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thatredheadwriter · 2 years

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Movie Night

I am still fairly new to writing smut (and fanfiction in general). Any constructive criticism is welcome, but please be kind. Please read the warnings and enjoy!

I meant for this to be short, but with a word count over 5,500, I don't think I succeeded. Reader is the newest member of the team, working for them instead of going to jail when they caught her re-activating old tech. She and Peter have been growing close ever since, and can't deny the attraction she feels toward him. But there's no way he'd feel the same, right? This takes place in an AU where Steve rescues Bucky and everyone lives happily ever after in the tower (well, they still fight crime and go on missions, but you get the point).

This is an NSFW one shot featuring adult Peter Parker x virgin!reader. Do not read if you are under 18 years of age or are uncomfortable with the following topics:

mentions of personal injury

mentions of explosions

mentions of weapons

super, super sweet Peter

surprisingly sexually experienced Peter

gentle non-sexual teasing (of reader) by friends

self-doubt (reader)

swearing

oral sex (female receiving)

fingering

penetrative sex

hickeys

slight bruising

cuddling

overprotective!Tony

There's a little making out and (consensual, ofc) touching above the 🌶's, and mentions of sex and nudity below, but all the real smut is in between them, in case you just want to read the fluffy and angsty bits.

You were cleaning up the mess from your earlier slip-up when you heard a throat clear at the door to your lab. Usually it was shut tight, and FRIDAY would let you know anytime someone entered, but you left the door open to help clear out the lingering smell of smoke. It was only a ~small~ explosion, nothing compared to those coming out of Stark's personal lab at times, but it left your work area in shambles. So after a quick trip to the infirmary to get your hand checked out, you spent the rest of the afternoon trying to get everything back in order.

You turned to see Peter leaning against the door frame.

"Hey, what's up?" you asked him, wiping the sweat from your forehead. You set the cleaning rag down on the table in front of you.

"Nothing, really. I just wanted to see if you were coming to join us for movie night," he shoved his hands in his pockets and looked at you hopefully.

You sighed, and his face fell. It was rare that you ever joined the team for their bonding activities. It's not that you didn't like them, but you felt out of place and awkward. You were young and a former criminal.

It was only three months ago that you caught the attention of the Avengers, and not it a good way. You were a recent transplant to the city, and you'd told your parents you were going to NYU. That wasn't exactly true. Instead, you were actually reactivating disabled Stark, Shield, and Hydra technology and selling it to the highest bidder. It became a problem when a local gang nearly took out an entire city block with a WWII era plasma bomb. Stark himself did some research and found you were also doing some work with a local chop-shop, so they set up a sting of sorts with one of his personal cars that they knew you wouldn't be able to resist.

Steve and the others were prepared to send you straight to jail, and you knew you deserved it, but Stark saw your potential. He offered you a job, with the condition that you'd live in the tower under their supervision and help develop new technology for the team. You jumped at the chance to right your wrongs. Since then, you'd worked on suits, Bucky's arm, and even helped develop a new, smaller coms network.

"Probably not," you turned back to the counter to finish wiping it down, "I'm behind on this project. Don't know if you heard, but I had a little, uhm, accident, earlier."

"Please, (Y/N)," he pleaded, and you could feel your willpower crumbling, "We're finally up to the 80's, and I know how much you love Sixteen Candles..." He gave you an expectant look and you rolled your eyes.

"Fine, but I've got to at least finish cleaning up in here."

"Can I help?"

Your heart fluttered and you struggled to keep your composure. The others knew all about your crush on Peter, and you hated it. He made your head spin when he got too close and you smelled his cologne. But he was too good for you. He was the actual Spiderman, who spent his hours helping people. You loved the light in his eyes and the way he could find the best in everyone, including you.

"Sure, I really just need to finish wiping down the surfaces, take out the trash, and then do some inventory to find out what was destroyed."

You and Pete worked side by side, finishing up in nearly half the time as it would have taken you otherwise. He took the trash out for you, and helped you take inventory with his incredible memory. It wasn't until you were finishing up that he noticed your bandaged left hand.

"What happened?" he asked, gingerly taking your hand in his. You hoped he didn't notice the way your breath hitched when he touched you.

"I realized the battery was unstable right before it exploded. I was able to get a few feet away, and I used this hand to shield my face. There was some shrapnel, nothing too crazy."

"If you're going to keep trying to develop an alternative micro-fuel source, you really need to use the distance lab downstairs," he scolded.

"I know, I know. It's just such a hassle to move all my stuff down there, and Dr. Banner was using it the other day. And it should have been stable. I still don't where I went wrong," you looked over at the wall that still had your calculations scrawled across it.

"I can take a look, if you want. I'm no expert but..."

"Yes, please!" you cut him off, reaching for your markers and blueprints.

"I'll look at it tomorrow," he took the marker from you hand and set it on the workbench, "Right now, it's time for classic 80's movies."

You groaned, remembering the social commitment you made earlier, and Peter laughed. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders and began to steer you out of the lab.

Five floors up was the shared communal living floor, exclusively for the tower's residents and their invited guests. Everyone had their own suites of course, but there were always people hanging out. The elevator opened and a short walk down the hallway opened up to the large living space. You could see Vision and Wanda making popcorn in the open kitchen, and Sam and Tony were setting up the TV.

"Wow, you actually got her out of the lab," Bucky strode over and poked you in the ribs, making you squirm. Working on his arm had made you two incredibly close, and he was definitely your best friend in the tower. The dynamic was a little odd, but it worked. He was the biggest supporter of you and Peter getting together, and he was constantly setting up schemes to try and force you two together.

"Quit it!" you squealed, " I'm not a social recluse. I just love my job."

Bucky and Peter shared a knowing eye roll, and you shoved them both playfully, walking off to see if you could help with the food preparations.

You made small talk with Wanda as you poured various candies into bowls. The only thing missing was the pizza, which Steve and Nat had gone to pick up. You set out the bowls, and noticed Dr. Banner was still missing.

"Hey, I'm going to go grab Dr. Banner," you walked back towards the elevator, but Peter stopped you.

"No way are you going back down to the labs, we'll never get you back up here. FRIDAY will get him."

He steered you back towards the large sectional couch. It was sleek and modern, but more comfortable than it looked. You helped him pull throw blankets and pillows out of all the hidden compartments and set them out. Soon the smell of pizza filled the air, and Steve and Nat came around the corner with about sixteen large boxes between them. Clint dropped from a ceiling vent, making you jump. You all started to dig into the pizza, and when Bruce finally came up from the labs Tony clapped his hands to get everyone's attention.

"Alright, let's get this thing started," he said. It was still light outside, but with the press of a button on the wall panel, the panoramic windows darkened and only the small footboard lights angled down at the floor remained on. Everyone made their way over to the couch and you settled in next to Bucky. Peter came and flopped down on your other side, his plate piled high with pizza.

The first movie you watched was The Breakfast Club. When it was over, Bucky turned to you and asked, "What did any of that have to do with breakfast?" making you snort chocolate milk up your nose. Up next was Pretty in Pink.

"This one hits a little too close to home," you joked under your breath, not expecting anyone to hear, but of course Peter with his elevated sense of hearing did.

"What do you mean?" Peter asked, head cocked in a way that made him look even more adorable than usual.

"Oh, you know," you tried to wave off your earlier comment, "I wasn't that popular in school. Took myself to prom after my mom forced me go and I didn't have a date."

"At least you went to prom," Peter smiled, obviously trying to make you feel better, "I stayed home and played Scrabble with May."

After the second movie, you needed to get up and stretch, and so did everyone else, so you had a little intermission. You made your way over to the elevator, and Peter followed you.

"Where are you going?"

"I am going to slip into something a little more comfortable."

When he gave you strange look, you sighed, "I'm coming back, I promise."

"You better."

And with that he turned back and joined the others.

You returned ten minutes later wearing running shorts and an oversized sweatshirt. The high concentration of super soldiers meant most areas of the tower were usually freezing, so you tucked your hands into your sleeves. Peter's face lit up when he saw you enter the room. You made your way over to the couch and pulled a blanket over your lap as you reclaimed your seat between your two favorite guys.

With your return, they started one of your favorite movies, Sixteen Candles. At some point, Peter's arm ended up around your shoulder and you snuggled into his side, enjoying the warmth and smell radiating from him. He was definitely your favorite thing about living in the tower, and if this continued, you could definitely get used to movie nights.

Bucky turned to ask you a question, but stopped when he saw you and Peter, opting instead to elbow Steve in the ribs and pointing at the two of you cuddled up together. Before long, the hushed whispering of the team caught your attention. Peter was too caught up in the movie to notice the stares and giggles, but you weren't. They made you feel self conscious, and suddenly you were burning up.

"I need to get some air." You stood up abruptly and walked back past the kitchen, heading for the balcony.

You leaned over the railing, breathing deeply and trying to bring your emotions under control. Footsteps approached behind you, and you looked over your shoulder to see Wanda, her arms wrapped around her as the wind whipped her hair and cardigan.

"I'm sorry we made you uncomfortable," she moved to stand beside you, looking out over the city. "We were just so happy that you two were finally, you know, getting comfortable together. He really likes you."

You scoffed, and she shook her head in frustration.

"You don't see the way he looks at you (Y/N), or the way he talks about you when you're not around."

You were getting ready to correct her, to tell her that there was no way Peter Parker cared about you the way you did for him, when someone else spoke up.

"She's right."

You spun around quickly and saw Peter standing there, hands in his pockets. Wanda smiled at you and walked back inside, brushing past Peter as she did so.

"This isn't exactly how I wanted you to find out," he laughed a little, trying to diffuse the tension. He met you at the balcony railing, and took your hands in his, being extra careful with your injured one. "I really, really like you (Y/N)," he confessed, finally meeting your eyes.

"Why?" you asked him, genuinely confused. You could have sworn the attraction was one sided. Sweet, honest Peter Parker who lived to better the world and save lives falling for an ex-con like you, with blood on your hands at that.

"Why? Because you're amazing. You're smart, and kind, and funny. I love your laugh and the way your nose crinkles when you laugh. You're so good with Bucky, and I love watching you work," he finished. You could feel the heat rising to your cheeks despite the chilly night air. Peter's hand found your cheek as you tried to look away. "I need to know if you feel the same way."

The words wouldn't come. So you leaned forward and crashed your lips to his. He was taken by surprise, but he quickly began kissing you back. His hand on your cheek moved to tangle in your hair and the other found your hip. When you broke the kiss, you found his eyes again and giggled when you saw his swollen lips and blown pupils.

"Does that answer the question?" you asked, smirking.

"Yeah," Pete breathed. You shivered as the wind picked up. "Let's get you back inside," he pulled you into his side and ushered you towards the door. You could hear shifting and whispers as you two reentered the living area. On the TV was live footage showing the balcony you'd just come in from. Steve dove for the wall panel, but missed the button necessary to turn off the live feed. You blushed hard and buried your face in Peter's shoulder.

"Really guys?" he asked, eyebrows raised as high as they would go. He shook his head at his older team members as he walked you back over to the couch. You settled back into your spots, still trying to avoid eye contact with the other members of the team. Finally you were fed up.

"Are we going to finish the movie or not?" you whined, making the others laugh. Tony rolled his eyes, and gave FRIDAY the command to cue up the movie and turn the lights back down. You put your feet up on one of the ottomans, after making Bucky scoot his over a bit.

Peter got up and got himself a couple of slices of lukewarm pizza. He laid down on the couch, putting his head in your lap and setting the plate on his chest. You loved how comfortable he was with you. Once he was finished eating you slouched a bit, and he turned over to face the screen. Your fingers absentmindedly carded through his short hair, and you felt him relaxing underneath you.

The lights came back up automatically when the movie ended, but Peter didn't move. Soft snores left his slightly parted lips and you laughed a little, but tried not to shake too much. Tony shook his head at the two of you as he walked past, his arm slung around Pepper who looked just as exhausted as he did. You watched as the rest of the team made their way to the elevators. Finally you and Peter were left alone.

"Peter, come on," you shook him gently as you tried to sit up, "It's time to go to bed." He groaned and scrunched up his eyes.

"Do I have to?"

"Yes," you laughed as he sleepily rubbed his eyes, finally sitting up and allowing you to move. He stretched and you admired the thin strip of skin shown as his t-shirt moved up with his shoulders.

"See something you like?" he asked, and you quickly looked away, making him laugh. His hand traced patterns on your forearm, and when you looked at him, he pulled you into a second kiss. This one was softer, slower, and more passionate. Your tongues met and you couldn't help but feel like his lips were made for yours. His hands reached around to your lower back and he pulled you to straddle his lap. In this new position his hands moved lower to massage you ass, as yours moved up to tangle in his hair. You tugged a bit, earning a delicious moan in response. He broke the kiss.

"Do you want to take this to my room?" you asked, sucking your lower lip in between your teeth. Peter nodded furiously and before you could react, he stood up, still holding you, his hands on your ass keeping you in place against his body.

"Peter!" you squealed, making him laugh. He carried you over to the elevators and used your ass to press the 'up' button. As you waited, he peppered your face and neck with kisses. He was sucking a hickey into your sweet spot when the elevator dinged, and he carried you inside without breaking his focus.

"Where to?" FRIDAY's mechanical voice came over the elevator speaker.

"51st floor, please," you breathed, but it turned into a moan as Peter's teeth and hot breath grazed your earlobe. The elevator started moving, and it was a quick ride. Once on your floor, Peter let you find your feet, and grabbed your good hand, pulling you towards you door. You shared this floor with Wanda and Nat, and you had a feeling you'd be putting the soundproofing to the test.

The door to your apartment swung open revealing your fairly empty living area. Cardboard boxes lined the walls, some stacked three high. You hadn't made moving in a priority, instead choosing to spend your time playing with the new tech and acquainting yourself with the labs.

"It's not much. I haven't really finished unpacking," you said sheepishly. This was the first time Peter had seen your apartment and you were feeling self-conscious.

Peter pushed your door shut and pulled you close to him.

"I want you. So. Bad," his eyes were dark and his tongue traced his lips, "But I need to know that you want this too."

"I want you, Peter."

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That's all he needed. He kissed you again, this time softly. It was like he was trying to feel and memorize every inch of you. You whimpered slightly as he took your bottom lip between his teeth. He lifted you again, and you wrapped your legs around his waist. He found your bedroom easily, given that all the apartments were identical.

Peter set you on the edge of bed and his fingers found the hem of your sweatshirt. He paused and looked up at you for permission. You gave a simple nod, and he tugged it up over your head. His eyes widened as they fell on your breasts, barely contained by the lacy bralette you'd chosen to wear.

"Damn," he breathed, and you laughed. You'd never heard Peter swear before, and the word sounded strange coming out of his mouth. But Peter was quickly proving he wasn't as innocent as you thought.

He quickly reattached his lips to yours, but they didn't stay there long. Peter continued his earlier kisses like before, this time trailing down your sternum and burying his face in your breasts. He reached around and undid the clasp, allowing him full access to your chest.

Peter spent his time worshipping your body, never giving you time to grow self-conscious as he massaged your right with his hand as his mouth paid homage to your left. As much as you loved the attention, you were growing impatient and needed him somewhere much lower.

"Peter, please," you cried. You ground upward into his body. "I need you."

"Where do you need me?"

You moaned as his hand danced lower, stopping at the waistband of your shorts. So close and yet so far from where you truly needed him.

"I need to hear you say it," he stood up over you, breaking contact, but allowed you to continue grinding against his hips.

"Peter, please," you begged, "touch my clit."

He smiled, hearing you beg for him revved up his confidence. His fingers hooked into the waistband of your shorts. Peter never broke eye contact with you as he pulled them down. You arched your back to help him get them past your hips. Once they were off, he quickly discarded them somewhere in the room. His eyes locked on your clothed heat, and he took a moment to press his hand to your still-clothed center. You had long since soaked through your panties and you ground down on his hand, wishing he'd stop teasing.

With a quick move and the use of his super strength, he ripped the fabric away and began stroking your clit. Soft moans and curses fell from your mouth above him, spurring him onward. He slipped a finger into your wet heat, and your hands shot downward to tangle in his dark hair. He began using his mouth on your clit as he added a second finger, and then a third, hoping to make you cum before even beginning to pleasure himself.

"Oh my god, Peter," you moaned, "I'm going to cum."

"Cum for me, (Y/N)," he spoke against your slit as he curled his fingers into your g-spot. Your thighs closed around him and your fingers gripped his hair tightly as you fell over the edge into bliss.

Peter rose from his position crouching on the floor and pulled you to his chest as he laid down. The lower half of his face was covered in your release, and a wide smile stretched across it. He brought up his fingers and went to wiped them on his sweats, but you grabbed his wrist. You pulled his hand toward your mouth and began sucking on his fingers that were inside of you just moments ago. You watched as his eyes rolled back a bit, and you took your free hand to reach down and palm him through his sweats.

"Are you sure?" Peter asked you, reaching down to stop your ministrations.

"Peter, I need you to fuck me. I need you inside of me, now."

Hearing you say it out loud made him nearly lose it then and there. He stood and shed his t-shirt, and you admired his toned body. How in the world you got so lucky, you had no idea. He slipped his sweats down his legs and stepped out of them. He began palming himself through his boxer briefs, and your eyes widened at the outline of his large cock. He noticed the shift in atmosphere.

"(Y/N), if you don't want to do this," he started, but you got up on your knees and wrapped your arms around his neck.

"Peter, I want this. I really, really want this. It's just that I've never gone all the way before."

"Oh my god, (Y/N), I had no idea," he looked at you like he'd done something wrong, searching your face for any signs of regret.

"No, no, Peter, you've been perfect. I've done...things before, but never like this. Never with someone like you. Someone I care about," you confessed. This made Peter smile, and he pulled you into a sweet kiss. You could still taste your release on him, and it made you remember how horny you were.

"Now, please, Peter. Fuck me."

He stepped back a bit and slipped his boxer briefs down. You did your best not to stare at his length, knowing it would only psych you out. Peter stepped closer to you and ran his fingers through your hair, an act that you adored.

"Fuck," he whipered, his hand freezing in your hair. The use of the swear word made you giggle, but you could tell something was wrong.

"What is it?"

"I don't have a fucking condom," he swore, stepping away. You pouted for a moment, but then remembered something. Jumping up from the bed, you ran past Peter and into the kitchen, where you'd left your purse. You unzipped the small inner compartment and pulled out the condom you'd stored in there for safe keeping. The date on it let you know it was still good for another two months. You ran back to the bedroom and handed it to Peter before jumping backwards on the bed and crawling up towards the head of it.

