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shewhohangsoutincemeteries · 6 months

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Tony Stark x F!Reader

Prompt: “i can't believe you don't like hugs."

Summary: you come home to the tower to hear that your teammate tony has been awake for days. you take it upon yourself to get to complete some much-needed self-care.

Warnings: fluff.

Word Count: 1,741

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The door sounded with a quiet, welcoming ding as the elevator arrived on your floor, the lights of your suite already on and pleasantly dimmed to accommodate to the tenderness of your eyes this late at night. It was a little before three in the morning, and while your flight had had no major issues and the traffic between the airport and Avengers Tower had been blessedly in your favor, it was still agonizing to be getting home so late.

Home.

It still surprised you how quickly you’d come to think of this place as more than just a place to sleep, more than what had originally felt like a ridiculously over-sized hotel room. It had been only six months since Loki’s attack on New York, and while the renovations to the Tower were not yet finished, your suite had been one of the first floors to be completed. And now it somehow felt far more familiar to you than any of the countless beds you had claimed over the last twenty-seven years.

“Welcome back, Ms. Y/L/N,” the cool, friendly voice of Tony’s personal assistant sounded from the invisible speakers above you. “I trust your journey was pleasant.”

“It was, for a nine-hour flight in a broken seat,” you replied with a sigh, stretching out the lingering kink in your lower back. You set your suitcase down by the elevator doors. “And how many times do I have to tell you; it’s just Y/N.”

“I’m sure only once more,” he replied. “As always.”

You chuckled, a small, tired smile lingering on your lips. “Are the others here?”

“Only Mr. Stark is in residence at the moment,” the A.I. informed you as you made your way further into your suite. You toed off your shoes, shedding your jacket and tossing it onto the nearby sofa. “Shall I inform him of your arrival?”

“Oh, no, I don’t want to wake him.”

There was a slight pause. “Mr. Stark is not asleep, Ms. Y/L/N.”

How an A.I. could have a variation in tone, you weren’t sure, but you stopped halfway to unbuttoning your jeans. “And how long exactly has Tony been awake?”

“…Almost eighty-three hours, ma’am.”

“I think I hate ‘ma’am’ even more than my last name.” you sighed, casting a glance towards the room to your left. The door was ajar, and you swore your bed was calling to you. “Where is he?”

“In the lab.”

“…Okay.”

***

A wall of sound greeted you as you stepped into the lab, and you flinched. It lowered immediately to a more bearable level, and you silently praised whatever part of JARVIS’ programming it was that could pick up on your discomfort like that.

“JARVIS,” Tony said without looking up from his work. “Don’t mess with my music.”

He was at the far end of the lab, moving between a couple of workbenches and the hologram of his latest designs with the disorganized, staccato rhythm you had begun to recognize as being a sign of sleep deprivation. There was a half-empty coffee pot on the bench closest to you, the scent of it gone stale. Tony’s clothes were rumpled, as was his hair, and you frowned when you noticed the shadows under his eyes. They were made darker by the blue light of the hologram between the two of you.

“I think we can do better on these reflector panels, J.,” he continued as though he hadn’t noticed you enter. “If this suit is going to work for stealth, I’m going to need the change to be instantaneous.” He waved a hand, and parts of the suit projected in front of him dropped away. “Scrap ‘em. Take it from the top.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Hello to you, too, Stark.” you said snidely despite your concern. “Or am I expected to call you ‘sir’ in here, too?”

“Only if you want me to get all tingly over it,” he retorted teasingly, finally pausing long enough to meet your eye. He gave you a genuine, if distracted and exhausted, smile.

“Most people just say ‘welcome home’.”

Tony returned to one of the benches, eyes fixating on a tablet screen. “Are you implying that I could possibly be ‘most people’?”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” you replied, sidestepping an abandoned helmet prototype. There was an empty coffee mug sitting inside it. The crockery was stained with dark brown rings. You made you way around to his workbench, pushing yourself up to sit on the edge of it beside him. “Tony, when was the last time you got some sleep?”

“You know the answer to that,” he said, pointedly avoiding your eye and focusing his gaze on the work in front of him. “Or did you come all the way down here just for a hug?”

“A hug? Hardly,” you said with a scoff.

Tony met your eye, raising a brow. There was a teasing tilt to his lips, a challenge in his expression. “I don’t accept that.”

“Accept what?”

“I can’t believe that you don’t like hugs.” he said, straightening. He moved to stand in front of you, his hands claiming your knees. You felt a warmth spread up from where he touched you to heat your belly, and you straightened slightly, wetting your lips with the tip of your tongue. “I refuse to accept it. I mean, for a woman completely capable of breaking every bone in my body with her bare hands, you’re downright cuddly.”

As he said the last words he reached up and touched the tip of his finger to your nose tauntingly, and you wrinkled it in response. He chuckled, and you rolled your eyes at him. Something about sleep deprivation always made him lighter, more teasing. While his usual jokes were witty and occasionally flirty, when you found him like this, he was… softer. “Has anyone ever told you that you are a massive dork?”

Tony’s grin widened, and he stepped back, holding up his hands as though you’d just proved his point. “See, anyone else would call me an asshole, but you – sweet, innocent thing that you are – go with ‘dork’.”

“Oh, Stark. Trust me,” you snickered, pushing yourself up off the edge of the table. It closed much of the distance between the two of you, your chest almost meeting his. You made a show of casting your eyes down over him before meeting his eye with a smirk. “If you actually knew me, the last word you’d be using to describe me is ‘innocent’.”

Intrigue flashed in his eyes, a curve to his parted lips sending an unexpected thrill up your spine. He made move to speak, but you pressed a finger to his lips. His smile widened against your skin.

“I’m sure whatever you were about to say would have been rife with innuendo, Tony,” you said. “But honestly, you kind of stink. How long’s it been since you had a shower?”

***

“Y’know, I’m not really sure why I had to stick around for this.” you called out over the sound of rushing water, folding your arms over your chest. You were standing outside the penthouse bathroom, your back against the wall beside the door. Steam billowed out of the open doorway, clinging to your bare arms.

The water shut off, and Tony’s reply came a few moments later, his voice echoing off the tile. “And here I thought you were worried about my wellbeing, sweetheart.”

“You’re not exactly at risk of drowning in the shower, Tony,” you pointed out. You heard his answering chuckle and the sounds of cabinet doors opening and closing. There was a long silence, punctuated only by the quiet sounds of shaving cream being sprayed and a razor against skin. “And you survived it. So, can I go to bed now?”

“And miss out on this quality team-bonding time?” he called out. “Shudder to think.”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes with a smile. “‘Team-bonding’? We’re missing a couple of key members here. Unless you’ve got Rogers stashed in your shower caddy.”

“Not exactly the member I’d pick for that,” he replied as he stepped through the doorway, wiping at his jaw with a towel. Another was slung securely around his hips. Rivulets of water marked his bare torso, droplets clinging to his chest. There was a teasing smirk on his lips, and you swallowed. “Now, Romanoff on the other hand—”

“I’m going to stop you there before this conversation devolves into casual misogyny,” you eye-rolled, holding up a hand.

“I’ll have you know I’m an equal opportunity lech.” Tony shot back, amused. “I just didn’t think Thor would fit in the caddy.”

You snorted a laugh.

“Right…” you said. He’d missed a tiny patch of shaving cream on the corner of his jaw, and you reached up to wipe it away with two fingers. Tony’s smile widened as you wiped it on his bare chest. You cleared your throat as you realized the intimacy of your actions. “Well, you’ve managed to navigate the perils of a penthouse bathroom, Iron Man. Congrats.”

“So, what’s your excuse now?”

Confusion creased the skin between your brows. “For what?”

Tony’s smirk twitched, and you recognized the challenge in his eyes. Something in the pit of your stomach fluttered. “For turning down a hug.”

You laughed, shaking your head disbelieving. “God, Stark, you are such a—”

Tony took hold of your arm, surprising you by pulling you toward him and bringing his lips to yours. They were soft and warm, teasing with the taste of spearmint. The clean scent of his body wash enveloped you, his fingers gentle but firm on your arm. The warmth of his body – still bolstered by the heat of the shower – leached into your skin, wrapping you in a ghost of an embrace that made you lean into him. The kiss lasted only a moment before he pulled back again, that expression of taunting flirtation still in place.

You pressed your lips together, your skin tingling. “What was that for?”

He shrugged a shoulder, tightening the towel around his waist. There was an annoying note of nonchalance in his expression, and self-assuredness that told you he knew exactly what kind of effect he’d just had on you. “Call it a thank you.”

“I—” you swallowed, forcing your breath to steady. “Most people just say ‘thank you’.”

He grinned, his teeth grazing his bottom lip. “Didn’t we agree that I’m not ‘most people’?”

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darsynia · 1 year

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transduin-is-cringe · 1 year

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Let Daddy Tuck You In (OneShot)

Rating: EXPLICIT. 18+ ONLY Pairing: Tony x OC (Buzz, they/them, AMAB anatomy) Word count: 3.3k Summary: Buzz is tense- it must have gotten bad when even Tony takes action, and he knows just how to get them to relax.

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Buzz stared at the projection in front of them, their moth-like suit, with various spinning circles overlaid over certain areas, showing diagnostic information. There was nothing more they could do with it, nothing that necessarily needed debugging or polishing, but they just stared. There was still something they needed to do to increase functionality and maneuverability, but they just couldn’t think of what. Sleep might have helped them, or at least a break, but Buzz was so focused, they doubted if they would be able to lay still without seeing flashes of this damn projection.

Tony’s workshop playlist was going over the speakers, with Tony himself tinkering away at a small control panel for his own suit. It was late, and truly, neither of them should have been awake- the only signs of life in the Avengers tower.

Buzz’s head fell into their arms with a groan, their hair splaying. Their eyes stung from strain, staring at such a strong light for so long. They were so entrenched in their own frustration, they did not hear that Tony had stopped working, or that he had walked over to them. They did not know how close Tony was until warm, calloused hands held their shoulders, giving tender, consoling squeezes.

“Think it’s time to call it a night, sparky,” Tony leaned in and spoke softly into Buzz’s hair. He used a tone that would usually cause them to melt right there– a well rehearsed play– but tonight, Buzz could only shudder and look back up despairingly at their suit.

“It’s not done, yet,” Buzz fought, their tone approaching close to whining. The projection remained the same, nothing had miraculously changed to tell Buzz exactly what to do next.

“It’s done for tonight,” Tony said a bit more firmly, his hands massaging Buzz’s shoulders after a quick gesture to shut down the projector. It was a command, not a suggestion.

Buzz was suddenly aware of the warmth radiating down their back and Tony pulled himself closer to them. They allowed themself to sit up and lean further into Tony’s grasp, resting their back on Tony’s chest. Tony’s head rested above their ear, holding them close.

“What kind of man would I be if I couldn’t help my baby boy wind down,” Tony said, his hot breath brushing against Buzz’s ear, causing their last stubborn wall to fall. Tony had moved his hands off their shoulders and wrapped an arm around their chest, keeping them close. Buzz weakly held on to his arm, sinking further into Tony with a sigh.

“Not tired,” Buzz tried to protest, their voice sounding only slightly pathetic. And it was a lie, both they and Tony knew. God, they must have truly looked pathetic if Tony had intervened.

“You know I hate it when you lie to me, baby,” Tony said softly, pretending to be sad. “I don’t want to have to punish you, as well. Tell you what,” he shifted slightly, speaking in a deep whisper directly into Buzz’s ear, “if you go straight to your bed and wait for me, I’ll let it pass.” Tony unwrapped his arms and took a step back, only keeping a steady hand on Buzz’s back to prevent them from falling from their chair.

Buzz shivered at the loss of contact. It took them a moment to compose themselves enough to stand steady, breathing more regular. They started to leave, but Tony caught the scruff of his coat.

“What do we say,” Tony asked.

“Yes, sir,” Buzz breathed, and the hand holding them back let go.

“Keep your underwear on, everything else- off,” Tony gave one last command as Buzz got to the door.

“Yes, sir,” Buzz said again, louder enough only so Tony could hear them from this distance, and slid out the door.

The walk back to their room was uncomfortable thanks to the straining in their pants. Tony had learned what tone of voice to take to completely shut off their mind and turn them into pudding. Of course, Buzz didn’t have to relax into it, but it was nice to have someone to trust enough to let take full control of them. They could remember hating the man years ago, and now they were following they’re every command.

The halls were quiet, empty. That was a relief, as Buzz did not think they would be able to hide their uncomfortable situation downstairs. After a minute, Buzz was at their door, and they swiftly slid in.

