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quietlyimplode · 3 months
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Clintasha Advent (9)
Prompt: This year, Steve is insisting that the team give experiences instead of presents at Christmas. Natasha draws Tony's name. What meaningful experience is she going to give a "Genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist.”?
For/Prompter: @millenniallust4death
Warnings: Memories of the red room dormitories - and - only that this is not re-read and as it’s written is as it’s come out so all mistakes are not intentional.
Word count: 1.4k
A/N: Gosh I enjoyed this prompt so much. Thank you for your ideas and thoughts, may this make this month one iota lighter for you. Sending all the hugs.
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“Who do you have?” Clint asks again.
“No,” Natasha responds, “it’s a KK - you don’t get to know.”
“But you’ve been working hard on something, I just want to know who,” he pouts.
“It’s not for you,” she argues, waving him off.
“I know, because if I have Steve, and Bruce is taking Thor to a baseball game as their adventure, oh wait,” he turns, “I’m an idiot. Of course you have Tony.”
Natasha shrugs.
“Took far to long to get there, Barton,” she smiles.
“Ok, so now tell me what you’re doing.”
Shaking her head, there’s a pause.
“What do you get the man who has everything?”
Clint shrugs, “the man who can get anything for himself too.”
He can feel the walls lowering, doubt creeping into whatever Natasha had thought of.
“It’s… an adventure,” she admits.
Clint waits, wanting her to say more, and knowing she will if he waits.
“What’s the one thing he always wants? Always wants more of?”
Clint thinks.
He knows his friend.
“Alcohol and knowledge,” he smiles.
“Right, but the former, he promised Pepper about, and the latter, well, he’s too smart for his own good. He knows things and can put them together before someone has even blinked.”
“He likes tech?” Clint says unhelpfully.
Natasha nods.
She looks at him and feels the conversation may not be a waste.
“Actually,” she decides, “you can help.”
Clint perks up, and nods, he likes helping, being included in Natasha’s present schemes.
She leads him to her own lab, the VR headset sitting in the middle.
“It’s rudimentary,” she tells him.
“What is it?”
“It recreates places.”
Clint frowns.
“I don’t get it.”
Natasha nods, seemingly anticipating this.
Opening her laptop, she types in coding, and sighs, backspacing two lines and then starting again.
“Tell me somewhere that you can see in your mind, tell me what you can remember from it.”
Clint thinks of his childhood bedroom.
“White walls, posters on the walls, small bookshelf in the corner. A window, a dirty one, a bed in the corner, a ball on the floor.”
It’s how he left it.
“How old are you in the room?”
“Seven?”
He sees what’s she’s doing as she programs the other other parameters, the town he lived, his approximate age, the age of the room and everything else she can think of.
“Put on the headset,” she points.
He does, and finds himself in his childhood bedroom.
The ai, recreating the room from the date, the time period, his description and musings.
“What? How?”
He looks around. Posters, the set up of the room.
“My bed had cars on it,” he remembers, and the bed changes before him.
“Yeah,” he says quietly.
He can almost hear footsteps on the stairs.
“Can I see?” Natasha asks.
Without speaking, he hands the headset over.
“An American bedroom,” she smiles.
“Tony can do anything, but this might be something new,” Clint tells her.
“Steve did say an experience,” Natasha shrugs,
“You do one,” Clint says, curiously.
Natasha nods, as though she was expecting it.
She doesn’t always default to offering a piece of herself for someone else, but in this case, perhaps she feels it’s necessary.
Seeing Clint’s childhood room, she offers her own.
He glances at some of the coding, surprised to find that there’s preprogrammed places.
The file of the Red Room has seven locations.
“Don’t,” she requests softly.
“Just the dormitories,” he loads the file and she takes the headset, looking into the room and taking steps forward into it.
She’s hesitant to hand them over, but she does anyway.
Clint looks at her, uncertain now.
“Are you sure?”
She shrugs.
“I’ll delete the others, but I suppose I should have something to show him.”
It makes sense to Clint, now, the long hours working on this project.
He places the headset on.
It’s grey, 6 beds lined up, handcuffs glistening and waiting. Threadbare linens on the beds and thin mattresses.
Bars on the windows.
Bars on the door.
Locks on the inside of the doors seems like a strange choice.
He walks towards it, and he wonders if Natasha can see what he does.
