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imtryingbuck · 4 months

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Vows

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Summary: Bucky and you are married- that is all.

Word count: 1,165

Warnings: fluff. that is all.

A/N: I’ve never been to a wedding before so if anything’s wrong take it up with my lawyer.

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You remember the day when Bucky proposed like it was yesterday.

The bright fluffy clouds littering the clear blue sky, birds flying freely. Your hand was in Bucky’s as he leads you further into the clearing of the field, you were about to say something when he stopped.

“Y/n I love you, I love everything about you. You save me every day, and every day of being with you is like a dream coming true. And I know we’ve only been dating for a year but when you know you know right?”

Tears welled up in your eyes at the sight of him dropping to one knee-

“Y/n L/n will you make me the happiest man in the universe by marrying me?”

You didn’t even answer. You launched yourself at him making both of you fall to the ground. Placing as many kisses as you possibly could all over his beautiful face, you nodded.

The cheers and applauses sounded from somewhere and when you looked you saw the whole team together with huge smiles on their faces.

You celebrated all throughout the night - at Tony’s expense - with your friends making speeches.

Your wedding day was perfect. Just like the day he proposed the sky was blue and the sun was shining, and just like that day, you got married on that field.

You were nervous and excited. You were marrying the man of your dreams and everything was running smoothly. Your dress fit perfectly and was gorgeous, Pepper told you that you looked like a princess and you had to admit, you kind of did.

Pepper was your maid of honour. Nat, Wanda, Maria and Carol were your bridesmaids- who all looked so beautiful in their dresses.

Steve was Bucky’s best man (obviously) Sam, Bruce, Thor and Vision were his groomsmen - all looking very handsome and dapper in their suits.

Clint was the one to give you away, it was a no brainier as he was like the father you never had.

Morgan bless her heart was the flower girl who was walked down by Peter.

And Tony was the one to marry you two. He was way to smug about that - you later found out that every time you two disagreed with him he would always say “don’t forget who married you two”.

Slowly walking down the makeshift isle, Clint clinging on to you like a lifeline your heart broke at seeing Bucky standing there with tears rolling down his cheeks. Clint hands you over to Bucky with a kiss to your cheek and whispered ‘I love you and I’m so proud of you’ in your ear, you whispered ‘I love you’ back. As Bucky was about to take both hands you wiped away the tears and smiled.

“First, I’d like to begin by welcoming everyone and thanking each and every one of you for being here on this most happy of days. We are here to celebrate the perfect couple - other than myself and Pepper- that we all know and love, James and Y/n.” Everyone laughs at Tony’s comment and how serious his voice sounds.

“Sorry you two but I’m going off script. My sweet darling Y/n I have never seen you more happier since you’ve been with Bucky, and to you Bucky I have to say thank you, you’ve shown her what true love is.” Leaning closer towards Bucky he tries to whisper “You break her heart I won’t hesitate to kill you” Of course Bucky would get threaten on his wedding day, and of course everyone hears what Tony says as he’s holding a microphone. “Anyways, Y/n you helped get Bucky out of his shell and even though we didn’t get along at first it’s been nice seeing him find his footing, a pleasure to meet the man Steve knew a trillion years ago” Again, Tony makes everyone laugh including you and Bucky.

“Bucky you may read your vows”

“Y/n you’re my happiness, my best friend, my love. You’ve been by my side since day one, not once did you leave my side when I was in Wakanda, you help me sleep through the night just because you’re by my side. I love you more than you’ll ever know. I promise in front of everyone here today, to cherish you always, to honour and sustain you, in sickness and in health, in poverty and in wealth, and to be true to you in all things until death alone shall part us”

Tony tries and subtly wipe his tears, clearing his throat he looks to you “Y-Yn you may read your vows now”

“Bucky you’re my happiness, my best friend, my love. I admire your courage, your strength and your determination. I have never felt alone when you’re not by my side because you’re in my heart always. I love you more than you’ll ever know. I promise in front of everyone here today, to cherish you always, to honour and sustain you, in sickness and in health, in poverty and in wealth, and to be true to you in all things until death alone shall part us.”

This time Tony doesn’t bother to wipe the stream of tears away. “No one best try and object to this marriage or I’ll set the big guy on you” Nodding towards to Bruce who waves at everyone “Pepper and Steve please hand over the rings, James repeat after me- With this ring I, James, take you, Y/n, to be no other than yourself. Loving what I know of you, and trusting what I do not yet know, I will respect your integrity and have faith in your abiding love for me, through all our years, and in all that life may bring us.” Watching his lips repeat the words back your heart stills.

“Y/n repeat after me- With this ring I, Y/n, take you, James, to be no other than yourself. Loving what I know of you, and trusting what I do not yet know, I will respect your integrity and have faith in your abiding love for me, through all our years, and in all that life may bring us.”

“Do you James take Y/n to be your lawfully wedded wife?

“I do”

“Do you Y/n take James to be your lawfully wedded husband?

“I do”

“By the authority vested in me by the State of New York, I now pronounce you husband and wife! You may kiss th-“ Bucky’s already pulling you in and kissing you before Tony’s even finished his sentence.

Everyone cheers and there’s not a dry eye around.

The rest of the night was beautiful, everyone taking it in turns to make speech’s. The first dance you two shared as husband and wife was to Stand By Me by Ben E. King.

Now two years later after that magical day your sat on the bathroom floor with Bucky by your side, staring down at the white pregnancy test.

“T-that says…”

“I’m pregnant Buck”.

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toomanyfandomsimfanvergent · 1 year

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Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

This is what won the poll!

Summary: Tony finds out Peter has been sneaking in and out of your room.

Warnings/Tags: kissing, fluffy, fluff, minor angst, barely even angst, dad! tony x reader, Peter Parker x reader (romantically), established relationship,

Rating: PG-13

Peter snuggles into your chest. He took every opportunity he could to sneak up to your room. Anytime Tony would get suddenly busy, or need to do something solo, Peter snuck off.

This was what led to your current predicament. Not that you were complaining, you loved it when Peter had a second to spare.

Peter wouldn't have to sneak around...bjt your dad has a very strict 'no dating heros' policy. It made sense, he always used the amount of times he has missed dates with your mom or out her in danger as an excuse.

But, you didn't care. You couldn't help that you fell in love with Peter. And Peter couldn't help the fact that he fell in love with you. Or that he was spiderman. It just happened.

You ignore the thoughts of what would happen if your dad found out and focus on peters soft snores. He finally fell asleep.

You thread your fingers through his brown curls as he sleeps. He was adorable every day, but even cuter when he sleeps.

He lets out a quiet groan as he snuggles even deeper into your warmth. God, he was so fucking cute.

You close your eyes and allow sleep to overtake you. You could forget about your dad long enough to enjoy a nice nap with your lover.

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"What did I say?" Your dad lectures. You had been asleep for, maybe five minutes, and your dad walks in. That led to you and Peter being drug to his office.

Your dad grips the edge of his desk and groans. He was pissed. He had one rule, one simple rule, and you both broke it.

"I'm sorry," you say. Your dad rolls his eyes, he knows that's complete bullshit.

You weren't sorry that you were dating Peter. You were only sorry that you and Peter had gotten caught.

"Why? Why couldn't you listen to me. Just this once," your dad lectures. "This isn't going to end well," he points between you and Peter. And then he lingers on your hands that are clasped together.

"It wi-" Peter begins to say. He is promptly cut off by your dad.

"It wont. What happens when you miss your kids birthday party because Spider-Man is needed?" Tony asks "You know how many times I have let down Yn or pepper? All because of ironman," he reminds.

You think about all of the times something had happened and your dad had to leave. It hurt. You didn't even want to think about doing that to another person. Not knowing if their dad was going to come home alive.

"What's your solution?" Tony asks.

"I'm not going to be spiderman forever. I'll retire the suit before we have kids," Peter suggests.

"Not every superhero is like you dad. Not every one of them is going to never retire," you point out.

"You." Tony says, the words are stuck in his throat, ",have my blessing," he grumbles. He couldn't keep you to apart and he knew it. you had Stark blood, being stubborn was a second nature

You and Peter smile before thanking your dad.

You could be together.

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sourcherryandsprinkles · 1 year

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Peter comforting Tony's daughter at the funerals please I need this

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No one who was present will ever forget the horrific scream that came from you when Pepper told you the tragic news: your father, Tony Stark, was dead.

You hadn’t been able to say goodbye to him. He had already taken his last breath when you arrived on the scene. All you were able to do was crumble by his side and cry all the tears in your body until someone forcefully took you away.

A few sleepless nights later, you stood by Pepper and Morgan on the wooden deck, watching the wreath floating adrift on the water. Proof that Tony Stark has a heart, it reads.

Beside you, Morgan didn't seem to understand what was going on, why everyone was dressed in black and watching an arrangement of flowers float away. Mostly, she didn’t understand why her dad was not there. It was sad to see.

Happy was right behind you, followed by Rhodey and Steve, then May and Peter. Peter. He was holding his tears, pained from losing his mentor.

When the wreath was no longer in sight, people slowly dissipated, heading back inside the Stark residence. You stayed, unable to move your feet, your eyes were glued on the water before you. Why did you leave me? Why did you sacrifice yourself?

You didn’t hear the footsteps behind you as Peter approached. You and him hadn’t spoken since the last battle.

He cleared his throat. ‘’Hi. I know you’re probably tired of hearing this, but I’m sorry for your loss, Y/N.’’ You didn’t turn around, but Peter knew you were listening. ‘’Your dad was an admirable person. I’m not talking about his sacrifice. He was— He’s been an excellent mentor to me. And, in a way, a great father figure in my life.’’ Peter breathed in. He was about to tell you something he hadn’t told anyone. Not even his best friend Ned, who he always tells everything to. ‘’I was with him when he died. He told me—'' Peter stopped himself, feeling choked by the emotions in his throat.

When you arrived on the scene, you didn’t acknowledge Peter or anyone else around. Your eyes were focused on your father laying on the ground, unalive.

''Want to know what he told me?’’ Peter continued, not waiting for your answer. ‘’He…he said to go to you and feel the feelings he once forbid us to have.''

After a lot of deep thinking, Tony had come to the realization that forbidding your relationship had been wrong of him. He didn’t like it, but Peter was a good guy. He was kind, caring, honorable and very protective of the ones he loved. If there was anyone Tony could trust to take good care of his daughter, it was Peter.

Slowly, your eyes traveled to Peter. They welled with tears again, but this time Peter was there to wrap his arms around you, pull you against him and provide you comfort. You buried your face in his chest, staining — and ruining — his shirt with your mascara-tears, but it was the last of his worries.

Your slim fingers grabbed his white button up, clutching at it as you cried.

Your father’s words meant so much to you — you and Peter. You remembered the look of rage on his face when he caught you kissing in the lobby. It had just been a simple kiss goodbye, but Tony reacted like he had caught you doing something compromising in bed. He had yelled at Peter and banned him from the tower for weeks with a threat of kicking him out of the Avengers if he were to kiss you again.

Like any angsty teenager, you told him you hated him and blasted Taylor Swift’s Love Story in your bedroom.

You never thought he would change his mind about Peter, but Tony Stark was a surprising man.

Peter kissed the top of your head, holding you tight.

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manidk1273 · 21 days

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🎀 — Prodigy

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

As he says,

“ You're my pride and joy, kid. ”

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

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

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

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marvels-bitch-boy · 10 months

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☃️ Request Version 2

Word Count: 6.4k

A/N: this took me a while to finish and this is my first attempt at anything spicy. Let me know how to improve it!