Their room was chilly, if only because it had been uninhabited. Their bed was unmade, the sheets and blankets crumpled at the foot of the bed, cool to the touch. Swiftly, Buzz stripped themself of their coat and shirt, shivering again at the exposure. Shoes and socks were next, and then Buzz stepped out of their tight jeans. Their hand hovered over their growing bulge to feel the heat from it, pulling away to stop themself from touching. They weren’t given permission, yet. He had on boxer-briefs, something he knew Tony liked, and was more comfortable to wear regularly over Tony’s other preference of lacy thongs that never covered anything and rubbed awkwardly against the coarse fabric of their pants.

Stripped down to order, Buzz laid down on their stomach, keeping their back arched so their ass was on display. They shook from the cold and anticipation, taking in shallow breaths to focus themself.

It felt like hours since Tony had given the command. Looking at the blue digits of the clock next to their bed, it had been about 30 minutes. Their skin would be icy to the touch- something Tony would surely seek to fix. They were truly frozen, however, when they heard their door open, lighting up the room with the hallway lights, before the door closed and it was dark again. Buzz didn’t dare move- they were waiting- so, with back still arched, Buzz focused their gaze on their headboard. They strained to hear any movement- a few steps caught their attention, gentle footfalls approaching the bed, and the tell-tale clink of a belt buckle.

“I knew my boy could follow instructions,” came the sound of Tony’s voice, situated somewhere behind them. He was taking his time with his own pants, Buzz could hear him slowly draw down the zipper. Silence. There was a sound of fabric shifting. Silence. Tony was toying with them, and it was driving them nuts.

Buzz raised their ass up slightly, letting out a quiet whimper.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Tony said with a bite of sarcasm. “Am I not going fast enough for you?”

Buzz bit their lip, refraining from letting out any noise as they rubbed their legs together. They jumped when they felt a hand squeeze their ass.

“You sure know how to put on a show, don’t you,” Tony said, suddenly much closer than Buzz had anticipated. “Let me take care of you, baby boy. Let daddy take care of you.”

Buzz melted, letting go of their lip to let out more shallow breaths as Tony continued massaging their ass through the fabric of their briefs. They had clung to their form nice, keeping their ass defined. Tony’s hand held and massaged one ass cheek, and the other wrapped around Buzz’s hips, pulling and teasing at the waist line. He had pulled Buzz’s hips higher, a shocked yelp coming from the smaller form, as Tony positioned them onto their knees, their chest and face still planted to the mattress.

“That a boy,” Tony said, now having a much better angle to admire. “Keep yourself there- hands above your head. You’ve been good so far, I don’t want to have to tie you up.”

Buzz followed the command, with arms resting further up the bed, completely prone to Tony.

Tony’s fingers laced under the waistband of Buzz’s underwear and pulled them down to reveal his ass. Tony went in and sunk his teeth in on one of the fleshy cheeks, pulling another sharp cry from Buzz, before running his tongue over the tender mark. He would go and give the same treatment to the other cheek, a free hand massaging the healing bite mark.After both cheeks matched, he spread their cheeks and rubbed around the tight entrance with his finger.

Buzz groaned at the feeling and heard Tony spit. They felt the warmth drip down their crack and over his entrance. Tony collected his own saliva with a finger and slid it into Buzz, slow and deliberate. Buzz let out a long, drawn out whine.

“That’s it, baby, let daddy take care of you. Relax,” Tony ordered in a gentle tone. Buzz followed suit, shoulders relaxing, unaware they had been tensed. At that, Tony continued fingering their hole, biting and sucking on his cheeks while he wiggled one finger into the knuckle, stretched to two and slowly, agonizingly, to three. Buzz was taking quick, shallow breaths, whining when they felt Tony rub that spot inside of them that sent sparks flying through their spine and into their lonely sex. Tony was in full control of their body with his actions and words, and Buzz was dangerously close to losing it.

Tony withdrew his fingers slowly, causing Buzz to whimper and turn his head back to him to protest. They could barely make out Tony’s face in the dim light of the cityscape outside, but he looked hungry. His eyes were blacked out, lidded, focused like a hunter confronting their quarry. Tony carefully pulled the waistband down, freeing Buzz’s now fully erect and leaking member from its confines. He slid them down Buzz’s thighs and maneuvered their legs to take them off completely.

“My poor boy, leaking for me like this,” Tony said, finding the inevitable spot on the front of their underwear where precome had collected. He leaned over Buzz, still straining to see him in his position, and held the underwear in front of their face. “Open up, I want you to taste yourself.”

Buzz, without thinking, opened their mouth, their tongue rolling out over their lower lip. Tony grabbed their jaw, using his thumb to hold the tongue out. Buzz’s eyes had completely glazed over, lids drooping. In his other hand, Tony placed the wet spot directly over Buzz’s tongue before shoving the rest of the article into their mouth, creating a makeshift gag. Buzz moaned deeply, eyes closing at the taste of themself, their eagerness, filled their tongue and had their own muskiness in their nose. Tony watched them, holding their face firmly.

“What I wouldn’t give to have you like this, under my desk or waiting for me in bed. My good boy, always doing as I say,” Tony mused. Buzz’s brain began to wander, imagining themself poised under Tony’s desk, waiting on his knees with a gag for whenever Tony needed a quick release or his cock warmed. They moaned and drooled at the thought of it, saliva catching on the fabric of their underwear. Blood rushed to their neglected member, and their hips rutted into the air of their own volition.

“Another time, perhaps,” Tony let go of their face, allowing them to fall back down on the bed. “Remember, arms stay up.” With that, Tony went back to their position behind Buzz.

He massaged the warm flesh of Buzz’s ass, growing warmer from the biting that inflamed it. Buzz could hear a bottle open, and a slick, wet sound. The anticipation had them almost shaking again, wanting their abused entrance to be filled again with something more satisfying than fingers. They could almost cry when they felt Tony’s cock, hard, hot, and slick, rub and grind against their back.

“You need to stay quiet for me. Understand,” Tony asked, leaning over Buzz. “We wouldn’t want to wake anyone up, would we? Unless you want the whole tower to hear what a good boy you are for your daddy?”

Buzz whined through the gag, rutting their ass against Tony.

“No, I think I want to keep my baby boy all to myself,” Tony said, pulling his dick away only long enough to line up the head of his cock and push his way into the tight ring.

Buzz whined, biting down into the gag with a rough groan, and Tony stopped. He popped his head out, and pushed it back in, watching the way Buzz would clench and jerk under him. Tears burned at Buzz’s eyes, just wanting more but not able to ask for it. Eventually, finally, Tony pushed in, and kept pushing. Slowly, dragging his nails into Buzz’s hips, Tony seated himself fully inside Buzz. Tears marked the mattress.

“You’re doing so good, my baby boy. Let me fuck you, and then you can come,” Tony said, leaning down closer to Buzz, his forehead resting at the base of the smaller one’s neck. He didn’t move until Buzz pushed their hips back, aiming for more friction.

With the affirmative, Tony kissed his way down Buzz’s shoulder blades, brought himself back up and pulled out, leaving the head locked inside, and pushed himself fully into Buzz’s heat again.

He set a slow, tantalizing pace, causing Buzz to writhe with the need for more. Tony controlled his pace, shifting his thrusts slightly to find that spot. He knew he had hit it because Buzz practically sobbed, more precome leaking from their needy prick. Narrowing in on the spot, Tony thrust in again faster, harder, until he set a brutal and relentless pace.

Buzz had to bite into the cloth gag to stop their whining from growing louder. The intensity of everything, the rivers of sparks from Tony’s thrusts and the feel of Tony’s balls slapping against them was too much. They were wiggling- not to get away, but to feel more, for some friction on their dick. They shifted an arm down to stroke themself, but froze when Tony paused and gave a warning growl.

“You can only come when I tell you to,” Tony said firmly, grabbing Buzz’s wrist and pinning it hard against their back. Their arm ached with the strain, but they didn’t dare struggle; they didn’t want to. Tony started moving again, immediately back at the fast, relentless pace. “You- touch yourself- only- when I- tell you.” Tony commanded, punctuating his order with thrusts. His own breathing was becoming labored, and his voice was hoarse. Buzz’s body, still vibrating, submitted again, letting Tony fuck into them without remorse or abandon.

“Daddy’s going to fill you, baby,” Tony breathed. “Daddy’s going to fill up his baby boy, and his baby boy is going to thank him for it.” He thrusted in shallowly, before giving a few pointed, hard thrusts.

Tony pushed deeper than Buzz had ever felt, and they could feel themselves being filled with hot come as he groaned out an orgasm. It felt never ending. Tony kept thrusting shallowly. Hot streams of come coated Buzz’s insides and made them feel so incredibly full. Even after he had finished coming, Tony continued to thrust, watching his own cum cling to his dick and Buzz’s abused hole. He pushed himself all the way in again, pulling a pitiful whine from the one under him, and he leaned down to pull the soaked gag from Buzz’s mouth.

“What do we say,” Tony asked, breathy. He was buried inside them and unmoving.

“T- thank you, d-daddy,” Buzz finally got out. Their whole body felt like jelly.

“Good boy,” Tony said, leaning back and pulling himself from Buzz. “See if you can hold that in, and I’ll let you come.”

Buzz tried to keep themself closed, a few drops of Tony’s come escaping, only to be scooped up and pushed back in with Tony’s finger. Tony helped Buzz roll over and lapped his tongue over Buzz’s aching member. Buzz jumped away at the sensation- it was too much after being given so little, but Tony didn’t ease up. He continued lapping at their leaking cock, only to spread the leaking precome over Buzz’s sensitive head. Tony took it into his mouth, sucking and wrapping his tongue around the nearly purple cockhead, while his warm hands massaged his balls.

With a pop, Tony lifted himself from Buzz’s cock. “You want to come for daddy,” Tony asked, though it was a tone that implied it was a fact. “You want to show daddy how good you can be?”

Buzz nodded, trying to prop themselves up to look at what Tony was doing.

“Use your words,” Tony said in a warning tone, stroking Buzz’s cock that was wet with his own saliva. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want to come, daddy,” Buzz whimpered. “I want daddy to make me come.”

With that, Tony kissed Buzz’s cockhead and began stroking it in earnest. The hand that had been massaging their balls had moved down to the red puckered hole. Tony pushed a finger back into Buzz, causing them to arch and keen their hips. His come was still warm and pooling inside Buzz’s ass, and Tony used it as lube to fuck his fingers into Buzz in time with his strokes.

It was all too much for Buzz. They could no longer stay still, feeling overstimulated before they were even allowed to come. They writhed under Tony’s steady gaze and grip. The slick hand pulled at his cock, and when Tony connected his lips to the head again, Buzz let out a sharp gasp. Strings of cum finally burst out from them, the first few hitting Tony in the face and the rest landing on their stomach. Tony pulled out his fingers but continued stroking until Buzz whined in pain.

“Too much…” Buzz trailed off.

“You did so good for me,” Tony said, climbing up to be at the same level as Buzz. “You did so well for me. Give me a minute, and daddy will tuck you in.” Tony left with a kiss on Buzz’s forehead, hopping off the bed and disappearing for a moment before returning with a warm cloth to clean up Buzz’s stomach. Tony crawled back into bed, and it was only as Buzz was being rolled to their side that they noticed Tony had finally taken off his clothes.

Tony’s touches were soft and careful, especially as he ran the warm cloth over Buzz’s softening member. He shushed away the small whines Buzz gave, making sure they were clean enough before falling asleep. Buzz was malleable, and Tony moved them around as he needed to get everything, before tossing the cloth off the bed and pulling up the blankets. Buzz was now on their side, facing away from Tony, their arm face buried in their arm as Tony wrapped the blankets around them.

“How are you doing,” Tony whispered, his head nestled between their shoulder and neck.

“Fine,” Buzz said, almost so quietly it didn’t come out at all.

“Was it too much,” Tony asked. His hands were holding them close, softly gripping their hips.

“No,” Buzz said, more confidently. “I just- I forget how intense it can be. To let go like that.”

Tony leaned over to watch their face. Tears still stained their cheeks, but they were calm now. “That’s why I’m here. To help you through it.” He placed a soft kiss on their hair. “You really did so good. You can relax again, let yourself sleep.”

That was Tony’s ploy the whole time. Usually, it was Buzz’s responsibility to drag Tony to bed, to fuck him or suck him off to get him to relax. Tony just happened to beat them to it tonight. Buzz nestled themself closer into Tony’s arms, succumbing to the warmth and protection of the blankets, and let themself drift to sleep.

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platonic-tony-stark · 1 year

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Y/n: Great now my asshole hurts aswell

Tony: excuse me?!

Peter: Mr stark?!

Tony: you two had sex?

Y/n: nah his cooking gave me diarrhea plus bladder infection

Peter: Dude don't tell him that

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chaotictasha · 2 years

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Incorrect quote#106

Y/n, watching the news: Someone tried to fight a squid at the aquarium today!