“They’d make us lock ourselves in,” she clarifies as he reaches out.
He takes the headset off, the trepidation of being stuck in the locked dormitory feeling too ominous.
“A happy place,” he demands, and she smiles at his feelings.
“Here,” she supplies.
He puts them back on.
“The cabin!”
His delight at seeing it, all round him, shows.
“There’s even the crocheted blankets,” he grins.
“Show him this,” he decides for her, the memory of little Natasha sleeping in a cold dormitory, lined up with six other little girls, locking themselves in and locking themselves up a little too much. Knowing it happened is one thing, seeing it feels… too much.
He becomes lost in thought.
“Where do you think Tony would go?” he asks, imagining a strip club, or maybe a party.
He hands Natasha the headset, and she plugs it back in. Clint watches her update some software, and then shuts down the program and the computer.
“Do you think it’s too much? That he won’t like it? He can improve on it, it’s more just a prototype,” she says biting down on the side of her finger.
“I think he’s going to love it,” he assures her.
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“It’s my present, isn’t it?” Tony says, bouncing in a way only he can.
Christmas Eve seemed like the only time that Natasha felt comfortable in giving him his gift. Close enough to Christmas but not a shock on the actual day.
She almost felt nervous.
“If you don’t like it, or it doesn’t work, it’s not my fault okay?”
Tony grumbles, his eyes still blindfolded.
“Just show me, I’m sure I’m going to love it.”
“Okay, but let me explain first.”
Tony stops moving almost sensing the seriousness in her voice.
“Fine, can I take the blindfold off?”
Natasha eases it off his head and he looks around to find the VR set close by.
“You’re hard to buy for, you know? It’s like.. What do you get someone who has done everything, has everything and doesn’t want anything?”
She hands him the set.
“So I made you something.”
He looks at her curiously.
“It’s a recreation device, it’s probably not as good as what you could of done.. But…”
She turns on the system.
“Tell me a place you’ve been, that you’ve always wanted to go back to.”
Tony frowns, thinking and not quite understanding.
“Um,” he pauses.
Natasha considers that it could be a personal question.
“Tell me about Pepper’s apartment,” he prompts.
“Um. It’s spacious, there’s art on the wall. Monet I think. She’s got a big kitchen, that leads into the dining room and the table is big. Always has paperwork on it.”
As he speaks the words the place comes to life through the headset, and he gasps.
“Do you know what you’ve done?”
She isn’t sure what he means.
“Here, hold this,” he hands her the VR headset.
He takes the computer and adds code in.
“You’ve done a great job,” he smiles, turning it to show her.
“We can turn it to holograms, but that might be something for later, here, it’s voice activated now so you don’t have to type it in. Describe a place,” he offers.
“You do it,” she replies, smiling.
“Nat, this is great, thank you,” he says genuinely.
He then launches into describing a room, a bedroom she thinks, a kids one at that.
“Who’s is it?”she asks curiously.
“Mine,” he says softly, “my mother decorated it when I was little before my father changed it.”
“It was blue, with rabbits on the edge, a chair we used to to sit in and read together. I learnt in her lap.”
Natasha takes the headset for him and sees it.
“It looks so cozy,” she says smiling, handing it back.
“Anyway, Merry Christmas. I just wanted to give you something that… Well something that you didn’t have.”
Tony looks up then.
Takes the headset off and looks at her sincerely.
“Thank you, Natasha, this is… way better than what I got Barton.”
They both laugh.
“Do you want me to stay?” she asks.
“No… I think… I’ll be playing with this for a while,” he laughs, “I’ll see you at breakfast though?”
She groans.
“Please get some sleep, Pepper will kill me.”
Natasha taps the headset.
“See you tomorrow, Shellhead.”
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1/ Clint/Nat/Laura + traditions
2/ Clintasha + temporary blindness
3/ Clint/Nat/Maria + traditions
4/ Natasha and Yelena watch the stars
5/ Clintasha - stab wounds + wrapping presents
6/ Clint/Nat + Maria - gift buying (early shield days)
7/ Clint/Nat - taking lucky for a walk when it starts to snow
8/ Clintasha - Christmas Lights
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marvel-lous-guy · 6 months
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Fury: Stark, you were way out of line last mission. You need to obey Rogers orders next time
Tony: I don't like being told what to do unless I'm naked
Fury: ...
