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tales-of-the-ghost-zone · 1 month

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DP x MCU crossover

Sometime after Howard and Maria Stark’s death, Hydra decides to try and make a clone of Tony Stark, that’s infused with Super Soldier serum. They were hoping to get a super smart super soldier that they could control.

And thus Danny was born.

At some point when he’s like 2 or 3 one of the Hydra agents whose been his handler since he was born grows a conscious after witnessing the most recent experiment the other scientists in the lab put Danny through. They take Danny and run away from the lab. They don’t get away clean tho, they had to fight their way out of the lab and they were injured in the process. They wind up in Amity Park with baby Danny and come across the Fenton Parents. They hand Danny over to them and tell them to protect and look after the kid. And then they die.

The Fenton parents adopt Danny and raise him as their own. Danny grows up not knowing he’s adopted or that he’s a clone and a super soldier. The ghost portal accident happens when he’s 14 like cannon. The reason he survived and only half died is because of the super soldier serum in his blood.

Eventually, after the whole events of the Danny Phantom series has passed (minus Phantom Planet because fuck that horrible ending to the series). Danny, after defeating Pariah Dark, is now the king of the ghost zone. He still doesn’t realize he’s a clone of Tony Stark. Despite the fact that he looks exactly like a 17 year old version of the man!!!

And then New York happens. A portal opens up in the skies above New York, and aliens come pouring out of it! You bet your ass Danny hightailed it over to New York to help out the group of heroes that were trying to stop the aliens. He’s super hyped to fight aliens!!! He’s just having a blast zooming through the skies of New York, around skyscrapers, throwing punches and ecto-blasts at aliens, helping out the other heroes.

Meanwhile every time he helps one of the Avengers they all double take when they finally get a look at his face. Cause like yes this floating glowing child has glowing green eyes and Snow White hair, but the rest of his face looks like a very young Tony Stark. After each encounter with the boy the different Avengers call Tony over the coms to ask his status and to reassure themselves that Tony hadn’t been de-aged and given super powers mid battle.

Tony is the last one of them that meets Danny. He’s super annoyed at the fact everyone keeps calling him over the coms to ask his status. Like yeah he’s not a super soldier and doesn’t have powers, but neither does Romanoff or Barton!!! And unlike them he has his own super suit to protect him. So why is everyone calling in to check on him?!!!

And then finally Danny comes zooming around a building chasing after Loki’s chariot, shouting sarcastic quips at the god, while firing green blasts from his fists. And Tony just kind of blue screens for a minute. Jarvis has to take over piloting the suit for a minute while Tony reboots. He’s def got the surprised Pikachu face going on. Finally he reboots but Danny’s already flown off to deal with something else.

The battle comes to an end, the portal closes, the world is safe, and all the Avengers all head towards Stark tower. Danny sees them and where they’re headed and decides to meet them there. He’s been the only super hero around for a while and he wants to actually properly interact with these new hero’s!

Imagine his shock when he actually finally comes face to face with Tony Stark and finally realizes how much he looks like the man. He starts panicking thinking his mom had an affair with the man 17 years ago and just passed him off as Jack Fenton’s son.

Absolute chaos ensues as assumptions are made. DNA tests happen. They realize that no he is not Tony’s kid, he’s Tony’s clone. More assumptions are made. No body is having a good time.

#danny phantom #marvel #mcu #dp x mcu #tony stark #Hydra #clones #ghost king danny #misunderstandings #assumptions are made #maybe some everlasting trio added in on the side #on a side note #Tucker Sam and Jazz are all liminal as hell #they all have their own ghost powers/halves at this point #because fuck it why not #Tony is having a panic attack at the thought he had a kid he never knew about #and his kid is a ghost #his kid died #apparently when he was like 14 cause that’s how old this ghost kid in front of him looks #Danny is 17 but his ghost half still looks 14 #his human half looks his proper age #it’s just his ghost half that hasn’t aged #Danny’s having a panic attack thinking his mom cheated on his dad #and then he has a panic attack thinking his parents cloned him in their lab using Tony’s DNA #he calls Jazz hysterical and crying about the whole thing #Jazz can barely make out what he’s saying #all she gets is her baby brother is calling her in hysterics #after fighting aliens #and joining the super heroes in their tower #she grabs Tucker and Sam and hightails it to the tower ready to kick some ass and defend her baby brother

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moritashie · 2 months

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I choose to believe that once Tony Stark had Morgan, he was freaked out of his mind. Why? Well, his parental instincts were supposed to kick in once he laid eyes on her. Tony didn't identify anything like that appearing once he did exactly that. Neither did they start working after she fell asleep in his arms, or after they arrived home. They seemed to do their thing on Pepper, why didn't he feel something so very different and unfamiliar. Where is the thing that is supposed to ensure his child is safe and sound?

A few days later Morgan starts trying to take something dangerous and put it inside her mouth much like babies do. He instantly spots her doing that, and with a horrified expression in his face stops her. Pepper jokes "see? Your parent sense is working just fine."