Masterlist , Version 2

Jesus Christ of all the people you could have fallen for you thought it was a good idea to fall for your best friend? Wanda Maximoff is literally the sweetest and most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen. Anytime the two of you hang out there’s this tension that you swear is there, she sits close to you, at parties she doesn’t leave your side, when a girl hits on you she is the first to intervene and rescue you. It’s like she knows you hate being without her. The last two months though the entire team doesn’t seem to have caught the memo that she wasn’t interested in dating. She’s had to reject 10 guys so far that everyone brings to dinners or parties. At this point, it was starting to annoy you because there wasn’t an event that you could enjoy without some creep hitting on her. A few times she had you pretend to be her boyfriend to scare them off. Those were times when you felt like there might be a chance between the two of you. Like there was a world where you were one of the guys that got set up with her. The chance to show her what she deserves from a guy. The only problem with that is the whole team completely forgets about you when they make those decisions, and you don’t want to ruin any of the great parts of your friendship.

You were sitting with Wanda on the couch in the common room watching an old black and white movie you had been begging her to watch with you. One Two Three was the name of it and as soon as you said it was your favourite movie she couldn’t have agreed faster. She sat next to you as she always did but it felt different. It was most likely just you because she seemed as comfortable as ever. You looked down and saw her eyes light up from the action happening on the screen in front of you. The sight made this movie even better, the joy it brought her seemed to solidify its spot in your heart. You smiled as she laughed and commented on the ridiculousness of the film. When the “itsy bitsy polka dot bikini” song began to play you enthusiastically jumped up and began to dance. This made her laugh even harder, you knew the words by heart and would hum it on almost every mission. Now she knew exactly where you got it from. Her clapping that followed the beat was only encouraging you to dance more and soon you lifted her up to dance along. She was having trouble keeping up as she continued to laugh. You loved this more than the movie itself. Once the song ended you plopped back down onto the couch in a fit of laughter, she landed almost directly on top of you which only strengthened the fit of laughs and giggles coming from the two of you. This was a moment you wouldn’t trade for the world. Having your best friend by your side as you watch your favourite movie, laughing and dancing was one of the things you wouldn’t sacrifice. Even if there was a slight chance she felt the same you couldn’t risk losing this. You’ve never felt like this for someone and you would take whatever you could get from her.

The fridge door opening caught your attention and your laughter ceased, you became more serious and Wanda rolled her eyes at this. She jabbed you in the side before turning around to face the person. “Tony?” she taken aback by his appearance at the compound since he no longer lived there “Isn’t it alittle late for you to be here?” This caught your attention and you finally realized the time. It was well past 11pm and you rarely ever stayed up this late. Deciding to chime in you smirked at him “You get kicked out by Pepper again?” he mocked laughter before he murmured a small “yes” which made you crack a real smile. Wanda however paused the movie and motioned for him to join the two of you. You flashed her panicked eyes and she glared at you which immediately made you shrink.

“What’s the story here? All I see is communism and Coca-Cola” you rolled your eyes and sighed before resounding “That's what makes it funny… and the rushing to convert the communist to Coca-Cola” you chuckled at the last part. Wanda however apparently didn’t see the movie as either of the two.

“There a love that no one seems to think will work but in the end they do, and theres also a lesson about acceptance,” she looks back to you “and learning to take risks.” that last part felt very directed at you. You shyly nodded your head and went to continue the movie but Tony again interupted. “So Witchy, you rejected the guy Natasha brought to dinner. I have someone who you’ll love, he’s sweet, smart, good looking, loves old movies and shows, has a good job, And! He happens to be a good friend” your heart started to jump at each word he spoke. Theres no way that Tony was the one to finally give you a chance, he had been trying to set her up with every shield agent in the compound. Maybe he saw the way you were together tonight. He saw the way you looked at her and he saw something you were missing in how she felt for you. “Tony, I’m not interested in anyone you guys set me up with. I’m fine with just my friends” she pats your thigh which sends a shiver along you and your entire body stiffens like a peice of ply wood only for a second.

“Maybe hear him out, the guy sounds okay…” you hoped you were making the right decision, praying to whatever being was there that this tin can wouldn’t screw you over. Attempting to ease her nerves you held her hand in yours “Look, if it doesn’t go well I’ll be ready with a bat or some Sokovian snacks.” she seemed to relax at your touch and looked back to Tony “fine, but only once.” he jumps up victoriously. You have a sneaking suspicion that you just got fucked over by the giant dancing baby infront of you. Internally cursing yourself you unpaused the movie and settled back into the couch, Wanda settled into your side and you felt like maybe just maybe you’d be the one she ends up with.

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As the music rages on at yet another stark party you find yourself alone for the first time that night. Wanda hadn’t been answering your messages all night and you had begun to get concerned. You looked around to attempt to see her auburn red hair anywhere in the crowd of people. You would have thought she stood out like the sun on a cloudy day. She had never left you alone at any avengers function, no matter who had been vying for her attention she never left your side. Tonight though seemed to be different. Tony had approached you earlier in the night with a man directly behind him who you noticed was dressed almost exactly like you, even his hair was styled similarly to yours. Questioning him about it led to nowhere -as always.

As you attempted to find the red witch in the crowd you were pulled towards the bar by a small pair of hands that you had assumed belonged to her, but when you faced the woman you found a random pair of chestnut brown eyes that greeted you with over-blown pupils. This was not at all someone you recognized. “Uh… hi?” you attempted to be polite as you were stuck between the bar and this woman. “Can I help you?” She laughed and her breath alerted you to her inebriated state even more.

“I saw you from across the room… you’re very very handsome” she slightly slurred her last few words and you gently attempted to keep her stable as she swayed for a moment. This caused a coy smile to appear on her face. “So strong” you gave her an obviously uncomfortable smile and attempted to guide her to a seat but she forced you down onto it and took the spot in your lap. Now you were getting very uncomfortable. You’ve had these things happen but by now you’d already have been rescued by Wanda and laughing about the situation together, though you were alone now, forced to figure your way out by yourself.

When she reached for another drink you stopped her and in a panic, you drank the whole glass and she cheered you on. You looked at the bartender of the night and asked for two vodka redbulls, you felt like you would have to be an awake drunk tonight. She saw the look on your face and quickly produced two glasses full. As you chugged the glasses you looked around the room once again hoping to find Wanda on her path towards you to rescue you from this absolute stranger. Instead, you were greeted by her smile and laugh as she sat on a couch with a random man. You felt jealousy fill you and your heart began to sink. Your distraught appearance was caught by her eyes and she looked between you and the woman on your lap once you saw this you looked away from her and back to the woman. Plastering on a smile and placing a hand on her thigh -an act that made your skin crawl and felt so unlike you. As you sat there attempting to not give Wanda any of your attention and keep focused on the person in your lap there was a tap on your shoulder and the sound of someone's throat being cleared, turning around you found Sam with pursed lips and eyes that communicated to you his exact reasoning for being there.

“Y/N!” he said through a gritted smile “Maria was looking for you. Now.” you didn’t need any more from the man and began to excuse yourself from the woman who whined as you left her. Sam gave you a smile as you kept walking along with him and patted your shoulder. You reached the only quiet part of the room and you were greeted by Maria sitting in a corner tending to a scotch. As you joined her Sam sat on the armrest of the loveseat and questioned you on what he had to save you from. “A pretty girl was on your lap and you looked like you were being mauled by a bear, what's up with that?” his brows connected with the expression he made and you wanted to laugh but you were still recovering from the uncomfortable situation.

“I don’t do that, I like to take things slow…” you saw Maria nod her head at your words but Sam didn’t seem like he was buying what you were selling “and she wasn’t the person I would let -do that” That on the other hand had him convinced, he looked around the room and you shook your head, “oh no you don’t nope! No, you’re not gonna guess”

“Ah! How’d you know I was doing that?” he grinned at you and it changed your mood, how could anyone not be in a good mood when Sam is there? He was the second person you had met when you joined the team and he was also the second closest person to you. So far to your knowledge, he didn’t know about your feelings for Wanda and you wanted to keep it that way. He was notorious for trying to play matchmaker, he once tried to set up Maria and Steve… that was an interesting month.

“You can’t seem to butt out of my romances… which don’t exist might I add” that last bit made Maria laugh slightly and Sam gained an offended look on his face. Shaking his head and grabbing an empty bottle that sat on a nearby table he set it down.

“You won’t tell me, fine we’ll figure it out the old fashion way” You looked at him cautiously as he spun the bottle and waited for it to land on one of the three of you. It was just your luck that it stopped dead in front of you. Fuck. there was no way he would let this go if you told him, and he would most certainly keep this up until you did. He exchanged looks with Maria and she leaned forward to whisper in his ear. His expression changed and you saw the mischievous grin he had plastered on his face. “Truth or Dare.” He spoke not as a question but a statement, you knew you had to answer in some way.

You took a quick glance at Maria who had a knowing look on her face, did she know? How would she? You groaned and looked at the ceiling as you contemplated your choice. “Dare… Was going to happen anyway” Sam cackled for a moment as he stood up and looked around the room and set his eyes on something you couldn’t see. “Alright big man, I want you to go and make a move on the girl you so desperately-”. You interjected “Desperate? Who-”. “-want so badly… if it doesn’t work out let us know, we’ll forget this whole thing”.

You didn’t believe him on the last bit but you could easily pretend or come up with a lie to say you tried. After all, how would they know? This way you didn’t have to tell them it was Wanda. Nodding your head you stood up and shook hands with the cheeky man. “Anyone ever tell you you’re a pain in the ass?” he made a faux look of hurt and clutched his chest “You kiss your mystery girl with that mouth” you rolled your eyes and walked away from the two who gave you a few small cheers as you made your way across the room. Within almost a few seconds you were met with the red auburn hair that plagued your mind. You felt the warmth radiate off her as you waited for her to turn around even a milimeter. When she did you found her dancing with a man that seemed slightly familiar- for fucks sake Tony! It was the man he had been trying to set Wanda up with, you remembered him from the earlier encounter at the bar. You felt a swarm of jealousy cover you like a bee hive over a keeper. You wanted to rip him away from her but she quickly saw you and stopped dead in her tracks, her face filled with embarrassment that quickly changed to guilt as she looked in your eyes. You felt the sour look on your face sear into her mind and you began to walk away. The door to the hallway was farther than you remembered at the beginning of the night, the people around you seemed to make a clear path in your mind. Suddenly you were stopped by Tony who had a concerned look, you attempted to walk past him and muttered small insults at the man but he ignored them. “Wanda doesn’t look to good… take her back to her room? She asked for you” he had to slightly yell the second half of his request as the music pounded into your skull. As much as you wanted to be upset with the girl she had no idea of your feelings, she wasn’t to blame here, infact no one was… except you. Nodding he guided you towards her as she sat on the edge of the couch and seemed to perk up as she saw Tony with you. Placing a hand on her forehead you felt her temperature was higher than it should be and you gently guided her to stand up. She moved like a wet spaghetti noodle with how flimsy she was. “Hey, red…” she nuzzled close to you and you sighed as you picked her up in your arms. Her breath hit the raw skin of your neck and almost made you stumble as you walked. Steadying yourself with the idea that she was too intoxicated to control her actions you made your way into the hallway. One of your hands made small circles on her back as you carried her along, attempting to soothe her in her current state. As you passed your room she seemed to whine as you continued.

“No… I want Y/N’s bed” she spoke softly into your ear and that made your heart almost burst -even if it was slurred. You stopped and looked down at her and the sight made your willpower crumble like an ancient statue. “I want Y/N.” a small smile hit your lips and you turned around back in the direction of your room. “I’m here, don’t worry koldovskoy I’m not going anywhere”.

