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marvelfanfics1 · 11 months
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For Little Troublemakers -
While coming back from Peter's and Strange 's house, the Little!Reader can't help but take one of Little! Peters hoodie because he smells so good 🥹
Daddy Tony is very disappointed that she stole something and when he tries to return it to peter, he tells that it's okay for Little Reader to have it because she gave him her bracelet 👉👈
And the bigs can't help but see how cute their littles are 🥹
Little Lovers
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Little Troublemakers Au
Pairing: daddy!Ironstrange x little!reader x little!Peter
Warnings: Age Regression, flufffff
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Tony was just casually walking past your playroom and had to make a double-take of you. You were sitting on your fluffy carpet with various toys laying around, but what actually got his attention was the big sweater you were wearing.
He did not recognize that one!
Tony knows exactly what's in your closet because he dresses you mostly every day, there's also a drawer with some of his t-shirts and a few hoodies because he knows you love how they smell like him.
The thing is he can't remember a pastel blue one where little paws were splattered on the back.
That was not one of his and neither yours.
"Baby?" he knocked softly on the door frame to get your attention.
You turned your upper half a little and waved at him with a smile.
"Hi, daddy! Look, I got my bunny dressed!" you said and showed him your bunny proudly that was wearing a purple dress.
"She looks great, but can you tell me where you got that hoodie from sweetheart?" he asked while walking over to you, hands in his pockets.
You looked down and fiddled with the end of it. You were afraid that he would get sad that you were wearing a hoodie from someone else and you don't want to hurt his feelings. You love your daddy's clothes but Peter's have such a different texture and smell so good as well, you always think of him when wearing them.
"Uhh...from Peter," you mumbled but Tony heard what you said with how shocked he looked.
"Did you take it with you last time we were visiting?" he asked.
"Yes, but-"
"No buts, that's not good baby, you can't just take something that's not yours. You will give it back to Peter at the weekend, okay?" he raised his eyebrow and you pout a little, nodding your head anyway not intending on making a scene.
"Yes daddy." you sighed and made grabby hands for him. "Up, please?"
Tony gave you a small smile and picked you up, kissing the side of your head, not pushing the subject any further.
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The weekend came quickly and you were knocking excitedly on the front door. It opened a second later and when you saw it was Peter you practically jumped in his arms, giving him a bear hug.
"I missed you lots! We have so many games to play, come!" Peter told you and grabbed your hand, wanting to drag you behind him but a cough from behind you made you stop in your tracks.
"Didn't you forget something, sweets?" Your daddy said, nodding his head to the bag that he was holding.
"Oh...right." you let go of Peter's hand and took your bag, opening it you pulled the baby blue hoodie and Peter's face fell a bit.
Did he do something wrong for you to give it back to him?
"I wanted to give dis back to you." You said and wanted to hand it over to him.
"Why?" he asked, clearly confused. He thought you liked it, don't you like him anymore?
"Hello, little one" Stephen greeted you with a pat on your head and went to hug your daddy, longer than usual, then turned back to you and Peter. "What's going on here?"
"She took one of Peter's hoodies and I'm-" Before Tony could say anything more Peter interrupted him.
"She can have it! Look, she gave me one of her bracelets!" he said proudly and showed his wrist to them where he was wearing one of your self-made bracelets. Peter brought his attention back to you when you hung your head low, the hoodie still in your hands.
Tony and Stephen looked at each other and could've melted on the spot, both their littles were getting along so well and they couldn't be more happy. They watched Peter, who was helping you putting on the blue hoodie, giving you a kiss on your cheek.
He took your hand again and made you twirl around one time. "It looks gweat on you!"
You giggled and Peter now took the chance to take you to his room to finally play all the games he had in mind.
"You know, your little Casanova here is the reason she's a giggling and blushing mess every time I say his name," Tony said while crossing his arms.
"They're faster than us..." Stephen said and turned on his heel, making his way to the kitchen with Tony not far behind.
"Then I guess we have to catch up on them." Tony winked at him.
Since that day they have to keep an eye on you and Peter because Stephen noticed that a lot of Peter's clothes went missing more often and he put two and two together when he found a box full of colorful bracelets. He figured out that probably every time you gift the boy something he exchanges his clothes to return the favor.
It took Tony and Stephen 2 hours to explain to you both that Peter just can't give you all his clothes.
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space-mermaid-writing · 5 months
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IronStrange fics update
Okay, since it will probably still be some time until I feed you some new stories, I thought I could at least tell you what I'm working on. (And with working on I mean actively writing it as well as imagining it in my head.)
There's this Vampire!Stephen and Werewolf!Tony AU I just finished. You will hear about it soon.
Also, while this is all IronStrange, I do have a Doctor Strange x Reader project going on I want to work on more. (Don't mind me trying to multitask everything all at once)
Anyway... IronStrange fic projects under the cut :) I'm open for plot bunnies for these projects.
King and Consort ♛ (aka the arranged marriage AU) <Tony stepped to the window, peering down below as the crowds gathered, already celebrating. He loved his people and desired to protect them, had vowed with his life to serve them.
As a prince he had become trusted by his people, stood his ground in his fathers court and shown them he was his own prince and not just another carbon copy of the Stark's rulers.
As their King, he was to fulfill that promise and duty to them by taking a spouse.
As a man, he was nervous. He didn't like the unexpected and the marriage agreements had been carefully and meticulously planned out with Kamar-Taj’s representative by his most trusted advisor, Pepper. All he knew about his husband-to-be was, written on paper, his name, Stephen Strange, Prince of Kamar-Taj.
The foreign realm was known for its sorcerers and even if it was rare for a royal member to become well trained in the magical field, Strange had joined them as a well trained and skilled sorcerer.>
Mostly plotted and partly written. I'll probably try to finish this next.
Belly dancer AU this one is mostly smut. I just want to put Stephen into lots of jewelry and beautiful clothes, and having him seduce Tony with his dance. Stephen's hips don’t lie.
Gladiator fighting AU What if instead of the Hulk it was Tony who crashed on Sakaar? Forced to fight in the arena. He meets a healer slash wizard who is also a human stranded on the planet. Can they unite their forces and escape together? Or will Tony be beaten to death in the arena?
A lot of hurt/comfort and whump.
Tony is strong but only parts of his suit survived the crash. And compared to the big, broad aliens he is set up for fighting, he knows he is not the brawniest. But he knows how to work a crowd and having the crowds favor gives him some advantages. So he is all showy and flashy while trying to win the fights… or at least to not die. It also catches the eye of the Grandmaster. And that can be a dangerous thing.
Fae AU Stephen is king of the winter court; a realm that is very secluded. The other realms eye it with suspicion, because they are sure that Strange killed the previous ruler, the Ancient One. (Also, Stephen refuses to talk to anyone outside of his realm and is a sad loner) That is until one day the king of summer is found in the winter’s forest, barely conscious. Can Tony melt his frozen heart?
Timestone!Stephen AU Following the MCU’s timeline from Siberia to Thanos. Enemies to Tony-learns-to-unhate-magic to Lovers. It also includes time travel.
I’m currently plotting this. I just wanted something with an overpowered Stephen with a deep love for Tony. Not sure how I am going to manage it, because I'm several pages into plotting and so far Stephen is just cursing the Eye of Agamotto for not working properly. Help.
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boop-le-snoot · 3 years
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PARTY FAVOURS I CHAPTER 34
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A little bit of plot, but mostly ironstrange x reader filthy porn. Bukkake stuff. Stephen finally opening up a lil bit, I mean... I've slept through a 1/3 of a hospital and lemme tell you, doctors are kinky bastards. On the same note, there's definitely going to be a chapter where all three men are involved after the plot shit is resolved.
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There was something big brewing. I had a hunch... which was more like a strong sense of doom... hanging over me and the rest of the world. Peter also had noticed the sudden spike in anxiety, quoting the sudden disappearance of many low-tier mutants from the streets. Usually, Peter dealt with at least a few enhanced enemies during his patrols but the closer it got to Christmas, the less enhanced bothered with small-time crimes, the more intense the buzzing of his Spidey sense became.
