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oksana-moods · 3 years

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Royals

Summary: There is nothing that could go wrong on trying some different things on senior year, right? Right? Apparently, fate doesn’t quite agree with that notion when an outcast is throwed into the eye of a storm, also known as, Wanda Maximoff.

A/N: Yes, I’m a terrible person! Dear anon who requested this, I’m sorry for letting this to take more time than it should, but I promise I have a good explanation to that: Work. Plus, I really enjoyed the idea and as you’ll see I dived into the AU greatly. Your one-shot request turned into a mini series of three or four parts, hence, it took me a little more to write it down. I apologize for making you to wait this long, but I promise it’ll be worth it and I do hope you enjoy reading it.

There are some tv shows that served as inspirations to this story and they are One Tree Hill, Kissing Booth and others are so general thing that I don’t think I should mention.

Warnings: Language, violence, sexual implicit content (mild and light stuff, nothing explicit). If there’s any other that should be mentioned, let me know.

“Let me be your ruler, you can call me queen bee”

#this amazing gif is not mine.

You wince, more out of the noise than any pain, when your back hit the metal behind you and you feel your feet not touching the ground anymore. His fists are white from holding you up against the lockers by grabbing you by the front of your shirt.

“Say that again, bastard.” Jarvis spat at your face now that your eyes were leveled. You can feel the crowd gathering in the hallway and enjoying the show.

Before you speak, you see hands pulling him backwards forcing him to let you go. You let out a breath when your feet touch the ground again. You see Jarvis struggling with James and Steve now that they are trying to drag him away from you.

“You’re so full of shit, girl.” His yells fill the hallway and no one else dares to make the slightest move. “You keep that pose as if you were better when you’re just a freak. I know you are jealous. Everybody knows.”

He manages to slip out of one of Steve’s arms and walk towards your face and shove a finger inches from your nose. You ball your fists and clench your jaw. “You’ll never be me.” He hisses. “You’ll never have what I have.”

You were about to punch his teeth when Professor Ross started to yell at the students playing audience in hallway. The boys mingled in the crowd, and you felt a presence by your side. Her perfume announced her arrival before she could even speak.

“My God, are you alright?” You looked at her, only to see that she was upset. Of course she was, and you were mad at it. “What happened this time?”

You were so angry with her, with him, with life and you didn’t want to be in her presence anymore. “Vision being a fucking dickhead.” She looked at you startled by your harsh tone. “I don’t know why you still put up with him, Maximoff.”

You walk towards your classroom thinking when this shit happened, and you couldn’t help but think: “That stupid kissing booth.”

--- Earlier that year ---

You were leaning on a fence enjoying your cotton candy looking at people passing by. Some rushing to the Ferris wheel, others laughing at their own silliness or couples walking together sharing some popcorn.

You enjoyed watching people being themselves because sometimes you were annoyed beyond your mind with all the ‘idiocracy’ from school. Specially the popular kids that think themselves higher than others, calling themselves as Royal.

There were popular teens in every school, of course, but only in S.H.I.E.L.D. High they call the King and Queen from the ball as Royal, as well as the other popular kids in their orbit. Yes, it is stupid, but people are really invested in this shit.

“Look what I got for us.” Sam arrived by your side, boasting energy, as always. “If it’s not bumper cars’ tickets then I’ll be very disappointed.” Your sarcasm is evident, but he’s not fazed by it. His laugh was all you needed to feel at ease, you extended your arm to collect the ticket he was handing to you.

“Better. Tickets to the ‘Kissing Booth’.” Instantly, your face contorted into a grimace. “Do you know how many bacteria they are sharing right now? Billions!” You spoke, pointing at the agglomeration not far from where both of you were.

“C’mon, grumpy. Rule 18: Do not kiss someone unless you can hook up your best friend with someone too.” You smacked his arm. “This rule doesn’t even exist, Sam. And don’t! You’re not creating this rule right now.”

Samuel Wilson was your best friend since you were kids and if there was something good in your life it was him. You were always there for each other and somewhere along the road you started to create these rules. The outside world could see it as childish thing, but you always respect it. They were everything in your friendship.

“Why do you want to blend with the cool kids that much?” You asked him, giving no indication that you were going to move from your spot. “It’s senior year, let’s do this…” He gave you those doe eyes that could get almost anything from you. “Please?”

Grunting, you start to move towards the box filled with horny teenagers kissing each other with Sam hot in your heels, smiling like a dork.

You waited in the line with Sam, dramatically standing out of the line dedicated to kiss-a-boy, because ew. He was bouncing in his feet evidently excited, and you smiled at him.

“Look, Peter Quill is the Kisser. He’s not that bad.” Sam was right. Peter likes to hang with the troublemakers so-called ‘ravagers’ and poses as a bad boy but he was quite nice. “Too bad it’s not Steve.” He spoke quietly for only you to hear and you giggled at that.

“Don’t think Carter would like that, my friend.” He gave you a sheepish smile and moved, standing as the next in line to kiss a random guy. “Oh. My. God.” You looked at the booth to see that once there was Peter, now there was none other than James ‘Bucky’ Barnes blindfolded.

While Sam walked to the booth and gaped at the boy in front of him, you laughed quietly running the possible outcomes on your head. James Barnes belonged to the basketball team and were a royal. He was a prince in their stupid ranks: pretty, player and popular, hence prince, not a king.

You watched stunned when James kissed Sam back, even held him in place with a hand on the nape of his neck. Oh, that was interesting. Cheers and whistles erupted from the people waiting and watching the show, probably already preparing the next gossip.

You thought about sneaking out of the place and going somewhere else, but Sam’s words resonated on your head. It was your senior year, so what the hell… what could go wrong with kissing someone?

There weren’t many people waiting on the kiss-a-girl line, and you busied yourself with your phone until it was your turn to humiliate yourself and get infected with trillions of buccal bacteria. While looking down, you never saw the curtains behind the booth moving.

Prying on the next kisser, Gamora smirked to herself when an idea popped on her head, she had the perfect opportunity to create a little disaster. If there was one thing that she always looked for, it were chances to mess with the royals and to fuck with their little-perfect-fantasy world.

And if this goes how she’s planning, then the chaos could be big enough to bring her one step closer of becoming a royal herself. “Oh no Nebula, your ex is the next.” Nebula looked at Gamora, she didn’t have exes in this school. Yet. But sensing that Gamora had a play in mind, she went along with it.

“Oh no!” Looking around dramatically, their eyes landed on Wanda and much like a shark after their prey, they approached the redhead eagerly. “Wanda, hi.” They pretended to be troubled by something. “You see, the next in line is my ex. Would you mind going instead of me?”

Wanda looked almost annoyed at this, she was in the group to organize the event not a volunteer to be a kisser, her boyfriend wouldn’t enjoy it, that’s for sure, nor was she in the mood to kiss a stranger while blindfolded. Her eyes averted to Gamora, silently asking her to go.

Understanding what Wanda meant, Gamora opened her eyes wide as if this would be outrageous or obviously against some law. “She’s my best friend, it’s a crime to kiss your friend’s ex.”

Wanda rolled her eyes at their shallow thoughts and behavior, but before she could argue, she felt herself being dragged blindfolded to the booth by the duo and there was nothing more that she could do now. She’d have to endure this silliness, hopefully the person won’t have bad breath.

She stood still on her spot mildly aware of the girls giggling before retreating to the backstage of the box. Wanda realized that, oddly, the people waiting on the line, or the bystanders were quiet. She could even hear the footsteps from Nebula’s ex.

Not in a million of years you’d imagine that she would be the one to come from those curtains. You climbed the steps and walked slowly to your assigned place, you looked behind your shoulder to catch Sam’s smirking at your doe eyes. You stopped in front of her and took her in.

Her red hair was cascading down her shoulders, you couldn’t see her eyes, but you knew every single shade to your heart. Her plump, full lips were redder than a normal mouth should be, but you stared at them anyway.

You took a deep breath before gently touching her cheek with your hand, brushing her skin softly with your thumb while you slid your hand past her ear until it rested on the back of her neck and gently pulled her into you. Into your lips.

When your lips touched hers, you realized that all those cliches about hearing bells or angels sighing or singing where bullshit. There was no way to describe what you felt, neither bells or angels.

But it as if there was a fireball erupting from your chest climbing up on your body, ready to explode. Your knees, already weak, almost melted when she kissed you back and held you close by placing her hands on your cheek and shoulder.

When your hand found her waist, she gasped into the kiss giving you the perfect chance to slide your tongue in, to touch and clash with hers. Once they did, you felt shooting stars spinning inside your skull and you could swear you saw heaven’s doors not that far from you.

You broke apart when the air became an issue and you had to fight back a dopey smile since there were people watching. Your breath hitched when her fingers softly brushed her lips and you wondered if her lips were tingling as yours were.

Right in that moment, the unfortunate truth became crystal clear on your mind: you were in love with Wanda Maximoff. The only problem in this story was that she had a boyfriend, and he was your brother.

---

You feel arms wrapping around your torso from behind and soon it slide to your shoulders and you see their owner walking side by side with you. “Good morning, soccer team’s captain.” You look to your side to see a girl greeting you, her signature smirk was on.

“Morning, Romanoff.” You looked ahead in search of your locker. “The game was Saturday. How do you know that already?” You felt her linking her arm with yours, something that she always liked to do. “I have my sources.”

You gave her a pointed look and she giggled before replying. “Hawkeye broadcasted the game. And they announced that you were chosen to be the new captain.” Well, that made sense. Your school have a Radio, called The Hawkeye, they know everything going on in S.H.I.E.L.D. High. And they broadcast every game, even the ones your school was the visitor team.

You were not among the cool kids, and you never bothered yourself about it, but you always loved sports. Soccer is one of them. You’ve been playing on the team since freshman year.

Outside the field, you were shy and collected but inside those lines you were a born leader, always giving your best and inspiring others to do so. Sensing that she could drag so much potential from you, Professor Okoye told you that she needed more than just ‘a very important player’ as you were last year, she wanted the best version you could be. Last year, your team ended the championship as runner up, this year, though, you wanted nothing less than the first place.

“Make way to our new royal! Damn, my best friend is the Soccer Princess!” Sam’s voice boomed on the hallway, and you tried to hide your face when people looked at you with some sort of new interest.

And that was the only problem in being captain of any sport in S.H.I.E.L.D. High, you instantly become a royal, a lesser one of course, but a royal, nonetheless. And in this godforsaken school, this meant popularity. Which means unnecessary attention.

You rolled your eyes profusely. “Don’t be an asshole, Sam.” He laughed, opening his locker. “I am not.” You watched him collecting all the books he’d need for the next classes. “C’mon, your phone will be buzzing with girls asking you out by the end of the day. You should thank me for that.”

“But let’s not talk about who you kissed on the kissing booth on Friday.” He winked mischievously and before you could shush him, Natasha’s curiosity peaked. “Oh our nerdy friend kissed someone?” Her smirk never left her lips and Sam only nodded, matching her smirk.

“No one less than the Queen Bee.” Gladly, he spoke quietly and with a quick glance around you saw that no one was paying attention to you. Natasha, on the other hand, gasped in the most dramatic way she could, making you to roll your eyes at her.

“My dumbass friend kissing the Maximoff girl?” She looked as if she was alarmed by the news. “Are you running for King, or better say, Queen?” You groaned at their teasing and closed your locker energetically.

You opened you mouth to give her a not so politely reply, but before you could, you saw everybody in the hallway to open space for the royal’s entrance, something that you and Sam affectionately called ‘circus parade’.

As front commission came the girls waving at their fans as if they were their subjects. The princesses Pepper Potts, Peggy Carter and Agatha Harkness flanked the Queen, Wanda Maximoff. And it took you one glance at her black skirt, knee-high boots and that red jacket for you to swallow dryly.

She was always gorgeous. Everyday she showed up dressed for impress and make-up set to kill, but there was something about her today that you couldn’t quite pinpoint what it was, she was beautiful than ever.

Right after the girls, comes the boys. Pietro Maximoff, the fuckboy of S.H.I.E.L.D. High; Steve Rogers, Carter’s boyfriend; Tony Start, the richest of them all who was currently dating Pepper; and Bucky Barnes, which now you understood why he was single.

And there in the middle of them all, walking as if he had all figured out, yet bored about everything, a hand possessively on Wanda’s shoulder, Jarvis Vision literally paraded as if he were truly the King of anything.

He was the boy that everybody wanted to be or be with and you always despised that thought, because he was nothing more than a playboy and bully with good looks. But right then and there, you wanted to be him, just to be with Wanda.

The bell ringing signaling that the class was about to start brought you back out of your mind, shaking your head slightly, you and your friends went to the first class of the day.

---

You watched wide eyed when Professor Hill presented the new pairs for this midterm project and Wanda slid into the seat next to you, greeting you with a small smile. ‘Does she know that we kissed three days ago?!’, you thought to yourself.

If she did, why would she act differently? You scolded yourself. That was just a kiss on a kissing booth, and you paid for it, it meant nothing. If she does know who she kissed, why would she make a big deal of it? She dates Vision and that’s not gonna change.

The relationship between you and Jarvis were always a warpath. Your father used to date your mother while having a secret affair with Jarvis’ mother, but after he found out about your mother’s pregnancy, he left her.

What stings the most is that not even months later, they were expecting Jarvis and he gave everything to the boy, nothing to you or your mother. The only thing tying you is your blood, not even your last name is the same, for you took your mother’s.

That’s it. That’s the little tragedy of your life and karma wanted to make it even worse for you: You were in love with his girlfriend and to be honest, you never got that well with Wanda, especially because of Jarvis.

Surely, you always saw her as a shallow preppy girl, however, whenever you had the chance to talk to her, she painted a whole new image in your head. Whenever she was alone, she was a different person.

You feel a slight nudge on your shoulder, making you to look at those green eyes and, for a second, you forgot how to breathe. “I heard about the game, and that you’re the captain now. Congratulations.” You watched her smile softly and put a strand of hair behind her ear. ‘C’mon, breathe.’

“Why. Thank you Maximoff.” You said almost awkwardly. “I heard that you were nominated by the team… I mean, it wasn’t just the Coach’s decision, right?” She spoke conversationally.

“Yeah. I.. hm” You gulped and shook your head slightly, trying to recompose yourself. “We do sort of choose who we think is a valuable player or a good leader. When Coach’s interests and our choices are aligned, it makes it easier.”

“Are you saying that everybody loves you?” She asked and your brain short-circuited at the smile gracing her lips. “Yes…” You cleared your throat. “I mean, no.” You glanced at her only to ser her giggling softly, just as you imagine an angel would. “There wasn’t anybody else that people hated less, I guess.” You shrugged in the end.

“My my, you’re the first captain that I met that has such a confusing, yet humble explanation as to why they were chosen.” Her voice hints some degrees of humor. You were still trying to figure it out if she was making fun with you or of you, though.

“Your boyfriend is the basketball team’s captain.” You say but immediately regret your words, you don’t want Wanda telling him that you mentioned his name at all. “You speak as if you never met Jarvis ego.” Her reply takes you by surprise, it is as if she was agreeing with you.

“It could be his middle name.” You two spoke at the same time, after a moment of staring shocked at each other, you both started to laugh out loud. A book falling heavily on your desk made the both of you to jump on your seats.

“You were paired together to work. Not to trade the newest gossip!” Professor Hill stern’s voice met a sheepish apology from you and Wanda.

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You were digging into your locker for a specific book when you hear a fist landing on the metal door right by your side. You looked behind your shoulder and met Jarvis eyeing you with that usual hatred of his, and something else.

“Do you think you’re funny? Do you think you can become popular out of nowhere, freak?” He hissed on your ear, and you rolled your eyes at him. Of course he’d act like this, his main goal in school was to ensure people would only despise you. Nothing more.

“I don’t understand why you care so much, Vision, or, more precisely, why do you think I care.” You spoke not even looking at him, you weren’t in the mood to fight.

“I heard you kissed Wanda.” He was jealous and you could tell by how the words left his mouth. You smirked to yourself; it wasn’t a common thing to see him so bothered. Was he afraid of losing his trophy girlfriend or to look like a fool? Hm, maybe both?

“Trouble in paradise, little brother?” You spoke turning to face him right in time to see his face contorting with anger and your smirk grew wider. You knew he was pissed.

“Who do you think you are, bastard? No one likes you.” Ah here you go, when he was angry and had no arguments, he always tried to put you on your place by reminding you ‘who you were’. “Wanda is mine and if you get anywhere near her, I’ll make your life a living hell.”

His nostrils were flaring, his mouth was curled down in what resembled a snarl… everything in his posture told you to back down, but your ego spoke louder by hearing him talk about her as if she was a property, so your next words dripped with sarcasm.

“Oh. I’m sorry Jar, did she say that she liked me better?” You didn’t know what hurt most: if his fist colliding with your face or the back of your head hitting the locker behind you. As soon as you recovered from your stupor, though, your fist found his nose.

You heard voices, enchants of ‘fight’, people yelling while you and Jarvis wrestled against each other like animals. When you two were successfully separated, you looked up to see Principal Fury’s scowling at you.

“My office. Now.”

---

“Mr. Vision, I won’t tell you again to wait your turn to speak.” You saw Jarvis sinking down on the chair next to you. He had a few bruises, but his nose had stopped bleeding. You knew you weren’t looking good either.

“Is there anything else you want to say, Miss?” You shook your head and he nodded to you. He looked at Jarvis to let him speak, but his phone ringed. After few words, he sighed and spoke to you.

“I have to take this. Detention for the week, and you’re both suspended from your teams for two weeks.” You groaned looking to your lap but Jarvis voiced his opinions, earning a stern look from Principal Fury.

“If you don’t want suspension Mr. Vision, you two should learn how to solve your petty fights without fists. Now, off you go to take care of all this blood.” You walked out of the room fast, trying to put as much space between the two of you as possible.

“This isn’t over, freak.” He yelled at your retreating figure. His only answer was you showing him your middle finger while you walked towards the lockers room.

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“Can I help you with that?” Wanda’s quietly voice startled you. When you looked up you saw her nodding towards the medical kit in front on you.

“Your boyfriend is in the infirmary, Maximoff.” Your tone was flat, trying to convey that you were bored and not bothered by the whole fight or his words. Or what he meant.

“Miss Cho can take care of him.” She sat in front of you even without your consent. “Let me?” She extended her hand at you asking you to give her the material so she could take care of you. You sat there, in silence, secretly admiring her beauty so close to you.

She placed her hand under your jaw to hold you in place and started to clean your mouth. You winced and tried to move away, but she held you in place. If not with her hand, with her eyes locked in yours.

“Not so tough now, are we?” She had a small smile, and you fought the urge to stare at her lips. Her scent hit you in waves jumbling your senses, and you could feel the sweat pooling in your hands.

“I’m sorry.” She spoke and you blinked at her. “What for?” You mumbled for she was still trying to clean your split lip and damn it burned. If for the cloth imbibed in sanitizer or by her digits touching your lip, you didn’t know.

You clenched your jaw and tried to think of anything else other than her fingers, or her scent or her, for that matter. If this were a different world, maybe you could voice your feelings, maybe you could try something with her.

However, in this reality, she was your brother’s girlfriend and never, even in a million of years, the Queen of S.H.I.E.L.D. High would feel the same way you did. Even if, a very long if, she had feelings, who would give up on their reign and popularity to date an outcast as you?

“About you and Jarvis.” Her words sliced your thoughts. “This isn’t the way brother and sister should act towards one another.” Her eyes were soft just as her fingers on your lip.

“There’s no need for you to be sorry.” You rasped out the best you could without interrupting her work. “Jarvis see things differently from me on the parenthood matter. You and Pietro are brother and sister, and you have a relationship, a very good one. But your boyfriend is not my brother. Not really.”

Her eyes were sad and before she could speak, you said. “Why are you with him?” Struck with some kind of boldness that alarmed you both. You saw her hands leave your face and rest on her lap, immediately, you missed her warmth.

“Jarvis is different with me, when he’s not around school and trying to pose as the popular king, he’s kind to me.” You felt a disgusting jealousy acid burning your throat at her words. He was a jerk, but she couldn’t see past it. “He’s complicated sometimes but he has his moments.”

“You could do better, you know?” Now you knew you were trespassing some sort of line with her, and she thought it too, for she got up on her feet and started to walk back to the class and you knew you had upset her.

“Who?” Her question caught you our of guard. Okay, Wanda was beautiful, it was only obvious that a lot of people would love to go on a date with her. Hell, you’d take her to a date right now if you could. Does her question mean that she’s afraid of being alone? That she put up with Jarvis childish behavior because she didn’t want to be alone?