—

As you set her down on your bed you felt her temperature once again but she began to squirm. She wiggled her way into an upright position and you asked her what was wrong. She simply said “Clothes” and began to reach for her zipper on her back. She struggled and you stifled a laugh as you reached to help. She swatted you away and for a moment you feared you had crossed a boundary, she usually allowed you to help her when the night became this blurry and she had said on multiple occasions she trusted you, instead she rubbed her eyes and spoke “only Y/N can do that…he’s gentle” this made you laugh at her words, no one else on the team would even use that word to describe you. You were known to cause damage to the compound, and rip clothes whenever you couldn’t make them fit, hell Tony had to reinforce your phone because you kept destroying them. She was the first person to call you gentle. When you looked back at her she gave you an offended look. “Don’t laugh at him!” you stopped and gave her a soft smile.

“Okay… what else do you think he is?” you weren’t going to lie, this made you curious but you also hoped she didn’t answer, whatever she would say to you wouldn’t be fully truthful. She isn’t in a conscious state of mind, you didn’t want to find out what she thought about you while she was also attempting to rip her dress off. She let out a huff and began talking, you stood up and rummaged through your clothes in the half-lit room. Grabbing her a nightshirt and a pair of pyjama pants as you listened. “He’s sweet, handsome, -and he is sooooo funny. Tony said I should ask him out,” you stopped moving altogether, what? “-oh! He also liked old movies, and he’s handsome” the repeating of her words didn’t help you regain any composure as she sunk into your pillows. You snapped back into reality and lightly nudged her the clothes you expected her to go into the bathroom or something to change but she somehow managed to unzip herself partially, you took in a sharp breath and went back to your clothes and didn’t turn around as you rushed to the bathroom to change yourself. You mouthed curses at yourself as you remained confused and perplexed at her words.

Leaving the bathroom in your captain america pyjamas you found a sight that wasn’t unfamiliar. Wanda laying in your bed cuddled up under the covers. You decided to take the floor on the bottom of the bed, you didn’t want her to wake up hungover in the same bed as you, -which wasn’t an uncommon thing but you felt like things between the two of you needed to change, especially if you were going to get over her. Right as you closed your eyes you heard her speak up once again “I can’t sleep” you looked over and saw her fling the covers off herself “It’s so cold…” just as quick as her words left her mouth she was asleep. Or so you thought.

—

As you were in your dream fighting off a field of bears with Viking armour you suddenly felt yourself lose your breath. You began to attempt to catch your breath and you ended up waking yourself up as you had attempted to breathe. Your eyes remained closed but you could feel a weight on your chest that was warm and seemed to completely surround you. Your nose filled with a familiar scent and you finally opened your eyes. Shit. That was the first thought you had as you opened your eyes. You found the woman who you finally realized was actually interested in you and was now resting her head on your chest. How the fuck did I end up in my bed?! I fell asleep on the floor. Her head moved and you froze in place not wanting to wake her up while you were in this position. Slowly as she moved her head off of your chest you carefully exited the bed like a snake and slithered onto the floor and ran into the bathroom to hide for a moment. Her voice softly called out for you only a second later.

“Y/N?...” her voice seemed different. It wasn’t the way she usually called out to you, it was soft. You quietly spoke from the bathroom “Give me a second, I’ll be right back” you splashed your face with handfuls of water and started gulping down as much from the faucet as you could. You could feel the hum of a hangover leaning over you. You didn’t drink more than a few glasses, how the hell do you feel like shit now? Opening the door and walking back to your bed your feet hit the cold empty glasses that seemed to litter your floor. Confusion etched onto your face and you continued to make a path silently to your bed. Laying down and encasing yourself with the blanket you were caught off guard for a second as you registered who was still in your bed. Holy shit. This is real, and you were in bed with Wanda. You felt her hands roam your torso.

Wait.

You didn’t have a shirt, or pants on. You remember going to bed in pyjamas.

The feeling of her pressed against you under the covers was soothing. And her voice almost sent you back into a deep sleep. “So warm” her words were stretched out, as if they were a cat waking up from a nap. She was just as warm as you. Your hand moved to her thigh that had was already draped over you. Running circles on her back and her thigh, your hand acted as though it already knew how she liked it.

You two layed there until 10am when there was a knock at your door. You grogily got out of bed once again and navigated the maze of bottles that littered your floor. Grabbing the first shirt you saw and slinging it on before answering the door. Opening it you came face to face with Sam. SHIT SAM!

He looked at you with a mischievous grin and attempted to enter the room but you kept the doorway blocked. He raised an eyebrow before he looked you up and down and pursed his lips as he held in a smile. “You uh… have fun last night?” you rolled your eyes and go out into the hallway with him. You close the door softly hoping not to wake Wanda who was still fast asleep in your bed. Whispering to Sam in an almost yelling manner “Sam… please tell me you had an after party in my room because I have no idea how I now have so many empty bottles… and a girl in my bed” The last part of the sentence dropped his jaw and he yelled out in excitement, you quickly covered his mouth shushed him as loud as you could while whispering “Shut the fuck up! She’s sleeping!!” he nodded and you dropped your hand from his mouth. “What are you doing here? I don’t have training today and we don’t have a meeting”

He looked at you with a smug expression. “I came to see if you were dead after all the booze you had me bring you…and your special friend -which by the way,” he pointed at you “you wouldn’t tell me who! Tried to ask you a few times and you laughed” You felt the memory break through your mind and rush to the surface.

—

You left the company of Wanda sitting on the floor with you and answered the door. Sam stood there slightly dishevelled, his pupils were blown and it was very obvious he was on his way to bed after his delivery. He handed you three multipacks of assorted drinks and some snacks, placing the multipacks inside you closed the door just enough to hide the full view of Wanda and thanked him. He attempted to lean over and get a glimpse at your mystery woman but you moved the door and smirked at him. He tried to question “Who’s the lucky lady?” you shook your head in defiance and winked at him before giggling like a giddy kid and shutting the door. You turned around and saw Wanda begin to laugh at the sight of you and take a swig of the malt you had been saving. “Guess I must be your lucky lady…” you stood there and looked at her. “I think I’m the lucky one right now” taking a drink out of the multipack you take a gulp of it and sit down next to her. “Now where did we leave off??...right!” you grab the remote and unpause the movie. You two weren’t actually paying attention to the movie instead you were progressively getting drunker and performing horrendous imitations of the characters on screen and mocking their decisions.

—

Oh fuck. Did you flirt with her? You’ve never flirted with Wanda before. Oh, this night was definitely weird. You turned back to Sam “Yeah… about that sorry man, I kinda can’t tell you… yeah, bye!” quickly turn around and dashed for your door, slamming it in front of him as he tries to catch you. You definitely woke her up now.

Standing in the entry way of your room and the light peaking through the curtains of your windows you get a good look at Wanda. She is laying deeply under the covers and you could have sworn she looked like the most beautiful person in the entire world. Taking a step forward warily incase she opens her eyes and is startled by you. She isn’t, she groans as she covers her head with the blanket. She speaks slightly muffled under the covers “get rid of the sun… and please tell me sam didn’t need me” You chuckle at her words and honestly you would make sure the sun never shined again if that is what she truly wanted. “No, he didn’t need you -he wanted to make sure I wasn’t dead after last night” she peaks out of the cover when she hears you closing the curtains even more. “Why? What happened?” you freeze in place and look at her, did she not remember? Or did she -much like you- have it all trapped under the surface in her mind?

Reaching down you grab the pair of pyjamas that you had given her last night off the floor, the slight flash of hands ripping them off her body came to the front of your mind. “Not much, I don’t remember that much” handing them to her your fingers touch slightly and theres a twist in your gut at the contact. “I-uh, I’m gonna…just go shower real quick,” you swallow hard as she sits up and you notice her full lack of clothes “do you wanna- would you want to go after me? -or do you want to go back to your room…” your words trail off and you thought for a moment that she had a look of confliction, not just on a simple decision but in the way she sees you. Her eyes had slipped down you for a second before slingshotting back up to your face and her expression changed. “Yeah…-I’ll go after you,” she gave you a smile and you nodded before turning around and stepping over the bottles once again. Cursing yourself for going so overboard the night before. As you discard the shirt that you now realize is one that Wanda had left in your room days before. Turning on the shower and waiting for it to heat up you look in the mirror and notice something. Multiple large red and purple marks on the base of your neck, shoulder, and collar bones. You looked like a bruised cow. Touching them and they don’t feel like bruises. Another part of the night comes to mind.

—

Eventually, you two reach the rom-com section of cheesy movies and the drunker you are the closer you two get. While Wanda mocks the lead actress of the movie you catch yourself staring at her lips, not even going up to see her eyes but rather zoned in on what she is saying and the smile she had. “Who even falls for the best friend in real life anymore?!” her words dragged you out of your frozen state. Her comment on the storyline had you nervously laughing “no one, it's all just in movies, those are who fall for their best friends”

You tried to add to her point “And books…only ever works out in books” Your eyes seem to have a mind of their own and they dart to her lips once again. She whispered something you couldn’t understand and started to slowly lean in. Your mind went blank you and you froze once again as she made contact with your lips. She pulled away quickly but your brain seemed to catch up and you slammed your lips back against hers. The taste of the alcohol on her lips added to the feeling of weightlessness. Your hand came up and cupped her face, while the other wrapped around her hip and pulled her close to you.

—

“Oh shit” you whispered out and your hands came up to your face. “I’m fucked” slipping off your boxers and slipping into the warm water you feel a sting as it runs down your back, a sharp yell leaves your throat as your body moves on autopilot to escape the water. “JeSUs FUcK!!” jumping out of the shower you stand away from the mirror, stretching yourself to get a good look at your back you see long red marks and a few open cuts along with them. Your eyes widen as you try to think back on the night. It hits you and you let your head go ‘thunk’ against the wall. Sighing deeply you enter the shower once again as the fuzzy memory comes to you.

—

You’re hoisting Wanda up onto the bed and her legs wrap around your waist as your kisses deepen into a hungry battle. The two of you attempt to bring the other closer. It slightly fades from your mind and then suddenly you are over a topless Wanda who suddenly flips you. Drunken giggles release from both of you and within seconds you are kissing with both your smiles pressed against the other. Your pyjama pants were already gone from view and so was your shirt. Or was it? Your mind starts to meld and soon you are faced with the image of Wanda against your neck and the memory of her body against yours. Breathing heavily you move in tandem with her hips.

—

Finishing up the shower you dry off and pick up your clothes, entering into the rest of the room you notice Wanda had left and you feel a twist in your stomach, like something just feel from a thousand feet in the air on your heart and it fell through every other organ. The dryness in your throat came to and your mind swirled with worry as you began to think of why she left. You know you didn’t take too long in the shower -you actually finished it faster than usual-, maybe she started to find pieces of the night just as you were. That made the knot even worse. Quickly you got dressed and rushed out of your door. Blowing past Sam in the hallway, Bruce in his lab and as you round the corner into the kitchen you collide right with who you were searching for. Wanda. “Shit” The impact had knocked one of the drinks in her hand and spilled all over the both of you. Discarding your shit that was only half wet you attempted to use it to dry her off before slight giggling from Tony could be heard behind you as he walked past.

“Nice battle scars…” fuck me. Thats all you can say to yourself as you realize what he is referring to. “Who’d yo get them from” he takes a sip of his coffee with a coy look on his face.

“No one, I uh… must have fallen or something last night” You see Pietro approach you with a spare shirt that he had run to grab as soon as you tore off your own. Unbeknownst to you Wandas eyes were locked on the marks that decorated you and she began to connect the dots. Putting up a front she looked away and headed back into the kitchen. You tried to follow her as you slipped the new shirt on, but quickly Maria pulled you aside by your ear as you almost reached Wanda. She took you down the hallway and into supply closet. “What the fuck did you do last night?” you looked at her with the widest of eyes and the dullest of brains behind them.