Now that my immediate lack of income wasn't a problem anymore, I set business onto that damn mercenary. I was no spy, I was no SHIELD operative but... I could be very clever.
First things first, I had to make sure I would stay alive no matter what. A subdermal tracker was a good guarantee of security and I spent many hours making one - having to keep it a secret was incredibly hard, I hated lying to my loves and I hated avoiding Wanda even more - I was constantly on the edge around the telepath, hyperfocused on keeping up the pretense of normalcy.
I wouldn't be me if I couldn't successfully pull off a whole ass façade. Unfortunately, the continued failures of the people searching left and right for the mercenary only fueled my strength for the inevitable fuck-fest that I would have to create in order to make sure my people get the peace they fucking deserve. The web of lies grew in size every damn day.
Subdermal tracker, an implant that reports directly to Friday upon activation. It hurt like a bitch - I had cut myself open, an inch wide gash on the inside of my forearm - and put it in without any anesthesia in my own bathroom, not even thinking twice before making up a lie that I had been careless in the lab and hurt myself.
An antidote to common tranquilizers, creating it gave me a headache the size of Moscow but I'd been successful; Tony assembled the whole team when he found it out, offering me a ridiculous amount of money for the formula. It was weird. SHIELD was interested, too, and I had to witness Tony and Coulson argue. Apparently, the agency wanted to recruit me and Tony was adamantly against it, totally forgetting the promise Natasha had given me. In the end, the spy and Coulson shared a quiet conversation and the man left, respectfully complimenting my skills.
I sold the formula to Stark Industries, unable to get rid of the weirdness of the situation. I had to shake hands with my own boyfriend and his ex-girlfriend... In a business setting. What. Just what. Bucky and Stephen couldn't stop laughing at the face I made all throughout that day - and Clint even went as far as to bake me a gag cake, a cartooney handshake drawn in frosting on top of it. I hit him with a spatula, Loki smiled in his direction for the first time in, like, ever. It was a trip and Tony had way too much fun with the incident.
Perhaps, turning myself into a cyborg stew wasn't the best plan that was possible to think up in a few weeks' time but I've never claimed to be exceptionally intelligent; if anything, I've always considered myself to be a moderately educated idiot. It is common knowledge that there are two halves of a whole idiot: my second half was on his way from California, having had received my very detailed e-mail about the whole cursed box fiasco and the consequences that followed. I could barely contain my excitement at the prospect of seeing uncle Eddie and his symbiote again.
Tony wasn't even half as excited; if anything, he bordered on outright hostile, bickering, and sassing everybody left and right. It could have been the situation at hand finally getting on his last nerves. It could have been his jealousy, the same that appeared every time I paid extra attention to someone that wasn't him, Bruce or Stephen. Either way, Bruce was sighing all the time now and Stephen's remarks began to fill with poison once again.
Just like the good old times, I guess. I was forced to pull a Me over and over, interrupting their petty arguments with increasingly absurd remarks. I felt like everybody was laughing at me these days, which ended in only one way it could have...
"Brat," Stephen's patience was paper-thin and, being forcefully distracted from yelling at Tony, he directed his angst at the nearest person - me. "I oughta put you over my knee. I swear to Cosmos..."
"Blah, blah, blah. Don't you ever get tired of listening to yourself talk?" I raised my eyebrows, tone deceptively calm. "You're talking too much for someone who can't even..." I didn't get to finish my sentence, suddenly finding my mouth firmly glued shut. It was magic - the sensation was pulling, but not unpleasant. Reminded me of a ball gag Tony had used on me in the early days of our relationship.
"Now, Dumbledore, hold your horses..." Tony interjected looking none-too-happy. The engineer placed a warning arm on the sorcerer's bicep, their little spat seemingly forgotten.
"What, Tony? She's been nothing but a mouthy urchin the past few days, I can't stand it anymore," They shared a meaningful look; no matter how much Tony wanted to argue, he knew Stephen was right. What he didn't know was that there probably have been a magic versus science altercation... Or worse. Humiliation was a small price to pay for some (relative) peace.
I did what I do best. I annoyed them further, throwing up a juicy middle finger to the two men and turned around with a huff, mind set on finding Loki to undo the mute ban Stephen gave me. Needless to say, I didn't make it very far.
In mere seconds, I was sandwiched between the two men, Stephen's finger delicately holding my chin to force me to look into his eyes. Tony was holding onto my shoulders from behind me - I could feel the tension, my engineer was almost buzzing with it. I was pretty sure my eyes were laughing anyway because Stephen's frown slowly transformed into a coy smirk once his stormy blues focused on my face.
"Brat," He repeated once again. "She's doing this on purpose."
"I can't say I'm surprised," Tony's breath tickled the nape of my neck. "That does sound like our little Princess," Apparently, it took all of a 0.1 second for Tony to switch from annoyed to horny. Men, they were so easy to play. "Baby, if you wanted our attention you could have just said so," He chastised me, hands sliding down to my waist.
I hummed, and then aggressively hummed some more until Stephen removed the magical gag. "Not like you'd notice it, being occupied with tearing each other's hair out," I pouted.
The sorcerer briefly averted his eyes, leaning down to softly kiss my pout. It was very unlikely I'd get an actual apology but a kiss I won't be complaining about either. "So, your best tactic was to annoy us even more? How does that work out for you?"
I pulled on the tied fabric around his waist, bringing him closer to me. "Pretty good, if I'm being honest. You're exactly where I wanted you to be," Carelessly, I began untying the layers of silks and cotton I had become intimately familiar with over the course of the past few weeks. Most of the time Steph wore his wizard garbs and while figuring out how to undo them was a trip at first, I had gotten him desperate enough a few times, for him to show me a few tips and tricks for easier access.
Tony snorted somewhere behind me. "You just want us for our bodies," His hands wormed their way under my shirt, brushing the underside of my breasts. Bra? Hardly know her. "Our beautiful, sexy bodies." Yes Tony, very humble.
"When will you learn, people?" I asked rhetorically, simultaneously leaning into both Tony's and Stephen's touch. "Why fight each other when you could be fucking me into oblivion instead?"
Stephen snorted, still not completely used to the at times crude things that left my (and occasionally Tony's) mouth. I had a hunch the sorcerer was holding back somewhat - for whatever reason - and I was eagerly waiting for him to get comfortable enough to reveal that special part of himself. Whatever it was, I just knew it was delicious and sinful and-
"Do you really think I will be giving you what you want after your little... Stunt?" Steph went balls out; his voice dropped and the intensity of his stare left me breathless. The hand that was stroking my face wrapped around my throat as he had some sort of a silent conversation with Tony.
"Yeah," I emphasized the word with an inaudible 'duh' behind it but obediently trotted along as Stephen backed up towards the couch, leading me by the throat like a pet on a leash. I was steadily going into 'no thoughts, head empty' territory.
"I like it when you get all bossy," Tony remarked casually but he was close enough for me to hear the strain in his voice. Every time we fucked, Tony eagerly gave up the control to Stephen. I definitely saw the appeal. Stephen Strange demanded authority effortlessly, his stern but fair attitude simply demanded to kneel.
That's just what I did. As soon as Stephen made himself comfortable on the Italian leather couch, I dropped to my knees, looking up at the man with big round eyes. Just like Tony and Bruce, Stephen had his own weaknesses when it came to moi and I wasn't ashamed to exploit them. Steph's stroked my hair, carding careful fingers through it, slowly unbuttoning his pants with his other hand.
"If you insist on being mouthy, I have a better task for you," He husked, pulling me closer towards him. I called it his doctor voice. Honestly, I don't have a clue how his surgical team could be around him with their pants on back in the day... The man was a snack on a silver platter.