Tony: And I'm assuming it's a hazard for me to be naked on a mission
Scott: I for one would be honored to be in your naked presence
Tony: ...Thank you Scott
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haleyhunwritess · 1 year
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I was wondering if you could write someting where bucky and reader have an argument and she gets drunk later because shes upset but then he takes care of her 💜
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pairing: bucky x reader
warning: angsty, swear words, lots of fluff at the end
a/n: okay i made this super long for literally no reason, but i got a similar request before (i can't find it anymore) and i got this idea for the request from a movie i watched last night (yes i wrote this at like 3am, which is probably why this is really bad), i hope you guys still like it though <3 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
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"Come on, Buck, are you seriously not gonna tell me anything?" Steve asked once again, hoping Bucky would tell him more about your relationship. Most people already knew about the two of you, even though you hadn’t really made things official yet.
"There's nothing to tell. I already told you." Bucky groaned, hoping Steve would leave him alone.
"Oh please you guys are always together, and you've spent every night in her room for the past two weeks. You're seriously telling me there's nothing going on?" Steve smiled, thinking back to when he caught Bucky sneaking out of your room earlier this morning.
"It's nothing, okay? It's just a casual thing, that's it." Bucky lied, just to get Steve to shut up. Truth was, to him this was no casual thing. You were it for him. But he didn’t know if you wanted that. And he also knew it would be difficult telling your father about the two of you, and Bucky didn’t want him to accidentally hear about it from Steve.
“Buck-”
“Steve, like I said, it’s a casual thing and it means nothing, okay?” Bucky interrupted him, thinking he was still trying to pry. However, when Steve gestured to the person behind him, he realized the poor guy was just trying to warn him that you were right behind him, and judging from the look on your face, you definitely heard what Bucky said.
Before he could even say anything though, you turned around and started walking back to your room. Bucky quickly followed behind you but you just ignored him. Once you got to your room, he followed you inside, and you didn’t stop him. Instead, you started picking up all of the things he left in your room. He tried to apologize as you collected all his things and just ignored him.
"Baby stop, I didn't meant that, I'm sorry. Please just let me explain,” Bucky moved his hands to cup your face and try to get you to look at him, but you just pulled away from him.
"I don't wanna hear it." You muttered, picking up his book from the bedside table.
"Please just let me explain, doll." Bucky sighed, taking the book from you and putting it back down.
"Take your stuff with you and get the fuck out. I don't wanna see you," You said, shoving the book back in his arms.
Even though you never made things official, you clearly had strong feelings for each other. It hurt when he said it was just a casual thing, but it hurt even more when he said it didn’t mean anything. Is that how he really felt? You didn’t mean anything to him? Maybe he didn't even have feelings for you like you thought he did.
Fuck this, you needed a drink. The girls were going out tonight, and you were supposed to go but then you made plans with Bucky. Looking down at your clock, you wondered if you could still make it to go out with them. You probably could if you started getting ready right now. But in order to do that, you needed Bucky to leave.
"Please just listen to me, I'm not going anywhere until you listen to me." Bucky tried again as he watched you walk over to your closet. He was about to explain his side of the story until he noticed you were starting to strip your clothes off, "Uhh doll, what are you doing?"
"I'm going out with the girls, and I have to get ready but you won't leave," You rolled your eyes as you slipped on a random skirt before looking through your closet for a top.
"I thought we had plans tonight…" Bucky frowned, folding his arms as he watched you get dressed.
If there is one thing this man had, it was the fucking audacity. You took a deep breath before picking up another one of his books and throwing it at him, "Bucky if you don’t leave right now, I swear to god,”
"Ow! Okay okay I'm leaving," Bucky dodged the next book you threw at him, and decided it was best to leave you alone for now. Once he got to your door though, he stood there quietly for a second before attempting to apologize again, only to have the door slammed in his face.
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"You sure it's a good idea to spy on her after what you did?" Sam smirked, looking back at the nearby booth where you, Nat, and Wanda were sitting. Sam was a little skeptical at first when Bucky practically begged him and Steve to go clubbing tonight. Although, it was clear now that he only came here for you.
"I'm not spying on her, I didn't even know she was here." Bucky rolled his eyes, taking a sip of his drink.