Tony *walks in covered with ink*: Well, maybe the squidward was being a dick.

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Jason Underwood being a better dad than Howard Stark for 9 minutes straight | Marvel Fic

Pairings: Tony x Pepper, JJ x Liz, Liane x Ethan

Summary: What happened when a man frozen in time suddenly is in charge of raising the heroes of tomorrow? In other words, Jason trying to keep everyone in check and doing well.

Characters mentioned: Tony Stark, Pepper Potts, Howard Stark, Rei Stark, Ava Stark, The Avengers, Young Avengers and etc

Fandoms: Marvel Comics—> Iron Man 1-3, The Avengers, Captain America: The Winter Soldier, Age Of Ultron

A/N: I blame Glen giving rom-com energy! I hate him (affectionately). His favorite song is Unwritten hehehe

Sequel to this fanfic!

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Tony sat down at his lab downtown with his eyes shot, the lights made him more than pale as he lay inside his car and faced the wall. He has been drinking since this afternoon. His tears filled his eyes as he looked to his side to find his uncle walking around to open the side of the car.

He was surprised to see him here, last he checked he was with Coulson on a small assignment.

“Tony..” He muttered, resting his head against his hand, “Come on buddy.”

“I can’t stand..I’m tired, JJ..” He replied, squeezing his eyes shut and leaned forward into his touch for a spilt second.

“It’s okay, I got you.”

Tony was silent as an arm was looped around his side, lifting him up and out of the car, standing over to leave the lab and head upstairs. Jason kept an eye on him asking if he was alright in which his nephew just nodded. He lay him down on the couch with a soft blanket across his body wrapped tightly to keep him warm.

A moment later, he returned with a small glass of water and some fruit. Orange slices to be consumed by Tony within a matter of minutes. He watched him as he sat, allowing his nephew to rest his head on his shoulder and even saw the crossword puzzle on his neck start to erase with time.

“..I don’t know what’s gotten into me lately…” Tony admitted with a small sigh biting down on another orange slice.

Jason hushed his voice for a moment before humming, “It’s okay..you just got overwhelmed, you need a break, step back and regroup..”

“I’m boyfriend of the year..are Pepper and I even dating?”

“I would like to say you are..you will figure out, just no more running off for a while. Please.”

The brunette only nodded, as his uncle found something on the TV for him to watch. He even wondered if he should provide him a vitamin C infusion, JARVIS recommended it. All that matter was to keep him away for the drinks for a while and not have him stray away from help.

He has a good idea where to start.

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Jason carried a 2 year old Rei in his arms, resting the small brunette on his hip walking around the mansion trying to get him to stop crying.

It was early in the evening. His mother was gone for a week, his father was stuck at work with Pepper and JARVIS was no help.

Rei was whimpering, having just returned from the backyard not wanting anyone to know he got hurt. Jason of course figured out the problem and cleaned up the small mess on his knee. Now he rested his head on his godfather’s shoulder as his hand cuffed the fabric of the sweater.

Him and Tony were the same in this aspect, getting hurt by something and wanting to deal with it by themselves. Yes, it showed independence but still, it was alarmingly obvious it wasn’t the best move.

“Aw penguin..” He said softly, gently resting his head against his own, “Rei, it’s gonna be alright..you’re fine now.”

“It hurts..” He mumbled into his shoulder, as soft tears rose to his eyes.

“I know that it hurts, but you took medicine for it and now you’re going to feel much better I promise.”

“I’m dumb, papa..”

Jason was pacing around the room at this point and paused but kept a hand rubbing circles across his small back. He hated hearing his kids talking about themselves that way.

“Hey, hey, you’re not dumb..you’re Rei Stark, you’re one of the smartest boys I know. You fell cause you’re running so hard, that’s all. It can happen to anyone, even me.” Jason explained.

“You fell?” He questioned removing his head the shoulder he was resting on to face him properly.

“Yeah I fell a lot. I still fall and trip over things, if you only knew how much times I almost died tripping over your father’s toys.”

“Really?!”

“Yeah, really. It hurt a lot, but I got up again. Just like you did.”

At that Rei softly smiled and nodded, feeling a bit better about not feeling so bad for falling down earlier. He was a strong kid but rather sensitive about things whether he admits it or not.

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“Pops, I think I like guys too now.” Rei blunted said entering the living room of Avengers Tower.

Jason was on the couch reading A Streetcar Named Desire when he heard his godson say those words. He took him a long moment to lock in what he said then smiled. JJ remembered Rei checking out some cute reporter two weeks ago but didn’t say anything to not embarrass him.

He already figured out that he might’ve felt that way but waited for him to come to his own conclusions about it.

Rei waited for a response, he was kinda shitting his pants wondering what the heck he was going to say to him.

A few seconds later Jason spoke, “I know. And I’m happy for you.”

“Wait what?” Rei asked as his eyes silently widened, “Dad freaked out!”

“Your father is just being dramatic, thinking you weren’t going to ever date until your mid twenties. Don’t worry about him. How do you feel?”

“I feel okay, I guess. How are you not freaking out?”

“Kiddo your grandfather and father aren’t straight eariler. I was just wondering to see if you were gonna being home a boy or girl someday, I’ll love you all the same. You know that.”

“B-but..I was ready for some lecture or something.”

“I’m not Cap, kiddo.”

“Wait grandpa wasn’t…that’s impossible he married grandma and dad never said..”

“Your grandfather has always been into blondes. Hence why he liked me, Cap, my sister and your grandmother.”

“Oh shit, grandpa was bi..and so is dad? Just to be clear, you’re cool with all of this, right?”

“Yeah, you’re my kid. As long as you don’t date some ignorant jerk or bitter bitch we’re fine.”

Rei nodded thinking it went better than he thought. Of course he wasn’t going to bring anyone to his house who insulted him or made him feel guilty, he wasn’t stupid.

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Tony and Jason were in the middle of the kitchen together sharing some slices of pizza. A small mission went as planned, the heroes were all celebrating at home with them.

It was quiet. A little too quiet for his liking.

“Where’s our son?” Yelled a voice that belonged to his wife.

And there it is.

Despite not being officially confirmed as married to a legal counsel, in their hearts they are.

Liz came in with her arms crossed stealing a slice of pizza from the box muttering that she was hungry. Tony locked eyes with his uncle then looked at his aunt with a smile.

“Whatever it is, blame the kids!” Tony exclaimed taking another bite.

“You stole my blueprints from the basement without telling me.” Liz said looking between her nephews and husband.

“How is that a bad thing?”

“Because they are mine. Some of them were…made for the military during the war.”

“I was just going to reinforce them into better positions and transport your idea into something useful for the modern day.”

Jason joined into the conversation as he added, “Honey, you did make some explosive points when you created those fine numbers back in the day.”

Liz jokingly glared, “Who’s side are you on?”

“I’m afraid to say which one.”

“Good answer.”

Tony sighed, “In my defense, I was just curious! It’s not like I going to have something blow up in my head…this time at least.”

“I swear you’re more like your father every day..” She muttered softly smiling, as she pinched the bridge of her nose, “Next time, you come to me with an idea. We’re a family for a reason, you have my brain!”

The three of them talked it over coming to a good compromise. But a part of Jason couldn’t wonder how Liz would react if Louis, Tony’s brother who lived in another city within the United States, stole one of her blueprints too. It was always evident that the Stark boys tend to be the most curious boys alive, it resulted in those sets of brother destroying one of his favorite cars.

They always tend to take a small comment and trickle it down to a roar, as one small idea would turn into something great for humanity or an opportunity gone wrong. That’s how Ultron was created…

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“Alright. Relax your shoulders a bit, tighten the grip on the handle and have your fingers line up the tip of the arrow.” He instructed with a smile.

“Like this?” She asked, holding up her bow and arrow at an angle.

She could’ve learned from Clint but he was busy on a date with his wife and her mom was babysitting. She already knew how to use a gun, but extra protection in skills was always a plus.

She picked out a specific arrow she wanted to use and took care of the bow she was handed. She questioned if Jason even knew how to work this kind of equipment.

His response, “I never said I didn’t know how to use a gun. And never said I didn’t know how to shoot an arrow either.”

“Fair point. When did you learn to shoot with a bow and arrow?” She wondered with a smile.

“I was on a mission in Tokyo, to chase down some idiot who stole a type of drug. As I was running through the streets, s arrow came flying from a rooftop to straight into the guys leg. Then I met the guy who shot him.”

“What wad his name?”

“Karl Yune. He was a good archer, he taught me a thing or two about this.”

“Sounds like a nice man.”

“Yeah, his older cousin worked as a geneticist in Korea.”

“…they are not related to Ji-Hoon, they are?”

Jason just winked telling her return to training as she grinned softly to herself. The two of them went onto 2 rounds, as he showed her how to start feeling comfortable with holding such equipment. Rochelle wasn’t that bad at the game, shooting the wall full of targets as best as she could.

“Good. Now you’re ready for take on your real teacher.” He said with a chuckle, lowering his bow.

She raised an eyebrow confused by his wording, “What..”

As if on cue, walked in a tan skinned woman with long brown hair and tattoos. She held a grin greeting Jason with a tight hug before turning around to meet Rochelle.

“Lydia Barton.” She said holding out her hand to shake.

The redhead smiled shaking her hand and said, “Rochelle, but you probably already know who I am.”

Jason smirked telling them to be careful and have fun, that he’ll be back to check up on them later. Both girls just grinned leading into a casual but intriguing discussion on their favorite things, before training.

Something told him that they would be good friends.

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“Give it back! It’s mine you little twerp!”

“It was mine first! I saw the last batch of cookies before your ass ever thought about them.”

“Oh really mature using curse words at me!”

“What do you care? You’re failing grammar anyway!”

“HEY! That’s enough.” In called Jason’s voice as he swung into the room snatching the cookie out of Ava’s hand and placing against it lips instead, “If you were are gonna fight over a damn cookie, then neither of you deserve to eat it.”

Rei crossed his eyes like the 9 year old he was and scoffed, “It was mine!”

“Oh pleaseeee, you said you didn’t want any cookies in the first place anyway!” Ava barked back.

“I could’ve wanted it for later, ever think of that!”

“You’re such a smartass sometimes…no wonder you don’t—”

Jason glared at both kids, “Ava, don’t even finish that sentence. And Rei, if you wanted it so badly why didn’t you tell her? You two could’ve broken the cookie in half instead of making a mess out of it.”

Both young Starks looked away from their godfather, feeling guilty and embarrassed for causing such a scene in the kitchen. Yet there was an instant anger behind their eyes, as Rei and Ava glared at each other. It was normal for siblings to fight over plenty of things but theses two would argue over everything, not making up afterwards either.

Their godfather sighed softly as he watched both of them in silence waiting for an answer that ever came.

Then he spoke, “You know something? There is something I want both of you to understand. Listen good, when I say that you two only have each other. Friends will come and go, they won’t always stay despite your best efforts. But as siblings, that’s a unit that you created for the moment your brought into this family.”

Ava muttered, “But he’s a little smartass, he thinks he’s always right..”

“Cause I am..” Rei added hearing his big sister.

Jason gave them a certain look as he continued, “You two are young, so you don’t get it right now. But there will come a time when you need each other but because you were both so harsh and pigheaded with another, you’re gonna feel alone. You’ll hate each other..despite a little part of you that still loves them..you don’t want to accept that. Then you won’t even want to imagine what happens next to your relationship.”

At those words, the siblings looked at one another then glanced down at the floor, that heavyweight anger started to creep away from their systems. Ava started to feel sorry for her actions as Rei began to feel upset about staring a riot. They knew he was right but didn’t want to admit it. There was another moment of silence in the room, only the small sound of Jason’s biting down on the cookie that didn’t matter to them anymore. The sibling exchange small gestures of apologies toward one another, even apologizing to their godfather as well.

Ava asked, “Did you ever get into fights with your siblings?”

Rei added, “You and auntie Peg look like you could have fought a lot.”

“Well…” Jason replied with a half smile and shrugged, “..yes, me and aunt Peg fought a lot, but we always tried to make up for our mistakes. But I had another sister before her…her name was Dot, she was smart and cunning, she wasn’t ever around to help me…when she was, she treated me like crap, so we always fought..”

“Did you ever forgive her?” Ava asked out of curiosity, hoping for a good answer.

“Uh..we did forgive each other every once in a while..I tried to forgive her, but she never had the courage to forgive me. She was my big sister, I loved her, but she wasn’t really someone I would call to help me if I was in trouble, she would leave me out to dry..”

Rei nodded, “So that’s why you and auntie Peg are good friends..she was like a sister..so you want me and Ava to be like that too?”

