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purrplegyuu · 2 months

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Barely adults | So Junghwan

Warnings: Poor plot, First time (not penetration), masturbation, only clitoris stimulation actually, both of them are virgins, no actually loss of virginity but kind of, gramatical/spelling mistakes (maybe, english is not my first language), let me know if I'm missing something else.

Pairing: Best friend!Junghwan x Best friend!fem reader.

Word count: 1,6k

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hiiiiiiiiiii!, it's been already a month since I started staning Treasure, but this is my first work about one of them. I wrote it at one am (i use to sleep at 8 pm) so that's why there might be a lot of mistakes. I would really appreciate for you to tell me if you find any mistake or if you'd like me to change something.

Remember my ask box is still open (even if i haven't answered any ask yet, so sorry to thos 4 people looool), so feel free to request some words. I write for Txt (obviously), Treasure, Zerobaseone, Seventeen and enhypen (maybe, I'm not sure yet).

That's everything, enjoy and have a nice day!

Us. Both barely adults who don’t really know what are we doing. Or what are we going to do.

“Have you thought about your career?” I ask. Is a trending topic in both of our houses since we both decided to take a gap year right after we graduated from high school.

Yeah, we are planning on attending college, however, we were both too tired after three large years of taking high school a little too seriously. My parents were so mad when I told them about my decision, and even threatened me to throw me out of home. They eventually forgot about it, but before that happened, we were in a neverending fight for three months.

His situation had been a little bit different.

He never told me about it, but I noticed. Starting from the day he told his parents about his decision, when he showed up to my bedroom window on the second floor (I still don’t really know how he made it) and asked to sleep on the couch of my room. Secondly, the one time I went to his house to hang out a bit and heard his parents telling him horrible things about how disappointed they were. And finally, tonight, when he asked me to meet at his older brother’s apartment, just for me to find him on the big bed with a pair of big, red eyes.

I’ve got to say I understand our parents. He was first place in class and I was second. Must have been hard for them. And I have to confess it–I feel guilty, I am guilty. I was the one who proposed it and convinced him. Guess I just didn’t thought about the consequences.

However, it’s been nine months since those events now, and it’s already time for us to choose what college career are we going to study now.

“Junghwan?” I called him since he hadn’t answered.

He’s looking right straight to his brother's desk next to the bed.

The silence grows more awkward and he just doesn’t seem to care I’ve came in his brother’s apartment minutes ago.

“Junghwan!” I almost scream, finally catching his attention. He looks at me for a while before asking “Hm?”

“You finally decided what to study?” We’ve been both too lost about it.

He shakes his head no before falling silent once again.

After a few seconds, his hand lifts up from the edge of the bedroom, and offers it to me. I take it, and soon he pushes me onto his lap.

“Wa!” I yell, impressed by his sudden strength over me.

We’ve never been like this before. We’ve never been this close before. Yet, I’ve always dreamt about it.

“Ju-junghwan, you’re too clumsy” I jokingly said, trying to act like I didn’t get what is he doing. I move on his lap trying to stand up, however, he takes both of my hands and forces me to move closer to him.

“”I’m not” he looks right into my eyes while breathing on my face. His breath feels addictive like drugs, it is hard for me to breathe, and my lower lip trembles from the massive desire of kissing him.

And it looks like he’s feeling just like me, because it takes him just a few seconds to melt his lips into mine in a way I’ve never seen before, not even in the best porno.

His lips move away from mine. Our foreheads touch, our noses meet, and we both remain silent for a few seconds while we catch our breath. And then, he kisses me again. His hand lets mine go, and I hold myself on his shoulders while one of his hands take the back of my neck and the other one takes my thigh from under the light green dress I decided to wear (for him, but that’s supposed to be a secret).

Everything is so fast, so rude and so forced it scares me. It doesn’t feel romantic but desperate; it doesn’t feel fluffy but feverish.

I take his hand when I feel it reaching my underwear, and cut the kiss while trying to breathe again. He looks at me confused. His red swollen lips wanting nothing but to kiss me again, his hand on my neck taking me strongly, his cheeks flushed from the heat of the moment and his dark pupils waiting for me to say something.

“Junghwan,”I try to speak but I’m just too embarrassed to speak–because I’m red as an apple, because I’ve just kissed him and because… “Junghwan, I haven’t… had sex yet”

He laughs lowly, taking me again into his hands to kiss me one more time. “Don’t worry,” He says between kisses. “me neither”

His lips move to my cheek, leaving some wet kisses before moving to my ear, then to my neck and finally my clavicles. My hands squeeze his shoulders strongly while lifting my dress slowly, making my skin crawl.

He stops kissing me to look right into my eyes to find my agreement, which he happens to find fastly before taking my dress off of my body. My hand runs down his abdomen, looking for the hem of his black hoodie to try to lift it up. He helps me do it, lifting his arms so I can take it off, and once I’m done, he switches our positions, throwing me to the bed.

He goes back to kiss my lips while his hands caresses my skin slowly, playing with my sanity by taking the hem of my panties and drawing the outline of it. His lips move to my ear, leaving a kiss in there before whispering “You look so pretty… all messy and small under me” and “Isn’t it funny? You’re the one who always leads me, and now I’m on top of you” before laughing.

I’m the extrovert one, I’m the noisy one. Whenever someone approaches both of us, it is because they’re trying to know about me. I’ve heard people telling he’s always been only a shadow always walking behind me. Yeah, I’m socially a dom, but he’s been secretly a sexual dom all this time.

I turn around to look at his eyes, silently begging for him to not tease me any second more, and that’s when I feel his hand move in my panties, touching my skin everytime closer to my cunt. And I thought he wasn't going to give everything I asked for so easily, however, his finger started circling my clitoris right after he reached it. He kept on kissing my right clavicle while his other hand moved to my back, looking for the clasp of my bralette. He undoes it and takes it off completely.

I feel my stomach tensing up for the first time, making me whine loudly and arch my back. “Have you touched yourself before?” He asks. I nod slowly.

“Ye-yes, but never came” And never felt that good.

My stomach tenses a second time, making me whine even louder and higher. I take his arm as if wanting to slow down.

“Why?” He asks, making my cheeks even hotter.

“I-I’ve never-“ A moan escapes from my throat. “I’ve never been able to.” Every time I touched myself, I would just stimulate my clitoris for minutes until the feeling is so overwhelming I can’t deal with it and stop touching it. I even thought I was asexual. However, I’ve always wanted to touch myself again every night after seeing Junghwan’s abs.

His fingers speed up, making me scream his name loudly while pleading for him to slow down, however, we both know that's not what I want. I squeeze his arm harder, my hips move by themselves, my back arches, my lower abdomen is so tense I feel I’m about to explode. And then, an overwhelming feeling floods me up, making me moan while my voice breaks out because of the way he kept touching my clit even after I came. Finally, he slowed down until he stayed still while his hand rested in my panties.

My eyes still closed, my chest rising and falling as I try to catch my breath. And once I think I’m right, I open my eyes, just to find him looking at me closely with the sweetest smile ever.

everything around me is spinning, my head hurts a little, I feel the sweat on my forehead and everything not called 'Junghwan' feels so unnecessary.

He hugs me, leaving a kiss on my forehead before turning on the lamp on the nightstand and turning the room’s lights off. He knows me so well, he knows I’m still afraid of the dark.

#junghwan smut #junghwan #treasure | purrplegyuu #barely adults | junghwan #treasure smut #treasure hard hours #kpop smut #am I the first one writing smut for him? omg such an honor #purrplegyuu #best friend junghwan

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hopeless-romanceb · 1 year

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Mattheo Remembers

About: Everyone planned an early birthday party for Pansy but little did they know that it was your birthday today.

I got this ideas from the TikTok sound we forgot your birthday. Let me know if you have any request.

Today was the day that you were dreading the most. You never really enjoyed your birthday mostly because you never got anything for your birthday and no one really remembers your birthday anyways. Slowly getting up out of your bed you got dressed for the day and put on a little bit of makeup. After getting everything ready you headed down the halls to breakfast where everyone else sat. After getting want you wanted you sat down with everyone. No one really noticed you sit down.

"Goodmorning Y/N" Mattheo said with a cute smile on his face. "Morning" you mumbled back to him. After he said goodmorning to you everyone then noticed that you are sitting at the table. They all said hey or goodmorning or morning. No one seemed to notice the sour mood you were in or what today was. You were expecting no one to remember today but they didn't mean that it didn't hurt. After breakfast classes went by like normal no one said anything to you.

The day seemed to go by so slow and every class today was so boring. All you wanted to do was go back to your dorm and cry a little maybe even get some ice cream while watching some movies. At the end of the last class Pansy came up to you and asked if you wanted to hang out in her room before going to the common room. Being the good friend you are you said of course because you didn't want to hurt her feelings. The walk to her dorm was kinda quiet but it wasn't an awkward it was kinda nice. You sat down on her bed when you got into her dorm.

"Y/N I need help on an outfit for tonight" Pansy said while doing through her closet. "What for?" you asked mostly because your curiosity was getting the better of you. "We're all going for a walk into town tonight so we can buy stuff for the party we're throwing tomorrow" she said. "Okay well sense I'm in here can I borrow an outfit from you" you said glad that you could have a distraction from everyone forgetting. Pansy agreed to you borrowing an outfit so you got up from the bed to find something cute to wear.

After helping Pansy find an outfit for herself and you found a cute outfit for yourself you both changed out of your uniforms. Pansy started to do her makeup while you fixed up your hair so it looked better than before after you were done with that you and Pansy switched places. Your makeup was a little ruined from the long day but you cleaned it up a little bit and decided to add just a bit of eyeliner and mascara. Your canceler from earlier looked good so you didn't need to add anymore.

We met everyone outside Hogwarts when we were done getting ready. "Alright sense everyone is here let's go." Draco said while starting to walk towards the direction of town. Conversations were all you heard while walking with the group. When you were in your own little world for a bit you realized that Blaise was missing from the group but you didn't say anything thinking that he was just staning behind sense he didn't want to go. "What are you thinking about Y/N" Mattheo said trailing beside you.

"Hm.. oh nothing just kinda relaxing and taking in the walk" you replied with a small smile. "Okay is there anything wrong you seem quiet today" he said softly. "No I'm okay Theo" you say forcing a bigger smile so he wouldn't worry.

When we all got into town we all when into random stories and bought some random things. You got yourself a bracelet as a present and just a couple small things that you really wanted. When everyone was done doing their shopping we met back up so we could eat something then head back. The walk back felt a little faster than the walk to town. Us as a group split up when we got back and you went to your dorm. Setting everything down on your desk you laid down and sighed.

You closed your eyes to try and take a quick nap but suddenly you heard knocking coming from your door. Sighing again you got up from you bed to open the door. After you opened the door you saw Pansy behind the door. "Hey Y/N I was wondering if you wanted to come to the common room with me." she said with a small smile. "Sure" you said and matched her smile.

While walking to the common room we made small talk just asking each other how we were doing and how classes were going. As soon as we walked into the common room we saw a sign that said 'Happy Birthday Pansy' and all our friends said 'Surprise.' "What! My birthdays not for another month." Pansy said with a surprised but happy tone. "That's the surprise." Draco said with a huge smile on his face. "Oh my god!! Guys this is so great. It's so unexpected I mean Y/N's birthday is even before mine." she said still excited.