"Right, so it's just a coincidence that she's here too, huh?" Steve smirked, as he watched Bucky stare at you intently.
Back at your booth, Wanda laughed at something Nat said, but then she noticed how you were still pretty quiet, just like you had been since you got there. Before she could said anything though, she heard Sam’s booming laughter coming one of the nearby booths. She turned to check if it was really him, "Is that- Fuck, okay don't look but Bucky is here."
You nearly spit your drink out at Wanda’s words, and resisted the urge to turn around, "Are you serious? Is he alone?"
"No, Steve and Sam are also here but umm…" Wanda watched nervously as some drunk girl nearly fell over on Bucky. She then moved closer to him, and started playing with his hair before laughing at something he said, "There's a girl sitting next to him, and I'm pretty sure she's flirting with him."
"I love your hair!" The strange girl nearly screamed drunkenly as she continued playing with Bucky's hair. He rolled his eyes and tried to push her away but she wouldn’t budge. She then grabbed his left arm, and moved it close to her face, staring at the shiny vibranium hand.
"Thanks but would you mind not doing that, please?" Bucky pulled his hand away, and tried to move further away from her once again, as both Steve and Sam tried to contain their laughter while watching this whole exchange. Sam looked over at your table when Bucky and Steve started talking but he quickly looked away when you glared back at him.
"Umm Bucky don't look but they definitely saw us, and I don't think your girl is very happy with you right now," Sam said, referring to the angry expression on your face as you watched the girl continue to flirt with Bucky.
"What is she doing? Is she still with the girls?" Bucky asked, trying his best not to turn around to look at you.
This time Steve turned around, watching you and Wanda talk for a minute until Natasha came back to the table with a tray of shots, “She's taking shots with the girls, I think it's tequila?"
"Fuck she can't handle more than five shots, especially tequila. She's a lightweight, last time she passed out after like four." Bucky groaned, thinking back to the last time you drank tequila, "How many do you think she's had so far?"
"I think she's about to have her fifth one." Steve gulped, as he watched you take down your fifth shot.
"Fuck, I'm gonna go check on her." Bucky got up from the table but Sam quickly stopped him, making him sit back down.
"No don't do that! You're just gonna upset her even more.” Steve said, hoping Bucky will actually listen to him. Of course he didn’t though.
He got up and started walking to your table through the crowd, only to get there and realize it was empty. He turned around and saw you stumbling drunkenly through the crowd towards his booth.
"You piece of shit, you couldn't even wait one fucking day!" You yelled as you approached his table, both Wanda and Nat following behind you. They were too drunk to stop you from going over to Bucky’s booth to yell at him. You watched the drunk girl from before lean closer to kiss him, and you immediately pushed her off of him, only to realize it wasn’t even Bucky she was trying to kiss "Steve?! Wha- Where the fuck is Bucky?”
Steve almost laughed before pointing at Bucky who was standing behind you. You didn’t get much chance to say anything to him though, as your head started spinning even more. Then before you knew it, you practically collapsed in his arms and passed out.
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You woke up to the excruciatingly loud sound of Bucky’s alarm. Reaching over to turn it off, you quickly realized you were in Bucky's room. Though you couldn’t remember how you got there or why you were wearing his clothes.
Before you could sneak back to your room though, Bucky walked in with a tray in one hand and a coffee in another, and quietly put it down on the dresser. Picking up a bottle of water from the tray, he walked over to the bed and put it on the bedside table. He was about to leave again until he noticed you were awake.
"Oh good, you're finally up.” He handed you the bottle of water, as well as some painkillers, “Here's some ibuprofen, it'll help with your headache. Oh and I made some breakfast and got you coffee."
"Look I'm not in the mood for-" You protested as he brought the tray of food over to the bed, but he quickly shushed you before you could continue.
"Just listen. I made your favourite, pancakes with strawberries on top. I also got you some cereal, if you something lighter. Oh and of course, a vanilla latte with oat milk instead of regular, and an extra shot of espresso." He gestured to the coffee, smiling softly at you.
Bucky watched you for a minute, and sighed when you remained still. Taking the bottle of water from you, he put it back down on tray. He then took your hands in his, kissing them gently before looking up at you, "I know you’re angry. I know you wanna yell at me, but first I need you to eat some breakfast for me. It'll help you feel better, and you'll have more energy so that you can argue with me properly. I promise once you finish eating I'll sit here quietly and you can yell at me for as long as you want."