“Exactly. You want both of you to look out for each other, make sure you’re alright and not hurt. Not leave the other in the dust.” Jason responded with a smile.

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Cue scenes of Jason playing with his first godchild, Ava Stark, in her bedroom pretending to be Pop Stars. Ava was singing along to Christina Aguilera, Gwen Stefani and Avril Lavigne with a toy guitar in her hands.

Jason was sitting on the floor waving lights around and dressed in a funny hat, pretending to be her producer for a music video. He loved seeing his goddaughter shine acting out magic video footage in her bedroom as he filmed her. At first he didn’t want to be recorded on any cameras but after some encouragement from Tony and the others, she tried it out.

“I'll spread my wings, and I'll learn how to fly. I'll do what it takes 'til I touch the sky. And I'll make a wish, take a chance, make a change.” She sung into her microphone as she played the guitar.

“And break away!” Jason sung along to the lyrics.

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One of the things of having a little girl in the house, songs get repeated every so often you remember the lyrics yourself. Poor man still has Under The Sea stuck in his head from last weekend.

It’s one of those things that carries over every generation of children he gets to know is the music taste, he may not always appreciate or enjoy the music but it does tend to become an enjoyable ear worm for him. If it’s AC/DC album from Tony to Selena Gomez’s Who Say from Rochelle, they tend to get stuck in his head!

He tries to not let everyone in on his own playlist of songs but sometimes it will slip out…

Jason just finished a small meeting with the industry and answering questions from SHIELD investors, who just annoyed him the whole time, and decided to make himself a grilled cheese sandwich. He yelled out if anyone else wanted one but received no answer, so he shrugged, then popped in his ear buds cuing in his playlist. He had a bunch of songs.

“Starring at the blank page before you, open up the dirty window. Let the sun illuminate the words that you cannot find…” He sang out to the lyrics slapping both sides of bread onto the frying pan.

That was when Ethan stumbled into the kitchen saying, “JJ you saying some..”.

He paused noticing that the blonde wasn’t listening and singing instead as Liane bumped into him, she exclaimed to her boyfriend something important but Ethan told her to hush as he pointed out the scene in front of them.

Liane was confused for a moment then squeaked seeing Jason singing out loud as he danced in place, it wasn’t something she saw coming but was more than surprised to see the man was in his element. She smirked to herself wondering what other songs he knew.

A couple of days later, the pair were coming back from their trip to the movie theater as that very song was playing on the radio. The two walked in singing it loud enough to hear along with a group of Taylor Swift songs. Before they knew some of the young avengers were humming the damn tune.

The tall blonde walked past hearing his serenity song being sung, raising an eyebrow at everyone’s actions wondering who else knew about this. Oh god he wasn’t gonna be able to live that one down anytime soon.

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One of the biggest things people always assume is that he was the best parent ever, due to the young avengers always wanting to hang around his chill vibes and warm atmosphere he created.

But the truth is that he wasn’t a freaking super-dad or anything. He grew up with a somewhat rusty alcoholic father and a mother who was always traveling around with her kids, leaving him to pick up the pieces himself when they weren’t at home bricking about something. In response he tried to convince the world he was going to be fine no matter what happened, he even believed it himself.

Jason even promised to make the best he can when he gets the opportunity to be a father himself, in this case an uncle, someone who was there for his kids. He might not know everything or even be skilled at certain aspects of life, but he tries. So when Tony was born he decided he would stick around, live closer to Howard and Maria, but it also meant he would be away for work and signing papers for different aliases. Still, he did it, even though he might not want to talk about it with many.

He keeps himself, cool, calm and composed in collected fashion. Yes, he has his flaws such as drinking, having a temper and smoking (it was for a short period of time, he quit in the early 70s), Jason was still there for Tony. Same thing goes for his godchildren, which is a privilege and gift to watch them grow and learn now, he still has those moments where he ends up not getting enough rest due to taking care of them.

So to Natasha, Tony, Bruce and the other parents he seems like the only well informed and intelligent one when it comes to parenting, it’s only was all due to respect, patience and watching how the ball rolls. He used to put so much pressure on being the awesome uncle and whatnot, then he realized that all you need to do is be there for your kids.

They don’t ask of much, only for you to spend time with them even if you’re far away and need to do a phone call with that. Same thing goes for any relationship romance or platonic, as long they know you’re there for them, that’s what matters.

Like the saying goes, ‘No one is freaking perfect’. He’s still learning how to raise theses guys!

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Nicknames. He doesn’t have nicknames for everyone, only if the person is comfortable with them, of course. But that never stops Jason from making up silly nicknames for the kids, usually they come out naturally without even trying.

Tony has had a few nicknames such as Butterball or Meatball when he was a baby, he was a round cubby little guy. Over the years it was Bambino, Bubba, Tones, Bunny and etc.

Rei was always Bubba, Sonny or Penguin, on occasion he would throw out the Papo (which is what him and his grandmother Maria use to call his father when he was younger)

Liane, he absolutely calls Princess or Your Majesty, when she's being a bit bratty

Rochelle tends to be, Li'l Red

For Cassie, he calls her Goldie cause her hair shines bright like gold in the sun

Melissa gets classic nicknames but he will throw out Peaches or Ladybug

Lydia, due to knowing her skills he will call her Sparrow sometime or just Ly

And the list goes on!

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There has been moments where Jason has took a leap of faith to save his kids. Such as in 2013, when Stark Mansion was attacked and the whole place falling apart he remembered Pepper and Liz's screams as Ava was about to fall off the cliff of their home.

Tony and Rei were busy fighting and trying to get everyone to out of the house safely. But Tony's suit wasn't working correctly either. Jason swooped in, sliding down the rubble and dust coughing as he catches Ava before she can fall.

"Baby look at me! It's okay, I got you.." He said rescuing her, as she clung to him tightly.

The two of them climbed back up the rubble and into the destroyed mansion as Ava went to help the others. The drones just kept on firing and tearing apart the house. Suddenly water took over dunking Jason, Tony, Liz and Rei all down into the ocean as Pepper and the other kids stayed above water.

To say Jason has taken a lot of hits for Tony and the kids was an understatement. For example, that same Christmas in 2013, there a fight on the streets where they landed in after almost drowning, as two crazy bitches was about to attack Rei. Jason choked one of women out as he was stabbed in the side.

The crazy burning women gave Jason some flirty eyes as she did so. He was not pleased. Liz was pissed off having finished fighting some guy to protect Tony.

But she thankfully swoops in wracking the women in a pole as she yelled, "Hands off, bitch!"

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He did have good moment as well, that didn't involve a fight (yet), such as 2015 during a Stark party New York City. The Avengers, young and old just finished a battle, as a party was being made to celebrate.

Jason has been in and out of Stark parties over the years, sometimes he stayed the whole night and or times he went home early. This night felt like a good one, he had his girl with him, his friends were partying and the kids were enjoying themselves.

They all deserve a win.

Hell he even danced a bit, drank a beer with Thor and played pool with Sam. He saw Steve walking away for a moment to text some girl, not declaring on who it is he was messaging, despite Nat and the other teasing him.

Nat even muttered, "Oh I'll find out."

It felt good. He rolled his eyes at Tony's jokes and laughed at others. Soon enough, the party died down as everyone rested around the living room area sharing smiles as they all chatted.

Rick has Rochelle and Luna resting on each of his shoulder, Bruce was chatting with Natasha, Maria Hill was wearing Steve's jacket as she chatted with Liz and Liane was playing with a set of cards with Lydia beating her.

Steve and Thor were sharing another bottle of beer, Tony was grab one for himself and Cole was playing Janga with Rochelle. Everyone was there. Beside it held Thor's precious hammer.

"Come man, it's trick!" Clint exclaimed swirling his drumsticks.

"Dude, I tried lifting it once in New Mexico, it's glued to whatever ground it's on!" Jason added pointing to the hammer.

"Whoever shall be worthy shall have the power! Whatever man, it's a trick."

"Really?"

"Yeah!"

Thor smirked chuckling allowing Clint to take a swing at it. Everyone looked around amused of the honest challenge as Clint stood up smug looping his hand around the handle trying to pick it up. But failed dryly chuckling as he joked.

"Smell the silent judgement." Tony remark.

"Please, Stark, by all means." Clint said returning back to his seat next to his blonde friend.

"Oh this gonna be good.." Liz muttered hearing Liane snort at her comment.

Some of the young heroes wiggled their eyebrows, cracking a few jokes and engaging in conversations as they all watched.

Tony stood up muttering how it was all physic and how he planned to use rule Asgard as Bruce rolled his eyes, watching his friend trying but failed. He even returned with an Iron Man arm to help and lift it. Poor Rhodey was pulled into it too.

"Are you even pulling?" Tony exclaimed.

"Just represent. Pull!" Rhodey told him.

"Alright let's go."

Still nothing. Soon enough, almost everyone tried. Rochelle and Cassie gave it a try, as their eyes flashes trying to find the strength to do it. Rei scoffed as him and Rick round came, believing putting both their heads together they can do it.

Bruce pretended to turn like the Hulk as he pulled, causing a roar of chuckles and laugher from the gang. Nat smiled finding it cute shaking her head. Ethan and Ji-Hoon picked up the pace, but failed.

Liane and Cole teamed up to pick the hammer from it's place on the table. Hell, some of the teammates tried to use magic but instead moved the table and items surrounding it.

Liz and Lydia joined forces, taking the team up route. Tony joked how he tried it already but failed. It went on and on for a while, passing drinks and snacks watching the show of friends take their turn at Thor's challenge.

Then it was Cap's turn.

Steve took a swing of beer before getting up with a smile. His eyes narrowed rolling up his sleeves taking a deep breathe, looping his hands around the handle and pulled.

The Hammer Nudge.

It made a small squeaking noise, some eyes turned gasping to themselves and other didn't even catch wind of it quick enough to catch the moment. Thor's eyes widen as his stress level turned up a little thinking it was dreaming. Steve pulled again, as the hammer stayed in place.

Steve raised his hands in air declaring defeat with a small smile. Thor was chuckling as he said, "Ha! Nothing."

Luna and Natasha didn't even bothering knowing it won't work, despite Bruce and Rick nudging them on. They were smart in a way to watch and laugh the whole go on. Not everyone went, some decided to try again after getting some food in their system.

But again nothing.

"All difference to the man who wouldn't be king. It's rigged." Tony proclaimed searching for another beer.

"You bet your ass." Clint added in agreement.

Maria smirked, "Steve, he said a bad language work."

Steve sighed and looked at Tony as he said, "You tell everyone about that?"

Tony ignored his comment and joked, "The handles imprinted right? Like a security code? Whoever is carrying Thor's fingerprint is, the literal translation."

"If so, then Thor's son or daughter should be able to lift it right?" Rochelle questioned which sparked a whole other conversations among themselves.

One of them wondered who exactly can lift and what would it take to do so.

Thor stood up from the couch, putting his drink down as everyone looked at him.

"Yes, yes, that's a very interesting theory. But got a simpler one." Thor said bending down then lifting his hammer with such ease, "You're all not worthy."

Everyone chuckle, commenting on his words and either rolled their eyes at his answer. Some of them shook their heads, exchanging looks with one another.

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Ahh that's what I got for now!💘 I hope you enjoyed getting to know a little more about Uncle JJ and his group of mishaps he calls children.

Please let me know what you think down below in the comments, any suggests or ideas and etc. ✨ You are more than welcome to write stories involving JJ if you want as well (pls tag me in them!👀)

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hypocriticaltypwriter · 1 year

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Iron Man AU Screenshot Redraws: The Beginning

TW: Blood on the last screenshot!

Original Screenshots do NOT belong to me, and belong to Marvel's Iron Man.

The start of a new Hero... A Man Of Steel.

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suspiciousspidey · 7 months

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Tony Stark Fic Recs

A list of my favorite fics featuring Tony Stark, from tumblr and ao3.

Writers: If you'd like your fic removed from this list, please send me a message!

Reminder: As always, your media consumption is your responsibility. Please read the writers content warnings/tags! And, if you like their work? Spread some love to them!

Drunken Confessions by @larcenywrites

- Tony makes a drunken confession, and a conversation is had the next morning. The smut in this is so sO good.

BOTH Masterlists by @larcenywrites

- Just trust me. It's all good. You want to read it all.

- Author's Summary: "Soulmates AU - Sally Manners has spent her life avoiding the man whose name is etched on the inside of her thigh. Until suddenly she can't. No tie in with any other fics I've written. Tony/OC"

Cover You In Oil by Star_trekkin_across_theuniverse on ao3 (to read this one you must be logged into an ao3 account)

- This is SO GOOD. It's one of the first tony/oc fics I've ever read and it's one I do go back to.