Everyone kinda stopped breathing at this point. "We missed your birthday?" Draco asked after a couple seconds of silence. "Why didn't you tell us?" Theodore asked while Blaise nodded. "It does matter I knew all of you would forget anyways." you said with tears starting to cloud your vision. "Actually N/N I got you presents while we were in town." Mattheo said while walking towards you. "Y-You remembered?" you questioned while smiling ear to ear. "Of course I have the rest of the presents in my dorm" he said softly. You couldn't contain your smile you ran the rest of the way and tackled him in a hug. "Thank you Theo. Thank you so much" you said while tears ran down you face. "I would never forget your birthday love. You're my favorite person. Come on let's go to my dorm." he said while holding you close to him.

Everyone in the room in the room stood there in shock but were also feeling guilt for forgetting your birthday. You and Mattheo got to his dorm and when he opened the door there was a couple gifts sitting on his bed. You quickly walked over with the biggest smile on your face. "You can open them love" Theo said chuckling a bit at your happiness. The first gift had a beautiful diamond necklace that matched the bracelet you got both of them were F/C. "Thank you so much Theo. It's so beautiful" you said softly. "You're welcome Y/N. I'm glad you like it." he smiled.

After open the other gifts you both decided to watch a couple movies together. You chose to watch F/M. Before turning on the movie Mattheo turned off the likes and grabbed a couple snacks from his secret stash. When he walked back other to the bed you were already curled up under his blankets. He slid into the bed and wrapped his arms around your waist. Instead of pushing him away like he thought you would you snuggled into him. That's how you guys ended the night watching movies and cuddling close. Let's just say this has been the best birthday ever.

#mattheo riddle #mattheo x reader #mattheo x you #cuddles #benjamin wadsworth

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scoonsalicious · 2 months

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Pocket MCU - Iron Man 1/?

In Which Pocket and Tony Have a Video Call.

Word Count: 979

Scene In-Movie @ 10:30

So, I decided to re-watch Iron Man tonight, and I started thinking about how Pocket would fit into existing MCU narratives. So, here's a little bonus, taking place during the first Iron Man movie. This might turn into something, it might not. For now, just a little fun thing I did, mostly so I could write more Pocket/Tony (even though she hasn't been given the nickname 'Pocket' yet). Enjoy!

“Only you would fuck a girl who called you a war profiteer,” you told Tony over the video call from your office in New York. “She still upstairs?”

“Miss Potts should be taking care of her right now,” Tony said as he fiddled with the engine of his 1932 Ford Flathead Roadster in his Malibu garage.

“How’s that working out, anyway?” you asked, your interest piqued. “She’s lasted loads longer than any of your other personal assistants.”

“She’s good,” Tony said, taking a piece of the car’s engine out and putting it aside. “Very efficient.”

“I like her,” you told him. “I think she’s been good for you.”

“Yeah, well, I wouldn’t need her if you just moved out here permanently,” he told you.

“And just leave the New York office to Obadiah Stane? I don’t think so,” you said.

“I don’t know why you hate him so much, Kiddo,” Tony said, turning his focus away from the car and fully onto you.

“He’s the one who hates me,” you clarified. “I’m just matching his energy.”

“I think you’re reading too much into it. He’s a little wary of you, that’s all.”

“He hates that you nominated me for Chief Technical Officer,” you said. “He officially opposed the nomination in front of the board.”

Tony frowned. “When the fuck did that happen? Why wasn’t I informed of it?”

You rolled your eyes. “Maybe if you spent a little less time shooting craps and fucking Vanity Fair reporters, and actually attended a board meeting every once in a while,” you said.

“I’ll talk to him,” Tony assured you.

“No, don’t,” you protested. “It’s bad enough he thinks I’m just another one of your fangirls. The last thing I need is for you to make a demand on him for my sake.”

“Well, what do you want me to do?” he asked you. “This job is yours– it should be yours. You’ve earned it.”

You sighed. “And I appreciate you saying that. Thing is, I’m not going to prove that by having you tell people. Only way it’s going to happen is if they see what I’m capable of, and if I leave New York for Malibu, they never will.”

“Did I ever tell you you’re very annoying when you make a valid point that goes against what I want?” Tony asked you.

“Frequently. All the time. Why do you think I enjoy doing it so much?”

“You know, I think I liked you better when you were just a stripper,” he said.

You stuck your tongue out at him through the video feed. “Yeah, well, whose fault is it that I’m not anymore?”

“You could always join my flight crew, if you ever wanted back on the pole,” he teased.

“Please,” you scoffed at the suggestion. “You call them dancers? They should be ashamed of themselves.”

“Hey now, what they lack in rhythm, they make up for in other… areas,” Tony smirked.

“Do you ever get tired of being a giant slut?” you asked affectionately.

“Not yet, but if I do, you’ll be the first to know.”

“Maybe second,” you told him.

“Whaddaya mean?”

“I don’t know– maybe you should tell Miss Potts first,” you grinned. You looked behind him to see the woman in question coming down the stairs through the glass door behind him. “Speaking of which, it’s her birthday today, so be nice.”

Tony’s eyes widened. “How the hell do you know that?” he asked you.

“I pay fucking attention, dumbass,” you said.

Pepper Potts entered the basement, talking on the phone. “You are supposed to be halfway around the world right now,” she said to Tony as she tapped something on her tablet.

“Hey, Pepper,” you called.

“(Y/N), hi,” the other woman said. “How’s the nomination going?”

You shrugged. “Oh, you know, just roadblocks from the patriarchy. No big deal.”

Pepper nodded understandingly at that.

“How’d she take it?” Tony asked Pepper, interrupting your conversation.

“Like a champ,” Pepper offered.

“Which translates to ‘like an obnoxious bitch,” you chuckled. Pepper winked at you over Tony’s shoulder. “You owe her a raise, Boss,” you told Tony.

“You give a raise,” Tony said. He directed his next words to Pepper: “Why are you trying to hustle me out of here?”

“Your flight was scheduled to leave an hour and a half ago,” she told him.

“That’s funny,” Tony said as he continued to play with the engine of the Roadster. “I thought with it being my plane and all, that it would just wait for me to get there.”

“This is the flight to Afghanistan?” you asked, and Pepper nodded at you.

“I mean,” Tony spoke over you, “doesn’t it defeat the whole purpose of having your own plane if it departs before you arrive?”

“Ignore him, Pepper,” you said, turning to face your computer monitor. “Tony, if you don’t get your ass to the airport right now, I’m going to hack into JARVIS’s system right now and swap all your playlists from metal to nineties bubblegum pop.”

“You wouldn’t.” Tony said, standing up and wiping his hands on a towel.

“Don’t test me, Boss,” you threatened. “This is a huge-ass contract.”

Inside Tony’s garage, the opening notes of Hanson’s MMMBop began to play.

“Fine, enough! You win, you tiny monster!’ Tony grunted, throwing his towel down.

You immediately cut the music. “Get on that plane,” you warned him. “I’ll know if you don’t.” You gave him a Look. “And Pepper, tell him to stop pulling your pigtails, okay?”

Pepper blushed, but she just nodded.

“Give Rhodey a hug for me,” you told Tony, “and let me know when you land, you absolute dipshit.” You disconnected the call.

“You know,” said Tony, turning back to Pepper, “sometimes I regret ever meeting that kid.”

Pepper smiled. “No, you don’t.”

Tony grinned at her. “No, no I don’t. Not even for a second. Now, about that Jackson Pollock painting…”

#Pocket MCU #Unwanted prequel

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sunnysideprincess · 7 months

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Last few days have been wild lol, had a cystectomy, finally met my cousin's husband and now people are asking me to get married and have a baby before "it's too late", so I wrote this instead of punching them

no actual cheating happens here

Steve Rogers is a respectable married man. But he's called in by Virginia Potts, told Tiberus Stone's husband needs a bodyguard and it's fine, he's fine. He can take the heat of a family known to sell weapons to death and destruction. Except the husband is Tony fucking Stark, a man who is so obviously trapped. A trophy for Tiberus like his mother was to his father. And while Stone gets to sleep around, Tony's kept on a chokehold by his own father, uncle and husband. He's a writhing chrysalis trying to evolve, trying to break free. And Steve is helplessly in love with those furious doe eyes looking at him with all the rage as he stops him from trying to sneak away. Again and again. But he is also in love with his husband for seven years. So there's nothing to be found here.

"It's for your own safety," he tries to tell Tony. But the man won't listen. He throws a punch, two. Accuses him for being his husband's spy. Steve assures him he's not. He tells him Miss Potts picked him. And that pulls Tony up short. Leeches the anger out and leaves sharp confusion instead.

"Pepper sent you?" And Steve is a respectable married man. But if those eyes don't stop looking at him with all the curious wonder of a predator, he doesn't know what would happen. All he knows is that he'll end up long buried.

There's a change. Where Tony's rage and struggle pulled Steve in like a depraved blackhole, his gentleness and wit tethers something inside Steve. Keeps him coming back. Tony is a genius. But he's not a psychopath like Stone, not a greedy bastard like Stane, not a businessman like his father. He has hopes and dreams that could save the world. He sees a future that's bright and green. And Steve is a respectable married man headed for ruin.

Steve tells Bucky he would be late. He tells him he's got priorities and his husband says nothing, just nods and kisses his cheek.

He should have known.

He finds Bucky beside James Rhodes, doned up in his Soldier regalia.

"I'm assigning Barnes to Tony's guard."

"We have Rogers."

"Well we've also got Ten Rings coming after him."

There's that. Even Howard Stark doesn't want his son dead. And though there's an ugly scowl on Stane's face he doesn't like, Steve is more worried about deciphering Bucky's blank stare and the gentle flex of his metal limb.

Things go differently this time around. Tony meets Bucky not with fury, but a gentle curiousity. Like he's trying to peek through the icy winds of a storm. He picks and prods at him like a cat sniffing a new scratch post. Asks about the arm. About the metal. About the joints. And the connectors. But never about how he lost the weighted piece of flesh in the first place.

Steve is torn between pulling them apart and asking Bucky to say something.

But Bucky has his back to him. And Tony's eyes are sharp as ever.

"You're lucky my Rhodeybear warned me about you. Or you would gotten the same treatment as him."

Steve can put it on paper. He won't even have to look to know Bucky's interest at that. He always loves it when someone shoves at Steve's immovable strength.

"I punched him. Twice," Tony explains, and like an automated machine Steve defends himself.

"It didn't hurt."

Bucky snorts, shakes his head and throws him a look which tucks the message home. We'll talk later.

"You came back all bruised like a peach."

"Oh," Tony breathes and then blushes. "Well, that's an image."

"I want him," he mourns to Bucky on the sparring mat. Once Bucky has beaten him senseless, gotten the rage of betrayal out of his system. Once Steve learns that he is a respectable married man. But he can learn to be not. "I want him for both of us."

It takes time. Bucky is wary. Skittish around this other guy.

There is Stane and his obvious displeasure. There is Ten Rings and their looming threat. There is Tony himself, pulling away, haunted by a sad, guilty shadow.