You nearly chuckled as he said that, and he laughed as well before saying, “I’m serious, I can even teach you some swear words in Russian so you can yell at me some more.”
"I hate you." You groaned, moving closer to hug him.
"I know, baby, I know. I'm sorry." Bucky sighed, hugging you back tightly, like he never wanted to let go, “I never should've said that, I didn't mean to hurt you."
"Why did you say it?" You mumbled, with your arms still wrapped around him.
"Honestly, I wasn’t sure if you even wanted a proper relationship with me. Plus you haven't told your dad about us yet, and I didn't want him finding out from Steve.”
"He knows already." You confessed, pulling away from Bucky. He looked back at you, confused, and you explained, "Well actually I was on my way to tell you he figured it out because of the security tape but then I heard you talking to Steve…"
Bucky sighed, feeling guilty about the way he made you feel, "Baby, I'm so sorry. I promise I didn't mean what I said, in fact I was dying to tell him everything." Bucky pulled you back in for a hug, and you melted into his touch. You stayed like that for a bit till Bucky broke the silence, "So, he knows, huh?"
You laughed at how nervous he sounded, "Oh yeah, but then I called him from the club last night, and told him what happened…"
"Oh god, he's gonna kill me, isn't he?" Bucky groaned thinking about what Stark was gonna do to him when he found out you were back together. And this time in an official relationship.
"Yeah, he might.” You nodded, laughing at the look on his face, making him glare back at you in response. Getting up from the bed, you leaned down to kiss his neck, “Anyways, I'm gonna go shower before breakfast, feel free to join me."
You quickly rushed off to the shower, and Bucky was about to follow you until he heard your phone ringing. "Baby your phone is-” He smirked when he realized it was Tony calling, “Your dad’s calling you, baby, Hello?"
"Hi Baby, you're not in your room, where are you? Are you okay?" Tony asked assuming it was you on the phone but then he realized it wasn't you who picked up, “Bucky, is that you?”
"Yes, sir. Sorry your daughter is in the shower, did you wanna leave a message?" Bucky smirked, knowing he was just pissing him off even more.
"Why the fuc- What is she- I-" Tony couldn’t even complete one sentence with how angry he was getting but Bucky just laughed at his reaction, "You know what, I do wanna leave a message but it's for you, go fuck yourself."
"Aw love you too, have a great day." Bucky laughed, hanging up on him before walking over to the bathroom to join you in the shower.
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xenocorner · 11 months
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Small sketch page of some of my marvel blorbos ;; Couldn't fit all of them in it nor had the time but hey I got the itch scratched kinda
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scarbabe · 7 months
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It's game night for the avengers. All of them are currently in the living room playing fun games, truth or dare, and more. Now Tony decided to Hype up the game with some money involve.
Tony: whoever guesses the right answer will get a hundred dollars per question.
Everyone cheered up.
Tony: Ok let's start! All day long it’s in and out. I discharge loads from my shaft. Both men and women go down on me. What am I?
Y/N: OH IT'S A DICK! IT'S A DICK!
Natasha: Jesus, Y/N slow down.
Tony: Wrong!
Y/N: Oh come on, it's obviously a dick. I witnessed that from Nata-
Natasha quickly covered her girlfriends mouth.
The team: ........
Natasha: It's an elevator, Detka!
Peter: Oh Imma go to bed.
Everyone leaves.
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girll-almightty · 5 months
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the death of tony and nat kind of also feels like the death of the mcu?
it’s all… officially over to me.
and yes i know there are more movies and shows coming out but it’s just not the same anymore. the thrill we used to feel will never be tied.
not even by another franchise, you know? there will never be another blip, another final battle, another endgame. there will never be another Avengers.
and that’s okay.
we got to live through it, now we get to remember it fondly. with tears and smiles. personally, i just can’t sit through more of these shows and movies that don’t give me half the joy as what i used to feel.
i mean, what’s the point of watching a franchise and constantly secretly wishing for steve rogers or tony stark or natasha romanoff to come on screen? i might as well let it die the same way they all did.
it’s a super sad feeling. i can’t even say it’s bittersweet because i can’t find the sweet part yet, but i guess i’ll get there soon.
rest in peace, mcu. i’ll remember you forever.
i love you 3000.