That's when he realizes, he does have those. He simply didn't know that was what it was. The reason was pretty clear; he expected to feel something unknown to him before. Meanwhile Tony has already experienced that over the course of the previous 1.5 years.

He promptly loses his balance and breaks down in the middle of the kitchen.

#peter parker #iron dad #spider son #irondad and spiderson #marvel #angst #since as we all know tony survives endgame in canon. no idea where that my #morgan stark #the word parental instincts make me think of that scene in modern family where Hayley climbs the window to get to her babies #but remember guys. this prompt has a happy ending since as we all know tony survives endgame in canon #no idea where the trope with his death came from. or why it's so popular

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itsagentromanoff · 3 months

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Steve: [seeing what Tony's up to] Tracking software? [gasps] You're spying on Peter!

Tony: Steve, keeping track of someone because you mentor them is not wrong. It shows you care.

Tiberius: [listening to Tony via his own bugging device] That's right my beautiful, beautiful Anthony. [laughs] Soon, you'll be mine.

FBI Agent #1: [observing Stone via bug] Keep talking, creepo.

FBI Agent #2: Every word buys you a year in the slammer.

#original: the simpsons #robert downey jr #chris evans #tom holland #tony stark #steve rogers #peter parker #dad tony stark #helicopter parent tony stark #stony #tiberius stone #the avengers #non avengers quotes #quoting the avengers

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moiravim · 1 year

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Ily3000 (support pt 2)

Dad!Tony Stark x adopted!child!reader

Summary: yn adjusting to living with the avengers

You had just gotten settled in to your new home. You're closest to your father, Tony Stark, but get along with everyone. Although Peter was a few years older than you, he played with you and tried to make you as comfortable as possible.

Recently you've been feeling everything but comfortable. It's been extremely difficult adjusting to your new lifestyle causing you to become overwhelmed.

You were too scared to tell your father about it so that he wouldn't worry for you. But then days went by and you continued telling yourself 'if I tell him now he'll be mad at me for not telling him earlier'.

So here you were. It's been a few weeks and you just want your dad to comfort you. You want him to tell you that you belong here and that he made the right decision in adopting you.

As you are dinner next to Tony, you anxiously looked around at all of the avengers eating dinner. Every single one of them has something special about them. Even Peter, who was the person you related the most too.

"Sweetie, I need to go on a mission this week. I promise I'll be back before movie night Friday-". You started sobbing as Tony finnished his sentence.

"What's wrong! My poor babygirl.. I don't have to go on this mission if you don't want me to" he says, voice full of distress and worry. You continue to cry.

It wasn't that I didn't want him to leave. It was that he was leaving, it was because he's special and your not. And one day all the special people here will leave you. Your family will leave you. Again and again.

It seems Tony had realized because he picked you up in his arms and carried you somewhere more private. "Talk to me sweetheart. Tell me what's wrong" he asks you as he wipes the tears from your eyes.

"It's just that... Your all special and I'm not. I don't want you to leave me.." you cry out in response. His eyes soften as he hugs you tightly.

"YN. I promise you. I'll never leave you. Your stuck with me now! Forever and always." He says with a genuine smile. You smile back and start to giggle.

"I love you dad" you say with a small smile. "I love you 3000." He responds.

#marvel x reader #marvel #platonic tony stark #platonic marvel #platonic avengers #parental tony stark #dad tony stark #tony stark x daughter!reader #tony stark x teen!reader #tony stark x reader #tony stark x yn #tony stark #teen yn #teen reader

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manidk1273 · 24 days

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🎀 — Prodigy

You were the result of a one night stand, your mother tried to "baby-trap" Tony but of course that didn't work. Though, by law— (and since your mother was unstable) you were under the custody of your father, Tony Stark. As the years pass.. he notices a lot about you.

You were the only (known) child of Tony Stark by far. Being only 2 weeks old when the mess happened, you didn't even have a name— You were only given one once your father, Tony Stark won the case. He chose a wonderful name for you.

You couldn't be more grateful. Sure, you were unplanned and it was a little bit messy but he loves you so much. He calls you his greatest creation. You didn't disappoint too. Of course the Stark's were known as geniuses. And you weren't excluded.. in fact, you progressed so much faster than any of your predecessors that scientists wanted to study you at the age of 7 months old. Of course, as your legal guardian and awesome father, Tony immediately turned down the offer.

At age 2, you could already properly read and write. With perfect grammar, you could write long informative text— even stories.

At age 4, you already were learning the fundamentals of mathematics. Addition, Subtraction, Multiplication, Division. And since your father didn't want you to go to public or private schools (too many risks.) he hired personal tutors for you. You already were progressing faster than anyone he ever saw before, and he was so proud.

At age 5, You already could understand the simpler inventions your father made. And it was better since he would explain it step-by-step to you. And this was your favourite time of the day, not only because you get to learn but also because you get to spend time with your dad.

At age 6— your IQ was just.. off the charts. You were devouring knowledge, information like it was your favourite food! And as the caring, loving father Tony is, he happily provided you the things you need (including his love and care.).