"I'm married. And so are you." There is that and more under. There is Stone and his pride. Bruises marking Tony's skin. There is rage boiling up inside Steve, checked by a cold press of Bucky's hand over his neck.

There is too much. And too little.

But when Bucky falls, Steve isn't there. He is trapped behind the rubble after someone blew up the building. He is trapped and worried about the old lady with him, calling for her son and her daughter, bleeding from her torso.

He isn't there. Yet when he gets home, Bucky is there with his fury and rage, his eyes dark and lips warm as he lunges at Steve.

"He's a fucking idiot," he snarls and Steve grins. "He's gonna get himself killed!"

After, Bucky tells him the story.

"He just fucking jumped in after the kid. Wearing a goddamn tom ford suit like it's armor. Ten Rings wanted him alive so of course they stopped shooting. Only saving grace is that I was there. Picked them off one by one."

"And now?"

"Fuck you, Rogers."

"You already did."

"Shut up. We gotta genius to save."

Now, Steve and Bucky are both respectable married men. But they are also known to be a little bit rotten on the inside.

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stevetonyweekly · 5 months

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SteveTony Weekly - The Best of 2023

We made it to the end of the year!! I read…a lot. A lot. According to my records, I read:

1300 fic

15million words

98% of that was SteveTony and narrowing that down to my favorite 10 was…a mission. Here you go--And I’d LOVE to hear what your favorite reads of the year was.

Trust Fall by Sineala

Tony needs someone who cares about him, bandages, a jacket, ibuprofen, dinner, a lasting romantic relationship, a nice time in bed, and assistance committing federal crimes. He gets them. In that order.

Gather Ye Rosebuds by lazywriter7

It isn’t like that, for many people. For them, love is the point: the axis around which everything else revolves, the destination at the end of a long, tumultuous journey. Realisation, confession, resolution. Happy ending. That’s how it goes. And love was a point in Tony Stark’s journey, except it came towards the beginning, rather than the end. The issue, instead of the solution.

He hasn’t been alone on the trip, of course. Steve’s been there: sometimes three steps behind, sometimes waiting up ahead by the turn of the road. They’ve sprinted and stumbled, sometimes stood still and refused to move on ahead, sometimes thought of turning away altogether.

Steve and Tony’s story began after they fell in love, and this is about how they fell in everything else.

a rose by any other name by meidui

“Just Steve,” he says quickly, softly, and his voice is music to Tony’s ears. “Please call me Steve.”

Tony can’t help but stare as it occurs to him that he should have prepared a proper greeting. What on earth is someone so young and pretty doing in an engagement like this?

There are a lot of things about Steve that make this arrangement easier than Tony thought it would be, but then there are a lot of things about him that complicate it, too.

Second Chance Lives by raeldaza

Tony's gonna die of palladium poisoning anyway, why not join a pointless expedition to recover Captain America’s body? And after, well, why not dedicate his last few months to making sure an American hero settles into his new life? What else is he going to do, get drunk at parties?

My Known Unknown by shetlandowl

That True Lies AU nobody asked for, set in a world where Stane Inc is the world's foremost weapons manufacturer, and Tony's employer.

I could lie tangent to your curves by RurouniHime

Steve is bodyguard to a prominent young socialite with too much genius on his hands... and who has taken an unfortunate shine to him.

Not a Breakup by Annie D (scaramouche)

Tony knew it was a bad idea to start sleeping with Steve. It could mess up team dynamics, make things even more awkward between them in the future, or just plain get in the way of their trying to save the world. Tony foresaw all of the above but not the advent of feelings, and at the most inopportune moment.

now I worship a celestial sun by haemodye

The thing that gets Tony the most is how long it takes him to notice.

Not Steve, or even the other Avengers, but Tony himself. It takes Tony almost two whole weeks to figure out that he’s unable to disobey a direct order from Steve, which just- what the hell is that? What happened to the days when he flew off the handle, unable to play well with others, a notorious wild card?

“God, don’t tell me I’m getting old and predictable,” he says, rubbing a hand over his forehead. And then, “Fuck.”

A mostly-comedic farce involving: 1 obedience spell, 2 pining Avengers, 1 long-suffering Sorcerer Supreme, and 1 single, extravagant Saint Patrick's Day float.

Can't Write One Song (That's Not About You) by FestiveFerret

Ten years ago, Tony fell in love with his roommate: funny, handsome, kind, smart Steve Rogers, who also happened to be the lead singer and guitarist of a band, The Howlies.

Then The Howlies made it big, Steve moved away, and Tony vowed to avoid any mention of the band, their songs, and the man he missed his chance with.

But chance has a way of giving you exactly what you need, even if you don't know it yet...

[Podfic of] When The Lights Go On Again by Dr_Fumbles_McStupid, kalakirya, KD reads (KDHeart), lattice_frames, lavenderfrost, miss_marina95, Opalsong, paraka, Superstitiousme, vassalady

Aliens have invaded earth, and the Avengers are scattered. While Steve leads the resistance, Tony once again finds himself playing captive scientist. In the midst of a violent alien regime, separated by seemingly insurmountable boundaries, Steve and Tony have nothing to keep themselves going but each other.

#stevetony weekly #steve rogers #tony stark #stevetony #stony #iron man #captain america #stevetony fic #stony fic

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d3k4z-bl00d · 24 days

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"I miss you more than anything."

Paring

Soap x gn reader

Warning

Part 2, angst, no gore details, reader dies, soap kissed ur cheek like once, made to rewrite MWIII, Makarov is readers brother, but reader is in the TF141, price is swichted with soap when he was supossed to die, maybe part 1?, i wrote this while listening to babymetal, and in class

Summary

Soap got saved by you. At what costs?

No.

Thats what played in soap mind as he crawled over to you. Holding your body like its delicate glass about to break, he laid his head to your heart.

Silence.

Still, he tried to cover your wound with hs jacket. Before Price grabbed his shoulder gently, shaking his head when Soap looked up at him. He slumped and tried to hold back his tears. I mean, hes still a soldier afterall.

how did this even happen?

Makarov, your own blood. Stood infront of your dearest. Soap. Your hands were already covered in the blood from tens of Konni soldiers. Without thinking your grabbed your pocket knife strapped to your thigh (since your gun was thrown away when you were fighting off a Konni soldier.) You lounged at your brother. He held your hand holding your knife back, your other holding your weight up. Untill a soldier pointed his gun and fired. Soap tackeled at shot them himself. But the damage was already done. When soap looked back he saw that Makarov already threw you off himself and ran.

He put his hand on your stomach. Not caring about the blood staning his hands. He grabbed your dog tags and gently undid the chain. he stuffed it in his pocket and laid one last kiss on your almost warm cheek. He stood up and wachted as the medics wheeled you away into the medic truck. Price gave an reasuring rub on his shoulder and walked away to give him some space.

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gunsandspaceships · 2 months

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How do you watch movies?

Ok, let’s get back to my specialty – the sad stuff.

My ex-boyfriend used to watch them like this: he could turn on the TV and watch a scene from the middle of a movie. Later, he might come across the same movie and watch the end of it. After that, he could decide to watch the whole movie from the beginning, watch half an hour, and decide that he had already seen the whole thing. What could he understand there?

There seem to be a lot of people doing something similar. Perhaps they saw something but completely missed the point.

Yesterday I stumbled upon an anti-Tony post here, on Tumblr, where its author didn’t notice the whole antagonist of the first Iron Man movie. The author states about Tony “He created and built and sold weapons to both the US government and its enemies (Let us also bring attention to the blatant islamophobia and the Pro US imperialist propaganda in these movies), making him a war criminal and guilty of treason”.

I’ll write about “the blatant islamophobia and the Pro US imperialist propaganda in these movies” in a separate post. The author missed the point of the entire Iron Man trilogy, so it looks like there's a lot to talk about.

But now I introduce to you Obadiah Stane, also known as Iron Monger. The villain of the Iron Man (2008).

This is the guy who sold weapons to “US enemies” on the black market. Including the terrorist group The Ten Rings, hired to kill Tony, whose business ethics were mentioned in the same movie, and were also a nuisance to Stane’s business.

Tony was never a war criminal and never sold anything to “bad guys”.

Knowing nothing about the character, having missed everything he did and everything that happened to him, the author says such dirty things about him and accuses him of what he did not do, which is directly stated in the original sources.

If Tony were a real person, or the author were a fictional character “living” in the MCU, these statements could be regarded as slander against him, which actually would make the author of the post a criminal.

P.S. I just found out that the OP was deleted. What a shame. Well, perhaps the author finally found time to watch the movie.

#tony stark #iron man #mcu #marvel #avengers age of ultron #obadiah stane #defamation

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zorasthoughts · 4 months

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narratives in the a good girl's guide murder trilogy

i should be writing my dissertation, but instead i'm writing this. i was rereading good girl, bad blood recently and thinking about how narratives were a major theme in that book, but then i thought about it some more and i was like, oh, they're actually in all the books. they're everywhere. major spoilers for all three books under the cut.

a good girl's guide to murder: first of all, there's the fact that at the start of the first book, the first thing we read is that pip's project is supposedly going to investigate media narratives in missing persons cases, and we do get a look at different narratives, especially surrounding sal.

pip interviews max hastings and elliot ward, two people who try to discourage her investigation and promote the accepted narrative, but they do both acknowledge that it doesn't align with the sal that they knew. there's also stanely forbes, who pip calls out for being racist and vitriolic towards sal and his family in the news.

as well as the negative acounts though, there are more positive accounts from people about sal being friendly and kind. naomi ward knows that sal couldn't have been responsible for andie's death, and although she doesn't initially tell pip why, she entirely rejects the idea that he could be a killer. when nat da silva meets ravi, she tells him that she remembers sal offering to help her at lunch with schoolwork. when ravi asks pip why she's so invested in the project, she tells him her memories of sal, a big brother figure who taught her how to flip pancakes and let her and cara watch a 15 movie when they were 12, who scared off her bullies and gave her a kitkat to cheer her up. pip says that to her, sal was a hero. finally, at the end of the book, there's the moment when pip invites ravi on stage to talk about his brother, to rewrite the narrative.

on the flip side, we learn that andie didn't fit the golden-girl narrative that she was given. yes, she was pretty and popular, but she sold drugs, she was emotionally manipulative and mean to her closest friends and younger sister, and bullied classmates (nat). more on andie later.

good girl, bad blood: the beauty of the agggtm trilogy is the way the themes continue to develop with each book. narratives are everywhere in this book. pip releases a podcast about the andie/sal case because all the news and media outlets were reporting on it with certain angles, to fit their own narratives. we learn max hastings is on trial, and has been presenting himself in court with suits, handsome/messy hair, and glasses, and that his mother talked about him having leukemia as a child, to create a sympathetic narrative.

when jamie reynolds goes missing, pip does another season of the podcast to help connor and his family find him, but it proves difficult, and she gets accused of orchestrating the disappearance, since connor is one of her friends. by unfortunate coincidence, an article speculating about pip faking it all comes out around the time that max hastings is declared innocent, which doubles down on the idea that what pip is saying is not the truth.

