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Just a Friend

Summary: college au. Everyone is always teasing Peter and Tony, saying they should date and they’re secretly in love with each other. And Tony and Peter play into it, riling their friends up. It’s all jokes, right?

Warnings: pot smoking, angst, pining, unrequited love (or is it???)

Tony laughs, passing the blunt to Natasha. “Shut up,” he says playfully.

Nat grins, taking a drag from Tony’s blunt. “I’m just saying, Tones. If you aren’t actually in love with him, what’s the harm?”

Tony shakes his head fondly, before looking at Peter. “You take it, Parker. You’re sober.”

Peter makes a face, but sighs. “Fine, send me the link. We’ll prove once and for all that I’m not in love with Tony!”

Of course, Peter is pretty sure this test will out him. He’s definitely in love with Tony. But Tony is straight, and even if he wasn’t, he can’t go after Peter. Tony is supposed to date people who are powerful (or, more accurately, who’s parents are powerful) and super-model gorgeous and rich. Peter isn’t any of those things, so the best Tony could give him, without getting cut out of the will, is sex.

And while Peter definitely wants to fuck Tony, that isn’t all he wants.

Peter’s phone dings, and Natasha puts her phone down to take another hit. Peter opens it,

Are you in love with your best friend? This is a relatively simple quiz to determine if you have feelings for your best friend.

Peter sighs, scrolling a bit to find the first question. “Do you ever find yourself staring at your BFF?” Peter scoffs, already rolling his eyes. “Obviously. He talks all the time, and I look at people when they talk.”

Natasha snorts and passes the blunt to Clint, and Tony makes an offended sound. “Hey! Not all the time…only when I have something important to say.”

“You went on a 20 minute rant about how it’s better to be too cold than to be too hot like, yesterday.” Bruce says, stretching out.

“That’s important!” Tony says, scandalized. “Whatever…”

Peter giggles and shakes his head, clicking the “often” choice. “Is your best friend the first person you contact when something happens?”

Thor sighs and takes a sip of his beer. “These questions are stupid. What’s a best friend for, if not to share everything with?”

Bruce raises his red solo cup in agreement, before looking back at Nat. “You chose a bad quiz, Tasha.

Nat rolls her eyes. “It was the first one to pop up. Keep going Parker, I wanna see where it goes.”

Peter sighs and clicks ‘almost always,’ eyes widening at the next question. “Is it a priority to make them happy?”

“Better be!” Tony yells, stealing the blunt back. He always says he’s allowed to hog it, since he paid for it. Bucky always grumpily argues ‘you mean daddy paid for it…’ “I mean, it’s my priority to make you happy, so you better wanna reciprocate.”

Natasha shoots Clint a knowing smirk, leaning more into him and kissing his neck.

“Okay, but listen to these choices: 1) Yes, their happiness is my happiness. 2) it’s nice if I’m able to. 3) it isn’t a priority, necessarily, but I try my best. 4) Our dynamic doesn’t really work that way.”

Steve hums, staring at Bucky with narrowed eyes, as if he’s trying to see better. “Yeah, I think it’s normal to say their happiness is your happiness. If it isn’t, that’s a bad friend.”

Peter smirks behind his phone. Everyone knows Steve is in love with Bucky except for Steve. “Okay, I guess I’ll put that. This quiz is weird… Okay, next question. Do you feel jealous when your BFF dates or spends a lot of time with others? (Do you want all/most of their attention?)”

Bruce hums at this one. “That’s a good question.”

Tony takes another hit, seemingly lost in thought. He passes it to Thor, who is doing the same, and Bucky is staring at Sam for some reason.

“I guess…a little? I mean he’s my favorite person, I get sad when he isn’t there for me when I wanna talk. I’d that weird?” He clicks the ‘yes, I want to spend as much time with them as possible’ option.

“It’s a little weird,” Tony says, taking a bottle of beer from the fridge. “I mean, I don’t get jealous when you go on dates.”

“He doesn’t go on dates,” Sam says with a smirk, wiggling his eyebrows at Peter. “I’ll bet he’s still a Virgin.”

Peter rolls his eyes. “I wish I was, my first time was awful.” He laughs, trying to move the topic away from that. “Anyway…do you try to look nice when you see them?”

“No,” Natasha answers, quirking a brow. “I’ve never seen you not look like shit.”

“Gee, thanks,” Peter says dryly, trying to smooth his hair down subconsciously. He’s always thought he wasn’t great looking, but he always looks like shit?

“Shut up Tasha, you look like if a fish and a bird had a white baby,” Sam says, looking disgruntled. He leans into Bucky and whispers something that sounds suspicious close to “we’re the only ones allowed to bully him.”

Natasha looks only mildly insulted, and opens her mouth to say something likely just as vicious, when Tony plops back down on the couch next to her. “What did I miss?”

“Nothing,” Peter mumbles, clicking ‘it depends on the situation’. He definitely tries to make himself look better when it’s going to be just him and Tony. He anxiously pushes some hair behind his ear again, hiding his face a bit more behind his phone. Great, now he’s thinking about all his flaws. Perfect. “Do you ever feel nervous around them, or get butterflies?”

Sam looks at Bucky with a soft smile, and Peter is probably the only one that noticed. Steve is too busy looking at Bucky too, Nat and Clint are looking at each other, Bruce is staring at his cup, Thor is bored and on his phone, and Tony is looking at Peter. So.

“I don’t understand this question,” he mumbles, cheeks heating up slightly.

“You definitely do, because you’re in love.” Natasha sings, grabbing the blunt from Thor.

Bucky laughs softly, and Peter looks at him. “I’d say probably. You act different when he’s around than when he isn’t. I dunno what else you’d call that.”

Peter shrugs and outs ‘maybe/unsure’, and moves on. “Do you have…dreams about them?” Peter’s face is definitely red now, as he suddenly remembers his dream from last night.

It had been a tame dream, all things considered. He had been in his dorm room, talking to his professor for some reason, and taking notes. And suddenly his professor was gone, and Tony was there. And instead of notes, he and Tony had a pizza box in their laps. Tony had put the box on the table, where it magically disappeared from for the rest of the dream, and…and then things happened that makes Peter’s ears turn red just thinking about.

“Who doesn’t dream about their best friend?” Bruce asks, looking over at Thor with a laugh. “I had a dream last night where you were actually Thor. Like the real god of thunder from mythology. You wore tights. It was awesome.” He takes the blunt and has a drag.

Thor makes a disgruntled noise, looking appalled at the thought of dressing like his namesake. “I had a dream about Tasha last night. Can’t remember what it was about though, it was one of those random dreams where the plot makes no sense.”

Peter shrugs and puts yes, feeling better that it’s a shared experience.

“What about you Tony, do you dream of Itsy bitsy?” Sam takes a swig of his beer and passes the blunt from Bruce’s hand to Buck’s. He doesn’t smoke.

“Who are you calling itsy,” Peter blushes, not putting any effort into the argument. No one here has seen his dick, it doesn’t matter.

Tony shrugs, grabbing a handful of chips. “Don’t remember my dreams.”

“Have you ever thought about what it would be like to kiss them,” Peter reads, and works carefully to keep his face neutral.

“Okay but to be fair, who hasn’t thought of kissing THE Tony Stark?” Steve asks, shooting Tony a sly grin and taking the blunt from Bucky.

“That’s gay,” Bucky laughs, wiggling his eyebrows. Everyone starts to laugh at that, especially once Steve makes a face back.

Nobody notices Tony staring at Peter, not laughing, waiting for an answer.

Peter giggles as well, silently pushing ‘several times’. More like all the time… “Okay, next question. Do people mistake you for a couple?”

“More like wish for it!” Natasha snickers, holding her hand out for the blunt. “You have to put yes for that one.”

“Okay, I’m putting ‘yes, but not because of how we act together’.” Peter ignores the boos with a grin, and takes a sip of his coke. “How often do you communicate?”

“Why’d they make it sound so formal? Parker, you emailed Stark lately?” Sam says sarcastically, sipping on his beer.

Laughing softly, Peter grins at Tony. “I dunno Tony, do we communicate? Or do you talk at me while I nod and pretend to be listening.”

Thor and Clint start a chorus of ohhhhhh!s, while the rest snicker. Tony gasps in fake offense, palm clutching his chest. “Why I never-“ he cuts himself off and steals the blunt back, taking an extra long drag.

Peter giggles and selects ‘I wish we could talk more than we do’. “I put ‘multiple times a day,’” he mumbles, smiling over his phone. He loves listening to his friends laugh. “How often do they cross your mind?” He reads.

It’s at that moment Wanda walks through the front door, leading Vis behind her by the hand. He’s covered in hickeys, his hair is an absolute mess, and he has a dumbstruck smile on his face. Wanda, on the other hand, looks completely composed. Not a hair is out of place, and her leather jacket is as wrinkle-free as ever. “Think about who?”

“How often does Peter think about Tony?” Steve fills her in, and scoots closer to Bucky so Wanda can sit next to him. Vis takes the seat instead, and Wanda makes herself comfortable in his lap.

“Oh, all the time!” She says, shooting him a naughty grin. “I can read his mind.”

Peter gasps and blushes, ignoring everyone else laughing. If only she could read my mind… “more like you can read my private snap,” he teases back. He talks to her the most apart from Tony, surprisingly. He thinks it’s just because she seems to be glued to her phone, and responds within seconds. Always. It’s kind of creepy, actually.

Wanda sticks her tongue out at him, and everyone laughs at her. No one notices Tony staring at Peter, wondering what the boy sends Wanda in their private snaps.

Peter puts ‘several times a day’, wishing there was a more intense answer. “Would you drop plans to hang out with them?”

Sam snorts at this, his arm resting around Bucky’s shoulders. Peter notices that Bucky leans into it, and that Steve seems to be mildly upset by this development. “That would require you to have plans in the first place, loser.”