“Nothing…” she hit your chest with a smack “Don’t lie to me,” her finger was pointing into your chest now “I can tell something happened between you two, now spill!” you swallow what is left of your pride, and take a deep breath. “I have some faint memories of it, -like a few non PG memories…” you scratch the back of your head as you try to wrack your mind “I’m pretty sure we slept together, but I don’t know if she remembers it or not”

Maria looks at you with exasperation “okay… are you blind?? Because the way she was walking out of your room I could see what happened” you felt yourself go red with embarrassment. “Do you think she’s upset with me?” She sighed and averted your gaze. “I don’t think so…but if you ignore this for too long she might think you are”

God dammit.

Standing there after Maria left the cramped space you thought for a second. You’ve had these feelings for Wanda held up inside forever, you’ve wanted to hold her and kiss her since the first day you met her. You finally got to but you barely remember it and you don’t even know if she remembered it too. Theres a fear that lingers in your mind that she regrets it, that the friendship you two built so delicately formed and that this had ruined it. You leave the closet and walk into the kitchen. Looking for Wanda you scan the room but you’re unable to find her. Leaving with a huff you head back to your room. Your head was pounding and you had a stash of advil in your nightstand.

As you open your door you hear the water running in your bathroom. The sound of someone in the shower scared you for a moment before you knocked on the door. The sound of the water stopping and footsteps you recognized approach the door sent a chill across you. She opened the door and within second you were face to face with Wanda covered in water droplets and draped in your towel. You felt a lump form in your throat as you looked over her. Your surprise was written on your face and she panicked for a moment, apologizing for using your shower and attempting to get past you. You put a hand out and stop her. Looking down at her you ask her the question that is tugging at you “do you remember last night?” she opens her mouth to speak but you cut her off as you know that look on her face all too well “-don’t lie, please… don’t lie” the two of you were close. Close enough that you could feel her breath on your skin, you could feel the beat of her heart as she stared up at you.

She looked at you, a mix of fear and nerves decorated her face. You had matched her nerves now. Her expression shifted “Do you?” you looked at her lips and back to her eyes. The distance between you felt like there was none. Your mouth felt dry, your palms were sweaty, and your hangover was arriving with a passion. “I-um, I remember alot” you avoided her eyes as you spoke to her. “-What about you?” you’re holding your breath as you wait for her answer. It feels like it takes ages.

“Me too…” your hand that had been blocking her went to her waist.

“Do you have any regrets?” her eyes flickered down to your lips and her breath hitched. She shook her head and you leaned down. You whispered against her lips “neither do I” and this time your kiss wasn’t rushed, it was slow and full of all the emotions and love you had held for her in your heart. Her hands weaved through your hair and you felt a sense of deja vu, you held her closer than you could last night. Yours bodies disconnected but not your lips. You felt her hands leave your hair and play with the hem of your shirt. They disappear under and within seconds she’s tugging it off you and over your head. You release a giggle as her cold hands run over your skin. You guide her farther into the bathroom by her hips and close the door with your free hand.

The two of you finally got what you wanted. To be in the arms of the one you love.

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Courtiers

By VilyaNenyaVilya

inspired by this wonderful thread

Summary: Tony’s tired of all the dates he brings back to the tower leaving with barely a word. After walking in on a group of some of the Avengers, he gets a big dose of answers about why and… he’ll spin it to his advantage.

Rating: Teen. Wordcount: 2k. Tags: references to sex, fluff?, humor, Tony’s been oblivious but he figures it out, hopeful ending

(We’re in some bizarre AU land pre-IW where Tony’s very single and somehow every Avenger, plus Avenger-Loki, are either living in Avengers Tower or hang out there a lot. To paraphrase MST3K, don’t worry about it and relax. This is for fun)

Tony stared at his phone. The night before, date number five million had made an empty excuse and left Avengers Tower. It was frustrating. He used to be able to flash a cocky smile and well… that was that. After the big breakup with Pepper, he would have thought having become Iron Man would have made it even easier to get back in the casual sex game.

On the contrary, there was no response to his last text, so much for Freddie. He liked them too. Whatever.

He stomped into the elevator, selected the floor where gear maintenance was, and pinched his nose. There had to be a reason he stopped being able to land even a one night stand. He was getting older, but he was still hot, thank you very much. Once the elevator opened, he went through the little lobby right to the door and found the usual set of troublemakers on the team that hung out there.

“It’s been months since I’ve gotten laid. Not for lack of trying with the wining and dining, the razzle dazzle. Then they get back here and leave? Does this place smell or something? You gotta tell me if it does. Two super soldiers, a kick ass spy, an alien wizard, and a human wizard. One of you would have to be able to tell. Thoughts?”

Steve was wiping down the Captain America shield. “No idea.”

Bucky was at the same table as Steve, but he had a sharpener and a row of perfectly lined up knives he was working on. “Beats me.”

Natasha was with them and had her two Bite bracelets in front of her. She kept her eyes on them. “Very odd.”

Loki, at another table, was leaning back in a chair and was polishing one of his magically appearing daggers. “A mystery.”

Stephen was sitting across from Loki and there was a pile of ancient looking books between them. He didn’t look at Tony and instead fiddled with that sling ring he always wore. “Perhaps we’ll never know.”

They were all being super weird. Tony narrowed his eyes and the tracts of his brain snapped together on that particular topic. He couldn’t believe he hadn’t noticed what the little cabal had been doing for months. Months. He thought he was unlucky, not that he was being secretly babysat.

“Wait hold on, where the hell do any of you get off on chasing my dates away? What gives you the right?”

No one looked at him for a long moment. Steve was the one that had the sense to look scolded. Served him right.

The dagger Loki had vanished in green magic and he crossed his arms. He was the first to say something. “Have you forgotten what happened with Marcus?”

“I did not forget the guy who left my bed and tried to break in the lab to steal tech for some HYDRA stragglers.”

“You were lucky he wasn’t an assassin.” Natasha finally looked at him.

“Can’t have any more of those in the Tower.” The timeline ran through Tony’s head… they all hadn’t started to interfere until after then.

Steve put down the shield. “Sophie had made some social media posts about getting herself a sugar daddy to bleed dry.”

Tony wasn’t opposed to being a sugar daddy exactly, but he would like some sentiment involved and not just ruthlessness.

Stephen crossed his arms too. “Joey was deep into drug dealing. To children, Tony. Children.”

So he had missed that. It was a big one to miss, not that he was going to admit that.

Bucky added, “Maria was stalking you.”

“These are situations I’m perfectly capable of handling. Remember when I took a nuke to space?” Tony pointed up. “Saved New York? Most of you were there or in the city.”

JARVIS’s voice came from the speakers in the ceiling. “They have your best interests at heart.”

Tony felt his eyes go wide. “You too, J?”

“I offered to assist.”

“I can spend one night with someone. I’m a big boy.”

“That’s not what you're truly after.”

“That’s enough out of you kiddo. You’re grounded.”

“I’m simply following my programming to watch over you.” There was a long pause. “Sir.”

Tony rubbed his face. So what if what he really wanted was someone to love him and he’d love them back. Someone who didn’t mind sometimes he was a mess or didn’t make the right decisions. Someone who recognized that every minute he was trying to correct those same mistakes and be a good man.

He looked around the gear maintenance room where everyone else had gone back to cleaning or whatever it was they were doing like some secret team-within-a-team. “Okay, fine, you all win. I’m picking up terrible matches for me. Any of you got any ideas who I should ask out?”

There was dead silence in the room.

Tony looked at each one of them, really looked. He could not be seeing what he was seeing. Nope. He kept that realization under wraps and really hoped his face didn’t give anything away. “What am I asking you bunch of singles for? Legolas has got to have some ideas.”

He turned on his heel and forced himself not to run out of the room. All of them? He was panicking but not in a panic attack, thank god. Just good old fashioned ‘my friend is into me’ times five.

He really was on his way to find Clint. The archer-spy was happily married and not poly, so he was the one person in the entire tower he was confident was not harboring feelings and that he could talk to. JARVIS was helpful and said he was in the kitchen. Tony walked quickly out of the elevator, through the little lobby area, and right to the kitchen door. Clint was at the white marble island making a sandwich.

“Oh thank god you’re here. Help. Help.”

Clint reached for the knife on his belt. “What’s the situation?”

“No bad guys, unless you count five of our teammates chasing my dates away and secretly being into me.”

He went back to making the sandwich. “Oh that.”

“You knew?” Tony knew his mouth was hanging open.

“Unspoken, but yeah, I picked up on the looks behind your back. Sometimes at your ass.” Clint cut the sandwich in two diagonally.

Tony needed solid answers and Clint was observant, he just didn’t wave it around. “Who exactly? To be absolutely clear here.”

“Nat, Strange, Rogers, Loki, and Barnes.”

“Not Rhodey, Bruce, Thor, Sam, Scott, Wanda, and Pietro.”

“Right.” Clint got a second plate from the cabinet and two glasses. He opened the fridge for a pitcher of something. Iced tea?

Tony let out a breath. His brain probably would have exploded if the list included the other half of the team. “I just figured it all out and ran away like a damn skittish horse. They probably noticed. I need something to drink.”

Clint poured the liquid into both glasses. “Iced tea is all I’m gonna serve you.”

What a time to be a recovering alcoholic. “Thanks, I know, I know. I won’t. But I… is this bad? This might be bad?”

“J? Get Bruce.”

“Already sent him up, Agent Barton.”

“Eat this.” Clint took half of the sandwich he made for himself and put it on the second plate. He slid it over with the iced tea.

Tony dutifully sat on a stool like he was one of Clint’s kids. “Is it bad? It’s weird? It’s definitely weird. Sort of messed up. Are they all just pretending to be my friends because they want to get in my pants?”

“I am confident that’s not what anyone is doing. Silently pining away for you because they think you won’t be interested is more likely.”

“They’ve been interfering.” Tony’s voice came out a little bitter. So he was a little angry because it was overstepping in a big way. Anything they found out about his dates they could have just told him.

“That’s a hard one, but Freddie is married with five kids.” Clint sipped his iced tea.

“You too? Don’t tell me Laura and you want a third after all. That might break me.”

Clint shook his head. “Just looking into it from a security standpoint as your friend. Promise.”

“Freddie is married.” Tony frowned. That stung.

“Yeah. I was going to tell you next time I saw you.”

“I really liked them. They said they were in the city on a consulting gig for a few months.”

“That part is true. Back home they have a family and are not separated. Sorry man.”

Tony thought he could have more than a few nights with the beautiful and handsome marketing mogul and then maybe it could turn into something more. Damn. “Why can’t I just pick someone good for me. This has gotten to be ridiculous.”

There was movement at the doorway and Bruce walked in. “What’s up?”

Tony gave Bruce the rundown of the situation. As he explained, Bruce’s eyes got wider and wider. Some tracts of Tony’s brain started thinking of ways to resolve everything… Nat, Loki, Steve, Bucky, and Stephen were his friends and… complicated wasn’t the word.

Bruce said, “What? That doesn’t make sense.”

“Exactly! Are we in some alternate universe where Avengers Tower is a reality tv show? There are cameras everywhere, but they’re my cameras. Unless they’ve been hacked and this is the Truman Show.” Tony looked suspiciously at where he knew security cameras for JARVIS to be.

“They’re really interested in you?” Bruce sat down on a stool next to him.

“Who can blame them, look at me, I’m a catch, even with the periods of being a hot mess.” The tracts of his brain now had started thinking they all would be able to understand him… and they all had qualities that if he looked at them in a different way were… intriguing. Of course all of them being hot as hell didn’t hurt. He’d have to choose though…

Clint nodded. “I’d say they are.”

“So I didn’t imagine Loki checking you out lately.”

“You kept that to yourself? Come on, you’re supposed to be my science bro.” Tony poked Bruce in the arm. He could have been having hot and steamy sexy times, or maybe cold -Loki was a certain kind of alien- for what, months? And Clint was just as bad not saying anything. Tony could have been having a lot of great sex with great people that could lead to more.