You were the youngest of many things. You were already marked as a genius at age 2. Not only did he find out you were a genius an interesting characteristic of yours is that you NEVER, ever forget. You even remembered everything that happened when you were 2 weeks old. You remember the exact date, location and time.. it was insane.

At age 7, you were already competing with competitors 5 times your age. And surprisingly, you won every competition you were in. But of course, you're humble. (Pepper teaches you to always be humble.)

You never ceased to stop learning. It was your hobby, it was fun for you. Everything you read was always imprinted in your mind instantly.

Tony is just.. the definition of proud whenever you do something. Whether it be winning a simple chess match, quiz bee.. trivia, whatever. In fact, he has two whole rooms dedicated to you. With your certificates, trophies, medals. He's just so proud.

As he says,

“ You're my pride and joy, kid. ”

That's currently my first ever try writing in Tumblr, I don't usually write much anymore but I used to be a writer in Wattpad and AO3 😅

I'm sorry for any grammar mistakes I did, please point it out so I can fix them! Much appreciated.

Thank you so much if you reached the end, good day to you<3

#tony stark #iron man #iron dad #tony stark x son!reader #proud parent #first post #tony stark x daughter!reader #no use of y/n #no pronouns #:)#<3 #Velvqtte🎀

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raineydays411 · 1 year

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My Fathers Daughter

Part 7

Hey guys, sorry this one was a little short. But next one is the dinner scene!! Also im going on a date right after I post this so wish me luck <3

As you walked the maze called a hallway you see pictures and portraits of the family.

Bruce and Christine's wedding,

Bruce, Christine and Dick,

Dick's school pictures

Dick, Christine and Bruce at Dicks graduation

Jason, your mother and Dick

Jason, your mother

Your mother

You look away.

It hurts to see Christine be a mother to everyone but you. Even after all these years. You used to pray that one day she would come back. That she'd apologize and you'd have your family back. Then she didn't come back, and Pepper came into your life. She showed you what it was like to have a mother. She didn't even need to she just did it. So then you just stopped. You stopped thinking about her. You stopped caring about her. Every memory you had, erased. Replaced with Pepper.

"Here we are Miss." Alfred interrupted your thoughts. You walk into the room, it really was beautiful. A spacious room with dark maroon walls, and a large window. There were bookshelves lining the walls and weird art sculptures on them. The whole room ws actually really depressing. Beautiful but depressing.

"Very gothic chic" You mutter, placing your things on the ground, " So is the theme of this house dark, gloomy, and angsty? Cause I can only imagine how depressing that is."

Alfred gives an amused smile, " I suppose it can be a bit grim here sometimes."

"Is there anyway I could spruce it up a bit? I'm more partial to earth tones." You say in a snotty voice, joking with the butler.

"I'll see what I can do Miss." Alfred says, already seeing how you're related to Tony Stark.

"You can call me Y/n" You mutter

"Y/n then," Alfred says while leaving," Shall I summon you when dinners ready? Your mother is rather excited for you to be joining us."

You cringe at him calling Christine your mother," Um, theres no way to skip dinner without looking like an asshole is there?"

"Unfortunatly not ma'am," Alfred sighs, " I know this change must be difficult, considering the circumstances and history."

"You're telling me" You scoff

"However" Alfred continues, " If you give it a chance, I feel that you will see our family means no ill will."

And with that, Alfred swiftly retreats. Leaving you alone with your thoughts until dinner was ready.

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Downstairs was a whole other situation.

As soon as you disappeared with Alfred, pandemonium broke out.

"Can you believe the utter gull! How dare she-"

"So is everything you've done with us reused or-"

"Don't worry mom she'll come around`

Christine sighs blocking out all the noise with her thoughts. She realizes that maybe she should go and talk to you. She just never seems to know what to say to you. If she's being honest, she never really thought she'd be in this situation. Of course she's thought about reaching out and reconnecting again, you were her baby. But Every time she was ready, something happened. It really was out of her control. She loved you from afar.

And now that you were here, she just had to try extra hard to break that wall you've built.

Confident in herself she raises a hand, signaling for her family to stop their bickering.

Seeing their mothers signal, the family silenced.

"Y/n is a part of our family now, all of you will treat her as you treat each other." "It seems, Ms. Stark is rather reluctant to accept us as her family Mother.", Damian says snidely.

"Damian, Y/n just isn't used to having a family around." Christine sighs, " Just like any of you weren't."

Jason snorted, " Ma, I hate to disagree with you here, but it seemed like she was pretty content with her life before us."

" Well of course she was, she doesn't know any better." Christine insists, " No matter, I need you all to at least try to include her, I'm sure she would love to have some brothers and sisters in this hard time. Right my love?"

Everyone turns to Bruce, who was standing in the doorway watching this whole thing go down.

"I suppose, although I'm sure she'd prefer to acclimate in her own time." Bruce says hesitantly, " As you said dear, this is a big change for her."

Christine seems dissatisfied with this answer but doesn't say anything other than, " Well, I'd better start dinner."

And walks off.

Leaving her family behind in confusion. Immediately, after making sure their mother was out of hearing range, Dick spoke up

"Okay, guy I know I'm not the only one who thinks that mom is going overboard with this whole family thing"

"Yeah, she's trying way too hard pushing this new sister thing in a way she's never before." Tim adds.