Me. You wanted to say but the word died on your throat along side your boldness. Funny to think that you kissed her but couldn’t tell her that you did or how you wanted to kiss once more. “I don’t know.” You shrugged your shoulders. “Being who you are, I’m sure you have a lot of candidates.” You sent a smile but her face remained stoic, devoid of any humor.

“People see a Wanda that it is very much different from who I really am.” Her voice was low and you learned in that very moment who that different Wanda was, one without the confidence required to be the popular queen, yet, even stronger, even prettier. “People want to date the popular girl, not me.”

“I would.” Your words died on the coldness of the lockers on the locker room after Wanda had already left you alone with your thoughts and your answer. ‘Was life that hard to everybody, or did I get the special number?’ You mused to yourself.

A/N: Liked it so far? here you can find Part Two

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moonlit-imagines · 4 years

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Headcanons for being Tony Stark’s stepkid

Tony Stark x Potts!child!reader

warnings: alcohol mention

a/n: i rushed these so bad i just wanted to post dhhshsnsna

prompt: y/n is pepper’s kiddo!

it was just you and your mom for a long time

pepper and y/n potts

she couldn’t keep up with you sometimes, too busy dealing with the manchild that was mister anthony edward stark

speaking of—

“uh, who’s this?” -tony, pointing at you

“mr. stark, i am so sorry, the school closed because some kid set fire to the science lab and i didn’t have time to find a sitter—”

“no, it’s fine, no need to apologize. hey, kid, you wanna sit in the boss’s chair? i’ll let you run the company for the day!” *cue you nodding* “sweet, would you mind that, ms. potts?”

“oh? no, not at all” *mouthing* “thank you”

“so, uh, what’s your name? no, don’t tell me: ketchup.”

*giggling* “y/n”

“no way! that was my second guess!”

tony wasn’t used to being around kids

he had no idea that he was actually kind of good around them

despite a few minor hiccups

“you sit in my chair and im gonna spin you around, sound like fun?”

he spun you around WAY too fast and you were diiiiizzy, also you fell off the chair

“don’t tell your mom that we did that. she may be my assistant, but she scares the shit out of me. also, don’t say ‘shit’”

dude he just thought you were a cool kid!!!

“hey, you know, ms. potts, you dont really need to hire a babysitter anymore. y/n’s doing just fine hanging out here”

“how am i not surprised you befriended an actual child?”

she still took him up on his offer, you seemed pretty happy

when your mom worked late, you passed out in tonys office

tony and you had your own little secrets (like falling off the spinning chair), tony showed you around stark tower, and you practically lived there

“i got you a happy meal from mcdonalds!” -tony every day after your school

in all honesty, you weren’t the “popular” kid at school...not even close

but tony made up for it

“y/n! i found this old racecar toy in a box of old stuff, you wanna hold onto it for me?”

you kind of grew up in stark tower tbh? it was pretty cool

and as you grew up, you started to notice more

“mr. tony, do you have a crush on my mom?”

“do i what? no, no, i do—who the hell am i kidding? you caught me”

“called it!”

after that you did everything to try and get them together

when your mom was talking to tony, you would stand behind her and wiggle your eyebrows and just taunt tony endlessly

no! tony cannot remember your mom’s birthday for the life of him! you are his calendar now

“dude, why dont you just ask JARVIS to remind you?”

“i may be a genius, but that doesn’t mean i have common sense”

“wise words, sir” -JARVIS

when tony disappeared for 3 months you were so sad???? like you were not okay at all

and when he came back, he literally exited the plane saying “WHERE’S ‘T-POTT??’”

(your wonderful nickname. ‘t’ for ‘tony jr.’ and ‘pott’ for ‘potts’)

“my mom missed you”

“oh, i bet she did”

“you turned my child into you, tony. i will never forgive you for this”

“well, at least y/n was here to fill in for me, huh?”

tony wanted to show you the arc reactor but he was actually afraid of scarring you lmfaoooo

but he did let you in on the iron man secret (he knew you wouldn’t snitch)

and just to make sure:

“if you dont tell anyone, i’ll buy you a car when you turn 16”

“man, that’s like, forever away”

“good, maybe you’ll forget by then”

ur mom kinda maybe sorta found out abt iron man :/ she told you that tony was a bad influence

“mom! no, tony’s cool! he’s like a superhero”

“no, sweetie, he’s a rich guy with issues. we’re leaving”

that didn’t last long

not long at all

and soon they FINALLY got together

“jeez, i thought you two would never stop pining after each other”

“couldnt have done it without my wingman” -tony *fistbump*

“as thanks can i have my own iron man suit?”

“yes.” *pepper glaring at him* “no.”

sooner or later your mom and you moved into tony’s house and you got a really big room!!!!

it was completely decked out

king sized bed, flatscreen tv, mini-fridge, microwave, computer, your own bathroom with a smaller tv, a poster of tony??? (you vandalized it and put it in his workshop), and more!!!

okay you were spoiled

“do you like it here? are you sure i made the right choice?” -pepper

“are you kidding, mom? this is awesome! plus, you’re happy, i’m happy, tony’s happy, i think JARVIS is even happy!”

“i am, mx. potts. simply ecstatic” -JARVIS

pepper was really happy!! it was a pretty cool family

you started giving your school tony’s number if you ever got in trouble, you knew he’d cover for you

“mr. potts, is it?”

“sure”

“your child, y/n, punched another student in the face today. we’re very disappointed in their behavior”

“why’d they punch the kid?”

“well, the other student punched y/n first”

“HAH! thank you for wasting my time. send y/n back to class and call me back if something important comes up”

he literally gave you a high five when you got home

“i gave him a black eye!”

“i couldn’t be more proud. i mean, i dont condone violence, but self defense is a whole other story”

a little help in the workshop, tony asks you to hold the flashlight

“why don’t you get one of your robots to hold this for you?”

“are you kidding me, you’re complaining? we’re having stepdad/stepkid bonding time! and dum-e can’t do anything right, i dont trust him”

youve had a few theme park trips as a family ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

also tony has 100% told you to wait in the car and then left you alone for 2+ hours

“i’m not like a regular dad, im a step-dad. want some beer? you can have a little sip. i’d rather you do it in the house”

your mother actually does love how he actually cares about you!

“y/n is 12% my responsibility” -tony

“tony, you are impossible” -pepper

no avengering for you! pepper said no!!!!!!

disappointed but not surprised

iron man 3: y/n potts is put through the wringer

Text Message to Mr. Tony: bro you better come get your girl, me and happy are watching this other guy flirting with her. he’s showing her pics of his ‘big brain’

Mr. Tony: HE WHAT

Text Message to Mr. Tony: Tony he looks creepy i don’t want him to be my new stepdad do something!!!

anyways ur house kinda blew up and ur mom and you kinda got kidnapped and u were right abt that guy being creepy and thankfully no experiments were done on you but like your mom kinda almost died and her and tony were fine!!! all good in the end

you met mr. col. james rhodes that day

“aw, you’re the kid ive heard so much about” -rhodey

“you mean the coolest kid in the world?check.”

“you cant tell me you aren’t tony’s biological child, good god”

you got to meet the avengers later on too! (you’d already met natasha tho, only briefly)

“i know it can be a little overwhelming, right? meeting all these heros, legends even—” -rhodey

“oh, my god, is that thor? thor!!” -you, leaving rhodey in the dust

literally why does pepper trust you around tony something always goes wrong there were literally robots attacking, you were only at avengers tower bc your mom was busy with the company and she thought you’d be safe with the avengers. the AVENGERS.

“please dont tell your mom that i created a bad robot that tried to kill us. the robot will be the least of our problems” -tony

he made happy pick you up and you had to miss out on FUN and it sucked a lot

“it’s okay, y/n! i’m fun, too!” -happy

then your mom and tony took a break and your life got mega-boring for a while, but they weren’t separated for that long. you try not to think about it. it was brutal

Mr. Tony: Does she miss me?

New Message to Mr. Tony: I think so. Either that or she’s crying and drinking wine in the dark for no reason.

Mr. Tony: Damn it, now I feel bad. I miss her a lot. Oh, also, the Avengers say ‘hi,’ I’m in Germany with some bad news, I’ll explain later if you don’t see it on TV first, and I found you the perfect friend! His name is Peter and I think you’d like the school he goes to, it’s in Midtown. Smart kid school.

New Message to Mr. Tony: I’ll look into it, thanks. Also, I don’t like how those all connect. Please update me asap

watching the news to see several avengers arrested, cap on the run, and more!

“maybe it was good i didn’t fall in with the avengers”

tony and pepper finally got back together and you actually transferred to midtown high! peter and his friend group accepted you quickly, it was great. you and flash unfortunately had the most in common

you’d literally text happy right next to peter and he’d immediately reply to you. it hurt peter’s feelings

Momma: Sweetie! I’m working in the office late, leftovers are in the fridge, hope you have a wonderful day at school! 💕

👉👈the vulture tried to kill you for being tony’s stepkid, tony made peter promise to protect you

“y/n, you gotta stay out of harm’s way. mr. stark gave me an actual mission and it’s terrifying, i have to make sure you stay safe”

legit why the fuck was this old man tryna kill you bro grow up

anyyyywayssss your mom and tony got engaged!!

“wow, i thought the day would never come!!” -you

ppl told you tony isnt your stepdad bc ur mom and him werent married but who tf asked

why is the earth always in fucking danger

you and peter were just vibing on the field trip bus and all the sudden: space donut

“go! i’ll cover for you...FRIDAY, call tony”

“...hi there, little one”

“what the fuck”

“oh, so you see the aliens, too? well, at least im not crazy”

tony stark has left the atmosphere

you and your mom were kinda......not chillin tho

she and you didn’t sleep for a few nights, then ppl just straight up disappeared

plot twist: you survived the snap and your family was lucky to be alive, you even got a little sister who became a big handful!

only bad thing was all your friends dusted and you were pretty lonely

but watching morgan grow up kept you busy

“ahhh, shes so big!”

happy times in bad times

bad times!!!!! bc after five years thanos came back as thanos from like ten years ago. outdated thanos. obsolete thanos.

but you made your first and only appearance in the suit tony actually designed for you many years ago

you should have just stayed home tho bc that fight didnt pass the vibe check

“please dont tell me he...no, no, no, no, no”

you and your mom latched onto each other in tears, tony was one of the best people in your life, he made you and your mom two of the happiest people on earth

best stepdad a kid could ever ask for

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The Stain 🧼 Peter Parker x Reader

Request: None

Pronouns: None stated

Word count: 3430

Warnings: Mentions of glass shards

It was huge. Right above the famous Spider-Man logo and neon pink. Neon pink!

You stared at the stain in horror. In a few hours Peter was supposed to be on a stage in front of hundreds of people to accept an award and you had gotten a neon pink stain on his super suit.

You had been in the lab to start working on a new project, but Tony and Peter always left it in a mess. After spending two hours getting it organized you started working. It was hard to focus, though. The lab smelled bad and no matter how hard you complained about the darkness Tony didn’t want to install better lights.

You were mad you always had to clean up after them and that now you were starting late. It was just too much and when you added 35 ml of chlorine to your formula instead 30, the test tube you used exploded. Chunks of glass flew everywhere and just missed your face. Luckily you had ducked just in time but when you looked down you sighed at the spots of pink that were forming on your lab coat.

“Just what I need,” You mumbled. “I’ve always wanted to look like a pink dalmatian.”

But when you looked down to start picking up the large pieces of glass you felt the world stop as you realized some of the formula had splashed onto Peter’s suit which had been crumpled up on the floor.

“Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, no!” You shouted. You took off your googles and with a shaking hand picked up his suit. Uncrumpling it lo and behold, a bright pink stain where everyone could see it. You sat back down at the table and placed your head in your hands. This couldn’t be happening. Peter and Tony had spent hours customizing the suit and you ruined it.

Regular dye wouldn’t have affected the suit but this wasn’t dye. It was a combination of chemicals, the wrong combinations of chemicals. A 5ml difference doesn’t seem like a lot but in this sense it was everything. The formula could have made that area of the suit weaker or caused something to short circuit. You wanted to continue to sit there in your misery, allowing yourself to snowball the situation but there was still the ceremony to worry about.

You looked at your watch. The award ceremony was at 6 and you still needed to get dressed. It was 1:00pm on Saturday and you had 5 hours to get that stain out if you wanted to get to the place on time. You sat up and groaned.

“I have to- I have to call him. But he’s going to be so mad at me. This is so so so bad, stupid!” You whispered to yourself. You fought the urge to smack yourself on the forehead and picked up your phone. Dialing the numbers you thought about what you would say.

“Oh hey baby, you know that important event tonight that you have to dress up nice for. Well I ruined your suit! Yes, your super suit that you and your mentor worked on and you were super proud of.” That wouldn’t work, but before you could come up with another idea Peter answered the phone.

“Hey, baby!” He chimed. His voice instantly made you relax a bit.

“Hey, babe. Are you busy?” You replied nervously.

“Actually I am. I was just about to call you for a favor. I’m with Steve and training’s going a bit longer than expected and I still have to practice my speech. Can you put my suit and my tux near the front door. Tony said he’ll bring it to the place.”

“NO,” You shouted. “I- I can bring it when I arrive.” You felt your heart beat faster. If Tony came to get the suit now you wouldn’t have time to get the stain out. Peter sounded like he was thinking about it and you were hoping he would say yes. His voice came back over the phone.

“Okay then! I’ll send you the address once I’m done working out. I love you.”

“I love you too,” You mumbled out. Once you heard the ending click of the phone call you shot up.

The suit wasn't like a regular suit made out of just fabric. It was more like fabric that covered plastic that covered hundreds of wires. It wasn’t something that could be just washed out. To deep clean it you had to specifically get the fabric part off and you had no clue how to do that.

You grabbed the suit and ran up the stairs to the living room.

“Hey Jarvis!” You called out. Sprinting into “your room” you sat down at the computer and started doing some research. Your room was really one of the many spare rooms Tony had in the building that he let you sleep in when things ran late.

“Yes y/n?” Jarvis replied.

“Call Ned please and tell him it’s urgent. Oh! And can you set an alarm for 4:30pm. I was going to leave later but I have to get Peter’s suit to him at 5. Before the award ceremony starts at 6.”

“Of course. I’ll pair him to your computer once he answers.”

“Thank you!”

A few seconds later Ned’s face popped up in the corner of the computer screen. Before he got a word out you unloaded everything onto him. You told him how frustrated you were because you were having a bad day, how the suit was now stained and that Peter doesn’t know about it. When you finished he stared at you in shock.

“Wow y/n,” He gasped. “That’s uh, a lot.” He noticed your worried expression and gave a small smile.

“But, I can help! I’ve even helped him with some updates to the suit. We’ll get the stain out, you’ll get dressed, and then you’ll deliver the suit to him and everything will go fine, okay?”

You took a deep breath and nodded. Ned and Peter were both really good at calming people down.

After a few minutes of brainstorming ideas you moved to the kitchen and had Ned on a tablet, propped up against a leftover cereal box.

“Okay so I don’t think the formula will affect the internal composition of the suit, so that’s good. All we have to do is worry about getting the stain out and I already helped you disconnect the fabric from the plastic.” Ned chatted through the device. He watched as you came back into frame with the blue and red fabric.

“Yeah, I checked the wires and everything seems fine. I had Jarvis pull up some of Peter’s available notes about the suit but most of them are private. It’s been in the washer twice and the stain hasn’t budged so we’ll have to go with plan B.” You explained.

Plan B was to use fire to remove it. Fire should break up the molecules in the compound and have them float to the top of the fabric. Then all you would have to do is scrape off the remaining bits and then the suit was going to be fine. You placed a fire extinguisher and a bucket of water on the table.

“Jarvis, please put 911 on speed dial.” You yelled. Natasha’s old mini flamethrower was placed firmly in your hand and even Ned had backed away from his camera.

Flipping the switch, fire shot out from the tip and ran against the fabric of the suit. The stain seemed like it faded through the smoke but to your surprise once you turned off the flamethrower it was still there.

“Maybe once I start scrapping it it will go away.” You thought to yourself.

You grabbed a butter knife and began violently scrapping the neon pink imperfection. No matter how many times the silver knife went over the fabric, nothing changed.

“Look!” You cried. You held up the suit to Ned and he stared at it questionably. “I’m running out of time Ned!”

You sat down in anger, your head heading back in your hands.

“It’s okay y/n we still have time. How about you go get ready and when you come back we can try something else. I’ll even come with MJ to pick you up so we can get to the ceremony at 5. I think you would rather want to ride with us other than some random chauffeur.” He reassured.

“Thank you so much, call me when you get here and Jarvis will let you in.”

He said okay and hung up, leaving you in silence. You had to get this stain out before Peter saw or he would be furious. He would be embarrassed, humiliated. A superhero that can’t even have a clean suit, the news would eat him up! In a way you knew that you were overreacting but you were so stressed and this was another problem, YOU had to deal with.

You took a shower and slipped on the outfit that someone had arranged for you. You did your hair and even though you realized how good you looked you couldn’t seem to get excited. Suddenly Jarvis spoke, “y/n it is 4:30pm and I have just allowed Ned and MJ to come into the building. You have 30 minutes to get to the award ceremony at 5. Leaving an hour before it starts.”

“Thank you Jarvis!” You replied. When you left your room and headed back into the living room you saw Ned and MJ coming out of the elevator. The theme of the ceremony was black and white and Ned was wearing a cute black tux along with his “formal” fedora. MJ was wearing a gorgeous white dress that had a slit in the middle of her stomach. Her heels clapped against the floor as she ran towards you, embracing you in a big hug. Feeling her warmth and remembering what you had done made you almost want to cry.

“How are you doing? Well Ned told me how you’re doing but we’ll get the stain out.” You let out a long sigh.

“I don’t know what to do MJ. I wish I could go back in time and just forget about my stupid project.”

“It wasn’t stupid. It’s practically his fault for leaving his important suit on the floor. He’s always been gross. One time his room was so messy when we came over he had to make a web hammock attached to the ceiling so we could have somewhere to sit.”

You felt a smile creep onto your face, but you still didn’t feel completely better. In your head it made sense that it wasn’t your fault but you still felt like it was. In a way though, MJ had given you an idea.

“Wait! MJ, can you get the car running? This should only take a second.” Ned tossed her the keys and she walked back to the elevator. “Ned can you get the suit off the table and come with me to the lab? I have an idea!”

“To the lab? Cool!” Ned exclaimed. He grabbed the suit and followed you into the hallway to the lab. You punched the code in while Ned was ooing and awwing at the super suit in his arms. The door opened and you both went into the lab. The dim lights went on and on the floor was what you needed. You handed Ned some goggles and a lab coat and you put one on yourself.

“Peter and Tony don’t like to wear these but Tony always sets his clothes on fire so I think we need them.” You explain. You and Ned walked over to the table you had been working on earlier.

“This is where my test tube exploded. We don’t have much time but I think I know how to get the stain out. Can you place the fabric on the table?” Ned laid it on the table and backed away.

“If you're doing what I think you’re doing you’re either a genius or a future hospital patient.” He joked.

You felt a smile form on your face as you poured another 5ml of liquid nitrogen into a test tube.

“I added an extra 5ml to my formula last time and the glass bottle exploded. I think if I add another 5ml to the stain the molecules will have more space to dissolve, making the stain turn into a fume that will disappear.” You said excitedly.

“And if that doesn’t work what will happen?” Ned questioned.

“I have no clue.” You replied. And with that you fastened your googles, tightened your lab coat, and poured the liquid onto the stain. A loud hiss was made and to your surprise pink smoke started to rise from the fabric. It went on for a few seconds until the hissing stopped and you waved your hand over it to clear the smoke. Setting your googles on the table you peered down at the fabric.

There was no stain! You leaped up and Ned ran over to give you another hug.

“I can’t believe that worked!” Ned exclaimed! “I thought we were just going to have to lie to him. I already came up with two in my head!” You laughed at him and picked up the suit.

“Okay, it’ll dry in the car and you can reattach it to the plastic. We have 20 minutes to get to the ceremony!”

The both of you quickly took off your equipment and ran up the stairs, to the elevator, and out to the car that MJ had been waiting in. Once safely inside she drove off, fast enough that if you looked out the window for too long you would get sick. The minutes seemed to be passing by at twice their speed but you got to the ceremony with 5 minutes to spare and Peter was waiting for you at the entrance.

“Hey, baby! I got worried you forgot to get here an hour early. Wait are you okay?”

You thrusted his suit towards him and finally took a break. You rested your elbows on your thighs and tried to catch your breath. You had ran to get the suit to Peter and when MJ and Ned caught up they were also out of breath.

Peter stared at the 3 exhausted people in front of him, confused. “Uhh, hey MJ, hey Ned. What happened?” He slowly rubbed your back and worried you were going to throw up. “It’s okay, y/n, you got here on time. Everything’s okay, heck even if you came a hour late I think it would be hard for me to get mad at you.”