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denebolablack · 6 months
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They, in fact, wanted to kiss him so bad.
They were just mad because Tony was being his reckless self in the middle of a fucking battle.
Again.
Tony DID NOT expect to be kiss after his comment.
But he was, indeed, kissed.
Very hard.
Multiple times.
I think he was the only one who didn't see that coming.
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A serious meeting happening
Y/n storming in: I need to ask my girlfriends a question!
Tony: No kid
Nat: Hang on Tony I wanna hear it
Nat: Proceed with the serious question
Y/n looks to a slightly scared Wanda and a very intrigued scarlet witch: Doggy style means I get a treat after right? Like that’s the whole point?
Wanda: No
SW: Yes
Tony: You interrupted a meeting to ask a question about your sex life?
Y/n: yeah! I needed to know because I want candy and Wanda won’t buy me any unless I’ve been good
Tony: Then why don’t you be good?
Y/n laughs: oh Tony you are funny! That’s the best joke I’ve ever heard
Wanda: Babe I’ll buy you candy if you leave right now
SW: and I’ll buy you some later after you’ve been very good
Y/n: Hell yeah! *leaves*
Nat: Why can’t you do things like that?
Maria:…you want me to start rewarding you after sex with treats?
Nat: Not when you put it like that…
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idk-bruh-20 · 8 months
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Irondad fic ideas #147
Fic where Pepper got snapped, too. When Tony finally gets back to Earth, he discovers that not only has he lost his surrogate son but also his fiance.
And, just to dig the knife in even deeper, he finds out about a pregnancy test Pepper had taken after their jog. It turns out, his dream had been right. She was pregnant.
Was.
Tony just lost his son, his wife, and his other child he never even got to know, all at the same time.
To say he explodes at the rest of the surviving avengers is an understatement. Only Rhodey and Happy seem to have a clue what's going on, seem to get just how much Tony has truly lost.
All of this means Tony throws himself into his research to fix the snap. Unlike in canon, Tony has no reason to pull back this time. No one is relying on him to live on with whatever's left. He has nothing left.
This time, Tony won't stop until he's fixed things. After all, these deaths weren't natural, they were caused by aliens and magic. If half the universe can be erased just like that, then there must also be a way to un-erase them
This shit is solvable. There is a solution. He just has to find it.
He's getting his family back.
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irondad3000 · 4 months
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peteypiessuperfamily · 2 months
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Steve's been looking for the right dance partner since the 40's, Tony has years of formal dance classes from his childhood under his belt. Tony doesn't go into it expecting to be anything more than a teacher and Steve doesn't go in expecting to be anything more than a student with two left feet. It's just for the gala right?
Then the gala ends but their "lessons" don't. But hey! There's nothing gay about two grown men dancing together to romantic songs a couple days a week at set times. Nothing at all.
It takes Natasha walking in on them slow dancing weeks after the gala for them to use a single one of their braincells
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quietlyimplode · 9 months
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So glad I logged in today to see you are doing this cool event! For the ask game (apologies if I'm early but it should already be 2 July in your timezone right?) of course I'd take platonic Nat & Tony with "That cut isn't gonna stitch itself back together, is it?" Feeling slightly malancholic post-battle comrady if that remotely makes sense (but feel free to take it and run with it whether it takes you <3)
Oh my dear friend, yay for joining in. Thanks for the ask, I hope I did it justice, would be very willing to do a part two on this as I wanted to do more just ran out of time. <3
Black Widow Fest 2023 -Ask Game
Warnings: mission gone wrong fic (nothing graphic)
Word count: 737
Pairing: Clint/Nat, Tony and Nat
safe. guard.
Clint’s unconscious body is underneath Natasha’s, and although she’s moving slowly, Jarvis tells him she’s conscious and alive.
Tony focuses and lands softly next to her, quickly motioning for his suit to disarm and appear as unassuming as possible.
“Sentry mode,” he tells the suit.
It scans the area, and faces away from them; guarding his friends as he assesses them both and calls it in.
“I’ve found them,” he tells Steve as Natasha focusses on him and covers Clint in her haze.
“It’s okay Natasha, it’s me.”
A deep frown meets his eyes, and recognition seems to spawn.