And he was right. Every time Bruce and Christine have adopted a new kid, they always gave them time to come to them. Gave them time to come to terms with the new changes and circumstances that have happened.

'hmph, it seems mother has decided that this girl is somehow worth more than all of us, doesn't it." Damian grunts, and before anyone could correct him, he turns on his heel and walks away.

Dick sighs, and starts to follow him. But before he leaves he says to the remaining siblings, " Mom is just trying to make up for her mistakes. Can we please try not to make this anymore difficult for her than it is?"

Jason scoffs, " Tell that to the demon spawn, not us"

And with that they start towards the dining room, anxious for the dinner ahead.

Little did they know that you were up in your room, nervous for the first dinner you've had alone with your mother and her family.

#batfam x batsis #bruce wayne x daughter!reader #bruce is a good parent #dick grayson x reader #oc character #avengers x teen!reader #tony stark x daughter!reader #crossover

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idk-bruh-20 · 1 year

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Irondad fic ideas #117

One day, May receives a threatening letter at work. It says, "Do you know who your nephew is?" and contains, crushed into the page, a dead spider.

Horrified, May calls Tony Stark. Plans are set in place immediately to move the Parkers into Stark Tower for protection while Tony tracks down the people who sent the threat.

Peter is at school during the chaos of getting May to the tower. He only learns what's happened when he's called out of class. When he gets to the office, it's Tony waiting there (with the very stunned school secretary) to pick him up. He has his nanotech housing unit on.

Tony explains once they're in the car. Peter freaks out until Tony promises that May is already safely at the tower with Happy and Pepper. Only then does Peter notice that Tony's hands are shaking too.

All of this was not what the villains wanted. Their plan had been to scare May into abandoning Peter. They didn't know that she already knew who he was, and they definitely didn't know that the Parkers were close to Tony Stark.

An abandoned and homeless Peter would have been much easier to kidnap. Now, they will have to step up their game.

#irondad fic ideas #irondad and spiderson #ironfam #can you tell I just want may and peter to move into the tower #give peter ALL the parental figures challenge #they become one tight-knit family and by the time the threat is neutralized nobody wants to leave #tony stark #peter parker #may parker #may can work for dr. cho #at first she doesn't want to but then pepper reminds her that working at her regular hospital could put staff and patients at risk #peter has so much new safety tech on him just to go to school it's insane #ned and mj get safety tech too #which ned ADORES and mj finds stalkerish but ultimately concedes when she sees how freaked out peter is #if anybody writes this and makes peter actually get kidnapped at some point you will have my whole heart forever btw #iron dad and spider son #fic idea #fic ideas #irondad fic idea #irondad #spiderson #iron dad #spider son #iron man #spider-man

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aindyghosh · 5 days

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Fix Me Up (IronDad fic)

Peter hated formalities.

No, that was too mild a word to describe his feelings on the topic. Peter despised formalities.

Detested them. Abhorred. Loathed. And any other synonym that Oxford had come up with to date that he’d be able to remember as soon as Peter’s mind returned to the right track.

As it was, Peter’s brain felt all jumbled and disoriented, as if he were in a daze, because the morning sniffles he’d dismissed as a reaction to the accumulated dust in his room were, in reality, a case of severe cold due to the weather fluctuations that New Yorkers were experiencing and thus, very much not insignificant.

The last time Peter had fallen ill was three years ago before a visit to OsCorp had juiced him up on a — what would probably be perceived as ‘freakish’ — spider-serum (well, it was more of a spider-bite than a full-fledged serum, but that was what he called it, anyway) that turned his vision into a ten out of ten, dialled his senses to an eleven, and for the initial few months, made him stick to pretty much every surface available. No, that wasn’t a double entendre of any kind. It had been a real issue, thank you very much, until he had hauled control of it into his own hands.

Now one might ask, how did his sickness tie into his hatred for formalities?

Well, it was like this: Peter was sick, all he wanted to do at the moment was go home, politely refuse Aunt May’s chicken broth that was more likely to send him to the ER than to make him feel any better, allow sleep to treat him like he was dead until he was ready to return to the land of the living, and the fever, with any luck, would subside by the time he woke up again.

He didn’t think these were, in any manner, unreasonable demands.

Yet, his school acted as though he’d broken into Nexus and stolen the nuclear codes that he could access on Mr Stark’s servers.

Not that he’d ever say that to anyone because it would be incriminating Mr Stark, even though he was around eighty-three per cent sure it was one of those open secrets that everybody knew but pretended they didn’t. Adults were so complicated.

Regardless, coming back to the point, Aunt May was unreachable over the phone, which Peter had already suspected would be the case because she had a very important meeting with some angel investors who had expressed interest in the latest venture that her NGO was trying to set up for victims of domestic abuse.