Exile All The Longer by Darsynia on ao3 (also on Tumblr @darsynia)

- Author's Summary: "Tony lost Pepper in the Snap. What he gains, what EARTH gains, is a 'gift' from Thanos: Soulmates. Some say that the mad Titan used the stones to do this out of respect for Earth's role in his grand design, others say it's to make those left behind complacent, docile-- even grateful.

Tony isn't grateful. He's pissed. His Words are a cruel slap in the face, and the whole concept is bullshit. He spends a year doing right by the world with his company and then settles down to build his lake house. Tony falls for his smart, gorgeous architect as easy as breathing, all the while feeling self-righteous about the whole 'inevitability' of Soulmates. He's beat the system, fallen in love the old-fashioned way. All Tony has to do is get her to actually speak to him, instead of by text or email.

And then she does. She says his Words."

- YALL. THE SLOW BURN IN THIS?? Godly. It is SO GOOD. So detailed. The angst??? Whoooo buddy. This fic had me on the edge of my seat, biting my fist, it was that good. It had me by the throat and honestly it still does. I should probably be embarrassed of how many times I've reread it, but I'm not.

Two Wicks, One Flame by AmberSnapeBlack on ao3

- Author's Summary: "Emma has had it rough her whole life. Her experiences have shaped her into who she is today, a twenty three year old bus girl with no self esteem or backbone. She hates the lime light...well she hates socializing at all. She has never paid her soul mark any mind. Most days, she forgets it even exists. That will change for her in a way she never anticipated.

What comes with bearing the soul mark of the man who is the forefront of the Avengers? Who is almost always in lime light? Who is possibly, already taken? Does she want to know?"

- SUCH A GOOD FIC. You can't help but root for Emma. There are real sweet parts but some real angsty ones too. Also, it was interesting to read a fic with Pep being a not-so-nice-guy.

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Bruce Banner x Reader(?)!

A/N: i’m revamping all my old one shots from wattpad and ao3 and posting them here so there will be a spam of it.

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Please don’t translate, no permission to repost any of my writing anywhere, and do not copy and claim it as your own.

Warnings: smut, breeding kink without pregnancy, praising kink, teasing

Pairings: Mdom!Bruce x Fsub!Reader

18+! If you continue reading, you are acknowledging that you are 18+ and that you have read the warnings.

Everyone sat at the table trying to plan out how tomorrow was gonna go. Loki could come any moment so we have to be ready for his arrival.

As Steve spoke, I felt Bruce place his hand on my thigh, slowly moving closer to my crotch. I shuffled my legs, biting the inside of my cheek as he squeezed slightly.

He moved a bit closer causing me to place my hand on his, rubbing his knuckles gently.

Fury sighed, drawing my attention back. "Alright, let's try to sleep on it. In the morning we'll try planning again."

Everyone nodded, turning to each other. Bruce lifted his hand from my thigh to stand up.

"Goodnight." Tony said, scratching his head as he walked to his room.

I stood up, holding my hands together infront of me. "Goodnight." I spoke before going to Bruce's room, he was behind me.

A laugh slipped from my lips as we walked in his room.

"What?" He smiled softly, turning on the light.

"What was that?" I asked him with a wide smile spread across my face.

He sighed and walked closer to me, grabbing my hands. "Well I read somewhere that sex helps you think."

"Oh really? Where did you read that? I wanna see the website." I smiled back at him sarcastically.

He rolled his eyes jokingly, letting go of my hands.

My eyes flicked around his body for a second before I kissed him. He smiled into the kiss, tapping my legs to lift me up. I jumped, wrapping my legs around him, not breaking the kiss.

We pulled away to breath for a second as he brought me to the bed, placing me on it gently.

"What happened to shy banner hm?" I smiled at him as he climbed over me.

He smiled a little. "He's still here, just not at this moment."

I kissed him again before he pulled away to unbutton his top, throwing it to the side. His hands met the sides of my face as he kissed me once more, traveling his hands down to my tits then down to my hips. I bucked against his leg as he placed it in between mine.

"Excited?" He laughed a little, looking down at me.

I rolled my eyes sarcastically, a smile forming against my lips as my cheeks began to heat up.

He laughed before tugging at my shirt asking to take it off. I nodded and pulled it off myself.

His eyes lit up as he looked down at my body, a toothy smile spreading across his face. “So beautiful.” His lips kissed my breasts softly. “My gorgeous girl.” His words made my heart flutter.

I felt his hands rub against my stomach before gliding down to the rim of my pants, dragging them off. I helped take them off all the way.

His fingers pressed against my thighs gently before he buried his face in my neck. "You're so gorgeous. Sweet girl." His voice vibrated against my neck, sending chills down my spine. A shaky breath escaped my lips as I felt his thumb rub circles against my clit through my panties.

A smile crept against my neck as I whimpered under him.

I began bucking my hips to get a bit more friction, causing him to grab my thigh harshly with his other hand. He received a slight groan in annoyance from me.

"Be patient," he smiled softly before removing his face from my neck, now looking at me.

Butterflies filled my stomach as we made eye contact, my face flushed a shade of pink before I covered it with my hands. I felt him remove his hands from my lower body and gently move my hands from my face. “Don’t cover your face, I wanna watch my beautiful girl as I please her.”

I blushed more, whining under him before bucking myself against his leg once more. "Please. Fuck me."

He smiled at me. "Are you sure?"

I nodded my head 'yes' almost immediately.

He shrugged, moving his leg from in-between mine before he moved his hands to the top of my underwear, pulling them down slowly. He tossed them to the side, now reaching his hand down to his pants and unbuckling his belt.

My eyes traveled down to his hands, watching him take the belt off, gently tossing it off the bed. He unbuttoned his pants, pulling them down. I felt myself getting wetter. My legs pressed against each other slightly, rubbing together to create friction. I need him.

"Rio, dim the lights." I spoke out loud.

"Dimming lights." My robot replied, the lights dimming enough for us to still see each other.

I felt him grab my thighs gently, spreading them.

"Are you ready?" He asked.

"Yes." I mumbled, placing my hand on his as it rested on my thigh still.

He smiled and adjusted himself, his tip grazed against the entrance of my pussy. A shaky breath escaped my lips again before he lined himself up and entered me. I let out a small moan as he moved his hands from my thighs, wrapping one arm under my back and the other under my neck He buried his face into my neck before I heard a shaky whimper come from him as he bucked into me more. "Fuck." I moaned quietly.

A little moan from him rung in my ears, sending a wave of pleasure throughout my whole body as my pussy spasmed around his cock.

He removed his arms from around me, grabbing my hips. His face was still buried in my neck.

He whimpered in my ear, "Can i speed up?" I nodded in return. "Oh fuck." He pumped deeper into me, mumbling.

I felt him bury his full length inside of me before pulling out and slamming back in quickly. I moaned in surprise before he placed his hand against my mouth, silencing my moans.

He pounded into me, each time going deeper and faster. I felt him slam against my g-spot with every thrust.

"God," he groaned before removing his face from my neck.

"Try to suppress your moans, okay?" He spoke softly. I nodded a little before he removed his hand from my mouth.

He shuddered softly. "You're doing so good."

A whimper escaped my lips as I listened to him speak. His voice turns me on so much.

He kissed my lips as he continued to buck into me harshly, I groaned in pain and pleasure while he fucked me harder.

He pulled away from the kiss, his face returning to my neck. His lips grazed against my neck as he pumped in and out of me a bit softer now. I moved my hips slightly, creating a pattern. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as I shut them, listening to him whisper sweet nothings into my ear.

I felt myself getting close to the edge, a knot building up in my stomach as he thrusted into me. "I'm close." I moaned out quietly.

"Me too." He grunted, breathing heavily.

He thrusted into me harder, pushing me into the bed more. I let out a loud moan, causing him to quickly push his lips against mine. "Shhh." He moaned against them. I felt my high getting closer, my eyes squeezed shut as he pounded harder into me. We moaned in unison against each other's lips as I released all over him. My walls clenching around him tightly while I wrapped my arms around his back, scratching him.

"O-h shit. Hah~." He whimpered as I felt his dick twitch inside of me, his warm liquid filling me up.

My high came down and I realized what he just did. "Did you just?" I breathed out heavily as he still laid over me, not pulling out yet. I watched his whole body shake from the orgasm, his chest twitched in before he thrusted his cum deeper into me, pulling out.

"Crap.." he mumbled. "I'm sorry,"

"It's okay, Im on the pill." I let out a shaky breath before he rolled off of me gently, now laying next to me. "Fuck." He mumbled in pleasure.

I felt his cum drip out of me before I sat up. I leaned over and kissed him, he returned the kiss right before I stood up and walked to our bathroom.

A shaky sigh escaped my lips as I sat down on the toilet.

Once I was finished, I walked out of the bathroom, grabbing a pair of his boxers out of the drawer and pulling them onto myself. I returned back to the bed, laying next to him. Assuming he put boxers on when I was going to the bathroom because he had some on now.

I rolled over to face him, placing my hand on his chest and laying my head against him. "I love you." I mumbled into his side.

"I love you too," he wrapped one arm around my back, placing the other on my hand.

My eyes shut as we drifted off to sleep together.

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I woke up next to Bruce, sitting up. My chest cold as the breeze from the AC blew against my bare skin.

My head turned to him before I laid back down and turned towards his face. I pushed his curly hair behind his ear with my fingers, smiling at him. My lips pressed against his forehead. "God I love you." I mumbled, before turning my back towards him and scooting a little closer to his chest.

He wrapped his arms around me lazily, pulling me closer to him. His arms were wrapped around my stomach as my back laid against his chest.

I felt him lay small kisses on my back and shoulder. "I love you more." His smile formed against my back. My heart fluttered slightly as his words.

We heard a knock on our door. "Wake up sleepy heads." Tony's voice came from the other side. "Come on we have to get ready."

I laughed a bit. "He acts like a dad."

Bruce chuckled as we sat up. I yawned. "Rio open the curtains please."

"Opening curtains." My robot replied before the curtains opened, the bright light shining through.

"Thanks." I grumbled, pulling my feet to the side of the bed.

Bruce groaned behind me, causing me to look back quickly. "You okay?"

He looked at me before nodding. I smiled at him and stood up from the bed, grabbing some clothes from the drawer.

Bruce and I got dressed, leaving the room together. As we walked into the meeting room everyone looked at us.

"What?" I asked, confused.

"So what was going on last night?" Thor asked, smiling with his eyebrows raised as he looked at bruce and I.

My face flushed red while I hid behind Bruce slightly.

Everyone at the table laughed a bit before fury walked in.

"Morning everyone. I hope you all slept well. Now let's do this." He said, sitting at the table. Bruce grabbed my hand and pulled me over to the table with him. We both sat down and got to work.

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hannibals-favourite-meal · 2 years

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Can you write a pt.2 of "and baby makes three" with them and the baby? A cute little boy, a copy of Tony ❤️

Maybe One More

Tony Stark x Wife!reader

Tony’s ready for more

Warnings: breast-feeding, implied smut, suggestive comments, fluff, dad!Tony

WC: 1.8k

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And Baby Makes Three (Part 1)

A groan escaped Tony’s lips as the smell of coffee filled his senses. He heard a little giggle and then a small hand landed a surprisingly powerful slap to his cheek. “Dada!” A smile came over his face but he quickly hid it and pretended to sleep.

“Ma!” The little voice called out. “Go on baby, wake up dada.” Tony melted at the sound of your voice but kept up the charade. Two chubby hands buried in his black hair and pulled. “Ah! Ah!” He winced, lifting his head. Leo was sitting on the bench next to him, a huge smile behind his Iron Man pacifier, brown eyes twinkling with joy.

“Dada!” He screeched and dove forward, falling into his father’s open arms, snuggling into his hard chest not minding the arc reactor pushing into his plump cheek. “Good morning little man.” “Good morning to you too, my love.” A huge mug of coffee was placed by his computer as you delicately kissed his forehead. “Good morning beautiful wife.” He smirked, calloused hand reaching out to wrap around your neck and bring your face down to his for a passionate kiss.

Evidently his son didn’t like not being the center of attention because he whined loudly and as Tony looked down at him, he saw a lone tear fall from his big eyes and run down his s/c cheek. His heart clenched at the sight and hugged his little body closer, cooing, and rocking back and forth. “Oh no, don’t cry it’s ok.” You just chuckled beside him, perching yourself on the table.

“He can play you like a fiddle.” Tony gasped. “Don’t talk about my son like that. He’s perfect.” Leo gave you a little stink eye, scarily similar to his father’s. “Oh so he’s your son now?” You humoured him, delicate fingers tickling the baby’s chin to which he gave a perfect little baby giggle, squirming on your husband’s lap.