Peter chuckled at you, "Someone's a little eager."

He pulled open the condom wrapper with his teeth and rolled it down over his hard length. Your pussy clenched in anticipation. Peter crawled up to you position on the bed, and you whimpered in anticipation. He began kissing your neck again, and your mind wandered for a moment as to how in the hell you were going to cover those up in the morning.

But then his tip brushed against your clit, and you were brought back to the moment at hand. He lined himself up with your entrance, and he pulled away from your neck to look at you.

"You're sure?" he asked.

"Yes, Peter," you swallowed thickly and nodded.

"You can tell me to stop at anytime."

And with that, he entered you. He pushed in slowly, and it felt like an eternity. A burning pain blossomed as he did, and you couldn't help the tears that sprung to your eyes. His left hand moved from your hip to brush away a tear. You stayed there for a while, trying to adjust to the fullness of Peter. He was patient with you, although you could feel him twitching against your walls.

"Move, slowly," you instructed, and he complied. His hand once again moved between your combined bodies and found your clit, and began lightly massaging it, making you clench around him and arch your back up to meet his toned chest. The unexpected contraction around his dick made him snap his hips forward and you cried out. It hurt a bit still, but it was starting to feel so good, and you feel your second orgasm building low in your stomach.

"More. Fuck, Peter. I need more. Faster," your chest heaved. His fingers moved faster and so did his hips. He leaned down and pulled you into a hungry kiss. Peter was hammering into you now, and the way he was rubbing your clit told you he was close to his own release. Your name fell from his lips like a prayer.

Suddenly he pulled out of you, and you whined at the loss of contact. He moved to stand the edge of the bed and pulled you by your ankles to where he could reach you. He re-entered you, the new position allowing him to go deeper and harder than before.

It felt like you were losing your mind. The pleasure was overwhelming you as you felt Peter become acquainted with places deep inside of you. His hair fell down in front of his eyes as he looked at you like you were the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. He began to breathe hard and his face was flushed red.

His thumb found your sensitive clit and rubbed furiously, sending you over the edge. The sounds that left your mouth were nothing short of pornographic, and all you could do was fist the sheets beneath you and say his name over and over again.

The rhythm of his hips faltered and with a few more thrusts he came. He pulled out of you and removed the full condom. Tying it up, he walked into the bathroom. He came back and laid beside you.

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"(Y/N)," he said, brushing stray hairs out of your face. You laid there with your eyes closed, still coming down from your high. He repeated your name, and you opened them to see him looking at you with concern in his eyes.

"Hmm?" you replied sleepily, making him chuckle.

"Do you want to get cleaned up?"

You grinned at him, "I don't even want to move."

"We need to get you cleaned up. Don't want you getting an UTI or anything."

You blushed and shook your head. Peter was ever the scientist, and always looking out for your wellbeing.

He stood up and held out his hands, and you put yours in his. He quickly pulled you to your feet using his enhanced strength and you found yourself clinging to his torso, as your legs weren't quite cooperating.

Peter laughed when he realized what was happening, and he scooped you up bridal style to carry you into the adjoined bathroom. He set you on your shaky feet next to the toilet.

"I'll be back," he called over his shoulder as he left the room. You sat down and used the bathroom before going to wash you hands and look at yourself in the mirror. The skin above your breasts was covered in hickeys. You moved your hair to the side, admiring them all. On your hips you could still see the outlines of Peter's hands. You traced them with your fingers.

Back in the bedroom, you found yourself a new pair of panties and slipped them on, wincing when they touched your still-sensitive heat. You were going to put on pajamas, that was until you saw the Star Wars t-shirt Peter had discarded earlier still lying on the floor. You slipped it on, enjoying the smell of him. It fit you like most of your own shirts, Peter wasn't that much bigger than you, but you didn't mind. It's not like he hadn't seen you naked.

You began to wonder where he had gotten off to, stepping out into the living area. All of a sudden, your door opened, and Peter slipped back inside. He was wearing fresh pajamas and had a package of your favorite Girl Scout cookies in hand.

"Did you go out there naked? you asked, slightly horrified.

"No, I put my sweats on. I just wanted to grab something else to wear. I was kind of hoping I could stay the night."

"I wouldn't have it any other way," you pulled him to you and kissed him softly. While he was distracted, you grabbed the box of cookies from his hands.

"That's what you really want," he laughed before making his best 'I'm hurt' face.

You giggled at his pout, "No. I mean, I want them, but I want you too."

Peter followed you into the bedroom, and this time you got underneath the sheets. He shed his shirt and crawled in with you. He took the box of cookies back from you, and it was your turn to pout. Peter just rolled his eyes and opened it, feeding you one and making you smile.

After a few cookies, Peter put the box on the nightstand and sunk lower into the bed. You turned onto your stomach and laid your head on his bare chest. The arm under you wrapped around to rest on top of your ass, making you giggle a bit.

Peter pressed a tender kiss to the top of your head before closing his eyes and nodding off to sleep.

"No, no, I have proof," Tony's voice raised over the mixed cacophony that was the tower's common area before coffee and breakfast had been served. He tapped on his tablet and brought up footage from the hallways last night. Out of respect, he only showed the others the footage of Peter with sex hair leaving your room, only to return minutes later re-dressed with a late night snack.

"That doesn't prove anything," Steve scoffed, pouring fresh pancake batter into the pan.

"That's not the only thing on the tapes," Tony gave Steve a pointed look, to which he just shrugged.

"Shhh, they're coming," Wanda warned, and Tony quickly shut the cover down on the tablet. The elevator dinged open and you and Peter exited. His arm was wrapped tightly around your waist, steering you towards the common area.

You'd wanted to have breakfast alone together, but Peter insisted you join the others for Saturday morning breakfast, or else it would seem strange. Besides, he wasn't ashamed of your relationship, and neither should you.

Walking into the room, all eyes were on the two of you. They knew, and you knew that they knew. You'd tried to find something that would cover the hickies, but short of wearing a scarf or a turtleneck, the latter of which you despised, you were just going to have to grin and bear it. You cursed your adolescent self for never getting into makeup.

"Wooooo," Bucky called, making you roll your eyes, but you couldn't stop the blush rising to your cheeks. "You've got something, well, all over there, (Y/N)."

"Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up," you sneered, walking towards the counter where the coffee was set out.

"So, how'd you sleep?" Sam asked Peter with a sly grin on his face, who was getting flustered himself now. You decided you could either take the teasing for the next few weeks, or help them get a little more comfortable with it a little faster.

"Fine, I guess," he laughed nervously, running his fingers through his hair. You decided you didn't want to leave him to flounder. Stepping around the large kitchen island, you quickly crossed the distance to Peter. You wrapped your hands around the back of his neck and pulled him into an intense kiss. His hands rested on on your lower back, pulling you into him. When you finally pulled away, you whipped around to face the others with your hands on your hips.

"Any other questions?" you asked, one eyebrow raised, practically daring any of the enhanced humans around you to challenge you.

"Damn," Nat said into her tea. Steve muttered something under his breath. You turned back to wink at Peter before getting yourself some breakfast and sitting at the large dining room table on the far side of the room.

Everyone had sat down and started eating, when Tony broke the silence.

"Please tell me you at least used protection," he said between bites of eggs, and you nearly spat out your coffee. Peter coughed heavily, choking on whatever he'd been eating at the time.

"Jesus christ, man," Steve gave him a look of horror.

(A/N: My requests are still open! I’m chomping at the bit to write some more, so please send me something good.)

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Howard and Peggy travel to the future and meet the Avengers (Based on @mamalaz’s AU Gif Imagine) Pt. 3

AN: This prompt was originally posted by @mamalaz and people were asking for a fic, so here we go! If anyone wants me to take it down or has a problem with it, please let me know (I don’t really know the rules involving using other prompts and writing based off of them)

AN2: Please note that while this was originally supposed to be based in the MCU, I can’t focus well enough to follow a set timeline. SO let’s pretend that Doctor Strange first showed up at Kamar Taj in 2015. For funsies.

Prompt: When Howard’s newest invention goes haywire in the middle of New York, both Peggy and Howard are thrown into the future. Peggy is surprised by how much she is loved. Howard is surprised by the opposite.

Warnings: Language, and Familial Discomfort (Son/Father)

Constructive Criticism makes me happy!

Part 1 Part 2

“What the hell did you do?!” Tony threw his hands up in order to defend himself. “Why does everyone think it’s my fault?!”

Pepper growled and stalked towards him, the sound of her heels ringing in the dead silence of the room. “Pep, I didn’t do anything!” He whined, glancing back at Natasha for help, only to see her watching on in amusement.

Bruce sighed before stepping between the two and stopping Pepper in her tracks. “Pepper, it’s not his fault this time-” Everyone seemed to collectively ignore Tony’s yelp of denial.

“-it seems the elder Stark is at fault for this mishap.” Everyone whirled around at the sound of Nick Fury’s voice. Ignoring Tony��s mutterings of upgrading his system to push out super spies as they arrived, he looked at the founders of S.H.I.E.L.D.

She paused, glancing between the two Stark men before sighing and turning to Bruce. “Is there any way to get them back to their time within the next hour?” Bruce turned to Tony. “Do you think Strange would be able to...?” At the look on Tony’s face, he turned back to Pepper. “We’ll look into it. Come on, Tony.” With that, he grabbed Tony’s arm and dragged him into the elevator once more, the two genius’ being whisked away to the lab.

Rolling her eyes at their antics Pepper turned back to the rest of the group. “Steve, the guestrooms on your floor are fully furnished and prepared, how about you take them down there and get them settled in before dinner.” Howard looked at her in confusion. “I’m sorry, but who exactly are you and why are you here?”

Pepper smiled wanly. “Pepper Stark. The CEO of Stark Industries and your daughter-in-law.” Peggy hit him in the arm with a soft, “Howard, don’t.” And frowned when Howard brushed her off. “Anthony isn’t the CEO? Why the hell not?” Pepper smiled darkly.

“It had something to do with blood poisoning and being busy with saving the world.” Howard paused in confusion and Peggy took that moment to jump in. “It’s been a pleasure meeting you, Mrs. Stark, but is there any possible way I could have a moment alone with Captain Rogers and Howard?” Pepper’s smile turned more genuine as she looked at Tony’s godmother. “Of course, Agent Carter. Steve, if you need anything, I’ll be in my office preparing a statement in case this goes public.”

Cap nodded, smiling gratefully at her before motioning towards the elevator. “We’ll head up to my floor and talk there. Nat, Barton?” The two spies had a small silent conversation before Clint spoke up, “I’m going to update Maria on the situation and meet the nerds in the lab. Keep them from blowing the tower trying to bend space and time.” Natasha looked towards the elevator. “I’ll go downstairs and help out Pepper. Keep me updated.”

With that, they retreated into the elevator, leaving the three out of time in the penthouse. Peggy spoke quietly, “You haven’t aged a day, have you?” She put a hand on his arm and turned the super-soldier towards them. Howard stepped forward “What happened Steve? Last time we spoke, you went into the ice field. How are you here?” Steve smiled softly as he looked between the two. “It’s a long story. And I’m not sure I can even tell you any of it. We should check in with the others and talk to Director Fury. Maybe he can clear this up.”

“Nicolas Fury? He’s the director of the SSR?” Steve paused for a moment “I-It’s complicated. Come on.”

Meanwhile, in the lab, Tony and Bruce were wrapping up an extremely short and unhelpful call to the Sorcerer Supreme.

“My apologies, Stark, but the situation at Kamar Taj demands my full attention for an indefinite period of time.” Tony let out the breath he didn’t know he’d been holding and looked at the holographic figure of Strange. “There’s nothing you can give us?”

“All I can say is you need to get those two back to their time as soon as you can.” Bruce looked up from the screen he was on and narrowed his eyes. “You want to tell me why I’m scared to ask why?”

Strange blew out a breath. “Think about it. This timeline is a singular reality. A line, if you will. Something manipulating it, time travel, for example, causes a disruption in the timeline. Said disruption will then create an alternate reality, a branch from the original line. If too many alternate timelines are created, the line collapses. Meaning reality itself will cease to exist.”

Tony nodded, “Uh-huh. Well, that doesn’t sound very nice.” Bruce gaped at the sorcerer. “How exactly can we fix this?”

“Howard Stark is the key. He’s done it once, he can do it again.” Tony grimaced. “Do we have to? I’ve broken laws of physics before, I’m sure another time wouldn’t hurt anything.” J.A.R.V.I.S. interrupted their musings, “Pardon the interruption, Sir, but your father, Agent Carter, and Captain Rogers are requesting access.”

Tony looked at the holograph of Strange. “If you’ve got anything else, now would be the time doc.” Strange smirked. “Good luck.” And left Tony cursing under his breath. He sighed before moving towards his desk. “Let them in, J.”

Steve moved towards Tony as the doors let the trio enter.”Was Strange able to figure anything out?”

“No. And Kamar-Taj is on lockdown for the foreseeable future so we won’t be getting anything soon. What did my lovely wife have to say about them?”

“They are standing right here, Anthony.” The genius winced at the stern tone in his Aunt’s voice and set down the screwdriver he had been fiddling with. “Sorry Aunt Peggy.”

“Hmm. Your wife was kind enough to set up rooms for us to stay in until we get this sorted out.” Tony nodded and turned back to the screen. “J.A.R.V.I.S., bring up the plans you found. Let’s clue in the kids on this as well, they may be able to help. Tell Peter to swing by when he gets out of school. Actually scratch that, send Happy to pick him up right now. Call May and let me know when she’s on the line.”

“Done, sir. Would you like me to invite Ted and the Protege as well?” Bruce cut in to answer. “Yes please, J.A.R.V.I.S., we’ll need them.” “Of course, Doctor Banner. May Parker is on the line, sir.” “Put her through, J.” He waited a moment, then spoke once more. “Mayday, how’s your week going my dear?” They heard a sigh before May Parker spoke “Busy as per usual , Tony. What’s with the call? Is everything ok?”

“We may or may not need to borrow Peter, Ned, and MJ for an undisclosed amount of time. Happy’s on his way to the school now. Could you call the school and let Jasmine and Michael know to do the same?” There was a pause as May typed something out. “I’m on all three of their forms for this very reason. I just let their parents know, and I’ll call the school right now. Are our kids going to be in danger Tony?”

“Not if I can help it, May. But we will be working on breaking some very big laws of physics here. I can’t guarantee anything. And before you ask, Pep, Cap, and Brucie are aware of the situation as well.” There was a pause as May thought about the upcoming week.

“I’m off on Sunday, I’ll ask Happy to drive me up so I can spend the day with you all. Meaning if this problem isn’t fixed by then, Sunday’s the designated break day. Understood?” Tony grinned. “Yes! Thanks Mayday, you’re the best! See you on Sunday, stay safe.”

“You too Tony. Keep an eye on them for me, J.A.R.V.I.S.”

“I always do, Ms. Parker.” Tony ended the call and looked towards the others in the room. “Looks like we’re in business. Now, for the fun part.” Steve raised his eyebrow and Bruce snorted. “Only you would think of rediscovering time travel as ‘fun.’”

Tony grew smug in his response. “We haven’t told Peter and Ned what’s going on yet.” There was crashing sound from the vents and Clint came tumbling out, cursing as he clambered to his feet. He whirled around to look at Stark, finger pointing at him with a threatening look on his face. “MJ better be here when you tell them. And I want their reactions on video.”

“Don’t worry, your Agent of Chaos in training will be here too. Same with Ned. Happy should be almost there by now.”

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lilxberry · 3 years

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The Glitch: Chapter One

Synopsis;

Wanda certainly had attracted the newest Avenger. Y/N’s usual overconfident façade seems to easily drop when around the Sokovian witch.

(A/N: Your powers are kinda like Fives’ from TUA but it acts a lot quicker and it has the visual of an actual glitch. Kinda like Penelope Von Sweets in Wreck-It Ralph.)

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Warnings: Language. Violence. That’s pretty much it for this chapter.

Words: 1,022

Pairings: Avengers x reader, Wanda Maximoff x reader (later chapters)

CHAPTER 2 >

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Y/N never thought she would be in an elevator, on her way to officially join the Avengers. It all came about when a bank robbery took place as she was waiting to transfer money into an account. Just your average trip to the bank, right?

--- flashback ---

She had just gotten to the front of her line and about to start her transaction with an employee when the group of men stormed into the bank with an array of firearms.

‘You gotta be fucking kidding me!’ She thought as she huffed out a breath of annoyance.

As everyone scrambled to lie on the floor as instructed by the men, Y/N proceeded to to pull the hood of her jacket up and shove her hands into her pocket, back facing the criminals.

“I said get on the ground, you dumb bitch!” She could hear the irritation and lack of patience within his voice. She rolled her eyes before dignifying the asshat with a response.

“Why don’t you fuck off so I can finally speak to my financial adviser, nob gobbler.”

At that point, the men had become miffed beyond belief. The man closest to her stomped his way over, ready to sweep her legs from underneath her and pin her to the floor. But before he could advance on her position further, she had, what could best be described as ‘glitched’, away before him, shocking and frightening the people surrounding her.

Before they could comprehend what had just happened, she let out a whistle, notifying the men of her new position.

She had placed herself upon one of the desks, sat with her legs crossed over one another, wiggling her fingers in a mock wave. A simple, little smirk strewn across her soft features.

As soon as the men began to raise their guns, she had glitched again, only too reappear, just as quickly as she had disappeared, behind one of said criminals.

She kicked his legs out before knocking him out with a quick, sharp punch to his temple. Y/N after, glitched away to a new position within the building hastily, continuing to confuse her self-appointed foes.

Her second target had speedily turned and raised his weapon, only to realise she had switched out his weapon. “Woah. cool mug man!” She proceeds to flip the pistol she had swapped out in her hand as she glitched to stand behind him, landing a unmerciful ‘WHACK!’ to the back of his head, unsympathetically smacking him with the butt of the gun.

She continued to swiftly take out the armed men, leaving her with her final opponent and too many one-liners she never got the chance to use. She flashed him a sinister smirk, showing the man no mercy. “You wanna do this the easy way or my way, hun?”

His eyes flitted across the room, noting his fallen compadres' and the hostages who watch the young girl in awe.