“They found us, we ran, Tony, and they chased after us,” she says in a rush, “they’re close, I’m sure; they can’t..”
“It’s okay, it’s okay,” he assures.
He wants to touch her, the bullet graze in her hairline, and the gravel rash over her left side, speaks of more than just run and hide.
“Clint,” she tries to rouse him, but he doesn’t wake.
“Help him, Tony, please?”
He doesn’t think he’s ever heard her sound so worried, so tired and concerned for Clint. But to be fair, he’s never seen Clint unconscious.
“Steve’s coming with the jet, okay? He’ll be here…”
The jet lands close to the explosion site, and the sound drowns out his voice.
“Now.”
It’s how they’d known where she was. The flare that had been set beforehand seemed like it was set just for him.
The explosion that followed overloaded the output and he’d had to take time before flying across; his friends lost in the debris.
“Okay Nat, can you stand?”
“Help him?”
Steve’s by his side and tending to Clint, as Tony focuses on Natasha, still trying to get her to focus.
“Come on, follow me.”
When she doesn’t move, he motions for Steve to pick up Clint and carry him to the jet.
“Follow him,” he tells her, and walks behind her as she gingerly follows after them, limping and holding her left arm.
Tony watches her carefully. Assessing her as she so often assesses him.
The limp.
The graze.
The gravel.
It had taken them only two hours to find them, but still the wounds feel big. It doesn’t even take into account Clint’s unconsciousness.
She stumbles and immediately he’s by her side, steadying her as she tries to move as quickly as Steve does.
“I got you,” he mutters.
Steve lays Clint flat on the stretcher, and straps him in.
Tony’s left with both Natasha’s panic and Clint’s prone body, as he moves to the front of the plane to take off.
He’s glad Steve knows what to do, without having to talk about it.
He checks on Clint, telling his unconscious friend to wake up, before he rechecks the straps and hopes it’s just a bump on the head.
“Natasha, come here,” he says gently, assessing that Clint looks relatively stable, but Natasha, shivering and hyper vigilant, needs.. More.
“That cut isn't gonna stitch itself back together, is it?"
She meets his eyes, and the panic abates as she slowly nods.
“He got hit on the head,” she tells him honestly.
“The debris from the explosion, it hit him. I think it killed the hydra team.”
She gives him a dead stare.
He offers her a blanket, gently placing it next to her as she doesn’t move to touch it.
“Nat?”
He shows her the stitching kit and she takes a deep breath before cocking her head.
“Tony.”
She offers her arm, the gravel embedded deep.
“We can wait for the hospital,” he tells her, suddenly feeling not up to the task, of helping her alongside protecting her mental health.
At this point, he’s sure the latter is more important.
“Tony,” she repeats, “it’s okay. I can do it.”
She takes the tweezers from him, and slowly starts removing the gravel.
“Stop,” he tells her, her hands shaking from the adrenaline dump.
“I can help.”
Carefully, he grabs his water bottle and washes the wound, watching her carefully as he does so.
Next, he removes the bigger pieces, slowly, carefully washing blood away.
He’s as gentle as he can be, worried about the bullet graze, wondering if he should have prioritized that over the gravel rash.
Natasha’s face doesn’t show pain, just concern, as she doesn’t take her eyes off Clint.
“He’ll be okay, Nat, promise,” he tells her.
“Yeah,” she replies, tiredly, “I know.”
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marvel-lous-guy · 1 year
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Peter: when you ask for someone's name, you're essentially asking them what noise you should make to get their attention
Tony: Kid, what the fuck?
Harley: we should ditch names. You can get my attention by making the squeal of a bat bathing in cranberry juice on the night of a full moon.
Tony: ...
Peter: *viciously squeaks*
Harley: yes?
Peter: you wanna get pizza?
Harley: absolutely
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natashaslesbian · 3 months
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Just Like Mama
From the ‘Tiny Dancer’ series
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Word Count: 829
Parings: (Mama!Natasha x Kid!Reader) (Avengers x Kid!Reader)
Warnings: none just Xmas fluff!!!