Peter laughs at that, smile wide on his face. “Hey! I have plans…once a month…or year…” he relishes in the fit of giggles it sends everyone into, and helps pass the blunt to Wanda. “Whatever. I probably would. Not that you would do the same, asshole.”

“Hey!” Tony pipes up, his own smile gracing his face. “I stand you up one time to get laid, and you never let me live it down.”

Everyone else laughs, remembering vividly how Peter had complained the next day. But Peter’s smile disappears. Tony had promised to take Peter to dinner, just the two of them. It had sounded so much like a date, that he had actually put on nice clothes and cologne. But Tony texted him back—Peter had asked ‘where are you? I’m here’ two hours previously—that he forgot and bedded a red-head named Pepper (which wasn’t even her name, he found out later. Her name is Virginia Potts. No, he didn’t stalk her) and forgot to tell Peter about it.

Needless to say, it stung.

Peter selects ‘yes, almost every time.’ And moves on. “How much do you trust them?”

“That’s broad,” Bruce comments, finally looking up from his beer. “What are the choices?”

“1) We don’t talk about anything too deep, usually. 2) They know most of my secrets, but not all. 3) I tell them everything. 4) I’ve told them some personal things before.” Peter narrows his eyes. “What kind of best friend doesn’t talk about deep shit?”

“Well obviously you tell Tony everything,” Wanda pipes in, letting Vis take a puff before passing it to Bruce.

“Nuh uh,” Peter says, grinning mischievously. “You don’t know all my secrets.”

“What secrets are you hiding from me, underoos?” Tony asks, looking genuinely curious.

Peter groans at the name. He catches me before I’m dressed one time…But Steve sighs dramatically, and then blushes when everyone looks at him. “S-sorry…”

“No, share with the class,” Clint urges, pulling Nat into his lap.

Steve blushes again, and then mumbles, “It’s nothing. I was just thinking about how I was also surprised when I realized I didn’t know all my best friends’ secrets.”

After an extremely awkward second, Peter laughs nervously. “My secret is that I’m bat man!”

Everyone dissolves into laughter, thankful for the lighthearted change of pace. Steve takes the blunt from Bruce and takes a long drag, before standing and handing it to Nat. “I’m gonna grab another beer. Anyone want anything?”

Bucky stares at Steve, a confused wrinkle between his brows. But no one pipes up, so he goes to the fridge and Bucky returns his attention to Peter. “What’s the next question?”

Peter clicks ‘most of my secrets’ and hums as the next question loads. “Do you think your BFF is in love with you?” Peter scoffs again, shaking his head. “Obviously not.”

Natasha boos him. “He is! Put yes!”

“No he isn’t,” Peter giggles, but it hurts to say it out loud.

Thor shakes his head fondly. “He is, Parker. Isn’t that right?” Mumbles of agreement come from almost everyone. Everyone but Tony, Peter sadly notices.

Peter ignores them and puts ‘I don’t think so,’ and hisses as he sees the last question. “Do you think you’re in love with them?” He whispers.

“What was that?” Natasha asks, stretching lazily.

“The last question,” he mumbles. “It just asks what I think.”

“Put yeah,” Bruce teases, leaning back. He’s always sleepy when he’s doped up.

“Agreed,” Sam says, stealing Bucky’s cup of beer and taking a swig, since his is empty.

“Hey,” Bucky grumbles, but doesn’t make any move to stop the other man.

“If I put yes, it’ll just say I am. I’m going to put I honestly don’t know, and see what the test gives me naturally.”

“Good point,” Wanda says, turning and kissing Vis on the cheek before getting up. Steve retakes his seat next to Bucky, and grumbles something like ‘I asked if you needed anything…’

Peter clicks it, and gasps when the results load.

“Gimme!” Nat yells, snatching the phone before Peter can close it. She yells triumphantly, showing off the screen. “I knew it!”

The rest of the group cheers, and Bruce even manages a sleepy smile and a couple claps.

Peter’s face goes red, and he takes his phone back. He takes another sip of his cup, and listens to the jokes and laughter that fill the room. “Biggest waste of five minutes ever,” he grumbles, which causes Natasha to devolve into a fit of cackles so evil, she might be a witch.

Tony isn’t laughing with everyone else, though. No one notices Tony staring at Peter, a dark look in his eyes.

“Whatever, we’re just best friends! I bet anyone here could take the test about anyone else in this room, and they’d get the same thing.” Peter rolls his eyes and closes his phone, running a hand through his hair. “Whatever. Let’s watch a movie. Bruce looks ready to pass out.”

Steve nods and stands to grab the remote, sitting back down beside Peter this time. Peter leans on him, feeling a bit tired himself, and watches the older boy scroll.

Tomorrow Tony will probably find a new chick to take to bed, and Peter will still be sad. They will still be just friends, and Peter will still want to be more.

Little does he know, tomorrow is not going yo be a normal day at all.

#starker #winterfalcon #other background ships #unrequited love #drabble #my writing #fanfic #tw: drinking #tw: drugs

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Couldntbedamned's Master List

This is my Master List of fics I’ve written. I’m linking them to my AO3 account.

Please be sure to carefully read all the tags and warnings posted for a fic – YOU are responsible for the content you choose you consume.

Updated 02 December 2023

Reader Fics

Right Now, Take Me Down (I Let You In) Tony Stark/Female Reader – Mature, Complete

Tony snoops through your phone and discovers some uh, fantasies and desires you’ve been keeping hidden. He takes it upon himself to make those fantasies and desires a reality, thanks to his amazing nanotechnology and trusted AI. (A/B/O Roleplay)

Til the Veins Start to Shiver Bruce Banner/Female Reader – Mature, Complete

You decide to tease Bruce with some provocative photos while he's working. Bruce decides to tease you right back, and then some. (Light Dom/Sub)

A Little Evening Break Stephen Strange/Female Reader – Mature, Complete

The Reader isn’t quick to comply with Stephen’s instructions and he gives her a hard time.

There’s Only Butterflies (Take Me Away) Stephen Strange/Reader, Strange Supreme/Reader, Defender Strange/Reader, Supreme Strange/Reader, Sinister Strange/Reader – Mature, Complete

It’s a pocket-dimension full of sunshine, with love that’s all theirs.

A Sweet Escape (To Better Days) Stephen Strange/Reader, Strange Supreme/Reader, Defender Strange/Reader, Supreme Strange/Reader, Sinister Strange/Reader – Mature, Complete

While it at first it weighed heavily on her, the knowledge that five of the most powerful beings in the multiverse were with her instead of protecting all of reality, she couldn’t deny the thrill that also came with that. The universe truly revolved around her. Her loves revolved around her and everything she was, she had, she did was for them in return.

Sometimes It Hurts Instead

Stephen/Reader (unrequited), Stephen/Clea, Reader/Reader's Husband - Teen, Complete

You see that the man you'd once had feelings for has moved on. You're not sure how to feel.

Waiting for the sun to be rising

Stephen/Chronically Ill!Reader - Mature, Complete

After a wild romp, you relax with Stephen and contemplate your relationship, reassuring him that regardless of what he does (or doesn’t) say you know exactly how he feels about you.

With a little peace and some harmony

Stephen/Chronically Ill!Reader - Teen, Complete

You’re sick and thanks to a weakened immune system, having a hard time resting and fighting it off. It’s absolutely miserable but lucky for you, Stephen is more than willing to step into the role of caretaker and help you feel better.

Starker Fics (Tony Stark/Peter Parker)

Please note that Peter is an adult in all of these.

This is What You Came For Mature, Complete

Mr. Stark has had enough of what he considers to be Peter's not-so-subtle hints that he wants to get f*cked. He decides to teach Peter a lesson.

An Absolutely Peerless Cure Dark!Tony – Mature, Complete

When Peter gets the hiccups while on patrol, Tony takes it upon himself to help rid him of the pesky problem. Sure, that Wikipedia article could be absolute horseshit, and sure, Dr. Strange had been tipsy when he agreed with it, but it's a risk Tony's willing to take in his quest to draw Peter closer to him.

…And Many More Mature, Complete

Tony has a surprise for Peter's birthday, putting a true Tony Stark spin on a long-standing wish that Peter's had. Because whether he's giving or receiving, Tony is always in charge. Not that Peter's complaining.

(Just to See How It Feels) Mature, Complete

It's late. Peter's tired and wants to sleep because he has a big exam in the morning. Tony's horny. So maybe he can convince Peter to let him put in just the tip. (It's never just the tip.)

Getting the Best Mature, Complete

Peter Benjamin Parker is a genius. A once-in-a-lifetime type of genius.

And the little prick has the nerve to be undecided, even with the promise of a full-ride to MIT.

Even Saints Into Savages Mature, Complete

The mission was supposed to be a cake walk. Get in, get the stupid mystic alien amulet, get home. So, they figured it was safe enough to bring Peter along. Only Rocket assumes something, and that assumption leads to an awkward situation for everyone involved. Tony'll do whatever it takes to save Peter. If only he didn't know that he'd enjoy it so damn much. (Aliens Made Them Do It)

Back to Where You’ve Never Been Mature, Work in Progress

In an alternate reality, Peter Parker is living out his dream of being Spider-Man and working as an intern for Stark Industries (and the Avengers!) under his hero, Tony Stark, before heading off to college. For the most part, it's incredible. Okay, the Avengers treat him like he's still a child, and Mr. Stark's not exactly the friendliest mentor. But still, it's good.

Except that recently, Mr. Stark's been in the worst mood and Peter finds himself the unwitting focus of the man's ire. He tries to keep his spirits up and tell himself that it's not personal, that anyone in the lab would be a target, but when Mr. Stark kicks him out, Peter knows he's done.