He threw his weapon on to the floor and raised his arms to convey his surrender. “Good choice,” she quipped before she delivered a round house kick to the jaw, instantaneously knocking him out .

As the last bank infiltrator fell to the floor with a harsh thud, the hostages ran towards the buildings main entrance without delay .

Once the bank was void of civilians, Y/N quickly glitched outside to an alleyway a few buildings away. She had quickly rid herself of her hood and peered around the corner in the direction of the bank, closely watching the scene before her.

In the corner of her eye, she spotted a certain wall crawler sporting iconic red and blue spandex crawl his way out through one of the side windows on the bank and make his way up towards the roof.

‘Must’ve realised it’s been dealt with.’ She shrugged her shoulders ever so slightly before heading back further into the alleyway before glitching back to her apartment.

Meanwhile, as she made a clean break for her home, the spiderling had a million questions whirling through his head.

The main thing being, ‘Who was that?’

--- end of flashback ---

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“Do you have any questions before we step out of the elevator?” Fury asked the newest recruit to join the team.

“Yeah. Will there be snacks?”

“Is that really the question you want to be asking right now?” His voice rises in pitch, expressing his disbelief and quite possibly, amusement, at her inquiry.

“Yes.” Her face stoic, void of any humour at the situation. “You interrupted my lunch.”

Fury returned his gaze forward towards the elevator door, observing her through her reflection in the metallic surface. He noticed the girl tends to fidget quite a bit, making sure to make further observations of her behaviour in the coming weeks.

A small silence resurfaces as they pass more floors before the inevitable opening of said elevator doors slide open, revealing a large living space with a crowd of people.

‘HOLY SHIT. HOLY SHIT. HOLY SHIT.’

Y/N’s mind whirls a hundred miles a minute as she and ‘patches’, her nickname for Fury, advance towards the lounging Avengers. Fury claps his hands together loudly, the sound cutting through the air and drawing the attention of Earths mightiest heroes towards the pair.

“Who the hell is that?” Tony is the first to speak as he motions towards the female at the S.H.E.I.L.D directors left. Everyone looks Y/N up and down with narrow eyes, except for one. A teenaged boy. A kid.

“Surely you can show some respect towards the newest Avenger, Stark.”

Everyone’s eyes widen in most notably shock and surprise. Again, all except for one set of deep brown eyes, a knowing gaze paired along with a sweet and welcoming yet almost excited smile.

“Hey. I’m Y/N and I guess I’m your teammate.” She raises her pointer and middle finger up towards her forehead, giving them a faux salute, all the while smiling at the team cheekily.

The Avengers shared quick glances with each other, all wondering what is now in store for them with a new addition to the team.

“Soooooo, got any snacks?”

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So, I guess I’m writing a Marvel series rn. That’s cool.

My updates may be slow with chapters for this series as I want to keep alternating between my fandoms and stories.

I don’t want to focus my all on to just this one project, if that makes sense.

Either way, I hope you enjoy. Please like if you do so I know to continue this.

As always, constructive criticism and requests are welcomed.

And finally, who would you like to see as the main love interest of this story??

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lovelyirony · 4 years

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Hi! “If I fail, I’ll fall apart/Maybe it is all a test/because I feel like I’m the worst / so I always act like I’m the best” -Oh No! This is one of my favorite lyrics ever, and I'd really like to see what you bring out of it :) You're amazing, ily! 💞

what if maria had more of an effect on tony’s upbringing than most? howard’s still a dick but make it funny

Tony has known he was probably not the best human on earth ever since he was five and his dad made a bigger deal out of a dead man’s birthday than his own.

At age five, you don’t really know a lot about the world yet. There were about two things that Tony didn’t know that he wishes he did know:

1.) The word “fuck.” It would have helped with a lot of his situations.

2.) The concept of jealousy. He probably could have gone to a child therapist or some shit, he’s not sure if those even existed back then, or if his parents would have even let him go.

(After all, he’s supposed to be their perfect little boy, just the right amount of precocious and the other amount being something like genius or respectability.)

It is actually his mother who takes the reins on his life. Howard has effect, he has huge effects.

Maria is a socialite who absolutely refuses to let her son succumb to Howard’s devil-may-care attitude that he’s so infamous for. Her son is going to be well-mannered, respectable, and know exactly how to treat a lady of high social standing.

This involves training at a young age. Six would be a fine age.

It’s not Howard who sends him to boarding schools, it’s Maria. She ensures that he goes to the finest schools available, most abroad in Europe. She trains him out of the American accent, into something a bit more refined.

He spends summers learning different languages and different skills. He learns how to fence by the time he’s ten, and becomes quite proficient at it.

She quizzes him on established families, up-and-coming families, and never keeps him far from her sight.

Anthony Stark is not going to be a wild-child, she decides.

Anthony isn’t, for the most part. Sure, he usually stays up past what is acceptable for the night to work on some mechanic stuff and uses the word “damn” a bit too much for his mother’s liking, but that’s the reason make-up and apologies were invented.

He follows rules and is known to smile like his mother and enjoy listening to quartets play out in the open air during the summer months. He travels to Europe and participates in various activities and is the talk of many socialites who eagerly await his arrival.

He’s a portrait, holding still for all’s approval, and he’s not quite sure how to move.

That’s troublesome, he thinks.

The problem is this: Anthony Stark doesn’t have any interests outside what is required. He loves working on inventions, and they are necessary for the company to survive, but his father hates any robotic invention he pushes for, and mother thinks that if he tells people he’s rather fond of AC/DC then he’s a plague to society and will be shunned.

(He doesn’t say it to her face but they haven’t shunned Sunset yet, and she’s a whole world of problems, so rock music is the least of their problems.)

There is one thing that he pushes for: university in the United States. He’s been traveling to Europe since he was a child, and he honestly needs to do something for himself.

Maria is not pleased.

“So after I sacrifice so much for you, this is how you repay me?” she asks him over dinner.

He places his fork to the correct side.

“Yes. This is how I am repaying you. By getting a perfectly respectable college degree from a critically-acclaimed university that anyone would be lucky to attend. Not to mention it might reflect badly on Stark Industries if I don’t go to an American college. Do I not trust American institutions to run an American business?”

“You shouldn’t.”

Anthony laughs.

“Mother, they cannot teach me anything that Europe can’t. Let me go to college in the United States. Please.”

“No.”

It takes Howard to convince her, and a.) Howard doesn’t even like Anthony that much, and b.) he also doesn’t like his wife that much.

“He’s going to a damned college here, Maria. We don’t need him to go to any more of that fancy bullshit you call school over there.”

“Fancy bullshit, Howard?! Bullshit?! You mean what has gotten him this far in life and will make him a better man of social standing than you?”

“My god, is social standing all that matters to you? What are your little friends going to do, choke on their silver spoons when they find out that your son is going to an American college?”

Jarvis also convinces her.

“It will be easier to monitor his progress from a shorter distance,” he advises. “And you can visit frequently.”

Anthony gives him a very dirty look. Apparently, he wasn’t supposed to mention that.

Oops.

But, Anthony gets his way. He’s going to MIT, and he has a roommate.

(Okay, so mother doesn’t know that. But he supposes she will if she ever visits. Or maybe not considering if Tony can successfully convince his roommate to “disappear” for at least a day.)

Rhodey does not give a singular shit about high society anything or anyone. Anthony Stark is a name he registers, but doesn’t recognize.

“Anthony’s a mouthful,” he says a week into their cohabitation. “You have a nickname or something?”

“Ah...no? I mean, not yet,” Anthony says.

“How do you feel about Tony?”

“I...I suppose that that is alright.”

“Are you from Europe?”

“No, from New York.”

“Well holy shit, you sure as fuck don’t sound like it.”

Anthony--well, Tony now--learns quite a bit about American schooling and what he’s actually supposed to be doing to pass off as normal.

Rhodey (yeah he got a nickname that ended in ‘y’ too, Tony said he wouldn’t be the only one) takes him to the thrift store and tells him to pick out some clothes.

“...there’s a shirt that’s advertising a restaurant from Montana.”

“And? Does it look hilarious?”

“Is that the point of this?”

“Fashion is supposed to make you like what you’re wearing or like yourself. I swear if you say that those boring black suits make you feel better about yourself, I will be dragging you to any therapist that will take us for at least five dollars.”

“Five dollars?”

“Maybe less if I can negotiate.”

“Hey!”

Tony learns how to have fun. He loves it.

Rhodey makes him go to record stores and find the bargain bin, and they play the warped records and laugh as voices go up and down in pitch. Tony blasts Black Sabbath and Iron Maiden until the RA begs him to go to bed and Rhodey throws all of his pillows off of his bed.

In return, Tony teaches Rhodey how to read other’s facial expressions, dress for any occasion and be the best-looking there, as well as avoiding any sort of conflict by bringing up past embarrassments.

“Are you serious about the color of my shoe affecting my social standing?” Rhodey asks, trying to shove his foot into a shoe that was a brown color that Tony had described as a “golden mahogany.”

“Yes, I’m dead serious.”

“No fucking wonder everyone says eat the rich all of you are so fucking pretentious. It’s brown, Tony.”

“Tell that to any high society woman over fifty.”

“I will.”

As it turns out, he ends up doing it much sooner than anticipated.

Tony’s parents come to visit.

They call him Anthony. Which is gross. Rhodey hasn’t used the name “Anthony” in about six months.

“I wasn’t aware that you were his roommate,” his mother says.

“Well, here I am,” Rhodey says. “Name’s also on the information they sent out to the parents about the living situations.”

Tony tenses as his parents brush off the obvious comment on how little they actually know about his situation and move right into the room.

Maria stops at the huge poster of a rock band.

“I assume that this is...James’?”

“No,” he says timidly. “It’s...it’s mine. Their use of movement on the guitar strings-”

“Take it down,” Maria demands. “It’s unsightly.”

“Oh give the kid a break,” Howard says tiredly. “For once he’s not listening to you talk about the merits of paisley prints.”

“I’m training our son for a more successful life than yours,” Maria hisses. “Of course, you’d have to stay away from your friend Jack to understand that.”

“Rhodey, leave,” Tony says. “Trust me, it gets messier from here.”

He does think about it. How easy it would be to walk out and check in with a couple of his other friends and talk about how crazy Tony’s parents are. How he could check back in near dinner time and then Tony could tell him all about how terribly it went.

But Tony already looks terrible, and he’s doing that weird thing with his hands where he wrings them and then remembers he’s not supposed to wring them and makes it worse.

“No,” Rhodey says. “I am staying until the bitter end. Who knows? Maybe I can give your mom a heart attack when I ask her the difference between kelly and forest green.”

Tony grins.

“You can leave any time, it’s about to get...interesting.”

Tony’s family is quite dysfunctional. They can put on a good front in public, for what it’s worth.

Howard is impressed that Rhodey’s planning on going into the Air Force and then talks about Captain America for a lot of the dinner. Rhodey is very uncomfortable and then asks about business and Maria rolls her eyes and orders another glass of wine.

After Howard finishes up talking about some contract and making vague threats against businesses that Rhodey thinks might actually be in trouble, it’s Maria’s turn.

“So, Rhodey, where is your family from?”

“We live in the Boston area,” Rhodey answers.

“And what do your parents do?”

“Dad works as a consultant for a local construction company, and my mom works as a high school history teacher. They both like their jobs.”

“Hm,” Maria remarks, and it’s so light and casual and yet so cutting. Tony can see how Rhodey squirms, and he can’t just let it stand.

It’s one thing for Maria to cut her own son down until he’s nothing. Still fucked up, but Tony can handle it. He’s been handling it for years.

“Rhodey, how did your mom come to want to know she liked teaching?” Tony asks. “That sounds like it could be really hard to figure out.”

“Oh, well it all started when she was in high school and wanted to change how one of her teachers treated students. It was a really inspiring moment for her.”

“That sounds really cool,” Tony says. “What does she like most about her job?”

“Probably the kids,” Rhodey says.

The conversation carries on about Rhodey’s family until their dinner arrives and his mother manages to cut in with more questions.

“So, what else does your mother do?”

“She volunteers at the local food kitchen and helps some of the younger kids at the after-school program,” Rhodey answers. “She also makes a mean Thanksgiving turkey.”

“Would you look at that,” Tony says. “Mrs. Rhodes sounds like a fine cook, I wish I could say the same for you, mother.”

“Oh?”

Howard actually laughs at that as he signs for the bill.

“The kid is right, Maria. At some points I think your kitchen is only used for decoration.”

“Oh, and you know how to cook, Mr. Stark?” Maria asks, raising her eyebrows. “I’d love to see you make anything other than coffee.”

“I’ll make toast.”

Rhodey laughs, and so does Tony.

“Ready to go?” Tony asks, and part of it is a way to get away from an isolated conversation, and part of it is to make his parents leave for their hotel room sooner.

“Tony, I want to have a talk with you before we retire for the night,” Maria says, and Tony tenses up.

Rhodey can’t protect him from that, and he squeezes Tony’s hand as they walk behind his parents.

“It’ll be okay,” he whispers.

“Maybe,” Tony says. “Maybe.”

Rhodey goes into their building, and Howard waits in the car. He nods to Tony on his way out.

“You’ve...changed,” mother says.

“Well, that’s how humanity goes,” Tony says dryly, looking anywhere but her eyes.

“Rock music? These snappish remarks towards your own mother? I don’t know if this college was such a good idea.”

“It is,” Tony says. “I just...learned new things and incorporated it into my life. Nothing the matter with that.”

“Nothing wrong with that?” Maria reiterates, surprised look on her face. “Rock music is for other people, you know things that others don’t know! You can perform violin and piano, you don’t have to listen to the personal manifestation of a headache!”

“And if I like that headache?!” Tony asks. “If I like something that’s outside of what you approve, why so angry about it? Is it because you finally can’t control every single aspect about my identity? Is it because I’m not like your perfect little toy that you can make walk and talk how you like?”

“You know it’s not that.”

“Isn’t it?” Tony asks. “Because you want me to change every single interest that I’ve found I like by myself. I bet you want me to listen to Bach for fun.”

“I do not want you to change from who you are,” Maria says. “You have eaten at the finest restaurants in the world and now you brag about making something called ramen in a microwave. A microwave?!”

“A surprising amount of families in America have them,” Tony says. “And I’m a college student! I’m supposed to eat crappy food and then laugh about it in twenty years!”

Maria turns red, and her lips screw up into a tight line.

“I don’t think you should be here,” Maria says. “You’re forgetting your place. Your roommate is...”

“My roommate is what,” Tony starts, glaring at her. “My roommate is what, mother? You want to honestly finish that sentence?”

“He’s not good enough!” she yells at him. “You are a Stark!”

Tony stares at her for a moment. And then another moment.

“Leave,” he says. “Get the hell out of here.”

“You don’t tell me-”

“I do,” Tony says, using his full height to his advantage. “You can tell me how many times I’ve fucked up as many times as you want, but you never talk about James that way ever again.”

He twists on his heel, forcefully opening the door to the dormitory and not once looking back.

Rhodey finds Tony back in his room when he gets back from getting ready for the night, and Tony is clutching a pillow and laying face down on the bed.

“You know, you’ll have to turn over eventually to get some fresh air.”

“Leave me to die, Rhodey. Oh my god.”

“That bad?”

“That bad. She’s probably going to try and put me in a prestigious college or some shit.”

“Oof. Wanna fake your death and run away?”

“Please.”

“Well, too bad. I have a test next week, and you need to do your poetry notes.”

“But poetry sucks.”

“It only sucks because you don’t like modern poetry, suck it up and pull it out of your ass or something.”

“Ugh, fine.”

Maria is trying very hard to get her son away from MIT and towards a fancy school in Europe. She doesn’t even care where, just away from his roommate and his classic rock posters and the dormitory. Anthony needs an environment where he can focus on networking, meeting more people.

Howard says no.

He can’t even bother to remember her son’s birthday, and he says “no.”

“We need Anthony to go to an American school, and nothing is better besides maybe Cal Tech, and he’ll have to finish another year of college and Hammer Industries can use that as a sign of an unsteady heir.”

“Well then get rid of his roommate.”

“I’m not doing that, you’re asking for a PR death sentence.”

“He’s a bad influence.”

“No he’s not,” Howard says tiredly. “The kid is finally standing up for himself, and you hate that.”

“I don’t hate that he can be his own person.”

“You just wish he were his own person under your specifications,” Howard drawls. “He’s staying at MIT, that’s final.”

“Hmph.”

Howard rolls his eyes.

“Go back to planning whatever charity gala you’re hosting this week, honey. I’m sure things will be fine.”

Maria doesn’t speak against her husband, just fumes and decides she’s going to try to get Jarvis’ opinion.

Edwin is also a flat no.

“He will not forgive you if you do this,” he says, pouring her tea and adding in one sugar cube. “He loves his school, he talks about it all the time.”

“And what, he calls you?”

Edwin Jarvis realizes he shouldn’t have mentioned this.

“At times, madam. At times. Will that be all?”

“...that will be all.”

Jarvis does bring up a good point. Besides her, of course, he knows Anthony best, even if he does keep calling him Tony. Anthony will grow out of that nickname soon enough.

She has hope for her boy. He will most likely grow out of this silly little phase in life and finally appreciate her lessons.

Tony Stark doesn’t.

Well, he learns her lessons. Can appreciate some of them and how much he hates that he uses them.

But he learns a far more important lesson from Rhodey, and it shapes everything:

“You’re your own person, and you’re far better as your own person,” Rhodey says. “I wanted to kick the shit out of you when we first lived together.”

“You did?”

“Of course I did!” Rhodey explains, gesturing with his coffee mug and getting yet another stain on the pillow. (Laundry again. Ugh.) “You talked like you were from a movie from the forties, it sucked.”

“Oh, you mean the transatlantic accent?”

“It’s pretentious, just ditch it. You’re interesting enough to listen to on your own. I listen to you talk about how much you hate Picasso sculpture, don’t I?”

“You do,” Tony admits.

“So then be yourself. Use what your mom taught you sometimes, but otherwise don’t.”

“You sure?”

“Of course I’m sure, I’m a fucking genius.”

Tony snorts.

“Okay, Mr. ‘I Forgot to Run the Dishes Again.’”

“I already said I was sorry!”

Tony takes Rhodey’s advice into account when he walks into any board room. He wears the worst possible shoes with every single suit, usually uses all sorts of cultural references that fly over the old board members’ heads.

He does things his way. It’s unconventional, it’s unpredictable, and it earns him a reputation.