we learn that what leads to jamie's disappearance is connected to "layla mead" and the narrative that jamie believed: that she was sick, had a controlling father, etc. and need his help.

now, the main thing that i'd been thinking about that started this whole post: charlie green, child brunswick, and pip. for charlie green, stanley forbes (child brunswick) caused his sister's death, broke up his family, is responsible for every hardship that befell him. for charlie green, stanley/child brunswick is a monster that's been haunting him since childhood.

pip, however, is able to see that stanley himself was also a child, who had been forced to do the things he did. charlie green can't see that though, and shoots stanley, causing a death that will haunt another young person for the rest of their life.

stanley was always a monster in the story of charlie's life, but in his quest for revenge, charlie became a monster in the story of pip's life.

at the funeral, pip tries to eulogise stanley, saying that he did his best to protect pip, even while his life was being threatened. she doesn't get to finish though, because a crowd of angry locals come by to protest against stanley's burial in little kilton, including people that had known and been friends with him. stanley's life (and, in this context i'm talking about the person who lived with the identity of stanley forbes, the guy who was trying to be better) is overshadowed by his death, and the revelation of his youth as child brunswick. in the aftermath, jamie comforts pip, sharing his own memories of stanley, who was scared after jamie attacked him, but tried to be kind anyway.

as good as dead: a tough time to be pippa fitz-amobi. the narratives are against her now: max is suing pip for libel after she made a post online that contradicts the jury and their ruling that max is innocent. people online, and in her town, have turned against her after the events of good girl, bad blood, specifically because of her sympathy towards the deceased stanley forbes. oh, and she has a stalker, except the police don't believe her: di hawkins chalks everything up to pip's trauma (and yes, she does have a shedload of trauma, but he dismissed her way too easily).

pip's research, which puts her on the trail of the dt killer, brings forth new revelations. she meets with harriet hunter, the younger sister of one of the dt killer's victims, who tells pip that she knew andie bell, and describes andie as being kind and sympathetic, and above all, a true friend. after their meeting, pip gets into andie's secret email account that andie used to contact harriet secretly, and we get to read her unsent email, which reveals that andie knew who the dt killer was, and how scared she was, and how much she was determined to protect becca. a far cry from the figure of the mean-girl bully that we had in the first book. (andie is a complex character, but i'm not getting into all of that here because this post is about narratives.)

after pip murders the dt killer (jason bell), she then masterminds her way out by creating alibis for herself and everyone who helps her. how? she reframes the narrative, of course. manipulates the time of death so that it seems later, so that at the supposed time of death, pip, ravi, and all their friends are out in public places, then plants a trail of fake evidence to frame max. when the news comes out about jason bell's murder, pip takes control of the narrative again by announcing that she's going to investigate it on her podcast (a podcast she started because she disappeared with other people's narratives), and nudging the police in the direction that she wants them to follow.

wow, this was long. i'd probably find even more to talk about if i left it long enough, but i'm going to wrap up here. will probably be making more, extremely long literary analysis posts about this series, because holly jackson is a genius and i will never be done talking about her.

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lizzie-is-here · 2 years

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just got emotionally fucking annihilated by wakanda forever

but i also wanna talk about it! warning for spoilers and general rambling below 👇

ok, let’s start with parallels CAUSE THERE WERE SO MANY

first off, the comparison of shuri and killmonger 👀

it really does make sense, especially when you think ab how they both “go against” tradition, rejecting the standards. t’challa (rip ilysm) still wanted to please the elders, even if he had more progressive ideas (ie: sandals for his first day

also i’m so fucking glad they didn’t try to cgi chadwick in. it would’ve felt disrespectful and i think it was handled beautifully

her sparing namor the same way t’challa spared those he fought (saving zemo, helping bucky, trying to help killmonger)

the dialogue callbacks bro. fuckin “show him who you are,” had me sobbing. “vengeance is consuming us” babes, shuri, i’m crying.

her being angered by loss and snapping at nakia like t’challa snapped at zuri when he realized killmonger’s identity

also i absolutely love riri. i was a bit apprehensive going in, but i think they executed her well without just making her a replacement for tony. that being said, he would absolutely adore her

the parallel of her going too high and running out of oxygen and later turning it on namor in the same way mirrors tony’s suit frosting over and doing the same to stane 😭

the silent flashes of t’challa took my breath away. the silence really compounded just how empty and quiet their grief is.

seeing shuri try so hard in the opening and not even being able to say goodbye was so sad, and you can see her thoughts racing later on when she successfully synthesizes the heart-shaped herb. it’s a sort of “what if i’d thought of this earlier?” “who would still be alive?” “how could i have missed this?” sort of feeing

onto details!

the new black panther suit is stunning 🤩 the gold and silver details along with the dots that almost look like pearls, mirroring the ones she wears at the funerals? it shows that even if she is the leader of wakanda now, she’s still very young, still grieving her many losses

the tech and ai has really been amped up. shuri’s ai and her different interfaces looked amazing. also the ai (who i think is grio but i couldn’t tell) reminds me of jarvis. mainly in the orange blob department

the dora milaje looked stunning as ever, and seeing some new tech for them was exciting

THE VIBRANIUM THAT MELTED INTO THE CARS ALSKDKDKFKLDDK OBSESSED TONY WOULDVE LOVED THAT SHIT

talokan was gorgeous, even if it did violently trigger my thalassophobia

ummm everett and valentina being married (well, divorced) was a plot point i was not expecting. hope to see him in the thunderbolts tho he’s very slay

fucking 👏 t’challa 👏 junior 👏

i broke down right then and there

took me right out

i won’t lie the people of talokan gave me avatar vibes but i did like the touch of them having siren-like voices.

also namora was pretty so that’s a win

ok i get that it’s a movie. but realistically, i’d they’re fighting this massive underwater force, why not just call any other super powered avenger????

like for movie’s sake yeah it’s all fine but like if i were in the mcu living that shit i’d be like “let’s just call thor. have him like electrocute the water. or doctor strange. he did that cool water thing in endgame that had literally no purpose except to give him screen time. or wanda, we all know she ain’t really dead bffr”

AYO IS GENERAL NOW??? I LOVE OKOYE BUT THATS A SLAY

ALSO SHES GAY??????

I SAW THAT KISS AT THE END 👀👀👀👀

man i love m’baku so much. he’s just. ugh

ok in better terms, i think i like him so much because he is first presented as a chad, almost. he’s strong, a bit dumb, and leads the isolated tribe.

but then you interact w him and find out he’s incredibly emotionally empathetic and kind, and reaches out to shuri as a helping hand, a person to lean on.

i just really appreciate him okay 🥺😭

overall, stunning. 10/10, fifth time in a row that marvel’s made me cry at one of their movies.

aka black widow (bc yelena and the ending), shang-chi (bc gotdamn let me cry ab the chinese representation), no way home (cause duh), love and thunder (BC HE ADOPTED HER BITCH WHAT) and now this

stunning, showstopping, say what you will about marvel but damn they know how to make me cry

#marvel #avengers #wakanda forever #black panther #black panther wakanda forever #black panther: wakanda forever #shuri black panther #princess shuri #queen ramonda #mcu namor #nakia #t’challa #shuri udaku #chadwick boseman #rip chadwick boseman #letitia wright #lupita nyong'o #wakanda forever spoilers

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marvelstarker-mha98 · 7 months

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The Runaway Distance Life Of A Little Stark chapter 26: Coping Mechanisms

Pairing: Tony Stark & daughter!Reader, Tony stark x Pepper Potts & Reader, Happy Hogan, Tony Stark & Reader, Rhodey, tony stark & Reader, Bruce banner, reader & tony stark, Dr. cho, Tony Stark & reader, Sam Wilson & Steve rogers, Clint barton x Laura Barton & his kids, Natasha romanoff, Tony x Madeline (past), Tony Stark, Obadiah Stane (past) & Reader Summary: How Tony copes with his daughter's eader's death Warning: Death, Dreams and past Co author with: callikc Tag: @venomsvl @geeksareunique The recovery room was haunting.

The ambience was uncomfortable, the lights on and yet too dark, the flatline of the machine shattering the silence. But it wasn't the only thing.

The room was filled with Tony's sobs as he cradled your lifeless body. It was the worst anyone had ever seen him, pleading for you to wake up. It wasn't fair that he had so much time with you during your childhood and yet he barely knew anything. He didn't even know your favorite color or your favorite foods, he didn't know a single thing.

People say that losing someone you love when you know everything about them is the worst thing, but really it was losing someone when you knew nothing. It filled a person with regret and guilt and left them wishing they could do anything to bring someone back.

Tony would've traded his life in a second to swap places. He'd accept his redeemer even if it meant he'd only see your face for one more second. It wasn't fair.

"Please, babygirl." He whispered, rocking back and forth. "Come on, you don't deserve this. Wake up."

Dr. Cho and the others had come in by that time, their faces racked with sorrow and sadness at the scene before them.

"You're strong. You're strong, (Y/n), you're gonna make it."

Pepper was at Tony's side in an instant, her cheeks wet with tears as she hugged him from the side, trying to offer what comfort she could.

"No." His voice was breaking as he cried harder. "No. No, come on. Come back, sweetheart."

Rhodey joined them also, his eyes shut tight so he wouldn't have to see your body.

"S-She's gone." Tony mumbled, trembling.

"I know." Pepper said, kissing the top of his head. "I know..."

He looked up at her, utterly heartbroken. "What do I do? I-I don't know what to do."

Dr. Cho came forward, her movements hesitant. "Let me take her. I'll look after her."

It took him a while to process what she was saying but with reassurance from Pepper he very reluctantly laid your body back on the bed. Dr. Cho offered a gentle and sad smile as she carefully reached for the blanket, pulling it over your face and hiding the body from view.

Even that simple action was too much for him and he turned back to Pepper and Rhodey, crying in their arms once again. Happy watched with a vexing emotion of moral culpability hanging over him as Bruce bowed his head in respect.

Clint had been watching everything from behind the room's window and turned away after finding himself saddened. Whether it was seeing his friends hurting, the loss of you, or just the general aura of the moment getting to him, he couldn't wait there much longer.

He walked to the end of the corridor and thought for a moment before taking out his phone. He sent a quick message to Fury about what had happened before going to his other contacts until he found a familiar name.

He pressed the call button and waited for a moment until the line picked up.

"Hey, babe." Laura's sweet voice answered.

Clint relaxed significantly after hearing her voice. "Hey."

"What's up? Everything okay?"

There was a slight crack in his voice as he replied. "Yeah, I'm good. How are you? How are the kids?"

"They're doing great, they miss you, though."

"I know. I'll try to visit again soon. Work's just... Busy."

There was a pause and he could practically see her frowning on the other side of the phone.

"Are you sure you're okay?"

Clint looked down at his feet and wasn't really sure about how to answer. It was strange how you hadn't spent much time together and yet he felt like he'd known you for ages.

"We lost someone today." He admitted. "She was special to a friend of mine. Meant a lot to him."

"Oh, honey, I'm so sorry." Laura said with genuine remorse. "Did you know her well?"

"A little. She was exactly like him so it was easy to just talk, you know?"

"Yeah. When did it happen?"

"Today, it... It was expected, but... But still sudden."