Since the moment you got those two pink lines on the pregnancy test, Tony stepped away from everything, no more missions, limited time at Stark Industries and only a few hours in the lab each week. He dedicated every waking moment to catering to your needs. He cried when you learned you were pregnant with a little boy and then once again when he held little Leonardo Alexander Stark who was born on the first day of spring.

You should’ve known that little Leo would take after Tony. He couldn’t stand to be away from his dada for long, loving to be in the lab with him as he worked (on non-dangerous projects of course), even adopting the cute head tilt Tony did when he was confused by something. It was definitely a strange family bonding moment, when you would come down to feed him, sitting on the couch by his favourite lab bench specifically put there so you could breast-feed in comfort.

Leo looked up at his dad, completely mesmerised by his smile. “I’m the one that carried him for 9 months and it’s like I don’t exist except for milk.” “Aw don’t say that, he’s just a smart little man that wants to be just like dada. Huh baby?” He gave a nonsensical babble in response, turning in his spot to reach for the novelty mug, fascinated by the dark liquid inside.

“No no. That’s for grown ups, bambino.” He yanked the cup away from him and brought it to his lips so he could finally get some caffeine in his system. Leo’s dark eyebrows scrunched and you could practically see the gears turning over in his mind as he studied the cup and its proximity to him. A chunky arm moved away from holding Tony’s shirt and stretched out, almost like he was testing his reach but he quickly pulled the limb back to his small body.

As soon as Tony put the mug back down on the metal table, Leo’s arm shot out once more and he grabbed the handle tightly, smiling victoriously behind his dummy. You giggled and gently pried the cup from his surprisingly strong grasp, his glare returning. “So what have you been working on dear?” You gestured to the computer in front of him.

A slight dusting of pink spread across his scruffy cheeks. “Nothing.” You smirked, he was quite obviously hiding something. “Well it has to be something big, you were down here all night.” You teased, leaning back on your hands. “You missed bath time and you hate missing bath time.” Tony’s brown eyes avoided your gaze, focusing instead on your son who looked like he was plotting your demise for taking his dada’s favourite drink away from him.

“I just lost track of time.” He muttered. “Dada!” Leo shouted, a chubby finger pointing at you, like he was trying to get you in trouble. “Alright my little scientist, you need your breakfast.” With a considerable fight, you pried him from Tony’s arms and slipped from the table, pulling your shirt off to throw at your husband’s head.

Settling on the very very expensive couch, Leo calmed down, happy at the prospect of getting fed. You unhook one side of your nursing bra and Leo happily spit out his dummy into your hand, immediately latching onto your nipple. As your milk began to flow, you gave a big sigh, the pressure on your breast lessening.

You ran your fingers through his dark whips hair, his eyes fluttering shut. Tony watched on in awe, like he always did, but today he was quiet. Usually, he’d make little comments about how good your tits looked, a compliment you received every day, or how beautiful you were. “Tones? What’s wrong?” He shook his head, rubbing his facial hair, a tell-tale sign of his anxiety. “My love, talk to me.” You reached a hand out, inviting him onto the sofa with you.

“I was just thinking about something last night.” “That’s dangerous.” He gave you a stink-eye but his shoulders relaxed, the tension having been broken. You bounced slightly as he plopped down beside you, snaking a strong arm around your thick waist, the other coming to rest on your big thigh. “He’s beautiful.” He whispered, like he didn’t want you to hear. “He is exactly like you, my love.” “I want another.” His eyes couldn’t meet yours, he seemed terrified. “Leo’s almost a year old now, and I was thinking, what if he had a little sister.”

Your heart melted. “How can you be so sure the next one will be a girl?” You teased, nudging his shoulder. “Didn’t you know, I’m a genius, I know these things.” “Of course dear.” You dismissed. “What! You don’t believe me?!” He stood, pointing a finger at you. “I didn’t say that.”

“Oh you’re gonna get it. Today I make this vow, by this time next year, we will have a little girl. I vow it!” You laughed quietly, trying not to disturb your son. He gave a little grumble, one eye cracking open to glare at you, the same look his father was giving you at the moment. “Alright my love. If you’re sure you want to go through all this again, we can start trying for another.” Tony beamed that smile you loved so much, the same one he had when Leo was first born.

He delicately took your face in his hands, kissing your lips gently. “I love you. You’ve given me so much and I have no idea how I will ever make it up to you.” “Keep being a wonderful father and husband.” You went in for another kiss but was interrupted by a small hand slapping your collarbone. You laughed and shifted Leo to your other breast, letting him continue his breakfast.

“You are a wonder.” “Organise a babysitter for this monster for this weekend and we’ll see about getting a jumpstart on making that little girl.” You had never seen Tony run so fast in your life.

One year later.

“Mama! Look at me!” Leo ran into your room, throwing himself onto the bed. Your hand shot out, catching his little head before he could face plant into your plump stomach. He scrambled back up to his knees, a huge smile on his face. “Mama! Look!” He threw his arms out in an attempt to show you what he was wearing. “Oh baby, remember, we gotta be quiet.” “Sorry mama.” He tried to whisper.

You smiled lovingly at him. “Now show me what you’re wearing.” “Like dada!” He whisper-yelled. Your little boy was wearing a small AC-DC shirt that he had gotten for Christmas with dark-wash jeans and an exact replica of the famous Tony Stark sunglasses. “Oh so handsome!” You praised, pulling the shirt down so it covered his chubby tummy. “Like dada?” “Even more handsome than dada!”

He squealed and laid a sloppy kiss to your cheek. “I resent that.” The raspy voice of your husband called out from the doorway. “Well this little man is the most handsome, smartest little boy on the planet.” You wrapped a soft arm around your boy to pull him closer to you, lathering his face with kisses that made him giggle.

Tony rounded the bed, big hand resting on Leo’s head as he pecked your forehead. “How are our girls doing?” The bundle in your arms squirmed, the noise interrupting her post-feed nap. “We’re good. She’s had a good long feed so I think she’ll be out for a while.” Leo pulled the blanket back slightly so he could get a good look at his little sister’s sleeping face. “Hi Nova.”

You and your husband stayed silent, lovingly watching Leo interact with his month old sister. Leo was utterly enamoured by her, especially since he picked out her name. “Mama, we dress up Nova too?” “Who do you wanna dress her as?” “Mama! Cause mama so pretty!” Your chest tightened with emotion. “Oh baby, you’re so sweet.”

“He’s just telling the truth.” Tony shrugged as he reached out and picked Leo up by his waist, setting him on his lap so they both could sit next to you. “We’re so lucky, mama and Nova are the most beautiful girls in the world.” Your son nodded frantically in agreement. “So pretty.”

You cupped Tony’s jaw. “And we’re lucky to have the most handsome men in the universe look after us.” “Love you mama.” “Love you too baby.” You laid a little kiss on his dark hair. “Are you tired love?” “Yeah, I could do with a nap.”

“How about we all have a little sleep together and then take this look out on the town.” “That sounds lovely.” Your voice was already slurring with the beginning of sleep. You shuffled further down your pillows so Nova could lay flat on your chest, Leo curling up in the crook of your arm and your head resting on Tony’s bicep.

Sleep overcame the three of you easily but Tony couldn’t tear his eyes away from his family. How had he denied himself this kind of joy for so long? How had he denied you this happiness? He loved you all so much, too much.

“Maybe one more wouldn’t be so bad.” He whispered to no one in particular. “I will cut off your balls.” You muttered sleepily. He looked down at you with literal heart eyes. “I know.”

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goddess-mixmi · 8 months

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King Killmonger and his Queen Tempest🖤✨

As mentioned before Imani had been in small relationships with Erik Stevens before she realized Bucky had feelings for her. Both Erik and Imani had quite a lot of similarities, dead parents, being seen as outsiders despite being Wakandan, and wanting to give aid to people who look like them that can’t protect themselves. Imani didn’t think she was capable of love until she met him, he made her fell less alone.

Erik himself had a bit of a idolizing crush on her when she was first seen as Tempest and now he had a chance to be with him despite her trying to kill him at first for defeating T’Challa. Now she definitely could’ve held her own against him if her superpowers weren’t being restricted and he could’ve felt with her but he didn’t. He wanted her and she wanted him so he decided he’d marry her once everything was set in place. Imani almost got through to him about his motives being quite intense and promised to help the country that raised her and more when she becomes queen but it all went downhill in the end. And before he died he said he truly liked her, even left her with two kids of her own ( and depression too😭)

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shewhohangsoutincemeteries · 1 year

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quick question

Tony Stark x GN!Reader

Prompt: "are you seriously calling me right now?”

Summary: the avengers are in the middle of yet another battle with hydra, but that won’t stop tony from continuing your conversation from earlier.

Warnings: fluff, canon-level violence, sexual situations, and I did not proof-read.

Word Count: 2,201

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Ducking under a wild shot from a HYDRA agent’s blaster, you urged the cowering civilians across the street as you raised your arm and fired a return shot from the repulsor gauntlet on your left hand. One of them screamed as your pulse met with one of HYDRA’s jeeps, and the front of it exploded, sending enemy agents scrabbling for cover.

“Miss Y/L/N,” JARVIS said over the comms device in your ear, sounding almost apologetic at the interruption. You paused long enough to see Widow guide the civilians out of danger before you sprinted across the concourse, jumping and sliding over another car’s bonnet. You landed on your feet, punching a HYDRA gunner across the face, hard enough to knock him unconscious, before he could recover from the blast and mount another attack. “Mr. Stark would like a word.”

“Is he not busy enough right now?” you replied, blocking another agents fist with your forearm while firing another repulsor blast at his friend. You swung your arm around, firing another shot into the man’s stomach. You heard another repulsor fire somewhere above.

“He is being rather insistent, Miss.”

“When is he not?” you replied with a roll of your eyes as you heard the connection beep as another channel opened. “A little busy here at the moment, honey.”

“Have I mentioned how adorable it is when you use pet names while kicking ass?”

“Tony,” you replied exasperatedly, ducking automatically as you heard a blast go off overhead. A chunk of the wall ten feet to your left fell to the ground, setting off a nearby car alarm. “Are you seriously calling me right now?”

“We didn’t get to finish our conversation.” he said it as though you’d simply fallen into a bad cell area halfway through a phone call.

“And it couldn’t wait to continue until after everybody was done trying to kill us?” you asked. A HYDRA agent came slowly around the corner you were hiding behind, gun raised in the hopes of catching you off-guard. You punched him hard in the throat, his gun falling to clatter against the pavement. Kicking him in the stomach, you sent him sprawling to ground alongside it before he could regain his composure. “Maybe once we’re back in the States and not actively avoiding getting shot? Just a suggestion.”

You pressed down on the man’s throat with your boot as you picked up the fallen gun until he fell unconscious. Tony chuckled in your ear as you aimed the gun at an approaching Jeep and emptied the clip into its engine block. Ducking back behind the wall as it exploded, you winced at the sound of it.

“But you make it look so effortless,” he teased. “What you just did there? That was hot.”

“Keep it in your pants, Stark.” you replied dryly despite the hint of an amused smile threatening to color your features. “Not all of us have Stark Tech that extends beyond the elbow. So, some of us need to pay slightly more attention than others.”

“You want an upgrade; just say the word.” he offered despite already knowing your answer. You were far too claustrophobic to wear one of his suits of armor. “But in the meantime…”

You sighed, tossing the gun aside. Spotting another agent lining up a shot towards Steve – who was currently pulverizing a guy about forty feet ahead of you – you raised your gauntlet and fired. You turned away before the shot met its target, your bare hand moving to your ear and adjusting your comms’ volume. “Damn it, Tony. You’re exhausting.”

“I thought you liked that about me, sweetheart.” you could almost see that infuriatingly self-assured smirk of his.

“I’m hanging up now, honey.”

Your hair caught in the sudden wind as Tony blew past overhead. He banked left, coming to an abrupt stop as he fired repulsor blasts from both hands at the approaching soldiers. Rolling your eyes, you came to a stop as he flew down and landed in front of you, his helmet opening. His hair disheveled and his face flushed with the excitement of the battle, he smiled widely at you, the chaos apparently forgotten now he was with you.

“Hi.”

“Tony—”

He held up a hand, his eyes begging for patience. There was a strange mix of emotions on his face; that familiar blend of amusement and unwavering affection was warring with what you could almost swear were… nerves? “I just have one question, okay?”

“And it couldn’t wait until we were back on the jet?” your earlier exasperation dissipated with his expression. Your own nerves rose in your stomach, completely independent of the chaos around you.