You gave a small smiled and stood up straight. He was so perfect. Peter gave you a smile and kissed you. You forgot about the suit, and the mess, and everything. It was like you two were in your own little word until Tony came in.

“Y/N, MJ, Ned! I’m glad you made it. Thanks for bringing the kid his suit. Of course he forgot it.” Instead of messing with his hair like usual, he gave him a pat on the back. “Where’s the tux?”

You felt your heart fall to your shoes. You forgot the tux! You had been so focused with the suit you-.

“Here you go.” MJ stated. She handed him the tux in its protective covering. “He was so busy doing the smooching I couldn’t hand it to you.” She gave you a wink and you grinned even more.

“Great, great!” Peter beamed. “I’ll put the tux on and meet you guys back here. Then I can show you around.” He gave you another kiss on the cheek and went with Tony to the dressing rooms. Once they were gone you turned to MJ.

“You’re a lifesaver MJ! And thank you Ned, I really couldn’t have done this without you.” You thanked. Both Ned and MJ gave you a smile.

“Don’t worry about it! I got to go down to the lab! And I’m at a ceremony with The Tony Stark!” Ned exclaimed. His hands were waving around frantically and kept going up to adjust his fedora.

“You’re welcome y/n, but I think you should tell Peter the truth. Maybe not all of it but if the lab is too messy for you to work maybe he can do something to fix it.” MJ added. You hadn’t thought about that, but this whole situation was a big wakeup call.

“I will,” You decided. “ Once the ceremony ends I’ll talk to him. Now, I just want to relax, though.” You all laughed and sat down in the chairs that were placed in the lobby.

The ceremony went great. Peter wore his tux and kept sneaking over to show you some new moves he learned. When the ceremony actually started he put on the Spider-Man suit in secret. The crowd was so loud when he came onto the stage you would have covered your ears, but you were too busy clapping with everyone. After it was over, Spider-Man “had to leave” but Peter returned. You pulled him off to the side.

“Can we talk?”

Peter looked at your worried expression and led you to an area where there weren't a lot of people. “Of course. I knew you looked bothered.”

You let out another sigh and pulled up the picture of the suit with the stain on it on your phone to show Peter.

“I ruined your suit earlier. I was in the lab working on something and I couldn’t see. I added too much of a chemical to my formula and the test tube exploded. Some of the formula went onto it.”

Peter looked at the picture while you looked at the floor. You could feel some tears forming in your eyes.

“I’m really sorry. I was able to get it out, but I still should have cleaned better before I started and I get I’m sorta new and I shouldn’t expect you to change how you and Tony work for me but it’s just so messy and dark and I can’t focus and-”

“Darling it’s okay, it’s okay, don’t cry.” Peter reassured, he pulled you into a hug and started to rub your back again in a circular motion. “I can’t believe you got the stain out. I wouldn’t have known what to do if I had gotten it there.” He joked. “But, you could have told me, I would have gone home to help you.” This time he let out a sigh. “It’s not your fault, though. I definitely should have put it back in its case.” You nodded and let out a small laugh. With each breath you could smell some of the cologne Tony probably sprayed on him. It was a good decision.

“I’ll clean up better and Tony will just have to manage. I’ll talk to him about it, okay? But the suit looks amazing, babe. You did a good job. I don’t think the logo has shined that bright since I got it. Plus Karen even told me that it felt fresher.”

You pulled away and looked at his eyes. “You’re the best, you know that?”

He flashed his famous smile, “I can’t be The Best if you're around. I can’t even compete.” He said sincerely.

“And neither of you two are the best in general because I am.” Tony added. You rolled your eyes at his comment. “How much of that did you hear?”

Tony frowned and shook his head. “Enough to wish I had left with Pepper when she said she was headed toward the Bar. And by-the-way neither of you get any ideas. I already notified the bartender I have four underaged guests that can only be served water and caprisuns.”

“What type of caprisuns?” You asked.

“Lemonade ones are the best.” Peter added.

“I don’t know ones.” Tony mocked. “But anyway y/n I hear your concerns and that was good problem solving skills you had. The suit did look great. I’ll work on getting you your own section in the lab. It’ll be nice and bright and you can keep it however clean you want it. So, you’ll be close to us while we’re working and I won’t have to listen to you and Peter compliment each other 100 times a day.”

You and Peter laughed and you felt his arm go around your waist. “That sounds great Mr. Stark, thank you.” You chimed.

Tony had already started to walk away but you heard him call out, “Stop calling me Mr. Stark and I’ll buy you your own building to work in.”

With that Peter grabbed your hand and you left the quiet area to where the after party was, to meet up with MJ and Ned.

Author’s Note: Wow first Peter Parker imagine and it’s my longest one. Is this a sign? jk anyways I hope yall enjoy this! I might rewrite it and change it to first person because I keep getting confused lol. I think I should start getting into Marvel as this was really fun to write. Please like, follow, and remember requests are open! I hope you have a wonderful day ~c’ k

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Delusional (Ch.2)

He wished that he never went to Afghanistan. His brief trip turned into a three month nightmare, which he only escaped because of Scott. His kid was the sole reason he survived and he had been determined to get home. Thanks to Yinsen, he had been able to achieve his freedom, but it was at the cost of the other man's life. Even if he wanted to die to rejoin his family, it still weighed on Tony and gave his determination to get home to Scott a bigger boost.

By some miracle, Rhodey and a team were flying around looking for him in the middle of the desert and he was home within 24 hours. Of course he cleaned up a bit. He knew Scott would be waiting on the tarmac for him and didn't want his kid to see him beaten, bleeding, and bruised. The electromagnet in his chest would be bad enough.

"How is he?" Tony asks as the plane starts it's landing. "How's my kid?"

"Scott was…inconsolable for the first month." Rhodey answers. "Then suddenly, one day, he hunkered down in the lab and hacked everything he could think of to find you. I had to pull a lot of strings to keep him out of trouble...but he helped find you."

Tony nods. "Scotty's a force to be reckoned with. It's a good thing he doesn't like violence or the rest of the world would be in trouble."

"Speaking of, can you please tell him to stop changing the nuclear codes?"

"Even if I could, I wouldn't. He has the right idea. I should be taking a page out of his book for once."

Once the plane lands, Rhodey helps him to his feet as the ramp lowers, and then down to the tarmac where Happy, Pepper, and Scott are waiting. He saw Scott's disappointed look when Tony refused the gurney they had rolled over, but Tony didn't care. He walked straight over to the younger man and pulled him into a tight hug, sighing with relief. He never took Scott for granted, but he still missed the ridiculous cowlick in his hair and the way he smelled of oranges and...candy? Something told Tony that Scott's diet largely consisted of candy at least in the past few weeks.

"You smell like you could go for a cheeseburger too." Tony finally says and Scott looks at him incredulously.

"You've been missing for three months, assumed dead, and that's the first thing you say to me?" Scott frowns.

"What? You want me to drop to my knees and sob overdramatically about how much I missed you?" Tony asks and Scott makes a face. "Yeah. I didn't think so. So a cheeseburger and a press conference."

"A press conference?" Pepper asks, surprised as she gets in the car with the men. "You should go to the hospital-"

"Cheeseburger. And a press conference." Tony repeats firmly.

He left no room for argument and Pepper eventually relented and called whoever she needed to to get the press conference to happen. In the meantime, Tony wrapped an arm around Scott's shoulders and pulled him close, needing him to stay nearby. He needed the closeness, and for now he needed Scott to stay where he could see him. At least just for now. That was when Scott noticed the faint glow through his shirt and he sat up a little.

"Dad? What's that?" Scott reaches out and unbuttons the first few buttons before Tony can stop him and the younger male stares.

"I'll explain later alright? When we get home."

Fortunately, Scott nodded and let the subject drop and soon enough, Happy was passing a bag of Burger King back to them. Scott barely opened it and handed one to Tony before he was practically inhaling it, so his son decided to hand him his second one before getting his own. Tony was just opening his second one as the car pulled up to the building and Happy gets out and rounds the car to let them out. Everything up to the point of his announcement was a bit of a blur after that. He was tired, he hurt, and honestly he wanted to go home and fall into bed for a couple of days.

Seeing the look on Scott's face though? It made Tony absolutely sure of his decision to shut down the weapons department. They would find a new way for the company to thrive. And Tony was going to take a page from Scott's book like he should have the moment Stark Industries was his.

The Merchant of Death was no more.

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One of the first things Tony did after he slept for 18 hours was go down to his lab and make an upgraded version of his mini arc reactor. Something more reliable that wasn't made from parts found in a cave and wouldn't remind him of the pain and torture he endured in those three months. It didn't take long for him to finish, but once he got himself hooked up to an EKG and sat himself in a chair, he realized his newest predicament.

His hands were too big.

"JARVIS? Where's Scott?" Tony asks. "Nevermind." He grabs his phone and video calls Scott. When the younger man answers, he sees him eating a sandwich. "Two things. Bring me a sandwich and come help me real quick."

"Sure."

The video call abruptly ends and in just a few minutes, Scott walks down to the lab with Tony's sandwich and walks over to him. He looks at all of the equipment around his father and then at the new arc reactor as he sets the plate down.

"You're not doing surgery on yourself are you?" Scott asks.

"Nope. You are." Tony says and Scott pales. "I'm kidding. Sort of. Let me see your hands."

Scott holds up his hands and Tony nods. They were definitely smaller than his. Small enough at least.

"Perfect. You're helping me replace this." Tony takes the old piece out of his chest and Scott watches in trepidation.

"What do you want me to do?" Scott asks.

"There's an exposed wire which is why I needed to replace it. Need you to pull it out without touching...just treat it like Operation. You liked that game."

"Yeah, when I was four and not pulling weird things out of my dad." Scott moves closer and reaches in anyway, making a face when his fingers squelch in the plasma. "Oh god. This is so gross and smells-"

"Yeah it does." Tony says with humor in his voice.

He tried warning Scott about the magnet at the end, but it was pulled out before he could finish his sentence and the machine beside him beeps in warning. Scott startles and looks at it, but Tony manages to get his attention again.

"Hey, don't worry about the machines. Put that down and take this." Tony says, giving Scott the new piece once his son puts the old one down. "Connect it to the plate-there you go." Tony praises and helps lock it into place. "All done. You did great. Thanks."

Scott grimaces and wipes his hands on a nearby rag. "Never ask me to do that again. Ask someone else to do it."

"I only have you kiddo." Tony says seriously and Scott looks at him before sighing and picking up the old arc reactor.

"What should I do with this?"

"Get rid of it. Destroy it... whatever." Tony shrugs and grabs his sandwich after pulling his shirt back on.

"You might need it for parts." Scott says and takes it over to an iron shelf to place with other discarded projects. "You'll thank me later."

"I doubt it."

Scott rolls his eyes and follows Tony over to his desk where he sits down and starts scrolling through some files until sending one over to the holotable. Blueprints of the iron suit he had made and escaped in. Ever since he got back, all he could think about was keeping Scott safe. And he figured he could do that with the suit. A properly upgraded one that wasn't clunky...but this would be for him. He was serious when he said he was shutting down the weapons department of the company, but he couldn't just sit back with this idea in his lap.

"What's that?" Scott asks.

"This," Tony starts, trashing parts of the blueprint in the Holo trash can. "Is how I escaped."

"Shall I upload this to the company server Sir?" JARVIS asks.

"No. Keep it in my private server. I don't know who I can trust right now."

"Not Obie." Scott grumbles and Tony looks over at him.

"What? Why?"

Scott shrugs. "I don't know. He was weirdly calm while you were missing...and he tried to give me a cheeseburger." When Tony gives him a confused look, he clarifies. "The bun had sesame seeds on it."

"He probably forgot or didn't realize." Tony says and looks back at the suit. "But noted."

He didn't want Scott to think he was brushing him off.

"Why are you making adjustments to that?" Scott asks, watching his father work.

"I'm making this for myself...and you in a way. It will give me peace of mind to know I have a way to protect you." Tony trashes another part and opens the arms of the suit.

"Dad-"

"Please." Tony says, stopping and looking at Scott again. "I'm not making weapons for the rest of the world anymore, but you can be damn well sure that I'm going to make armor to protect what's important to me."

Scott didn't argue further. Maybe because he realized how much Tony needed this. And even more surprising? He actually helped. Over the next week, he helped write the code JARVIS would need when they integrated him into the suit, and helped find screwdrivers that Tony misplaced. Tony liked having a project to do with Scott. It used to be cars since Scott refused to work with weapons, but now they had the suit.

And on some occasions Scott had to console DUM-E. Especially after Tony called him a tragedy. It wasn't his fault DUM-E couldn't follow simple directions.

Okay, maybe it was...a little.

"Okay. Got the camera rolling?" Tony asks Scott as he steps onto the testing area wearing the flight pieces of his suit.

"Yup...and DUM-E has the fire extinguisher as always." Scott answers and looks up from the camera.

"Alright." Tony readies his stance. "We'll start off with 10% thrust capacity and see if it gets us off the ground."

The whirring grows louder and then Tony starts his countdown from three. The moment he hits one, he presses the handheld switches, immediately getting thrown up and backwards. He hits the low ceiling before crumpling to the floor and DUM-E turns to him and sprays him with the fire extinguisher as Scott runs over to him. The second the younger realizes he's generally okay, he bites his lip and starts to turn red.

Probably from trying not to laugh.

"If I hear a snicker from you, I will ground you forever. No oranges or lollipops."

Scott bursts into laughter a moment later and Tony sighs and holds up his arm.

"Help me up you brat."

"I think it's safe to say that 10% gets you off the ground." Scott snickers once he gets himself under control, and reaches down to help him to his feet.

"Ahahaha, so funny." Tony takes off the suit pieces with Scott's help and walks over to the workbench.

"It was. And now we will forever have a record of it." Scott smiles and watches Tony start designing the arms of the suit.

"I'd delete it but I'm sure you'll find a way to restore it and squirrel it away somewhere."

Scott only confirms his theory with a laugh and they both look over to the door when it hisses open. Pepper walks in and approaches them after setting some paperwork down.

"Didn't you hear the intercom? I've been buzzing you. Obadiah's upstairs." She tells them and Scott scrunches his nose.

"What? Oh, right. I'll be right up." He pulls his arm and the bones of the suit's arm from the stand with it.

"I thought you were done making weapons."

"He is." Scott answers. "That's a flight stabilizer."

"Completely harmless." Tony adds.

He powers it up and activates it, sending things - and himself - flying. Unfortunately his landing pad had been Scott, who was standing behind him when he shot the stabilizer and Tony immediately rolled off of him. Scott groans and holds the back of his head as he sits up and Pepper looks down at both of them incredulously.

"Seriously, how is he still alive?" Pepper asks.

"In my defense, I didn't expect that." Tony says and gets up with Scott's help once the younger recovers.

"You say that more than you think." Pepper says. "Brought paperwork for you to look at and sign. Obie is upstairs. Scott? Are you okay sweetie?"

"Still better than an asthma attack." Scott answers.

"I swear one of these days I'm going to come down here and find you both dead." Pepper sighs.

"It's plausible." Tony says and starts for the stairs.

Pepper only scoffs.

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ghostofskywalker · 3 years

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hey there i have a request for the spring ficlets, misc6 for Howard Stark but can it be Peggy saying that to him like no y/n just I dunno Howard and Peggy on a mini mission and hes just being his stupid genius self or maybe Peggy is on a mission to help a drunken Howard who somehow gets his foot stuck in a toilet and she says that to him

i loved this idea! thank you for sending it in 💕

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prompt: “Did you seriously just get your foot stuck in a toilet?” “Maybe.”

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Peggy wasn’t supposed to be in the field for this mission, but apparently Howard didn’t know how to go to a party and not drink. This was supposed to be easy, Howard would get whatever information he could about the remaining members of the council of nine, and then he was going to leave. But as the night went on, it became increasingly obvious that it was going to be a lot more difficult than that.

The biggest issue was that Howard didn’t exactly hold back on the champagne, and he didn’t exactly have the highest tolerance for alcohol. So Peggy found herself slipping into the party and hoping no one noticed her, just to get Howard out of there before things went really wrong.

“Hey Peg!” he said when she approached him, downing the last of yet another glass of champagne. “What’s up?”

He seemed to have forgotten the mission objective completely, and Peggy furrowed her eyebrows. “Have you gotten any information about the Council of Nine yet?” she asked as she pulled him aside from the other guests. He didn’t even have to speak for Peggy to know the answer to her question, the confused look he gave her was enough. “Come on, I’m going to take you home.”

“But I’m not done partying yet,” Howard said, slurring his words ever-so-slightly. “Come on Peg, let’s dance.”

Peggy didn’t even have a chance to argue, because Howard had dragged her out onto the dance floor and was drunkenly swaying back and forth. She knew that he was a good dancer when he was sober, but apparently that wasn’t a skill that he retained when he was drunk, because they had been dancing (if you could even call it that) for less than two minutes and he had already stepped on her feet twice. After a while, Peggy finally decided that she had enough. She could hear Daniel laughing at her through the earpiece she was wearing, the glasses that Jarvis had originally used when they were trying to get the Zero Matter sample from Whitney. “Come on Howard, we have to go.”

Luckily for Peggy, he put up minimal resistance, and she managed to drag him out to the van. When the door was closed and everyone was sitting, Daniel pulled away from the venue and started to drive back to the SSR. “I’ll drive him back to his house and then I’ll meet you at home,” she told Daniel when they arrived.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine, don’t worry. Jarvis and Ana are out at the ballet tonight, but they should be back soon, if they’re not already home.”

“Alright,” he said. “But call me if you need anything, okay?”

They split with a quick kiss on the lips, and Peggy now had to get a very drunk Howard Stark in the back of his car so she could drive him home. And if that wasn’t difficult enough, he was babbling incoherently the entire time. By the time they finally made it back to Howard’s mansion, the alcohol had thankfully worn off a little, and Howard was able to stumble up the driveway and into the house by himself. Peggy didn’t see Jarvis' car, so she decided to stay there until they returned, because she didn’t trust Howard to not burn his own house down, even if he was starting to sober up.

And that was definitely a good choice on her part, because she had barely sat down when she heard a loud crash and muffled swearing. “Howard?” she called out, not sure what was going on.

“I’m in here!” his voice came from the bathroom, and Peggy almost didn’t want to open the door just in case she saw something she didn’t want to, but she knew she had to. Thankfully Howard was fully clothed, but the sight she was met with only left her with more questions. “Did you seriously just get your foot stuck in a toilet?”

He hesitated before answering. “Maybe.”

“Do I even want to know?” she asked, eyebrows raised.

“Probably not.”

“You know what, you’re probably right.”

The rest of the evening went by in a blur, and Peggy was glad when Jarvis and Ana walked in. She told them what happened and Jarvis promised he would handle Howard. He also urged Peggy to go home and go to bed, because he could tell she was tired. On another day Peggy might have argued, but this time she was just too tired to.

When she finally got back to her own house, Daniel was still awake. They slipped into bed together, and the lights went out almost immediately. Just before Peggy started to fall asleep, she heard Daniel’s voice. “How was everything with Howard?”

“You don’t want to know.”

He didn’t answer, but she could hear him chuckle to himself as she drifted off to dreamland.

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sinner-as-saint · 5 years

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Post Endgame Steve Rogers Fic.

Requested by anon: “I was wondering if you could possibly write something about where the reader was Tony’s daughter, from a one night stand before he was iron man, and is dating Steve, so when Tony passes in Endgame she uses sex with Steve as a way to help her grieve?”

Themes: Smut, angst, feels, language, a little bit of soft Bucky

A/n: Let’s pretend Steve didn’t go back to return the stones right away. I mean he does eventually, but just not right after the funeral. Enjoy loves! And do let me know what you think, i love hearing feedback!

You sat in the living area of the new home your dad left you in his will, not far from the Avengers’ compound. A cup of strong, black coffee in your hand and your laptop on your lap, you just scrolled through the countless number of emails and fan art you were receiving or being tagged in – the world was mourning for your father like they should for the hero he was. While Morgan sat next to you, munching messily on her second mini cheeseburger of the night. She reminded you so much of your dad it was crazy.

You were Y/n Stark, daughter of Tony Stark. You never knew who your mother was, and your dad didn’t know either. All you could put together was that you were conceived during Tony Stark’s playboy days; years before he became Iron Man. And what you dad told you was that one day long time ago, a man showed up on his doorstep with a baby and a handwritten letter. And the unknown man left both you and the letter in his hands before going away without a word.

Upon reading the letter, Tony figured that you were his daughter. You were 10 months old at the time. And ever since then, you had the best dad anyone could ask for.