Bruce shrugged. “I thought I needed my eyes checked. He’s Loki.”

“Maybe I’m irresistible.” Tony perked up at that. Sure, the situation was a shock, but hell, he still had it. He was Tony Stark, Iron Man. People wanted him. Avengers wanted him. Hell yeah.

Clint had sat down too and was eating his half of the sandwich. “This is really going to your head.”

“Once I got over the shock of five of my friends chasing away my dates, I started thinking of the possibilities.” So many possibilities. He took a bite of the sandwich and chewed.

“What are those?”

He took a moment and swallowed the food. One tract of his brain had an absolutely brilliant idea. Maybe his best one since Iron Man. “It’s The Bachelor.”

“We’re still on the reality tv topic.” Bruce rubbed his face.

Tony moved his hand in the air for dramatic effect. “I can see it now. The Bachelor: Tony Stark Edition. Wednesdays at 8pm Eastern/7pm Central on ABC.”

“You’re going on the Bachelor.” It was Clint’s turn to go wide-eyed.

“Correction, all of the Avengers are going on The Bachelor. Both of you have to be with me. I’m roping in the rest of the team to make a panel of guest judges. Help me out? I haven’t been doing great in the dating game lately. Ever, really.”

Clint nodded. “I’m in.”

“You don’t get to automatically vote for Nat.” Tony wiggled his finger.

“Fine.”

Bruce patted his shoulder. “Now that you bring it up, I have a lot of thoughts.”

“Fantastic.” Tony was enthusiastic.

He was going to make the most out of the situation. Step 1: Call ABC or maybe just Chris Harrison directly. Step 2: Convince everyone else to go on the show. Step 3: Find the romantic love of his life. Easy.

FIN

Who does Tony end up with? Pick your own fighter(s).

Ending inspired by @stxrksarc ‘s The Bachelor Tony Stark Edition. not butting in but it just fit for a resolution ya know?

#mcu fanfiction #tony stark fanfic #tony stark fanfiction #tony stark #tony stark mcu #frostiron #stony #winteriron #ironstrange #ironwidow #clint barton #bruce banner #Loki #steve rogers #bucky barnes #natasha romanoff #Reality TV Shenanigans #all around shenanigans #my fanfiction

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imagine-knowing-a-name · 1 year

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Class Pet

Summary: on a visit to the Stark residence, Jeff finds something in common with guinea pigs

Word Count: 1256

Warnings: None!

A/N: Based on a request from ao3 about Jeff meeting guinea pigs! Hope you enjoy! :)

Part of The Jeff Fictional Universe (you don’t need to read the others to understand)

"Pepper's invited the two of you over as well, said Morgan wants to see her cousin Jeff."

"Jeff is always up to see Morgan too, aren't you, bud?"

The land shark rolled over on your lap, switching his focus from the TV to you, so that you could see him nod.

"You've got to get ready then, I'm meant to meet Tony in an hour" Natasha called.

"Alright Jeff, you heard your mum, go grab what you need, we'll head out in 10"

You hopped off the sofa after him, deviating from his route when he trotted to his room. You took a detour to the kitchen before heading up to your room; you knew Natasha had returned there after her conversation with you in the living room. And sure enough, you walked in to find her rooting around under her desk.

"You got them all?" you asked quietly, not wishing to startle her. She still flinched, but stopped herself before her head hit the underside of the desk.

"Yeah, almost..." Her arm shot up victoriously, a pair of Widow bites in hand.

Her face fell from pride to a scowl when she emerged, due to the pair of Widow bites you held up.

"Which ones did I forget?"

"Kitchen."

"Why do I even have them in the kitchen? In an emergency I'd just grab a knife"

"They're the decoy set, for when Jeff steals the knives."

Natasha nodded in memory, then added,"Jeff does love his knives"

"We should get him a toy one, for the good of our shins"

"I'll ask Tony to make one in the meeting today"

You agreed, then poked your head out of the room "Jeff, are you ready? We've got to go!"

"mrrrph"

With furrowed brows, you went searching for your land shark, Natasha following behind with a stack of widow’s bites.

"Mrrrph" you heard again, before Jeff appeared around the corner, dragging a 5Ib sack of potatoes with him.

"Jeff..." Natasha sighed

"You go get the car ready, I'll sort it out," you told her, then turned to the land shark. "I said to get what you need, not this."

"Mrrrr."

"It's just a day trip, you'll be fed."

"Mrrrr."

"Yes, I promise. And the food will be much nicer than raw potatoes anyway"

"Mrrrrr"

"I'll take it back. You get your crocs on and meet Nat in the car, okay? Good boy."

You loved your ability, you really did… but sometimes you envied Natasha. For the whole 45 minute car ride, Jeff whined. To Natasha, they were quiet ‘mrrrr’s, but to you- to you they were endless cries of starvation from the land shark, who seemed to believe he would wither away on the spot when you took his raw potatoes from him. It got to the point where you called ahead, desperately checking with Pepper that snacks would be ready on your arrival; it somewhat calmed Jeff, but didn’t stop his whines completely.

And yet, the second the car began to slow, Jeff acted like it had never happened. He struggled against his seatbelt and bounded towards the cabin as soon as he was freed, not waiting for you or Nat to catch up. Morgan squealed, running out and wrapping her arms around Jeff who, once released, hopped up on his hind legs and just as eagerly hugged her back – they were practically the same height when he stood like that, you were glad he was making the most of it while it lasted.

“You’ve got to come see this, Jeffie!” the girl announced. Tony and Pepper leapt to the side, making their way out just as Morgan and Jeff stampeded in, oblivious to anything in their path.

“Morgan is taking care of the class guinea pig this week,” Pepper explained, welcoming you in while Tony and Natasha talked Avengers business in his lab. “She’s been dying to show Jeff.”

Sure enough, by the time you entered, Morgan was cross-legged in the makeshift guinea pig enclosure (of course Tony couldn’t stick to the cage provided), she held the creature in front of her and Jeff watched, transfixed, from outside the boundary. The land shark was stretching his neck to get as close a look at the creature as he could, but not yet daring to enter the enclosure fully.

“They purr when they’re happy, just like now, and whistle when they’re excited-” Morgan explained. The young girl looked down smiling at the small rodent, stroking it and only occasionally looking up to check Jeff was listening, which he always was. He was captivated. “And guinea pigs also have four toes on their front paws, but only three on their back! Just like you Jeff!”

"Mrrr?!" With a speed he usually reserved for eating, Jeff shot his head down to his feet, sitting and whining as he attempted to count his toes. He'd never learnt to count though.

"Mrrr. Mrrr. Mrrr?"

"Just come here, Jeff," you called. You picked him up and placed him on your lap, then held one of his arms in front of him. "One," you counted, delicately tapping his leftmost finger with your own. "Two," you continued, then "three, four!"

“Mrrr?” He squirmed, his fin now balancing between your knees as he waved his back feet towards you.

“Well…that’s one. Two. Three. Three toes on your back legs, four on your front, just like Morgan said.”

The land shark had some…interesting reactions to everything. From getting sleepy at IKEA, to making a shark conservation documentary after watching Jaws… you couldn't predict his next move. You thought this information was trivial enough that he would return to his daily routine, maybe inspect the guinea pig more. But you were mistaken.

Jeff stared into your eyes as the seconds dragged on, your announcement hanging in the air.

And then he bawled.

Jeff's face contorted into a gaping hole, his teeth shining through the frown while tears flowed from scrunched up eyes.

His howling was so loud that Natasha and Tony came running in, already poised with weapons in hand. Morgan covered the ears of her class Guinea pig, and Pepper covered the ears of her child in turn.

You considered covering the mouth of your child, but shark mouths are considerably larger than any pair of hands could cover.

So instead you knelt before him, stroking his head and softly reassuring him, until his cry became marginally bearable.

"What's wrong, Jeff? What's the issue?"

"Mrrrr?"

"Were your back toes cut off? No Jeff-"

"Mrrr!" He suddenly grabbed your hand, putting his own against it, finger to finger. Until he saw one didn't line up. "Mrrrr!" He screamed again.

"No, no, Jeff! Jeff, it's okay buddy, don't scream and let me explain."

"Mrrrr…"

"Thank you. You didn't lose a finger off of your hands, you always had four, just like you always had three on your back feet, same as the guinea pig. I promise they haven't fallen off, Jeff, we're just a different species, which means we have a different amount of toes, and that's okay, right? Just like we have other differences too."

"Mrrrr?"

"Um, okay we don't have differences, we're practically twins." The sarcasm was lost on Jeffrey, who truly did not notice the difference between a human and a land shark, but you let it go.

He'd calmed down, which meant you could leave him to enjoy the guinea pig's company carefree once again. And maybe you would hurry Tony up on that mouth knife, Jeff's screams should count as a superpower.

Jeff Taglist: @wolferine @unexpected-character

#natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff imagine #jeff the land shark #jeff the landshark #natasha romanoff fluff #natasha romanoff x y/n #marvel #mcu

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iam93percentstardust · 9 months

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🎄 Another sneak peek at the annual Christmas fic! 🎄

“Look,” Christine says gently as soon as the door closes. “Tony. I don’t think this is working out between us anymore. I think we need to call off the engagement.”

She can’t be serious. They’ve had a great relationship (okay, well maybe not a great relationship, but definitely a good one) for five years, and she fucks off to rural Montana for a week and decides that she doesn’t want this anymore? No way, this has something to do with Jake the flannel mountain.

She’s still talking, saying something about how she doesn’t feel like he’s ever really supported her hopes and dreams, which is absolutely ridiculous and he tells her that.

“You met your editor at a business dinner that I hosted. I invited him just because you said it was your life’s goal to work at that magazine. Did you forget that? Did you forget that your job is in New York? What are you going to tell them when your vacation time is up?”

She gives him a vaguely pitying look that makes him want to throw something. Possibly her. “Tony, there’s more to life than just your job and work. Not that you’d know that because you spend all your time in that workshop of yours.”

Like what? The vacations she wants to go on that he’s always made time for? The clothes she wants him to buy for her that he always does because he wants her to be happy? The date nights that he always leaves the workshop for, no matter how busy he is, because she gets so sad when he forgets about them and he hates it when she looks that way?

He asks her exactly that, genuinely curious to know what more she could possibly want out of him. “What else is there?”

“That’s so sad that you think that’s all there is,” she says, and that wasn’t his point at all, but before he can say that, she continues, “Like Christmas, Tony. You know, we’ve never once celebrated the holidays together? How are you okay with that?”

Well, yeah, they’ve never celebrated together. Growing up, Christmas, for Tony, was a time of photoshoots and Howard locking himself in his office for last-minute business deals before the end of the year and getting left behind as his parents drove off to yet another rich people’s Christmas party. Christmas wasn’t a time of joy and family, and he’s had no reason to change that as an adult. Christine had always said that was one of the things that she liked about him because it gave her a chance to get one up on her coworkers who always took the holiday off.

“Christmas is important, Tony. Jake spends every Christmas volunteering at the animal shelter to give the unadopted animals the best holiday they could have. And you just spend it in the office.”

Sure, but the Maria Stark Foundation’s Holiday Gala raises enough money every year to keep the New York soup kitchens fully stocked for at least six months, so he thinks he’s doing pretty well on the charity front.

“I know we used to have the same values,” she says. “But I’ve changed since I met Jake again.”

He has the sneaking suspicion that she’s getting ready to justify the fact that she absolutely cheated on him this last week.

“He gets me, and he loves me, more than I think you ever did.”

Wow. That one really hurts. He has done so much for her, but because he couldn’t fly out with her this one time, he suddenly doesn’t love her. What right does she have to tell him his own feelings?

“He makes me so much happier than I was with you.”

