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mysmolchildrendeservehappiness · 7 years

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they say you’re gonna tear me apart (but darling you’re the one holding me together)

They’d been having a good time. The bar, apparently owned by Thor’s younger brother -Loki-, was a hole-in-the-wall establishment with a good combination of vintage and sleek decorations. It made it feel somewhat homey but with an underlying sense of darkness.

And even though the clientele seemed shady at best and straight-up murderous at worst, Thor assured them that this was a ‘free-conflict’ space, and should something occur his brother would take care of it, which should not be as reassuring as it was, but well, the guy had something about him that warned you not to fuck with him, or he would find no trouble electing a river to throw your corpse into.

Bucky found it reassuring in an odd way. Like finding a kindred spirit.

So here they were celebrating nothing in particular, just their weekly going out night -it was Thor’s turn to choose-, and Sam had invited Rhodey, since they’d been going steady for 3 months and he’d grown tired of hearing Stevie nag him about meeting his fella, who’d in turn invited his best friend Tony; he was a snarky little shit who thrilled on making Steve blush and couldn’t go more than a minute without sneaking a pop-culture reference in. Bucky loved him from the get go. Steve, well Steve resisted for about 3 minutes until he caved under Tony’s caramel orbs and overenthusiastic stories about his bots, with plenty hand gestures emphasizing his points "no, I’m telling you it was a small fire, but there goes Dum-E dousing me with foam and extinguishing my experiments" “you were on fire Tony” “a small one!“ , and started in on his mother-hening routine.

The kids’ wide eyed look would’ve been funny as hell, had he not been dealing with the same since back when they were kids and the blonde was as thin as a rail, but even Steve going through puberty and gaining what seemed to be double his weight in muscles hadn’t managed to save Bucky from his friends well-meaning nurturing, so with a swig of his beer he wished luck on the brunette.

It all seemed to be going well, Rhodey (he wasn’t going to call him James) was a great guy and he looked at Sam like he hung the stars, so the group gave his non-verbal approval and continued to have a good time.

Tony had just finished talking on the phone with his boyfriend Peter-who Tony said was going to pick him up from the bar since it was getting late and he hadn’t brought his car- when he stood up and made his way to the bar in order to talk with Loki, and hadn't that been a surprise, the kid was apparently a regular, and for all that he looked about 17 in a sea of late 20’s to 30 year olds he fit in surprisingly well.

The only reason Bucky saw the guy going up to Tony was because he’d been keeping an eye on the blokes table, -they’d been taking too long looks at Natasha and Tony apparently-, the guy slid in next to Tony interrupting whatever conversation he was having and ordered a drink from a blank looking Loki, who proceeded to make the drink with forced coolness.

After receiving his drink the fellow lifted a brow at Loki in an attempt to make him leave, it only earned him two dangerously raised brows in return, which made him back off hurriedly and instead concentrate all his advances on poor Tony.

The guy proceeded to invade Tony’s personal space causing him to lean back so fast he almost fell off the stool, leading the other guy to grab him by the waist in order to steady him. And not taking his hands off when he was finished.

Bucky could tell that the brunette was uncomfortable with the attention, if his subtle and then non-subtle attempts at getting the guy to let go of him were any clue, but the other seemed to be ignoring any hints thrown his way and instead appeared to be taking a firmer hold on the smaller man’s waist.

Loki had gone off to the backroom minutes before hissing in some foreign language to whoever was on the other side of the phone, but the whole bar seemed to be keeping an eye on the situation, already he had seen a tall man, with what looked like a pair of katanas on the seat next to him stand up and make his way to the pair.

He turned to his friends, but no one but Clint and Natasha seemed to have any clue to what was going on.

He nudged Steve with his elbow and when he saw him turn he motioned to where Tony, Katana Guy, a returned Loki and the other dude seemed to be having a confrontation.

The blonde made a sound on the back of his throat which got everyone’s attention, Rhodey almost jumped out of his seat when he saw Tony looking a little disheveled and holding an ice pack from somewhere to his midriff, but Sam managed to hold him back, Steve was a little trickier (all that bulk had to weigh) but he managed with Natasha’s help in the end.

Thor was frowning in their direction, but seemed to be happy to let it be dealt with it "Aye, it’s nothing to worry about my friends, I am sure Loki will take the proper measures to deal with the situation in a satisfying manner”, Nat and Clint appeared to be content observing the situation first.