Steph's erection sprang free. I didn't hesitate to wrap my hand around it, stroking the underside of his glans just like he liked it, looking to the side where Tony landed on the couch next to Stephen, a curious look on his face. Yeah, Tony liked to watch. Me and Stephen or me and Bruce... Me and Stephen and Bruce? That's an idea for later.
"Don't mind little old me," Tony smirked his trademark Stark mischief, getting comfortable, ditching his oil-stained shirt and unbuttoning his pants to lazily palm himself through his boxers. "Carry on," The smirk only grew when Tony noticed both me and Steph eyeing him with amusement.
I hid my grin, nodding my head, before wrapping my lips around the tip of Stephen's cock, relaxing my throat to prepare for the intrusion. Sweet and salty, the slit on his cockhead was mercilessly teased by the tip of my tongue.
Stephen murmured encouragements under his breath as I began to bob up and down, him controlling the pace with a hand in my hair, just the right balance between cruel and gentle. The sorcerer was always too good to me, bringing me to the point of overstimulation and instantly soothing the ache afterward; "Fuck, darling, your mouth feels like heaven," He groaned as I snuck a look upwards to see his lips parted and a steady flush crawling up his neck.
"She knows how to work a man, doesn't she?" Tony's lust had him panting, hips moving into his own hand. He leaned closer to Stephen, brushing my hair behind my ear with a tender hand. "Merlin needs to share," Tony began pulling me in his direction. I reluctantly let go of Stephen's cock, keeping up the pace with my hand as I scooted closer to Tony to be able to mouth at his stiff erection.
Watching me suck cock always got Tony hard enough to pound nails with. I couldn't blame him, I knew what I could do and did well; by the time I made my way down his thick flesh, drool was dripping down my chin and the make-up around my eyes was surely smeared by tears. My engineer was much less gentle than Steph, pounding my face without reservations.
"I know you can take it, baby girl, fuck," My face was held in his strong grip, thumbs digging into my jaw. "Such a good girl," The two words went straight down to my pussy and I had to squirm and clench my thighs together, whining at the lack of friction.
The air was pierced by a low moan - Stephen was fisting his erection almost desperately now, almost as desperately as I was humping the air, whining like a bitch in heat at the taste of Tony's cock in my mouth. I knew neither of the men would last long, not with all that pent up tension running through their minds and bodies.
"Fuck, come here, baby girl," The engineer yanked me off his cock, gripping the base of it so forcefully his knuckles turned white. I was all but dragged into the space between them; still kneeling, barely seeing with snot and tears smeared all over my face, I couldn't hold in the broken moan as the realization set in.
"Keep your eyes open!" Steph instructed furiously, scooting to tower over me. Tony followed in his steps as I obediently lifted my eyes to their cocks and then their faces; nearly identical furrowed brow expressions stared back at me, lips moist and eyes wide. Both men stroked themselves with renewed vigor.
I hummed softly before sticking out my tongue; their reaction didn't let me wait long. Strings of pearly white cum landed in my hair, on my face; I felt the warmth on my skin and tasted their salt and musk on the tip of my tongue, reflexively swallowing each and every drop that landed in my mouth, savoring it just like I savored the sinful groans that left their mouths.
"Fuck, you're so good to us," Tony panted, gracelessly falling backward onto the couch.
Stephen, however, didn't hurry to catch his breath, giving me a thoughtful look. His fingers shook more than ever but he paid no mind to the discomfort, gathering the cum dripping down my face with two fingers and offering it to me, holding them up to my lips as I gently cleaned them off. And he did it again, and again, until Tony gave a weak moan of recognition, throwing an arm under his head.
"Be polite, Princess," Stephen's voice hadn't lost the lust in it just yet.
"Thank you, sir," I mumbled, utterly captivated by the way he was looking at me. Stormy blues radiated a strong sense of intensity, devotion perhaps, that I wasn't ready for.
Stephen smiled at me, almost coyly, before kneeling right next to me and bringing me over the edge with a few sharp, clever movements of his hand. I held onto his shoulders for dear life, barely noticing Tony's reaction - if there was one - my other lover seemed to be as surprised as I was, choosing to hang back and observe the unusual situation.
I had a feeling that whatever it was, it would make another appearance during our playtime. It wasn't just sex, it wasn't making love - it was... Something. I loved every second of it.
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A Fourth One
Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader x Stephen Strange , some implied Surprise Avenger x Reader
Warnings: Fluff, cursing, topic towards the end may not be for everyone
Word Count: 4,287
Notes: This is my first ever IronStrange x Reader fic. I hope you like it and enjoy! GIFs are not mine. If you happen to re-blog, like or comment, thank you! I appreciate you. 
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You’ve been looking forward to reading this book for weeks now, but you’ve been stuck on the same page for the past hour.
You’re seated on your favorite chair at the Compound--much like Cobonpue’s bloom ones, only this was larger, fluffier. It’s situated by one of the giant picture windows that faced the lake. It was fair outside, the early morning sun casting a soft glow over everything it touched.
On any given day, this would have been perfect, but you’re grumpy.
“Making plans then changing them last minute. Jerks,” you mutter.
You kick yourself--as you always do during these self reflections--for even agreeing to be in a relationship with Tony No-Time-for-Anybody Stark and Stephen Always-Busy-Protecting-Sanctums Strange.
You didn’t want to be needy, because you weren’t. But these were peaceful times; the nightmare of the end of the world far behind.
You don’t even want to think about it but the memory barges in anyway.
The horror of watching Stephen slowly fade; not a single tear from you because you’re there, too, feeling everything and nothing all at once.
What a cruel place to be at the end of it all, a strange planet. Your heart breaks before you turn to dust; Stephen gone, fear in Tony’s eyes. You find solace that he remains in place despite the cry he lets out. And you try to reach him but you’re falling, so he runs to you.
“I won that bet, love,” you croak.
Tony is wailing. Shouting, begging, pleading ‘no’ over and over.
“It’s the end of the world, and I still love you, with all of--”
And then nothingness.
Your heart hammers in your chest. It’s ironic. You never have nightmares of that dark past, but when they do come, you’re always fully aware--always in a conscious state.
You drop the book. There’s no point in reading it now; your mood is ruined.
A floating small silver ball hovers, a faint violet light scanning you.
“Good morning, Agent Y/L/N. How are you doing today?”
“Urgh. Go away, FRIDAY.”
“Negative. Mr. Stark insists he gets an answer.”
“Mr. Stark can ask me himself.” You leave the comforts of the chair and decide to head out.
“He’s rather busy right now. Though your vitals scan show a spike in heart rate and blood pressure, which alarmed Mr. Stark.”
“I’m still standing, aren’t I?” You make your way to the staircases which no one really uses.
“If I may inquire, where are you headed, Agent Y/L/N?”
“Out.”
“That’s rather vague. Mr. Stark has instructions against letting you out of the Compound. You may want to reconsider.”
“I may want to, but I won’t.”
You glare at the hovering device and slam the door of the staircase access. It’s quite a long way down but you manage to find the exit soon enough.
You emerge from the far end of the building, the side facing away from the lake.
This area is very discreet and almost no one passes by here, which is why you’re surprised to see Carol Danvers making her way to you.
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“Care?! You’re here!”
She lights up and you do a quick hug. “Just visiting.” Then she narrows her eyes at you. “Why are you here? As far as I know, I’m the only one who uses this way as an entrance.”
You laugh. “Well this is my quick exit starting today. Hey, would you mind giving me a ride to the city?”
“Y/N, I just got here. My car’s all the way there,” she points to the opposite side of the Compound.
“No. I mean you give me a ride to the city. Pretty please? Time is of the essence!”
“Hey, I’m not a rental!” She exclaims before adding, “What’s going on?” Concern on her face.
“I know! You’re a badass superhero who happens to fly. And… I’m kinda evading Tony. FRIDAY says he has some “instructions” against me leaving the Compound, so I’m gonna do exactly that.”