Peter had said that to both Mr Harrington and Principal Morita, and had practically begged to be permitted to leave because anybody with a functional pair of eyes could see that he wasn’t faking an illness for the fun of it (Principal Morita had blanched at the hundred-and-three-degree temperature the thermometer had displayed; apparently, the spider-serum had increased his body’s tolerance to the extent where he didn’t keel over while burning up, but still, it would’ve been nice to not fall sick at all).

They had denied his request, of course. Formalities. See why he despised them?

With Peter being miserable in the infirmary and Aunt May not answering her calls, the natural next step in the administrative process was to either call the second emergency contact tagged to his name or the hospital.

Peter had put his foot down when Mr Harrison had tried to make noise in favour of the latter choice. Whether it was his uncharacteristic blunt protest or the pitiful murmur he had exhaled for being too exhausted to attempt anything else, Principal Morita had, though begrudgingly, relented.

That had stripped them down to one option. The second emergency contact. And that was where the root of all his problems laid.

Even when he had been one of the sickliest children, Peter’s file had been empty of a secondary contact since Uncle Ben’s demise because, besides Aunt May, he hadn’t had any such person in his life. But two years ago, his Aunt May had applied to add one.

Tony S.

It had been Mr Stark’s idea after their initial application had been rejected because “there is no way Tony Stark is your emergency contact, Peter; such kind of pranks will not be tolerated!”

As insistent as Ms. Banks was on not being taken for a fool, she hadn’t batted an eyelid when Peter had submitted the revised application with the name tweaked from “Tony Stark” to “Tony S”. At the time, like in one of those really old movies, Mr Stark’s “People are gullible, Peter! They think they know and understand everything when they barely see a quarter of the full picture,” had echoed through his head like a voiceover.

But he was digressing. The point he was trying to make was that despite the fact his school hadn’t, and still didn’t, believe that he had an internship — which wasn’t even a lie — with Stark Industries, much less that Mr Stark would ever agree to be his secondary contact (if Peter was being honest, he too found it ridiculous and surreal sometimes that Mr Stark had been listed as one of his emergency contacts), he hadn’t imagined that Principal Morita and Mr Harrington would stammer say an outright “no” to the man’s very face.

Peter watched, perched on the uncomfortable bed that threatened to make a germaphobe out of him, as Mr Stark’s face underwent a long series of varied emotions until it began oscillating between intrigued amusement and concerned frustration.

“I am his secondary emergency contact,” Mr Stark stressed for the third time. “You saw the papers! They have May’s signature! Why, on God’s holy green earth—” ( Ooh, the fancy curses were coming out now. When Mr Stark started saying things like “God” and “holy”, the best course of action was to run.) “—would I want to compromise your records? Do I look like a kidnapper?” Principal Morita failed to reply within a satisfactory period because Mr Stark pinched the bridge of his nose for the fifth time in the past ten minutes. Someone was developing a new anxious tic. “Why would I want to kidnap a student, Principal Morita?”

“We don’t think you’re trying to kidnap him, per se,” Mr Harrison swiftly cut in, seeing as Principal Morita seemed more interested in mimicking a fish and flailing his hands like an octopus. “But surely, you must see why we’d be, um, sceptical about allowing Peter to go with you?”

“No, actually, I don’t.”

Mr Harrington waved his hands in vague gestures, not unlike Principal Morita but he resembled more of an orangutan. “You are Tony Stark.”

“I’m aware, but thanks for the reminder.” Mr Stark deadpanned, his flat features compensating for the raw vulnerability in his eyes as he kept shooting Peter worried glances. “Look, this argument is entirely pointless.” You tell ‘em, Mr Stark! “I have a sick child to take care of—” He wasn’t a child! He was an almost-adult! That was a thing! “—and he can do with some treatment that is not in this horrible room. Is this what you call an infirmary? You know what, it doesn’t matter! I will need Peter to come with me pronto.”

Principal Morita stood up taller as if something in Mr Stark’s speech had vindicated him. “That is what a kidnapper would say.”

“No, a mugger would say that while robbing somebody. Go on, accuse me of petty theft as well while you’re at it.”

Principal Morita stuttered something out, but whether that was in response to Mr Stark’s utterly unimpressed face or Mr Harrison elbowing him in the rib, Peter wasn’t sure.

The ongoing conversation gradually morphed into unintelligible white noise, overwhelming while being muffled at the same time, like being pulled out of the water after a long time under, the sound of waves rushing ringing in one’s ears and deafening them to their surroundings but unable to mitigate the imposing presence of the people around.

“M’st’r St’k?” After a short second, his brain-addled self wondered if he’d managed to get the words out in the world or if they had died a premature death on his tongue.

“Peter?”

Maybe he had. “I d’n’t f’el sss...g’d, M-St’k—”

💖

Peter blinked. And frowned when his view refused to stop swaying between pitch black and black with spots of red and green in it.

It was another moment before he realised his eyes were still closed.

Oops.

When his eyes fluttered open, it wasn’t to Midtown High’s infirmary that left much to be desired, but to a clean white ceiling with a familiar huge and fancy circle of light decorating the middle which his brain placed right away.

The Avengers Compound’s MedBay.

He had a love-hate relationship with this corner of the compound, in that his body loved to end up here, at least, once a week while he had to actively hold himself back from cursing like a pirate anytime someone so much as mentioned the wing.