Just then he heard the sounds of his kids. It sounded like they were arguing over something because he heard Lila claiming that something Cooper took was hers.

"Hey, can I talk to the kids?" He asked softly. "It'll be nice to hear them."

"Of course." Laura said. "Hold on."

She called for Lila and Cooper and after a brief rustling sound, he heard their voices.

"Dad, are you there?"

"Daddy!"

Already Clint was smiling again. "Hey, trouble."

"We miss you." Lila said. "When are you coming home?"

"Soon, I promise. It's just been a rough couple of days."

"Can we make it better?"

"I'm sure you can, kiddo. Tell me what's been going on."

"You'll never guess what happened at school." Cooper said. "It started when that quiet kid at the back of French finally snapped."

Clint chuckled. "Go on. What happened?"

Two days had passed since the big fiasco in New York and DC.

Sam Wilson was sitting in Steve's hospital room, still waiting for him to wake up. He was making a good recovery thanks to the whole super soldier thing but it didn't make the days any easier.

Sam was dozing off now as the Trouble Man soundtrack played from his phone. He was exhausted and hadn't really eaten much due to the anxiety of everything.

"On your left."

He woke with a light startle, turning his head to see that Steve was finally awake.

"Sleeping Beauty rises." He teased, relieved.

Steve managed a laugh and they shared a smile.

"What happened?" He asked.

Sam shrugged lightly. "A lot."

"Got any specifics?"

"Well, you've been out two days. It's mostly just the cleanups."

The final events started coming back to Steve in flashes.

"Where's Bucky?" He asked eagerly.

Sam looked away for a moment. "He disappeared. When we found you at the Potomac there was no sign of him. He saved your life, though."

Steve nodded but he was also disappointed. To be so close to his best friend after all these years only to have him taken away was worse than any of the injuries he was currently suffering from. He was hopeful, on the other hand, because Bucky had saved his life. It meant that even though he was a slave to HYDRA, he held some semblance of the past.

"What happened to SHIELD?" He then asked. "Fury? Nat?"

"They're okay. They're hiding." Sam reassured him. "As for SHIELD? It's messy. We lost a lot of good people. Too many of them. The Triskelion is a bunch of rubble and they're still searching."

"The Triskelion." He remembered what happened after he revealed the truth. "What... What happened to Ellen? (Y/n)? Did she get the scepter out?"

"That's an even longer story." Sam joked.

Steve shrugged. "I'm not going anywhere."

"Good point." He thought about how best to describe the events before continuing to explain. "I talked to her before the building collapsed, she said she was going to find Stark, and disappeared in this fancy ass car."

He trailed off and Steve noticed that he looked conflicted. "Did she do it?"

"Sort of. She got to New York, saw Stark again, but there was some kind of shooting. They haven't released much, but (Y/n) didn't make it. It was fatal. She died the same day. The scepter is missing as far as I know."

Steve didn't say anything, trying to understand in silence. He had no idea what those who knew the real you were feeling but he did know it was in no way easy to deal with these things.

"How's Tony handling it?" He asked quietly.

Sam shook his head. "It's not good."

Another two days passed.

Natasha had volunteered herself to explain the course of events that had unfolded at the Triskelion. She was doing so in front of the senate committee, their judging selves and poisoned views desperate to find a way to incriminate anyone but themselves.

"Why haven't we yet heard from Captain Rogers?" One of the committee asked.

Natasha, her arms crossed, shrugged lightly. "I don't know what there is left for him to say. I think the wreck in the middle of the Potomac made his point fairly eloquently."

"Well, he could explain how this country is expected to maintain its national security now that he and you have laid waste to our intelligence apparatus."

"HYDRA was selling you lies, not intelligence."

"Many of which you seemed to have had a personal hand in telling. And there are other concerns."

"Such as?"

"The fiasco that occurred in New York City mere hours after the Triskelion fell. The shooting involving the Starks."

Her jaw clenched. "I fail to see what concern that is of yours."

"The damage was exponential, Agent Romanoff. We want to know if Tony Stark, your fellow Avenger, will be paying for it since it occurred at his tower. Furthermore, we haven't heard from him either."

"Mr. Stark is not available at this moment because he's mourning the loss of his daughter."

"I still don't-"

"He needs time." She told them defiantly. "Do you have children?"

The committee member who had done all the speaking so far finally shut up, sharing a glance with the rest of the men.

Eventually, he spoke up again. "I have a son, yes."

Natasha nodded. "Now imagine if you lost your son. Don't you think you would want some time to grieve before being forced to explain every little detail to the press despite it being no concern of theirs?" Another member of the committee leaned forward. "Agent, you should know that there are some on this committee who feel, given your service record, both for this country and against it, that you belong in a penitentiary. Not mouthing off on Capitol Hill." She remained emotionless as she replied.

"You're not going to put me in a prison." She stated. "You're not going to put any of us in a prison. You know why?"

"Do enlighten us." The first member chimed in again.

"Because you need us. Yes, the world is a vulnerable place, and yes, we help make it that way. But we're also the ones best qualified to defend it. So, if you want to arrest me, arrest me. You'll know where to find me."

After basically telling the government to kiss her ass, Natasha rose from her seat and left the room. The overlapping questions and camera flashes from the reporters followed her all the way to the exit.

Although she wasn't exactly Tony's best friend, she couldn't help but hope he was okay.

That same day, back in New York, Tony was still in the recovery room you had died in.

He hadn't moved, barely ate or drank, and hadn't been able to say a word since they took you away. His eyes were red from the tears he had spared for your loss and it was only with the help of a minor sedative that he managed to get any sleep at all.

Pepper had stayed with him every day and every night, coaxing him into eating and drinking so he wouldn't waste away into nothing. She was trying to let herself mourn you quietly so she could be there for Tony instead. She couldn't even begin to imagine the pain he was feeling.

Tony himself was pretty much still passed out from the effects of the sedative. He needed it after an outburst when the funeral director arrived.

The funeral director organizing your last rites was a close friend of Stark Industries.

That same day they had taken your body to clean you up and keep your body in a visibly comforting state while the funeral preparations were to be made.

Tony wasn't himself, acting out of character as the angry stage of grief took its toll on his mind.

"What if they hurt her?" He was asking, his head running wild with irrational possibilities. "What if they don't take care of her properly? What if they're the same ones who wanted her dead? What if I never see her again?"

"Tony-" Rhodey interrupted, holding him steady. "Hey, man, they're not gonna hurt her, okay?"

"But we don't know them!"

"Yes, we do. Pepper called them, remember? She knows what she's doing."

"They aren't the bad guys." Happy said. "They're just going to clean her up, alright? They're here to keep her safe while we... While we make arrangements."

"No!" Tony continued to argue, ready to march over and take you back.

Pepper stepped in front of him and took his hands in her own before he could do something he regretted.

"Tony, look at me." She begged. "Please, come on."

He stared at the small group wheeling your covered body away and closed his eyes tightly when he couldn't bear it any more.

"You're angry, I know." Pepper said softly. "But you haven't slept in days. And you're still injured. You need a break. She's gone and we need to-"

"She's not gone!" He snapped, vision slowly getting more blurry as tears built up yet again. "She's... She's not. Okay? She's just... She's okay! But we can't let them hurt her! What if I never see her again, Pep?! What if they-"

While he went on another tangent about all the negative possibilities, Rhodey looked over his shoulder and reluctantly nodded to Dr. Cho. Tony didn't know what was happening until he felt a slight prick at his neck.

Dr. Cho pulled back the needle, apologizing quietly as Tony stumbled backwards and felt a drowsiness overtake him. Happy, Rhodey, and Bruce worked together to keep him upright as he almost collapsed again.

Pepper looked at Dr. Cho, confused and surprised. "What's that?"

"Lorazepam and some others." Dr. Cho answered, placing the needle in the sink. "It's a healthy dose."

"It's not dangerous." Bruce quickly added, seeing the look of horror on Pepper's features. "It's a benzodiazepine, used most frequently for anxiety, insomnia, and severe agitation."

"It'll take effect over the next few hours, give Tony time to heal."

As Rhodey and Happy half-walked and half-carried Tony to the empty bed, Pepper watched with torn feelings. She knew it was best in the end, but it didn't mean she had to like it.

Back in the present, Tony was whimpering your name in his sleep.

Pepper held his hand and rubbed soothing shapes on the back in an attempt to keep him calm. It wasn't much, but it was the best she could do at that time.

"Oh, Tony..." She whispered, kissing the top of his head.

Happy stood in the corner of the room as his regrets kept leaving him in doubt. He was still stuck in the mindset that if he had just told someone the truth about you, he could have somehow prevented all of this and saved your life. Perhaps part of him knew that the outcome was inevitable, but he didn't want to believe it.

Rhodey walked in soon enough with a guilty look on his face. "Hey."

Pepper looked over. "Hi. Is everything okay?"

He nodded, although it seemed to pain him emotionally. "I have to go. They want me in Washington for a conference. I wish I could stay, but-"

"No, it's okay. I understand. Do what you have to."

"You sure?"

"Yeah. We'll be alright."

"Okay." He glanced at Tony for a moment. "I'll be back for the funeral. Just let me know."

Pepper nodded that time. "Of course."

"Keep me updated on him. He's not gonna be the same. He hasn't been like this since his parents' accident."

If Rhodey had the option to stay without receiving severe backlash for it, he would have done so with no hesitation. Unfortunately, his superiors weren't the most lenient kind of people. He wanted to do more.

"It's worse." Pepper admitted, looking back at Tony. "Bruce said the Lorazepam will help keep him calm but I don't know."

Tony was dreaming.

While some dream the most brilliant and confusing and random of things, he was stuck in flashbacks, reliving twisted versions of memories he had. One such dream was when he held you for the first time.

Unlike you had been led to believe, Tony's relationship with your mother wasn't just a one night stand of drunken improv. They had known each other for years, and had been friends with benefits the entire time.

Madeline was her name, and she was absolutely gorgeous in Tony's eyes. Her eyes were electric in color and her hair perfectly styled even as she lay in the hospital bed, weak and defeated. He was, however, unaware that his close friend - Obadiah Stane - vehemently opposed the relationship between him and Madeline. In fact, Stane had even gone as far as to threaten to destroy Madeline's life if she didn't give up the baby because it would simply ruin Tony's image.

But Madeline would never. She loved Tony, and she loved her baby even more. As she watched Tony stare at you in awe, she couldn't help smiling too.

She knew she didn't have long left. There was a hemorrhage after the delivery and she had lost too much blood. She didn't know how long, but she knew it wasn't enough to say all she wanted to say.

"She's beautiful." She said.

Tony couldn't look away from you, laughing to himself as you tried to grab his entire hand with your tiny little fist.

"She's perfect." He said.

Madeline struggled to raise her arm enough to brush down some of your hair which was already as messy as your dad's.

"She'll do great things." She said. "She is going to be amazing, especially with a dad as awesome as you."

Tony, who also knew that they didn't have long together, struggled to meet her eyes. "You're the awesome one, Mads."

"No... It's all you." Madeline confessed, looking down. "I want you to raise her right. Keep her safe and love her as much as you love yourself. And give her this."