The two of you had only been dating for a few months, and part of you had been relieved when your earlier conversation had been cut short. It scared you sometimes, how deeply you felt for him. Part of what had drawn you to him had been his reputation, as strange as that was. But his fabled proclivity for casual flings and one night stands had meant, in your mind, that you didn’t need to worry about getting too close. Or getting hurt.

But that famous sluttiness had apparently proven false, and despite your own reluctance for anything serious, the two of you had fallen into something akin to a relationship.

* * *

Leaning back against his chest, you smiled as you felt his arms wind around your waist, his hands clasping together in front of you. You turned your head to the side, pressing a kiss to the corner of his jaw. Tony smiled, catching your lips with his own.

“You know, eventually I will actually have to go home,” you pointed out as you parted, fingers sliding over his hands. Tony turned his hands under yours, interlacing your fingers idly. “Pretty sure I left a couple of dishes in the sink, and if they go unwashed much longer, they might gain sentience and rise up against us.”

“My God, you know just what to say to turn me on.” Tony joked, his lips brushing over your temple as you rested your head back against his shoulder. “Tell me more.”

“Oh, shut up.” you replied with a roll of your eyes. “Not all of us can afford a staff of twenty.”

“Twenty? Really?” Tony said thoughtfully. “I thought I had more than that.”

“Tony, don’t be gouache.”

He chuckled in your ear.

“Insulting me in French?” he asked, and you shivered as his teeth grazing the shell of your ear. One of his hands released yours, moving to skim teasingly over the sensitive skin between your thighs. “It’s like you’re trying to seduce me.”

“You can’t seriously be ready to go again already.” you said, a smile playing on your lips. You could still feel yourself tingling from what the two of you had just done, your body practically melted against his.

“Not quite…” he murmured, balling his fist between your thighs to force them further apart gently. You whined as he moved his hands to graze over your cunt. “But I can think of a few things to do in the meantime.”

“We so don’t have time for this, Tone.” you pointed out, pushing his hand away. You shied away from him as you felt his lips on your neck, and Tony pouted up at you as you stood. You collected your discarded clothes from where they’d fallen on the carpet, sorting through them for your underwear. “I really do need to go home. Even if it’s just to do laundry.”

“I actually had a thought about that.”

“About laundry?”

Tony smiled indulgently, reaching behind him to rescue your bra from where it was hanging over his headboard. He tossed it to you, and you caught it one-handed, swinging it onto your arms and clipping it behind your back in one fluid motion. “How do you manage to make getting dressed sexy?”

You smirked, shaking your head in amusement. “You should see me put on thigh-highs.”

“Ooh.” Tony grinned, his bottom lip catching between his teeth. “Yes, please.”

“Behave yourself, and you just might.”

“Yes, ma’am.” he gave you a teasing salute with two fingers before running his fingers through his hair, disheveling it further. “But before you so rudely distracted me—”

“Uh-huh.”

“I was talking about your living arrange—”

Your phone rang suddenly, and Tony sighed as you immediately snatched it up from the bedside table and swiped to answer. Old habits trained into you by years in the military and more in SHIELD were hard to break. “Y/L/N.”

* * *

“Tony…”

He held up a finger, his other hand rising to fire another repulsor blast without his eyes leaving your own. There was a small explosion as it met its target, but neither of you flinched. “Let me just get it out before we get distracted again. Please.”

Trying to ignore the insecurities bubbling inside you, you raised a brow. “This isn’t distracting enough?”

“This?” he asked, an almost amused smirk touching his lips. “This is basically an average Tuesday for the two of us.”

“Fair point,” you agreed, leaning to the side and firing a repulsor of your own under his still-raised arm. It met its target, and you straightened again. “But we probably shouldn’t be standing out in the open like this. We should—"

“Move in with me.”

You stopped short, shock forcing the words to die on your lips. Instead, you blinked, the confused beginnings of a laugh bubbling out of you. “What?”

Tony shrugged as though nonchalant, but you could see that same uncertainty in his eyes. That same earnestness. “Move in with me. Into the Tower.”

“Tone—”

“You practically live there already, and you have to admit, my digs are a whole lot better than yours.” he said. “No angry neighbors that make the whole building smell like soup, for one.”

“Tony.”

“Or at least, none that make it smell like soup. Romanoff tends to be a little snippy whenever she visits—”

“Stark, I swear to God, if you don’t let me talk soon, I’m going to—” you ducked automatically at the sudden sound of gunfire, turning in the same motion. The two of you fired repulsors at the same time, and the approaching Jeep’s engine exploded. You straightened slowly, meeting his eye again as you blew wayward hair out of your face. “You’re serious?”

“As I ever am.”

When you raised a brow, he reached up, the cold metal of his gauntlet brushing against your cheek as he tucked the hair behind your ear.

“I’m serious, sweetheart. Move in with me. I kind of like having you around.”

You chuckled, shaking your head in amusement. And, despite your better judgement, despite everything in your past that reminded you that attachments were a bad idea, you said: “Well, how could I resist a line as romantic as that?”

Tony broke into a wide, dazzling grin that made your heart swell in your chest in a way that both thrilled and terrified you. You felt his hand on your hip and—

“This is really cute and all, but I swear, if you two kiss right now, I’m going to shoot you myself.”

You jumped at the sudden intrusion of Natasha’s voice in your ear, and you set a glare on Tony. You would have thumped him in the arm if it wasn’t for the armor. “You didn’t open a private channel?”

“We’re in the middle of a fight,” he said, giddy smile still firmly in place. “Wouldn’t want you to get distracted.”

“Are you kidding, Widow?” Clint chimed in from his position above. “I’m just impressed we finally saw a crack in that stoic armor of Y/L/N’s. It’s been, what, two years? And I think I’ve seen them smile twice.”

“Three times.” Steve corrected, amusement of his own coloring what was clearly supposed to be annoyance at the distraction. “There was that time you fell down the stairs.”

“One step! I missed one step!”

“And it was hilarious.” you said, pointedly deadpan. “Don’t we have a job to do?”

“Oh, no, Y/N.” Clint replied. “You can’t go back to that block-of-granite-exterior now that we’ve seen your soft and gooey marshmallow center…”

“What kind of statue are you inventing?”

“…You’re just a big softie. There’s no denying it.”

“Yeah?” you said. “You want to come down here and test that theory out?”

“…No.”

“Alright, team, focus up.” Steve interjected, his voice far more commanding than before. It was enough for you to stop from shooting back another comment. “Civilians are clear. We need to take out the command center two blocks east.”

You muted your end of the comms after confirming, meeting Tony’s eye. “You’re such a dick, Stark.”

“All part of my charm,” he replied, still annoyingly proud. He leaned in to steal a quick kiss, his nose bumping against yours briefly as you parted. “Tell you what, you can teach me a lesson when we get home.”

You smirked, shouting after him as his helmet snapped shut and he rose into the air. “Count on it!”

Happy Holidays everyone!

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Modern Mythology | Ch1

(Tony Stark/OC; soulmate AU pre-Ultron, in 3 parts)

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Summary: Abigail Carson takes a chance on a second job as a courier in the hopes that it'll help her find her soulmate, whose words on her skin imply that he's signing for a package she delivers. When she hears the words spoken by Tony Stark, though, Abbi has second thoughts. She's practically a nobody!

Length: 3,974

MY MASTERLIST | NEXT CHAPTER

Taglist: @starryeyes2000 @raith-way @arrthurpendragon, @starksbf

Excerpt:

Abbi pulled out the small clipboard from her pocket, flipped to the blank back of the package acceptance template, and wrote a message on it, sideways, in large block letters.

‘I AM NOT YOUR SOULMATE IF I HAVEN’T SAID YOUR WORDS!’

She held it up for when he turned around from scaring away her ride back to work. It took a little while, because unbelievably, the taxi driver was congratulating Stark on such a momentous occasion. Finally, he hit the top of the taxi with his Iron Man gauntlet and the woman drove away. A black SUV pulled up in its place almost immediately. As soon as he saw her holding up the clipboard, Stark came over to read it, standing too close for her comfort.

Abbi made the mistake of watching his face as he read. He’d walked over with an amused confidence, but a wall of defensiveness seemed to rise up in his expression and he looked her right in her eyes as soon as he finished reading.

“What, the giant tower and superhero suit didn’t go in the ‘Pros’ column?”

Chapter One: Goddess Observed

When Abigail’s mother pressed her to find her soulmate, Abbi had no idea that she’d learn that there was an underground courier culture in New York City. Her job at Vail & Nysa was great, even though she’d always wanted to finish her law degree, but there would be time for that someday. For now, being a paralegal was close enough, and it had unexpectedly opened up a secondary opportunity.

Apparently, there were levels of being a courier. Abbi had thought that she’d end up picking up and dropping off things in lobbies here and there on her way to work and on her lunch break. But as soon as she walked into the downtown office of You Send Me, the receptionist took one look at her professional clothing and sent her upstairs. There wasn’t a receptionist there, just a clipboard with names that had been blacked out as they were seen, it looked like. Hoping this wasn’t a secret first step to a fifty-step process of earning a job at Google she didn’t intend on taking, Abbi wrote down Abigail Carson and sat down to wait with her hands in her lap. Work had been a half day anyway, so she had the time to find out what kind of mysterious chance she might be given.

It took almost a half hour. She (of course) didn’t check her watch, certain that that would be noticed. The longer she sat, the more Abbi was consumed with curiosity. As much as she could, though, she kept her green eyes trained on a spot on the wall in front of her, and tried not to touch the chignon her shoulder-length brown hair was styled into. Inside, her mind swirled with possibilities. Outside, she was the picture of a calm, collected young woman.

“Ms. Carson?” The speaker was an older woman garbed in rich purple and covered with jewelry. Sometimes Abbi really loved when New York City lived up to its mythos.

As it turned out, You Send Me had a higher-end courier business whose employees were hand-picked and mostly consisted of young women dressed as if for the boardroom or court. At its heart, Courier and Ives was, Mrs. Violet Walsingham told Abbi, a business trying to cater to companies who didn’t want a disruptive, enthusiastic young delivery person in street clothes bopping in to deliver something sensitive or vital in nature.

That was when Abbi asked point-blank if it was a disguised escort service. Mrs. Walsingham cackled and begged her to sign up, even if she only delivered packages once a week. She told Abbi that while yes, professional young women rarely had the chance to meet men outside their own office during work hours, and Courier and Ives did end up facilitating that sometimes, their reputation as a courier service was impeccable.

Abbi showed the woman her soulmark, confessed her reasons for applying, and was told she was exactly the kind of young woman they were looking for.

Her mother was full of delight when Abbi told her about what happened. Demi Carson had lived an adventurous life, and she was always encouraging Abbi to live hers to the fullest as much as possible. Their family vacations were always to as exotic a location as they could afford, the schedule packed with anything that looked unique and challenging. They hadn’t always felt safe but they’d always had a good story to tell later.

Secretly, Abbi had always wondered if her mom had married Atticus Carson because his name was unique. Her father had been dour but loving, and any fights she’d ever observed had stemmed from a conflict of personalities. That conflict was embodied in Abbi herself in many ways-- she was adventurous but economical, free-spirited as much as possible while still grounded in the here and now. If it was within her budget and didn’t risk her future, Abigail Carson liked taking a chance on something exciting.

Courier and Ives was right up her alley. She couldn’t wait to start.

Her biggest hope was that she’d run into her soulmate, who would be an up-and-coming executive type with a head for business and a heart for taking a few measured chances. Her biggest fear was that her soulmate would actually turn out to be a big-spender, big-risk type of guy whose lifestyle would fill her with the kind of dread she watched her father deal with when her mother was in one of her moods. Before they’d lost him to a heart attack, her father had told her he’d loved his life, and the only thing he would have changed was perhaps trying to temper his wife’s most grandiose tendencies. Abbi’s soulmark did imply that the speaker would be someone who wouldn’t ordinarily take deliveries, but she didn’t worry about that too much. If he was her soulmate, they were made for each other, and it would be worth it, just like her parents’ marriage was. They’d been soulmates too.

By a month into the job, Abbi was starting to enjoy the excited rush she felt every time she walked up to a man to hand over a discreet package. Her soulmate words had turned a job that already let her observe various exclusive offices and meetings into an exciting chance at a new life! She got a message every few days, though today had been day four since her last one. When she stopped by on her lunch hour to pick it up, she was surprised to see that it was to Avengers Tower.

The re-named Stark Tower was a different kind of ‘exclusive’ than the expensive, chic office spaces that Courier and Ives women were often sent to. There wasn’t just a chance at running into a wealthy executive there, but also bona-fide superheroes. It was a plum job, and Abbi was the newest employee. She asked Mrs. Walsingham if there had been a mistake.