“FRIDAY?” He asked in a tone that even his brain thought suited an eighty-year-old, weary of the world, than a teenage kid with superpowers. No, not superpowers. That made him sound narcissistic and ostentatious. Spidey-powers. There, much better. “How long was I out this time?”

“You missed both lunch and dinner, if that answers your question,” came the reply from the person who was very much not FRIDAY.

“Mr Stark!” He attempted to sit up to no avail, Mr Stark’s firm grip on his shoulders gently pushing him back on the bed. Peter might have been stronger but Mr Stark was much more stubborn and a lot less prone to listening.

“How’re you feeling, kid?”

“Fine, actually, y’know, given everything.” He was no longer burning up, his skin didn’t crawl, the pounding in his head had subsided, and nothing felt jammed up his nose. All in all, he felt much more in control of himself. At least, the spider-serum worked fast.

“Good, because I need to yell at you and I’d prefer to do that while you’re not being miserable in your own body.”

“Oh, come on, Mr Stark! I didn’t even do anything this time!”

“Yeah?” The man’s eyes narrowed at him in that manner where, historically, it meant he had yet to decide whether to be angry with him or let himself show his amusement at his antics. Usually, the latter won out after a few minutes of forced yelling which was more to help keep up his façade of a responsible adult than anything else. Here’s to hoping! “Then was it your clone who assured your Aunt May in the morning that you were okay and, in fact, healthy enough to attend school?”

Had Peter been sitting, he would have bowed his head or looked away. Since he was currently laid out helpless on the bed as Mr Stark hovered over him like a concerned parent mentor, bowing his head wasn't on the table and looking away could be considered impolite. Mr Stark didn’t take kindly to rudeness and Peter was in no mood to be tickled.

“Sorry, Mr Stark.” Apologising? Now that came much more naturally to him. Mr Stark said it was a problem. Peter wasn’t so sure.

“What are you sorry for?”

That sounded like a trick question. Peter eyed the other man with carefully concealed suspicion. “For falling sick?”

Mr Stark sighed in that exasperated way that was typically followed up with something either deeply profound or extremely heartfelt, and in both cases, Peter would be left speechless and a tiny smidge teary-eyed.

“Don’t be sorry for falling sick, Peter! How would you feel if I apologised for getting hurt on a mission?”

Peter shrugged. “Good, actually, because then it would mean you’ll try not to throw yourself in the active line of gunfire when the next fight comes along.” After a moment, he added, “And maybe a tiny bit worried if you said the word ‘sorry’.”

“Pot, kettle, Underoos.” Mr Stark rolled his eyes. “And stop distracting me from the real issue here.”

“There’s no real issue, Mr Stark—”

“You should have told May that you had a fever, Pete.” He didn’t have a fever in the morning! “She was so scared when she saw the missed calls. She almost hitched a ride with Karen.”

“She hates Karen.” Peter’s mumble was barely audible, but somehow Mr Stark heard it.

“I know. I talked her down from blowing her dinner invitation with the investors. She’ll be here in another—” He spared a glance at his expensive wristwatch. “—fifteen minutes or so.”

“Thanks, Mr Stark! I didn’t mean to cause any problems—”

“You didn’t,” Mr Stark said, his voice soft. “We just worry, Pete. You’d know when you reach our age and have to look after a hyperenergetic kid who can’t seem to keep out of trouble.”

“That’s right, Peter!” FRIDAY chimed in. “Boss nearly went into a panic attack at the thought of you being hurt.”

Mr Stark immediately hushed his AI, but FRIDAY made even her silence seem...smug.

“I didn’t.” Mr Stark was convincing nobody. He was such a mother-hen.

Peter shook his head with a small smile. “This won’t happen again, Mr Stark, I promise.”

“Yes. Please remember, we’re all here for you, okay?” The man squeezed his hand. His touch was warm and assuring, and it grounded Peter.

“I didn’t expect a few sneezes to turn into a fever. I’d thought the serum had taken care of that.”

“Me too. I have talked with Bruce. If you are fine with him taking a couple of samples, he’s agreed to look into it.”

“Sure.” A year ago, he’d have been uncomfortable at the prospect of Doctor Bruce Banner wasting his precious time on something as insignificant as Peter’s blood tests. But Mr Stark had beaten the so-called “self-deprecation” out with his snarky retorts and sassy eye-rolls, and Doctor Banner had, after returning from “the garbage planet” (not his words), become something of a second mentor to him.

Also, this was for science. Doctor Banner was always interested in analysing the dos and don’ts and powers and the side effects of the spider-serum.

“Boss, Forehead of Security is pulling up into the driveway with Mrs Parker as we speak.”

“Oh, goody! She can take over the yelling now. FRI, order some pizza!”

“On it!”

“Mr Stark!” Peter called for the man with a tone of voice that, to unsuspecting people, might have sounded whiny, but really, it wasn’t. “Save me!”

“Nope! You deserve it!”

“I promise I won’t do it again!”

“FRI, remind the young lad of the last time he’d said the same thing, please.”