Then he finds himself falling for what feels like an eternity before returning to New York. Only it's not his New York City and the Iron Man he ends up fighting alongside is definitely not his Iron Man. Anthony Stark is kind of perfect. The Other Avengers are kind of perfect. Everyone here seems to love him. And when he and Anthony are tapped by Dr. Strange to help seal the rift between realities, Peter finds himself wondering if he was supposed to be in the reality with Anthony all along. (AU of an AU)

Updated with Chapter 13 on 11 June 2023

SpiderStrange Fics (Peter Parker/Stephen Strange)

Please note that Peter is an adult in all of these.

One in Fourteen Million, Six Hundred and Five Dark-ish!Stephen – Mature, Complete

Stephen doesn't have time to admire Peter as much as he'd like, given that they're trying to stop total Armageddon. This is the fate of the universe at stake; his attraction doesn't really have a place here. But even still...

("Oh, we're using our made-up names? Ok, I'm Spider-Man.")

Something about this stupidly brave and chatty guy intrigues him.

Now That I’ve Found You (I Won’t Let You Go) Dark!Stephen – Mature, Complete

All Stephen wants is for Peter Parker to be happy and safe... with him. When Peter rejects Stephen? Stephen doesn't take it very well. He'll just have to ensure that Peter realizes that Stephen is his future.

Only Of What’s Mine Mature, Complete

Peter wasn't expecting to find an Alpha so soon after turning 18. After all, many Omegas don't bond with an Alpha at all until they're in their mid-20s at least. But after everything on Titan and the Snap and then the Blip and Mr. Stark nearly killing himself to destroy Thanos once and for all, Stephen had taken an interest in Peter. And Peter, god help him, was just as taken with the Alpha. (A/B/O AU)

The (It’s Not Sex Pollen!) Powder of Prana Mature, Complete

Stephen warns Peter to be careful while exploring the Sanctum. Peter, naturally, doesn't listen. The Powder of Prana goes flying. And now Stephen finds himself the only person Peter trusts to keep him from dying. With sex. (Sex Pollen AU)

Private Practice Mature, Complete

Peter Parker's appointment with Dr. Strange doesn't go as he'd planned when the good doctor prescribes a certain medical procedure. (Medical Kink/Medical Play)

Yours to Break (But Always Mend) Mature, Complete

Peter’s tears had long since stopped, replaced by weak, hitched sobs sometime after what might have been the sixth or seventh blow. He couldn’t remember why snapping back at Stephen like a brat had seemed like a good idea. He couldn’t remember why breaking the rules in the first place - starting all of this - had seemed like a good idea. (Dom/Sub)

I Know the Storms Will Always Come (But I Still Love to Have You Around) Mature, WIP

After Endgame, Stephen returns from another dimension to find Peter's life threatened by Quentin Beck's schemes. He undoes the damage and takes a struggling Peter into his care.

Peter needs time and a safe place to rebuild himself; Stephen's happy to provide that, even as he works to push aside the feelings he has. It's a tricky line to walk, setting boundaries and structure for Peter while imagining those same things in a very different context.

As Peter begins to come back to his usual self, personalities and wills clash, occasionally helped along by a certain Witch and a perpetually amused and exasperated Librarian. And Stephen finds that he can't plan for everything.

These Inconvenient Fireworks Mature, WIP

After a battle, Mr. Stark crosses a line with Peter. Peter, tired of being on the receiving end of Mr. Stark's anger, asks Stephen - who's witnessed everything - to take him away. In doing so, Stephen starts down a path with Peter he didn't see coming.

Alternatively: Peter's heart gets broken and Stephen helps put it back together.

Updated 29 Nov 2021

It’s All Routine Mature, Complete

Peter Parker is back at Dr. Strange's office for a physical required by his upcoming internship. He's hoping it will be quick and easy, but when Dr. Strange finds out that he hasn't had a physical since he was a young child, his hopes are dashed. Dr. Strange intends to be very thorough. (Medical Kink/Medical Play)

You Kiss Your Sorcerer With That Mouth? Mature, Complete

During a mission, Spider-Man lets some choice words for Dr. Doom slip. Stephen's less than pleased at Peter's disregard for how he's supposed to conduct himself as Spider-Man when he's in the public eye. He gives Peter some time to think about what he's done, and has a creative way to ensure Peter thinks twice before doing it again. (Domestic Discipline)

Help Me Up, Let’s Keep On Running Mature, Complete

Peter and Stephen have several rules set up in their dynamic. The two biggest? That Peter will look after his health and well-being, and that they will always be honest with each other.

Peter manages to break both of them in one fell swoop, and Stephen is none too pleased.

Discussions are had, actions lead to consequences, and Peter emerges from the experience secure in the knowledge that Stephen will do whatever it takes to make sure he's cared for and loved. (Domestic Discipline)

I Can See The Man That I Fell For Fighting Mature, Complete

It was supposed to be a quick in and out job. Just into the study to grab his book he’d left in there by accident the night before, and then out before Stephen even knew he was up and about. Harmless.

It wasn’t his fault that Cloak decided it needed to follow him around like some overly nosy puppy. Or that Cloak decided it needed to join him in the study as he looked for his book. Or that Cloak had decided to apparently “guard” something in the study in way that just screamed suspicious and naturally piqued Peter’s curiosity.

In and out, no harm done.

But when it became clear that Peter was overstaying his welcome in the space, Cloak had also felt the need to snitch.

He’d really, really fucked up. (Domestic Discipline)

This Back's Not Going to Break So Easily - Part 1 of 2, This Back’s Not Going to Break So Easily - Part 2 of 2

Mature, Complete

When Peter comes to Stephen upset and insisting he needs to be punished, Stephen knows something's wrong. Given a chance to calm down and feel safe, Peter explains what happened while he was at the Tower working in the labs and interrupted by Harley. Stephen reassures Peter that he did nothing wrong and does his best to comfort him.

Also featured: Stephen confronting Tony and Harley like a boss, Peter and Stephen's love, trust, and mutual respect for each other, lots of fluffy/dirty teasing, and pizza. (Domestic Discipline)

And I Let the Knots of Time Come Undone Mature, Complete

After breaking one of their established rules, Stephen finds himself at Peter's service for the day. Tasked with his least favorite chores, Stephen tries to maintain his sanity and make it through, all while reluctantly admitting to himself that all things considered, he's getting off easy.

If only he could get rid of that damn bell... (Domestic Discipline)

Our Road Gets Better With Every Bend Mature, Complete

Peter's getting ready for his junior year at Columbia. But before he goes back to school, there's the matter of his 21st birthday to deal with. Which is inevitably going to affect The Rules he and Stephen have. And what should be a nice night out for Peter's birthday takes a bit of a detour when a former acquaintance from Peter's freshman year unexpectedly runs into the happy couple.

Stephen's not jealous. No, not one bit. (Domestic Discipline)

Maybe If I Hold You Close, Baby We Could Just Let Go Teen, Complete

While the idea of accompanying Stephen to the high-brow fundraisers and charity galas seemed glamorous at first, Peter found the reality turned out to be much more disappointing. Everyone looks down their nose at him; people are forever swarming Stephen and flirting with him; and Peter usually finds himself alone, bored, counting the time until they can leave. However, he keeps attending in the hopes that he'll finally get a chance to dance with Stephen like he'd imagined.

One night he gets to dance with a surprising friend, which may finally lead to a bit of happiness at the damned events going forward.

Or Stephen might take issue, if another friend doesn’t take it upon herself to give him a clue. (Domestic Discipline)

I'm Counting On A New Beginning, A Reason For Living Mature, Complete

Peter's been in a bad mood and his recent stretch of bad luck isn't helping matters. Stephen hasn't been able to get through to him, and even when Peter takes his punishments for acting out, something's off. Worried about his partner, Stephen tries to think of what it is he might have done wrong. Upset, Peter pulls away.

It takes a bad set of prototype arrows, saving someone's life, a friend snitching, a stern Dr. Palmer taking control of a situation, a very un-teamlike spying session, and an uncomfortable discussion or two before Stephen and Peter are back on the same page. (Domestic Discipline)

Man, What Are You Doing Here? Mature, Complete

He only had one final left to take... and then he was done with everything until the fall semester of his final year as an undergraduate. Since his final wasn’t until Thursday afternoon, he didn’t see the harm in going out with some friends to celebrate and cute loose on Tuesday evening.

Would he have chosen a bar? No. He wasn’t supposed to drink on school nights and honestly, he preferred going to the movies or a show. But he was in college and honestly, it wasn’t like it needed to be a big deal.

And it wasn’t like Stephen needed to know. (Domestic Discipline)

Cold Comes From the East Side (Ch. 1)(Ch. 2)(Ch. 3) Mature, WIP

Peter breaks one of the rules in a spectacular way and suffers the consequences. It's rare for Stephen to actually be angry with him, but given the circumstances, Peter supposes the anger is more than earned. It's a hell of a situation for the pair of them and Peter wonders if they'll actually make it through. (Domestic Discipline)

Published Chapter 3 on 14 August 2023

Goodbye Grey Sky, Hello Blue Mature, WIP

In an alternate universe where trains and zeppelins are still common forms of travel and the internet and cell phones exist, Peter Parker has few options left after he's swindled out of his inheritance. Unable to pay for college, let alone keep the house left to him by his deceased aunt, he's running out of time before he's out on the streets. Desperate, Peter signs his life over to the Bureau of Civic Spousal Selections to take his chances as the selected husband of a complete stranger. After all, he only has to make it through a year and then he can choose to annul.

Dr. Stephen Strange has little interest in marriage, preferring to focus on his career. When his career is threatened by what a nosy board of directors considers a "lack of personal fulfillment and settling down," he opts to select a spouse through the BCSS and chooses Peter Parker. The young man's profile suggests intelligence and compatibility. It's not ideal, but if after a year it's not working out, he can always annul the marriage and send Peter on his way.