She scoffs. “What kind of bullshit order is that?”   
“Right?! So what do you say?”
Her expression turns serious, then she sighs. “Y/N if you think I’m just gonna help you defy Stark’s orders…”
She shakes her head before grinning.
“Then you’re absolutely right.”
You squeal in delight. “Yes!”
“Come on, take my hand.” You take it then she wraps your right arm around her waist--having you side by side--before finally taking flight.
You land in a discreet alley. It’s deserted, but you hear music and smell a variety of aromas nearby.
“Wow. That was not my best idea.” You chuckle, still feeling a little dizzy.
“Yeah? That’s why they say be careful what you wish for.” Carol says smirking.
Oh, Carol Susan Jane. How unfair is it that you manage to look glorious in jeans and a plain black top after a flight like that? You try to reorient yourself with the ground. Momentarily you feel bile rise up, but it subsides. 
You follow the scent of promising good food to distract yourself. “God, is that seafood I smell? Please let it be seafood.”
Carol looks incredulous. “Seafood at 8 a.m. Really?”
“What? You the breakfast police?”
“With that choice I think I might be.” She scrunches her face.
Just as you’re about to exit the alley, a round spark materializes before you.
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“Wha--” Carol stops in her tracks.
“Damnit!” you mutter just as Stephen emerges from the portal.
This is so uncommon that you take time to process everything. Despite his wizard abilities, Stephen always made sure to travel to New York like a normal person.
“Are you out of your mind?!” He’s not yelling, but the tone of his voice stings. He throws you an accusatory look as the portal behind him closes. He’s clearly mad about something.
“Hey, what’s your problem?” Carol demands.
Stephen turns to her. “Hi, Carol. Now that you’ve asked nicely, let me just say that Tony and I do not appreciate the stunt you pulled just now.” He enunciates his words and offers a sarcastic smile.
Carol is about to argue but you interrupt her. “I asked her to take me here, Stephen.” You glare at him. “What are you doing here, anyway?”
His jaw clenches. “You asked her?”
You raise your eyebrow at him. You stand your ground. You are not repeating yourself.
He looks back and forth between you and Carol and seems to want to say something more, but he doesn’t. He sighs instead and pinches the bridge of his nose.
“Okay, sweetheart. I’m sorry. Please, will you come back with me to the Compound?” He takes a step toward you. It’s only then that you get to take in how he’s wearing a pale blue button down paired with dark jeans. His hair’s quite a mess. A hint of stubble already forming.
You want to give him shit for his tone earlier, but you hold it back. Oh, how you missed him! He touches your left arm and snakes his other hand on your waist, eyes pleading.
You’re about to respond when Carol clears her throat. “I’ll meet you back there, Y/N. See you later.” She goes back further down the alley then she’s gone in a flash.
Turning back to him you say, “Okay.”
He leads you out of the alley and you both stand at the sidewalk.
“We’re not going through?” You wonder. You assumed that since that’s how he came here, you’ll portal your way home.
“No. We’re waiting for Happy.”
Your brow furrows but you don’t say anything. Now that you’re reflecting on it, it makes you think. Did something bad happen? Could there be another threat out there? Your blood runs cold.
“Why is this such a big deal?!” You blurt out.
Stephen is not surprised by your sudden exclamation. “Because. Tony wanted you to stay at home. And you defy him by escaping like a--for the lack of a better term--horny teenager.”
“Excuse me?!” You groan. “First of all, he didn’t want me to stay at home. He ordered me to. I don’t know, is this an era where women are treated as objects again?! And second, we made plans! I thought we were gonna stay in today and laze around like we haven’t done in a while. But what do you do? You both cancel. Tony’s chosen some shit project to tinker with again and you’re off to some-God knows-where location, making shitty excuses as to why you can’t come home. So, I’ve settled to do some random thing to entertain myself with and Carol was there. And wow, somehow that’s enough reason for you to show up.”
You usually have your temper under control, but today is different. Once the dam broke, the words just kept rushing out.
Panic and guilt crosses Stephen’s face. Before he could say anything, a black sedan stops in front of you.
You wordlessly climb at the backseat, Stephen following suit.
“Hi, Y/N, Stephen!” Happy greets cheerily.
“Hi, Happy.” You say back lacking the energy. Stephen offers him the same greeting. Sensing the tension, Happy drives away in silence.
You’re looking out your side’s window when you feel Stephen move closer to you. You choose to ignore him, but he takes your right hand and clasp it.
It’s a while before he speaks.
“Sweetheart, baby, please look at me.” He pleads. But you’re stubborn as hell.
He kisses your hair, smells it like he usually does, then moves his lips over the inside of your ear. “Please, sweetheart. I am sorry,” he whispers. The bastard! Warmth spreads from where he whispers those words to the rest of your body. Knowing full well his effect on you, he kisses down to your neck then to the sweet spot near your shoulder.
You stifle a moan and squeeze his thighs. “Okay, okay! Just…” you finally look at him then motion for him to move away a little. You squeeze his hands.
“I’m sorry, baby.” He says again, this time eye to eye.
“Okay.” You whisper.
There’s an intensity that burns in his gaze and before you know it he’s kissing you. At first it’s tender, but then you hug him and suddenly he’s a wild man, hungry, thirsty.
“God, I’ve missed you.” He says as he catches his breath. You’re not even given the chance to reply because he’s kissing you again, fervor all the same. I missed you too, love.
You feel his hands travel down from your hip to your thigh and it makes you weak--you melt in him. The world around you almost disappears, you’re lost in each other, but Happy clears his throat.
The kiss is broken so suddenly that you feel lightheaded. You look out the window as you’re entering the Compound.
“Thanks, Happy.” You say before you step out of the car, Stephen helping you out.
“You’re always welcome, Y/N.” Then he drives off again.
You’ve just entered the foyer when Tony marches towards you, a stern look on his face.
“What were you thinking!?”
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You sigh in frustration. You’ve been through this with Stephen. You’re not stressing about it again.
“You’re overreacting, Tony.”
You walk past him and head for the elevator. He’s there close at your heels. Stephen lagging behind.
“I am certainly not! I told you to stay--”
“No. FRIDAY told me. You couldn’t be bothered, remember?” You didn’t intend to make it sound bitter, but it comes out that way.
You begrudgingly press your floor’s button and lean on the wall. It’s just the three of you in the confined space.
“I--”
The elevator dings as you reach your floor, cutting Tony off, and you stomp out towards your apartment.
“Don’t yell at her, Tony.” You hear Stephen say.
“I’m not!” Tony retorts.
You open your door and get in without bothering to look back at them. You close the door behind you.
You trudge to your bed, feeling exhausted all of a sudden and lie down. You hear Tony and Stephen arguing on the other side but their words are muffled by the barrier.
What a morning, you think. Then the arguing stops.
You hear the door open and someone comes in. Tony, you guess. The bed dips behind you and a whiff of metal, fresh linens, pears, wood, and coconut confirms your suspicion.
“Go away,” you grumble.
You feel him lie down too and move over to you. Then a hand wraps around your waist, warmth flooding your back.
“Sweetheart, baby, I’m sorry. You’re right, I overreacted.” He whispers, voice sincere.
What?! Your boyfriends may be unpredictable as hell, but one thing you know for sure is that Tony almost never yields. Never this easily. Your concern from earlier gnaws at you.
You turn to face him, the sudden movement throwing his back on the bed.
“What’s going on? Is something threatening the world again?” You whisper, not really wanting to hear the answer to that.
Tony’s expression changes to confusion. He brings himself up again to one elbow, matching you. “Baby, there’s no threat. Why would you think that?”
You narrow your eyes at him. It’s easy to catch him in a lie, but there’s nothing on his face that indicates he’s lying.
“You and Stephen are acting like there is a threat out there. He came through a portal! He never does that unless it’s an emergency.”