He’s in an interview in a suit and patterned tie (patterned with tiny robots), and the woman is smiling in a plastic way on the other side.

“Now, a lot of people are saying you’re taking the business world by storm with your unconventional methods and personality. What helped you formulate this, your father?”

“Oh god no,” Tony says, laughing. “He’d probably curse me to hell and back for even wearing this tie. My mother would drag me back down to hell again for this.”

“Then who helped you with this?”

“Rhodey, who else?” Tony asks. “He always gives the best advice, even if I’ll deny that about fifteen minutes later. He really is the reason that I’m who I am today.”

“Seems like a great guy.”

“He is. He always is,” Tony says with a grin. “Except, of course, when he doesn’t fold his laundry, that bastard.”

The interviewer laughs and moves on, but Tony smiles to himself.

He doesn’t have to be the best, he just has to be Rhodey’s. That’s all that matters.

#lovelyirony writes #maria stark #howard stark #tony stark #rhodey #ironhusbands #kind of #i'm hinting at it and i didn't outright rlly say shit but y'all know me so you should know this #anyways tony DOES develop his own personality and rhodey hates him for like three months

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iliketowrite1996 · 3 years

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The Nanny Chronicles part 1: Here for You

Disclaimer- I do not own any Marvel characters or their fictional worlds, countries, planets, etc.

OKAY, I haven’t written in a while and I am always open to constructive criticism.

‘’Akhona! Lindelwa! Let’s go, we’ve got to get you two to school on time!’’

‘’Coming!,’’ you hear the ten-year-old boy, Akohna, call down the stairs as you listen to him move about on the third floor of the home, gathering the necessary materials for another day of learning.

As you finish packing the lunches, you hear the rhythmic thump… thump… thump of Lindelwa, the six-year-old, coming down the stairs, sliding down each step while she holds onto the banister.

Akhona and Lindelwa are the son and daughter, respectively, of T’Challa Udaku. Right after you graduated college, you began applying for jobs. One of your friends, who is a nanny for Tony and Pepper Stark, told Mr. Udaku about you. A quick interview later, and you were in. While you do hope to move to a classroom and become an elementary teacher one day, this isn't so bad for now. The kids are pretty well behaved, the pay is good, and Mr. Udaku is a lovely person.

You fondly roll your eyes before zipping her plastic, zebra-print lunch box, making sure that all of its content- her rice, chicken, juice and fruit- are intact before you do.

‘’I’m ready!.’’ she enters the kitchen, beaming up at you, showcasing where she lost a tooth just last week.

‘’I see!.’’ you motion for her to lift her leg, allowing for you to tie her shoe before she straightens up, letting you observe her in her school clothes.

‘’Does daddy know you’re wearing those socks,’’ you glance down at the brightly colored socks, with cats printed all over them.

‘’Mhm!,’’ she looks proudly at her ensemble, before grinning back up at you.

‘’Well, if it’s alright with daddy, it’s alright with me,’’ you concede, handing the young girl her lunch box, ‘’Is your brother ready?’’

She nods enthusiastically, just as her brother rounds the corner into the kitchen.

‘’I’m ready to go,’’ he takes his lunch box from you, ‘’Are you taking us, or are we riding the bus?’’

‘’I can take you guys if you want, but we’ve got to get going. I’ve got to stop by the store anyway.’’

The two children follow you out of the house, waiting for you to lock up the house before the three of you head to the car.

As soon as you pull up to the elementary school, you turn and look at the two of them.

‘’Akhona, I’ll pick you up from soccer practice at 5:00 sharp. Be ready to go on time- your dad invited your grandparents over for dinner this evening.’’

‘’Alright,’’ he nods, unbuckling his seat belt, ‘’Is N’Jadaka going to be there too?’’

‘’I’m not sure,’’ you admit, ‘’We’ll see.’’

He gives you thumbs up, sliding out of your minivan.

‘’Lindelwa,’’ you turn to the first grader, ‘’You’ll be coming home with Wanda and Meghan today. Make sure you get your rain boots out of your cubby today, alright?’’

‘’Yes, ma’am,’’ she gives you a thumbs up before sliding out of the van, taking her brother’s hand as he guides her into the building, ready to take her to Ms. Stormy’s class.

As soon as the children are in the building,you pull away from the curb, heading to the grocery store.

Ever since moving to New York 3 and a half years ago, you have gotten used to the city. NYU has become your home away from home, in a sense,and you can’t imagine going to college anywhere else. Now that you’re a senior, you can say that you definitely feel a sense of familiarity with your surroundings. You have your favorite spots to go, and your spots where you take the children on their days off from school. Spending time at the park, the grocery store, and the laundromat is nothing new to you. You’ve come to think of this city as your home almost as much as you think of Texas, your home state, as home.

As you move up and down the aisles, collecting items for the week, you barely notice someone calling your name.

‘’I’ve been calling you since aisle six,’’ Wanda, your neighbor, speaks up, glazing up at the store sign that indicates that you are clearly in aisle ten.

‘’Girl,’’ I’m sorry you shrug, placing your shopping list back into your bag, ‘’I’ve been in my own little world.’’

‘’I can only imagine. I haven’t seen you around much lately,’’ she picks up a bag of sugar, surveying it for any tears before placing it in her shopping cart, ‘’And Pietro has been asking about you.’’

You roll your eyes fondly at the mention of her beloved twin brother Pietro. He, like you, attends NYU. While you finished obtaining a degree in education last semester, he is about to finish nursing school. You met Wanda when you were put together as roommates your freshman year, and Pietro and your friendship is a result of yours and Wanda’s.

Wanda, who had spent a semester at community college previously, was stuck deciding between law and education, finally deciding on the latter. Because of this, you two spent almost every semester in almost all of the time that you’ve spent in college. Now, she lives only three doors down from you in her shoebox apartment, sharing with Pietro like, like you live in your equally small apartment with your roommates- your cousin MJ and one of her friends, a girl who is a science major at NYU.

‘’Tell Pietro that I am equally flattered and horrified,’’ you joke, stooping to pick up a bag of flour, ‘’How is he, anyway?’’

‘’I hardly ever see him. He’s always studying at the library or out doing something for class,’’ she shrugs, ‘’Anyway, a few of us are getting together this weekend. Some of the people from our program, Pietro and some of his buddies. We’re hanging out at the apartment.’’

‘’Oh, I’d better make sure I don’t work Saturday but I should be up for it, ‘’ you respond, running through your schedule in your head.

‘’Come on! I know you’re busy, but we haven’t seen you, except for in passing, in months!.’’

‘’Okay, okay,’’ you laugh, ‘’I promise that I’ll try to make it, Wanda. Bye..’’

With a final ‘’Good-bye’’, she walks away, heading for the checkout and leaving you to finish grocery shopping on your own.

Ever since you started nannying for Lindelwa and Akhona, you haven’t had much of a social life. You take care of them five days a week, and usually spend the weekends catching up on errands and relaxing. On the off chance that BOTH of their parents work on Saturday, you’re with them even more than you usually are. It would be nice to spend some time with your friends, take your mind off of all of your responsibilities for once.

This thought resurfaces as you arrive back at the Udaku residence, and are putting the groceries away. It stays with you until a deep voice brings you out of your own train of thought, snapping you back to the moment.

It’s none other than T’Challa Udaku, your boss, standing in the doorway of the kitchen.

‘’Oh. Good morning, Mr. Udaku. I didn’t know you’d be home early.’’

‘’Good morning to you, too. I just stopped by to get some papers that I left on my desk this morning. Thank you for being so willing to come in early this morning. I’ve got a big court trial coming up, and I desperately needed to be there early this morning to go over things with my partner.’’

,‘’It’s fine,’’ you shrug tucking a freshly done rbeaid behind your ear, ‘’I mean, this is my job.’’

‘’Be that as it may, you do a fantastic job of it. The kids love you,’’’ he grins, and you’d be a liar if you said that his smile didn’t make butterflies come to your stomach.

Mr. Udaku is attractive, that’s for sure. He’s about ten years your senior, but he’s a handsome man. Not that you’d ever say that to him. It’d be very unprofessional, and one hundred percent embarrassing, in your eyes.

Still, you see nothing wrong with silently admiring his good looks while you’re in a conversation with him.

‘’Well, thank you. I love them, too,’’ you comment sincerely., ‘’I got what you need for dinner tonight- everything for the scampi, salads, and bread rolls. Did you want me to go ahead and get started? The starks family will drop Lindelwa off, and I can pick Akhona up from the school when he’s done with soccer practice.’’

‘’Since it is on my way home, I will get him. I really appreciate you doing this. Lindelwa has been raving about your chicken scampi ever since you made it that night you stayed over with them, Will you be joining us for dinner?’’

It’s nothing, and you know it., He is simply extending kindness. However, you’d be remiss not to note the fact that it makes heat rush to your cheeks, and you’re a bit eager to accept it.

‘’I think I could swing that,’’ you nod, mentally nothing to add more pieces of chicken to the dish.

‘’Great. Please set eight spots as.’’

‘’Oh, is N’Jadaka joining us tonight?’’

‘’No, but my partner will. I’d better get going to the office. I’ll see you later on tonight.’’’ ‘

‘’Okay, Mr. Udaku. See you then.’’

He gives one last grin before exiting, and you wait until you hear the door close behind him before you smile to yourself.

Okay, so you’re not expecting it to go anywhere. But if you’re gonna have a crush, is he really so bad to have a crush on? And it’s all simple, all innocent, and none of it going anywhere. Little do you know, a series of events is about to unfold that will test your relationship,with T’Challa, so to speak.

And this invitation to dinner is only the beginning.

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aries-writingblog · 3 years

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Atlas (9)

Summary: After years of being imprisoned on the Raft, Tony negotiates freedom for his sister Tessa. When she’s free- so is her past, and it will never stop hunting her.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OC(Stark)

Chapter Word count: 935

Warnings: PTSD (subtle ish), trauma, torture (in later parts), suicidal behaviors and thoughts, mentions of death, character death, injury, violence, angst, and a lil bit of fluff in there, language

Disclaimer: Atlas is my own, original work with characters belonging to Marvel (except Tessa and Dr. Clifton). Plagiarism is not cool kids.

A/N: this is my first work Im posting to this platform and I’m really excited and nervous about it. Hope you enjoy- constructive criticism is always helpful as well!!

This is the final part in this series.

~~6 months later~~

“Sam! Give it back!” Tessa’s loud, boisterous voice could be heard from the kitchen. She and Sam had been playing Mario Kart for hours, leaving most of the others to watch. Bucky and Steve had made the most of the cloudy day, going on a jog around the local park before coming back to join everyone.

Bucky crashed on the couch beside Tessa, laying his head on her lap as she swerved on screen. She scowled as Sam took the lead again, pushing her character off the side of the map.

“Oh screw you Barnes, you’re in league with him.” She griped, begrudgingly accepting a sloppy kiss to her jaw. He took notice of her breathing, seeing that she was doing so without struggle. The first two months after the mission was hard, her mood often swinging many times a day, making her frustrated with herself. And then she would be angry, irritated with the nurses who were only trying to help.

Then there was her physical limitations- her punctured lung healing slowly. The skin on her arm had been replaced by Dr. Cho, not even leaving a scar.

And she had been training more with Wanda and Steve, gaining more control of her powers. Now when she had a nightmare, she no longer set anything on fire subconsciously. Which was good because Bucky had thrown enough burnt shirts that he just started sleeping without them. Of course, that decision came with strings attached, his own doubt bubbling up as he revealed his full metal appendage to Tessa. But she took it in stride- giving him love and acceptance, just as he had shown her.

Tony was still very apprehensive of the whole idea of them being together but, he caved everyday that Tessa became more of herself. He wasn’t blind- he saw the rapid progress she’d made. He also saw her relapses and how Bucky handled them. As much as he hated it, they were good for each other. His frigid nature and her white hot anger seemed to counteract each other when they were together.

“What do you guys want for dinner?” Natasha asked. She had been sitting in the same chair for the past thirty minutes, her head hanging upside down from the chair, legs thrown over the back.

“Nat, did you see that post Matt from accounting made on Twitter?” Wanda asked. Natasha’s head shot up.

“He posted?” She shouted, scrambling over to see Wanda’s phone. “Oh my god he’s an idiot! Look at that spelling...”

“It’s a gold mine!” Wanda cackled, scrolling through his posts.

“Stop harassing the employees, you two.” Steve scolded. Then he leaned over, glancing at the phone. “He didn’t even capitalize his letters.”

“We’re eating pizza for dinner tonight- it’s Thursday.” Vision reported, picking at a piece of lint on his sweater.

“Fucking- Sam, stop that!” Tessa slapped his hand away as he tried to sabotage her. Bucky only cuddled himself closer to her abdomen, feeling the warmth of her overheated skin. He loved feeling that warmth- too accustomed to the cold, craving the temperature her body emitted. “Alright, I quit. You’re just cheating.” She tossed the remote to the table, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Fine, whatever, anybody else up for a round?” Sam offered, holding the remote out. Tessa tapped on Bucky’s head and he looked up to her eyes.

“I’m gonna head up to our room... I don’t think I can handle anymore today.” Bucky swiftly untangled himself and stood up, offering an arm to her.

“We’ll see you guys later.” Bucky announced, the words falling on deaf ears. Bucky had made her promise that if she ever began to feel like her ‘social battery’ began to run out to tell him. It was something her therapist suggested and Bucky took it and ran with it. And so far, it had been successful.

Once they were in the seclusion of their room, Tessa sighed, stretching her arms above her head before flopping to the bed. Since he had moved into her apartment two weeks ago, he had stopped sleeping on the bathroom floor- giving the bed an actual chance. She wasn’t lighting things on fire so it was safe. They established a new sort of trust in one another.

Bucky lay down beside her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders, holding her close. She sighed contentedly and nuzzled closer. He pressed a quiet kiss to the crown of her head, his eyes heavy with sleep.

“Bucky...” her words were quiet, soft. He hummed in response. “Thank you...” She didn’t have to explain anything. He understood the weight of the words in the silence. “I know it isn’t easy to take care of me.” A squeeze to her shoulder.

“Not to me.” He answered, keeping his voice low. He knew she wouldn’t say it back yet, but it didn’t stop him from letting the next words tumble from his lips. “I love you.”

Tessa squeezed an arm around his waist, curling closer to his chest. Her lips grazed his chest, a light kiss pressed to his pectoral. In a way, that was his answer. She said the words everyday in multiple ways, including small kisses to his body. And he was okay with that. She was still learning, just as he was. It would take time and patience. The weight of both of their pasts threatening to swallow them while, to crush them alive. But Bucky was willing to help shoulder hers, just as she was to his. As long as neither of them held the weight alone.

#bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes x oc #bucky x oc

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annes-andromeda · 4 years

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Fanon Marvel cause they got I S S U E S

This isn’t really a fanfic thing, more or less what I envision the MCU would be in MY head. Granted not everyone’s gonna agree with these points, but that’s fine. Well all got our own opinions☺️

Q: Who survives the Snap in Fanon?

A: Steve, Thor, Bruce, Natasha, Clint, Nebula, Gamora, Rhodey, Rocket, Scott, Okoye, Shuri, Pepper, Wong, Valkyrie, Loki, and Tony

Q: Will anyone be recast?

A: Yes. Monica Rambeau is Captain Marvel instead of Carol Danvers. Make of that as you will.

Q: Are there gonna be any major changes?

A: Not for the most part, as I haven’t watched all the Marvel movies. However, these would be the most prominent ones:

* T*ny Stark is an anti-villain. His story has been changed to mostly fit the Superior Iron Man storyline. The IM trilogy would stay the same since I haven’t seen them, as well as the first two Avengers movies. However, he gets his immediate change in Civil War, where we find out that he worked for HYDRA the whole time, and wanted the Avengers to sign the Accords so the organization didn’t get found out. I feel it would’ve been interesting if we had seen Tony turn from a man who pretended to help others survive, into a man who only ever did things to help himself survive. If you don’t like this change: well then suck it cause it’s my fanon🙃

* Steve and Thor are in a relationship. This is mostly a personal preference, but I genuinely think they’d be a good couple. Their feelings would begin to come out in AOU, after the party scene. The two have a drink, slow dance, and confess there feelings. Simple, but cute (I think). Steve would think of Thor in Civil War, while Thor would have a scene in Ragnarok, in which he calls Steve and gets his opinion on everything that has happened to him (Odins death, Hela, losing Mjolnir etc). In Infinity War, they reunite and share a big kiss Pirates of the Caribbean style. As for Endgame: Steve doesn’t go to the past (I.e fucking up the timeline and Peggy’s happy life) and Thor stays on New Asgard to rule as King, with his consort by his side.

* CA:CW- People like Rhodey and Natasha don’t just immediately agree to the Accords. Instead, they go undercover and try to find out what the government is actually doing; Peter is on Team Iron Man until he finds out that Tony is HYDRA. It sucks that M*rvel really out here just making Peter iron boy instead of... ya know... Spider-Man; Civil War has a scene where Steve reminisces on his mother (his real moral compass fight me) and we focus more on him and less on Tinkie’s man pain; Instead of Tony being upset that Bucky killed both of his parents, he’d only get upset about his mother, as he actually wanted his father dead. Got this idea from a post where basically a bunch of people were talking about how Tony was probably HYDRA the whole time, which is where I got the idea. Feel free to add anything else.

* IW: Loki and Gamora don’t die. I feel like they killed off Loki a little too early since he was just getting the arc he so desperately needed. While I don’t really know what to do with him yet, I do know that he’ll be in a relationship with Valkyrie. I mean, did you see their fight scene? The sexual tension. As for Gamora, well we all practically hated it when she died and hated it even more when they brought her 2014 counterpart back from the past. Someone on Quora said that an alternative for Thanos to sacrifice on Vormir could be Ebony Maw, as out of all of Thanos’s children, he worshipped him the most. Maybe Thanos would hesitate as this was his most loyal child, but he does it cause gotta wipe out half the universe or whatever. It wouldn’t be as tragic tho, but (1) that’s the price we gotta pay for Gamora to stay alive, and (2) are we reeeaaally supposed to pity Thanos? Thanos? The guy who only ever fell in love with Death???. Anyways back to Gamora: I actually wanna do something for her. If you’ve ever seen RWBY, one of the main characters essentially loses her arm when she tried to save her friend. I know it sounds cruel for Gamora to loose a limb, but hey, sometimes you just like seeing your fav characters suffer🤷‍♀️. I was thinking it could go two ways:

- (1): Gamora loses her arm like the character in RWBY i.e, saving one of her friends like Mantis, Quill, or Nebula.