Time passed and your dad almost died, was kidnapped and eventually became Earth’s best defender; Iron Man and you couldn’t be happier when he first introduced you to the Avengers. Your relationship with Pepper was awesome too. Your dad was your best friend, and losing him was your worst nightmare. A nightmare which came true.

You went to every single mission with your dad; despite his over protectiveness. And you fought alongside your father every single time, until the Civil War between him and Cap.

You both had a huge argument when he found out that you were siding with Steve. He said things he didn’t mean and you did too. And after finding out the whole story, you didn’t want to choose sides anymore, so you disappeared. For years nobody knew where you went; your dad was losing his mind and then Thanos happened.

You somehow showed up in Wakanda while your dad was on Titan. Long story short, you thought you had lost him in the snap, but then he came home.

Your dad decided that he wanted to marry Pepper finally and settle down somewhere far from the superhero life. And you were happy for him truly. They had a simple wedding, and then they had a daughter, Morgan.

You lost people in the snap, and for 5 years you all tried to move on.

During those five years, you lived with the Avengers, well what was left of them. You helped Nat through it all and you somehow grew closer to Steve more than anyone else. And before you knew it, you were starting to catch feelings for the super soldier.

After the last battle, when you saw your father die right in front of you, you were completely broken. You were still in denial at his funeral. In his prerecorded message for all of you, he mentioned that he was leaving you, Morgan, Peter and Harley everything he had, including a lavish, smart home built just for each one of you. Morgan lived with Pepper, while you lived alone in your spacious home. And it got lonely sometimes, but the team kept visiting. Peter would come by sometimes, Sam and Bucky would too. Steve was somehow always away but he visited whenever he could.

The team were still debating over who would actually go to place all the stones back. You offered to go, but a loud echo of ‘No!’ from many people, including Happy and Rhodey, shot back at you when you did propose that idea during a recent meeting. Being Tony Stark’s daughter, it was a habit for them, instilled by Tony himself, to be protective over you.

Morgan’s voice dragged you back to reality from the flashback you were having.

“Can I please have another one, Y/n?” she asked, giving you the best puppy eyes ever. She had your dad’s eyes and whenever you looked into them, you knew that he was with you in another form.

“Nice try Morgoona, but mom is gonna kill us both if she ever found out that I’m your cheeseburger dealer. Also, she’s on her way to pick you up, she’s done with work. You can have cheeseburgers tomorrow baby, for now, let’s wipe your face,” you were babysitting Morgan while Pepper was caught up with work and meetings all day.

An hour later, Pep came over to pick Morgan up asked you if you wanted to join them for dinner. You politely refused because you still needed time to recover before going back to the lake house which was filled with your dad’s memories.

It was around 10 p.m. and you were just lounging in the living area with a book when your phone buzzed on the coffee table not far from you.

It was a message from Steve.

1 new message from Captain Dorito: Can I come over? Need to talk.

It simply said, yet the seven little words made your heart pound inside your chest. You and Steve were an on and off couple. Yeah you had sex multiple times in the past, but since you lost your father and since Bucky came back, you both had been a bit distant from one another; taking time to heal and catch up with the ones you had lost.

His text was short and simple, but your tried your hardest to read between the words, and when you couldn’t figure anything out – you texted him a simple ‘yeah’ and paced around in your living room until you heard the roar of his car’s engine coming through your property’s gate.

Just a few moments later, the AI your father had created and installed in your house spoke up.

“Captain Rogers is at the door, Y/n.” it simply said. And you let out a loud breath.

“Let him in, Mr. J,” you replied back. He was named after Jarvis, because he was your favorite AI that your dad ever made. You wanted to name yours Jarvis Junior but then settled on Mr. J because it was cooler.

You were on the first floor so it took him a few seconds to come in the room which you were in and those few seconds felt like an eternity. Then you finally saw him, after days.

He walked in your living room, carefully shaved, his soft, signature smile on and wearing a long sleeved, tight, navy blue shirt which accentuated his defined abs and his biceps. The sight of him alone made your heart go crazy in a really good way.

“Hey Y/n,” he simply said, greeting you with his muscular arms wide open; hoping for a much needed hug.

Perhaps it was the fact that you hadn’t seen each other in quite a while. Perhaps it was because you missed him. Or perhaps it was because you were tired of being alone and acting so strong for Morgan, Peter, Pepper, and Rhodey and basically everyone else that you needed a shoulder to cry on as well. Either way, you ran into his arms and wrapped your limbs around him, a few tears falling down your cheeks in the process and landed on his shirt.

But he didn’t mind, he just wanted to hold you and let you know that it was okay and that he was here.

You jumped in his arms and wrapped your legs around his lean waist, while his strong arms pressed your body against his even more.

The faint scent of his cologne calmed you down. The comfort in his smile reminded you that you were home, safe. His arms around your body made you feel protected and that no harm would ever fall on you.

“You’re here finally. What happened, bored of everyone already?” you asked, sniffling and he chuckled, rocking you slightly before placing you back on your feet.

You looked up at him, still in his embrace as his hands settled on both sides of your waist. Your e/c eyes bore into his ocean blue ones.

They held an incomparable depth. They weren’t just blue eyes, they were the kind that reminded you of the azure sea on a bright day. They reminded you of a dim ray of light passing through the rarest of blue diamonds. They shone like blue fire; burning along the rims of his black pupil. They reminded you of home.

“You’re not an option that I turn to when I’m bored, Y/n, I’ve told you many times before. You needed time to heal, but then I thought that you might need some company. I mean, you haven’t left this house in a whole week. Did you eat today?” he asked in his ‘Captain’ voice.

You sighed and smiled at his concern.

“Yeah I had cheeseburgers with Morgan,” you replied and from the look on his face, you could tell he was done.

“You Stark girls and your cheeseburgers! Want me to make you dinner, a proper dinner. Not just lumps of cheese and unhealthy processed meat which h-,”

“Jesus Steve! You sound like the old man you are! I’m fine, I just…miss you. A lot,” you laughed and stood on your tip toes to rub your nose against his.

Your lips brushed against his in the process and you caught the sharp intake of air he took.

His grip on your waist tightened and he smiled, placing his forehead against yours.

“I miss you too, a lot,” he whispered and his hot breath fanned your face.

Your hand held the back of his head as you pulled him down slightly so you could kiss him properly. His lips met yours for a slow kiss and both your mouth moved in perfect harmony.

The kiss quickly turned into one which was needy and passionate and it sent tingles all over your body. Your other hand held his face gently as his tongue slipped into your mouth. His taste drove you crazy. Your body burned with desire wherever his skin made contact with yours. And soon, it felt way to warm to still have your clothes on. So you got rid of them.

“Mr. J, shut down on the first floor, please. Thanks,” you quickly told the AI and as a response, you got two beeps – signaling that Mr. J was no longer recording audio nor visuals of the occurrence of the floor which you were in.

You briefly broke contact with your super soldier to take off your top while he pulled down your shorts and left them at your feet; leaving you only in your matching set of dark burgundy cotton underwear. He kissed his way up from your thighs until he reached your collar bones. He bit, kissed and marked your skin until he finally found his way to your sweet spot.

He mercilessly assaulted the skin just underneath your jaw with his mouth till you placed the palm of your hand underneath his tight shirt and over his abs.

“Take it off,” you spoke in your authoritative voice and he obeyed immediately.

“Yes ma’am,” he teased and took off his shirt in an agonizingly slow pace, followed by his pants; leaving him only in his black briefs which did nothing to hide his very prominent hard on.

Meanwhile, you made yourself quite comfortable on the nearby couch, watching him strip just for you; leaning backwards till your back hit the multiple soft cushions while you parted your legs slightly, just to invite him in but not give him the full show just yet.

A devilish smirk cast itself upon his handsome face when he saw you in the position, on that couch. And he knew exactly what you wanted.

He slightly pushed the nearby coffee table aside with ease and knelt in front of you. The palms of his hands on either of your knees as he pulled your legs further apart slowly. Your breathing grew faster as he maintained eye contact while hooking a finger on the side of your underwear and pulled it down lazily.

Your lust got the best of you and you hurried to unclasp your bra and let it fall by your side. You had been intimate with the soldier many times now, and being naked in front of him had never been an issue.

Upon seeing your delicate swells, his eyes got darker as his desire rushed through his body faster than before. His heartbeat increased just by seeing how beautiful you looked; naked in front of him, waiting patiently for him to take his time on you.

“You are so beautiful, baby,” he whispered against your inner thighs as his lips grazed the soft skin leisurely.

Your core was dripping and you knew he could see it because it was literally flowing out of your folds at this point. Your entrance was throbbing; awaiting desperately for his attention and his touch. Steve knew what you wanted, but he enjoyed teasing the living shit out of you.

He licked a thick stripe from your thigh to your hip bone, and kissed his way across your abdomen to reach the other side of your hip, all while carefully avoiding the spot where you wanted him the most.

You groaned out of frustration.

“Steve!” you mumbled, grabbing a handful of his hair and tugging on it gently.

He smirked against your skin and placed one last kiss right under your belly button before lifting his head up to meet your glossy eyes looking down at him.

“Yes? Want anything?” he asked nonchalantly as he rubbed his hands up and down your legs. His touch sent shivers right down your spine and despite the decent room temperature, you got chills.

You wanted him. All of him. He was your escape. Steve was what you needed to forget about everything for a short while. It seemed selfish, but it felt right.

“Yes, please just- touch me, Captain, please,” you whined in desperation and his eyebrows shot up while his smirk got bigger at the name used at him. He liked it.

His hands wrapped around your thighs as he pulled you closer to him slightly; your bare, dripping core much closer to his face now and when he spoke, his breath fanned against your wet folds and caused an intense sensation right on top of your throbbing core.

“Where does my girl want me? Right here?” he asked and before you could give him a proper answer, he slipped his tongue between your slippery folds and the warmth of his mouth dragged a loud moan out of you.

“Fuck! Right there Steve,” you moaned and held his head right above your heat, tugging on his scalp slightly as both your fists were tangled in his hair.

His tongue worked on your entrance, slipping in and out of your folds and occasionally circling your bundle of nerves and sucking harshly on it – driving you crazy with just his tongue.

Somehow, while he was at it, he slipped two fingers into your tight entrance and curled them upwards while he lazily stroked them in and out of you. And a rather vulgar moan slipped out of your mouth.

While he pumped his fingers in and out of you, his tongue flicked over your clit speedily while occasionally bringing his mouth over it to suck on it gently.

He worshiped your body with all his might, and soon, you came undone all over his mouth and his skilled fingers. Your body was squirming under him as the waves of euphoria washed over you, and your desire flowed out of you drop by drop as he removed his fingers from the tight, circular entrance of your core.

He didn’t waste any time in bringing his tongue back to your dripping heat once again, relishing whatever you had to offer him. His nose grazed your carefully trimmed bush and you could see your cum dripping down his chin. The sight was filthy, and you liked it.

His tongue brushed over your most sensitive spots and your body was shaking under his touch, and that didn’t stop him. He licked you clean and then stood up to look down at you.

“You always taste so damn good,” he whispered, stroking your hair gently with his hand as he stood in front of you, a thin layer of sweat all over his muscular abdomen and his broad chest.

His hard on looked so prominent that it looked like it must be painful at this point.

You took your bottom lip between your teeth as you waited for his next command.

“You’re gonna be a good girl and suck my cock now, aren’t you, babygirl? You’re gonna wrap your pretty mouth around me, yeah? Well, then get to work baby,” he whispered huskily and you didn’t waste another second.

You hurried and pulled down his black briefs, which pooled at his ankles and he carefully stepped out of them as you wrapped your hand around his thick length and pumped it a couple of times before taking just the tip into your mouth, knowing how much that got him to the edge.

“Fuck! Your mouth feels – holy fuck!” he moaned as you caught him off guard and toyed with his balls.

Your mouth wrapped around his leaking tip and your tongue twirled around it, dragging a few cuss words out of his oh so righteous and pure mouth.

To the world, Steve Rogers was a good, honest and saintly man. But here, naked with you, the feral and rawness in him came out and you liked knowing that you had the power to bring this wild side out of the noble, out of time, hero.

The cuss words flowed out of his mouth like a chant as your tongue brushed over the slit of his length before taking all of him into your mouth. You allowed him to slide inside your mouth until he hit the back of your throat.

You bounced your head as your mouth milked his length perfectly. His one hand held a grip in your hair while the other held your jaw possessively while you maintained eye contact with him.

His perfect face had a pleasant frown upon it as you moved your mouth around him, tracing each bump and each bulging vein with your tongue. His taste drove you wild, and soon, his grip tugged at your hair harder and he bucked his hips against your mouth, sliding his length in and out of your mouth faster than before. That signaled that he was close so coming undone.

You hollowed your cheeks and sucked on his hard length slightly, a hiss slipping out of his pink lips as you noticed that his muscles tensed and soon, you felt his load shoot the back of your throat.

His raw, salty taste fueled your lust for him.

His semi hard length slowly slipped out of your mouth as his eyes rolled back and he leaned his head back a little, breathing heavily with his mouth slightly parted as his orgasm washed through him as well. A few droplets of sweat trickled down his chest and he looked magnificent, his damp skin shining in the dim evening light of your living room.

The sight of him riding the waves of pleasure was something you couldn’t get used to no matter how many times you saw it before. He looked ethereal.

His heavy breathing ceased slightly as his grip on your jaw tightened. He bent down and brought his own face closer to yours.

His warm cum smudged slightly on the side of your mouth and the sight of having his cum messily all over your mouth drove the man insane.

He gripped your jaw and lifted your face up to line up with his. His grip on your jaw caused your mouth to part just the slightest.

“Look at you, all messy and wet with my cum all over your mouth. You’re mine, you get that? All mine,” he growled and spat in your mouth before quickly covering your mouth with his warm one.

The kiss was ferocious, animalistic and passionate. You could feel his lust for you in the kiss, his teeth clashed against yours and his lips made it their mission to bruise yours. The kiss hurt, but the passion and lust hidden in it minimized the pain.

His hands traveled everywhere all over your body. He pulled you up so you were standing as well, and slapped your thighs lightly. You took that as your cue to jump and wrap your legs around his waist once again.

He carefully walked the two of you to your bedroom, all while kissing the living shit out of you.

You briefly broke the kiss once he laid you down on your cool, satin sheets. He stood back, looked at you and smirked.

Oh, you knew that smile.

“Condoms on the t-,”

“The top drawer, yeah I know,” he smirked, finishing your sentence as he quickly opened the drawer, took one out, ripped the wrapping, took it out and handed it to you.

“Wanna do the honors?” he teased as you sat up and took the thin, transparent condom out of his hand and slipped it carefully onto his length.

You gave the glistening tip a quick peck and he growled again, making you smirk this time.

“Hurry up, Captain. I need you to fuck me, now!” you demanded and he was quick to follow your orders.

He pushed you back on the bed and wrapped his mouth around your nipple, while his hand toyed with the other one. His lips and fingers pinching and biting down on the soft buds gently.

He kissed his way down from the valley of your boobs, around your belly button, until he reached your core.

He rubbed his tip against your clit and you moaned out loud. He was barely in you and you were already so stimulated.

He applied just the slightest of pressure and rubbed his tip up and down your wet folds, earning another loud, obscene moan out of you followed by a chant of cuss words.

He smirked again.

“I love how your body responds to my touch babe,” he whispered quickly before slipping his length inside of you without another warning.

You took deep breaths as your entrance adjusted to his size. Again, no matter how many times you’ve been intimate with him, his size was definitely something which you couldn’t just get used to.

“Tell me if I hurt you, babygirl. Tell me if you want me to s-,”

“God! Just fuck me Rogers!” you playfully slap his chiseled face and his smirk grew wider.

His body hovered over yours as he supported himself up with his elbows, placed on either side of your head.

He moved his hips just the slightest and you felt his length stretch you to your maximum.

“Fuck, baby! You’re so fucking tight, shit!” you heard his groan under his breath as his lips found their way to your neck, kissing and biting the skin like he owned it.

Hearing him swear was always a turn on for you, and as your heard his vulgar words, your core got wetter and wetter – lubricating and easing his way as he rocked in and out of you.

He started slow, and when he realized that you had gotten used to his size – he sped up.

Sweat formed in between his eyebrows as he pounded into your heat. Your legs instinctively reached around his waist and you locked him in place.

One of his hands reached around your back as he lifted your back slightly off the bed sheets. The new angle allowed his length to stroke sensitive spots you didn’t know you had. Your wet walls clenched carefully around him and pumped him nicely.

His tip grazed your g-spot with almost every thrust and you were beginning you lose yourself in his embrace. Your head clouded with lust, passion and your love for him. And suddenly all that mattered in the world was the way your body connected with his in that moment. All you cared about was how he made you feel loved. All you could focus on was the filthy words which escaped his mouth.

His hand left your back and flew to your clit. He rubbed the little nub furiously and soon, the sweet, all too familiar pressure began forming itself right at your heat. And you knew you couldn’t hold it in much longer.

“Steve! Fuck, I’m so close, Captain. Can I cum, please?” you asked, unsure of whether you made any sense. And you heard him grunt and moan your name once again.

Hearing you calling him ‘Captain’ in bed was something which turned him on more than anything. And having you squirming underneath him, naked and at his mercy was a sight he would never forget.

“Hold on, baby. Just a little longer,” he whispered against your sweet spot and moved his mouth over yours once again, drinking in all the moans and cuss words which left your lips as he fucked you into oblivion. Your tight entrance applied just the right amount of pressure around his shaft and it was hard even for the super soldier to hold back his release.

His kissed you and you moaned into his mouth and soon, his thrust started getting more and more irregular. You knew he was close and suddenly you couldn’t keep it in anymore. The pressure building at your core became too much to hold back, so you let go. And you came undone around him.

“Fuck! Captain!,” was all you could say as you moaned out loud.

Your heartbeat rand in your ears as your back arched off the bed and your chest pressed against his. The feeling of your bare body against his was what brought about his intense orgasm.

He moaned out loud and felt his warm seed fill the condom. His heart rate increased as well, and your ragged breath against his cheek was the only thing he could focus on.

His length went limp inside you and he carefully slipped it out.

He removed the condom off, tied it and threw it somewhere on the ground; it being the last thing he cared about right now. His body fell on top of yours, yet he was careful as to not apply all of his body weight on top of yours because given that you were not enhanced in anyway – it would definitely crush you.

You wrapped your limbs around him once again as he moved to lay right next to you on the bed.

“I’ve always liked this bed, you know. And having you in it with me is just, heaven on Earth,” he whispered, kissing your sweaty forehead as he held you close.

You chuckled at his absolutely random confession.

You calmed you heartbeat and breathing before replying.

“I love you, Steve. Anywhere is heaven on Earth when I’m with you,” you confessed and placed a kiss on his chest before laying your head on top of it.

He laughed and placed a kiss on top of your hair, while stroking it gently.

It was true, this was your true definition of happiness. Here, with him in your bed; both of you tired and worn out from making love, limbs tangled with one another, the smell of sex in the air as you both tried to calm your racing hearts.

This was how you intended to spend the rest of your life, with him.

However, you couldn’t help but hear the faint whisper of your conscience asking you if he wanted the same.

Was this what he wanted as well? Did he envision his forever being with you?

You tried your hardest to silence the faint voice down.

“Hey, earlier in your text you said you needed to talk. Is everything okay?” you asked, desperately wanting that the little voice would just shut up.

His charming smile faded instantly as soon as those words left your mouth.

“Steve? Is everything okay?” you asked again and he shifted from under you and laid on his side, facing you properly as his hand flew to your cheek, his knuckles gently caressing the soft skin.

“We, uh, had another meeting today. Well, more like a heated discussion, if not an argument really. All of us, and Pepper was there too. I guess that’s why she was late to pick up Morgan, I don’t know. Look, what I-“

“You guys had a meeting without me? Why? Steve, I deserve to know what’s going on just like the rest of you do,” you couldn’t hide the hurt in your voice. And he caught it.

You sat up and pulled your blanket to cover your body from the chilly air coming from the AC.

Steve sighed and sat up too, getting under the covers with you.

You both leaned against the head board as Steve tried his best to answer to your queries.

“I know. And you do, you have the complete right to be mad at all of us, but just know that it was my idea not to tell you,” he explained and you couldn’t help but feel unwanted.

“Why?” was all you asked, your voice cracking in the process, and he sighed again before continuing.

“I proposed something. And I didn’t need someone else to tell me what a horrible idea it was while none of you understood that this is the right way to do it,” his words confused you.

“Steve, I don’t understand, what I-,”

“That stones. I’m gonna go return them, tomorrow. It’s high time now. How long are we gonna hold on to them and pretend that it’s too dangerous. We have to get them back to where they belong. Please, I was hoping that at least you would understand where I’m coming from,” he pleaded and you simply couldn’t ignore the lump in your throat.