Tony chuckles, but then he sees the panic in your eyes and he caresses your cheek. “Baby, I assure you, everything’s fine.” He kisses your forehead, traces his lips to your nose, then plants a soft kiss to your lips. He looks at you again. “I’m sorry.”
“You’re sure?”
“I am sure. I promise.” He smiles and your heart is calm again.
The irritation from earlier fades and it’s replaced with a desire to touch him so you do. You let your hands roam and his breath hitches. You smirk, then when you can no longer hold it, kiss him. There’s nothing sweet or innocent about it; you devour him. He kisses back but it’s not the same. There’s no life in it.
You draw back. “What?”
He sighs. Then look past your head, not making eye contact. “Of all people, Carol? Really?”
“Seriously?” You groan, then lie on your back and glare at the ceiling. Stephen didn’t make it an issue--at least not that way--but it’s always a deal with Tony. You look back at him. “She happened to be there, love. Hell, if it was Sam or Rhodey, I’d ask them. I just needed a ride.”
There’s a resigned look on his face. “You couldn’t drive like a normal person?”
You raise your brow at him. “I don’t know, there was this annoying AI ordered by some psycho to trail me. I had to get out, fast.” You attempt to look serious, but fail and laugh instead.
“Psycho, huh?” His voice turns husky. There’s a tingling on your toes. He grabs you closer to him, his hard chest and strong arms blanketing you. He nuzzles your neck and his beard tickles you. You giggle. Something stirs between you and he dips his head and trail kisses further down your neck, eliciting more giggles.
Then the door swings open.
“I knew this was taking longer than necessary.” Stephen walks in, arms crossed.
You try to say something, but you squeal instead because Tony’s not letting up on the kisses.
“Tony, love,” you plead breathless. “Stop it.” You look over his shoulder and see Stephen standing there, unmoving. Help, you mouth at him.
Just punch him, he mouths back, miming a left jab and donning a wicked grin on his face.
Your giggles turns to a boisterous laugh. Tony looks up at you then to Stephen. He frowns and sits up. “Honey, must you ruin this for me? You’ve had your turn.”
Stephen’s grin is wiped from his face and your eyes widen. Tony smirks. “You two never learn, do you?” He looks pointedly at Stephen. “I taste you so easily on her,” he turns to you, “and vice versa.”
“Well I’ve missed him so bad. You know he’s almost never around.” You say defensively.
“Hey!” Stephen protests, betrayed. He walks over to the bed and sits at the edge. “And don’t you give me crap about being unable to control kissing our girl, honey. You’re the one who’s always here with her and you manage to take it for granted every damn time.”
“No, I don’t.” Tony replies, hurt in his eyes.
They stare each other down before Stephen lets out an exasperated sigh. “This is not how we planned for today to go.”
Tony offers him a small smile. “No, it’s not.” He reaches out for Stephen’s hand and they interlace their fingers.
“Does this mean we can stay all day in bed like we intended to?” You whisper.
“Yes, sweetheart. But first we have to show you something,” Stephen says. He stands and Tony hops off the bed. They both look at you expectantly.
“I don’t know, I’m kind of really loving where I am right now.” You dramatically dissolve into the mattress, faking a yawn.
Tony chuckles. “Come now, baby. We’ll have all the time later. I promise. And I mean it this time.”
You sit up abruptly and hop off. “Oooh, I love it when you mean things.” You look at them both. “Let’s go then.”
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Tony brings you to his Invention Lair, as you called it. It’s darker here, more blue and other colored lights from devices aglow than there is natural light.
You rarely come down here, mostly because when Tony tinkers, he’s not really your Tony. You glance at Stephen and you figure he has the same thoughts. He’s regarding the space like you do--feeling more intruding than visiting.
He stops at a dark section and turns to face you. You notice the nervous look he sneaks on Stephen before looking back at you.
“Y/N, baby, I love you. We both love you.”
Whatever he wanted to say, that is not what you expect. “I love you too,” you’re confused and surprised so the reply comes out a faint whisper. “You’re scaring me, what’s going on?”
Tony takes a deep breath, then turns on the light. At the center of the cramped room is a futuristic looking box. It’s hard to tell at first because the whole thing is transparent, but light catches on the soft curved edges, making its outline known. At this angle you see that it’s hollow--a box without a cover.
“Okay I don’t want to sound stupid but… it’s a box.”
Tony grins. “Not quite.” He grabs a small rectangular device from the table nearby and presses something. There’s a whirring sound before the box lights up a soft blue glow. You realize the transparent--is that glass? acrylic?--sides are screens, letters, numbers and icons glowing.
“Wow. That’s..” You try to find the word to describe it but fail. You still can’t figure out what that thing is.
You hear Stephen sniffle behind you and say, “It’s a crib.”
“A crib.” You repeat.
“Yes.” Tony’s voice croaks. As if this day couldn’t get any weirder, you see him teary-eyed. “Honey?” He looks past you at Stephen.
You feel Stephen walk up to you and he takes your hand, cupping your cheek with his other one.
“Sweetheart, baby… we think you’re pregnant.”
You feel your heart skip a beat. What Stephen says doesn’t register immediately because the world stills; you forget to breathe.
“You think I’m what?!” It comes out in a rush. Panic evident.
They both look at you, a weird combination of determination and nervousness in their eyes, but they don’t say anything.
“No” Not denial, just a plain statement. “I’m supposed to know more about that, right?” Uncertainty, a trembling voice.
They exchange a glance. “Sweetheart, you remember how you’ve been crazy about avocado your entire life?” Tony asks, walking close to you. “Then suddenly, last week after I’ve bought you an entire batch of them, you can’t stop retching?”
“I think we agreed that was a bad batch.” Your voice quivers.
Tony smiles a soft smile. “You’ve been having nausea for two weeks now.”
You had, but you always assumed that was all the stress and random food you’ve been eating lately.
“And may I remind you of the heart attack you almost gave Sergeant Barnes when you fainted in the middle of that recon mission in Bogotá last Sunday? He thought you were dying when you had extreme cramps in the quinjet on the way home.” Stephen chimes in. He turns to Tony, “You’d think we’re the drama queens--then there’s Barnes.”
Tony raises his brows at that. “Focus, honey.”
Stephen turns back to you, hope shines in his eyes. “How late are you, baby?”
You’re blindsided by the question because you haven’t thought much about it until now. Oh. Could it really be? God. How late am I? You wrack your brain as you trace the last you remember of your period. Shit. Has it really been two months?
You don’t realize you’re crying until Stephen croons. “Shhh, sweetheart, we’re here. It’s okay.” He wraps you in a hug. Somehow it makes you cry harder.
Is this the moment they write about in songs? One about finding something you thought you’d never find? Could I really deserve this kind of happiness? And just as you ask that, dread washes over.
“Oh, love,” you say to both of them, in between sobs. “I want this so bad. I never thought I’d want it but I do know now. But… what if you’re wrong?” You regret saying it because the fear that grips your heart is unimaginable.
Tony kisses the top of your head. “Then baby, let’s find out.”
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Your world swirls. Ten weeks. At least that’s what Dr. Varshavski--Stephen’s friend--said. You’ve been carrying a new life for that long.
You’re seated at the doctor’s office. Unlike the hospital halls, Dr. Varshavski’s space is homey. Stephen and Tony has been barraging the young doctor with questions but you’re having a hard time focusing, lost in your thoughts.
I’m going to be a mom. Technically, I am already.
“Sweetheart?” Tony asks, rubbing your back. Your reverie is interrupted.
“What? I’m-I’m so sorry. I was just…” you stammer.
Stephen touches your hand reassuringly. “Baby, did you hear what Viktor said?”
“No, I’m sorry.” Tears fall again before you could stop yourself. “I’m so so so sorry. I should be more responsible than this. And now I’m just a mess.”
Viktor’s eyes are soft, understanding. “It’s okay, Y/N. I was just informing Stephen and Tony that what you have right now is a rare pregnancy.”
You nod. “Rare how?”