It's a marriage neither truly wants, with sharp learning curves for both. It's either going to be forever or it's going to go down in flames. (Domestic Discipline, 1950s-Modern Fusion AU)

Updated with Chapter 31 on 2 December 2023

Nevertheless, Recover Mature, Complete

Peter finds himself once again in Dr. Strange's office, hoping to find a reason and a cure for his latest ailment. He's come to the right place, since Dr. Strange will do everything it takes to diagnose and treat Peter. Hopefully, Peter will survive the embarrassment. (Medical Kink/Medical Play)

Doctor 13 Fics (Christine Palmer/Sharon Carter)

Baby, You Don't Gotta Fight Mature, WIP

Ch. 1, Ch. 2, Ch. 3, Ch. 4, Ch. 5, Ch. 6, Ch. 7

Dr. Christine Palmer is just living her life, content in her job as a trauma surgeon and happily moonlighting as Peter Parker's general physician at her old friend Stephen's request.

One evening as she finishes up examining Peter, she encounters the force of nature that's Sharon Carter, who seems to have a reckless streak a mile wide.

She's not sure what to make of the spy-turned-Avenger, but she can tell Sharon's hurting, and Christine's healing nature won't be ignored.

Iron 13 Fics (Tony Stark/Sharon Carter)

Feels So Right, Can’t be Wrong Teen, WIP

Prologue | Yellow Tulip | Blue Salvia | Yellow Narcissus | Red Morning Glory

The setting: Sanctum General Hospital in Sanctum Heights, New Amsterdam

Starring: Sharon Carter - former Central Security Bureau operative, Selecting Spouse in a horrifically failed Bureau of Civic Spousal Selections marriage, patient AND Anthony Edward "Tony" Stark - owner and CEO of Stark Industries, Futurist determined to rebuild a world his father built weapons to destroy, love interest

With Appearances by: Nurse Wong, Orderly Rintrah, and Billy the Admin

And Featuring Doctor Stephen Strange as "the Surgeon"

Or, "Five Dates Tony and Sharon Had in Her Hospital Room and One They Had After She Was Discharged"

Updated 23 November 2023

The Phoenix Protocol Mature, WIP

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3

No one else but Tony thought anything was off about Sharon. Investigating on his own, he discovered and brought down her Skrull impersonator and when he found the real Sharon near death, he made a choice that would change both of their lives.

MISC

This is What I Brought You, This You Can Keep

Stephen Strange/Clea Strange/Peter Parker - Mature, Complete

...who is he to deny the woman he loves - the woman who has seen into his soul with all its trials, agony, and dreams and loves him because of it! - who is he to deny her anything she desires?

If you feel so moved, feel free to buy me a cup of coffee! Couldntbedamned's Ko-Fi

#couldntbedamned fic #master list #reader fic #sfw post #tony stark x reader #bruce banner x reader #stephen strange x reader #starker #tony stark x peter parker #spiderstrange #stephen strange x peter parker #doctor 13 #christine palmer x sharon carter #iron 13 #tony stark x sharon carter

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self-starker · 8 months

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Beyond the Horizon by Kater1n

Read Chapter 1 of 2 on AO3

Summary:

“So, Spider,” Flash purrs through the comms. They’re both forty thousand feet up in the air, flying side by side. “Mind if I ask you a personal question?”

Peter rolls his eyes. He wishes this exercise was with Chairman or Goblin or literally anyone else, but they’re all on rotation. He’s managed to avoid it for nearly a week. It was only a matter of time before he drew the short stick. “Would it matter if I did?”

“What’s the story with you and Iron Man? Seems like he’s got you rattled."

God, Peter wants to punch him right in his pretty face.

Or, the Top Gun starker AU that no one asked for.

Tags: Top Gun AU, angst and feels, unrequited love, Peter "Spider" Parker, Tony "Iron Man" Stark, Gwen "Nightbird" Stacy, Ned "Chairman" Leeds, Eugene "Flash" Thompson

#starker #tony stark x peter parker

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blog-of-reaction · 4 months

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My Get Smart ships

Max/99 obviously

Max/Hymie (it’s never stated that he loves Max in more than a platonic way, due to the time Get Smart takes place that would probably be a bad idea, jeopardizing if not both of them than Hymie for sure. I am of the firm opinion that Max/Hymie is canon as much as it can be, it’s just that it’s unrequited love on Hymie’s part.)

Max/Siegfried do I even need to explain why? Just look at them.

Starker/Larabee no reason other than I think it’s funny.

#get smart #fun fact Siegfried’s first name is apparently Conrad #which I didn’t know until I double checked the internet to see if I was spelling his name right #conrad #huh #anyways yeah the only thing that stopped them from becoming a thing was that they are technically sworn enemies #also max is fun and all but 99 could do better #kinda casually rewatching the show and I’m not surprised per say but yeah #it’s even more sexist than I remember #just as racist as I remember though #like oh boy there is some stuff that makes me deeply uncomfortable #asides from that it’s a fun show though #I grew up watching it and it is hilarious (the parts that aren’t sexist or racist)#and the stereotyping and stuff tends to be isolated to a few episodes #like it isn’t everywhere but there are som episodes it might be a good idea to skip #anyways yeah #Don Adams had amazing comiedic timing #and the chemistry with most of the cast wa spretty good #…..#yeah that second part probably could’ve been a separate post but whatever #s watches shows

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ao3feed-irondadspiderson · 7 months

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ALWAYS

https://archiveofourown.org/works/50270419 by AlannaBlack, Perla_Regina (AlannaBlack) Peter Parker works in her aunt's flower shop but he has a disease he didn't want to know about. Would he be able to confess his feelings before it is too late? Words: 4406, Chapters: 2/6, Language: English Fandoms: starker - Fandom, Marvel Cinematic Universe, Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), Iron Man (Movies) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: Other Characters: Peter Parker, Stephen Strange, Tony Stark, May Parker (Spider-Man) Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - No Powers, Alternate Universe - Flower Shop, Angst, Drama, Hanahaki Disease, Character Death, Unrequited Love, Requited Unrequited Love read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/50270419

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #iron dad and spider son #spider son #iron dad #peter parker #tony stark

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whileiamdying · 3 years

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Grace Jones’ 20 greatest songs – ranked!

With the 40th anniversary of Jones’s masterful fifth album Nightclubbing approaching, we rank her best work

by Alexis Petridis Thu 29 Apr 2021 11.00 EDT

20. I Need a Man (1975)

Jones’s debut single was joyous, cantering mid-70s Eurodisco, its lyrics clearly written with one eye on the dancecfloors of gay clubs. It was rerecorded for Jones’s 1977 debut album, Portfolio, with an arrangement by the Salsoul Orchestra’s Vince Montana and a stronger vocal, but the original drips with slightly shonky period charm.

19. The Hunter Gets Captured By the Game (1980)

Warm Leatherette, released in 1980, relocated Jones to Nassau’s Compass Point studios, introduced reggae rhythm section Sly and Robbie and saw her covering Roxy Music and post-punk. Jones’s take on the old Marvelettes hit is closer to her old self, but it’s fantastic: gently reggae-influenced, post-disco dance music.

18. Victim (1995)

During the period between Jones’s 1989 flop Bulletproof Heart and 2008 comeback Hurricane, she briefly reunited with producer Tom Moulton. The solitary track they completed (but never officially released), a cover of a 1978 Candi Staton single, is a disco-house delight that Moulton claimed was the best thing they ever did together.

17. Am I Ever Gonna Fall in Love in New York City? (1978)

As a man who started out making mixtapes for the Sandpiper, a cornerstone of the gay party scene on Fire Island, Moulton knew the audience Jones was initially targeted at. He insisted she record showtunes, while the original material they made together had a hint of Broadway, as evidenced by this glorious slice of lovelorn high camp.

16. She’s Lost Control (1980)

Jones appears to turn Joy Division’s classic on its head: she recites the words in a blank sprechgesang at odds with Ian Curtis’ mournful delivery and changes the lyrics so the song’s narrator is its subject rather an observer. But its conclusion, where her voice becomes a terrified scream, is every bit as harrowing and bleak as the original.

15. The Apple Stretching (1982)

For all Jones’s fierce image – and the verses in this Melvin Van Peebles-written song about hookers, gun-toting cops and air that smells of “bagels and pollution” – there’s a real softness and warmth about her delivery of the chorus; the New Yorker’s love-hate relationship with the city encapsulated in a song.

14. Warm Leatherette (1980)

Jones’s cover of this JG Ballard-influenced, Throbbing Gristle-esque 1978 single by Daniel Miller’s project the Normal was an inspired move, killing off her disco diva image at a stroke in favour of something darker and harder. Is there a more Grace Jones 2.0 lyric than “quick, let’s make love before we die”?

13. Atlantic City Gambler (1979)

Muse, Jones’s third and final album with Moulton, was a commercial failure, but deserves reappraisal. Side one’s suite of songs offers a tougher and starker take on disco than its predecessors, while on the super-cool, reggae-influenced Atlantic City Gambler, the opening song of side two, you can distinctly hear the roots of what was to follow.

12. Victor Should Have Been a Jazz Musician (1987)

The making of 1987’s Inside Story was fraught – Jones and co-producer Nile Rodgers didn’t get on – and its sound veered close to straightforward mainstream pop, but it had its moments. The understated, small-hours romance of this ballad is just beautiful.

11. My Jamaican Guy (1982)

A patois-thick depiction of Jones’s love for Bob Marley’s keyboard player Tyrone Downie that doesn’t preclude mocking him as a hopeless stoner – “stretching out ’pon the floor, that way ’im don’t fall over” – the sweaty relentlessness of My Jamaican Guy’s bass-heavy backing seems to mirror the unrequited nature of her obsession.