She struggled to remove a necklace that hung over her chest. When she finally managed it, she placed it in the hand that wasn't holding your head.

"This has been in my family for years. Centuries, even. It's an old thing, but it's as much hers as it is mine. As soon as she's old enough, let her wear it."

"I promise." He said.

Tony was filled with regret and guilt as he watched the scene play out in his mind. He hadn't thought about Madeline in over a decade. In fact, the ever more frequent one night stands were his coping mechanism in getting over her loss. He had never fulfilled the promise he made to her that day and it haunted him now, like a swift vengeance or karma.

The next dream/memory he found himself watching all over again was about five years later.

He was discussing a new weapon with Stane when all of a sudden a tiny girl - you - had burst through the doors with a big, stupid grin on your face.

"Daddy!" You exclaimed, clutching a stuffed bear close to your chest. "Can we play?"

Stane looked less than amused and Tony pinched the bridge of his nose, annoyed.

"Happy!" He called.

He waited until his bodyguard ran into the room with a bright red face. He was breathless, scanning the room for a possible threat until suddenly his eyes landed on you. You just smiled innocently and giggled at the state of him.

"Get her out." Tony ordered.

"But Da-" You said with a frown.

"Now, Happy."

"Yes, sir." Happy nodded, scooping you up into his arms. "Come on, rascal."

"Keep her on a leash or something." Tony added. "I'll be out in five."

"I only wanted to play." You mumbled, tearing up in confusion.

"It's okay, kid." Happy said as he carried you into the hallway. "He's a little busy, but your dad can play later."

"Promise?"

"Pinky. And afterwards we can get you ice cream. How does that sound?"

Your eyes lit up again and you nodded feverishly, hugging him. "Yes!"

The modern Tony watched painfully as a few minutes later his younger self came out and started yelling at you for interrupting. He said his meetings were more important than a child's play time. He was wrong. He should've known that every second with you was the most precious of his life.

He should have known that back then he was just doing what his own father did to him. He should have known how it made a child feel, how it hurt them. He also hated how much Stane was involved in your lives. If he had known back then what the bastard would go on to do, he probably would have killed him years early.

Another dream.

A few years later.

You were about thirteen or fourteen now, and eagerly going on about your latest collection of A+ scores. Tony back then hadn't been at all interested, far more focused on working away in his lab than listening to you talk about school.

"I'm busy, (Y/n)." He stated, not even bothering to look up. "Tell me later."

Your smile had dropped. "But you always say that."

"And you always fail to listen."

"Because later never comes."

"Life is full of disappointments, kid."

And that was it on the matter.

You looked down at the brilliant test scores and noticed your hand shaking in anger and annoyance. You worked hard to try and give him something to be proud of but it was for nothing. He didn't care.

Present Tony hated himself as he watched the anger in your eyes be replaced with hurt. He was proud, he always had been, but he was too stupid to show it. Would it have killed him to just once say it aloud for you?

The next memory was even more painful.

The day he left for Afghanistan.

"Shouldn't you say goodbye to (Y/n)?" Pepper asked.

"Just tell her I'll be back eventually." He had said in response.

That hurt like a punch to the gut. Why didn't he say goodbye?

"Tony, she's your daughter."

"I'm aware."

"Don't you think-"

"Trust me, she knows how to look after herself. She'll survive a day or two alone."

Tony watched his past self leave and slam the door. The only difference to this point of view was that he could see your sixteen-year-old self hiding behind the wall upstairs.

You had heard it all.

The next moment threw Tony off completely.

It wasn't his memory, but one of your own. He watched you march into Stark Industries, the perfect embodiment of poise and determination, and threaten your way past security guards. He couldn't help laughing as you waltzed on past them and into one of the offices.

Stane's office.

The smile dropped from his face as he watched the scene unfold. He had no idea you were so worried. He didn't realize that even after years of resentment, you cared enough to try and find out if he was okay even back then. It made it all the more painful as he watched Stane snap and threaten you.

"No!" He yelled.

His voice sounded like nothing but an echo as he ran forward to intervene, only to hit an invisible wall or window that blocked him.

"And who's going to believe you?" Obadiah growled as he pinned you against the wall. "It's the word of Tony's mistake against his best friend. Who do you think the media will flock to?"

"Don't listen to him!" Tony begged, hitting the invisible window with all the strength he could muster. "(Y/n)!"

"You can't do this!" You yelled, oblivious to the shouts.

Obadiah tightened his grip. "If you tell anyone about this, I'll kill you. If you don't do what I say, I'll sell you off. You won't be able to walk out of these doors fast enough to save your life."

"Get your damn hands off of her!" Tony warned, only for his warnings to fall on deaf ears.

"You can't do this." You gasped out when Obadiah finally let you go.

Obadiah looked down at you, not a hint of sympathy in his voice. "You won't tell anyone. You won't go to the police, or Ms. Potts. Or Rhodes. You will shut up and go home or I will find a way to get rid of you."

"No!" Tony repeated, hitting harder. "No, (Y/n)! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

He watched helplessly as you turned tail and ran through the office door in tears. He tried calling your name and then threatening Obadiah again but he was merely a spectator, his words and actions meaningless.

He slid against the invisible barrier until he was on the floor, regretting pretty much every life choice he ever made.

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The Blonde Boy - Part 1

Tate Langdon x Reader

Ok so this is going to be my first fic, so bear with me 😂. I will try my best for it to be good and spicy obviously, this first chapter is more of an introduction though.

I hope you like it xx

(Note: When from Tate’s POV, it will be indicated with “Tate’s POV”)

Word count: 1.1k

It was October 1st in the afternoon when we arrived at 1120 Westchester Place, California, our new home.

Being in my senior year, I was really opposed to leave all of my childhood friends and enviroment behind, getting into the unkown. But all of my efforts trying to convince my parents to stay were in vain, in the end, here we are, no?

Getting out of the car I take a look around me, seeing that big house stand tall and intimidating. It was beautiful, yet it irradiated loneliness and mystery. Taking my headphones off I hurried to get my backback out of the back of the car while my parents waited for the 2 trucks with all of our stuff that were following us.

I started walking towards the entrance of the house, the door already opened by my dad once we got here. It was kind of cold, but that was okay, I liked the cold.

Looking around, it was the perfect victorian style-house I actually dreamed about when picturing my life in the future.

Walking up the stairs I was looking for what would be my new bedroom. Since I was forced to come I will take the biggest room for myself, of course.

Finding the room, I put my bag down on the side while exploring my new space. Looking out of the window, the trucks had arrived.

It will take us a while setting everything up, but my guess is with the neurotic of my mother it will be done in no time, that’s for sure. Now I just need to set myself in, that will be a different challenge.

I at least had the weekend to relax and prepare myself mentally to start the new high school. I knew already it will be torture. The school year has already started, everyone will have their circle by now, and coming in as a new student, an intruder, is always difficult. But I will make it, it’s only for a year and it’s done.

- Y/N! Dinner is here, get down! - My mother calls me from below.

I stopped my series and stood up, it was already 9 p.m., and the sun had gone down. I looked out through the window again, and to my surprise, there was a boy staning on the yard. I spent what felt like minutes staring at him in confusion, but in reality only lasted a few instances.

- Y/N! Get down now, the food is going to get cold! - I hear my mother once again, instinctively shifting my head towards my door.

- I’m coming! - I shout back.

But when I turned my head back to the window, that boy was gone.

“It must’ve been my imagination” I think to myself and get my slippers on, making my way down to the living room where my parents were waiting with pizza.

Once we finished we just put on a movie and stayed silent for the next hour and a half, not paying much attention to the movie or the people around us, all three of us in our own little bubble.

My mother was always very strict when it comes to…everything in life. The place where she is has to be spotless, everything has to be in order, or she will freak out.

Talking about sex or feelings was also another taboo in our household, at least when it comes to mumsie, so everything I learned hat to be through porn and reading, which admittedly wasnt the best references.

The movie ended and I decided to go back upstairs, saying good night. I still had loads of stuff to unpack anyway and I was tired.

My dad on the other hand is the complete opposite. He is fun and easygoing. I am definetly a daddy’s girl. I can talk freely with him, as long as my mother isn’t around to hear, we even smoke some joints sometimes, even though it’s not correct, it is something fun to do with him, our little secret.

I got up and put my pj’s on, consisting really of just some grey sweatpants and a loose red t-shirt that belonged to my best friend Ian, the baddest bitch around. I missed him a lot already.

I shook my head trying to get rid of those thoughts and put my headphones back on to listen to some music while unpacking.

The music started and I focused on the clothes in the boxes that were on my floor. Jesus, I didnt know I had so much stuff.

Tate’s POV:

Huh, new people arriving to the house, this will be interesting.

The mother looks like a stuck up bitch for sure, but hey, at least the daughter looks fucking good, finger licking good.

I watched them as they got all of their stuff into the house from out of the trucks. The familiarity with seeing this, another family moving in, not knowing even a little what they are getting into.

I stood in the yard for, looking at them, but mainly the daughter. Following her around as they startet bringing all of their stuff inside, boxes full of trivial things and clothes.

In the evening she wasnt doing anything other than watching something on her lapto which was boring to me, so I chose to go back outside to enjoy the darkness and stillness.

At some point I felt this piercing feeling. Looking up at the window I see her, Y/N as I heard her parents call her. Looking straight into my eyes. Fuck, I was distracted and I let myself be seen.

She moved for a second and I used that to make my way into the home again, unseen.

Staring at her while she scrolls throgh her phone, such perfect skin, pure-looking soul. She was still dressed in skin-tight leggins and a tank top that lets me know she has good fucking tits.

I wait around, roaming the house with no real objective other than wait for her to be finished with her parents and go upstairs, so I could observe her some more.

And my prayers were answered soon after, because she got up, said her goodnights and let her parents know she was going upstairs for the rest of the night.

Already in her room I observe her every movement with no shame. Watching as she gets undressed, but when she got to her bra, I turned around for some reason. Maybe I didn’t want to see everything straight away. She looks kind of innocent, untouched.

“We have to change that.” I think and smirk, watching as she starts humming a song coming from her headphones, completely oblivious to my presence.

This will be fun.

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I'm obsessed with Stane's daughter and Tony! Imagine they're around the same age and shy teenaged Tony asking her out. Howard and Stane approve of the match (for now). 👀

She could work at SI, too, learning directly from her dad. After they get married, she starts to notice a shift in Stane's behavior and him acting odd, but doesn't think much of it.

When Tony goes missing Stane starts pushing for Tony to be declared dead, and starts pushing his agenda onto her which has her questioning his motives.

Tony gets home and things get back to "normal" until Tony asks her to check out what Stane is up to.

IM2 could be full of all types of angst from dealing with the aftermath and it impacting their relationship?, Pepper/Natasha, and Tony's health. Jealous Tony would definitely make an appearance once he got tired of Justin hanging around. 😏

Sorry for rambling, your asks get me through the dullness of work 😂. 💋❤

I mean I’m sure it seems pretty convenient! SI can be ran by a power couple! Who wouldn’t want that for their kids and company???? And they already know each others families- it’s perfect all around!