“Three weeks ago, on the twenty-ninth of March, at 8:14 in the evening, Peter Parker had promised not to hide anything from Tony Stark and May Parker ever again post a two-hour surgery for failing to alert anybody after getting shot while stopping a bank robbery.”

Peter resisted the urge to pout. “FRIDAY! You didn’t have to recount in such detail.”

“I am not programmed to recite half-information, Peter.” She was trolling him. He could feel it in his bones.

“Hah!” Mr Stark crowed. “I am so proud of you, baby girl.”

“Boss, I have done some research and I have arrived at a conclusion.”

Peter’s heart hammered at the declaration. What now?

“Oh? Let’s hear it, then!”

“I have looked into various published papers on human behaviour and the possible environmental factors that may have an impact on it, and I have deduced that Peter Parker’s tendency to hide his injuries and downplay his struggles are identical to your documented traits.”

It took a visible minute for Mr Stark to realise what transpired, and when he did, he let out an outraged screech that would have put a whole colony of bats to shame.

Peter sucked in his cheeks.

“Are you implying I’m a bad influence on the kid, FRIDAY?”

“No, I’m saying that you and Peter are in the same boat, and both of you panic when the other gets hurt yet none of you do anything to set an example for the other, and since you, Boss, can be argued to be the adult in this relationship—” She bravely ignored Mr Stark’s squeak of protest, and pressed on, “the responsibility of not being a hypocrite, unfortunately, falls on you.” FRIDAY finished with a flourish. Peter could hear the flourish.

A beat of silence.

“That’s it! I’m donating you to City College. How dare you insinuate that I’m a responsible adult. I hate being responsible!”

And that was the point where Peter absolutely and hilariously lost it.

He was soon joined by Mr Stark, who was more giggling than guffawing like Peter. When the titters and the chortles were on the verge of subsiding, FRIDAY played an audio recording of a woman cackling as a representation of her own emotions, and the riot powered up again.

That was, of course, until the door to his room — yes, he had been in the MedBay a sufficient number of times for Mr Stark to designate a room specially for him — was pushed open and a harried May rushed in only to be greeted by the sight of Peter and Tony all but rolling over the floor laughing.

Peter’s ears rang with her screaming for days after that.

#peter parker #tony stark #protective tony stark #sick peter parker #irondad and spiderson #attempted humour #cross-posted on ao3 #sassy FRIDAY #tony stark acting as peter parker's parental figure #tony stark is good with kids

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archangelofzion · 1 month

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Ok but just imagine Brutasha as parents! it would be so amazing because while they're both badass, Nat is usually high level badass while Bruce can be that anxious cupcake just trying his best.

Both of them are sooo sweet, but I imagine they'd both be pushovers for their little kid, maybe even it actually having to be Bruce who lays down the law while Nat just watches fondly as their son or daughter (or both) wreak havoc.

Tony and Yelena would also be the total cool uncle/aunt, the ones Brutasha child always wants to be around.

#brutasha #I HAVE SO MANY HEADCANONS #I LOVE THESE TWO SO MUCH #just wait till I head canon for Starmora parenting #bruce banner #natasha romanoff #Tony stark #yelena belova #marvel #avengers #hulk #mcu #black widow #white widow #nat x bruce #Natasha x bruce #bruce x natasha

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transexualpirate · 3 months

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steve, after clint did something stupid: i cant believe this

tony: you know what i see right now? an idiot

clint: that's funny, from where im standing i can see two

#source: didi #lol #anyways stony grumpy parents rights #clint barton #tony stark #steve rogers #avengers #avengers assemble #this is about the cartoon btw do not derail #mine #not to be taken seriously #marvel posting

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furitbat · 2 years

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there is just something so satisfying about these big strong superheros finding a child with angst problems and then by canon choice or fandom force becoming a paternal/family figure for said child and then that superhero is willing to go to war at a PTA meeting for their brooding child

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shackleton2 · 8 months

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I'm working on this fic where I'm trying to write an emotionally dark take on post-Winter-Soldier recovery, where Steve & Co capture Soldier-Bucky right after the events of Insight, when he's still almost entirely in the grips of Hydra's programming.

I loved this Sebastian Stan quote someone shared on here: “That’s why he doesn’t kill him. That’s why he saves him. That end scene to me was always like: ‘I don’t know what this is, I just know I’m supposed to do this right now. Whatever this is, I’m supposed to protect this for some reason.” I love the heartbreaking urge to protect Steve being impossible to erase or repress despite everything, but what stands out for me is also that this confirms what his expression and act of walking away seem to say on the riverbank: he has no idea what the hell is going on. His brain didn't go "OMG STEVE" and switch him back over to Bucky Barnes in that incredible final moment on the helicarrier—the wall of programming just got its first tiny crack.

It drives me crazy that the Soldier walks away after saving Steve—he wants to know why he saved him, how he knows him, obviously, but he walks away from the simplest way to find those answers-STAY WITH STEVE, drink hot chocolate under blankets with steve!! It also drives my fangirl heart crazy what a stubborn resilient competent independent SOB post-WS Bucky is. He doesn’t trust anyone and he doesn’t want anyone to own him ever again.