10. Demolition Man (1981)

The first single from Jones’s masterpiece Nightclubbing was written by Sting – she’d requested a song from him, so he sent a demo for this, which the Police hadn’t got around to recording. It vanished without a trace, but its quality – boastful lyrics set to relentless Suicide-esque synths and guitar noise – is there for all to hear.

9. Nightclubbing (1981)

Iggy Pop and David Bowie’s paean to seedy Berlin nightlife might have been written for Jones, a nightclub fixture throughout the late 70s and 80s. She squeezes every drop of decadence out of the lyrics, shifting the song’s rhythm from diseased glam stomp to eerie dub.

8. Nipple to the Bottle (1982)

“I won’t give in and I won’t feel guilty – you rant and rave to manipulate me” – today, Nipple to the Bottle’s topic would be called misogynistic gaslighting. Its depiction of a love affair gone sour is set to hard, spare funk; Jones, meanwhile, is in commanding, enough-of-your-bullshit form.

7. Do or Die (1978)

The work of the songwriters behind Tina Charles’s chart-topping I Love to Love – and Gloria Gaynor’s fantastic (If You Want It) Do It Yourself – Do or Die was the apotheosis of disco-era Jones. It’s lengthy and lavishly orchestrated, with the singer playing up to her tough image: “I’ve been called an operator, I can sell an Eskimo snow.”

6. Williams’ Blood (2008)

After 19 years of stalled projects (a shelved album, Black Marilyn; a collaboration with Tricky), Hurricane was Jones’s triumphant return, a sharp retooling of the Compass Point sound that stirred industrial music into the mix. The autobiographical Williams’ Blood was its highlight: an epic remix by Aeroplane was the late 00s nu-disco movement at its height.

5. I’ve Seen That Face Before (Libertango) (1981)

Used to striking effect in the 1988 movie Frantic, I’ve Seen That Face Before is a stunning reggae remake of an Argentinian tango classic, topped with Jones’s own dark lyrics about sleazy Parisian nightlife. The video, meanwhile, featured a flat-topped, suit-sporting, accordion-playing Jones dwarfed by her own shadow: among the most iconic images of her career.

4. La Vie en Rose (1977)

Reinterpreting Edith Piaf’s signature song as bossa nova – complete with a musical nod to Jimmy Webb’s MacArthur Park – was inspired; emotive, but breezy at the same time. It launched Jones as a European star and became a staple of “sleaze” sets – which dropped the tempo as the night wore on – in US gay clubs.

3. Private Life (1980)

The Pretenders’ original is trash-talking, reggae-influenced new wave, a perfect fit for the icy persona Jones had already begun projecting on 1979’s Muse. Sly and Robbie turn the music into reggae proper, Jones oozes contemptuous, bored hauteur – “I’m very superficial” – with incredible results: a star was (re)born.

2. Pull Up to the Bumper (1981)

The pinnacle of Jones’s Compass Point years, Pull Up to the Bumper exists in its own fabulous, humid musical space, its mid-tempo groove equidistant from funk and reggae. The lyrics are preposterous cars/sex double-entendre filth, lent an appealing edginess by Jones’s stentorian vocal. Forty years on, it hasn’t dated.

1. Slave to the Rhythm (Blooded) (1985)

Only ZTT – the label behind Frankie Goes to Hollywood’s umpteen 12in remixes – would have considered rebooting Jones’s career with an album consisting entirely of versions of one song. Researchers for an unreleased box set discovered that star producer Trevor Horn had recorded more than 70 versions of Slave to the Rhythm. Releasing them all would have been a ridiculous exercise had the track itself not been the best thing either Jones or Horn ever made. A supremely sophisticated sample-heavy concoction, the song glides elegantly over a rhythm rooted in go-go – the funk sub-genre that counted as the hippest dance music of the mid-80s – while her vocal is by turns tender and imperious. The original 12in mix is the keeper.

#Grace Jones #The Guardian #Alexis Petridis #Jamaica

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think fast

starker or irondad. you can't have both

Hmm .. gosh I love both, but I think I'd have to go for starker

There's a lot more I can work with, especially since I could choose to do unrequited love between them, and it would have the same 'premise' (sort of) as irondad, though with a hidden, deeper, more melancholy take of Peter being in love with Tony (though it would/could be more of a 'in need of a father figure and is using Tony as a substitute without knowing it' sorta spiel) since irondad is more so strictly non-romantic in nature.

I can definitely appreciate the innocence, and lack of romantic depth within the irondad relationship, as it's easier to think about rather than the hardships that follow loosely behind heartache, staggering age gaps, and taboo's mixed with regret (non of these things making for 'bad' qualities of course, unless that is intended for a concept) that could be intertwined within the starker ship--but non-the-less, I'll take more freedom in thought over the possible constriction of a defined relationship most of the time ha (especially since, as stated before, it could be a trick question since Starker could transform into a type of Irondad scenario)

Probably more thought than what was needed, but hey! I appreciate the question--it's definitely an interesting thing to think about (pro's and cons of both, etc)

Thank you for the food for thought! :)

#starker #starkwub ask

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Hi! Are you still taking prompts? If yes, can you do a Starker one, where Tony is oblivious, and Peter doesn't know what to do, and ask for help to a close friend of Tony and they try to make him jealous by pretending to date and Tony is like of course he is with him he's everything i'm not and having a total breakdown and peter realize that they hurt tony instead and ask for forgivenes and end up together, pleasee? Thank you! If you aren't please just ignore this!

Against my better judgement, my prompts are never closed! Thank you so much for this super sweet/angsty prompt, Nonnie! I realised after finishing this that I never directly included Peter asking for forgiveness, but I hope this feeds you just the same! ❤

TW: Angst | Hurt/Comfort | Self-worth issues | Jealousy | Alcohol mention

SFW

Harley Keener is two years Peter’s senior and nicer than Peter could have ever imagined. When Tony had first started to talk about the ‘the first one he pseudo-adopted’ and how Harley had grown into more of a ‘mini me’ than he could’ve imagined, Peter had felt an uncomfortable twist in his gut.

What if Harley was better than him?

What if Tony liked Harley more?

What if, with Harley around, Tony didn’t want Peter around anymore?

He needn’t have worried, though. Harley wasn’t as ‘outwardly’ nerdy as he was, but he was more than happy to gush over the latest Star Wars LEGO offerings, and Tony snarked them both in equal measure. It was surprisingly like having another Ned around, and it took less than a week for Peter to feel stupid for having worried about his place besides the two of them.

Tony even joked that Harley was the ‘prototype’ and Peter was the ‘updated model’, to which Harley had just rolled his eyes, knocked Tony’s spanner off the table like a cat and gone straight back to talking to Peter about ComicCon.

They became fast friends, and Peter supposed that was somewhat why he tended to forget there was a second person in the lab with them here and there, starkly (heh) reminded of it when Harley flopped down next to him on the penthouse couch one evening and said; “so how long have you been in love with Tony?”

He could have cried. The Avengers he was around almost every other day for the past two years brushed off his doting as a hero complex and ‘mentor crush’ and it had taken Harley Keener less than three weeks to call him out on its true nature.

Naturally and mortifyingly it ended up with Peter sniffling against Harley’s shoulder, wailing about how Tony was out of his league, how every single possible thing that could was against them, and how worst of all; Tony wasn’t interested.

“He’s interested,” Harley had shrugged, gingerly plucking a tissue from the box and holding it out to him. He’d been somewhat cryptic about the basis of his statement, but had enthusiastically proposed a manner of ways in which it could be proven. And Peter…

Peter agreed to one.

He didn’t know why. He wasn’t exactly a glutton for punishment and he certainly didn’t get his kicks out of being humiliatingly, crushingly rejected, but...But Harley had said so make jealous. Tony always wants everything, and when he thinks he can’t have something he just tries harder to get it and Peter had inexplicably said yes.

Unfortunately (or fortunately, Peter didn’t quite know which) the only real, viable option was...Harley himself. None of the other Avengers would work; since they were all taken, straight and/or highly unlikely to be receptive to fake-dating a teen half (or more) their age.

Neither Ned or MJ had access to the Tower or could really be around any SHIELD, Stark or Avengers activity, and that left quite literally no-one else but Harley.

“I mean, in a way, its perfect. I’m the grandmaster of the plan anyway, and you don’t have to wordy about hurting my feelings or me falling for you. We can collaborate flawlessly to get you some Grand-Daddy dick,” Harley hummed around the stick candy in his mouth, and Peter wasn’t quite sure what part of that sentence offended him the most.

“Does literally nobody want me?” he pouted, bottom lip pushed out dramatically as he kicked Harley’s leg out of the way and picked up the PS5 controller.

“Hey, chin up, munchkin. You’re prettier than half the girls I know. I’m just not wired that way.”

“You’re straight?”

“I’m not anything. It’s like asexuality and aromantic, but both,” Harley pulled a face, clearly trying to remember the term, then shrugged. “Ah, I can never remember it. Anyway, point is, I’m not interested in anyone. You’re a little cherub, for sure, but you’re cute like a cat, not suck-my-dick cute.”

And, well. Cute like a cat? He considered that a high compliment.

Thus, Operation Get That Grand-Daddy Dick (Peter did not name it) was underway. They both agreed to keep it natural and subtle, since Tony walking in on them half-naked or all over each other was just likely to spook him off. They’d edge into it; hint that they were spending more time together, act a little cosier, maybe get caught holding hands after a week or two.

In truth, it wasn’t all that different to how they had been before, except that Harley made his smiles even softer, a little more secretive and let his gaze linger when he was sure Tony would notice. They sat and stood closer together than before, and here and there Harley would press a lingering hand to his back or arm.