“I get it,” he says abruptly. “You don’t have to twist the knife. He’s perfect and everything you ever wanted, and I’m not. I get it.” He pauses and takes a deep breath. He can be mature about this. He can be a grown-up about this, just like Pepper is always begging him to be. “I only wish you the best of happiness with Jake. I hope you guys build a great life together.”

Tears shine in Christine’s eyes, which is so unfair. Tony’s the one who’s getting dumped. He should be the one crying. “Aw, thank you, Tony. Your blessing means the world to me.”

Yeah, that is absolutely not what’s going on here, but sure, anything to get him out of this situation faster, because if he has to stand here for any longer, he’s absolutely going to break down about the fact that his fiancée cheated on him, moved halfway across the country without telling him, and then dumped him all because he… doesn’t celebrate Christmas?

#fic: last flight home #alle writes #stevetony

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lugialagia · 1 year

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Distraction

Summary : When Tony gets locked out of the lab and sees Natasha in a bikini late at night...things happen.

Paring : Ironwidow (Tony x Natasha)

Words : 2,832

Contains : fluff, smut, nipple play, oral sex (f!receiving), unprotective sex, sex in a pool

Tony had been working quite hard lately. He had spent several days, mostly, in the lab because he was hyperfixated on this new project of him. The genius’ mind was quite special. He couldn’t seem to manage to function correctly if a project was on the table. Like, he was forgetting everything. Jarvis had to remind him to eat and drink and to go shower and to sleep. But Tony was a stubborn man, he barely ate once a day and mostly drank coffee just to stay awake.

But after the fifth day, the AI decided that it was a bit too much and called Pepper to the rescue. She was one of the only persons to manage to kick Tony out of his lab. And the man finally listened to actually get out of the room. Pepper asked Jarvis to lock the lab for at least two days, make Tony relax or at least do something else.

Of course, Tony groaned loudly when Pepper left and Jarvis denied the access to his lab. This woman would always win. He could hack the AI, yes, but he didn’t like to do that, unless it was a threatening emergency. And this wasn’t. So, he went to eat and actual and complete meal, drank water and a bit more coffee still, went to take a shower and played some video games.

The night came by quickly and he made his way to his bedroom, deciding that yes, sleep was kind of important in the end. But thanks to the holy coffee he drank during those past days, sleep apparently didn’t want him. Tossing around again and again, he groaned when an hour passed and he was still awake. Maybe reading would help him? Calm his mind and tire his eyes. So, he grabbed a book and read around thirty minutes. Then, he put the book down and closed his eyes, ready to welcome the sandman.

But once again, he never came. That was really frustrating. Standing up, Tony went to his closet, walked inside and grabbed his swimming trunk and a towel and went to his indoor swimming pool. Maybe some exercise will help him find sleep after.

***

Natasha just came back from a mission today. It had been rough. Not physically, she wasn’t even hurt, but it was mostly long and kind of boring. That was the worst for her. She liked action. So, this, seven days of spying and tracking, fighting twice, it wasn’t her cup of tea. But thankfully, she was back now. And she noticed that the tower was pretty quiet. Usually, some were always around playing, laughing or drinking at this time of the evening. She knew that Clint was off to see his family, but for the rest, she didn’t know. Anyway, this could be good, right? At least she wouldn’t hear Thor’s loud laugh or some weird joke Sam was always spitting.

After taking a quick shower, just to freshen up, Natasha put on her gym clothes and took the elevator to train a bit. She needed to let her frustration out for not fighting as much as she wanted. Walking over the punching bag, she started to throw punches and kicks at it. She did this for at least fifteen minutes before going for the treadmill. Once she was tired of running, she decided to get the throwing knives and the target. She quite liked this exercise, it was surprisingly relaxing.

When she was done and satisfied, she went back to her room and changed into her swimsuit. She would just stay for a bit and then would be done for the day. But of course, she didn’t expect anyone to be here.

Tony was just as much surprised to see the red head here. He didn’t even know she was back from her mission. “You could warn a guy there. I thought I was alone.” He said when she walked out of the elevator. “I thought I was alone. But I can always go back to my room if I’m disturbing...whatever you’re doing here.” Natasha replied with a playful smile. Of course, they always were playing with each other, it was some kind of a game by now.

“I live here, in case you forgot. I still have the right to be here.” Tony replied with a light laugh. “You can stay, I’m not doing anything suspicious goddamn.” The more the woman was approaching the pool, the more Tony was seeing her body. He didn’t light up the room, just had very dim lights here and there on the corners of the room. And damn, what he saw was, mesmerizing. Her black suit was separated in two pieces, the bra tied up in her back and around her neck, showing a bit of her cleavage. Her fit stomach was showing up, her skin seemed so smooth. And her panties were...not covering up her ass entirely and leaving her wonderful thighs to his sight. The genius always had a crush on the spy. He made that very clear in the beginning, but all his advances were drowned by the woman. So, with the years, he never tried anything again, even if he still was flirty sometimes.

And of course, Natasha thought it was just part of his personality. Tony was like that. A charmer. He wasn’t very serious with this kind of comments, and to be honest, she thought that is great love was and always would be Pepper, even if they broke up a year ago now. Of course, she rejected his advances at first, when they met, because her job was to get close to him and she wasn’t supposed to see him after that. And still, her job was her life, she never wanted for something to get in between. But with time, she learnt to appreciate the playboy and his flirty attitude, his smart mind and all that was making Tony, Tony.

But now, it was too late to act on that, she knew it and accepted it long ago. “I know. But I’m surprised you aren’t in your lab.” Natasha said as she sat down on the edge of the pool. Tony just stayed a bit away from her, back facing the edge as both of his arms were propped up on it. “Honestly, I would if it wasn’t for Jarvis calling Pepper on me.” The man said with a snort. “She locked me out today and tomorrow. I was almost done with my project!”

“Whining like a kid won’t get you anywhere Tony.” Natasha continued with a laugh. “If she came, it’s because it was an emergency. You know you need to care about your health a bit more.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” Tony huffed. “What about your mission? Did it go well?” He asked to change the topic.

“It was really boring. But overall, it wasn’t a failure, so, yes.” She said with a hum, just letting her feet move in the water. The two of them continued their conversation for a few minutes before Tony decided to get a bit closer, staying next to her, still in the water, elbows up on the edge. It probably was a bad idea. The more they were talking, the more Tony was glancing at her body. And he was up close now.

Damn, it wasn’t the right time to get a boner. But he couldn’t help it. “Aren’t you going to swim?” He finally ask, trying to distract her so he could get out of here.

“I’m good enough talking with you for now, that helps me relaxing.” Natasha said with a light smile, looking down at him. “What about you? You can continue what you were doing.”

“No, I...just like you. Talking feels good.” Tony said, taking a rapid glance at her thigh before looking straight at the wall facing him. That was strange. He wasn’t very at ease right now and Natasha obviously noticed it. Could this be...? Oh. Maybe she still had a chance to act upon her feelings in the end? She would be dumb to not try, right?

“So, this had nothing to do with the boner you’re hiding?” She asked with her infamous teasing smirk. “No! Goddamn it woman, I hate you.” Tony grumbled not very happy with the fact that she discovered the truth.

“No, you don’t.” Natasha replied with a light laugh.

“Of course I don’t, you know that.” A moment of silence settled between the two, Tony mostly debating if he should stay here or leave.

Natasha just rolled her eyes at his silence. “Just kiss me, you stupid genius.”

Tony was kind of startled by her words. Did she really say that out loud? Quickly looking up at her, he very much saw in her gaze that she was indeed expecting something. Not wasting a second more, he moved in front of her legs, stepping on the stair, to press his lips against hers. The kiss was passionate, full of emotion and unshared feelings. They both had been bottling it up for years, it was time to unleash them. After their making out session, they briefly parted to breathe. “Wow.” This was all Tony could say at the moment.

“I guess we were both stupid at this point.” Natasha said with a light smile.

“Yeah, we were.” Tony confirmed. “Time for us to make out for lost time. What do you say?”

Natasha grinned, kissing him again, a bit more softly this time. “I’d say yes. Definitely, yes.”

Tony didn’t need anything more. Diving in for her neck, he started to leave kisses and was nibbling on her neck, knowing the best spots to make her shiver and want more. Closing her eyes and holding onto Tony’s hair, she lost herself into the pleasure his lips were offering. Natasha never really had a good partner. She never felt real pleasure. Maybe once or twice, yes. But as a secret agent, she never let herself being attached to anyone, and most time, when she indeed had sex, it was part of her mission. This was her job to seduce men, to let them toy with her before she could get all the information she needed.

Only this time, Tony wasn’t part of any mission. She liked him. She was attached and she could abandon herself to the pleasure, feel it for real. Softly moaning his name as he traced the outline of her breast with his fingers, Tony hummed. “Can I take it off?” He asked softly, continuing his ministration. After her confirmation, he untied the top of her swimsuit, letting it fall beside her, revealing her full breast.

“Gorgeous.” Tony said as he observed her body. “You know I wanted to see you naked since the first day. Don’t know if it was worth the wait but fuck, that was exactly what I expected.” He finished with a grin. Natasha knew she had quite an exquisite body and this is why she was using it a lot to lure men. But hearing this from Tony, it was completely different. It pleased her. Not disgusted her.

“Trust me, I know that.” She said with a laugh. “But I’m glad you like the view.”

“More than like, if you really want to know.” Tony replied before diving in, letting his mouth explore her breast. Kissing the smooth skin, he soon ended up taking a nipple into his mouth, licking and teasing it with his teeth as he played with the other with his hand. The woman’s body reacted right away, her buds getting hard under his touch, moans escaping her mouth as her core was getting on fire.

The genius took his time to please her and explore her body, touch her skin, carving her body into his memory. When he deemed that her breast was sensitive enough, he looked up at her. “Let me take this off, yeah? And spread your legs wide for me.” He purred, tugging at the bottom of her swimsuit until he discarded it in the water. Doing as she was told, she parted her legs wide, giving him a full view of her intimacy. No doubt she was getting excited. “Fuck baby, you’re gonna kill me.” Tony groaned, very much being excited as well, a boner forming in his trunk.

Smirking down at him, Natasha was glad he was liking it that much. “Would be a shame to kill you right now. What are you going to do with me, Tony?” Snorting, the man didn’t even reply with words. Instead, he just lowered down for his lips to meet her folds. This time, Tony didn’t want to take his time. He had enough. He wanted to taste her, feel her and hear her moans. And he did hear her moans and his name falling out of her lips once he used his tongue to ravish her mound. Liking at her lips, sucking at her clit, collecting her juice, he made everything to make her feel good.

And he definitely was completing his mission. Natasha was in heaven. Gripping his hair and the edge of the pool for support, she pulled his face closer to feel him more. Tony had a lot of experience and she was very glad for it. He knew what to do to make her core wet, to make her whimper with need. She wasn’t even ashamed to be so vocal for once, because her feelings were real. Slipping his tongue past her entrance was definitely her breaking point. She was getting wetter, her clit throbbing with need. “Tony...I’m close.”

With a hum, Tony ate her out with passion, giving her sensitive clit all the attention it deserved. He didn’t even need to finger her, his mouth and tongue was enough to make her come undone a few seconds later. “You taste amazing.” He said licking his lips when he pulled away, mouth shining with her juice.

“Bet you taste even better.” Natasha replied, cupping his jaw and leaning down to kiss him. She could taste herself on his lips, but she didn’t mind at all, it was fuelling her even more.

“We’ll have all the time to test that out later.” Tony said as he pulled her into the water with him, kissing her one last time while she was getting rid of his trunk, freeing his hard shaft. Wrapping a hand over it, Natasha hummed against his lips.