The rest of the guys that came with The Groper decided it would be a good time to give their friend some backup, that prompted the other bar denizens to stand up as well and come up behind Tony.

One of them, a guy who had some serious sideburns going on and was holding a cigar with his teeth ruffled the brunettes hair and proceeded to put on some spiked knuckle dusters while a slightly taller guy who bared some resemblence to sideburns guy sent him a wink and evoking a smile before striding to the front of the crowd and letting loose a feral grin, bringing his rather prominent fangs -the fuck- to light.

The view gifted by the two crowds pitted against each other would be quite hilarious in any other situiation, considering it was most of the bar against 15 guys on the other side, if it weren’t for the bloodlust rising through the air. One guy had Katanas and fuck me but were those guns!?

As it were it was gearing up to be a fucking spectacular bar-fight (read:murder-spree) and it all came to head when some big group arrived. A dark skinned woman with green highlights in her hair was at the front of the assembly, followed by a heavily tattooed guy who was built like a shit brick house and a duo on completely different sets of the spectrum when it came to height, with the tallest one approaching 7’ and the shorter one having an uncanny resemblance to a… raccoon of all things. An angry raccoon.

Bringing the rear was a rather tall, brunette male sporting a beard and wearing a well-worn red leather jacket, who while handsome enough to warrant a second look, caught Bucky’s attention by the way his gaze was searching through the crowd, methodically looking at everyone and then dismissing them, until finally a rather messy head of hair popped out from behind the multitude that was hiding him and the gaze snapped up to him, going through a range of emotions, from giddily overjoyed, to worried when he saw the look on Tony’s face and finally furious at the state the shorter male was in.

Huh, Bucky thought, that would be Peter then.

The rest of the mish-mashed people in the group approached Tony and while the giant and the tattooed guy appeared to be comforting him and checking him over for injuries while the short one picked up an argument about car engines, which seemed to lift his spirits a little bit, his boyfriend had a silent conversation with the gruff sideburns man, through facial gestures alone, by the time the exchange was over, Tony’s lover was sporting a truly menacing scowl and was picking through the crowd like a man on a mission with the dark-hued lady following on his trails and exuding a deadly aura that sent chills down his spine.

In the future, when Bucky remembered this day, he would still tell you that things went from 0 to 100% in less than the blink of an eye.

One moment he was watching Peter standing tense at the forefront of the crowd blink and next thing you know there was a yell and The Groper was lying on the floor with a broken arm in a gruesome fashion; Natasha was watching avidly as the woman took out three of the guys’ friends in less than 30 seconds; and the tattoed guy jumped into the fray inciting a full scale bar-brawl to take place at the center of the club.

Tony appeared next to them with “Groot and Rocket, they’re friends of mine”, and took a seat at the table, allowing Rhodey to fuss over his best friend, while rolling his eyes and getting out an amused huff.

He was looking into the center of the fight where his boyfriend was executing a maneuvre that managed to make him raise his brows and tilt his head, with too much fondness for that much blood.

He was about to turn to Steve when he saw a flash of blonde hair through the corner of his eye, and lo and behold, his friend was now in the focal point of the scuffle. Gazing at the empty seats around the table it seemed like the only ones that stayed put were Sam, Rhodey, Tony and his friends. He could even hear Thor’s bellows in between all the ruckus.

Standing with a sigh, he cracked his knuckles.

Idiots, he thought fondly while throwing his first punch of the night.

Hey! This is the second MCU fic I’ve started, though it’s the first StarkQuill I’ve done. Though I have SO many self-prompts for this ship, but this one fought it’s way to the top and wouldn’t leave me alone until I wrote it, so here you go guys.

Hope you enjoy it, feedback is appreciated :))

Love ya peeps, xoxo

I’ve also posted it on AO3

This is the blog I’ll be using to post my fics and art, but I’ll also link my posts to my main side blog which is @creepingsoul

#starkquill #my fic #my writing #mscdh update #avengers au #creepingsoul #tony stark #slash fanfic #tony stark x peter quill #gotg fic #some x-men thrown in there as well #they came outta nowhere #meh #starklord

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mysmolchildrendeservehappiness · 7 years

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King of the World (only by your side)

Steve was confused.

He was tired. He was under stress and right in this moment he was absolutely distraught by the enigma that was in front of him.