Unfortunately no one knew what Stane would do in the future 😔 I live for the drama! Tony awkward at the front of his funeral with his wife because like- that is her dad????? He can’t just, no be there 😭 but she probably hasn’t really learned yet about all that and honestly I feel like Tony would try to hide it all from her if the two had a good relationship 🥲 but I think he’ll always feel incredibly awkward and a little bad even tho like- it wasn’t entirely his fault! It would also definitely be under self defense! But because of that he eventually does have to say something 🥲 and that’s probably not gonna go very well 🥲 so now Tony is dying and his girl probably hates him, and then he goes and acts a fool and is reckless which makes everyone mad at him 😭

But I can see Justin taking her hands and being all so sorry for your loss 😔😔😔😔 did you get the flowers I sent 🤔 I thought they were very pretty 😘 and Tony’s right there next to them while they’re making conversation like 😡

#anon #anonymous #answered #larstalks

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Pocket MCU: Iron Man 2/?

In which Pocket discovers that Tony has gone missing in Afghanistan.

Word Count: 706

Scene In-Movie @ ~25:00

“What do you mean, ‘he’s missing’?” you asked angrily as you paced your office. “How the fuck do you lose the richest man on the planet, Obadiah?”

“You’re gonna need to watch your mouth and your tone, missy,” Obadiah Stane chastised you. You glared at him. Tony had disappeared on his way back to base from his weapons demonstration, and here you were being lectured at like you were a petulant child.

“What are we doing to look for him?” you asked. “We’ve gotta have, like, a search party out there or something, right?”

Obadiah looked at you like you were an idiot. “It’s a military endeavor now, (Y/L/N). Stark Industries has no jurisdiction or business in conducting a recovery op.”

You blinked at the older man, disgusted. “Recovery op? How can you say that?” you asked. “How can you FUCKING SAY THAT?!” He was acting as if Tony were dead, as if there was no chance of rescue.

“(Y/N), I know you and Tony were… close,” he said with the same disdain you’d come to expect from people who didn’t understand your relationship with the billionaire, “but you have to be reasonable. His convoy was attacked by insurgents. His entire escort is dead. The chances of his survival are–”

“Then where’s his body?” you asked, desperation growing in your voice. “If they killed him, why haven’t they announced it? Why haven’t they put it online? Taken credit for it?”

“I don’t know,” Obadiah rubbed his forehead. “But it’s not something you need to be worrying about right now.”

“Not something I should be worrying about? Then tell me, Stane, what the fuck should I be worrying about?”

Obadiah sighed, as though you were testing his patience. “With Stark missing and presumed dead,” you flinched at his words, “you now hold temporarily controlling interest in Stark Industries, and acting authority as CEO.”

“What?” you asked, shock barely allowing you to process Obadiah’s words. “What the hell do you mean, I have controlling interest?”

“It was in Tony’s living will,” he said, a hint of annoyance in his voice. “I don’t know what kind of magic cunt you have, but you sure as shit put him in a trance.”

You pulled your hand back and slapped the man hard in his face. “Fuck you, Stane,” you seethed.

He grabbed your wrist. “You hold Tony’s position now,” he said. “And you need to make sure that DOD contract goes through– that we sell every single one of those Jericho missiles.”

“I need to find Tony,” you told him. “We need to find Tony. I don’t give a shit about any contracts, and I’m not going to take on any of his roles unless we know he’s really gone.”

“You’re a naive little girl, (Y/N),” Obadiah said. “War doesn’t stop just because you lose one man. The sooner you learn that lesson, the better off you’re going to be.”

“He’s not just one man,” you said. “He’s Tony Fucking Stark. I owe him everything, and I am not going to rest until I find him.”

Obadiah shook his head, disappointed. “And here he kept talking about how smart you are.”

“You’re supposed to be his friend,” you said, feeling ill that someone who had known Tony for so long, had watched him grow up, would give up on him so easily.

“I’m his business partner, my dear,” Obadiah said matter of factly. “And it’s my job to make sure we still have a business. Now,” he headed toward the door of your office, seeing himself out, “make sure get those contracts settled. Or else.”

“Or else what?” you asked him defiantly. You were not afraid of Obadiah Stane. You’d survived men far, far worse.

“You sure you want to find out, (Y/N)? Tony’s not around to protect you anymore.” Obadiah gave you a final warning glare as he walked out the door.

You took a breath. Then two, then three. After a long count to ten, you picked up your cell phone, flipped it open, and dialed.

“Rhodey?” you said when the call was picked up at the other end. “It’s me. Listen, how soon can you get me on a flight to Afghanistan? I’m coming to help.”

#Unwanted Prequel #Pocket MCU

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@badthingshappenbingo prompt: Wiping the Other's Tears Away

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She meets him at a ballet class.

She’s started attending them every Tuesday and Thursday night whenever she’s not needed at SHIELD. The studio is four blocks away from her apartment. The teacher is German, strict but fair, and Natasha learns to take her critiques in stride. She will not be punished for failure here.

The Widow’s Veil and wig are applied before she steps out her front door. She chooses the face of a woman with a square jaw and an unfashionable haircut, reveling in the idea of being plain. Invisible. Being no one at all.

Until she notices him watching her.

He’s not tall. His forehead barely reaches above hers when they pair off to practice lifts. His voice is too loud. He has dropped her twice.

He makes her laugh, though.

She learns that his name is Victor. She learns that he’s divorced, no children. She learns that he wanted them, she didn’t. She learns that he likes Italian food. She learns he misses the last class of every month to go to his niece’s recital. She learns how he moves. She lets him learn how she moves.

He asks her to go for coffee with him.

Two weeks later, she quits the class and never goes back.

Tony has long ago given up on keeping ‘regular’ hours.

It was a habit that always annoyed his parents—staying up inventing until four in the morning and then sleeping in until two in the afternoon. Boarding school had tried to correct him, with staff dragging him out of bed in the wee hours and his roommates slamming him with harsh words when he tried to keep the lights on too late. Girlfriends had left, time and time again, sure that his unwillingness to lie beside them at night denoted his lack of feelings.

His routine is easier these days, now that he has access to research on how ADHD affects sleep patterns. He and Pepper keep separate bedrooms for the nights when he can’t get himself to nod off. The other Tower residents know to leave him alone when he’s in his workshop. He lets DUM-E and U and Butterfingers trundle around him for company as he works, only laying aside his tools to visit the Tower’s kitchen for a midnight snack.

It’s not all that uncommon to run into another Avenger there. The serum means Steve needs less sleep than the rest of them. He’s often up early when Tony is up late, preparing for a run to chase away the ghosts of the past. Clint’s insomnia might even be more chronic than Tony’s, to the point where Tony has laid aside a workbench just for trick arrows so they can sip coffee and work side-by-side without the expectation of conversation.

Finding Bruce is always the hardest. It’s been over a year now, and no matter how Tony and the others try to assure him he’s safe at the Tower, still the nightmares persist.

This is the first time Tony has found Natasha there.

He freezes in the doorway. This isn’t a careful question to make sure Steve has everything he needs, or the understanding nod he exchanges with Clint, or the squeeze he gives Bruce’s shoulder. The scents of honey and ginger drift across the space, Natasha’s shoulders slumped over a steaming cup of tea.

Then he hears the sniffle.

His first urge is to turn right back around and go back to his workshop. Of all the Avengers, even Steve, he had had the rockiest start with Natasha. After everything that had gone down with Stane, it still stings that his first few weeks with ‘Natalie’ had been a ruse to uncover his secrets. Even now, she’s the only Avenger he doesn’t spend time with one-on-one. He certainly doesn’t feel qualified to interrupt a midnight crying session.

Then she looks up, and their eyes meet, and any thought he has of fleeing evaporates. “Got room for one more?”

He half-expects her to tell him to get lost. Instead, she indicates the chair opposite her. “It’s your kitchen.”

“Our kitchen. My coffee pot though, I don’t care what claim Barton thinks he has to it.” He makes his way over to said pot, clearing out the dregs and dumping them in the trash to make a fresh brew. “Want one?”

“You got a decaf option?”

He mimes offense. “What, are we centenarians?”

“No, those would be the two blond ones with muscles constantly trying to outdo each other.”

Tony huffs, trying to locate a clean mug. “Members of this team attempting to upstage everyone else? Impossible. I wouldn’t know anything about that.” He gives up and fishes a cup out of the dishwasher, using the movement as a cover to get a better look at Natasha. The lights in the kitchen are all off, and he can only see the outline of her face by the moonlight streaming in through the window. It’s enough to see that her eyes are puffy, though.

Washing up the cup and pouring the coffee gives him an excuse to turn away, preparing his next words. Then, feeling as though he’s stepping out onto a tightrope he tries, “Do you want to talk about it?”

She doesn’t shrug him off. He takes the chair opposite her, careful not to crowd her space. “I was on a date tonight.”

Whatever Tony's expecting to hear, it isn’t that. “And he, what, turned out to be an enemy agent? A Life Model Decoy? Several armadillos in a trench coat?”

Even in the dim light, he can see her lips twitch. “No,” she replies softly. “He was normal. Completely and utterly normal.”

“How dare he.”

“I know, right?” She brushes her thumb against the side of her cup, any traces of a smile gone.

"Do we have to send the brigade after him? You know how Steve feels about the boys who aren’t proper gentlemen to their dames.”

“It wasn’t him,” she murmurs. “It was me.”

“You know,” Tony breaks the long silence that follows. “Never really pictured you of all people having dating troubles. Thought you wrote the book on seduction tactics. Saw a few myself when you pulled them out on yours truly. Not bad, Widow.”

She finally looks straight at him. “I never apologized to you, did I?”

Tony shrugs that off. “You had a job to do. I’m alive because of it. I’m hardly complaining.”

“Fury would disagree on the hardly complaining part of that statement.” She swirls the tea around, not taking a sip. Tony suddenly wonders if she had just wanted something warm to hold between her hands.

Tony glances around the kitchen. “Still. I’m probably not your first choice of nighttime beverage buddy. Well, we all make do with what we got.”

But Natasha shakes her head. “I can’t imagine talking dates with Bruce or Steve would go particularly well.”

That Tony can understand. He’s more than once walked in on Steve looking mournfully at the black and white photo of Peggy Carter tucked into his compass. And from the lack of a certain Betty Ross seen around the Tower, Tony’s going to bet that flame has long been extinguished. “Clint?”

“That’s… complicated.”

“Because you two were…?”

“It’s complicated.” Natasha’s tone makes it clear that door is closed.

“So you’re stuck with me.”

Natasha reaches out to take his wrist. Her palm is warm from the mug. “No one’s stuck with you, Tony.”

Whatever words he was going to stay next stick in his throat. They sit in silence for a little longer, as Natasha’s hand slowly cools against his skin.

“I could make him fall in love,” she says finally. “I saw all the ways I could break him down. Every weakness I could exploit, every opportunity to make him let me in.”

“Sounds… efficient.”

Natasha freezes, and then swiftly takes her hand back. “Yes,” she whispers. “I’m efficient.”

Tony’s dated Pepper long enough now to know when he’s said something incredibly stupid. “Sorry.”

“It’s true. I could make myself the only woman he thinks about for the rest of his life.” Her hands tighten on the mug. “I just have no idea how to make him fall in love with me.”