You had all collectively agreed that it was a dangerous mission, with a crap ton of risks. And now, Steve was willing to risk it all.

“But, can’t someone else go? We can’t risk you Cap,” you were on the verge of tears. And he pulled you into his lap and held you close; placing his forehead against yours.

“And I can’t risk any of you while I sit here and wait. I have to be the one to do it. I’m the Captain, don’t forget that,” he further argued and the tears fell down your cheeks because you couldn’t hold them back anymore.

You were crying because you were afraid you would lose him, but also, because he was adamant; he was hell bent since day one about how he was the one who should go return the stones and ever since – you couldn’t help but feel as though this was more than him carrying out his ‘Captain’ duties. Somewhere, deep within your heart, you truly believed that he was trying to change something in his past. And that hurt you more than losing him.

“What if you miss the timing? What if you get stuck somewhere, we’ll never know. What if you get stuck, out of time, again? What if y-,”

“Shh, hey baby. I’ll be okay. I’ll be fine. I’ll come back to you, I will. I will come back to all of you. I promise you,” he pulled you in for a kiss and suddenly, for some weird reason, you felt like he was drifting far from you. But he was right there, in your arms, then why did it feel like he wasn’t?

You reluctantly agreed.

“Fine. I, I love you okay. Come back to me, please,” you whispered against his lips.

He didn’t answer, but he did capture your lips in a lazy, deep kiss. His hands held you close to him and in that moment; you forgot everything.

And you were too busy to notice that he didn’t say anything when you confessed your love for him.

Steve left after you both went for round 2, and cuddled for a while. You asked Mr. J to turn back on in the first floor and you went in your bathroom for a much needed bath.

While your body soaked in the tub, filled with peach scented oils and frothy bath bombs – you couldn’t stop the tears once again.

You thought about everything; your dad, your broken family and how alone you would be if it weren’t for Steve.

And while you were at it, you thought about Steve as well. What a story he had, of a super soldier trapped out of time in a world he didn’t quite fit in.

You thought about how scared he must have been when he woke up for the first time in 70 years, in the middle of a bustling city; out of time.

You thought about how heartbroken he must’ve felt when he realized that he had left his first love behind while he was stuck in this advanced world; out of time.

Hot tears fell down your face as your racing thoughts didn’t stop.

What if this isn’t what he wants?

Steve’s been trying so hard to fit in this fast paced world – one where he wasn’t supposed to be in the first place.

What if it was selfish of you to forcing him to stay here with you?

Maybe, you thought, you should just leave him the choice while the power would be in his hands tomorrow?

This, was never the life he chose. He’s trapped here. But what if he could change that, and live the life he wanted? What if he could really be with the one he once truly loved?

Your heart broke hearing your own thoughts, but you knew you had to let him go. Your dad taught you better than to be selfish when it comes to love. And you were gonna do the right thing, tomorrow.

-NEXT MORNING-

Guess it’s safe to say that you woke up wiser. You knew just what to do.

After a quick breakfast, you drove straight to the compound and made your way inside once you parked your car.

“And she finally left the house! I’m so happy you’re here, y/n!” Wanda gave you a long hug and you two casually talked for a while.

A few minutes later, Bruce walked in with Sam hot on his heels and it looked like they were arguing.

“…but you’re sure that he’ll make it back in one single piece because dude, he’s Captain America and one single mistake on your part and the entire country is gonna kick your huge, green a- Y/N! Hey, you’re here too!” Sam pulled you in for a hug as well.

You chuckled and hugged him back tightly.

“Hey birdie, missed me?” you asked and he just gave you one of his soft, caring smiles.

“Can’t lie, I did miss your annoying ass,” he answered and soon, Bruce picked you up from behind.

“HEY! We missed you!” the gentle giant said and you tried your best not giggle as he tickled your sides.

“I missed you guys too. Is Steve here?” you asked and Sam quickly told you that he was upstairs getting his quantum suit on.

You told the rest of the team that you’d be back in a minute as you rushed upstairs. You needed to talk to him urgently.

While on your way up, you bumped into a hard body.

“Shit! I’m so sorry,” you quickly apologized and looked up only to be met with a pair of crystal blue eyes.

Bucky placed his metal arm on your shoulder and gave it a little squeeze, smiling gently at you.

“You okay, doll? You seem a little shaken up, you alright?” he asked and you nodded, unable to speak because you were mentally rehearsing the speech you were about to deliver to Steve.

“Okay, I’m here if you ever need to talk. See you around,” he said and made his way downstairs.

You rushed through the corridor until you reached Steve’s room. You knocked and from inside came a muffled voice.

“Come in, Y/n,” was all it said and you pushed the door open and rushed inside.

“Hey Steve, uh, can we talk?” you asked.

“Sure, what’s wrong?” he asked, fixing his suit and securing the Pym particle on his side.

“I, I love you. Okay, I really do. You helped me when I couldn’t help myself. You, and the others, you got me out of my misery and you always knew how to cheer me up. Even when dad was gone, you were always there. You’re my best friend Steve, you’re my rock, and I love you. But…”

Your voice trailed off as you didn’t know how to word your emotions. You loved him, you really did – but holding on to him and asking him to stay would be selfish. And you couldn’t be selfish anymore, not when he had the chance to get his life, and his first love back. You wanted him to be happy, you wanted him to have the happy life he deserved. Even if it meant, not sharing the life with you.

“But? But what- hey are you okay? Y/n, please don’t cry, tell me what’s wrong babe, please,” he walked up to you and wrapped his arm around you while his other hand caressed your cheeks, wiping away your fallen tears in the process.

You sniffled and thought, maybe you should just say it.

“I, uh, I think you should stay back. I think you should live your life, with Peggy, back in time,” you whispered and for just a split moment, his breathing stopped.

He didn’t say a word so you thought you should clarify things further.

“No one has to know, Steve. I know you don’t fit in here. I know you loved her, a lot. And in just a matter of time, you’ll have the power in your hands. The stones, you can use them and, maybe, stay behind and live the happy life you deserve. With her, she’s the love of your life after all,” you said, a few more tears falling down your cheeks.

These ones, he didn’t wipe away because he was unable to move as the words left your mouth.

“Y/n… I, what? I can’t leave?” it sounded more like a question than a statement to you.

“You deserve it, Steve. I won’t say a word to anyone. I will always love and respect you as a person Steve. I value our friendship more than anything. All the time I spent with you, all those moments, they’ll always be special to me. But you deserve a happy life, Captain. One where you’re not out of time, one which you spend with the love of your life. You deserve that, Steve, you really do. As for us, we’ll manage, don’t worry,” you wiped your tears and hugged him tightly.

“You are one of the best person I’ve ever met, y/n. I love you, I, I don’t know what to say,” he whispered against your hair.

You smiled.

You were hurting, but realizing the true happiness he’ll receive once he goes back made everything better. You loved him, and you were gonna lose him, but somehow, it felt like it needed to happen.

You both walked out of the room and the entire team was waiting for you outside. It was time for Steve to go, but the rest of the team had no idea; that he was actually going.

You could see the worry clear on Sam’s face, while Bucky was smiling faintly at you.

Wanda was nowhere to be seen, and Bruce was busy with the time machine. You both walked up to the machine and Steve stopped to give Sam and then Bucky a hug. The two super soldiers shared a hundred year old inside joke and you smiled looking at both of them.

When they pulled away from the hug, Bucky gave you a half smile, and a curious look. One which you couldn’t quite understand but you soon shook it off as Steve wrapped his arms around you once again.

“Thank you, y/n, for everything,” he whispered quietly in your ear.

You inhaled his faint cologne one last time and gave his body a tight hug.

“Thank you for everything, Steve. Now, go live your life Captain,” you whispered back in his ear and he pulled away smiling.

Steve stepped on the time machine and smiled back at all of you.

“How long is it gonna take?” Sam asked Bruce. The worry in his tone was still very audible.

“For him, however long he needs. For us, ten seconds,” Bruce replied, going through everything one more time.

You stood right next to the machine and soon, Bucky was by your side.

“You did the right thing, y/n. It was a hard decision, but I’m glad you took the right one,” he whispered in your ear, and his words were unheard by both Sam and Bruce.

You turned your head abruptly to face him but before you could say anything, Bruce spoke up.

“Going quantum in 3, 2, 1,” and while he spoke, Steve’s mask was on and the machine whirred loudly.

And within a nanosecond, Steve was gone. And your heart felt heavy again.

A couple of seconds passed and the worry on Sam’s face grew even more prominent.

“And back in 3, 2, 1,” Bruce said, flipping a switch or two.

But nothing happened. Steve didn’t come back. He listened to you after all.

While Sam and Bruce argued over what was happening, you felt a cold, metal hand against your cheek. It was Bucky, and you didn’t realize that he had held you close to him the whole time as you watched Steve leaving.

“Don’t cry doll, you did the right thing,” he whispered and you nodded.

“Thanks Buck, I know. He deserved it, he deserved a chance to live his life with the one he truly loves,” you spoke in a low voice and he hugged you tightly.

***

He left her lonely with a diamond mind And those ocean eyes

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drstrangestguyalive2 · 4 years

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React Tony Stark x Reader Chapter 4: Inebriated

This chapter has adult themes

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I pretended not to notice that little gleam in his eye, the one he had when I first met him. That gleam that remained throughout our meetings and this party. That gleam that he got when he recognized easy pickings, the woman who was next. I saw it when he looked at me, at my body. I could see it now, as he lay was perched above me in a plank of sorts. Of course, my brain didn’t want to believe that gleam was there as he started to lay kisses on my neck. My body was on fire, the heat of passion had taken me. I leaned into his kisses as he started to move up and down my neck laying each burning seed as he went.

I reached down and put my hand behind his head. I pushed him into my burning flesh and his love grew. I reached for my button-down shirt and struggled to tear it off my burning body. Tony grabbed ahold of my shirt and ripped it away leaving only a bra and my skirt between him and my fire. I pulled him in for a kiss and quickly shimmied out of my restrictive skirt. Tony reached beneath me and pulled me to a sitting position. He unlatched my bra and threw it behind his back for effect. He grabbed my breasts and kneaded them with his fists. I could feel my body burning at his touch.

Tony pulled down my underwear and started planting kisses on my legs. He moved his head slowly up and continued to worship my skin. He neared the source of my fire and suddenly pulled away and gave that same smirk. He started to lick my neck and grabbed my breast. His touch worked magic on my starved nerves. I could feel pleasure consuming my entire being.

Every touch was like a new fire being lit beneath my skin. I was ready for him.

He pushed me onto my back and straddled me. I reached towards his shirt and slowly unbuttoned it. A blue glow emanated from beneath the thick fabric. I pulled away his shirt to reveal a glowing contraption front and center in his chest. It was metal and seemed to be implanted deep into his chest.

“What the hell is that?” I pulled away from his electric touch.

“It’s just a mini arc reactor, nothing to worry about,” he leaned back in to kiss me. I stood from the couch.

“That’s fucked. Why do you have that in your chest?” I felt betrayed by a man I had only met today. Shit. It was only the first day, what the hell was I doing here?

“It’s keeping me alive, its really no big deal. Just lay back down,” Tony sounded confused and his words moved fast, maybe it was because he was used to getting his way with women.

“You’re some, fucking, cyborg thing,” I stumbled over my words. “I’m leaving.” I picked up my clothing and started to get dressed. My shirt was torn, and several buttons were missing. I wrapped my arms around my chest to feign being covered.

“How are you getting home?” Tony was next to me now. “You can’t just storm out of here.”

“Where’s Pepper? Get her to call me a car,” I could feel my anger turning me red.

“JARVIS. Call Y/N a car,” Tony spoke into the air. “Get Happy down here or something. And make it quick.”

“Of course, sir,” that same robotic voice spoke from the walls.

“I’m going down to the garage. Happy will be here. I’ll see you tomorrow,” Tony disappeared down the stairs.

“Y/N, Happy is five minutes away. Do you need anything before you leave?” Pepper entered the living room.

“Can I borrow a jacket? My shirt got torn up,” I could feel my face flushing from embarrassment. “I’m not the first, am I?”

“Not even close,” Pepper already had a shirt draped over her arm. She handed it to me and turned her back. I changed into the graphic tee surprised it fit nearly perfectly.

“Do you need anything else? Usually there is more required of me after one of these.”

“I’m alright thanks,” I folded my own shirt up into a small square, hoping to hide what had happened tonight if not from Pepper then from Happy. “How do you put up with this? I mean, you’re around him all the time and apparently here when these sorts of things happen. You have to be paid really well.”

“I’m on overtime when this goes on, so I am being paid lavishly,” she smiled comfortingly. “Happy is here. Would you like me to walk you out or are you alright?”

“I’m good thanks,” with that I left the lavish Stark mansion.

When I got home, I kicked off my heels and fell into bed, fully clothed.

#tony stark #tony stark x reader #tonystark #tony stark smut #tony stark imagine #avengers smut #marvel #marvel smut #fluff #smut

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imaginetonyandbucky · 5 years

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Tesserae

For an older prompt: (I've waited two months for this I'm so excited) Post CW—Imagine a pining Bucky picking up on how Tony seems genuinely relaxed and comfortable (dare he say happy?) around Bucky, and being really, really excited about it... then noticing how Tony minutely flinches, shies away from, and is generally afraid of Steve. Which Steve notices of course, and feels terrible about it. Imagine Bucky trying to help fix things between them like they've both helped fix him.

Sometimes when things are broken all you can do is find a new way to be...though that's not necessarily a bad thing.

AO3

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If someone had asked Tony when, exactly, the Avengers Project died – which nobody did, but not because they didn’t care, in Tony’s opinion, but because they all thought they knew – he would have said it happened way before that bunker in Siberia. It even happened before the fight at the airport, but it wasn’t when Steve found out that Bucky had killed Tony’s parents and didn’t tell Tony, because he really believed that Steve hadn’t decided not to say anything. Steve had said, “I had been trying to find the right time to tell you,” and Tony truly believed him. After all, how many times had he tried and failed to tell Pepper about the palladium that had been slowly killing him? How long would it have taken him to tell her about the Iron Man project to begin with if she hadn’t walked in on him? No, in Tony’s opinion, the Avengers as an idea died the moment when Steve found out that SHIELD was rotten to the core with Hydra and decided not to come to Tony for help. Because no matter how Tony turned it over in his mind, he couldn’t come up with any explanation other than Steve had thought that there was a chance, no matter how tiny, that Tony was Hydra too.

Tony could see, logically, how a person could be forgiven for suspecting he was part of Hydra– he’d been the first person recruited by SHIELD for the Avengers, he knew Pierce and several Hydra senators on a first name basis, and he’d even been one of the consultants on Project Insight. If it had been anyone else, he would have been the first to say that a bit of caution was warranted. But it wasn’t anyone else, it wasn’t a stranger, it was him. He would have hoped that anyone who knew him would know better. He would have thought Steve, despite their quarrels and differences, would have known better, but apparently not.

So instead of picking up a phone and asking for help, or even giving him a warning of what was coming, Steve let Tony hear about the political and military cataclysm in DC on the news, same as everyone else. And then on top of that had been the Ultron mess –

The drafting pencil in Tony’s hand snapped as he remembered the look on Steve’s face when they’d been talking about arms dealer, the accusation and contempt he’d seen there for a flash of a second. It had been painful enough to the first time around, but when he’d realized that Steve had lost trust in him years before then, the moment had taken on a new significance.

Tossing the broken pencil to the side, Tony sighed with frustration and scrubbed his face with his hands before running them through his hair. “JARVIS, turn the music up,” he said, tired of listening to his own thoughts running in circles. Before Steve and Bucky had shown back up at the tower, looking for help, Tony had more or less managed to set aside the ball of resentment that had taken up residence under his breastbone. But now it was like Steve’s presence in the tower was like the pea under his mattress, bringing up all the old pain and making it fresh again. He knew that people probably thought he’d moved past it because he and Bucky had become…well, he wasn’t sure what they were, exactly, but in any event the truth was that Steve’s presence was rubbing salt in the wound.

Stretching his neck and shoulders, he bent back over the drafting table, trying to focus on the latest redesign for the quinjet. It worked for a while; he managed to lose himself in equations for lift and drag and thrust and torque, occasionally tapping his foot to the music, until out of the corner of his eye he saw the lab door open.

JARVIS automatically lowered the volume as Bucky walked in, but not before Tony saw him wince at the wall of noise. “JARVIS, turn the music off,” Tony said, offering Bucky a sympathetic smile. “Headache?”

“Kind of,” Bucky said, smiling back wanly. “Just a little anxiety, I guess.”

“Ah.” Tony knew how that felt. He tapped his pencil thoughtfully on his drafting table and said, “Would you like me to tell you what I’m working on?”

With a grateful nod, Bucky sat, propping his chin on his metal hand, and listened while Tony’s voice ran over him; he could tell that Tony was pitching his voice low and making an extra effort to modulate his tone so it was a rhythmic patter, and the end result was Tony’s explanation was as soothing as listening to the rain. Bucky could feel his muscles unknotting and the fizzy, aching tension in his head subside as he relaxed under the weight of Tony’s words.

“You should do one of those ASMR recordings,” Bucky said, so drowsy he was barely able to hold his head up. “I could listen to you read a phone book.”

Tony snorted. “Usually people can’t wait for me to shut up,” he said dryly. He reached into his mini-fridge under his desk and pulled out two bottles of water, offering Bucky one as he opened one for himself. “Natasha called me hyperverbal.”

“Really? Not that I’ve noticed,” Bucky said. “You strike me as more quiet and thoughtful than hyperverbal.”

“Yeah,” Tony said, toying with his drafting pencil, “I guess I’ve changed a little, since then.”

***

One night, the time of night that could be called either late night or early morning, Bucky shuffled into the shared living room and found Tony curled up on the couch, watching TV. Bucky came around the couch and saw that he was watching Mythbusters. “Mind if I join you?”

“Sure,” Tony said, sitting up a little to make room on the couch. As he sat, neither one of them said the things that had already been said enough: couldn’t sleep? No, me either. Bad dreams? Yeah. Instead they skipped straight to the companionable silence. After a few minutes, Tony handed a half-empty bowl of slightly stale cheesy popcorn over, and Bucky polished off the bowl while Jamie and Adam tested whether or not someone would be thrown backwards when shot by a bullet or if a car would explode if you shot the gas tank. Bucky took issue with the episode that tested whether a car would flip over if hit with an RPG, which led to Tony telling him about the time he took down a helicopter with a piano, and then suddenly the sun was coming up, rosy fingers of light drawing lines on the ceiling. Tony and Bucky were sharing a blanket, their feet tangled together in the middle of the couch, when Steve came through on his way to the kitchen.

“Morning, Buck. Morning, Tony,” he said cheerfully, barely slowing as he walked by, but it was enough. Tony sat up, and even though he piled the extra blanket on Bucky as he stood, Bucky felt the chill of his withdrawal.

“I didn’t realize how late it was,” he said lightly. “I’ve got to get to work.”

Bucky tilted his head thoughtfully as he watched Tony leave, staring at the doorway with a frown even after Tony was gone.

After that, it took a few days to get Tony alone, but eventually Bucky tracked him to the kitchen, finding him making coffee and slicing oranges for breakfast. “Good morning,” Tony greeted cheerfully, and used his knife to push a few orange slices towards Bucky as he grabbed another from the basket on the counter. “How are you doing?”

“Pretty well,” Bucky said, eating one mostly so he would have something to do with his hands. “You?"

"Can't complain," Tony said cheerfully as he sliced. "Slept well and there aren't any fires to put out, so I can actually take my time with breakfast." He gestured with the knife at where Bucky was fiddling with the orange peels. "You seem like you have something on your mind though."

"I just had a question for you.”

"Go for it."

“Is…um, is everything okay, between you and Steve?” It had taken Bucky a while to realize that Tony was systematically avoiding Steve. After all, they are all busy people, and Tony’s schedule was probably the craziest out of everybody’s. So it wasn’t until Bucky started making an effort to spend more time with Tony that he realized that the only thing that was consistent about Tony’s schedule was that he wasn’t anywhere that Steve was. Steve liked to work out early in the morning, but Tony hit the gym in early evening. Tony would eat in the common area, but never when Steve was there. If they were ever in the room at the same time, Tony would leave, sometimes so quietly that Bucky would look over in the middle of a conversation and find that Tony was gone.

Tony’s movements slowed. “Sure,” Tony said neutrally. He rinsed off the knife and set it next to the sink then poured himself some coffee. “He’s here, isn’t he?”

Bucky squinted at him, wondering if he meant here as in the Tower or here as in alive, and decided it was probably the former. “So you accepted his apology? For, you know…” He gestured vaguely.