“It’s called superfetation. It’s a phenomenon when an already pregnant woman conceives again, leaving the development of two embryos of different ages. In your case, the two are three weeks apart.”
You freeze. Two? I didn’t even think I deserved one and now I got two? The thought scares you to death and warms your heart at the same time.
“That’s…” you start sobbing again but this time you don’t care. “That’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard.”
“It is, isn’t it?” Stephen agrees, tears in his eyes.
It’s an imbroglio, the three of you. Crying and trying to touch as much of each other in the small space.
Another thought occurs to you. “Wait, how do we know whose is it?”
Viktor smiles. “We’ll have to do more tests, but as these two asked me earlier, the superfetation case makes it possible for the two to have different fathers.”
Your eyes widen. You look at Stephen.
“Sweetheart, that’s science working right there. The case is rare, but there have been similar occurrences in the past. Before I came here, I was actually visiting one of those cases.”
“Oh.” You turn to the doctor. “Will.. they be safe?”
“You’ll have to come in for regular check ups, of course. But so long as there are no complications, it’s generally a normal pregnancy.”
You nod wordlessly. Stephen and Tony have a few more questions before you are sent home. The drive back to the Compound is silent, as is the elevator ride to your apartment. You sit on the bed.
“You were busy because of that futuristic crib project of yours.” You regard Tony. He nods.
“And you were away again because of research for… this?” You ask Stephen. He nods.
“That’s why you were both freaking out.” Then the sobbing comes again. “Oh God… *sob* I’ve been giving you… *hiccup* crap about cancelling today and now I’m actually *sobs* the crappy one in all this.”
They huddle over you. “Baby, you’re carrying our kids. You’re more than allowed to be anything you want.” Stephen kisses your hair.
“And you’re stubborn as hell, but never crappy.” Tony teases.
You laugh softly. “It scares me to be this happy.”
“As it does scare us, baby.” They say.
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You lie down, feet still dangling at the side of the bed. They do the same, all three of you staring at the ceiling.
“I love you.” It’s always Stephen who says it first; a man who knows the power of time and the things it can take in an instant.
“I love you.” Your turn always comes next; a reply to one and a declaration to the other.
“I love you.” Tony says last; always the one who says it with the most passion, the most meaning--it resonates until the next time you’re together.
Then, for the first time ever, a fourth one. “I love you.” You say again, touching your belly.
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Don’t Take My Sunshine Away
Summary: After the events of Civil War, Y/N Rogers-Stark falls into depression with Tony being the only thing she has left until he too is gone.
Pairings: Tony Stark x Daughter!Reader, Steve Rogers x Daughter!Reader, Platonic-Avengers x Reader, Peter Parker x Sister!Reader, Divorced-Stony, Engaged-Stucky, Engaged-IronStrange
Warnings: Mental Illness/Depression, Self-Hate, Suicide Attempt, Suicidal Thoughts
Author’s Note: My first Female!Reader insert is angsty as hell (sorry). This One Shot focuses on real problems that I’ve struggled and still struggle with so yeah, if anyone wants to talk I’m always here. Some contents in this text could be triggering to some, more warnings will be placed before and after the attempt is over.
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You didn’t think anything of it when you found out your father, Steve Rogers, found his long lost friend Bucky Barnes. He told you plenty of stories about Bucky, and honestly you were eager to meet him.
What you didn’t expect though, was your father ditching his family to search for him and then leaving once he found out his ‘feelings’ for Bucky never went away.
You didn’t expect the huge fight that occurred when The Accords came and your fathers chose different sides.
You wish you would’ve known that would’ve been the end to their marriage.
It’s been four years since the so called ‘Civil War’ and your parents were happily divorced, though, in your eyes, things just became increasingly worse.
Your favorite Aunts and Uncles which included Natasha, Clint, Wanda, Sam, and Vision were all gone. Natasha and Sam in Wakanda with Steve. Wanda and Vision somewhere in a different continent and after Clint had been freed he lost all contact with Tony.
A year after the divorce your parents had a huge custody battle which ended with Harley leaving with Steve and you and Peter staying with Tony.
Two years after the divorce you realized you would never see your little brother and other father ever again, in those two years your father also met Stephen Strange, a former neurological surgeon, who was also a powerful sorcerer.
Fours years after the divorce your father, Tony, announced his engagement to Stephen while Harley somehow managed to contact you and Peter to let you guys know Bucky and Steve we’re getting married.
The worst thing within those four years was the distance you felt growing between you and your once happily makeshift family.
You didn’t speak to your aunts and uncles, neither did you speak to your father but Tony and Peter, they were here and yet you still felt yourself barely saying anything more than ten words to them.
It hurt, how easily everyone forgot about you, Tony was so wrapped up in his upcoming marriage and Peter’s new superheroe alias Spider-Man that you were sure he forgot he even had a daughter.
You weren’t bitten by a radioactive spider. No. Instead you were just a measly human someone who longed for the attention and love only her parents and family could give her.
The worst thing within those four years was the depression you found yourself slipping into, it was self-diagnosed of course, and since you had your fair share of smarts you were sure you weren’t wrong, the accompanying loneliness didn’t make it any better.
The bad thing about it was you had no idea how to deal with this alone. You wanted to go to Peter, Tony, Stephen, or even Rhodey but you didn’t wanna be a bother. In your eyes they didn’t even care about you.
The first suicidal thought came on your birthday. You didn’t get any phone calls. Not one and Tony nor Peter acknowledged the fact that it was your special day. Your big 18, the first step into becoming an adult. You cried in your room that night, alone, and even though F.R.I.D.A.Y offered to call Tony or Stephen you refused, thinking that they’d be better of without you.
The thoughts became normal after that and after a while you refused to keep fighting, refused to fight the demons that seemed to be there even when you tried your hardest to make them go away.
It was the marking of the fifth year since your fathers had been divorced when you decided you couldn’t take it anymore. Your once angelic (skin color) skin looked as pale as your white walls, your once healthy full body was thin, and your once lively eyes looked almost dead. You might not have been dead on the outside but you sure were dead inside.
(EXPLICIT DESCRIPTION OF SELF-HARM HERE)
You twirl the sharp blade in between your fingers being almost welcomed by the comfort that your life world soon be over.
The first cut is a test, just to see how sharp the blade the is. You hesitate and almost on cue that same terrorizing voice is back.
“Just do it Y/N. They don’t want you anyway, no one wants you here.”
The next cuts are deeper, a deep enough cut on each wrist, that in your opinion, will be enough to end your life with no chance of reviving.
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A knock on the door is clear in your near death haze.
“Hey (your nickname) Dad told me to ask you if you wanted to join us for dinner. He says you’ve been out of it lately and just wants to spend time with you. He wants you to know he’s here.”
Tears roll down your face at Peter’s words and for a brief second you panic.
Was this the right thing to do? Should you have cut so deep?
Peter’s next words are a distant sound as your body hits the cold tile that fills the bathroom’s floor.
You aren’t sure what happens next, but you hear shouts to “stay with me” and “I’m so sorry sweetheart” which more than likely comes from Tony, before you’re out like a light.
When you wake up your head is fuzzy and your body aches, the bright light from whatever room you’re in nearly blinds you as you try to take in your surroundings.
Steve is holding your right hand tightly while Tony is squeezing onto your left hand so tight it’s as if he thinks that if he lets your hand go then you’d go too.
Peter is sitting in a chair next to Tony while Harley sits in one beside Steve. The rest of the room is filled with other sleeping Avengers like Nat who has her head rested on Sam’s shoulder, Wanda who sleeps comfortably in a longer chair with Vision, Clint who’s sitting with his head rolled back and if it wasn’t for the slight snores then you would be sure he’s dead.
What surprises you the most is the presence of Bruce and Thor who, by the way, has a new haircut. The only people you don’t see are Stephen and Bucky and while you’ve grown used to Dr. Strange, you still have a burning hatred for Bucky, for if he hadn’t suddenly appeared than your parents would still be together.