- Or (2): Thanos uses the Reality Stone to make the Guardians + Peter and Strange think that they have the upper hand. Strange uses his magic to hold Thanos down while the others try taking off the Infinity gauntlet. Once the gauntlet is nearly loose, Quill would try to strike him, as Nebula realizes that the whole thing is an illusion. But before she could warn the others it’s too late, and Gamora looses an arm to her boyfriend, leaving him and everyone in complete shock. I like this option more, as it would show not only just how cruel Thanos is, but that he never really loved Gamora. He just favored her above all his other kids. And hey, I’m a sap for angst.

* Feel free to add anything else.

* EG: So in the first bullet, I already said which characters survive the snap and that Captain Marvel isn’t Carol, but Monica. Aside from that, I haven’t really thought much of what to do with Endgame. Surprisingly, it’s difficult to write a better story for this one. What I would most like to happen, however, is more character moments. Thor’s PTSD and traumas being taken more seriously, and instead of him gaining weight he loses it (cause according to Tinkie’s dumb rant that’s what gets an audience to take your turmoil seriously. Pls don’t hate me for this decision). Bruce doesn’t turn into Professor Hulk, and his traumas are actually talked about. Also he gets closure on his relationship with Natasha (I know it’s not that great but I personally like it). Clint dies instead of Nat and we remember that Nat was the leader of the Avengers for like five years. Steve properly mourns his friends and actually acts like Steve Rogers and not a fucking imposter. We actually see what happened in Wakanda after the Snap, with Okoye and Shuri at the head of it all. Also Pepper would be stand in for Tony, cause ya know, she has a life outside of him and is actually smart. And her and Scott help with the Time machine or what other plan I or anyone can come up with. Again, feel free to add anything else.

Q: Will there be any new characters added?

A: For now just one: A robot named Iris (aka Iron Blade), created by Tony for HYDRA. I’ve made a summary of her here:

* Iris is an android created by the billionaire Tony Stark, who possesses a synthetic body made of Tungsten Carbide which is powered by the arc reactor in her chest. For years Stark worked into making Iris highly advanced, while also keeping her secret from the rest of the world until she was ready to be used by the organization HYDRA. She was trained by HYDRA in combat and artificial intelligence, transforming Iris into a dangerous, ruthless killing machine. However, she still managed to keep some essence of personality thanks to Tony, who refused to have her be simply mindless. This resulted in Iris inheriting some of Tony’s more negative traits, while even accepting his lavish lifestyle. Although she may act like him, Iris has her own traits which vary from being charismatic, eloquent, and sophisticated to privileged, arrogant and cruel. Due to HYDRA’s influence, Iris is mostly misguided and blindly follows orders.

* Iris was eventually revealed when Tony tried forcing the Avengers to sign the Sokovia Accords as a means to keep HYDRA underground. She was introduced as a new recruit of the US government, in which she had a hand in writing the Accords. When the Avengers found that Iris was created by not just HYDRA but by Tony, this caused a huge riff in the team. The people on Team Iron Man immediately turn on him once finding out that he created Iris, which in turn resulted in them finding out that not only had he been providing the organization with weapons, but was a member himself. Out of all the team members, Iris has the largest fallout with Bucky Barnes (the former Winter Soldier) and Natasha Romanoff (Black Widow), as she mostly worked as their antithesis, showing what probably would’ve occurred had they never recovered from their manipulation at the hands of corrupt organizations.

* After the fight between Iron Man and Captain America, Iris went into hiding alongside Tony, who was no longer a member of the Avengers. For the next two years, Iris stayed by her creators side as he intended to carry out his boss’s plan. The titan Thanos had ordered Stark to help him eradicate half the universe. Tony agreed to the plan, as he believed that Earth had been ungrateful for his attempts at ‘saving’ the world. He would help Thanos, so long as he ensured his safety and payed him. Iris, programmed to follow orders, agreed to the plan without question.

* Once Thanos arrived on Earth, Iris would go to Wakanda to stop the Avengers from destroying the Mind Stone, all the while Stark attempted to kill the Guardians of the Galaxy, Doctor Strange, and Spiderman (also the only one who knew of Tony’s true alignments). Iris, failing to retrieve the Stone, joins Tony on Titan while Thanos fights the Avengers. Despite the Avengers attempts, Thanos gets the stones and does the Snap, in which Tony and Iris survive and go into hiding once more.

That’s pretty much it. I made this cause I’ve been thinking about this for a while, and I wanted to share my opinions. Feel free to add anything or give constructive criticism.

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kelly’s writing guidelines

last updated: 11/19/20

hello my loves! here is a shit load (sorry it’s a lot jdhsdf) of information about my request guidelines, who i write about, what pairings i write about, reader insert info and what i am open to writing ツ

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☞ i am VERY open to constructive criticism and feedback for any of my writing!

☞ though you should not send in hate, if you ever do, expect a comeback. i am not easily offended and know how to stand up for myself. try me.

☞ i love to help and support other creators! let me know if you need help, need advice, want to brainstorm or anything of the sorts. you’re not alone!

[my inbox / personal messages are always open 🥺]

☞ feel free to request whatever! though please be specific, meaning specify the main idea, the characters, the pairing and what type of fic you’d like it to be.

☞ although this should be common sense and proper manners, do not rush a writer. do not spam a writer. they have a life too, and they will tend to your requests when they can!

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[here are some shows / movies / animes / games that i know well: stranger things, it, harry potter, avatar: the last airbender, fullmetal alchemist, sword art online, attack on titan, detroit: become human]

☞ i mainly write reader inserts [x reader]

☞ character x character

☞ original characters

☞ i am not yet open to writing personal characters.

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The Dick Pic (v2)

On AO3 by @thestarkerisobvious and @starker-stories

When we first posted this story, it was helpfully pointed out that the beginning was confusing in relation to the rest of it. And it was. Thank you for that constructive criticism.

We went back to the original and reworked it. Hopefully it will be less confusing and the point of their argument more clear.

There was debate back and forth between deleting the original post or leaving both up. We finally decided on leaving both up.

Words: 9815

Tags: Misunderstandings, Dick Pics, College Student Peter Parker, Top Tony Stark, Bottom Peter Parker, Anal Sex, Semi-Public Sex, Awkward Conversations

Summary:

One picture.

Two different interpretations of the picture.

One restaurant.

Two people, trying to make themselves understood.

One balcony

Two bodies.

It was a beautiful morning. Peter had actually gotten a full night’s sleep. He was sleeping in his dorm room because Tony was away on business and wouldn’t be back for a few days.

He had awoken from a lovely dream. About Tony, of course. But about Tony when they had been together in Paris. In the dream Tony asked him what he wanted. And Tony gave him everything he asked for. In Paris, Tony told him to be bold. To ask for things that he wanted.

In the dream, as he had in Paris, he shamelessly asked Tony to go down on him. When he woke, his body was more than ready for Tony to do just that. But Tony wasn’t there. Peter was in his dorm room, alone.

He couldn’t have what he wanted that moment, of course. But… he could still ask. Tony liked it when he asked…

It was bold, probably too bold for him. Then again, Tony had encouraged him to be bold. So he boldly took his phone out and took a picture of the subject at hand.

Oh, that was shameless. He blushed, just looking at the picture. Quickly he typed:

Thinking of you.

He thought of several other things he could add to go along with the picture (‘Would you like to taste?’ or ‘Mostly about your mouth’) but in the end he chickened out of every one. In the end, he just hit send. That was enough bold for one day.

He spent the next hour grinning and blushing. He was proud, but he couldn’t tell anybody why. There was no one on campus close enough to announce: ‘Today I sent my very first dick pic’.

~~~~~

Tony looked at the picture Peter had sent with his message. ‘Thinking of you’. Yes, but what thoughts had Peter been thinking?

Well, he had told Peter that he could ask for anything. He wanted to hear every one of Peter’s sexual desires. He didn’t know why he expected that reversing their positions and Peter fucking him wouldn’t be one of them. Things weren’t as neatly defined in Peter’s generation. He’d been with enough younger men to know that.

And he’d broken up with enough of them when it became an issue.

He supposed that a few months was a good run, given his record. After the picture and message, he stopped taking Peter’s calls and any other messages. Whenever he regretted his decision to let Peter go, he simply opened his phone to that last picture.

He missed the kid so much that, a time or two, he considered whether he could tolerate getting fucked just to get Peter back. He’d tried that before, though. Tolerating it once led to twice led to three times led to asks and refusals and arguments and the inevitable breakup that should’ve happened at the start of it all.

Letting Peter’s calls go to voicemail unlistened to and leaving his messages completely unread was easier. The kid would move on and find someone willing to satisfy his needs.

But that was the problem. The kid would move on. The idea of that put such a dull ache deep inside him that he found his finger hovering over the green button whenever Peter called.

That would never do. This wasn’t something that could be talked about over the phone. It was definitely something that couldn’t be talked about anywhere that was near a bed. That led to disaster. And unfortunately, his feelings for Peter weren’t going away by simply ‘ghosting’ the boy. Tony texted Peter. Dinner? 8? Marea? It was his favorite restaurant. They’d been there together before. It might seem like it was going to be nothing more than a make-up date.

~~~~~

Peter’s last two weeks had been a strange kind of slow-motion nightmare. Sometimes everything was normal. He aced his classes. He wowed his study groups. He texted his friends and his friends texted back. Then he would try to set up a date with his boyfriend. He spoke to FRIDAY. FRIDAY would be cheerful as always, explaining why Tony couldn’t talk to him right then. Then he would text ‘I miss you’ and wait to hear some response. Finally giving up and going to bed. Wake up in the morning and start the entire miserable process over again.

He kept thinking about Paris. Their trip to Paris was memorable for so many reasons. Not just because Tony set out to spoil Peter rotten with fine wine, good food, and crowded sightseeing spots closed down just for them, but because of what they did in the hotel bedroom that night.

Tony had invited Peter into his bed, and had invited him there to do more than just fuck. But what Tony had invited him there to do, Peter wasn’t completely sure was possible. But it was possible. Peter had opened up to Tony that night. Told him things he hadn’t told anyone, had no plans to tell anyone.

He would never forget Tony’s words. ‘I brought you here because it’s the most romantic city in the world. Because it’s what I think of when I look at you. I think of how much I’m in love with you, and how much I want to make you happy.’

Peter was happy. He was lying on a bed in a hotel room in Paris, with Tony Stark sitting next to him, saying ‘I love you’. What else could any human being want? It wasn’t expensive gifts, the exclusive restaurants, or the limo rides everywhere. That was Tony’s life, and he was inviting Peter to be a part of it. Peter freely accepted that invitation.

‘I want you’, he told Tony when the man asked what he wanted.

‘And I want you’, Tony said back. Only then he asked, ‘But how do you want me?’

Peter remembered saying, ‘Forever’.

And Peter remembered Tony saying, ‘Only that long?’

So he told himself he was being ridiculous. He trusted Tony. As Spider-Man, he trusted Iron Man with his life. As Peter Parker, he trusted Tony Stark enough to tell him things he had never told anyone. He was in love. He just had to remember that he was in love with an incredibly busy man. Dating Tony meant sharing him with the rest of the world. “I’ll just be patient,” he told himself. “I’ll be the most patient boyfriend that ever lived.”

Sometimes he wondered why he was so utterly and thoroughly unlovable. Why would Tony want to date a kid like him? A kid with so little sexual experience, a kid who had admitted to an entire, itemized list of fears? He was unlovable. Tony was proof.

Tony had been his first serious boyfriend (serious boyfriend? Tony had been his only boyfriend.) Sometimes he convinced himself that he would just live like a monk, a monk who fought crime and worshiped a far-off, unavailable man. It wasn’t the strangest superhero backstory in the world.

Sometimes Peter was angry. He had admitted to things, admitted to things he never thought he would tell anybody. It seemed like a good idea at the time. And what had been his reward? To be ghosted by Tony Stark, apparently.

But Tony hadn't broken up with him, that much was certain. Peter checked his email, his phone messages, every social media account he had a million times. Checked them every morning. Sometimes got up and checked them in the dead of the night. Waiting. Waiting for the explanation that would never come.