“You’ll feel amazing inside me, I know it.” She purred, stroking him slowly, teasing the tip with her thumb. Letting out a moan, Tony placed his hands on her ass, pulling her flush against him, her breast squished against his chest.

“We should test that out then.” Tony said huskily, sitting down on the stairs, bringing her on his lap. “I’m all yours baby, take whatever you need.”

“That’s a very good idea.” Natasha said with a grin, taking his shaft to press it against her entrance. Slowly, she sank down on him and stopped only when he was fully buried inside her. Both of them let out a moan at the feeling of the other. They definitely were a perfect fit. “Like I said, you feel amazing.” The woman added, staring at her lover.

“I can return the compliment, baby.” Tony said, reaching out to cup her breast like it was the most delicate thing ever. “Can’t believe I missed this for years.”

Natasha agreed with him, slowly starting to bounce on his cock, her walls welcoming him with pleasure. Tony truly was mesmerized by her body moving in front of him, the water making her skin shine was a bonus. His hands were all over her, touching every bit of skin he could reach. Moaning in unison, they made out again as they made love. But the more passion they were showing, the more Natasha was moving, trying to reach her peak.

And it happened a moment after, moaning into each other’s mouth. Tony was rubbing onto her clit, his cock twitching inside her. Her walls were gripping his as she continued to move up and down. Then, they came, both of their name being moaned like it was the most beautiful thing ever.

After a moment to recover, Tony gently kissed her again, one last time. “You were so perfect.” Standing back up, Natasha smiled and offered her hand for him to stand as well, returning the compliment. “Let’s go back to my room for the rest of the night. It’ll be better than staying in the pool.” He said with a laugh.

“You’re right. And I still want to get a taste of you.” Natasha replied with a teasing smirk as they walked toward the elevator.

“Oh babe, you’re in for a long ride.” Tony laughed, gently spanking her ass. “I’m not gonna leave the bedroom until I have access to my lab again.” And with that, they went to his suite, leaving their clothes and towels in the pool.

#marvel #tony stark #natasha romanoff #ironwidow #tony x natasha #smut #tony stark smut #natasha romanoff smut #marvel smut #fluff #love

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house-of-slayterr · 2 years

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Journalistic Science

You rolled over in your bed, groaning as your alarm went off for the third time this morning. You'd been up all night drinking, thanks to a certain someone. Your head was killing you, and your body felt sluggish. Twelve shots were certainly your maximum, no need to restest the hypothesis. You slapped the off button on your alarm clocks and slunk out of bed. As you walked passed the mirror, you stopped, you looked like shit.

You groaned, making your way over to the shower, seems like you'd be missing breakfast this morning. You didn't have time for both. After the shower, you there your hair up in a messy bun, you searched the cabinet for your contacts but were confused when you couldn't find any.

"Oh come on! Don't be out you irresponsible little shit! How did you forget to pick up more?"

You ran two your dresser, pulling out your spare glasses. They were thick, yellow-rimmed, hexegon-shaped frames. They made your eyes look huge with how strong your prescription was. But without them, you'd be useless. You pulled on your favourite sweater, intending to take it off when you got to work. You grabbed an energy drink on your way out and sped off to the Stark compound. As you made your way in, you realised you forgot your badge.

"Shit!" You swore.

A light chuckle was heard from behind you.

"Forget your badge again L/N?" Pepper's voice came from directly behind you.

You nearly jumped, caught off guard by her presence. You let out a heavy sigh, you knew her testing was playful, but you weren't in the mood today.

"Spare me the lecture please, it's been a long day." "It's only five am." She chuckled.

"Precisely."

"J.A.R.V.I.S, allow miss L/N Int the building without her badge from now on, just use the facial I.D. scanner." She instructed.

"Thank you!" you called out to her, as you rushed to the lab.

She never once looked up from her tablet, a bad habit she got into when in work mode. But she did raise a hand at you in acknowledgement. You made your way down the familiar path, keeping your head down You groaned loudly when you heard the sound of Black Sabbath blaring through the walls. You always wondered why Stark never turned on the soundproofing in the room, perhaps it was on purpose to annoy you.

"You're late." He said, also not looking up from his project.

"And you're the worst boss." You joked.

"It's not my fault, you can't handle your liquor. Company party requires your pretty face to show up."

You rolled your eyes at his comment. This man would sleep with anyone, and he practically had. You wondered if he even notices poor Pepper Potts was pining over him. She devoted herself fully to the company, as a way to distract herself from her boss. It was found upon to date at work, especially with that sort of power dynamic. But you routed for your friend anyway. She was probably the only person that talked to you besides Tony.

"Nice sweater by the way." He snickered.

You'd forgotten to take it off in your haste. It had a picture of a cat wearing heart-shaped sunglasses, drinking a latte on it. You quickly pulled it off over your head, accidentally knocking your glasses off in the process. You groaned when you heard a cark when they hit the hard lab floor. Tony paused what he was doing and came to your aid, picking up your glasses off the floor. You there your sweater on your chair and squinted at him.

"Which of the gods did I piss off today?" You asked jokingly.

He chuckled, gently grabbing your face and putting your glasses back on. It made you blush slightly, you were sure any person would in your position. It was odd how kind he was with you, you'd been how the billionaire treated other people.

"Take an extra long lunch today and go see the company optometrist, I'll have them fast-track a new pair of glasses for you. Or we could always just design you a pair that has an anti-gravity mechanism."

You couldn't tell if he was joking or not, but the lightheartedness was appreciated. He always knew how to make you less stressed. You pulled away, laughing awkwardly.

"Yeah, well make it the next big Stark invention, it will be so useful for the masses." You said sarcastically.

You quickly rushed over to your desk, resuming the project you were working on. Today you were probably focused on coding something that Mr Stark was working on as a side project. he was a genius, and he could just code something to code it for him, but he liked your work better. You rarely made errors, and always paid attention to details. It was one of the things he liked about you when he picked you over all the other scientists who applied for the job.

You majored in computer science, biochemistry, physics and aeronautical engineering. You were also finishing your linguistic and psychology degrees just for fun. You felt out of place if you weren't in a classroom, it made you feel incomplete. Tony always asked why you didn't just become a professor, you were more than qualified. But your response was always "And miss out on working in this dank lab with your awful music taste?" He nearly fired you the first time you said you didn't like ACDC, but Pepper convinced him he was overreacting. One of their songs came on your uber ride home that evening and you swore Tony had hacked the car's radio.

After about an hour into work, Tony scooted over to your desk, lurking behind you.

"Do you mind, boss man?" You jeered.

"Just checking in on my favourite girl."

"Weird, I didn't notice Pepper enter the lab."

You smiled when you noticed the man pause, his brain malfunctioning at the mention of the gorgeous woman. Sometimes you were jealous of her, she always had men pining over her, but never gave them the time of day. But you admired her commitment to being a powerful woman in America.

"How's the coding going?"

"What, wanna check my work?"

"Somebodies Fiesty today, remind me to make company time for naps.

You rolled my eyes. He went back over to whatever the fuck he was working on, on the other side of the room. He was always tinkering with something, but wouldn't tell me what it was. The swoosh of the lab doors sounded, but I didn't bother to look up, I knew who it was. Dr Banner, the man with 7 PHD's, god you wish you could be him. But your master's degrees weren't nearly as impressive. He didn't greet either of us, going straight to his desk and getting to work. You didn't realize you were staring up until Tony popped up by your desk again, startling me into spilling my energy drink.

You pushed back your chair, looking at the damage.

"What the fuck Tony?" You squealed.

This seemed to have caught Bruce's attention because the sound of his marker on the whiteboard stopped. Tony was doubled over, holding his stomach and laughing.

"Real Subtle L/N."

You glared at him.

"Tony, what did you do now?" Bruce said with a high.

You could hear the edge in his voice, he was stressed about something today, more so than usual. He made his way over, looking at the chaos that ensued. There was liquid on my computer, but it was Stark tech, so it wouldn't be hard to fix. But Your white t-shirt was completely soaked through, exposing your bra. You didn't notice Bruce's eyes on my chest, something you grew to expect from Tony.

"Shirt, now, I'm not putting my sweater back on." You glared at your boss.

Anyone else would probably be fired for talking to their higher-up like that, but Tony liked the sass. He hired Bruce, who you learned quickly was almost always sarcastic. Bruce was quick to take off his lab coat, wrapping it around your frame. The fabric completely covered you, being far bigger than you were.

"Thanks." You stuttered out.

He too sent a glare Tony's way, until the billionaire stopped laughing.

"Alright, alright, I'll be right back. You two kids don't have too much fun while I'm gone. Or use the lock on the door." He winked.

You scoffed. This cheeky Bastard.

"I'm sorry about him," you said, once Tony was out of earshot.

"You act like I expect anything more from him." Bruce brushed off, immediately going back to work. You sighed, I'd have to clean my keyboard and laptop or they would get sticky. But perhaps you deserved a short break. You bit your lip before my mouth spoke before my brain could catch up.

"Need any help with that?"

It was a shot in the dark, Dr Banner preferred to work alone most times. You've watched him overwork himself for months when he could have just asked for help.

"No, thank you."

"I'm not totally useless Dr Banner, I may not have 7 PHDs but you've been staring at that bored in frustration since you got in. Another set of eyes couldn't hurt."

Damn your mouth, always getting ahead of you. You didn't mean to come off as rude. Mostly because you never wanted to hurt him, but also because triggering the Hulk out, would be the worst end to your already shitty day. You heard him groan lowly, and were prepared to get reamed to hell in the back. Perhaps you deserved it.

"You wouldn't work her if you weren't incredibly smart Miss, L/N. You don't need a PHD to be a valued scientist."

His voice was softer than you were expecting, and it made me blush.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to put that on you, it wasn't fair of me to assume-"

He nodded his head toward the board, a silent invention for me to join him. You remained quiet for a moment, as you read over what he already had done. This didn't look like a project Mr Stark wanted to be done. But it wasn't rare for you to work on personal stuff when we weren't busy. You scrunched my brows together, he was working on a serum of some sort. You sighed, turning your attention to him.

"You're trying to get rid of him, aren't you?" You asked softly.

"I didn't invite you over here to pass judgment." You gently placed a hand on his shoulder.

"I'm not judging you, Dr Banner, I couldn't imagine how it must feel- I'm just concerned is all. I'm not sure you're doing this with the right intentions."

"And what would be the right intentions?"

"It's not my place to say, you invited me over here to help, it was inappropriate of me to give my opinion which you didn't ask for. And you can't figure out the formula, because you're using the wrong equation. You flipped the derivatives, simple mistake."

You grabbed the marker and erased the equation, fixing it.

"Thanks." He said.

"Did you sleep last night? It's not like you to make mistake like that?"

He sighed, shaking his head.

"Did you?"

"Touche... You do know you can always come to talk to me, about anything right? I'd like to think of you as a friend Dr Banner, and I always help my friends."

You made your way back over to my desk, leaving your proposition open. You didn't want to push, but his recent behaviour was worrying you. You heard the lab door open and close again, you expected to hear the grating voice of Tony, but there was just silence. The lab was now empty, perhaps you overstepped. You slammed your face down onto your desk, letting out a huff. Which is the brilliant moment Tony decided to reappear.

"I gave you the lab all to yourselves, and you didn't even utilise it." He joked.

"Not the time, Tony. I think I royally fucked that up, so if you want to gloat, get it over with. Not only am I the worst scientist on your team, but I'm also completely useless at human interaction."

He handed you a blouse he must have grabbed from Pepper's collection, she sometimes kept clothes at work, for when she spent the night. It was a bit more girly than you were used to. You remembered to take off your cracked glasses first this time and ripped off your ruined shit.

"Woah!" Tony said.

"Relax, you act like you've never seen tits, before, mine aren't much to look at"

You could have sworn you saw him squint at them, before turning his back. A gesture you were surprised, yet grateful Tony would afford you. You looked down at your outfit.