Anthony Edward Stark. Genius, Billionaire, Activist, Philantropist.

When Steve first woke up from the ice he was undergoing shock, but the moment he heard of the situation the world found itself in, he pushed it all to the back of his mind.

Ensuring the world’s survival was priority and all other problems could wait.

Hearing that there was an army of extraterrestrial forces currently gaining their way to Earth was not really helpful to keeping his emotions in control, he was in the future, there were ALIENS-, but he managed it.

Apparently a scorned sorceress named Amora was leading the attack, in conjunction with an army of Chitauri, and whatever they were, if Thor was to be believed, they were ‘indeed a might foe, comrade Steven’, and seeing as Thor was the only other alien they knew, though his race was known as Asgardians, they were led to trust his assessment on the threat.

When reported to Director Fury they were informed that there was a specialist coming along. A lot of possibilities came to mind. Another alien creature. A space specialist. Another socerer perhaps. But not this. Not him. Nothing could have prepared Steve for this. Not even the file S.H.I.E.L.D. had formed on the subject was enough.

Because nowhere in that file did it say how much of an egotistical, self-centered, asshole Howards’ kid had grown up to be, and that in itself was a shock -Howard had a child, Howard got married, Howard is dead! Is everyone de-, he still could not believe he was actually 70 years in the future after sleeping through decades as a glorified ice cube, and that the first person he met who was connected in some way to his past turned out to be nothing but a spoiled brat.

Steve had high expectations of Howards’ son, and the person he saw met none of them.

But see, this is where it all went wrong. Because he saw, what he was allowed to see. He saw the mask, the mask that hid the real person under all that extravaganza and glamour. Steve should have remembered that expectations are meant to crash and if you judge a book by it’s cover you’re setting yourself up for disaster.

Stark breezed through the conference room like he owned it, which in a way he did, Stark Industries was after all S.H.I.E.L.D.s’ major contributor. Yet that was not what had caught the agents attention.

It was the way he stood, the quiet air of a nobleman he carried like a birthright, the strenght roiling under his skin, the stance of a predator he took without tought. But most of all the sharp assessment in his eyes, that appraised you and found you lacking, that spark of mischief that left you with the uncomfortable feeling of knowing there was a wild card in your midst.

There were five people in the room –six once Stark joined them– and Stark managed to ignore precisely all of them with an air of disinterest. At least until he caught sight of Dr. Bruce Banner and persuaded him into a complex talk of termonuclear astrophysics that served to lower the tension in the mans shoulder –going for the biggest threat first, smart –

The meeting between Stark and Rogers could have gone better, but the Captain had still not gotten the hang of interacting with non-government employed people in the modern world. The man took the fullfillment of regulations to a different level, though he had nowhere near the level of adoration for paperwork as Agent Coulson does.

While Natasha could admit that Stark was indeed a socialite, and possessed a gross amount of money due to his company growing in all directions and having a metaphorical finger in every metaphorical pie, he was not at all what she expected.

When you search the name Tony Stark on the internet what comes up first is ‘filthy rich, LGBTQA+ spokeperson, the new SI low cost product for poor communities, and Power Couple’ and that is what they want you to see, all they want you to know.

Yet what people should look for are reports of the incident in the deserts of Afghanistan.

3 months the world mourned the death of the CEO of the most powerful company in leading technology products, they mourned the death of a voice for the communities that went ignored, they mourned the death of an idol for thousands of people, of a role model, of a good man.

And a month later the world was in collective shock while they watched a dead man walk. Theories ran amok. Millions of questions were abound. ‘Where was he’ ‘How did he survive’ ‘How did he escape’.

That was when the world met Iron Man.

That was also when a new era began. The era of heroes.

So this is the first fic I’ve posted here and the first I’ve done in the Marvel Universe.

Haven’t posted any fics in like 2-3 years so let me know what you think. I’ll probably be updating ever 3 days or so. I’ll try to write all I can before my inspiration leaves me. *sobs*

This is the blog I’ll be using to post my fics and art, but I’ll also link my posts to my main side blog which is @creepingsoul

My AO3 account is this

#frostiron #avengers au #canon has taken a dive #i have saved some pieces of it #the rest has died #creepingsoul #update #update this shit #my fic #mscdh update #tony stark #loki laufeyson #loki x tony #tony x loki #slash fanfic

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