Almost two weeks to the day, he received the message. His whole body sagged in relief. He hugged his phone to his chest tightly and did a little dance. Grinned from ear to ear. It was okay. They were going to Marea and everything was going to be okay.

~~~~~

Slowly, very slowly, Peter was getting the idea that everything was not okay.

They were seated to Tony’s usual table. Menus and orders taken, wine brought and served. During which Tony was near silent, making only the barest conversation that politeness required. Not only to the servers, but to Peter as well.

When the meal arrived, Peter realized he was going to have difficulty eating. His stomach was in knots. Something was obviously wrong.

“Pete,” Tony said casually, after he finished another bite. “What did you mean by that last picture you sent me?”

“Oh, I meant that I was going to not be late for our lab session because I whipped through my differential equations test in record time and I was actually ten minutes early? Except you weren't in the lab?”

Tony looked puzzled. “No. The last picture you sent. What were you trying to imply by that? Something you want?”

“I guess… I guess I was…” Peter dropped his eyes. “I guess I was bragging that I finished it faster than anyone in the class. The professor said it was faster than anyone he had ever seen and asked me to be his TA next year…

“I mean I wasn’t bragging… but I was. And you didn’t notice.”

“It sure looked like you were bragging. And wanting something other than an A on your exam.”

“In differential equations? We’re talking about Tuesday, right?” Peter took out his own phone and looked for the last pic he sent — which was from differential equations.

“I don’t know the date… I guess it was a Saturday or a Sunday. Maybe Sunday morning… yeah I think Sunday morning and you don’t have differential equations on a Saturday, so no, not that… Did you send me something about that too?”

“Something about… what?” Peter reached out and snatched Tony’s phone from where he set it on the corner of the table. He had prided himself on his patience this week, but his patience was coming to an end. He opened the message app, found his name, and scrolled to the end of the messages, then back to find the ones that had pictures attached. A cute squirrel in Central Park, a sunset behind Stark tower from the top of another building that he took just to text ‘I Miss You’. Finally, the finished test he’d mentioned twice. The one Tony hadn’t even acknowledged.

“There are things that haven’t come up before between us. And we haven’t exactly talked about the things that have come up between us. And that would be a pretty large thing to discuss. What exactly did you mean by sending me that picture?”

“Are we talking about the picture of the spider I sent?” Peter asked, scrolling again. “You never told me you were squicked out by spiders. I’m just a spider fan. You knew that. Everyone expected me to be an entomologist.” He shrugged, guiltily. “I just like math more.”

Finally, Tony grabbed his phone back. He scrolled through the messages until he found the one. He set his phone upside down on the table so no one else could see, then he slid it over to Peter.

Peter looked at it, started visibly, looked around to make sure no one saw it, then he grinned and ducked his head and blushed. Damn, he had felt so bold when he woke up with that in the morning. What was he thinking?

Oh yeah — he had been thinking…

“Well, you’re always telling me how pretty it is…”

“I’m into a lot of things, but there are some I’m not thrilled about.”

“I had a dream about you,” he said as quietly as he could and still be heard. “And I woke up thinking about you, and that was the result.”

“What kind of dream are we talking about? There wasn’t exactly a clear message with it.”

Peter looked confused. He started to speak then stopped. This was very hard to talk about in a restaurant. So he considered the possibilities. He grabbed his own phone and started texting quickly.

Was that really your first dick pic? I’m sorry I never thought. You were the first person to even walk AROUND with a phone in your pocket so I just didn’t think. I’m sorry. All you had to do was say you didn’t want that. Did you open it in a meeting or something?

It was ridiculous to sit there and text someone two feet away. Tony had no shame about talking about the issue in public.

“No, that’s not the first dick pic I’ve ever been sent. The angle and the way you were holding it… that is a first time without implying something by it.”

Peter put his phone down in frustration. He remembered exactly the kind of mood he had been in when he had taken that picture. Bold as brass. Fearless. Amazing. He didn't feel amazing right now. “I can’t really answer that question in a restaurant.

“But... remember when you took me to Paris? It was about Paris. Well it was sort of Paris... but yeah. That’s what it was about.” He tried not to sound hurt, but he was feeling hurt. How hard was it to say ‘don’t send me dick pics’? And why was Tony ignoring everything that came after that?

“Look, there are things I’m just not into,” Tony said firmly, irritated by the kid’s inability to comprehend. “If that’s what you're going to be needing out of this, you’re gonna have to find it elsewhere.”

Peter pulled his chair up to the table as far as he could and leaned in, whispering. “It implies you want to see it. Because you keep telling me you like to see it.”

His chest ached. It hurt to breathe. What Tony had said to him, and convinced him to say, in Paris meant so much to him. He’d never forgotten it. And he could never discuss it in a restaurant.

“Yeah, it’s beautiful. You’ve got a big, nicely shaped cock and I don’t mind seeing it. Like seeing it, actually. But that picture was… different from the dick pics I usually get.”

Tony flipped his phone face up, the picture clearly visible to anyone walking past their table. At that point, making Peter feel uncomfortable was almost part of it. The kid certainly made him uncomfortable the morning he got that. Especially after the way things had been going so well between them.

Peter tried desperately not to gape. It was instinct, not to let your opponent know when you were hurt in battle. But dammit, he was hurt. “‘Things I’m just not into’? Squirrels, sunsets and spiders? Or, more importantly, ‘the things you think about during the day, and your triumphs and proud moments’? Because once upon a time, Tony, you seemed to care about those things a great deal.”

But now words like ‘angle’ and ‘holding it’ and ‘different’ began to register. Suddenly, he found himself getting angry.

“Give me your damn phone.” He grabbed it off the table.

He scrolled through Tony’s phone wondering if someone else was sending Tony dick pics. In which case he was really going to lose his patience. But no, there it was. His cock. Huge and lovely and hard. Hard because he was remembering the incredible things Tony had done to him in Paris. Huge because he had, with his sudden surge of confidence, placed the phone directly beside it. What could he say? He had woken up feeling cocky.

He didn’t feel cocky now. He put the phone in his lap, shielding it from other eyes, and analyzed the angle.

“I haven’t exactly been answering my messages or downloading the photos attached to them lately, so forgive me if I’ve had an entirely different subject on my mind than squirrels and differential equations."

“Well, we haven't talked in two weeks, so I have no idea what’s been on your mind,” Peter hissed.

Patience. Patience patience patience. He could swallow all this hurt and pretend it wasn’t there, he was a master at that. He was good at it. (He had practice.) But right now he was looking at the picture of what he’d wanted Tony to praise (right before devouring it) and wondering if that was ever going to happen again.

“That,” Tony said when Peter had taken his phone off the table again. “That’s been on my mind. Hard to get anything else on my mind. What, exactly, did you mean by sending me that? Because, like I said, if you want to fuck my ass, you’re going to have to find somebody else’s ass to fuck.” He shrugged. “Which, I can work with, I guess. Not the first open relationship I've had to have because of differing sexual appetites.”

“It’s a right angle, Tony. 90°. It’s just… you used to say it was ‘so pretty’ and you… wanted it in your mouth. And I woke up dreaming of the things you said to me in Paris before you… before we… and I woke up. And I was thinking about you. That’s what I wrote. That’s what I meant by…

“…wait… what? Tony for god’s sake… Tony? Only you would try to have this conversation in a restaurant.”

“It’s not a problem. Guys grow up and have different tastes when they do. It’s not like I didn't have a fair number of experiences in that direction when I was younger.

“It’s just not my… not interested in that anymore. Haven’t been for a very long time. And I don't see myself particularly wanting to get fucked any time soon. Not even by you, sorry.”

“You have a fair number of experiences debating the angle of my penis over dinner in a restaurant!?” Peter laughed, overwhelmed by the surreality of the conversation. “You were right, Tony — your life was a lot different than mine.”

“Well actually, not your penis. but not the first one I’ve discussed over dinner in a restaurant. Usually as a prelude to heading to the bathroom with the other guy in said restaurant. But that’s not the point.”

“I have no idea what the fuck you are talking about!” Peter whispered angrily. Except he wasn’t exactly whispering anymore. This was the strangest conversation he had ever had in his life. He was beginning to lean into the strange.

“Oh my god. One minute I’m working up the nerve to admit that I still dream about what happened in Paris and the next minute we’re discussing why it’s wrong that I want to… I don’t even know what. This is insane.”

Tony just shook his head. He was being pretty clear, he thought. “We’re talking about whether or not you want to fuck me, that’s what we’re talking about. Because that’s just not something I’m into. But if it’s something you’re into, I’ve got no trouble with you finding it elsewhere. Well, actually I do, but I’m prepared to adjust my expectations.

“Wait…” Tony furrowed his brow. “Paris? What the fuck does this have to do with me sucking you off?”

“I’m sorry I sent you the wrong kind of dick pic and I have no idea why you think I was thinking of that, but I’m just about at the end of my rope. I’m in over my head here.”

“The only time I’ve ever gotten a picture like that was from someone who had very different ideas about my sexual tastes. It’s pretty much a ‘sit on this’ pic, don’t you think?”

There were tears behind Peter’s eyes. All of his talks to himself about ‘patience’ were drying up. He didn’t have it in him to explain what Paris had meant to him, at least not in a public place. Maybe in the dark, in Tony’s arms, maybe. But not while the man was spouting nonsense.

He took a deep breath. “No, Tony. It was a, you told me it was ‘gorgeous’ pic. It was a, you told me you ‘want to suck on it’ pic. For god’s sakes Tony, you told me once you wanted me to c… to leave a wet spot on your bed for you to find when you got home. I’m sorry about your past lovers but I’m not really responsible for them. I’m only responsible for myself.” His voice broke a little. He wasn't feeling very responsible right now.

Dammit, he had done everything right. He had been the proper amount of sexy and tried to hide all the shyness. He had tried to be bold when Tony wanted him to be bold. He had been patient. He had been positive. He was even attempting to have this incredibly personal conversation in a public place because Tony wanted to. He had done his best. But his best wasn’t good enough.

“Jesus Peter, how many different ways do I have to tell you this. I love you. I love what we do in bed together. There are directions I’m willing to expand into that and explore, but me getting fucked isn’t one of them. It’s not something I’m into. It wasn’t even something I was into back when I was young enough that that was all anyone wanted me to do. It’s just that’s the way it goes when you’re the age I was then. But eventually you get old enough to tell the other guy ‘no, I’d rather fuck you instead’. So, if you’re getting to that age, we’re going to have to talk in terms of how you can get what you want in that direction, because it isn’t going to be me.”

Tony had been keeping his voice calm and quiet the whole time, not even letting his exasperation come through in any way except his word choices. Peter was a smart kid, surely he understood the words that were being said.

Peter pressed his water glass against his face. He knew his skin was flushed and he felt overheated. He took the napkin from his lap and dipped it in the ice water and dabbed his forehead. It was probably a rude thing to do in this expensive restaurant, but what the hell? It couldn’t be worse than discussing the angle of the dick pic on Tony’s phone.

He took a deep breath and tried to say something that made sense. “Well, I guess I should say thank you for thinking that I’m old enough to be changing my tastes… I guess. If that’s really a thing you outgrow. But this is all coming out of left field for me.”

Taking another deep breath he thought back over what Tony had said. “And I love you too. I’m sorry people did things to you when you were young that you didn’t like. But if this is a ‘stage’ for me, a ‘stage’ I’m going to ‘grow out of’, I’d estimate you have another good ten to twenty years before that happens. I can’t see ever getting tired of it. But I guess you know better than I do… except…

“Except…” he said, looking back into Tony’s face. He could talk about science. Science was easy.

“Except it seems like you think we are both going to have the same experience, and the data doesn’t point that way. The data doesn’t point at all. You’re talking about societal expectations versus actual personal preference and there’s no reason to assume I’m going to ‘grow out’ of being… who I am.”

“It’s not a thing some people outgrow, but others do. There’s a certain expectation that the younger person bottoms, but then, as they start getting older, they find out that’s not really their thing. Or that they’d been putting up with it because they were expected to, even if they didn't like it much… or at all.

“Other guys don’t outgrow it. They’re just that way. Which is what I was hoping it would be with you. Because, if you wanted to, if it was a dealbreaker and you’d leave me over it… I guess… it’s not unendurable if it wasn’t often.”

Deep breaths and factual statements were helping incredibly. Tony’s voice was calm and that helped too. Speaking calmly and factually about these things means that things were actually okay — they could talk about more personal, painful things later. In private. Hopefully while naked.

“Well, I appreciate that your generation couldn’t exactly go to the library and do as much research as I did when I first identified as gay, so there's that…

"But, help me out, Tony. I sat down at dinner and suddenly you start talking about me ‘leaving you’ and I’ve got whiplash here. Literally the last thing I sent you was a picture of a squirrel.”

Tony raised his eyebrow. Peter was always a quick study and never this blindingly obtuse. Maybe it was the subject. He needed it explained more simply and perhaps repeatedly.

“Some guys are bent in one direction and others in the opposite. I’m pretty much bent only in one direction. I knew that the odds of you staying bent in yours weren’t great. Most guys fall in the more flexible position. I’m just saying that I’m not one of them. But if you are, as long as you didn’t have any sort of… emotional bond with whoever you hooked up with… I’d… adjust.

“This isn’t something even your generation goes to look up in the library, Because most of your generation is more flexible. It’s assumed that you both will, I don’t know, toss a coin for it, I suppose. I don't know how it works.

“The implications of what you sent kind of overrode my reaction to one of your daily messages of the sort I like getting from you.”

Peter opened his mouth but then closed it again. He looked at Tony’s face, and he stopped completely and took stock. He thought about the damn squirrel. He thought about how he aced the test that he wanted to brag about. And he thought about waking up with a raging hard-on and the need to brag about that too. And he thought about how much it hurt when Tony seemed to be ignoring him and what that meant. He took a deep breath, looked Tony in the eye, and spoke.

“I don’t want to ‘hook up’ Tony. With anybody. I don’t think you understand… it’s not that way for me. I don’t want to be with other people. I guess I should have told you that before. I don’t want to… even if there was someone else I actually wanted to… I don’t want to be with anyone else. I love you. I want…”

It would have been hard for Peter to do this in the dark, in Tony's arms. But dammit, this was Tony’s world. The world where you just have these conversations in the open. So he did it. For Tony. “I want to be yours. I want to belong to you.”

Of course, he barely got the words out. It was hard to talk without air. But his mouth formed around the words, which was something.

“I want the same thing. I love you, Peter. I love what we do in bed together. But, in bed, there are things I don’t love. Even if I do love the person who’s asking for them. That is what I’m saying.”

Being told what Tony wanted was almost as good as being held, so he held onto those words. And the words ‘I love you’. He took a deep breath, relieved, and tried to listen to the rest of what Tony was saying.

“All I need for us to be together is for you to understand…” He looked down at his phone, thinking about that doomed message that was supposed to be about Paris and wound up being about something else entirely. “…this is all very important to me, Tony. I guess I shouldn’t be ashamed of it, but I am, because I’m supposed to be all casual about some things and I can’t be. I don’t want to be with anyone else. And of course… I want to be in your life. I want that more than anything else.”

“I don’t like to share. Not you. Especially not you,” Tony said, admitting an inconvenient truth. The truth that led him to making this date instead of simply continuing to ‘ghost’ Peter until he went away.

“Which is also not in keeping with the way people of your generation approach things, I know. You’re not the first guy under thirty that I’ve been with. I know things have changed a lot. What’s expected of relationships. Inflexibility and possessiveness are definitely not the mode. But they’re where I’m at and it’s hard to see me changing that. I’m possessive. I don’t want to share the person I’m in love with, that I want in my life… for the rest of it.”

“I don’t want you to share… I don’t want to be shared! And I know I’m not normal for my generation or for my anything… and I tried so hard to… gosh maybe I should have told you sooner. Maybe I need to stop trying to be ‘normal’. I don’t see why I have to change. I just want to belong to you. I don’t want… I’m not interested in ‘hook ups’ and I’m tired of pretending that I… that I get it. I don’t. I can’t see being with someone and not… well you know. Blurting out everything I feel. I can’t really stop.”

“Baby, I am in love with you. And that doesn’t come without the possessive part. It’s worse with you though. Maybe because I’ve never really… felt this with anyone else. Not like this. Not like I feel with you.”

“Wait…” Peter stopped, the pieces suddenly falling together in his head. “Did you… did you just really volunteer to bottom for me?”

Tony sighed heavily.

“If that’s what it takes to keep you in my life. Like I said, it won’t have been the first time I’ve been fucked. I just never liked it. Not even when I was your age. It was just the way things were back then. Before a certain age, you were expected to bottom. And past a certain age, you were expected to change and to want to top.

“I wanted to be with guys and if that meant turning up my ass to get the rest of what I was looking for, I did it. But then I got to a point in age where I didn’t have to put up with it.”

"Tony, for gods’ sake I don’t want you to… why would I want you to turn up your ass when…” But he couldn’t really say more. Not here. He covered his face and whispered behind his hand. “When you do so many amazing things to me?”

“I can't stand the idea of losing you.”

Peter reached out for Tony's hand. “I love you.” It was like a dream come true, and while he wasn’t sure he had dreamed about it happening in a public place, well, here it was. “I love you and you’re never going to lose me.”

He wanted to say ‘I’ve never felt this way about anyone else’, but it was a silly thing to say. He had been in love with Tony Stark his whole life. He had felt this way about Tony forever.

Tony held Peter's hand, his thumb caressing the back of it. “You got together with me while you’re still so young. Before you have had time, really, to explore things you might find out you like or prefer better. I’ve had plenty of years to experience everything on the menu and you’ve just had one taste.

“I don’t want to hold you back, even though I don't want to let you go.”

“Tony, can we… leave? Please? I don’t want to talk about this here.”

“Okay, we can leave. It’s just… if it turned out that’s what you did mean by that picture… It felt safer here, than at home, to discuss these matters.”

“Wait… what? Now I’m really confused. Why would you want to discuss it here and not…” He didn’t want to say ‘in your arms’. It still felt very immature. “…at home?”

“Why here? No particular reason as to the venue, but some things are just safer talked about in a public place until they’re sorted and both people are on the same page. Where the bed is far away and not an option for where to discuss them.”

“Tony, I want you to teach me those other things on the menu. I don’t want to be with anyone else. We’re not talking about trying on different styles of shoe here. I… can’t do that with other people, that’s what I’m trying to tell you. I know I’m supposed to want to be casual with other people because of my age but I don't. And I’m trying to tell you, I don’t want to feel ashamed of that anymore. I don’t want to pretend anymore. I don’t have to. I can be a Tony-sexual and not apologize for that. You’re not ‘holding me back’ you’re loving me and I’m loving you and there’s nothing bad about that.”

“Since I’m rather Peter-sexual, you being me-sexual is a good thing. Because I already have enough issues struggling not to take someone apart who looks at you for too long. Having someone actually touch you? When you belong to me? That's unsustainable.”

Peter couldn’t help but smile. And beam. Maybe blush a little. The idea that Tony wanted to ‘take someone apart’ just for looking?

"Okay. So we’re both very much alike in the me-sexual way. And we’re both very different about where we like to talk about private things. And we’re not going to talk about me being with someone else in bed because I hate that idea. And you’re going to stop volunteering to do something you don’t like because I really hate that idea. Is that sorted out enough? Can we go home now? I kinda need to.”

They weren’t going to just walk home hand in hand, no. Peter was going to hold Tony’s hand and use his other hand to hold into Tony’s arm too. He hoped Tony wouldn’t mind.

But Tony draped his arm over Peter’s shoulders as they walked back, holding him close, making sure that no one would possibly think that he wasn’t very much taken.

“So all this was just a case of bad lighting, poor camera angle choices, and you making yourself less than clear about the meaning of that particular picture of your, yes, very lovely, dick, hmm?” Tony asked with a sly smile.

Peter reached up and grabbed the hand draping over his shoulder. As they walked he couldn’t stop smiling.

“Tony… you’re going to have to find me an online course on ‘how to take a dick pic’ because I have no idea how that looked like anything other than a yummy snack.”

“I’ll send you a few examples, if you want,” Tony said smiling, “Because I don't want you looking at anyone else’s dick pics, not even as a course of online study.”

Peter smiled. “Deal.”

“So the way things have been with us? That’s good for you? You mentioned Paris… Those are some very good memories we made there. Apparently inspiring in your dreams, huh?” he said with a little smirk. “What parts, exactly, were so inspirational? I can’t understand unless you tell me. Explicitly. In detail.”

“Please Tony, not here…” Peter groaned and looked around them. New York City. People everywhere. But then again… wasn't talking the point? So he tried to be brave again, and spoke. He spoke almost directly into Tony's ear, but he spoke.

“You made me tell you what I wanted. You made me put it into words. And it was impossible to say those things without telling you how they made me feel. How you made me feel so safe and wanted and beautiful and so… yours. And I told you that I loved you. And I could, because suddenly I wasn’t afraid anymore.

“And I told you and I couldn’t be anything but honest and that was okay. Because that’s what you wanted. And I told you about all the things I was afraid of, and you made that okay too. And when I knew it was okay to be afraid, then I wasn’t afraid anymore.

“And also you made me come three times in one night. There was that.”

~~~~~

They were making out hot and heavy in the elevator, Peter boldly pulling Tony’s shirt free from his trousers and sneaking his hands underneath. As the doors opened they stumbled out. Peter had Tony’s face in both hands, trying to kiss him and lead him into the penthouse at the same time.

“I want it to be you, Tony. Whatever it is, whatever you want to do, I want it to be you. I want you to be the first.” He’d made himself giggle, trying to kiss Tony and talk at the same time. He only had one glass of wine at dinner, but now he felt drunk.

“That’s what I want. I just thought there was another first you wanted with me, and that’s not going to be a first we can share. Unless it…” Tony sighed. It was a difficult choice. “Yes, okay. I’d rather it be me than anyone else. The thought of anyone else touching you… In any way…” Tony said fiercely.

“Oh god, say it again, tell me I’m yours, Tony. Tell me no one gets to touch me but you…”

“I don’t want anyone touching you but me. I want you entirely to myself. I’m selfish and possessive and irrational on that subject.”

Peter laughed in relief and joy. Laughing directly into Tony’s mouth seemed rude so he leaned his head back and laughed that way. He felt giddy. “Yes, please yes. Please. I want to get ‘Property Of Tony Stark’ tattooed across my back.

“Oh god no. Please no. Do you have any idea how many people did that hoping I’d be impressed and it would become true? Nope. No. No way.”

“Ah damn, then I’ll think of something else.”

“I can think of something that will make sure everyone knows you belong to me,” Tony said with a smirk. “Not telling you yet though.”

“I want you to be my first time, Tony, all my first times. I don’t know what else to have first times for, but please think of some and then be my first.”

“Oh baby, we haven’t even touched one tenth of the first times you can have. There are entire places on that beautiful body of yours that I haven’t made love to yet. Much less places we can do it in. Positions. Locations. Methods. I can be very imaginative.”

“Oh god yes locations! Locations. I’ll let you take me anywhere on the globe, anywhere, I won’t protest, I swear.” He felt too dizzy to walk. He kept his arms around Tony’s neck as they tried to move away from the elevator. It made them move slowly, but he was afraid to let go.

“Then that just makes ‘first times’ at least several hundred locations. Sixty of them owned by me. Several rented. And then there are hotels to stay at.

“All of them, Tony. Each one. We have years.”

“We happen to find ourselves in the penthouse tonight and I’m not willing to wait til the jet can fly us somewhere else. But there are many many things we’ve yet to do right here.

“Yes,” Peter said, kissing him again. “Anything.”

“Anything I want?”

“Oh… crap…” Peter pulled his head away a little and tried to clear it. He had to be honest… Being honest had been a big deal to him since Paris. And ‘anything’ was a very big word.

“Unh unh. You already agreed. No backing out now, beautiful.” Tony kissed Peter deeply.

“Okay,” he whimpered a bit against Tony’s mouth. “…but you also said I had to tell you the truth about being afraid of bedroom things so I’m trying to do both.

“All I know is, if I’ve never done it before, I want to do it with you. I need it to be you.”

“Oh you’ve done this before. It’s not a first in that way. You did say locations, though. I was listening very closely, Pete. I always listen to you.”

“Oh… oh good.” He grinned from ear to ear. Tony listening to him was all he wanted.