They made sure when one or both left they secreted away just out of sight and took a little too long, standing close together by the elevator and making sure to hug ‘longingly’ (whatever that meant in context) should Tony happen to peek.

And yet for all his smarts, Tony didn’t seem to particularly notice anything amiss until the first time that he spotted them ‘romantically hugging’. Harley was actually a very good hugger, and they stood in front of the elevator together, with Peter facing it and Harley facing the lab. Harley had his chin over Peter’s shoulder and his hands low and tight on his waist, holding him close.

“Spotted,” Harley whispered quietly, and moments later Tony spoke up.

“Well that looks cosy.”

Tony’s voice was carefully level, no betrayal of emotion as Peter shyly disentangled himself from Harley, taking a step away as though caught doing something he shouldn’t. He didn’t have to fake the heat in his cheeks when he glanced up at where Tony stood, arms folded, and he fumbled with the strap of his backpack, glancing across at Harley before he gave Tony a meek smile.

“Um, I’ll-- I’ll see you Friday, Mr. Stark!” he chirped, shuffling around Harley and into the elevator. Tony was still staring at him as the doors began to close, and Harley turned, casting him a wink and a finger-waggling wave. Peter waved back sheepishly and the moment the doors were shut, he whipped out his phone.

[To: Thing 1] Did he look mad? It looked like he looked mad. Omg. U gotta tell me anything he says :// [19:31]

Harley did in fact text him back two hours later, though there wasn’t much to report. Tony had made a few flippant remarks that could either be parental interest or slight jealousy, and had dropped the subject after a short while in order to focus on his latest project.

Peter slumped. There was snails who had a faster moving love life than he did. With a groan, he stuffed the last of his anxiety snacks in his mouth and flopped back against his pillow to discuss the next step with Harley.

Social media was their next plan of attack. Tony followed Peter on Instagram and Twitter, and had his Snapchat even if the older man rarely used the platform, so they were going to up the pressure by hanging out outside of the lab (which they did anyway) and posting it to social media.

It was too soon to cancel plans with Tony to hang out with Harley (and frankly, Peter didn’t want to anyway) so they simply both made themselves unavailable on certain other days, or hung out together without mentioning it to Tony beforehand.

They got ice cream at the park, went to the art museum downtown, visited several different cultural/ethnic based stores and went to the arcade to kick ass at air hockey over the course of a few weeks, all while keeping up the poorly secretive touching and closeness at the lab.

And he’d still have more luck getting blood from a stone.

Tony seemed...Either completely oblivious, or just completely unphased. Whilst Peter caught him watching them here and there with an unreadable expression, Tony never directly asked them or overtly commented on what was happening. There was the odd, “enjoy the park yesterday, kid?” or “saw your post the other day, you should try this place next,” but never anything along the lines of what Peter hoped for.

Even Harley was starting to doubt his original statement that Tony was definitely interested.

Especially when Tony was the one who started cancelling plans, telling them both to ‘go enjoy themselves’ and ‘live the lives of young people’. He didn’t do it all the time, but here and there they’d both receive a text telling them not to come today. The lingering looks got longer and more weighted, but even so, Tony made no move in either aspect.

“I think I’m just gonna have to give it up,” Peter admitted to Harley one night over the phone, hanging upside down in his bedroom with the phone dangling on a web besides him.

“Maybe he’s just not ready for anything right now?” Harley suggested on the other end, between the frantic sounds of tapping buttons.

“Maybe-- Oh, hang on. I’ve got an inbound from JARVIS. It might be Avengers stuff,” Peter hummed, quickly twisting to tap on the screen to accept the incoming call from JARVIS.

“Hey, J. What’s up?” He greeted the AI, blinking at the call screen.

“Apologies for the disturbance, Mr. Parker, but protocol deems that when Mr. Stark is in distress I establish contact with someone on his emergency list in order to inform them.” The AI’s voice was as smooth and unhurried as ever, but Peter frowned at the screen.

“Distress?”

“Yes, Mr. Parker. Sir’s heart-rate is elevated and he is displaying significant symptoms of sadness, including light drinking, darkened lighting and angered viewing of your social media.”

“Angered viewing of my social media?” Peter echoed, fear ratcheting up as he dropped from the ceiling and moved to tug on a pair of shoes. Fuck, had he let something sip? Was there something in the background of his photos? Had someone figured out who he was? He was hopping towards the door on one foot when JARVIS spoke again, and he had to hop back to pull his phone down from the web.

“Why is he sad over that? Did I do something wrong?”

JARVIS was silent for a short while, as though the AI was debating on how best to respond.

“I... Believe Sir may be feeling lonely. Or unworthy of company. There have been a multitude of such instances over the past several years,” JARVIS replied after a pause, as Peter locked the web shooters around his wrist and tugged the Spiderman mask over his head to avoid any cameras, crawling out of his window and leaping out into the brisk air.

It didn’t take long to swing to the Tower, especially not when panic and concern had him pushing it, testing his muscles and leaving him slightly out of breath by the time he slipped onto the top landing console.

JARVIS directed him through to the penthouse and up the set of 12 steps that lead to the ‘upper level’ of it, to an open doorway that revealed Tony Stark sprawled out on his bed, staring blankly at his phone with a neglected, half-open bottle of whiskey loose in one arm, like a newborn babe.

“Mr. Stark?” he asked softly, and Tony’s gaze flit up to him, clearing immediately. His mentor cursed and jerked upright, almost sloshing the whole bottle over his bedding.

“Shit! Kid! Wh’r you doin’ here?” Tony’s voice was just hinting on slurred, the same easiness and lack of concentration that came when you’d had a shot too many. Or five. Peter’s heart cinched as he stared at Tony gingerly putting the bottle on the bedside table, at the redness of his eyes and the messiness of his hair where he’d been running a hand through it, over and over.

“JARVIS called me. He said you were sad,” Peter managed after a moment, hands wringing the mask between his fingers nervously. He’d never seen Tony like this, this...uncomposed. He looked haggard, tired and sad, and it made Peter feel empty and adrift, unsure of how to approach this new version of the man he loved.

“Fucking snitch,” the older man grumbled half-heartedly, and rubbed his hands over his eyes. “Shit. Don’t-- Ignore me, kid. Adults my age are entitled to a night like this once in a while. Go back home, I’m fine. Fuck, you didn’t leave Harley for this, did you?”

“Harley?” Peter parroted, brows furrowing as Tony waved a hand.

“Go on, kid. Get. Make the most of being young and pretty with someone young and pretty.” Tony reached for the bottle again and Peter found himself striding across the room, placing himself in the way of Tony’s outstretched hand and the whiskey. Tony’s fingertips brushed his stomach and recoiled like he’d been burnt by the contact.

“Mr. Stark, do you think I don’t want to hang out with you anymore?” he asked after a moment, voice fragile. God, he’d hoped to maybe make Tony a little jealous, but nothing like this. He hadn’t wanted to hurt him. And he clearly had. There was nothing but rawness in Tony’s eyes when the older man looked up at him.

“I’m not taking it personally,” his mentor attempted to joke, but it came out bitter and too flat to land lightly. Peter’s heart cinched in his chest and he shuffled to sit on the edge of the large bed, teeth on his lower lip as Tony turned away from his gaze.

“Mr. Stark, I’ve never...I’ve never not wanted to hang out with you. Even if I have other friends, too,” he pointed out tentatively, and Tony scoffed lightly.

“You’re too good for a world like this, shortstack. For someone like me. You should be trailing after someone like Captain Uptight,” Tony muttered lowly, and Peter scowled.

“You’re not less better than he is. Both of you are good people. Both of you make mistakes. Both of you save the world.”

Tony’s brows pinched, and he breathed out something that just barely sounded like then why aren’t I good enough?

Making an executive decision, Peter toed off his sneakers and crawled further up onto the bed, picking up Tony’s arm and settling down against his side, curling up under his arm and wrapping his own around Tony’s waist.

He could feel Tony’s heart thumping wildly in his chest, could feel his breath hitch and the hesitant way that Tony let his arm settle over Peter, fingers curling in his hoodie.

“You are,” he offered simply, squeezing gently. “This is my fault. I was acting like a dumb kid, and I thought... I should’ve known that it was just gonna end badly.”

“Is being my mini-me really that bad?” Tony choked out, and Peter pushed himself upright, alarmed.

“What? No! Mr. Stark, being around you is the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I don’t ever ever regret being around you! I just... I have to…” He trailed off for a moment, frustrated, then prayed to Harley for forgiveness and sucked in a deep breath.

“I’m not actually dating Harley. At all. He doesn’t like people that way. Any people. We’re not boyfriends and I don’t want to stop spending time with you to spend time with him. I like spending time with you and you’re still my hero. Tony Stark or Iron Man,” he stated firmly.

Tony looked at him for a moment, then looked away.

“You should be with Harley, kid. Or someone like him. Not someone like me. Not someone with my history. I’m a shit person, kid. All this Iron Man stuff hasn’t even wiped half my scoreboard clean. Someone like Harley... He’s the better parts of me. Like you. He’s worth your love”.

Tony seemed almost startled at saying that word, twitching a little before he attempted to turn away from Peter again, gaze finding the far end of the room like he wished he was anywhere but here.

Peter fidgeted, then sucked in a deep breath. “Please don’t hate me after this,” he fumbled out quickly, then rolled half on top of the older man, hands fisting in the front of his shirt as he leaned forwards.

The kiss was awkward and clumsy and couldn’t have lasted for than two seconds before Tony pulled away, eyes wide and voice rough.

“Kid, what-- You can’t--”

“If you say you’re not interested, I’ll respect that,” Peter interrupted. “Or if you say I’m too young or whatever. But if you say anything along the lines you of not being enough, or not being worthy, or-- or-- Or whatever it is you feel you aren’t... You’re wrong. The reason me and Harley were acting like that is because I was trying to make you jealous.”