Tony clears his throat, shifting in his chair. Romantic advice is well out of his wheelhouse, thank god Rhodey is asexual, and there isn’t much decent counsel he can pull from his own disastrous years in the dating pool. “I don’t think you make people fall in love with you,” he tries. “I think it just kind of… happens after you spend enough time with them. I think that might be the point of dating. Or, you know, hiring enough personal assistants until you find the one that decides to stick around.”

Natasha stares into her tea. There’s no more steam rising from the mug as the liquid goes cold. “He didn’t even know my real name. Not the best foundation to build a relationship on.”

Tony manages a smile. “I don’t know, I think you and me are doing okay, all things considered.”

She lifts her head to look at him. “Are we?” she asks quietly. “Doing okay? You don’t trust easily to begin with, and then I lied to you.”

“And told Fury I shouldn’t be an Avenger, I got the CliffNotes. You know your little personality assessment came during the week I was dying, right? Think that may have been responsible for a few outliers in your data.”

“I didn’t know you then. You… weren’t what I expected.”

Tony decides to steer the conversation back into safer waters. “Well, maybe you don’t know this guy either. Maybe he’ll surprise you.”

“No, he won’t. People surprise me once a decade. Clint got the last one. You get this one.” She sighs. “So maybe 2020 is the year to try dating again.”

“Or maybe you’ll get a bonus surprise. You never know. If I found someone that’s lasted longer than a month, maybe there’s hope for anyone.” He snaps a loose thread off his t-shirt, watching the material snag. “What made you give this guy a chance, anyway?”

Natasha is quiet for a long moment before she closes her eyes, fresh tears spilling from under her lids. “It was just nice having someone to dance with.”

Tony’s moving before he’s even fully aware of what he’s doing, and reaches over to wipe the next tear off Natasha’s face. He freezes the moment he realizes what he’s done, sure he’s crossed a boundary when she goes still. Then, she slumps sideways and puts her head on his shoulder.

He’s not sure how long they sit like that. He doesn’t move though, managing for once to hold his tongue until Natasha’s ready to sit up, using the sleeves of her sweatshirt to dry her face.

“Your tea’s gone cold,” Tony remarks, not sure what else to say. “Do you want me to make you another one?”

She shakes her head. “I didn’t come in here for tea.”

Tony’s suddenly struck by the image of Natasha Romanoff sitting alone in a dark kitchen, waiting god knows how long for the off-chance one of her friends would find her there.

“So, someone to dance with, huh?” Tony clicks the side of his watch, lighting up the face. The time reads 1:48 a.m. “So—were you planning on sleeping anytime soon?”

Natasha eyes him, more curious than wary. “You got a better offer?”

“I can one hundred percent say, without the shadow of a doubt that yes, I do.”

She doesn’t ask where Tony’s driving them. It’s so rare that she gets to relax in a passenger seat without worrying about the destination. Rock music blasts over the speakers as Tony steers them into an underground parking lot, the door opening automatically as the Audi approaches. Tony nudges the car into a parking spot, several other ostentatious vehicles keeping it company. “Ready?”

“You know, usually it’s me acting all cryptic.”

“Thought I’d give you the night off. Come on.” He leads her through a door in the side of the building and down a corridor, all ragged concrete and graffiti, until they approach a second door well within the building. Now, she can hear the thump thump thump of music; a heartbeat reverberating off the walls.

“Tony.” She glances down at her athleisure gear and sweatshirt, suddenly all too aware she hadn’t even brushed her hair before they left. “I’m not dressed for a nightclub.”

“No one will care.” Tony gestures at his own ragged t-shirt and grease-stained jeans. “That’s the whole point of this place.” He gives a jaunty wave to the camera propped above the door. “You got a phone on you?”

“With what pockets?”

“Any kind of camera?” Tony presses. “Now is not the time for hidden spyware, Widow. SHIELD tech or not, these guys will find it.”

“Nothing. It’s my night off.” The door swings open, the beat of the music intensifying as Natasha is greeted with a staircase lit entirely in red.

“Little further,” Tony prompts her, offering her his arm. She takes it, following his lead. He guides her to yet another door, this one guarded by a man twice her size. He runs a metal detector over first her, then Tony, before nodding in approval and pushing open the third and final door.

It opens onto a packed dance floor.

None of the other patrons pay the slightest bit of attention when Tony Stark enters the room. “No cameras,” Natasha remarks, taking in the club. It was small, the dance floor surrounded by a handful of booths, only a third of which were filled as every other body in the room moved to the beat as one.

“And no unwanted attention,” Tony says, leaning down so he can be heard over the music. “If you see someone you recognize here tonight, no you didn’t.” He reaches out his hand. “May I have this dance, Miss Romanoff?”

Smiling, Natasha takes it. She lets Tony pull her into the crowd of bodies and, together, they dance until dawn.

#bad things happen bingo #bthb card #natasha romanoff #tony stark #marvel #mcu #avengers #2012 avengers era #wiping the others tears away #breakups #comfort #natasha and tony being siblings

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SteveTony Weekly - May 7th

HELLO MY LOVELY FRIENDS I MISSED YOU!!! Last week was a mess BUT I closed on my house Monday (OMG) and now we’re in the home stretch before we move (!!!!!). Quick note:

I’m going to be moving May 21, so the rec list might be kinda off that weekend, but I’ll pre-plan something! Enjoy and be sure to drop a kudos/comment for your author!

~*~

Mark Zero by enkiduu

Tony wears his lack of soulmark with pride.

lover, we always fall by enkiduu

Dying in a world with reincarnation is easy. Living in one is hard, because history inevitably follows you, and you can't always decide what your legacy is.

You try to change history, but your Icarus only ever chooses the same thing he's always chosen.

(In which Tony is Icarus and Steve is the ocean.)

ignorance is (not) bliss by earliebirb

One of Tony’s hands shoots up to grab his wrist, gripping it tightly. Slowly, Tony opens his eyes.

Steve’s blood freezes in his veins. His heart sinks with dread.

“Tony?” Steve hopes that this is just some weird bout of sleepwalking, but Tony doesn’t sleepwalk, and from the thoughtful way Tony regards him, Steve knows that Tony is somehow very much awake, which means—

Tony swallows, his eyes wide and alert in a way Steve didn’t think they were capable of being twenty minutes ago.

“Steve,” he says, the single word carrying too much weight.

the stark-tangled man with a crappy plan by Serinah for AvengersNewB

*At first, it seemed to be an easy job: find the O, secure the O, and hand him over to his guardian and the fiance. Simple. Unfortunately, the omega wasn't onboard. At all.*

OR:

Steve has to return a runaway omega to his guardian Mr. Stane.

Where Lies A Home by XtaticPearl

They're in the middle of the most complicated and risky fight of their lives, placing their bets on a distant memory right now, and basically in deep trouble if the plan doesn't work out. Steve knows he should be stressed and somewhere in the corner of his mind, he is a little. Mostly though, he's having fun and strangely, so is Tony.

Yes, Just Like This by gottalovev

Tony wakes up in a hospital on another planet missing his memories of the last eleven years. It's now 2023, and he learns the Avengers saved half the universe. Unfortunately, not everything he forgot is good news.

(An Endgame Alternate Universe AND Civil-War fix-it and get together story, weaved through a space road trip with Steve, Carol and Nebula. Complete but cut in 5 chapters for ease of reading.)

messages from the stars by Thahire

Steve's not expecting to find anything remotely of interest when he steps into Macy’s, of all places, in a last-ditch effort to find a present for Tony.

Somehow, he ends up leaving with an engagement ring.

Still Got It by KandiSheek

Ever since Tony's close call in their battle against Thanos Steve treats him like he's going to break at the slightest pressure. He won't so much as look at the bionic arm either. So Tony takes matters into his own hands to prove that he can still handle himself just fine.

Soul Searching (The Hop, Skip, Jump Remix) by navaan

Tony lives a peaceful life in Irondale and then Steve Rogers drifts into town. It's the beginning of a romance — and not all is what it seems.

Code Icarus by FestiveFerret

Steve Rogers hates falling, but he hates being caught even more.

Truths, Lies and the Tipping Point by BlackEyedGirl

The news report seems more interested in the argument between the team during the fight than the way they eventually won. And then it gets worse.

Me in You by Captain_Panda

What if J.A.R.V.I.S. was Tony?

That is, what if a lonely genius Velveteen Rabbited his computer program into a real being instead of just his own thoughts talking back at him?

A deep dive into a broken psyche, contemplating Tony's loneliness, J.A.R.V.I.S.'s protectiveness, and the mother of all broken genius families. Mostly because Howard Stark never hugged his son.

Depthless by Captain_Panda

"Depthless: (1) unfathomably deep; (2) shallow and superficial."

Weeks after defrosting Captain America, S.H.I.E.L.D. finds Steve Rogers lying at the bottom of a pool. Assumptions are made. They have no idea what they are dealing with.

Meanwhile, Tony Stark, the man-in-the-spotlight, has demons lurking off-radar that are literally filling his lungs with water.

Ignoring either problem was never an option. This is the story of Steve Rogers and Tony Stark's collision course.

For What It's Worth by Captain_Panda

S.H.I.E.L.D. thaws out Captain America, expecting a combat-ready soldier to greet them.

They get Steve Rogers instead, a broken artist who turns to the violin for salvation.

hold your fire by JenTheSweetie

He watched Tony eat an entire steak and listened to him talk about the work he was doing on the Milano while he downed glass after glass of expensive scotch. Just as Steve was about to suggest they head back to the jet, Tony finished his last glass, put it down firmly, and said, "I want to blow you."

Steve stared at him.

"Let's get a hotel room," Tony said, like that was that, and somehow - and Steve never could explain how, not then and not now and not later - it was.

Say It Now by ishipallthings

“I’m glad you’re here, Tony,” Steve tells him. It’s not everything he wants to say, but it’s enough.

Steve thinks it might be one of the most important things he’s ever said.

(Steve and Tony have a conversation the night before the time heist. Maybe second chances aren’t impossible after all.)

a hop, skip, and a jump by IronSwordStarShield (SweetFanfics)

“Before I go, I was wondering if I could ask you some questions.”

“About?” they ask they return the stone to its place.

“Timelines. Alternate realities.”

Steve returns the stones to their rightful places in time, gets his dance with Peggy, and then embarks on a whole new search.

Give Me Just A Little More Time by Robin_tCJ

Spoilers for Avengers: Endgame. A full summary will live in the author’s notes, so you have to click to read it, but the premise is that this is technically canon divergent in the sense that I’m treating it as… a few deleted scenes in the middle, there. It’ll only make sense if you’ve seen the movie, and if you haven’t seen the movie it will definitely spoil you for it. Written in kind of a sketchy, lots-of-really-short-scenes style.

falling like the stars by complicationstoo

When Tony starts at MIT, he's excited to finally be in the same city as his older brother, Bucky, again. Then he meets Bucky's roommate and best friend Steve Rogers and falls faster than he would have ever thought possible.

#stevetony #stevetony weekly #stony #stony weekly #fic recs #fic rec list #stony fics #stevetony fics #steve rogers #tony stark #captain america #iron man

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