At the sight of your family in the same room together a sob spills from your lips and once one gets going the other ones follow almost like a waterfall.
Tony is the first one who wakes up from your cries, then Steve and pretty soon the whole room is awake.
Harley engulfs you in a hug which makes you cry even harder, he’s way bigger than what you last remember him from since the last time you’ve seen.
You aren’t sure how long you cry for but when you pull away the other Avengers have tears in their eyes that you never would’ve thought of seeing ever in your life.
Heat rises to your cheeks at their intense gaze making you turn away in shame. “I’m sorry.” You whisper, your throat relatively hoarse.
“What? No. No, no, no. This is so far from your fault Y/N. We aren’t angry with you or disappointed. We just wanna know why Babygirl, why’d you turn to suicide of all things?” Tony voice cracks when he questions as if he’s afraid of your answer.
And so you explain to them. You explain how, even though you don’t want to, you hate Bucky for ruining everything for you all. You explain how even though you’ve accepted that your parents will never get back together how it hurt that they never even bothered to keep contact for you guys’s sake. You tell them how you’ve missed them and how you’ve missed the makeshift family they once were. How after your parents divorce things just seemed to go downhill for you, you also explain that you generally got your hopes up too high when you expected Steve or your favorite aunt, Natasha, to call you for your birthday or New Year’s.
But most importantly you tell them about the loneliness and never stopping horrible thoughts that came with being and feeling alone, that not having anyone around who knew about your depression was no better.
When you’re finished you aren’t surprised with the slamming of a door.
You look up to find Tony gone and Steve following after him quickly, most of the others are already in tears from your story and the guilt you know they’re feeling.
Peter and Harley who know stand side by side give you watery smiles that are quick from breaking.
“Don’t cry.” You tell your brothers before they’re pulling you into a group hug with the two of them, your shirt getting soaked in the process.
“I’m so sorry sis. I’ve should’ve noticed. I should’ve said something. I was right there and... .” He gasps his eyes trailing away from you and you know he’s thinking about what could’ve happened.
It doesn’t take long before Tony and Steve come back red eyed and sniffling.
“I-We haven’t been good father. I see that now, but I promise Y/N we’ll do whatever it takes to make you happy again. To show you that you aren’t alone and we know, there’ll be days when your so far in that you feel like you have to try to commit suicide again but I promise you that we’ll be there to pull your right out of the hole you fell in.”
You don’t respond and instead enjoy the group hug from your family. You know this whole process won’t be easy, especially getting along with Bucky but your willing to do this if its what will take to get better.
This was pretty angsty and I’m sorry it covered such heavy topics, but I once again want everyone to know, whoever’s reading this, that you’re not alone and if you ever need someone to talk too or just a listening “ear” I’m here.
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Magic and Chemistry
Prompt: Your Stephens prodigy and you might have a thing for a certain spider-man (And of course Tony and Stephen are dating because there has to be Ironstrange in this)
Thank you so much for the prompt! I love it, I get to write for all three of my favorite characters! I hope this was what you envisioned!
Pairings: Reader x Peter Parker, Reader and Stephan Strange, Stephan Strange x Tony Stark, Tony Stark and basically everyone, Peter Parker and basically everyone 
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Stephen wanted nothing more than a relaxing day, one that consisted of meditating peacefully in the sanctity of his bedroom with a book held plainly in his hands and the soft melodies of David Bowie drifting through the air, but was he going to get that? Evidently not
You shattered his plans as you came barreling through his bedroom door, a smile dancing on your lips and the burst of energy clear in your composure “I’m goin out! See you later tonight, don’t wait up old man!” You declared swiftly already moving to bounce out of the room as quickly as you bounced in, hoping to not leave any room for interjections from the Sorcerer Supreme, but of course that didn’t work
His floating back was to you as his eyes never left his book “Out?” You heard the man question, his low voice stopping your movements
“Yeah, out. Like outside, where normal people live and function, not that you would understand” you rambled, your sarcastic tone laying way to a heavy eye roll from Stephen
“I’m gonna need more than that” he briefly declared
You gave a heavy sigh as your body leaned against the door you had thrown open “It was good enough for Wong” you grumbled, trying not to give up the details of your personal life since you knew quite well what would happen if you did
He quirked an eyebrow “I’m not Wong am I?” The man questioned with the reminiscent of a smile
After a few moments of silence, and realizing Stephen wasn’t going to give in you took a deep breath before eliciting for a loud groan “I’m going to go meet Peter over at Stark towers” you spoke, words flowing quickly out of you mouth in an attempt to try and make Stephen not understand you but alas, of course he did
Both eyebrows rose as he finally directed his attention to you “Peter now hmm?” The man began, you knew this was coming
Crinkling your eyes closed you shook your head “C’mon Stephan please don’t do this” you pleaded, already feeling color rush to your face
“Do what?” He questioned feigning innocence as a smile tugged at his lips “I’m just curious as to who hangs out with my little prodigy”
Opening your eyes you stared daggers into him “Well now you know, may I leave please”
He clicked his tongue as his feet slowly hit the ground, already beginning to stride over to you “Not yet” he began “Tell me about this meeting, what is it exactly? What are your intentions with the Spider-Boy and what are his intentions with you?”
About to open your mouth to say something along the lines of ‘none of your business Gandalf’ you shut it again quickly finding a better, more intuitive response, a small smile beginning to form on your own lips “I don’t know Stephan, maybe they’re the same as your intentions with Stark?” You fought back with defiance and a smug look
Stephens cheeks quickly flushed as he glanced down at you, the two of you falling into an intimidating silence. It was quite obvious that your master had a thing for the millionaire engineer, and it was quite funny for you to watch. You knew Stephan and you could see through all his lies of going over to Stark towers for a ‘sparring lesson’ or for an ‘intellectual discussion’, you knew they were much more graphic and intimate than that. Thinking of a way to get back on top Stephan’s flushed cheeks quickly returned back to their normal color “Fine” he began
“Thanks Stephie! Still, don’t wait up-“
But you were cut off by a raise of Stephan’s finger “But I’ll be coming with you”
You quickly lost your smile as you watched the sorcerer, looking for any signs of him just joking but you found none “Ewww why?”
He slowly began to gain back his smug grin as he slipped his sling ring out of his pocket and onto his fingers “To keep an eye on you” he declared “If you two are anything like Stark and I I’ll have to make sure you two never get within arms length” and with that his smile turned mischievous as his hands formed a portal into the middle of Tony’s living room, your face contorting into one of disgust “TMI Steph” you mumbled before grumpily stepping through his portal and hearing it close behind you as he followed after you
With your rather dramatic entrance you were sure to spook Peter whose former relaxing body shot up from the couch he was just lounging on as his eyes rapidly moved to the portal you had just stepped through “Whoa!” He started, a nervous laugh following “Y/N! I thought you said you were gonna walk over” Peter questioned a tug of a smile appearing on his lips all before his eyes landed on the tall figure behind you, Peter’s face slowly beginning to lose color “Mr. Strange!” he said in a voice a bit too startled, his hand beginning to rub the back of his neck 
“Dr. Strange” Stephen corrected, which only caused the boy in front of him to fidget more
You offered a sigh in response, taking a step forward as your hand found their way into your jeans back pockets “Well I was gonna” you started, shooting an angry glare at your master who stood smugly behind you “But someone decided to invite themselves to the party” 
“I see that” Peter responded, his eyes too afraid to peel themselves off of Stephens before he finally gained the courage, his eyes moving to settle on yours, his whole demeanor slowly relaxing “Well, uh, Dr. Strange did you want to join Y/N and I?” the boy timidly questioned, still unsure on what exactly Stephen was doing here
You moved to answer first “No-”
“-Yes” Stephen interjected as he took a step to stand by your side “I want to get to know Peter a bit more, have a talk with the kid trying to court my little prodigy” 
With that you heard Peter choke himself on air alone, coughing loudly, trying to clear his blocked air way
“Court? Really? That’s what you’re going with here?” 