Tony barked out a laugh at that, sharp and bitter. “What apology? His bullshit letter, or the hangdog one he gave me when he was forced to come back and ask for help?”

Bucky blinked, startled by sudden vitriol. “I don’t know,” he said, shrugging helplessly. “I just noticed that you don’t really ever seem to be around Steve, and I was wondering if it was on purpose.”

“Yeah, it’s on purpose.”

Bucky hadn’t really thought through this conversation; he especially hadn’t anticipated that Tony would just come right out and say it, so he was caught a little flat-footed. “Why?”

Tony’s mouth twisted. “Do you really need to ask?”

“Well, I mean I know…” Bucky exhaled. He looked down at his hands, flattened them out on the granite countertop next to the orange slices and cutting board. “Do you think you’ll ever forgive him?”

“I don’t know.”

“You forgave me.”

“You’re different.”

“Yeah.” Bucky swallowed thickly. “I’m worse.”

“No,” Tony said immediately. He put one hand over Bucky’s and squeezed it, meeting his eyes so Bucky could see that he meant it. “The difference is you didn’t decide to hurt me. Steve did.”

“But he said he was sorry, and he’s trying-“

“Did he say he was sorry? And even if he did, what good, exactly, is an apology?” Tony stared Bucky in the eyes and dropped the coffee mug on the floor, not even flinching when it shattered and coffee went everywhere. “Is an apology going to clean up this mess?”

The look in Tony’s eyes made Bucky’s stomach turn. “No.”

“Will it fix the mug?”

“No.”

“So what do you think Steve can do with his apologies?”

Bucky stared at the shattered mug. “Is there anything that…I don’t know, could help? Could fix it?”

Tony exhaled. “I don’t know, Bucky. Some things just can be fixed.” He waited for a long moment but Bucky didn’t know what to say, so eventually he turned away to get a broom.

***

“Did you know?”

Steve sighed, resting his head in his hands. “I suspected. So I made sure to give him his space. I figured that’s what he needed.”

“Well, what are we going to do?”

“We?” Steve lifted his head and sat back against the couch. “It’s not your problem, Bucky. I’m glad that you two have grown close, but I don’t think Tony and I will ever get there. Too much bad blood.”

“But it’s bothering you,” Bucky said. “And it obviously bothers him. Nothing’s going to get better unless you try.”

“What can I do? Apologize again? You told me what Tony thinks of my apologies.”

“Just try talking to him. At the very least you need to clear the air.”

“I don’t know, Buck.” Steve looked down at his hands. “I don’t know that I really have the right to Tony’s forgiveness, after everything.”

“Do you forgive him? For everything in the bunker?”

“Well, yeah,” Steve said, sounding like it was something so obvious he hadn’t really thought it needed saying. “Baron Zemo went through a lot of effort to find a wedge to drive us apart, and Secretary Ross and the Accords was the hammer to the wedge. If I hadn’t kept that secret about his parents, Zemo wouldn’t have had that wedge in the first place. How do I begin to make up for something like that?”

Bucky rubbed his eyes, hearing Tony’s ragged Do you even remember them? echo in his thoughts. “Just try? Please? For me?”

“Why is this important to you?”

“Because…” Bucky took a deep breath. “You and Tony are the most important people in my life and I think that Tony…that Tony could be more. Maybe. But with all of this…”

Steve’s eyes softened. “Oh, Buck. Really? With Tony? That’s great, I’m happy for you.”

“Yeah.” Bucky smiled shyly. “I don’t know if he…you know, because of everything, but we’ll see.” It almost seemed like too much to hope for, that Tony could put their ugly past behind them to make a future. But he didn’t think anything good could happen when there was so much pain and anger festering in Tony’s heart.

“Ok, I’ll do my best,” Steve said. “Hopefully I won’t make it worse.”

“And maybe do it outside so there’s nothing to throw at you.”

#tony stark #bucky barnes #tony x bucky #winteriron #dracusfyre #prompt fill #Post Civil War #tony-centric

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moonlit-imagines · 4 years

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Headcanons for being Tony Stark’s Daughter (The Early Years)

Tony Stark x daughter!reader

warnings:

a/n: i’d like to think y/n was born around the year of 2000 in this, so around 8 when the first iron man took place, i guess this takes place all the way until right before avengers 1

prompt: y/n is tony’s daugher, takes place from about ages 0-12

The Teenage Years (2) The Intense Years (3) The Aftermath (4) Continued (5)

let’s face it: tony has no damn clue what he’s doing

your mom just kind of dropped you off at his house and left

“sir, the probability of that child being yours is very high”

“yeah, thanks for that, JARVIS”

pepper and happy being confused as hell because nobody knows what to do with you

obadiah stane was even a little bit skeptical of the whole thing

“well, we can’t just get rid of her”

“maybe we should get a dna test?”

yep, you were tony’s

although he didn’t know a thing about fatherhood, he decided this was a chance to be better than his dad

NOTHING in his house got baby-proofed

pepper and happy became reluctant babysitters at odd hours

but they grew to love you

quality time with dad

“is she holding a screwdriver?!” -pepper

“yeah, uh, she’s having a lot of fun with it” -tony

as you got older, you’d randomly wander into his shop and scare the bejesus out of him

“woah! how’d you get down here, kiddo?”

tony had to get JARVIS to keep an eye on you because if there’s trouble, you’ll find it

your first word was happy

“oh, my god, she said my name! did you hear that?”

“she meant happy like the emotion”

“really? you’re gonna tell me what she meant? it’s my name, end of discussion”

JARVIS taught you how to count and your ABC’s and yes you were homeschooled by an AI and your genius father

missing your dad during his parties

but he’d take you to meetings and dress you up all nice

there are a lot of paparazzi pictures of you looking your cutest for the camera

uncle rhodey

rhodey honestly thinks you’re adorable

“tell your dad that i’m cooler than him, got it?” *fist bump*

“uncle rhodey says he’s cooler than you.”

“he said what?!”

he covers your ears when he swears

but you still hear it and you giggle

tony turned you into a hard rock fan early on

ac/dc, black sabbath, guns n roses, led zeppelin and all that

you are mini him

“y/n, i got you a present!”

“lemme see, lemme see!”

“matching black sabbath shirts! now, can you tell me who sings in black sabbath?”

“OZZYYYYYY!!!” (cue you doing the sign of the horns with ur tiny hands 🤘🤘)

he’s never been prouder

you always pick out the goofiest ties for presents and he always gets so happy opening them

“for me? you shouldn’t have.” *opens gift*

“do you like it?”

*trying not to cry at the tie with his face on it* “i LoVe It”

he wears it to meetings and brags about you

you apprentice with him in the shop

your first creation was a tiny robot that’s only purpose was to roll around and say “boo” at random

when he disappeared you didn’t exactly understand what was going on because no one would tell you

they just said he was on a business trip

their hearts broke every time you asked “where’s dad?”

the man sobbed when he came back, you were just super happy to see him

burger king run

he let you see the iron man suit

you thought it was awesome

“i want one, too!”

“maybe one day, sweetheart”

the sports car that tony wrecked was your favorite and he promised he’d give it to you when you could drive but...it’s crushed now so...

yeah so tony started getting a bit more protective over you after the iron man suit was built and made happy watch over you while he kicked some ass

(fast forward to iron man 2)

meeting natalie rushman (natasha romanoff) and watching her take down happy in half a second

“can she teach me that?”

“no.” -tony, pepper, happy

“yes.” -natalie

spectating the insanity of monaco

basically getting into your own type of trouble to “help”

maybe not the best idea to throw rocks at a bad guy

insisting on getting your own suit

“nope. no way. not gonna happen, kid.”

you flipped justin hammer the bird and earned a high five from tony

going to uncle rhodey to tell him you want to be a superhero “just like him and dad”

🥺 <- rhodey after you called him a superhero

“follow your dreams, kiddo”

you built half a suit before anyone noticed

“what did i tell you about making a suit? i said ‘no.’ god, i can’t even be mad it looks awesome, my daughter’s a genius! but you’re grounded.”

that’s all i’ve got for now

#iron man x daughter!reader #tony stark x daughter!reader #tony stark #tony stark imagine #tony stark x reader #iron man #iron man imagine #iron man x reader #marvel #marvel x reader #marvel imagine #avengers #avengers x reader #avengers imagine

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sergeantjbuckybarnes · 5 years

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BuckyNat x F!Reader Headcanon #1

masterlist here: x

tracklist for this mini-series: x

NOW TAKING REQUESTS FOR THIS PAIRING

requested: no

tags: slight angst with a happy ending, soon-to-be established bucky x nat, bi!reader, performing artist reader.

what’s meant to be, soulmate au part 1

soulmates are a tricky and complicated ideology

scientists don't understand where they came from,

only that at some point, emotions run a big part of when you get your name(s)

names of others were imprinted on the left arm of individuals

it was always the full name

and it never seemed to have a set time frame

almost like m a g I c

so,,,

you started working for the avengers as a secretary,

despite your degree is in fine arts and business.

ngl it’s hard for fine arts major to get a job in new york city,

but, Tony pays well and the apartment you get is pretty neat

getting to travel to different countries

doing items such as paperwork, filing for vacations, coffee, etc

you start to become close with the six

and over the years, the seven of you become a family of sorts

movie nights

dinners

mini-vacations

matching Christmas pajamas during the 2014 holiday party

N A T A S H A

you get especially close to Natasha during the years

she’s very sweet with you

you spend the most time with her

at some point, you start flirting with her

and she flirts b a c k

but you’re too scared,

mainly because you don’t have her soulmate name

so you let the flirting stay flirting

,,,

2 0 1 6

with steve finding bucky, the compound dynamic had changed,

the team had expanded to include maria, sam, and rhodey

with bucky there, the team felt on edge

tony struggled to try to deal with ross and the truth of his parents

* steve comes out with the truth and instead of hiding it

Ross is a villain and comes after Tony

The team standing behind Tony

You standing behind Tony

B U C K Y

Bucky finally getting the help he needs

Rehabilitation is possible with the help of B.A.R.F.

visiting Wakanda

being able to overcome the trauma in his life

becoming an avenger

meeting bucky after having traveled with tony for meetings

not going to lie, he’s kinda scary at first

he didn’t speak to when you first met him

you thought he hated you tbh,

overtime, he warms up to you

as bucky starts to warm up to the 21st century

you get to introduce him items such as flavored coffee

different teas and lattes

it becomes a weekly thing to try new coffee items together

he loves a strong expresso,

he makes you feel safe when you’re with him

and you feel like you could take on the world

and you haven’t felt this way since Natasha

(oops it will be forever until you realize you have feelings for the both of them.)

B U C K Y & N A T A S H A

bucky and nat have known each since the red room

as soldat and black widow

so, of course, it’s no surprise,,,

when the two become close

like extremely close,,,

those two are either seen with each other or you

conversating in either Russian or english, something another language to mess with sam

tony starts a betting pool to see when they get each other’s name

they all lose, to be honest

Y O U, B U C K Y, N A T A S H A

the three of you begin to spend more time together when you move into the compound,

mainly to be closer to the avengers and work

so in hindsight, that meant you would be closer to bucky and nat as well

going to get coffee together, late-night movie sessions, binge-watching seasons

the feelings of comfort and home reside with you when you’re with them

bucky and nat are your home and you hope it states that way

it won’t hit you until late at night when bucky is on a mission and Natasha is with Pepper in London,

that you feel something for them

it makes you cry happy tears

and overwhelming joy for them

a few days later,

you are the head of a budgeting meeting for the team

Between Tony, Stever, Pepper, Fury and various business people,

you felt nervous as hell to run the whole meeting,

during the first hour, you start to feel a tingling sensation in your right arm

you ignore it at first, but,,,

it goes from tingling to a burning sensation

it gets to a point you have to take a breather in the bathroom

the pain makes you cry

when you go to look at it

oh b o y

James Buchanan Barnes Natalia Alianovna Romanova

you’re just stuck, in shock and definitely scared

you have to breathe to not have a panic attack

your hands are shaking

you have to clear your throat, and your voice is shaking

when the meeting is over, you make a mad dash back to the compound,

it takes you several minutes of sitting in the car to calm down enough to get inside,

but when you get inside, everyone is whispering to each other,

you manage to hear a couple of interns talking

“You sure?” “yea, it’s right on his right arm”

you don’t get a chance to head back to your room

because Natasha wants to speak to you in the elevator,

she has JARVIS stop it midway, and she looks nervous

the back widow nervous? preposterous!

she pulls up her right sleeve,

Bucky’s full name is written his writing on her

“He has my name, y/n”

#bucky barnes x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #buckynat #winterwidow #buckynat x reader #poly imagines

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anthonyed · 5 years

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you know that term; life flashes before your eyes when you die/ on the brink of death? what if, it’s not your life but your soulmate’s life?

like when tony carried the nuclear missile through the wormhole with the staticky connection of call to pepper grating in his ears, he closes his eyes to a battleship bigger that life and he sees steve’s life flashing in front of him

he sees a five year old deck his jaw in 1925 and his nose doesn’t stop bleeding in some mouldy back alley. he sees bucky hauling him up to his feet from behind the church and he sees his mother – steve’s mother – cough blood one last time and stops breathing at once

he sees his own father in flesh, kissing one blonde and one brunette with a hovering car on stage and he feels the ache in his chest when he couldn’t fit his – steve’s – head into that faceless army man in a glass framed poster with a bunch of other army men

he feels the physical pain that comes with vita ray blasting at his face, chest and everywhere and oh, god, when bucky falls off that train he feels like someone has just ripped his limbs off of him

he feels the ice on his face, the way the shards come together and poke and freeze his lungs and heart and for a brief moment, he cannot differentiate whether it’s steve who cannot breathe or it’s tony; himself

he feels the sharp pang in his chest when the lights go completely off and when he opens his eyes, there’s steve in real life and hulk and thor and – “what the hell? what just happened?”

and the thing is, there are no studies out there done on people who’d just licked death and survived. even if there were, no one in their right mind came up to say “urm.. I think I saw like flashes of someone else’s/my so’s/ my friend’s life.” because even if they did, what could they have thought about it?

so tony spends months trying to figure it out; because sure he knows rogers. sure rogers’s voice was the last thing he heard before he passed out – or died, whatever. but that doesn’t warrant him too deep insights into steve rogers’ life. not to the extent of experiencing it from the rogers’ himself’s point of view

he’s stumped for once in his entire 42 years of life

he got JARVIS running through all researches on death and afterlife and one night while he’s signing off the confirmation to rebuild the entire penthouse, JARVIS pings him an interview done by some unknown nepalese journalist that translates into ‘kamar taj and magic’

he zeroes in on the paragraph JARVIS helpfully highlighted for him and he sees the word ‘soulmate’ and his first reaction is to laugh

two weeks later, he is terrified

three months after, he decides to brush it off because what would rogers want with a selfish man after all – if he was into man at all

then he hears that SHIELD became a dust and he arranges a plan for the tower to house the rest

and steve’s in the hospital, wires hooked to chest, to his arms and legs and they’re transfusing fluids - blood, plasma, hartmann - into him, they’re running lab tests and there’s a defibrillator on standby next to his bed

they use it on him at exactly 0045 on sunday the 13th when his heart stops for the very first time since he 1918

he’s in daze when the light flashes in front of him. his big hands are small.. so much smaller that they’re of a child’s

he’s dressed in a mini tuxedo with shoes costing more than his monthly rent. he got his heart thudding wildly in his chest like he’s entering a battlefield and when a huge fist connects to his cheek he feels the wind wiped out of him entirely

he’s with a whirring motor powered toy – some kind of technology, a robot of sort – when he sees howard – wrinkled but oh, too familiar he wants to ache but this isn’t his memory. this is someone else’s and they only have fear in their chest upon seeing howard approach them

the broken part of that robot is kicked to the corner, opened door blocking half of its death when he smells whiskey beneath his nose; “this will put hair on your chest, boy” and steve wants to crash the valkyrie straight into howard’s face

he doesn’t have to wait till afghanistan to know it was tony stark’s life being played in his head. But when it happens, nonetheless –

when it happens, steve wonders how is that man still alive even after all that

he feels the suction in his lungs as he sees a spaceship blast into pieces

he feels the pain of death and coming back alive and it feels so real that when he finally wakes up, he wonders whether it was his own or if it was stark’s instead

the difference with steve though, he’d grown up on folklores his mother lulled him to sleep and he absolutely believed it was some soulmate shit

but he’s too scared to say anything; what would stark want to do with a lab experiment? when stark already has ms potts’ hand in his?

so they spend the rest of their life pining but never telling; holding intimate details of one’s life in the other’s palm and ultron happens and steve breaks tony’s heart in siberia with heavy regret

then thanos wipes half of the universe out and tony rams his words into steve’s face like a gauntlet donned knuckles and they trip and part

tony gets a life; his second chance. steve tries to be happy for him but fuck, it’s too hard to even pretend

then tony with his brave, brave heart once again comes across death. only this time, he greets it like an old friend

and once again, steve’s life flashes before his eyes

1925 – sarah rogers – bucky – ice; and there are more this time

there’s tony

tony’s smile

tony’s laugh

tony’s harsh words like bullets flying, and steve’s own shattered heart

there’s pain, pain and love

So much love that tony almost feels suffocated by it

so much lo- oh! and there is steve.

oh.

but he can’t breathe. he-

he can’t –

#stevetony #stony #soulmate au #i've clearly got my head spinning with soulmate stuffs for this pair #canon #absolute canon shit #can we put tony's face here in the end of the ae battle and he's looking straight at steve cause oh!#heh #fic

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stories-mostly · 5 years

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Starks Bug

Tony Stark x Son!reader

Not quite satisfied with this one but I rather concentrate on making the next few better than dwell on this one. I also almost gave myself a heart attack accidentally deleting the chapter. I want to personally thank all the gods that exist for the invention of the reverse option in writing programms.

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Chapter 9

The first week home was spent doing whatever you wanted to do. Clinging to your fathers side as much as you could. Literally only giving him privacy when he went to the toilet or to shower. And even then you asked where he was going. You had an urge to know where he was and what he was doing at all time. He also showed you the cool mini arc reactor in his chest. It made for a nice nightlight.

You went "Hiking" when he was in a bit of a better physical form. There you found several cool sticks to fight monsters with and some neat rocks you took home with you and put on your windowsill.

You went to the amusement park and rode a Rollercoaster for the first time in your life, it was NOT as much fun as you had imagined. It was terrifying.

The both of you visited so many places in a spawn of almost two weeks that you felt a bit overwhelmed.

Today was Friday and with that the last day you were excused from school.

"Where are we going?" You asked bouncing around your dad who was currently getting dressed all fancy.

"Lets visit your favorite uncle shall we?" he said and you cheered. You were going to visit Rhodey!

"Can I wear my uniform?" You asked already on your way to the dresser. Rhodey regularly provided you with uniforms for you to play dress up in. Some in the standard military camo style, some the same as his. Your dad agreed and let you change.

You walked into the hanger and spotted Rhodey immediately. He was wearing the same uniform you were.

You ran over only shouting a his name for a short warning and jumped into his arms.

Your dad was better with entrances than you.

"Uncle Rhodey! Look what I'm wearing!" You said as he sat you down.

"Whoa we're twins!" You giggled.

"We can't be twins! You're my uncle." you said as if Rhodey didn't know that already.

You were introduced to the cadets and your dad said something that they found funny. You didn't get it.

While your dad was talking you were looking around at the planes. Walking around and touching the exterior.

Immersed in them you didn't notice that Rhodey had left.

"Uncle Rhodey can I- Where'd he go?" you asked looking around. He wasn't anywhere to be seen.

"I think I made him a bit mad." Tony said truthfully.

"Did you make fun of him? Cause that's not nice." you said as you took his hand and wandered back out towards your car.

"No it's more complicated than that." He said not explaining any further.

"Because of the weapons?" you asked making him stop for a second before continuing.

"Yes, yes it's because of the weapons." you just nodded. You might be young and often times oblivious but you weren't stupid. That's what Tony realized today. He couldn't really shelter you of those topics.

And you never really didn't listen.

While you were dozing off on your own workbench your dad was in full work mode back home. You only stayed awake as far as to grasp the extend of what he was doing. An Armour of some sort which was cool in your opinion. But not cool enough to keep your tired mind awake.

You woke up early the next day in your bed. You made your way into the kitchen and ate the first tasty thing you saw in the fridge. Jarvis told you that your dad was still in the lab.

You finished eating, grabbed some leftovers and made your way down the stairs the door opening automatically for you without the need of a password.

"Good morning dad." you said and put the box of leftovers and a fork down beside him.

"Good morning Bug, thank you." he said putting his tools down and kissing the top of your head.