“Hmm. First, location. Time for other things later.” Tony took Peter’s hand and started slowly walking him away from the elevator doors, unbuttoning Peter’s shirt, dropping it on the floor, kissing him as they walked, unbuttoning his pants while he was being kissed and walked, pushing his pants and underwear down and nearly tripping the kid when they got hung up on his shoes.

Peter was too happy to think straight. He happily helped Tony get him undressed as they walked. If they were headed to the bedroom to do it on the bed, he didn’t care. Just as long as he was skin-to-skin with his lover soon.

When Peter’s shirt came off, Tony’s quickly did too. When Peter’s pants came off, Tony was a little more deft, realizing shoes were a thing and toeing his off as he stepped out of his jeans. They were naked together, Tony wrapped his arms around Peter, anything to keep him distracted from where he was walking him to. Which wasn’t the bedroom. They were still in the living room for now.

Tony slowed their walk as they passed the console table. He opened the drawer and grabbed one of the small bottles of lube he had hidden all over the penthouse. As he wrapped his arms around Peter’s waist, he kept the bottle in one hand. He started kissing Peter again, edging their progress along the large glass wall.

“Ever get fucked 96 stories in the air before?” Tony kissed him again.

“The… the window? Oh Tony…”

“Not the window, baby. I’m gonna bend you over the balcony railing, looking straight down to the ground. Where anyone over there in One Vanderbilt will be able to see you bent over, taking my cock in your ass. Watch you getting the glass messy.”

“No no no. Tony, we’re outside!”

“Um hmm. Outside where they can see how beautiful you are. You are so beautiful Peter. Stunning. You belong to me and you’re one more thing that’s beautiful and mine that they can only look at.

“But Tony… Tony… Tony…”

“But don’t worry, baby. All they’re going to see is how lucky I am to have the most handsome young man in the city all to myself.

“But Tony…”

He held Peter close and kissed along his jaw until he was whispering in his ear. “But what, baby? You know you’re beautiful. You know your mine. You know how much I want you.”

Tony gently turned Peter around, holding him by the waist, pressed up against his back, nuzzling into the nape of his neck. “The lights from all those people out there… Not one of them has anyone as beautiful as you.” Tony kept shifting the lube bottle from hand to hand as he touched Peter, so the kid never knew it was there. Ever since Peter had noticed and remarked on it, it was a game Tony liked to play against himself. How to do the ‘magically appearing lube’ trick.

“But Tony… I… I… Tony I… ” Peter took in great gulping lungfuls of air. He had no fear of heights, never had. In fact he thought Tony’s balcony was one of the most beautiful places on earth. But he was outside, and completely naked, and that was just all kinds of wrong.

But then again, Tony was naked too. Naked, and pressed up against his back and saying the most beautiful things. Peter took another deep breath.

“Okay. I can do it,” he whispered. “If you stay close.”

“Where else would I be, Peter. I won’t let you be anywhere but close to me.” Tony’s hand wandered over his body. Up along his stomach, his chest, his neck, holding him there just a second before moving down his sides to his hip. He moved Peter’s ass back against him.

Peter gasped at the feel of Tony’s hand on his hips and moaned as he felt where Tony was moving him. He needed to make himself understood before he was beyond speech.

Reaching behind him he found the back of Tony’s head and pulled it to his own, until he had Tony’s face pressed against his face. “No, I mean stay close.”

“Baby, I’m gonna be right there kissing those pretty curls on your neck. I can’t resist them. I’ve gotta taste your skin. I’ve gotta put those beautiful marks on it. The ones I don’t even share with you. The ones that show that you’re mine.

“I love that no one else has ever touched you. No one else will ever touch you.” Tony rocked up against Peter, growing hard, frotting along the crack of his ass. His hand slid down from his waist to rest on his belly, just above his cock. He held the solid warmth of it there, then moved lower.

“I should let you have all the experiences someone your age would have. But all of those are mine too.”

“Yes, yes... yes,” he chanted, loving every word that was whispered against his ear. “Yes Tony.

“Oh… but we forgot… you forgot…” Peter stopped and blushed and looked back a little. Tony had supplies hidden all over the penthouse, making sex possible in just about every room. But there were no night tables on the balcony.

Suddenly he found himself grinning. “You’ll have to go back for the lube.”

“I will?” he asked skeptically. To be the ultimate of sneaky, he’d have to not touch Peter with either hand and Peter had asked him to stay close. He wouldn’t let go.

“Not just yet. Kiss me again… oh…”

Tony opened the bottle, giving it a squeeze, and let it run down the crack of Peter’s ass. He bent over Peter’s back a little more and set the bottle on the tile. His finger stroked through the thick lube, pushing it between Peter’s cheeks, fingertip swirling around Peter’s opening.

“Oh Tony…” Peter whispered. He couldn’t say much else. He was trying to remember to breathe. Tony had touched him like this many times, but being touched this way outside? It was somehow a completely different sensation. Still, he knew Tony liked it when he said something other than “Oh Tony.” So he tried again.

“Please keep talking to me.”

Tony was surprised that Peter could say anything, even at this early state. His voice was thin and reedy, almost carried away on the night air. He bent over the boy and kissed between his shoulder blades.

His voice was a low rumble against Peter’s back. “Do you want me to tell you how hot this beautiful place on your body makes me feel? Or perhaps how very special it is that you let me touch you here. That you let me own you here.” He paused. “Or perhaps you’d like me to tell you that there is someone on the 85th floor of One Vanderbilt watching us?”

“Stop…” Peter giggled. He didn’t really believe it, but he also didn’t care. In this moment, with Tony touching him there, no one else mattered in the world.

“Baby, you are always beautiful. But up here? Up where we fly? Where it’s just us? Beautiful doesn’t touch it.”

“Yes, it’s ours,” Peter murmured, hooking his arm behind him so he could stroke Tony’s hair. “Our sky.”

“I want to always see your skin glowing with the city lights. Like it was in Paris.” Tony pressed the head of his cock lightly where his fingers had been. Not entering. Just giving Peter exactly what they both wanted, knowing what they both liked.

“Oh Tony, what are you doing to me?” Peter murmured, eyes half-closed. He could do that, he realized. Could close his eyes and just concentrate on the sensation, on the sound of Tony’s voice, on the warm, solid presence of Tony’s body. Forget, for a moment, that they were outside. Forget that they were on display.

Tony stayed bent across Peter’s back. “I’m touching you,”

He guided the tip of his cock inside. “I’m touching you.”

He wrapped his arm around Peter’s waist and held his hand low across the boy’s belly. “I’m touching you.”

He let his cock go with his other hand, wiping it quickly on his own hip. He tangled his fingers in Peter’s hair with a slight tug. “I’m touching you.”

“Yes, please yes…” Peter moaned. He leaned back into Tony’s embrace, eyes closed, and waited. Tony would tease his opening like this for quite a while, he knew. Tony knew how much he enjoyed it.

But then again tonight was different. Two weeks ago he had done what Tony had told him to do — he had dared to request something bold. It backfired terribly, but ultimately it had paid off. Ultimately, it led them both here. To a better place. He was going to remember tonight. Tonight should be different.

Turning his head slightly, until his lips were touching Tony’s face, he kissed his lover, screwed up his courage, and whispered “Fuck me.”

Tony pressed the head of his cock in very slowly, waiting to feel that little pop as Peter closed around behind it. He held still at that point. “Is this what you want? Tell me what you want. Tell me again.”

Peter took a deep, steadying breath. It wasn’t as hard to do once Tony stopped moving. That was the beauty of this game Tony played. Knowing that Tony wouldn’t move until he was able to speak made speaking so much easier. Gave him room to breathe. He did that now.

Looking up at the sky gave him courage. Knowing that it was their playground, their territory, made him braver even though he wasn’t wearing the suit.

Keeping his eyes on it, on the sky, he knew he could do it. Firmly, he reached up and took Tony’s hand away from his head. Firmly, he took both of Tony’s hands and guided them to his hips, never taking his eyes off the sky. Firmly, he spoke.

“Fuck me,” he growled. “Don’t be gentle.”

Tony kept one hand gripping Peter’s hip. The other arm he wrapped tightly around his waist, almost completely encircling it, putting his other hand next to the first on Peter’s same hip. Holding him firm, making sure that he wouldn’t accidentally push him over the railing — not a fun way to end the evening — Tony pulled back and thrust into Peter all at once, fast, hard, not at all gentle.

“You think you can handle that, baby?” Tony asked.

“More…”

Tony reached up and grabbed Peter by the top of his hair, yanking it hard, pulling his back up against his chest so tightly he could feel the cold metal circle of the arc reactor between his shoulder blades. He fucked upwards, lifting Peter onto his toes with the force of it.

Peter let out a sharp cry of surprise. Normally he bit his mouth down hard when he heard his voice. It always sounded too loud to his own ears. But being outside, he realized very suddenly, had an advantage. Instead of biting down he opened his mouth and let it hang open. Then, whatever happened, happened.

He landed Peter onto the flat of his feet when he pulled back, then lifted him up again when he entered. Tony couldn’t get very deep in this position, but Peter’s cries were very satisfying. Not gentle, not quiet, at all. But loud. Louder than Peter ever dared in the bedroom. He knew they were carried away on the wind. Off to the skies where they both felt at home.

What Tony was doing to him was a very different sensation, and for several moments he let Tony continue. It wasn’t gentle, but it wasn’t deep either. As soon as he was able, he caught his breath long enough to speak. “Stop… stop…” he gasped, reaching back and touching Tony’s hip.

Tony settled Peter down onto his feet again, pulling back, leaving only the head inside him. “What, baby? What do you want?”

“Back up… back up a step…” Peter managed. It wasn’t easy to talk without air, but Peter didn’t want to wait to catch his breath. He pushed Tony back a few steps until he was able to lean forward, putting himself more at a 90° angle. Then he looked back with (what he hoped was) a wicked grin. “Now do it.”

Tony kissed the grin off Peter’s lips and then figuring out what he wanted, returned that grin with a smirk. He slipped out from him and raised Peter up a few inches to where he was bent over the narrow pane of the short glass balcony wall until the boy was looking straight down at the ground, 96 floors below, bent at that 90° angle he was asking for.

“You’ve climbed the tower before, Spider-Man. Get sticky and hold yourself up.”

“Oh fuck Tony,” he gasped, but his hands found exactly what they needed instantly.

“Yes.”

“Hold on tight, Pete,” Tony said, guiding himself inside again, then giving a hard push to seat himself. When Spider-Man stayed stuck and didn’t move with the force of his thrust, he increased that force and slammed in.

Looking straight down from great heights was nothing new to Peter, nor was feeling Tony trust deep inside him. But those two things together? Peter was grateful they were outside. The noises he was making now were completely involuntary. He couldn’t have kept quiet if he wanted to.

Peter’s feet were dangling in the air, so Tony held still, buried all the way in, until the kid’s toes found purchase on the inside of the glass the same way his fingers had on the outside of it. Like that, Peter wasn’t going anywhere and Tony let himself go. Fucking hard and fast with deep long strokes.

He knew that Peter always needed a grounding touch, but the position didn’t allow for much of that. So he splayed his hand flat out on the small of his back without pressure but warmth.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it, baby. All the beautiful world down there.”

“Fuck, Tony…” was all Peter could manage. He didn’t think Tony could see his face, so he didn’t try to hide his smile. Never in his life had he imagined anyone could fuck him this way.

“And my beautiful world right here so far above the other.”

The sight surrounding them both and the hot, tight sensation of Peter’s ass surrounding him was bringing him close, fast. His stroke grew shallow, his groans joining Peter’s cries on their flight through the New York skies. He let go of Peter’s hip, trusting the boy to hold himself in place, and slid his hand down underneath Peter, wrapping his fingers around the boy’s cock.

Whimpering, Peter lowered himself back to his feet and stood on shaky legs. He kept Tony inside him without effort (it was a good thing, being graceful.) He was so hard he was dizzy, but he concentrated on what Tony wanted to do next.

Back down on earth (well the earth 96 floors above the ground) Tony’s hand sought out all of Peter’s most sensitive places. His thumb sliding just below the slit as his hand stroked the boy’s shaft. He bit his lip trying to hold back his own impending orgasm.

“Oh Tony, what are you doing to me?”

“You’re gonna make my glass messy, baby. Wanna see you dripping down it.”

Peter reached backward with both arms and pressed his hands on Tony’s back. Eyes open, looking up into the sky, he leaned his head back and let it happen. If anyone was listening at that height, they would have no doubt who was fucking the twink at the balcony. Peter shouted Tony’s name endlessly into the night.

Tony watched Peter come on the railing, the sight was almost enough to send him over on its own. The strain of the boy’s body tightening around him… that was always irresistible. But when he heard Peter cry out, scream out his name… Tony hadn’t come so hard in his life.

With both hands on the rail, Peter tried to catch his breath. His head was spinning. He was pretty sure he had just been way too loud, but then again, Tony had been loud too… in fact… had he ever heard Tony be that loud? He couldn’t help but peek, looking back over his shoulder in hopes to catch a glimpse of Tony’s face before he had time to compose himself.

Tony’s mouth was still hanging open (ah, but Tony had been making some loud noises too, Peter was going to remember that) and his eyes were wide, looking up at the sky, just as Peter had done. Peter found himself grinning from ear to ear. It was a very, very rare thing to catch Tony not focusing on him. For a moment, just a moment, he had caught it. An unguarded moment. He treasured it. He wondered if there was a way to find it again.

As Tony slipped out of him he turned around and brought their heads close, draping his hands lightly behind his lover’s head.

“Property of Tony Stark,” Peter murmured, kissing his face. “You’re going to write it across my chest every morning with a sharpie.”

“Nah. Gonna make you write it on my windows with your come. Peter Parker was here. Tony Stark made him messy. Gonna let you write it on my chest when you’re riding me. Make you write it on my sheets.”

“No one will be able to read that,” Peter giggled, leaning his head back and looking up at the sky again. Their sky. His and Tony’s.

He leaned over and kissed Peter. “No one except the cleaning staff,” he said with a shrug.

“But I want everyone to know.”

Tony cupped Peter’s face and brought him into a long, deep kiss. “Baby, when you’re really ready, everyone will know.”

“I’m ready,” Peter whispered.

Anyone could get his name tattooed on their ass. People he never met had it there. He’s signed more girls’ chests with Sharpie than he ever cared to remember. But only one person would ever have something made out of gold-titanium alloy with the words ‘Property of Tony Stark’ engraved inside of it.

“No, Pete, you’re not. But when you are, I’ll be here.”

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After All: Chapter 1: New Beginnings

Summary: It is your first few days at the compound. You meet the team, but Bucky is the one who tries to integrate you the most.

Warnings: none so far

Word Count: 1460 A/N: This is just a first part, I promise it will get better, I just needed to set the scene.

This is an out of canon fic. I can’t even set the time in the MCU universe. Bucky is an Avenger, Tony and Natasha never died. Also, I did my research on prosthetic limbs, but I’m no mean an expert, so I apologise in advance if I messed up.

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You couldn’t believe it. Your dreams were coming true faster than you thought possible. You were starting a new job at Stark Industries and couldn’t believe your own luck. It was a dream-come-true for every scientist around the world. You knew you were good at your job, having a PhD in physics and mechanics made you a perfect material for many tech companies.

And even though you enjoyed your last job- creating mechanic prosthetics for athletes with disabilities, you couldn’t really say no to Tony Stark. He even visited you personally and tried to convince you that a better future awaits you in his company.

What you didn’t expect was to be one of the lead scientists to work with the Avengers themselves. You thought you’d be more in a lab, working on Stark’s other projects. But he told you that your inventions and ideas were too good to be locked somewhere and wanted to use them to help protect the world.

The idea of the world’s mightiest heroes surrounding you scared you a little. Let’s just say you weren’t the most outgoing person. You didn’t mind spending your time with people, but more often than not, you ended up on your couch, a good book and a glass of wine.

You never were the popular girl at school, wearing glasses and braces was enough for the kids to call you a nerd and not really wanting to spend their time with you. You didn’t mind, though. Your parents taught you to be independent and not really care about other’s people’s opinion on you. It still stung a little sometimes, when the kids would call you names or make practical jokes on you.

But you were a big girl now, and you wouldn’t let anyone treat you like that. You might not be Miss Universe, but you had your value, and you knew all about it.

Your first few days at the compound were hectic, to say the least. You had to learn all the access codes, cooperate with Friday and meet the whole team.

When you finally settled, you actually started to do your job. The first thing to look at was Bucky’s arm. You saw it on the television, but you needed to see it with your own eyes. You thought it was beautiful- old-fashioned, but very well crafted. Even if it was constructed by Hydra- the scientist might have been the bad guy and all, but he was good at his job. You could appreciate that.

You asked Friday to let Mr Barnes know you’d like to see him when he’s got time. You didn’t think that’d be in 20 minutes since you made the call. He walked in all his glory, wearing sweatpants and tightly fitting shirt. You could see his muscles and your mouth watered a little just because of it.

“Hi, uh, Mr Barnes. I didn’t expect you so soon.” You said and offered him a hand to shook, which he did. “It’s Bucky, love. And wasn’t it you calling me here?” He smirked at you, and you blushed. Great, now you were blushing like a teenage girl who never saw a guy before. “Uhm, yeah, I just- never mind. I would like to have a look at your arm if you don’t mind.”

You could see he was a little reluctant, so you added, “I think I might make it more comfortable and overall better, Bucky.” He sighed and rolled up his sleeve to show you where his arm was attached to his body. You could see that someone tried to heal his skin and muscle as much as possible, but the weight of the arm was possibly still too much for his organism.

Tony told you that he tried to make the arm better, but because it was literally a part of Bucky’s body, he thought he’d let you have a better look and find a better solution than Tony’s temporary one.

“How often do you have to take it off?”

“I don’t know, every few weeks because of the therapy I’m doing? My shoulder hurt too much after a few weeks, so I have to take it off, we do physiotherapy, and I’m good to go for another few weeks.”

“Uh-huh.” You just hummed to show you were listening and continued to inspect the arm. Bucky was watching you with interest.

“And you can do everything with that arm? No limitations at all?”

“Depends what you mean, doll face, anything you want me to show you?” He smirked at you, and you just laughed it off. Gosh. He was such a flirt!

“Ok, I think I know what I wanna do with that arm. Can you come in tomorrow morning, so we take all of the measurements and stuff so I can start working on it?”

“You got it, and btw, don’t you wanna come to a movie night tonight? Most of us will be there, and you can see the arm in daily life,” Bucky winked at you and laughed when you rolled your eyes at him. “Alright, Casanova, I’ll be there.”