“No mistake, sweetheart! We accepted delivery of this item from a confidential source and it needs to be run over to the tower. You’re the only one with availability in the next hour. If Minthe Lawson gives you grief about it, you come to me, got it?” The kindly old lady gave Abbi a once-over. “That gold-colored suit is absolutely stunning. One of Stark’s favorite colors, I hear!”

Inwardly, Abbi winced. Anthony Stark was one person she would be happy to miss seeing-- as handsome as he was, the man was a walking PR disaster. Reportedly, he’d been building some kind of robot army after his girlfriend and CEO of his company had left him a few months ago. Just being an unfamiliar young woman in his general proximity would probably be enough to get his attention nowadays, or so the tabloids said, much less wearing his favorite color. Her mother had bought her the suit jacket and miniskirt set, and always loved seeing her wearing it for work. There were few opportunities where she could wear it, because paralegals were to be seen and not heard, at her firm (and she preferred it that way), but today was a celebration for a successful win of the case she’d been working on, and Abbi had made an exception. The skirt was shorter than she was used to, too.

Gritting her teeth, she left, hoping she’d get through Avengers Tower without running across its most famous resident. The object looked like a suitcase, but after the incident at Monaco Abbi knew that an object going to Stark Industries could be anything disguised as anything. Her credentials got her through the door just fine, and she was sent up to the 72nd floor to a conference room.

She tapped lightly on the door and it opened inward. Slowly, Abbi walked into the doorway, where she was faced with all of the Avengers, at least the ones she could recognize.

“Tony, a scared-looking delivery girl is here with the suitcase you had made for the scepter,” a man dressed all in black said. He smiled at her in a kindly sort of way, turning around to call for Stark again. On his back was an actual quiver full of arrows.

“Oh, that’s not necessary, I could probably give this to any one of you?” Abbi said desperately. She reached into her jacket pocket and pulled out the card with the instructions. “Yes. Avengers or associated staff. I’ll just--” she turned to look for someone much more junior and less busy to hand the object off to.

“Found him,” the archer sing-songed.

Abbi stopped short. With a pasted-on smile, she turned around and was faced with Tony Stark. He was dressed in a band t-shirt and jeans, and he must have been laughing with one of the other people in the room before being called over, because his smile was bright, genuine, and devastating. Abbi had always thought he was handsome in magazine pictures, read articles that called him charismatic, but she’d never seen such clear evidence of the difference between a picture and a person before.

Tony Stark was magnetizing, and she’d only been around him for three seconds so far.

For his part, Stark seemed to find her interesting as well, which was disconcerting for Abbi. He leaned his head back and regarded her, the initial brilliant smile on his face morphing into an impressed, pleased look.

“I wonder where Violet keeps finding so many respectable young women,” he said under his breath. Then, over his shoulder to another man, he added, “You’d think she would run out, after a while.”

Abbi had been trained to be polite, gracious, even accommodating, but she felt objectified, and it made her actions a bit stiff. She held out the suitcase with a strained, silent smile. He gestured to the table beside him for her to set it down, his eyes narrowing just a touch in recognition of her attitude. Stark was a tech genius, yes, but he bucked their trend of being awkward and unskilled with women. He could tell she disapproved of him. Abbi felt her face flush at the subtle rebuke, and pulled out a small clipboard for his signature. Apologizing would just make things worse.

“You didn’t expect me to be the one to sign for this, did you?” he asked as he bent over the flat surface to scribble his signature.

Abbi’s grip on the clipboard failed on hearing her soulmark words. Her heart started pounding and she felt goosebumps rise on her arms. It was as if his words had loosened the cork that had been holding back all possible reactions to hearing her soulmate’s first words, and in a fluke of fate, she was feeling all of them at once. Horror, excitement, attraction, repulsion.

Stark reached out quickly to steady the clipboard with his other hand as he finished signing, looking up at her quizzically.

If fate had decreed her soulmate was Tony Stark and she apologized for letting go, those would be the words written on his body somewhere. But what if it was a coincidence? Surely that phrase had been spoken before and would be again? Abbi dipped her head in a silent goodbye, pressed her lips together in case she accidentally said something, and turned to go, moving quickly to escape the situation.

“Hey, Cleopatra in the gold suit! Gonna need this.”

She stopped a foot from the elevator button, and Stark walked over to hand her the clipboard, looking a bit regretful to give it back, for some reason. Abbi took it, pulling out the side of her jacket to tuck it into the inside pocket. She felt dizzy, almost like she was observing herself from the outside, and some of that must have shown on her face.

“You all right? Here,” he said, reaching out to tap the button for the elevator. “Look at me,” Stark commanded, and she let out a quick breath to steady herself before lifting her eyes to his. “Green!” he said with a slow, pleased smile. Abbi had to fight back a feeling of pride, as if it should matter whether this man liked the color of her eyes. “Well, Emerald Eyes, you seem to be experiencing Superhero Swoon, which is understandable after being confronted with a room full of them. I’m happy to offer a manful shoulder should you so require?”

Abbi shook her head right as the elevator doors opened, offering an apologetic smile as she scurried inside.

“No name, not even for the review?”

She shook her head again.

“Silent rabbit mode it is, then. I’ll just have to have something else delivered. Until next time!” Stark said with an impish grin just as the doors closed.

“Oh my God, that did not just happen. Please tell me that did not just happen!” Abbi said out loud to the empty elevator, groaning. “It was a fluke. That’s what it was. It only counts if I say his words back, and I am not going to, because there’s no way in hell that Tony Stark is my soulmate. Nope!” A voice in her head that sounded an awful lot like her mother’s pointed out that he was wealthy, handsome, and a certified genius, but most importantly, not in any way boring! Abbi had quite a lot of experience ignoring her mother’s voice in her head, however. Where most women heard their mother’s voice criticizing them, hers was like the impulsive devil on her shoulder.

It was practically inconceivable that someone of Stark’s stature would be unbonded at his age anyway. And he’d just broken up with his long-term girlfriend. The man had clearly not been concerned with finding his soulmate and hadn’t been for years. As far as Abbi was concerned, if she was his soulmate, he never had to find out. She left the elevator, nodded to the front desk person, and walked outside. Her plan was to call a taxi and never set foot in the tower again.

She raised a hand for a taxi and saw one that had been idling at the corner a block away put on its turn signal. The driver waved at her, and Abbi waved back.

Suddenly, Iron Man came flying down from the top of the tower, landing on one knee in front of her before straightening up. The faceplate flipped up to show Tony Stark.

“So, funny thing about the elevators in my tower. They’re run by my AI, JARVIS, who likes to pass on any pertinent information spoken in his presence.” Stark’s brown eyes were bright, hopeful, and fixed on her. His demeanor was placating, holding out one hand as if begging her to stay put.

Abbi almost told him she was sorry but there was probably a mistake. Then she realized that if there wasn’t a mistake, those would be the words written on his body. He deserved better than that. He deserved a fancy celebrity soulmate, not a young woman looking at turning thirty with half of the goals she’d made at twenty still unfulfilled! So she shook her head at him and pointed at the taxi that pulled up right then.

To her immense frustration, Stark leaned over, mimed rolling down a window, and told the taxi driver that he and his soulmate were having a one-sided conversation, and to move on.

Abbi pulled out the small clipboard from her pocket, flipped to the blank back of the package acceptance template, and wrote a message on it, sideways, in large block letters.

I AM NOT YOUR SOULMATE IF I HAVEN’T SAID YOUR WORDS!

“What, the giant tower and superhero suit didn’t go in the ‘Pros’ column?”

Something inside her twisted up to hear the vulnerability in his tone. She ruthlessly suppressed them. This man wasn’t for her. It just wasn’t possible. Abbi tried to flip to a new page, but the one she’d just written on came loose. He stopped the small, square note card from flying away by stepping on it, then Stark leaned over and picked it up.

“Would you believe this thing doesn’t have pockets? Back to the drawing board,” he joked. It was impossible not to laugh. “Got you,” he said softly. Even as she was writing another message for him, Stark reached out and rested his gauntleted hand on the clipboard, then took it from her entirely. He glanced at what she’d started writing (‘I need to get back to work and you just took my ride!’) and nodded. “I called one of my guys, he’ll drive you wherever you want, and I made him promise not to tell me where, even.”

Abbi looked up at him in surprise. The vulnerability and defensiveness were still there, but there was stubborn amusement in his expression now, as well.

“You still need to be convinced,” he said. Abbi shook her head and looked at her watch. The office party would start in twenty minutes, and Stark looked like he had twenty minutes’ worth of arguing in him. “Listen,” he said, stepping even closer.

She crossed her arms to put a little distance between them, but the action emphasized the small bit of cleavage her blouse showed, and she saw him notice that. There was definitely a heat between them, but she was willing to ignore it. The man probably had heat with everyone, honestly.

Stark pointed between the two of them as he started speaking again. “You doubt this soulmate thing is real, but that doubt is a point in your favor. Do you know how many women would fake my words if they knew what they were? And here you are, you could say anything, and that’s what they’d be. Embrace the power, Iris.” He paused, clearly saw her brows furrowed in confusion, and added, “I don’t know if soulmate words change, but please don’t turn mine into a question about Greek mythology. Iris, female messenger to the Gods.” He grinned. “Feel free to say, ‘Does that mean you think you are a god?’ because that would be badass. I’d be happy to give up my current soulmark if that’s what the new one was.”

Abbi shook her head. She felt lightheaded again, but instead of dizziness, it was a kind of excited anticipation. He obviously was convinced they were soulmates, and despite herself, she was influenced by that a little bit. Her practicality won out, though. She was going to be late for work, and he was a billionaire. The sun was not destined to fall in love with a fluorescent lightbulb! Abbi stepped back from Stark, sighed, and walked over to the car.

He opened the door and ushered her in. “This is Happy Hogan, he’ll take you to work. Happy, we agreed you wouldn’t tell me anything she said, right?”

“Right,” the round-faced man in the front seat said.

“His AI monitors the car, doesn’t it?” Abbi asked Hogan.

“It sure does,” Hogan said, grinning at Stark.

“Traitor,” Stark said. He shifted his gaze to Abbi, and she could see admiration in it. “I like smart women. Even ones smart enough to want to stay far away from me.”

Before she could react to that, he stepped back, shut the door, and activated his suit, flying straight up and out of her line of sight.

“I wish I could re-do this entire day,” Abbi sighed, throwing her head back in the seat and closing her eyes tightly.

“I get that a lot,” Hogan said sympathetically. “Where can I drive you?”

“My mother used to always answer, ‘Crazy,’ but I think that’s the location I am currently leaving at the moment. How about the Solow Building?”

True to his word, Hogan delivered her to her workplace and didn’t even ask her name. His only concession to the strangeness of the situation was when he pulled up to the building and then turned to speak to her.

“I know you’ve got to make up your own mind, here, but I would be eternally grateful if you would just do one thing for me.”

Abbi eyed him warily. “What?”

“I’ve heard of soulmate words changing in very rare situations. I’ve seen his, so I know what you’re supposed to say, but if you could change them to, I don’t know, ‘Happy says you’re a good guy, so I guess we’re doing this’ or something like that--”

“Unlock the door?”

“Fair enough.”

The rest of Abbi’s day passed so normally that she managed to pretend that nothing had happened, right up until she walked in the door and saw her mom. She looked like she was having a good, calm day. Not the kind of day where she needed to stress out about something that momentous and world-changing. Abbi did her best to deflect questions, made them leftovers from the day before, and checked to be sure that her mom had taken all the pills she needed to before heading to her room to study up on the next case she’d be working on.

“Something happened today, didn’t it?”

Abbi looked up to see her mom in her doorway. “What makes you say that?” she asked, putting a bookmark in the tome she’d been reading.

“You usually relax when you come home. You take off the masks you had to wear to get through the day. Today, you’re still wearing them.”

“Something so bizarre happened today that I’m still processing it. I’ll tell you when I figure it out, okay?” Abbi confessed.

“Well, don’t wait too long. Clock’s ticking!” Demi Carson said, laying a dramatic wrist on her own forehead.

“You know, some mothers take a diagnosis like yours seriously, just saying,” Abbi laughed. Her mother had never taken anything seriously in her life, not if she could help it. That didn’t mean she was being irresponsible about it, just irreverent. It was equal parts frustrating and uplifting, depending on the day. The jury was out for how today was going to feel. They had a few weeks before the scan to see if her current treatment was effective. Even if it was, Abbi was grateful she’d moved back in to care for her, despite the rather dramatic role-reversals that happened between them sometimes.

“Some mothers never took their children out of the country. Some mothers haven’t even tried marijuana. Some mothers have the decency to move to the suburbs when they get old. I’m not some mothers.”

“You are not old, go to bed.”

“Yes, dear.”

Next chapter, Tony wages an all-out war to persuade Abbi that she should accept him as her soulmate.

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