“What-”

“And I know its dumb! I don’t it was childish and I never thought it would hurt you like this. But I’ve lo-- I’ve really liked you. For years. And I know you’re a lot older and we might never be able to be...To be...Normal. I guess. But I want whatever I can get with you, because you’re worth it,” Peter barrelled on, desperate to at least be heard before Tony kicked him out. Except when he trailed off Tony was just... Staring at him.

“It’s just... Hero worship. You still think I’m some magical superhero and you--”

“No offence, Mr. Stark, but you don’t know what I think. Not when it comes to you, clearly,” Peter cut in, cheeks heating at being so brash. Prior to this he wouldn’t have ever dreamed about being so direct and forceful against Tony.

Well. Not in any PG-rated sense, anyway.

“Just... We don’t have to talk about it now, okay?” eh offered, sliding off Tony just a little so he was back up against his side, wriggling around until he could grab the faux fur throw on the bottom of the bed, pulling it up over both of them. Tony remained quiet at his side, just watching as he got them both settled.

“Just... I’m gonna stay, alright? Right here. With you. Because this is where I want to be, and its where I’m gonna stay until... Until you tell me to leave.” His lower lip threatened to wobble with mounting emotion as he lay his head on Tony’s chest, feeling the thick ridges of his scars beneath his shirt.

A moment later, Tony’s hand settled lightly over his head, fingers sliding tentatively into his hair.

“And if I never tell you to leave? If I’m selfish and never want to let you go?” the other man whispered.

“Then I guess that makes us both selfish, because that would make me happy,” Peter mumbled into his chest, wrapping his arm tighter around Tony’s waist. The room went silent for a while, save for their breathing and Tony’s heart thumping beneath his ear.

“Okay,” Tony rasped after a moment, and Peter smiled.

“Okay, Hazel Grace.”

“...What?”

“Nevermind. You’re too old for that reference.”

“You’re a little shit.”

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late-to-the-party-81 · 3 years

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Weak

Part one of A Place on Earth

Rated: Mature

Ao3 link

Peter knew he was strong. Yeah, he was slim, and still had some years to go before he fully bulked out. But he was strong. Freaky strong thanks to the spider bite. At least as strong as Steve and Bucky.

But he felt anything but strong at this moment. His heart was beating in his chest, and he was sure it was going to burst out or explode or something!

Fingers snapped twice in front of his face in rapid succession.

“Hey, you in there kid?”

With a mounting sense of dread Peter raised his head to look at Tony directly.

“Sorry…” he mumbled. “What was it?”

Tony raised an eyebrow and then shook his head.

“I was asking if you had any thoughts about why this bit isn’t working.” The older man pointed to the screen where the schematic for his latest toy invention was showing. Trying to focus on the problem as opposed to the completely pathetic responses of his body, Peter moved closer to the screen.

“I think…what if….erm…the covert…I mean…if we charge…err…change.the co-effort, co-efficient…yeah…” He tapped some of the keys. “Yeah, like that.”

Tony’s shoulder bumped up against his as his mentor leaned in to look.

“I could kiss you Petey, I think you’ve got it!”

Peter could feel himself flush so turned slightly and made to take a step away, but somehow managed to forget how to walk, tripped over his own feet, and fell to the floor.

“Woah, you sure you’re okay?” Tony leaned down and helped pull him to his feet. His calloused palms settled on Peter’s shoulders and he looked at him. Really looked at him. Peter squirmed under the scrutiny, afraid he was going to lose his cool and either kiss Tony or throw-up on him. He felt his legs shaking, and forced himself to breath.

“You’ve lost weight – why aren’t you eating?”

“Ermm…gotta lot on my mind” You! “You know school and stuff.”

“Stuff aye?” Tony gave him a wink. “Looks like you aren’t sleeping either. Got some great panda eyes going on there. Stuff gotta name?”

And Peter couldn’t help it. He went beet red and tried to tuck his chin as far down into his chest as he could. Tony chuckled and pressed a soft kiss to the top of Peter’s head.

“I’m sorry, didn’t mean to embarrass you. But I am going to call this lab session to a close. You aren’t as practised as I am at self-abuse in the cause of science. And anyway, Pep needs to see me about something. I’ll get Happy to drive you home via a drive-thru, don’t want May getting mad at either of us.”

Peter was still feeling dizzy from the kiss, even though it had been to his hair, but his heart twisted at the mention of Pepper. He didn’t want to be jealous of her, because she was so nice and lovely and fun. But….she was married to Tony, the man Peter was totally and irrevocably in love with.

Once he’d finally admitted it to himself, he should’ve just stayed away. He was in hell and only one stutter or stammer away from outing himself and having to die of embarrassment. But every casual touch from Tony, every fatherly kiss to his head, affected him in a way it shouldn’t, stripped his defences away, He couldn’t help but imagine those touches less casual, those kisses far less fatherly and too his lips, his chest….and…erm…other places.

He was absolutely screwed.

Because all it took was a look from Tony, entreating him to help with another experiment. His lips spilling praises at Peter’s competence, and he couldn’t do it. He couldn’t cut back on his lab hours and slowly wean himself off. Being around Tony made him feel weak, but he couldn’t fight it.

What was he going to do?

—————

It was getting worse, and he knew it.

He often managed to force down a piece of toast in the morning when May was watching, but he picked at his lunch at college, more often than not letting Ned have his left overs.

He hopped that going out on patrol would tire him out and allow him to sleep, but although his body ached with exhaustion his brain wouldn’t let him rest. He’d get a couple of hours, and then wake up, his mind swirling, replaying every interaction between him and Tony, dissecting every moment. Desperately trying to find a sign that he wasn’t alone in how he felt. And it made him feel awful. Tony was married for fuck’s sake. And had never shown Peter any indication that he found men attractive.

He was miserable. The only thing that gave him joy was seeing Tony, but when he had to go home, he was back to miserable.

And it was everything about Tony.

He wasn’t the tallest of men, especially alongside Mr Barnes, and Mr Rhodes and even Pepper. But his frame was the perfect blend of height and muscle. Not too skinny, not too built. He obviously still worked out – Peter had caught sight of him once in the Avengers gym, boxing at the sand bag in gym shorts, a cotton tank and gloves. Sweat glistened on his skin, his brow furrowed in concentration and Peter had almost come in his pants at the sight alone. He’d had to run to the bathroom and have one of the most embarrassing rounds of masturbation he’d ever indulged in. Imagined being pinned to the mat, being surrounded by the smell of Tony, being kissed to oblivion….he’d come into his hand before he’d even got to the ‘good bit’.

Then there were his eyes, always so warm and welcoming, the way they crinkled in the corners when he smiled. Peter wanted to trace each line with his finger, learn all the contours of Tony’s face. And talking of his smile, those plump lips did things to Peter’s equilibrium. The way he nibbled on the lower one, or his tongue poked out between them when he was concentrating, and, oh, when they spilled praises at Peter. It had made him feel all funny inside, and that was how he learned he had a praise kink. What he wouldn’t give to hear Tony calling him a ‘good boy’, a ‘special boy’, in a different context.

His hair also fascinated Peter. Always so elegantly styled when Tony was in SI mode, in the boardroom, or at a gala. It took all of Peter’s rapidly waning internal strength not to run his fingers through it and muss it, so it looked like the Tony he knew in the lab, strands poking out in all directions, looking so very tuggable. Did Tony like having his hair pulled? Peter liked to think so, imagining doing so with Tony on his knees in front of him.

Then there were those calloused engineers’ hands. Hands that had designed and constructed everything from weapons to live saving medical instruments. That had built the Iron Man suits to help protect the world. Hands that rested on Peter’s lower back or shoulder, that hugged him tight.

And lastly, but definitely not least, his absolute genius. The way Tony’s mind could comprehend so much, from maths, to physics, to strategy, to engineering. Peter loved his friends, loved his Aunt May, but no-one could match him for intellect like Tony, kept his mind sharp and engaged. Never patronised him, or treated him like some kind of freak. Peter thinks he would still love Tony even if his mentor was just a brain in a jar, like in those old horror movies the man liked so much.

So Peter tried, he really did. He hung out with his friends and acquaintances at college, tried to flirt and find interest in other people, people he knew objectively were attractive and clever and all those things.

But it was only Tony who made him feel this way, made his strength drain from him so his legs could barely hold him. Tangle his heart up and take away his power of speech. So he tried to eat and he tried to sleep, but all he really did was stare into the dark with tears of want and despair in his eyes and his fist round his cock and his other fingers in his ass, imagining a future he could never have.

————

Of course it was going to all catch up with him, and in true Parker fashion it was going to be in the most embarrassing way possible.

It was bad-guy of the week time, and Tony had called him in to help out. He’d been swinging around for over an hour now, ducking and diving to avoid these stupid drone bots, setting up web nets to catch some and trying to draw them to him and away from civilians. He breathed a sigh of relief as the drones following him suddenly stopped in mid-air and then fell to earth as they lost power. Tony’s voice came over the comms.

“Well done team, he’s down. I repeat he’s down. Hill is taking him away. Let’s all go back to mine and I’ll order in.”

Whoops and cheers came across the line, along with the usual debates about who wanted what. But Peter was just fatigued. He wanted to sleep for a week.

He heard the sound of Tony’s thrusters behind him and he turned to look over his shoulder from where he was perched on a window ledge. Tony hovered in front of the building and his face plate slid up.

“You coming, Pete?”

“Uh, sure Mister Stark.”

“How many times I gotta tell, you? Call me Tony. Come on, let’s get some food in you.”