"Go change. You don't have any shoes on." he said and you left him to his food.

Your father didn't want you to help with the armor so you started your own project. A little robot. Your dad would help you with the hard stuff so you were starting with the easy one which was basically just sketching how you wanted it to look and putting the pre prepared pieces together.

You both worked in relative silence, there was music playing in the background. You disassembled one of your remote controlled cars for its wheels and motor, and worked from then on out.

"Hey, (y/n). Wanna see me fly?" Tony asked holding up his boots.

"I can make you fly without the boosters." you chuckled at the thought but came over to watch anyway.

"I'd rather not be force choked by my personal mini Darth Vader."

You took a seat beside Dum-E and watched intently.

"Alright. We'll start of easy with 10% thrust capacity." he explained got into position and, threw himself right into the ceiling ledge. You couldn't hold in your giggles, especially when he got sprayed with the fire extinguisher. God Dum-E was the BEST.

Your dad glared at you once he had wiped his eyes free.

Quickly you used the force to pick up some of the fire extinguisher stuff and flung it back into his face like a snowball. Then you ran away knowing full well that he was about to do the same to you.

For lunch you dragged your dad upstairs to cook you some food. You didn't like living off leftovers.

He made you spaghetti with tomatosauce. You couldn't decide whether it tasted good or horrible. It was some weird mix inbetween.

Back downstairs your dad was working on a flight stabilizer. You got bored with your robot so keept yourself busy with multiple tasks. Like drawing, singing, dancing, playing with your dolls and action figures, and stuff like that. You didn't want to go upstairs since you'd be all alone up there and that's boring and lonely. You don't like being alone.

Pepper came, hours later when it was already dark outside. And she had a present! It was for your dad but it was still a very exciting moment for you.

"I thought you were done making weapons." She said and he explained that it wasn't a weapon but a flight stabilizer and after he said it was safe flung himself backwards with it, he fell over with a thud. You giggled. Your dad getting slightly hurt was really funny.

You followed your mom Pepper and your dad upstairs and started inhaling the pizza as soon as you saw it.

You stopped listening in on the conversation Obie and Tony were having, it seemed tense, and decided to look at the screen of the laptop Pepper was holding. She was writing emails which seemed to be a very boring task. You tried to read what she was writing but she turned the screen away as soon as you did. You held out a pizza piece for her but she refused. Shrugging you ate it yourself. Your dad went back into the lab. You would've followed but you like to eat some more pizza. And you weren't alone up here now.

"What is he doing down there (y/n)?" Obie asked leaning over you a bit. It made you feel really small so you looked away.

"Dad says it's a secret. I can't tell anyone not even you. But I can tell you what I'M doing there!" you said looking at everything but him. You weren't actually told to keep it secret but you didn't like your uncle-grampas tone. He was being, weird.

"What are you doing down there?"

"I made a drawing. And I play pretend and I'm making a robot from my toy car." you said willing to share your projects.

"Thats nice." he said in a monotone voice and ruffled your hair. It didn't feel like the Obie you know.

Tags: @shannonr2003 @art-estrange @nicholasbich @tater-thottie @tonystanktheirondad @gaylemonshark @emilaa2001

#tony stark x son!reader #tony stark x male!reader #tony stark x male reader #tony stark x reader #tony stark #child reader #reader insert #son!reader #son reader #starks bug #starks bug chapter 9 #chapter 9 #m!reader #marvel reader insert #male reader #male!reader #child!reader #tony stark x child reader

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not-close-to-straight · 5 years

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A Perfect Proposal (ThunderShield)

This is a bonus chapter for ANOTHER for @boompowkablam and @bisexaul-panic who wanted a ThunderShield proposal for our faves!

(I definitely google translated the phrases Thor says, so if the tenses/wording is incorrect, I apologize in advance to anyone who speaks the language and is horrified that I butchered it!)

VDAY COMMISSIONS MASTERLIST HERE

Enjoy!

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Tony whistled to himself as he jogged down the steps towards the kitchen, smiling when his engagement ring glinted in the sun, hurrying on his way to meet Bucky. They had a lunch date today, then an appointment to go shopping for wedding bands and Tony was very excited to start taking real steps towards planning their---

Uh hello, what the hell is this? Tony slowed to a walk, his whistle fading away when he caught sight of Thor primping in front of the mirror in the hall.

“Hey, good morning Thunder Thighs.” He said curiously. “What uh—what’s going on? What are you doing? Isn't there a mirror in your bedroom? Why are you doing--” he made a vague motion. “--whatever the hell this is out here in the hall?”

“Good morrow, Anthony.” Thor sent him an easy smile through the mirror. “Off to get rings with your love?”

“Uh yep. Yep, that's what I'm doing.” Tony nodded slowly, narrowing his eyes at the big blonde. “But that’s less important than what you’re doing. What’s with the flowers and the—“ he motioned to the intricate braids in Thor’s hair, the blooms woven through the strands. “— you look like the Queen of May. Thor why do you look like the Queen of May?”

“In Asgard, it is customary to take extra care with our grooming when we are setting out to court our intended.” Thor informed him seriously, winding the stem of a daisy through a braid at his ear. “I intend to look my best, so Steven will want to spend time with me.”

“Huh. Well that's-- I mean that seems--” Tony glanced in the mirror, then looked over at Thor, then back in the mirror again before sighing loudly and stomping away.

“Where are you going?” Thor called, confused. “I thought you were to see your love today?”

“I’m just gonna run a comb through my hair again.” Tony frowned when he felt over the sharp tips of his spiked hair. “You're over there getting all prettied up and all I did was blast some extra intense hold spray on my hair and now I feel like I didn't put enough effort into it.”

He paused halfway up the stairs. “Say Thor, this might be awkward but is there any chance you have a few extra--”

Thor handed over a sprig of flowers without commenting, and Tony took them without answering, elbowing the demi god aside so he could see the mirror as well.

“Perhaps something like this?” Thor held up a spring of baby roses and Tony took it with another loud sigh, threading it into his hair. “Lovely. Your betrothed will be very pleased.”

“Hmph.” Tony muttered, eyeing Thor’s golden locks critically. “I think flowers look better with longer hair.”

“It’s because I’m Asgardian.” Thor said gravely. “I simply look better always.”

“Oh for fucks sake!” Tony threw up his hands and Thor’s laughter followed him all the way down the hall.

“Hey Tony.” Steve looked up from his coffee when Tony came through he kitchen. “Hey you got a little something—“ he tapped his ear. “What are those, mini roses? Tony, why are you wearing--”

“I want to look nice for Bucky!” Tony scowled as ferociously as he could manage, which judging by Steve’s rather unimpressed smirk, wasn’t very ferocious at all. “You know, it wouldn’t hurt you to pretty up for Thor.” he added with an insulted sniff. “You’re sweaty and gross from carrying that stupid shield. Hair looks shaggy. Probably stink. At least I try to look nice for my love.”

“Um--” Steve frowned as Tony stalked past him. “I stink? What?”

“Of course you don’t stink, my love.” Thor stepped into the kitchen and swept Steve into a kiss, bringing him up off the chair to hold him tight. “Why would you think that?”

“Tony was grumbling about me because I made fun of him for wearing flowers in his hair…” Steve cocked his head and looked Thor over. “You’re wearing flowers in your hair too. Thor, why are you wearing flowers in your hair? What is going on today?”

“I picked them especially for you.” Thor plucked a vibrant red carnation from his hair and tucked it behind Steve’s ear. “Here are red carnations because I admire you so. Gerbera daisies--” another flower pressed to Steve’s palm. “-- for the cheerfulness you bring to my heart every day.”

“Oh my god.” Steve felt a blush starting somewhere around his toes, flooding his entire body with heat. “Thor--”

“A circlet of mini roses, for twelve is a number of completion, and you fill pieces of me I did not know I was missing.” Thor set the circlet carefully on Steve’s head. “And an orchid of the rarest sort, for you are one I would never be so lucky to find again, no matter which realms I searched.”

“I--” If his cheeks got any more red, Steve thought he just might pass out. “Um--what--what--what are you--”

“May I spend the day with you, sweetheart?” Thor asked then, and Steve looked up from the pile of flowers, mouth agape. “Or perhaps you had other plans? Either way, may I be a part of them?”

“Can we spend the day in bed?” Steve finally managed. “Because I don’t know what’s going on here--” he held up the blooms. “--but I like it. Alot.”

Thor grinned, brushing the petals of the orchid over Steve’s lips. “An excellent idea, my love.”

As Steve and Thor were tumbling into bed together, in a different part of the city Tony was stepping out of the car and heading towards Bucky, a smile nearly splitting his face at the sight of his fiancee.

“Hey sweet thing.” Bucky gathered Tony close and pressed a searing kiss to his lips. “You look great today, I love the flowers.”

“I figured you would.” Tony said cheekily. “I picked them especially for you.”

“You're too good to me, sugar.” Bucky kissed him again. “Come on, let’s go ring shopping.”

**************

A few days later, Steve nearly broke his neck tripping over a box just outside his door. Bleary eyed and still halfway wrecked from a long long night with Thor, he stared down at the offending package for a full minute, wondering why and who and what the hell?

“What in the hell?” Steve picked it up carefully, definitely not shaking it because the last time he’d shaken a mysterious package Tony had shrieked at him for a good hour about bombs and anthrax powder and other dangerous things that were apparently an issue with the postal service before he’d come out of the ice.

Steve had zoned out of most of the conversation, but at least he never never shook mysterious boxes anymore. Instead, he weighed it curiously in his hands, checked all over for a mailing address, but the gaudily wrapped package gave no hints as to the contents.

“Alright well.” Steve shrugged and headed back into his room to open it. “What’s the worst that could happen?”

“It could be a bomb, Captain Rogers.” JARVIS said pointedly and Steve grimaced towards the ceiling. “Shouldn’t you have scanned it for me then?”

“I was simply telling you the worst that could happen.” JARVIS intoned and Steve rolled his eyes just for good measure before tearing into the wrapping paper.

“Oh.” He blinked down at the various bottles of shampoo and conditioner, bars of soap wrapped in delicate tissue, something that looked like balls of Epsom salt, and three of the softest, fluffiest wash cloths he had ever felt in his life. “What the--”

The note attached to a container of-- “Whipped moisturizing face cream? What?” --read:

Perhaps you will think of me as you bathe, as I think of you every day.

Thor

“Thor bought me bath stuff?” Steve felt a little stupid for smiling quite so big but he undid his pants anyway, kicking out of them and heading back to the en suite bathroom to start the shower again. A quick sniff through the soaps and Steve settled on one that smelled like fresh pine and rose petals, shampoo and conditioner that had something called argan oil, and a wash cloth in his favorite shade of blue.

And if his thoughts strayed towards a particular demi-god with lightning in his eyes and electricity in his touch well--well--

Steve couldn’t find it in himself to be embarrassed when he lathered up more soap in his hand and slicked it over his cock, letting the heady scent of roses and pine billow around him in a thick, steamy haze. If Thor was going to spoil him with fancy things, then Steve was going to do the right thing and think of Thor when he used them.

That was the right thing to do, right?

“Twas the right thing to do, to think of me as you washed.” Thor murmured later, much later when the day had ended and they were climbing into bed together, his nose buried in Steve’s hair to breathe in the sweetly scented shampoo. “I’m glad you enjoyed your gift. In the morning we should use it together.”

“That sounds like a good idea.” Steve tilted his head up for a kiss, then another one and another one after that. There had been a time when he had been too shy, too unsure of himself and where he stood with Thor to ask for what he wanted, to speak up and tell Thor he wanted more and that he wanted to be loved and held and cherished, but that time was past.

Now Steve had no issue dragging the Thunder god into bed when he wanted, to press close for shameless kisses, to simply curl up in Thor’s arms when he needed to be held. And he had no issue crying, “yes” when Thor touched him just right, to shout “More!” when big hands explored his body, and to whisper, “I love you.” as they were coming down together.

Tonight, Thor was gentler than he usually was, drawing out every touch until Steve was writhing beneath him, wringing out each bit of pleasure over and over until Steve was nearly screaming for relief. It was only then that Thor took his own pleasure, losing himself in his love’s embrace, mouthing kisses over every inch of skin he could reach, cradling Steve close to his heart and murmuring soft things against his mouth.

“What’s gotten into you lately?” Steve gasped out, throwing an arm over his eyes and trying to remember how to breathe. “I’m not complaining but-- but-- what’s going on? The flowers and the fancy soaps and everything in bed and--”

“You are not pleased?” Thor’s eyes went wide and maybe even a little vulnerable. “Apologies, my love. I’m sorry for choosing things you wouldn’t want.”

“No, I love them.” Steve pulled him down for another kiss, groaning quietly when Thor shifted deeper inside of him. “I just don’t know why you’re giving me so much lately.”

“I would give you everything if I could.” Thor brushed their noses together, murmuring “Ég ást Þú, Ég vilja Þú., Þú ert fallegur.”

“I love when you speak in your languages.” Steve admitted. “I never know what you’re saying but I love it anyway.”

“I love you.” Thor translated. “I want you. You are beautiful. þú ert minn. You are mine.”

“I am yours.” Steve arched into the next kiss, lazy and satisfied, humming when Thor deepened it, parting his lips and suckling at Thor’s tongue when it ventured into his mouth.

“Another, sweetheart?” Thor asked and Steve nodded, already spreading his legs and canting his hips, urging Thor closer.

“Another. Always.”

*************

“I don’t speak this language.” Bucky tossed a folded piece of paper at Tony. “If you want sex, you’ll have to write it in one of the other four I do speak. You could even write it in binary if you thought it would be funny, but don’t just scribble random things and expect me to know what you mean.”

“Babe, I’m not saying no to sex, but I am denying writing you whatever the hell this is and leaving it in the kitchen.” Tony squinted at the delicate writing. “Besides, I couldn’t write this pretty if I wanted to, and I have no idea what dialect this is.”

“It’s a dialect Alfheim.” Steve plucked the note from Tony’s hands and stuffed it into his back pocket, his cheeks burning red. “So it’s not a language any of you speak.”

“....but it’s a language Thor uses to write you dirty limericks?” Tony guessed instantly. “That’s sweet in a Norse god sort of way. So what’s it say? Did ol’ Hammer man translate it for you?”

“Yes.” Steve said shortly. “Yes, he did translate it for me and it’s none of your business. I’d thank you not to read my mail.”

“Your mail?” Bucky raised a skeptical eyebrow. “It was folded into a 3-d heart and left by the fruit basket. I assumed it was Tony asking for a booty call, or maybe Clint sweet talking Nat into something naked and socially awkward, but it's from Thor? Thor is writing you dirty letters in an Elvin language and artfully crafting them into romantic shapes and leaving them around the Tower?”

“I um--” Steve scratched at the back of his neck awkwardly. “I guess so.”

“That’s the cutest shit I’ve ever seen.” Tony declared. “Adorable. Steve, marry that guy. We can make it a double wedding. It will be the social event of the decade.”

“We’re not doing that.” Bucky said flatly, but he blew Tony a kiss when the genius huffed in indignation.

“Yeah well--” Steve’s grin was a little goofy as he dug out half a dozen more notes from his back pocket and added the heart to the mix. “I dunno about that, but he is pretty great.”

“You know what he’s doing, don’t you?” Tony asked then, inclining his head towards the pile of notes, then over towards the bouquet of flowers that had been delivered yesterday. “With all of this?”

“With all of what?” Steve caught the beer Bucky tossed him and tore the cap off. “He’s being extra sweet lately but Thor is a sweet guy, it probably doesn't mean--”

“He’s courting you.” Tony interrupted. “Officially courting you, probably like they do in Asgard. That demi god is trying to make you his.”

“I already am his.” Steve defended. “He's just being nice!”

“He has been looking extra bodacious lately.” Bucky started counting off on his fingers. “And extra bodacious for a god is saying something. I don’t even like blondes but I can't stop staring at him.”

“Something you want to tell me, Bucky bear?” Tony teased and Bucky only waggled his eyebrows mischievously. “Bucky’s right, Steve. Thor has quite literally been weaving romance specific flowers into your hair in the morning, then telling you what each means so you are fully aware of exactly what he's saying with each flower.”

“Buying you presents.” Bucky added. “Not just all that bath stuff you think we don’t know you use, but fruit baskets to snack on, new blankets for your bed, art supplies so you can draw more of those pornographic sketches you also think we don’t know about.”

“What? I don’t draw pornographic--” Steve started to protest but both Tony and Bucky just looked at him and he swallowed awkwardly. “Yeah. Alright. Move on.”

“And let’s all give a round of applause for Tony thinking to sound proof everyone’s rooms.” Bucky snorted. “But we don’t need sound to be able to tell how ridiculously fucked out you are in the morning.”

“Living up to his god of fertility title, Huh?” Tony elbowed Steve. “Huh? Huh?”

“Oh god, please stop.” Steve slumped into his chair. “Is this conversation over yet?”

“Nope, not even close.” Tony informed him. “So Thor is making sure he is always pretty, surrounding you with meaningful flowers, spoiling you with thoughtful gifts, proving his status as a lover, and writing you poetry? Doesn’t that sound like hard core courting to you?”

“It does.” Steve admitted. “But I don’t see why he’s trying so hard all the sudden. We worked everything out months ago. We love each other and I’m never going to find someone else like Thor. I don’t see why he feels the need to…”

His voice trailed off when Tony lifted his hand and waved his ring in the air. “Um--”

Then Bucky held up his own hand, pointedly tapping at his ring finger.

“Oh my god.” Steve swallowed hard, the color washing from his face. “Oh my god.”

“Oh your god is right.” Tony agreed. “Can I come to Asgard with you for the wedding?”

“Can I be your best man?” Bucky said instantly. “I think I’d look great in robes, wouldn't I look great in robes?”

“Will you get a crown?” Tony cried, getting more excited by the minute. “And powers! Maybe you’ll live forever if you’re married to a god!” he paused. “Maybe I picked the wrong super soldier. If Steve’s going to get a crown and get to live forever then--”

“Well, that’s enough of that.” Bucky stood up immediately, throwing Tony over his shoulder and heading out the door. “We’re leaving before Tony starts switching teams. See you later, Stevie. Good luck with what will probably be a ridiculous proposal.”

“Uh--” Steve was left in the kitchen, staring at the wall in absolute shock. “Um--um--um--”

******************

Steve spent the next few days thinking about what Tony and Bucky had said, mulling over Thor's actions and the conversations they'd had the last several weeks.

He researched Asgardian courting customs-- or rather, Norse courting customs since that seemed to be the closest thing he could find-- and noted which of them Thor was using, jotting down ideas in a notebook until he was satisfied with his plan.

Thor might be courting him, but Steve was going to do a little courting of his own as well.

A few mornings later, it was Thor who was surprised to see a package of gold and blue set outside his bedroom door.

“JARVIS?” he asked immediately, and the AI responded-- “There is nothing dangerous in the package, sir.”

“Ah, thank you.” Thor nodded politely up at the ceiling. He too had been subject to one of Tony’s overly animated lectures about the dangers of unattended boxes and how sometimes they were candy but sometimes they were most certainly not candy, and now that the Avengers were well known, they all needed to be careful.

But JARVIS knew it was alright, so Thor carried the box inside and placed it on the bed, flipping open the card and reading it quickly

Thor,

These are all the ways I think of you.

Steve

Thor smiled over the note and set it aside, pulling out a leather bound sketch book and leaning back against his pillows to flip through it.

The first pictures were nothing more than rough sketches-- shots of Thor’s arms, the width of his shoulders, him in a crouch as if he were getting ready to wrestle, and Thor smiled when he checked the date at the bottom of the picture and realized they had been drawn before he and Steven had even began having their moments together, back before they had fallen into bed the first time.

Closer to the middle of the book the sketches became more personal--close ups of Thor's eyes in differing shades of blue, quick scenes of him laughing, of his mouth as he smiled. There were detailed pictures of his hand as it clutched Mjolnir, of his hair when he wore it in braids.

But it was the sketches in the back of the book took Thor's breath away, moments captured from their most private times-- a scene obviously from Steve’s point of view, looking up Thor's body from between his legs. A side profile of Thor in the shower, defined droplets of water sliding down his body, cock unaroused but still heavy, thick against his thigh. A shot of them in bed at night, locked together in a kiss, Thor braced over Steve, every muscle outlined, every strand of hair carefully drawn in.

“Lovely.” Thor’s touch was reverent as he turned each page, lips parting when desire started curling hot in his stomach, each picture more intimate than the last, each pose more explicit, some they had done over and over, others they had never tried at all and Thor didn’t know whether to chuckle over his love’s vivid imagination, or go find the Captain and drag him to bed to try them out immediately.