Bucky smiled at you and left your lab. The rest of the day went by just like your morning, Sam and Natasha being the ones who you talked to and looked at their equipment, and made mental notes and preliminary blueprints of what novelties you wanted to show them.

You loved the job already. The team was really easy to work with, and the resources you suddenly had were immense. You didn’t have to ask for grants and wait for months to be usually denied. Here you just told Tony about your plans and voila, you had all you needed.

When you were finished for the day, you pretty much ran into your room to get ready for the movie night. You knew you didn’t have to do much, you never did (some mascara would be enough), but you wanted to take a shower and get changed from the lab coat to something more. At least a regular pair of jeans and a t-shirt.

You were almost done when you heard a light knock on your door.

“Hey, doll. Here to pick you up, you ready?” you heard Bucky’s voice from behind the door.

“Yeah, just give me a sec, and I’m with you.” You hollered at him and looked at yourself in the mirror for the last time. Ain’t getting better, you thought to yourself and walked out of the room. You walked side by side, making small talk about your day and his day. Within a few days, you learned that all of the Avengers work out like crazy, preparing for the next possible mission.

“And so I kicked Steve’s ass so much, you know? The punk was wailing like a little brat!” You had to laugh at his antics. You couldn’t really imagine Captain American himself “wailing like a brat”, but you let Bucky to it.

When you reached the little cinema built in the compounds, most of the team, and some other agents and lab techs were there. You were happy it wasn’t just the Avengers, you’d probably feel a little out of place.

Everyone greeted you with a warm smile, and for a second, you really felt like you belonged there. It was a nice feeling, for once.

Bucky insisted on you sitting next to him, both of you covered in one blanket, popcorn between you. Someone picked the newest Mission Impossible, despite Steve’d loud protests, because he “wanted to watch a classic, these new movies are just a colourful nothing with a plot that could never happen in real life.” This coming from a superhero, mind you. You had to roll your eyes. Brat.

Bucky threw some popcorn in Steve’s direction, which almost resulted in a popcorn battle, has Clint not stood up and started pestering Steve, Bucky, and Sam like little children.

The whole movie, Bucky kept whispering nonsense into your ear, on how it wasn’t that difficult to jump out of a plane, or how he would beat Tom Cruise’s ass in a battle, single-handedly by his human arm. “Of course you would, Bucky. You’re a freaking superhero, and he is just a normal guy, remember?” He smiled and scooted a little closer to you because “the popcorn’s just too far doll.”

It was weird, but a good weird, sitting there, next to Bucky, with his hand constantly touching yours. Little butterflies erupted in your stomach, but you tried to shoo them away. Bucky was just being friendly, and there was nothing else to it. He was simply a nice guy showing the ropes of the compound and the team to the new girl.

But the butterflies didn’t listen anyway.

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Can I get a Criminal Minds and Marvel matchup? I’m female/straight. I’m 5’1, athletic build, with long black wavy hair, brown eyes, tanned skin, and cat eye glasses. Im a Slytherin, Leo and chaotic neutral. I’m quite the lone wolf and extremely independent but I can be outgoing with very close friends. I’m creative, independent, confident in my own skin, and quite laid back. However, if someone tries to control my thoughts and actions I can be very stubborn. I have a sarcastic and witty sense of humor and love banter. I love digital art, digital design, fashion design/cosplay, and 3D design. I also love kickboxing and strength training. I love playing video games and watching all sorts of movies (fantasy, sci fi, and espionage being my favorite genres). I don’t physically read much but I love audiobooks. I also love conspiracy theory podcasts. Thank you!

CRIMINAL MINDS

I ship you with Derek Morgan!

You are definitely Derek Morgan’s type on paper both appearance-wise and personality-wise.

Derek is, too, somewhat of an independent lone wolf so I feel like you’d be great together in the way that you wouldn’t be clingy or overly time-consuming to each other. You’d both be totally cool if the other just wanted to do other stuff on their own or in the company of other people. You would be okay with not always being attached at the hip which would really make your relationship stronger because you know then that it would be real.

You say that you’re confident in your skin and you just sound very laidback in general, both of which are qualities Derek appreciates in his women. He doesn’t want them to be over-the-top enthusiastic (the only exception being Penelope), nor does he want them to be too laid-back, you know? He likes a women who can read the room; be outgoing with loved ones, but also be serious when the moment calls for it. Just generally genuine.

Derek isn’t the type to try to control his partner. With him, you’d be free to do completely as you wanted. If someone else tried to decide over you and you’d respond to it with a stubborn attitude, he’d most likely take your side, call the other person out for their bullshit and tell them to stop trying to tell you what to do, rather than telling you to “calm down” like so many others instinctively would. He would be very respective of your boundaries and validate and justify them rather than try to quiet your reactions down.

Your mutual love for witty and sarcastic banter would probably be what he’d be attracted to before anything else. He’d absolutely love bantering with you and you just know that you’d put on the most hilarious of shows for your friends and family. Your constant banter would definitely be the behavior in which everyone first and foremost sees how much you care about each other.

Other than your humor and way of expressing it, you also have your interest of working out in common. He’s obviously a very muscular guy and he loves combat sports, so he’d absolutely adore working out with you, whether it be at home or in the gym, and he’d gladly practice kickboxing with you. He’d treasure these moments so much that he’d probably even go as far as to let you beat his ass while training. His ego wouldn’t even be hurt in the slightest, because being beaten by you would just be amazing for him - he’d be so proud and amazed with you.

When it comes to your other interests, the more artistic and cultural ones, he’d really be relieved that you have such safe and harmless interests. If you get shot, it’s more likely to be at home, in a game, than in real life.

Because of the inner peace he feels from knowing you’re not out getting yourself in danger, he’d always be encouraging you to take your interests a step further, giving you constructive criticism as well as praise for your art pieces, keeping an eye out for jobs and contacts that’ll take you further in your career.

The only downside to a relationship between you and Derek would be that you’d also, without a doubt, be Penelope’s ideal friend. Both of you love video games and your favourite movie genres are just the same as hers.

Chances are high that Derek would been left out while you and Penelope nerd out over nerd-things, and be left butthurt and offended when he comes home on several occasions to see that you’re hosting a video game/movie-night that he has most definitely not been invited to, even if you at some point share a home.

At the end of the day, though, the fact that you’re so much like Penelope and that the two of you would get along so well, would only make him love you even more. Especially when he sees the costumes the two of you wear when going to different cosplay conventions together.

MARVEL

I ship you with Tony Stark!

Tony isn’t a lone wolf, per se, but he is independent. Even in a committed relationship, he doesn’t like being held back and tied down. He likes to hold on to at least a small amount of his freedom and I get the feeling that that’s the case for you, as well. Like you don’t want to be attached at the hip 24/7 because getting to miss each other is a really important part of a strong, long-lasting relationship and both of you give me the vibe that you need to do things on your own sometimes.

Of course, Tony is also a very big fan of radiating confidence and since he’s the literal sass-master, your banters would just be unbeatable. No one would be able to keep up and watching you interact would be like watching an intense match of table tennis, with a little cheeky twists seeing as Tony would never miss an opportunity to get a suggestive joke into a conversation if given the chance.

Tony wouldn’t try to control you, either. Probably not even if you were in the wrong, because he just always sticks up for the people he’s personally biased for, no matter what the issue at hand is.

However, if your patience when being told what to do is so bad that you in stressful and frustrating situations can’t even handle getting instructions (I’m like that so I mean absolutely no offense), he’d probably have a great time seeing you struggling because, well, he’s Tony.

“Not that screw, honey. That screw goes in the left part.”

“I don’t need you to point that out for me, Tony. I can handle this on my own.”

“Whatever you say, sweetheart.”

You know, that kind of struggle😂

Digital art, digital design and 3D design are all, although a little bit different, a big part of his daily life, too, and I can imagine that he’s not very big on reading either, when he doesn’t absolutely have to. Instead, he would prefer listening to audiobooks like you so that he can work while he listens, so I can picture the two of you sitting together, working on your separate projects while listening to audiobooks that suit both of your preferences in knowledge.

Like Derek, Tony would definitely encourage you to pursue your interests and make a career out of them. He’d help you by introducing you to his contacts in your areas of expertise and get you all of the supplies you’d need. If you ever got to design a clothing line, he’d definitely buy one of everything from the entire collection.

Unlike Derek, however, he would not want to work out with you. Why? Because he just wouldn’t want to be humiliated by being Black Widowed by you. You’d probably really intimidate him and he wouldn’t be afraid to admit it. He’d rather just watch you do your thing with a mixture of pride and attraction from afar.

He’d love to watch movies with you, though. But only because he’d be able to flaunt his big brain by pointing out all of the incorrect science details. I don’t know if you’d enjoy it as much as he would, but it would certainly still be a memorable way for the two of you to spend time together.

And don’t even get me started on the conspiracy theories. Tony Stark’s entire persona relies on science. If he can’t prove it in his lab, then it’s not even worth a second of his time. It’s just not realistic. So he’d definitely make fun of you for listening to those theories, but it would all be in good fun and you’d only get some good banter out of it.

At the end of the day, the two of you would look great together because underneath all of the jokes and banter, he’d really care about you.

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abreathofthewild · 4 years

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And They Were Roommates, Chapter 1/?

Summary: After the events of Endgame, the Avengers try to regain a semblance of normalcy. Steve Rogers decides to move to a small town, get a regular job and a regular room mate...

Word Count: 1832

Warnings: mentions of death. some language. some hanky panky (MILD exhibitionism?!??!). Like neck kissing, hip straddling. But not between Steve and reader... yet. Eventual warnings for possible PTSD and traumatic flashbacks. Smut. Oh boy I can’t believe I just wrote that this is going to be a wonderful journal.

Notes: Holy cow I’m actually posting this. This is my first time posting a fic so please be kind? I’m also open to constructive criticism though so yeah. How I’m posting a Steve Rogers fic before a Thor fic is beyond me but I guess ya gotta follow the spark? This literally is based off a dream so it should be interesting?! If I can actually finish it?! I have not seen Endgame (I’m not mentally prepared) but I have a general idea of how it goes and I’m writing things differently. For reasons. I hope you all enjoy! EDIT: I’m so mad at Tumblr I tried to add a tag through mobile and it DELETED THE WHOLE DANG POST FORMATTING AND ALL so here it is again.

Links: Chapter 2

You groaned as you rolled over and blearily felt around for your phone on the nightstand; the display lit up so bright it made your eyes squint in pain. As they finally adjusted to the screen and you saw the numbers 2:43, you felt a familiar anger boil up inside you. That anger spiked when you heard a few thumps and more giggling from the living room. This was the third time this week Steve had brought some random drunk girl home from the bar where he worked. He was a popular guy because he was great at what he did, good-looking too you had to admit. And he was Captain America. He knew he had these qualities though and he flaunted them. For most people, his cockiness was a turn on; for you, it was the exact opposite and made most of the time rooming with him a miserable thing. You rolled over and squeezed your eyes shut, desperately willing sleep to come. Your mind trailed off to when you first met Steve. After the defeat of Thanos and the death of so many, Tony in particular, the Avengers had dispersed; they remained in touch but they all had decided to lead normal lives. As normal as possible anyway.

Steve Rogers? Captain America? He decided to get a regular job at a regular bar in some regular town and move into some regular house. You knew he hurt. Who didn’t? Everyone had lost someone. You… You had lost your sister. She was the one who roomed with you before Steve. Some of her pictures were still on the mantle along with one of the Avengers together. You always smiled when you saw those pictures. The one with your sister was her in the snow, her skin flushed a bright red from the cold, her nose and eyes scrunched up as she laughed. That memory was so sweet, still fresh as if you had taken the picture yesterday. She had tripped and fallen face first in the snow. It was deep so it hadn’t hurt her. Instead she had flooded the air with her laughter. The two of you had ended up gasping for breath from hysterics. The one of the Avengers was similar although the focus of their laughter seemed to be Tony Stark’s frown. It wasn’t really a frown though, more as if he was trying to keep a smile off his face. Steve had never told you the story (he never really told you much about that time) but you guessed they were ribbing him for something. The love for each other was evident though. Steve seemed to be the most enthusiastic; his head was thrown back, eyes closed. He was holding his stomach and his golden hair was falling loosely in a wave. It made you smile every time you looked at those.

“Steeeevveee…” A whine came from the living room. Your efforts to go back to sleep were a no-go. All those girls he brought home were so… Not Steve. It made your blood run hot.

“That’s it,” you whispered angrily to no one in particular as you leapt from your bed and stalked down the hall. The was a furry rug running down the length of the floor; you weren’t exactly trying to move quietly. Still, you doubted Steve wouldn’t hear you, either way. At the last minute, something stopped you from rounding the corner. Really, what right did you have to tell him not to bring girls home? This was half his house. You had to be at work in three hours now though, a thought that made you somewhat desperate. You took a deep breath and slowly padded out into the living area.

There was Steve, sitting on the couch (the couch you sat on too sometimes for Christ’s sake). The girl was straddling his lap, her blonde curls loose around her shoulders. Her mini skirt was hiked up to her hips. His arms were at her back and he was kissing her neck; her hands were in his hair and she let out a small moan. You stood frozen in place.

They were completely absorbed in each other, completely oblivious to you standing there gawking. It was an impressive sight to see Steve in action if you were being completely honest with yourself. Then he opened his eyes. You’d looked him in the face before, knew he had pretty blues but this… This was different. They were stunning, intense. And focused on you as the girl he was holding let her head fall back on a sigh. He didn’t stop, just watched you watching him. It made the muscles in your stomach clench. What the hell? You stood straight, shook your head in an attempt to make the haziness leave your brain and cleared your throat. She jumped in his arms but didn’t make any move to get off his lap. She did a half turn to see who was there; you crossed your arms and tapped your foot.

“Look, I don’t wanna be rude and I don’t know if Steve told you but he doesn’t live alone. And I gotta get up for work in the morning. I mean, can you guys just be a little quieter, Steve?” You directed your gaze to him. He watched you lazily but… Your cheeks flushed hot when he kept watching you. Shit… “That’s all I need…” You trailed off awkwardly, frustrated with yourself. He finally looked away and back at her face.

“Gosh, doll, looks like our fun’s over. Maybe some other time?” He smirked, squeezing her hips. He continued smirking as she stared at him in disbelief.

“Look,” she finally said, mirroring your statement with sarcasm, “I don’t wanna be rude but I don’t know who this bitch thinks she is—” Your eyes widened when Steve didn’t even let her finish her sentence as he stood up abruptly, letting her fall indignantly to the cushion next to him.

“That bitch,” he said quietly, “pays half the rent. She’s my roommate. And I won’t have anyone disrespecting her.” Now it was her turn to widen her eyes; her mouth gaped open. Steve stood, imposing, one hand in the pocket of his blue jeans, the other arm extended to the door. The girl stood quickly and grabbed her bag from the coffee table. The door slammed as she left. You crossed your arms and tried to look everywhere but at Steve who still faced away from you.

“Sorry,” you mumbled. “I didn’t mean for that to happen. I just… I have to be there at, like, six—”

“It’s fine.” His shoulders and back flexed; you gulped when he turned around and studied your face. “She shouldn’t have said that.” God those blue eyes. He took a step forward and another when you didn’t back away. Finally, he grinned. “I think you made her jealous. I mean, who wouldn’t be jealous of you? You get to see America’s ass in person every day.” You rolled your eyes. Steve having access to the internet was all at once the worst and best thing. He was fascinated by memes and when it came to memes of himself… well, he could make you sit for hours showing you memes. “Play hooky with me tomorrow, let me make up for how she treated you.” You crossed your arms again and pursed your lips, shook your head.

“No-can-do, Steve. I’m one of the openers. I wouldn’t do that on such short notice.”

“I figured as much. I’ve never seen you call out. I mean, except that one time you were puking your guts out.” Steve smirked, you shuddered.

“Ugh, that was awful. I was so sick! Thank god you didn’t bring anyone here those nights.” You returned his smirk as Steve gave you an expression of mock surprise, throwing his hands up in surrender.

“I don’t bring that many girls home, okay? Besides, I have to drown out the bad memories somewhere.” There was an uncomfortable moment of silence.

“Steve—"

“Plus, you were so miserable. I didn’t want to bother you. I tried to stay scarce those days.” He’d crossed his arms again, and you had to force yourself to keep your eyes on his face instead of how good he looked in that worn white t-shirt of his. His words jarred a memory in you though from the last time you remembered being that sick.

You were fifteen. Your mom had to work the night shift at the hospital. She wasn’t particularly caring anyway. Y/Sister’s name was the one who found you in the bathroom in the middle of the night, laying on the cold tile floor holding your stomach. She had rubbed your back and held your hair back from your face and made sure you drank little bits of water to wash away the gross aftertaste.

“Ssshh,” she had whispered. “It’s all right, you’re okay.” She had helped you back to bed, tucked you in with a bucket on the floor. She had stayed there all night, waiting it out with you. It was the best feeling just knowing someone was there. She was always there for you, even when no one else was…

Tears sprang unbidden to your eyes and you bit your lip. Shit. Shit shit shit.

“I, uh, I gotta go to bed, okay? Um, sorry about tonight. Didn’t mean for it to go that way,” you said again. That quick he closed the space between you; he was so close you could smell the subtle aroma of his cologne, see the way his eyes searched yours. He reached up and brushed a thumb across your cheek, wiping away a tear you hadn’t even noticed falling.

“Please don’t apologize. Can I take you out after you get off?” You looked up at him (you definitely had to look up) and studied his face. He looked so tired. His eyes looked sad. How had you never noticed before? Maybe it was time you paid attention. A small nod.

“Yeah,” you whispered, even though you didn’t even know why you had to whisper. “I get off at 1. Should I meet you?” Steve smiled then. Golden boy. Apollo. The sun.

“Nah, I got this. I’ll pick you up.” Was he always a gentleman like this? A quick hitch of your breath as he leaned forward and spoke close to your ear “Good night, Y/N.” He stood up and slowly brushed passed you heading to the room at the other side of the hall where he saluted you with a grin as he went in and closed his door. He knew. He knew the effect he suddenly was having on you and he was loving it. If you were being honest, you didn’t mind that you were finally acknowledging it.

And now, somehow, you were going to hang out with Steve Rogers tomorrow. You slapped a hand over your mouth to stifle your disbelieving giggle. It felt good.

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