Peter nodded before shooting out a string of web in front of him and started to swing. Tony kept pace beside him, chattering about the latest project they were working on. Peter tried to concentrate, but he was also trying to swing and stay awake. He wasn’t sure exactly what happened, but his co-ordination screwed up. He either swung when he should have shot or visa versa, but the upshot was that he was falling.

And then he wasn’t. He stared up into the red and gold metal face and thanked god for his mask because he knew he was making a dopey face.

“Woah, kid, I got you.”

Peter relaxed into Tony’s arms because he was in Tony’s arms! He tried to speak, but it came out garbled.

“You..hero..thanks..saved me.”

“Hmm, we’d best get you checked out.”

Peter limply patted at Tony’s arm through the suit.

“Safe…sleep now…” And he passed out.

—————

He felt so warm, and still pleasantly sleepy. He could hear voices talking softly near him.

“It appears Peter has lost five percent of his body weight in the last few weeks. And his adrenal system is showing he’s suffering from stress. His brain chemistry is also unbalanced, congruent with sleep deprivation.”

“Thanks FRIDAY. I’ll sort out an IV of nutrients and make sure he rests. Can you call May and let her know that he’s safe, but I think he should stay here at least overnight so he can be monitored.”

“Sure thing boss.”

Peter couldn’t manage to open his eyes and for the first time in weeks felt himself slipping back down into sleep.

The bed dipped beside him, and he felt those calloused fingers brushing the hair off his brow.

“Oh bambino, what have you been doing to yourself?” The hand moved and knuckles brushed against Peter’s cheek.

“You don’t know how precious you are to me. I really hope whoever is making you feel this way is worth it.”

Tony let out a heavy sigh. The bed moved a bit more and just before sinking back into unconsciousness Peter was sure he felt a small kiss to the side of his mouth, before a pair of arms wrapped round him, holding him safe.

#my first starker fic #peter Parker #Tony stark #peter parker x tony stark #unrequited love #songfic #ao3 link #ao3 fanfic

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kernelmeow · 2 years

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Don’t take my heart, don’t break my heart (don’t throw it away)

Fandom: MCU

Pairing: Peter/Tony

**SFW**

“It’s consuming him. Mourning the loss of something he never had, was never entitled to." Or, Peter’s world comes crashing down at a certain someone’s engagement party.

AN: Thanks to one song I became possessed with this idea.

**LINK TO AO3**

#starker #my thought process: what's it like to be in the head of a besotted love struck peter with unrequited daddy issues? oh #it hurts a biiiitch #peter x tony #tony x peter fanfiction

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iloveyou3thousand · 3 years

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17+20 together ? For starker

17 – things you said that I wish you hadn’t 20 – things you said that I wasn’t meant to hear

oh no why would you do that

>:)

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“I think I’m really in love with him, man.”

Tony knew, at that moment, that he shouldn’t have gone to look for Peter.

He could hear him talking to Ned from down the hall and wanted to go up to say goodbye before he was off for the weekend, taking care of some business halfway across the country, and before he’d even fully registered it, he knew, subconsciously, that they were talking about him.

Peter sounded halfway to wrecked, and his heart lurched with the mere sound of his voice alone. Now was definitely not the time to barge in on this very private conversation that Peter was – foolishly – holding with Ned with his door open just a crack. Maybe he should subtly drop the hint that it was better if Peter kept his bedroom door shut, in the future…

But as it was, there was no going around it.

Peter had just confessed to his best friend that he was in love with his mentor, something which Tony promptly wished he could forget.

He stood there for what felt like forever, the quiet voices of Ned and Peter audible in the hallway where he stood, but he wasn’t listening anymore. Peter Parker was in love with him, and he… he could never give him what he wanted.

“Tony?” Pepper asked from down the corridor, and Tony jumped and twisted around, “Are you ready, honey?”

Tony gave a half-hearted nod and a tight, probably unconvincing smile, and although he could see a flash of concern on Pepper’s stunning face, she gave him a patient smile and turned to make her way out with the last of their overnight bags.

He turned back toward the door that was still slightly ajar, not within reach but so close, and yet so incredibly far away. He took a deep breath, and straightened up. He’d made up his mind. He wasn’t going to say goodbye.

He’d only be away for a weekend.

Hopefully that would be enough to forget about what he’d heard, while still enjoying the few days he was about to be spending with his wife.

Whom he loved very much.

More than anything.

#starker #starker fanfic #ironspider #tony stark x peter parker #peter parker/tony stark #unrequited love #my fanfic #my writing #drabble #angst #hurt no comfort #Anonymous

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starker-prompts · 5 years

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Prompt #50

Superior Iron Man is Spider-Man’s arch nemesis and has almost killed him more than once. The man is one of the most dangerous, unhinged, evil people that he’s ever faced. So, when Peter wakes up with Tony Stark hovering over him, gently rubbing his cheek, the boy is equal parts confused and terrified.

When Tony Stark couldn’t find a way to bring the snapped back, he decided to find a different Peter from a different universe to call his own. On earth-225, Peter Parker’s life seemed terrible from what Tony could tell, so he figured it would be okay. He’s doing Peter a favor, right?

Once the shock wears off, Peter finds himself torn between a lifetime of seeing the terrible things that SIM is capable of and realizing that this Tony Stark couldn’t be more different. It actually seems like the man is in love with him and Peter doesn’t know how to deal with that.

#starker-prompts #starker #dark #dimensions #falling in love #hurt/comfort #internal struggle #pining #unrequited love

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areluctantsblog · 5 years

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Almost lethal love triangle hc

with unrequited Harley x Tony and manipulative dark Peter

Warnings: violence, gun violence, manipulation

My co-creator in this was @speckledcoffeecups Thanks for brainstorming with me, dear.

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Let’s say that Tony meets Harley when he’s 16 and Peter is the same age. The attack on New York leave Tony suffering from severe PTSD. He meets Harley the same way he does in canon, only the boy is 16 and falls for him immediately. Tony doesn’t notice it. He likes the boy for his cheek and talent and keeps in touch with him. He goes so far as inviting Harley to live at Stark Tower when he gets into NYU.

For Harley, things are going well. Not great because Tony doesn't love him back but definitely better since the man has finally found a way to manage his anxiety and PTSD. Then comes the news of some mysterious kid. Tony notices that someone is selling black market Stark Weapons again. He starts tracking the dealings very closely and he finds out that – under many layers of careful cover – his tech is ending up the hands of a child.

That child is Peter Parker, or as he is known in the underworld, Spiderman. He earned that name because once caught up in his webs, there’s no escaping him alive. He’s the hitman gangs hire if they want a clear job.

He’s a real pro, but after a few close calls, he decides that his suit needs an upgrade. And what would he use if not the best tech available? He manages to scrape some stuff from the black market but there are things he simply can’t get his hands on this way. Then, one day Tony Stark himself turns up at his apartment and Peter recognises the opportunity.

He manages to convince the man that he's protecting people – and well, he is, only not the kind of people who deserve it. Tony believes him, even though there are holes in his story. Harley doesn't like that Tony spends so much time tracing this masked stranger but soon he has something else to worry about: the brightly smiling young man Tony introduces as his new superhero mentee.

At first Harley is simply jealous. He can’t help it, when the new guy is sipping his iced latte in a far too slutty manner as he begs for Tony to show him the latest upgrades for his Iron Man suit. Maybe he’s blinded by the pain he feels when Tony starts falling for Peter, but the coldness in Peter’s eyes that lingers beneath his most dashing smiles makes Harley suspicious. Peter so easily leads the conversations where he wants it to go and seems to always get what he wants from Tony, giving only empty promises in return.

Harley starts to investigate. At first he just scribbles down the times of Peter’s patrols. But he’s too curious to stop there. He starts scanning the news for any coverage of a new enhanced vigilantee but he finds none. He needs more info about Peter’s nighttime activities. Following him is out of the question. In his black suit, Peter practically vanishes in the night. Eventually, Harley decides to try and hack the AI that runs the suit, Tony gifted Peter. If he succeeds, Harley can see where Peter goes and what he does.

He fails, of course. Peter however didn’t, when he hacked the AI. He gets notified about the attack and figures out that Harley is onto him. Dropping a few comments in Harley’s presence, he sets a trap and lures him somewhere to takes photos of him. Then, he puts on a show in front of Tony. It only takes him a few days for the man to be asking him about what’s troubling him. Peter tells Tony that he thinks Harley might be up to something.

He shows him the pics he took in a dangerous neighbourhood way past Harley’s usual bedtime. He mentions that he noticed how curious Harley has gotten about his spider suit. Tony of course tells him that Harl is a good guy, but Peter doesn't give up. He explains how frustrated Harley must feel to know so many superheros but not being one. How jealous he might be of the relationship between Tony and himself. He uses the word relationship knowing full well how Tony feels about him.

Maybe that’s what does the trick. Anyhow, Peter succeeds. He manages to convince Tony that Harley is a liability. Tony sends Harley away under some half-assed pretext, but when Harley doesn't go quietly, Tony ends up accusing him openly. It breaks Harley's heart and he sets out to finally get Peter.

It nearly costs him his life. Peter’s not one to leave loose ends, especially when they are out to get him. But his manipulation ends up saving Harley because it makes Tony put a tracker on the boy. Maybe it’s out of cautiousness, maybe disbelief. Either way, it alerts him when Harley enters mob territory. He only just gets there in time. Harley is hurt badly. The best doctors operate on him for hours before he becomes stable.

It’s then that Tony’s world comes crashing down. Because they show him the bullet and there’s no mistaking it: it’s one of his. And he only gave them to one person...

#starker #starkey #harley x tony #tony x peter #peter x tony #dark!peter #hitman!peter #manipulative!peter #unrequited love #tw: violence #tw: gun violence #tw: gun mention #tw: manipulation #a reluctant writes #mine

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