It didn’t matter, he supposed, turning yet another page and having his breath stolen all over again. Steve had shared something personal, had gifted Thor something from his heart and that alone made it worth more than any of the trinkets and gifts Thor could gather and lay at his loves feet.

The book was beautiful, heart stoppingly intimate and yet it was the next morning that nearly sent Thor to his knees in gratitude as Steve presented him with flowers, stammering through the explanation of each flower as he tucked them into Thor's braids.

And then later that afternoon, a poem appeared on Thor’s desk folded into an swan, the cadence easy and lines flowing and Thor read it until it was memorized, then refolded it carefully and set it on the shelf above his bed next to his favorite relics from Asgard.

That night, Steve dressed only in the blue silk robe Thor had gifted him a few months previous and left it open so his entire body was on display when he knelt on the floor and undid the ties to Thor’s pants. He worshiped Thor with his hands and his mouth, keeping Thor on edge as long as they both could wait, and when they finally joined, Thor cursed out loud when he found Steve already ready, stretched open around a plug.

“I didn’t want you to have to work for anything tonight.” Steve whispered, and Thor mumbled another curse, gathering Steve close into a greedy kiss.

“I love you.” he said hoarsely. “ég elska þig örvæntingu. Steven, my love, þú ert minn. You are mine.”

“ég er...þinn?” Steve struggled through the pronunciation of the words. “I am… yours.”

Thunder rolled around them, lightning flashing in Thor’s eyes as his hands tightened possessively around Steve’s waist. “You are mine.” he repeated and Steve made a quiet noise of agreement. “Mine.”

******************

Steve wasn’t sure why they were on one of Tony's private jets and currently heading over the Atlantic, but he was also too drunk to care, sipping mead from Thor's lips and sighing as it warmed him from the inside out.

“You are comfortable, my love?” Thor asked, taking a long drink from the bottle and smiling as Steve kissed him immediately, curling their tongues together with a low moan. “Warm enough? Comfortable. Can I get you anything?”

“I’m fine, sweetheart.” Steve assured him, the words slurring with the drink. “But where are we going?”

“Somewhere special.” Thor wove their fingers together and pressed a kiss to Steve's knuckles. “Do you know what today is, sweetheart?”

“Valentines Day.” Steve nodded and shifted closer, then closer again until Thor made room on his lap, scooping Steve up and holding him tight. “Or did you mean Thursday?”

“Both.” Thor chuckled, always amused when Steve got even a little bit drunk, the usually uptight Captain soft and sweet and tasting of mead. “And do you know what tomorrow is?”

“Friday.” Steve said quickly, then with a goofy smile. “I knew that one.”

“Beautiful.” Thor declared and Steve flushed in pleasure. “In Asgard we do not have the same names for days of the week as you do, but your Friday is the day we honor my mother Frigga, the day we ask her blessing for those courting, those in love, and those who are newly married.”

“Oh.” Steve’s eyes went very wide. “Those who are newly married?”

“I am taking you to Iceland.” Thor said very very softly. “And when we land there, I will take you to the tops of the mountains, to profess my love beneath the auroras of the night skies.”

“Thor.”

“And as the sun rises on Frigga’s day, I will ask you to be mine.”

*******************

The Aurora Borealis were brilliant in shades of green, ribbons of red and flashes of white and violet, filling the sky above the mountains. Thor had wrapped Steve in warm furs before using Mjolnir to take them to the very tops of the peaks and there they stood, holding each other close and staring up at the dancing lights in awe.

“I have seen this from the mountains of dozens of other worlds.” Thor said in a hushed voice. “The lights coloring the sky, the glimmer of stars from behind the curtain. I have watched in awe as they filled skies at the very edges of our galaxy and yet here with you, they are more beautiful than they have ever been.”

He turned to Steve then, taking his hands and lifting each one to his mouth to kiss the calloused knuckles and in a tone meant only for Steve’s ears, Thor recited Asgardian poems for love, pressed kisses to Steve’s jaw line and murmured secrets for his beloved in Old Norse, whispered promises of forever in a dozen other languages and just as Steve’s watch chimed midnight, got to his knees and pulled out a ring box.

“My love--” he began, but Steve blurted, “Yes! Yes, I’ll marry you. Or bond with you. Or whatever you call it on Asgard. Yes.”

“I have much to say before you give me your answer.” Thor said, lips lifting in an amused smile. “I have planned this for months and have an entire speech prepared and--.”

“I don’t care.” Steve decided. “My answer is yes. I tried to tell you with the poetry and the flowers and--and probably butchering it when I tried to say it in your language, but my answer is yes and that's all there is to it.”

“þú ert mín, ég er þitt.” Thor said slowly, clearly and Steve repeated it as best he could, eyes widening when Thor slid a ring of perfect blue onto his finger, the gem the same shade as Steve’s eyes, cut through with white as if split by lightning itself.

“You are mine.” Thor drew Steve into a slow kiss. “And I am yours.”

“Mine.” Steve repeated, and then quieter, “Yours.”

*****************

“Don’t pout.” Bucky jabbed Tony in the ribs, grinning when his fiancee only scowled and pushed him away. “Tony, baby I can’t help that Thor literally flew Steve to the top of a mountain using his magic hammer and proposed in a bunch of different languages before giving him an Asgardian ring. I’m just a boy from Brooklyn, I can’t compete with that.”

“I’m just saying--” Tony fussed. “--I’m just saying, you could have put a little more effort into your proposal!”

“You cried when you woke up and there were diamonds on your finger.” Bucky pointed out. “You literally burst into tears and told everybody for the next six weeks that I ‘got you diamonds’. I thought you were thrilled with my proposal.”

“I was.” Tony sighed, snuggling close so Bucky would hold him. “But I wouldn’t mind an Asgardian ring.”

“Wellllll----” Bucky dragged the word out. “What if you design our wedding rings? It's not like we've found any that we liked at all even though we've been to a dozen different stores. You could make the bands out of the same material as your suit, you could even weld it onto my finger or whatever. Then not only would we have matching rings, but they would be completely unique and not even Asgard would have them.”

“Oh I like that idea.” Tony’s eyes gleamed in excitement and Bucky's sighed in relief. “I’m going to start working on it right away!”

From across the living room, Thor lay a gentle kiss on Steve’s temple. “I think Anthony is jealous of your ring, Steve.”

“Hm.” Steve said smugly, admiring the glow of the blue in the light. “He hasn’t even seen the wedding band yet.”

“You would want another ring?” Thor asked and Steve nodded. “Well then, you shall have another. I will give you anything you want, sweetheart.”

“Another kiss is fine for now.” Steve sat up and Thor kissed him sweetly. “Alright maybe another one after that one, too.”

Thor laughed against Steve’s lips. “As many as you wish, my love.”

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Google Says WHAT?! --A mini-fic

I’ve been reading the Hundred-Year Playlist series by the amazing @girlbookwrm and also creeping on other people’s comments on the story, because that’s something I do with stories I like. @girlbookwrm mentioned, in one of the comments-conversations, that if you Google “queer 1930s Brooklyn” you get Steve Rogers fan research on the first page of results. I may have swooped in to say that Tony’s reaction if he accidentally saw that, in-universe, would be hilarious, and then-- this happened.

It’s a bit more serious than I originally intended it to be, but still has some levity to it.

Story below the cut and maybe eventually on Ao3. Takes place a few days after CA:TWS, because who better than Tony to sift through the SHIELD/Hydra data dump?

“Really, sir,” said JARVIS, “I must strongly advise you to go to bed.”

“Great,” Tony said absently. “You’ve given me the advice. Now you can feel good about it.”

“Sir . . . .”

Tony pushed his chair back from the table, spinning a little as it drifted smoothly across the lab until he was juuuust within reach of the countertop where he’d left his coffee. He picked it up and took a sip. Not too cold, yet.

Almost, but not quite.

“Look, JARVIS,” he said out loud, “I’m not working with fire, I’m not operating heavy machinery, I’m not actually making anything. I’ve even slept in the last 24 hours. Why are you on my case?”

“It is the total amount of sleep you’ve had in the past five days that concerns me, sir.”

Tony snorted.

“. . . and your reactions to some of the information uncovered by the Black Widow’s information dump at the beginning of that time.”

Tony put his mug down on the counter. It made a sharp clack sound. Not like the normal ting or click-thump of putting down a drink--this was loud, attention-grabbing, the sound of ceramic hitting on granite countertop just barely not hard enough to break.

Great. Now his coffee was a drama queen.

“Look,” he said. “It is entirely in character for Obie to have been paid off by someone to do what he did, and he needed sketchier contacts than Stark Industries has to get in with the Ten Rings. Might as well have been Hydra. I honestly could have put that together if I’d had time to stop and think before everybody I know called me up and asked me to start going through those files, it just rattled me that I didn’t and then that came up, okay? Honestly, I’m kind of surprised Rhodey didn’t think of it first and warn me when he called,” he added thoughtfully, “except I’m pretty sure Rhodey hasn’t slept in a lot longer than I haven’t. --Shouldn’t you be bugging him?”

“Colonel Rhodes is not my priority,” JARVIS said mildly. “And I believe he would agree with my assessment of your needs in this situation--as would Ms. Potts, who has repeatedly contacted me from the construction site in Malibu to inquire as to your well-being. I would hate to tell her you’re neglecting yourself.”

Tony stopped scowling at his lukewarm coffee and its noisy mug and moved the scowl to the ceiling. Technically JARVIS’s sensors were at least as dense at mid-wall and in the baseboards, but JARVIS would know what he meant. “You,” he said, “are a cheating cheater who cheats.”

“You did build me, sir.” JARVIS’ voice was extra-bland. He only did that when he was very pleased with himself. Tony sure as hell hadn’t made that part of him.

Artificial intelligences. They grew up so fast.

“Fine,” Tony said after a moment. “I won’t go down that particular rabbit hole anymore tonight, alright? No more looking to see how long Obie was working for Hydra, no more sniffing around what happened when—” His hands clenched tight enough to hurt and he made himself relax.

“I won’t follow up on the ‘was Obadiah Stane involved in the car crash’ angle until tomorrow. In fact, I won’t look at the secret files anymore. Just give me a few more minutes to finish up a couple trains of thought about other things from them, and then I’ll call Pepper myself, okay?”

“If you must, sir.”

Tony really was being good, dammit. He didn’t follow up on anything he thought could be related to Obie or his parents’ death. He didn’t go looking for anything new and unpleasant. He didn’t do anything but follow the money, because Hydra couldn’t have come out of nowhere. Once they got into the US government, sure, money wouldn’t be an issue, but how do you get your secret little evil organization off the ground? Couldn’t exactly ask around for angel investors.

No, all he was doing now was hunting for cash. He was going to figure out just how far down the rabbit holes went (the hydra-holes? Something something Hercules burying the immortal head under a rock and the other heads grew two more unless you torched them and arson would cover up a lot of records of failed operations but not all of them and THAT was interesting funding-wise, because to extend the Greek monster metaphor and borrow from that one D&D comic, you actually would get lightheaded and pass out if you had too many heads and too little blood supply to deliver oxygen and so they needed some stable sources of income in this heads-are-evil-operations-blood-is-money metaphor and again, once you were embedded in a government organization, you could totally just use that funding, but they weren’t like that to begin with and if you were going to get started as mostly outside a government operation in the US but needed the ties to get in, you needed money, and leverage, and that meant organized crime, and that meant—)

Long story short, he was looking up the history of various criminal organizations in the US and trying to figure out which ones might have been started by Hydra, or which other, older organizations they might have taken over or just steered in the ways they wanted. That meant reading about, among other things, the Mafia and their various sources of revenue going back to--based on what he knew about business and networking and family ties and inheritance and seriously, fuck you, Obie--about a generation and a half before the official, formal rise of Hydra as a Nazi science organization, to see if that would connect up with ties made even later when Hydra people came over in the fifties. So basically, large-scale criminal enterprises from the early 1900s on.

Maybe it took a little more than a few minutes.

On the other hand, it was a particularly fascinating more-than-a-few-minutes. People had gotten homicidal over really weird shit in the dark ages. Street gangs beating up people until they sold a different newspaper--now that was aggressive marketing. Tony still hated pop-up ads--Stark Ad Annihilator was the best adblock software on the market for a reason, that reason being that Tony had been bored and hopped up on decongestants one day and--anyway. Still better than getting stabbed to death. And then of course there were the hilariously inventive ways people had come up with of making, smuggling, and secretly serving booze during Prohibition, and that was probably where he really ought to be looking if he was going to follow the money. But there were all these interesting little spinoffs, like—

“The mob owned a lot of gay bars?” Tony said out loud, frowning. “What, like—’da boss says love is love. Dis is an equal-opportunity institution’?” He snickered. (It was not a giggle.) “That’s probably too funny to be accurate.”

“Indeed, sir,” JARVIS said. “The article you are about to click on reports, in summary, that the mafia had a great deal of expertise in running illegal nightclubs. When Prohibition ended, some mob bosses saw an opportunity to maintain this revenue stream.”

“That makes a decent amount of sense. Not very funny, but—” He waggled his hand. “Could see da business sense.” He snickered again.

“Quite,” JARVIS replied. “Sir, I must remind you—”

“Yeah, yeah. Just a few more minutes, J.” Tony glanced up briefly. “Promise.”

“I will hold you to it, sir.”

Tony nodded absently— “sure, whatever”--already looking through a few other databases. The proto-SHIELD organization had been based in New York City for a while--with other offices elsewhere--before its official rebranding and move to DC, which meant he was looking for people with behind-the-scenes pull in NYC in the fifties.

“JARVIS, if you’re mother-henning, help me out and open up a few Google searches.”

“Sir?” JARVIS sounded marginally offended.

“I need crappy, surface-level information. Broad strokes. Your searches are too good. Give me anything they’ve got for searches on banking, politics, real estate, whatever pseudoscience or spiritualism was big at the time, and hell, why not, the LGBT community--all of those--in the twenties, the thirties, and the forties, and then take those results and show me anything that cross-references with our SHIELD people of interest in the fifties or later.”

A pause.

“Done, sir.”

“Anything good?”

“A few more data points to cross-reference with other sources. We may have the beginnings of a paper trail on the history and extent of Mr. Stane’s involvement with the organization, related to his business ties before Stark Industries, but—”

“Skip that,” Tony ordered. He wasn’t going to go into that. Not tonight. Not until he had everything he needed to chart out the whole festering shit-show and deal with it all at once.

“As you wish, sir. Two, perhaps three, of the prominent city council members at the time may have had ties to Hydra, most likely unknowingly. A housekeeper’s murder may have been precipitated by something she overheard rather than her affair with her employer, although the perpetrator may be the same woman as originally suspected. There may be more behind the apparent suicide of a SSR agent and a deadly riot at a movie theater than was originally suspected as well--though in those cases the revelation is the extent of the foul play, not its presence. There are also a few cases I have flagged as false positives. Would you like to review those?”

Tony stood up and stretched, his spine popping. Ow. “Sure,” he said, yawning, “they’ll be funny. And then I’ll call Pepper and go to bed,” he added, rolling his eyes, “so don’t say anything.”

“That is wonderful news, sir.”

The false-positive Google searches appeared as holographic screens around him. The first one was about a shady real estate deal that Hydra clearly hadn’t had a hand in, because the fact they didn’t own a particular piece of land later was a real hindrance to them, so that was good. The triumph of run-of-the-mill white-collar crime over evil. Or something.

The next few were restaurant reviews, for some reason. About all they proved was that foody talk from seventy years ago was just as weird as foody talk today, except people back then had really really liked preservatives as much as they really really hated them now.

Another search result was a Buzzfeed article: “17 of Howard Stark’s most hilarious parking tickets.” Apparently his dad had had a bad habit of just leaving cars lying around once he’d modified them with anti-theft mechanisms. One had sprayed a cloud of skunk musk at the officer leaving the ticket. Judging by the comments, people thought this was hilarious. They were all missing the point of the collateral stink-damage to bystanders and nearby cars. Tony could do it better than his dad ever had. Tony could do better in his sleep.

That left a sour taste in his mouth. --His brain? His mouth tasted awful, come to think of it, like the stale coffee now gone stone-cold at his elbow and too long without sleep, but that wasn’t the point. He needed mind Mentos, was the point. Next false positive.

(this is the actual search result!)

Tony started cackling.

“Are you alright, sir?” JARVIS asked.

“Yeah,” Tony said, clicking on the flagged article. “Yeah, I’m fine. What, this came up because of—?”

“Confluence of a known Hydra target and the search term ‘queer 1930s Brooklyn.’”

“Like the rainbow mafia, that makes sense when you think about it.” Tony shook his head. “Oh man, I’m gonna tell Cap that someone’s turned their history project on him into the history of Grindr.”

“Sir?”

“He blushes like a lobster. This’ll be the best. Thank you for this, J, you’ve made my night.”

“Are you going to leave the laboratory at any point in the near future, sir?”

“Yes, Mom, as soon as I read this actual article because even though it’s probably not really about Grindr, I’m sure there’ll be plenty in there I can embarrass Steve with. . . . --Oooh, excellent subtitle. ‘Mr. Rogers’ Gayborhood,’ I’ll have to . . . .”

He trailed off absently as he realized what he was reading. “Huh. --JARVIS, how deep in the search results was this buried?”

“About halfway up the first page, sir.”’

“Huh.”

“Are you alright, sir?”

“Fine, it’s just--really good historical research, kind of light tone, but actually . . . probably not a horny undergrad messing with a history prof on a paper assignment. And the comments are . . . people are agreeing with . . . There are historical documents here. --OK, real search engine time, JARVIS: is there some sort of, like, scholarly and/or Internet message board consensus that Captain America is gay and I missed it?!”

“It appears to be a topic of heated debate, actually,” JARVIS replied, “the foremost proponents of which are adamant about it not being a joke.”

“Okay,” Tony said, “I know about the clone conspiracy theorists and the Russian conspiracy theorists and the weird cultists and the Reagan administration snake-people conspiracy theorists, and I know he does too. How does Steve not know about this already?”

“He does, sir.”

Tony made a wheezing, squeaking noise, torn between hilarity and incredulity.

“The Captain has apparently been approached on occasion--in person, informally, and inconspicuously, most often by people who have written scholarly articles on the subject—”

“He has?”

“--and has refused to give any meaningful reply one way or another, other than that it’s not really anyone else’s business.”

Tony blinked. He was familiar with that bland kind of shutdown. It did not go well with the picture of flustered, wrong-footed Cap that his head kept trying to give him. He got flustered when he didn’t know what was going on. He got calm and blank and authoritative when he did.

“His refusal to answer questions has been especially marked when asked about his relationship with James Barnes.”

Tony blinked again, reached out on autopilot, and took a gulp of his now definitely too cold and ugh ugh ugh awful coffee.

Once he’d finished gagging and had acknowledged that, yes, his mouth absolutely hated him and this was possibly worse than waking up hungover and tasting stale vomit because he had been sober and in control of his own behavior when he slugged that down, there were no excuses--once he was done with that little ritual of disgust, he frowned, then firmly swiped the article’s display off to one side. “Save that for tomorrow, J,” he said. “And start a new file. I’m getting to the bottom of this.”

“Are you certain that’s wise?”

“‘Is Cap into guys’ is a more fun mystery than ‘did a terrorist organization recruit my dad’s best friend to spike his drink or cut his brakes the night he died so he’d be out of their way,’ JARVIS,” Tony said heavily. “Let me have my fun.”

He might be imagining it, but he thought JARVIS sounded almost gentle when he said, “Of course, sir.”

***

CODA.

Tony had been asleep.

He knew he’d been asleep, and he knew he was awake now, and he wasn’t sure when he’d transitioned from sleeping to thinking or if he’d just woken up abruptly. It hadn’t been a nightmare. He was lying perfectly still, his heartbeat was regular, and he wasn’t sweating or anything. He was just lying in bed, awake, aware that he was awake, eyes open and staring at the ceiling.

“JARVIS,” Tony said.

“Yes, sir?”

“The guy Steve wouldn’t tell the Internet people about. That’s the same guy--that really weird message from Natasha . . . . ?”

“So it would appear.”

Tony thought for a minute.

“Well shit.”

“Aptly put, sir.”

Tony look at the ceiling some more.

“Merge the new folder I told you to make with the other one, the—”

“The folder entitled ‘Soviet Winter Reunion Tour or Something, Romanoff is Being Cryptic, Get Steve to Explain When He’s Conscious,’ sir?”

“Yeah, that one. Merge ‘em. Rename, uh, ‘Ancient History, Search and Rescue Edition.’ Mark it high priority.”

“Done, sir.”

“And JARVIS?”

“Yes, sir?”

“Send Pepper a bunch of flowers and see if you can maybe find an earlier flight for her to come home.”

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