He’s got conflicting lines of thought that lead to the same conclusion: He’s programmed to kill Steve, those are his final standing orders, and obeying orders is all he knows. If he wants to keep Steve safe on some level, he knows that won’t be with him, because of those orders, because Hydra owns him. On the other hand, if he’s realized that Hydra is his enemy, he also knows that SHIELD is Hydra, and Cap is affiliated with SHIELD, and thus can’t be trusted to keep Hydra away from him. And/or he disobeyed orders and abandoned his mission, and he doesn’t know why, but he does know the consequences for doing that, and thus has a lot of resentment for the guy that made him do so.

To be clear, I love the Bucky Barnes character and I think any narrative that casts him as a reformed villain who needs to make up for his past actions is bullshit. He is a victim, not only of what was done to him, but also what he was forced with zero agency to do. Having said that, I’m also totally riveted by the Winter Soldier as a bad guy, a threat, a killer. In the MCU movies he goes off after the Insight debacle and somehow deprograms himself all alone, and the next time we see him in Civil War he’s got his sense of himself as Bucky pretty much back—he’s in control of his actions, he knows his and Steve’s history, and he doesn’t want to hurt people. I’m stuck on what else the story could have been instead of the hand-wave transition from brainwashed murderer to Steve Rogers’ loyal friend. The only traumatic encounters with the Soldier Steve experiences are those in the movie where he’s actively trying to kill him, which that’s definitely bad enough for poor Steve—but what about traumatic emotional encounters? What about Steve Rogers trying to talk and reach his friend, but the person he’s talking to is the Soldier immediately post-Insight, still mentally in Hydra’s possession much more than his own?

Anyway one day this little scene came to me and I'm building this WIP, including these notes, around it. Successfully? Who knows, not me.

He regarded Steve through the glass with a hint of curiosity. His voice was soft and quiet. “Why do you come?”

Steve leaned forward and tried to meet those icy eyes. He couldn’t help it. “You’re my friend. You might not remember me, but I will always be your friend.”

The Soldier tilted his head, still questioning. “That’s why you come here?” Every day, Steve thought he heard unspoken; he wasn’t sure whether Bucky registered his presence at all some days, but maybe every instance was recorded in his mind. Maybe not. What happened to a supersoldier brain when it incurred severe sustained deliberate damage was a riddle they were just beginning to examine.

Steve was determined to be steadfast, but there was little he could do to calm the intensity of what he felt. He wanted Bucky to ask these things, because he wanted him to know these things, and he would tell him again and again forever in the hope he would one day believe him and then remember himself.

“I’m here because I want to know how you’re doing. I want you to know I’m here. I’ll come every day unless you tell me honestly you don’t want me to.”

Still the cocked head, the mystified expression. “You come because…he was your friend.”

He leaned in an inch more and found his forehead touching the glass. “You’re my friend. You are Bucky Barnes. You were born in 1917 and we grew up together. You are a good man. What happened to you…was wrong, and I will do everything I can to make it better, for the rest of my life. That’s a promise.”

The cocked head straightened and it looked like some kind of comprehension dawned. He was looking at Steve in a way he couldn’t remember Bucky ever looking before, and after wondering for a few moments Steve realized it was pity on his face.

“You think he’s here.” The look of pity intensified. “You think you...can talk. To him.”

Steve swallowed. “I…I know he is. I don’t know how to convince you it’s true, but I swear it. We played together as kids and then we grew up and lived together and then the war came and we fought together. And now we’re here. I know you don’t remember, Bucky, but there’s no way I’m giving up on you, even if you never do. I know you. I’ve known you as long as I can remember.”

On the other side of the glass Bucky’s expression had settled into the blank resignation the Soldier often wore. He licked his lips, an oddly human gesture that hurt Steve’s heart, and then said, with what might have been an attempt at gentleness, “Your friend. Is gone.”

Steve took a moment, felt his forehead press a little harder on the glass. “If he’s gone, who am I talking to?”

“What,” the Soldier corrected, and then answered, “Hydra.”

He was going to need a lot of punching bags later. “Emotions don’t help,” Natasha had told him, brisk and flint-hard the way she was when she was being kind. “Men think they understand this, but they don’t. Understand it.”

Steve was beginning to understand. He didn’t howl or pound on the glass or leave to find a fight. Instead he swallowed again and asked with a calm that shocked him, “So you…believe in Hydra? In what they do?”

“The Soldier is the fist of Hydra. Weapons don’t believe. They do not need to. The Winter Soldier. Is. Hydra.”

That was the most the Soldier had spoken in one go.

#fanfic ramblings #cookin in my stewpot #post-winter soldier fanfic #steve rogers and bucky barnes #captain america and the winter soldier #struggling with how much i should make him be mean to steve lol #and for how long #and I have a little brainworm that Tony finds out about his parents a different way while the WS is in custody in stark tower #and him and steve fighting causes the soldier to break out to protect steve #🤷🤷🤷#what happens next?? eww i have to write it to find out???

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