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“Mama mama!” The bang of the door against the dresser snapped Natasha back to reality, as if the screaming toddler wasn’t enough. “Mama mama it’s Christmas!” You yelled as you used all your strength to pull yourself up onto mommy’s bed. She had enough time in her first thing consciousness to have a sneaky plan, so she pretended to be asleep. “Mama come on!” You exclaimed as you came to meet her ‘sleeping’ form when suddenly she bottled awake and used her reflexes to attack your tummy with with tickled “ahhhh gotcha!” Natasha croaked out “ah ha mama!” You shouted through your giggles. When her hands grew tired, Natasha swallowed you up into her embrace “merry Christmas tiny dancer” she said “merry Christmas mommy” you looked up into her glowing green eyes “can we open presents now!” You joyfully said and Natasha faked a large yawn “oh I don’t know y/n mommy is so tired I might need an hour to wake up” she said “an hour!” You moaned, dramatically throwing yourself over her lap “I’m only kidding baby!” Mama said as she scooped you back up and pushed the covers from her body “let’s go open some presents!”
“Wow!” You exclaimed “mommy look!” You helped the box up high so Natasha could see “what is it darling?” She asked “a pocket knife!” You dropped the box and ran to Tony “oh uh I think that one was meant for mommy baby” Nat said as she scooped up the weapon and shot daggers at iron man himself. “No mama, the tag said it was for me! Thank you uncle Tony” you cuddled into his lap “uh- hm, sorry y/n that one was for mommy” Tony lied, fearing the rage in Natasha’s frame “I actually have a way better gift for you” he said “oh, you do” you said with slight disappointment “yes. I’m gonna- take you to the mall, next- next week” he quickly came up with “yay” you said. Natasha turned her back for two seconds and uncle Tony whispered into your ear “I’ll teach you how to use my pocket knife alright kiddo” you solidified the deal with a fist bump.
Next you opened auntie Yelena’s present, tied perfectly with a pink bow and sparkly wrapping paper. Your auntie had spent weeks looking for the perfect gift for you, but when she saw this she knew it was the one. “A new tutu!” You cheered. You had begged mama for a rainbow tutu but she told you that you weren’t allowed to actually wear it to dance, you compromised asking if you could just wear it in the house, but Natasha wasn’t having any of it. That’s what aunties are for. “Do you like it tiny dancer?” The blonde asked, her Russian accent sounding thicker than usual “yes yes yes!” You screamed “I love it so much! Thank you auntie Lena!”
“All right, next one is from me” Clint said. You stumbled over to him and settled next to his frame on the couch. “Woah cool” you squealed “my own bow and arrow!” Nat immediately took notice “it better be a play one!” She said “of course! I’m not trying to endanger her life unlike others” Clint said as nudged Tony “thank you so much uncle Clint. Can I open it now?” You asked “not just yet y/n” Mama answered “you’ve still got one last present baby” you looked around the room and next to the tree, but there was nothing more to be seen “where mommy?” Natasha came over and like magic pulled a final gift from behind her back.
Settled on her lap, you began to tear the wrapping of Natasha’s last present, the sight of your mommy’s signature hourglass took you surprise, you looked up to Natasha with hope “keep going y/n” she encouraged. When you finally tore the wrapping away you were amazed, you had been asking for this all year. Natasha was worried when you fell silent, fearing you had changed your mind. “What do you think tiny dancer?” Wanda said from across the room. You brought your gaze back up to Natasha’s “really mama?” You whispered “yeah baby girl, it’s what you wanted right?” She said “I get my very own black widow suit?” You asked “I get to be just like mommy?” You said “you get to be just like mommy baby” Natasha said.
“Introducing!” Sam called through his cupped hands “the mini black widow!” The team erupted into applause as you came running into the room with auntie Wanda and dropped into your mamas signature pose. “Look at you baby spider!” Nat said as you ran into her awaiting arms “you look amazing mini widow!” She gave you a big squeeze “thank you mama! This is the best Christmas present ever!” You squealed as you returned her embrace, wrapping your frame around her shoulders “you’re welcome y/n” Mommy said
“I love you mama”
“I love you too tiny dancer”
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A/N: MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE! This request was the cutest thing ever and I decided to add it to the tiny dancer series! I hope everyone is having a good holiday🩷
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daisybell17 · 3 months
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Tony: I still don’t have a New Year’s resolution. Nat: You could lose a few. Clint: You could be less lazy. Strange: Don’t be such a bitch. Tony: Okay DAMN, SHIT.
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dailyflicks · 2 years
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THE WILDS 2.01 | Day 30/1
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