“Well it is his intentions is it not?” Strange retorted, his eyebrows raised as his lips rose in a smile, watching poor Peter still feverishly choking “You do like Y/N don’t you Peter?”
Throwing your head into your hands you wished you had never even come in the first place, or at least, never told Strange you were leaving. Wong was definitely your favorite master
“Of-Of course” the boy choked out, his eyes wide as he was uncertain on what to say “I like Y/N a lot” 
His words brought a quiet smile to your face, the two of you weren’t exactly dating, not yet at least, but you two had definitely spent intimate moments together, ones that mainly took place at night when Stephan was asleep and you were able to portal over to Peter’s with ease or even have the spiderling sneak into your room at the sanctum. The thoughts began to consume you, the only thing pulling you away from the fond memories was the voice of Strange “And don’t you think it to be smart to have a talk with her master before you make any further advancements towards her?” 
“What are you my dad?!” You questioned incredulously, willing the man with your mind to please stop 
Waving you off with his hand his attention turned back to Peter “Let the boy answer”  
Peter went red at that, the memories that you had just thought of obviously filtering through his head as well. He began to feel guilty for not addressing the Sorcerer sooner, but he didn’t feel too bad because the man was terrifying when he wanted to be “Yea-Yes of course, is that what you wanted to talk about?”
Stephen opened his mouth to reply, loving holding this kid in the palm of his hand when you finally interjected him, trying to put the boy you adored out of his misery “No actually he didn’t, he came here because he has plans with Tony?” you pushed, trying to get the stupid sorcerer away from you
“Maybe Tony could join us?” Stephen suggested, not letting up his own stubborn attitude to make way for your own “I’m sure he’d love to sit down and chat about this relationship as well”
“What relationship?” A new voice interjected, wafting into the room with confidence and humor, the three of you turning your heads to watch Tony stride into the room, his head hung as his eyes gazed upon a blueprint screen in his hands, tapping it a few times before sliding it into his back pocket and pointing his attention up at you “Hermione and Dumbledore!” he says, a smile slipping onto his lips as his eyes filter between the two of you “What a pleasant surprise”
“God this is a shit show” you mumbled lowly under your breath quiet enough to where only Peter could hear, his lips curling into a desperately needed humored smile 
“Pete you didn’t tell me we had guests” Tony scolded, directing his attention to Peter who looked like he was about to explode 
“Well, to be fair, I did tell you Y/N was coming over later today” the boy responded, his hand returning back to his neck to once again rub it raw 
Tony made a few clicking noises with his tongue as he wagged his finger at the boy “Yeah that’s right, you did, something ‘bout a chem test right?” 
Peter lit up at that, hoping to get this situation cleared to where he could just take you and disappear “Yeah exactly” 
With a nod of Tony’s head his gaze left Peters and turned to Stephan's, cocking an eyebrow at the sorcerer “So then why are you here Dumbledore?”
Stephan was about to open his mouth, probably to say something stupid, but you weren’t about to have any of it “He came to see you” you interjected, giving your master a rather rough nudge, pushing him towards the other man, you knew you’d get yelled at for that later
Tony glanced between you and Stephan, biting down on his lower lip “S’that so?”
Stephan’s eyes went from you to Peter, weighing his options of continuing to mess with the two of you or go to Tony and mess with him. He released a breath he didn’t realize he was holding in before a smile appeared on his lips “It is Anthony” he began, beginning to move closer to the engineer “Thought we could maybe look over some of your new gadgets” he quipped, his smile turning mischievous as you could feel yourself about to throw up 
The engineer quickly understood Stephan as he too found himself smiling “Well you’re in luck, I have plenty of new gadgets to discuss” the man responded, nearing closer to the other “C’mon, leave these kids alone and I’ll show ya” he began “I’m sure you’ve tortured them enough with your intense stare and overall presence. Specifically Pete over there who looks like he’s bout to pass out” and with that Tony was tugging at the other mans arm “You’ve done enough for today” to which Stephen gave a nod to and allowed himself to be lead further into Stark towers and into the mans workshop, completely out of sight and ear shot 
With the fleeting presence of your master and Tony you immediately turned to Peter who was both confused and terrified as you began to laugh at the whole situation “Oh my god I am so sorry” 
His composure slowly began to relax once more as he listened to the melodious sounds of your laughter, letting out a few chuckles himself he neared closer to you “Should I even ask about what just happened?” 
“I barley know myself” you responded truthfully, finally being able to give the boy a genuine smile that filtered all the way to your eyes 
A calming silence steadied itself between the two of you before he remembered why this mess had even started “So chemistry?” Peter questioned, gesturing to his room in Stark Towers 
“Yeah, sounds good” you replied, about to walk towards the boys room before you felt his hand on yours
You felt him intertwine your fingers as he pulled you close to himself “I feel like we never even said hi to each other” he admitted while a bashful pink traveled up from his neck, resting on his cheeks 
“Maybe that’s because we never did” you reminded, suppressing a quiet laugh that instead formed itself through a lopsided grin 
Grinning himself he reached for your other hand, curling his fingers in between your own before he began to swing both of your hands childishly. The two of you started at each other for a moment, his eyes losing themselves in your own, his thumbs drawing soothing circles on the backs of your hands. It wasn’t anything special but it made you feel safe, your hands secured by his own as he gently lowered his forehead to rest against your own, his hot breath tingling every fiber in your entranced body “Hi” he mumbled, barley audible, a dopey smile spread evenly on his face
Giggling quietly you cutely scrunched up your nose and hummed peacefully “Hi” 
You didn’t know who released hands first, one set of intertwining fingers leaving each other to place themselves somewhere else on each others bodies, Peter’s now free hand settling perfectly on your waist as your own drew itself up to the nape of his neck, your fingers curling themselves into the baby hairs that settled themselves in his lower hairline “I thought Dr. Strange was gonna rope me into a game of twenty questions and If i didn’t answer something correctly he would kill me” Peter confessed, his lips smiling but his eyes proving that he was pretty scared 
“Awe I’d never let him hurt you” you started, squeezing his hand lightly for reassurance “He might be the Sorcerer Supreme but I’m scrappy as hell. Plus Wong would definitely back me up”
The boy laughed at that, any tension help up in the room completely fading between stolen glances and wishful smiles
“You know, I feel like I deserve something nice for being put through all of that” The boy quipped, a lopsided grin transforming his smile 
Glancing up at the boy you quirked a brow “Oh yeah? And what do you feel you deserve there Parker?”
He feigned thought for a moment “A medal would be nice, something that said ‘I survived Dr. Stephan Strange’” he began, tilting his head down
“Hmm that might take a while to make...would you settle for something else?” you bargained, pleasure apparent in your words
“Like?” 
“Like this” and with that you closed the distance as you met him in the middle, pressing your lips together in a long overdue kiss that melted you to your core
The hand around your waist was strong and secure while the other hand intertwined in your own made you feel like you were floating, the way his lips danced along your own was worth the pestering from Stephan, speaking of whom
“Chemistry test huh?” you heard a voice announce itself, loud enough to cause the two of you to go flying apart from one another, heart rate high and nerves on end 
“Leave em alone Stephie” Tony grumbled, his own arm around the waist of the sorcerer “I think they’re cute” the engineer confessed as he threw the two of you a wink, color flooding to both of your faces “Besides, you’re no better” and with that Tony did the least expected thing you could’ve thought of as he reached down and slapped the sorcerers ass, hard
Stephan’s face flushed completely white as Tony only chuckled, Peter and you sharing a humorous glance of ‘I don’t know what’s happening but I’m not mad about it’ “Back to the lab Gandalf!” and before anyone else could say anything Stephan basically ran back into seclusion leaving you and Peter alone once more where instead of staying out in the open the two of you floated on to the boys room continuing once more with your ‘chemistry test’
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