"I look like a mess."

"You look fine." He corrected.

Bruce came back into the room, but you avoided his gaze. You had placed his lab coat back on his desk, neatly folded. What you weren’t expecting was for him to B-line over to your station. He set down a cup.

"Two creams and a teaspoon of honey, right? Pepper said that's what you liked."

You smiled at the kind gesture, taking a sip of the coffee, and letting the warmth of it slide down your throat.

"It's perfect, thank you. What do I owe you?" You asked, reaching in your backpack for your wallet.

He held up his hand, "a coffee for an equation" was all he said, before going back to work.

Tony sent you a thumbs up when Bruce had his back turned, and you rolled your eyes. The rest of the day went out without a hitch thankfully. You met Pepper upstairs, and for once she didn't have her face in her work.

"Is that my shirt?"

You pinched the bridge of your nose.

"Of course, he didn't ask you! Tony made me spill energy drink all over myself, it was this, an ugly cat sweater, or walking around with my chest out. Which seems to be frowned upon when women do it."

"I didn't think your sweater was ugly, it was cute." She joked.

"You're worse than Tony! At least I can tell when he's lying to me."

She chuckled lgihtly.

"So, are you ready for the public briefing?"

Oh shit! That was tonight?

"You forgot, didn't you?"

"The world hates me! Why do I have to go?"

"Because you helped Tony invent the damn thing. You're not calling in sick. And you're not wearing my blouse."

She grabbed your hand, leading you to the elevators. You went up to the common room floor, and she took you to a huge walk-in closet, you looked around bewildered.

"Tony keeps extra clothes for the women he toats around in front of the press."

"Why am I not surprised? What do you see in him again?"

"I ask myself that every day."

You smiled at her. She helped you for nearly half an hour, pick out an outfit. You finally settled on a suit. You weren’t comfortable in dresses.

"How do I look?" You gave her a little spin.

"Take your hair down!"

"I dont see how that will help..." "Trust me!"

So you did as she asked, taking your hair down, and brushing it back with your hand.

"You look perfect. Nobody will be able to take their eyes off you."

"Thanks, but I thought the point was for people to listen to me."

"You're presenting to a room full of sharks my love, they don't care what a woman has to say, not saying it's right, but I won't send you in their bleeding."

"I hate men."

"Dont we all? Now go, you can't also be late, or they'll call you diva."

You were nervous, giving your speech. You hated talking in front of people. And Pepper was right, you could feel the men looking at you like you were some hunk of meat. It was disgusting. But you had Bruce and Tony by your side, which helped. Tony made jokes to the crowd to break the tension and helped you answer the journalist's rapid-fire questions. And Bruce stood with his hand on your back, rubbing soothing circles, which you were grateful for. He normally wasn't quick to physical contact, so it meant more to you than he would ever know.

As it came to a close, you were more than ready to leave. You hated wearing heels. You bid farewell to your coworkers, who were getting swamped by reporters. But you were stopped by your own reporter on the way out.

"I must say, darling, your speech was rousing, but I think the people would rather know where you got that pretty outfit from." He slurred out.

He was clearly drunk, you rolled your eyes, attempting to push past him. He, however, didn't like your response and grabbed your wrist. You paused, unsure of what to do, you didn't want to cause a scene and wanted to handle this like a rational adult. But you hated being touched, let alone without your consent, anyone would.

"Please, let go of me." You said softly.

You supposed maybe he didn't hear you, foolishly giving this man the benefit of the doubt.

"I said, let go!" You said louder.

This gained the attention of a few people close by. But none of them did anything but stare, except for one man.

"I think she asked you to let go, buddy, are you deaf, or just stupid?" The man asked.

He looked mildly familiar, but you couldn't pinpoint him from anywhere.

"Stay out of this Brock." The man spat.

Apparently, that was the wrong answer because this guy stepped up to him.

"I won't ask you again, to let the pretty lady go..."

You cursed yourself for blushing at a time like this, but he was rather attractive. And he was standing up for you, what's not to like? You tried to squirm away while he was distracted, but he tightened his grip, causing you to whimper. This set Mr Brock off. Before you could comprehend what was happening, a punch was thrown, and the man was being lifted into the air by his collar.

"If you ever put your hands on a woman like that again, I will cut them off!" He said, throwing the man down on the floor.

You stood bewildered, he didn't look that strong yet he picked up a man twice his size. A crowd was drawn now, and you grew self-conscious under everyone's gaze. You rubbed at your now sore wrist and kept your gaze on the floor, the man was quick to approach you and block your body from the countless journalist trying to take photos of what just happened.

"Are you alright Miss L/N?"

"You- you know my name?" You asked, surprised.

"I am at your Biochemistry demonstration, am I not?"

You blushed madly, forgetting that most of the people in the room were actually there for you. Technically for "Stark's Apprentice" You didn't expect anyone to learn your name, let alone remember it.

"I'm ok," You said quickly, "It doesnt hurt that bad."

"I swear I should eat him." You thought you heard him mumble.

"What was that?"

"I said I should have beat him, more... nobody deserves to be handled like you were. He'll be lucky if he still has a job by the morning after I'm done slandering him." He offered, trying to lighten the mood.

"You dont have to do that Mr-" "Call me Eddie, Eddie Brock."

Tony quickly caught onto the commotion, making his way through the crowd over to you. He forgot to announce himself before placing a hand on your back, and you nearly jumped out of your skin, Eddie was quick to react, but you were faster, cutting him off.

"Relax, it's just my boss."

"What happened over here?"

"This idiot thought he could put his hands on her and get away with it." Eddie pointed to the man who was still writhing on the ground with a broken nose.

Tony glared at the young reporter.

"My employer can speak for herself, pretty boy." He said, going into overprotective mode.

You said, annoyed at the macho energy that was crowding your space.

"If the both of you dont shut up, I'm punching each of you in the dick."

Eddie laughed, not realising you were being serious. Once he caught your gaze though, he raised his hand in surrender.

"I didn't mean to insinuate you could defend yourself, but I've been looking for a reason to punch that idiot for years now." He laughed.

"Want me to file a case against him?" Tony asked.

"Naw." You said.

You moved passed both men, crouching down to the ground in front of the whip who tried to hurt you. You lifted his chin, making him look at you.

"I believe in second chances, but you won't be getting a third. Go home, sobber up, and think about how much of a failure you are. I'm sure you're mothers very disappointed." You scolded.

Before he could respond, you took your other hand, and straightened his broken nose, he let out a scream. You slapped his cheek for emphasis, before going back to your boss and new protector.

"I can have Happy drive you home," Tony suggested.

"I don't think I want to go home right now." You sighed.

"Care for some dinner?" Eddie suggested.

You thought it over. You had a crush on Bruce, but you didn't think you'd ever be good enough for him. Maybe you could give the handsome reporter a chance. He was kind and hilarious, you felt bad using him as an emotional rebound. But it didn't seem like he was expecting anything out of this offer.

"I would love some dinner, Mr Brock." You smiled at him.

Tony gave you his signature look, and you once again found yourself rolling your eyes for what felt like the thousandth tie that day. Perhaps your day was looking up. You managed to get a date with Eddie Brock, what else could you do?

AN: Nobody asked, but I haven't written like anything marvel, so ignore the self-indulgence here. I just wanted to write this for myself. I'm busy at work this weekend, but I'll get to requests soon, I promise. Love you all!

#marvel #marvel x reader #mcu x reader #bruce banner #dr banner #the hulk #eddie brock #eddie brock x reader #venom #hulk x reader #bruce banner x reader

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abbatoirablaze · 2 years

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The Debauchery Of Captain America, Chapter 1

Word Count: 782

“Come on punk, you’re just saying that because you’re still a virgin,” Bucky laughed as he punched his best friend’s shoulder. Steve’s eyes widened at how informal and comfortable Bucky was just talking about sex, “When ya gonna man up and take the plunge with your dame?”

“Me and Steve are waiting for-“

Tony nearly spit out as his coffee as his eyes shot to the two super soldiers. He held up his hand, cutting me off, while pointing at Steve, “I’m sorry, did robo-cop here just say that you’re a virgin, capsicle? You mean that she hasn’t taken a ride on your flagpole?”

Steve blushed.

While he had never been embarrassed by that fact before, there was something about the way that Tony had said it that made Steve feel ashamed of having never been with a woman, and it was written all over his face. I bit my bottom lip as I took Steve’s hand in my own.

“Haven’t you and capsicle been dating since he went rogue, and we finished the whole snap thing?” Tony asked incredulously, turning his attention towards me. I stopped sipping on my coffee and looked to Steve. I nodded, “i-it has been almost a year since Steve and I met…I-I don’t know about the rogue thing...but me and Steve are taking it slow.”

“And he hasn’t boinked you yet?”

This time it was Pepper who spit out her coffee, “alright, Tony, I think that’s enough of you getting involved in Steve and (Y/N’s) love life. I’m sorry sweetie, he’s bee-“

“No, no no, I won’t stand for this!” he said in a firm tone, cutting Pepper off, “if there’s anyone in this world that seriously needs to get laid, it’s Rogers. He’s worse than an old timey film where the married couple sleeps in different beds…”

“For your information Tony, we haven’t slept in the same bed either,” Steve said proudly. I sighed as he let go of my hand and crossed his arms over his chest, “(Y/N) and I are waiting for the perfect time, and I didn’t want to invite her over, then rush off for a mission last minute.”

“Were you planning on holding off til you retired?” Tony asked with a scoff, “your girlfriend is a cute young thing, bang her already.”

“TONY!”

“What?” he asked. Pepper shot him a glare and he sighed once more, “fine. You know what. Here. I’m going to make sure that you guys have an amazing anniversary, up at my lake house. No distractions. Just the two of you. For the month. You two are going to have a great anniversary month. Forget a night. You two have been dating for almost a year and you haven’t even slept with her. Just tell me one thing, Rogers. Tell me for the love of god she’s not leaving your balls red, white, and blue?”

Bucky nearly choked on his coffee as he began laughing at Tony’s shocked expression, “oh…wait…you haven’t even heard the best part yet, Tony.”

“BUCK!”

“The furthest they’ve gone is kissing,” Bucky chuckled, clearly amused by the situation, “he’s never even gotten so much as a hand job from her.”

And this time, I felt my own cheeks tinging a deep red color, and my urge to hit my boyfriend’s best friend had never been so strong.

“Buck, you’re being a little punk right now!” Steve said angrily, pushing himself away from the communal table. He stomped off and I frowned, watching him disappear.

“Well, aren’t you going to follow him?” Bucky teased playfully, knowing what I would say before I even admitted it aloud.

“I-I’ve never been to his room,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper as I looked to the ground. I bit my lip as I looked away from the rest of the avengers. I frowned a little more as it caused me to reflect on my relationship with Steve and just how innocent it truly was. With a sigh, I collected my bag and pushed myself out of my chair “I-I should go, or I’ll be late for class…can you tell Steve to call me later?”

“I’ll tell him, sweetie…you get to class.”

“Thanks Natasha.” I whispered sadly, as I started towards the door.

“Why can’t she just text him like a normal person?” Tony asked, feeling confused on why they had to pass along a message.

“Her parents are really strict and won’t allow her to have a cell phone,” Natasha frowned, “and since she still lives with them, it’s what they say goes. And anyways, she’s only nineteen. Steve is her first real boyfriend.”

“Well shit…capsicle really knows how to pick them, doesn’t he?”

Chapter 2

#steve rogers #marvel #marvel au #the avengers #captain america #steve rogers smut #the debauchery of captain america #captain america smut #bucky #bucky barnes #winter soldier #the winter soldier

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strawwritesfic · 2 years

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Tony Stark x Personal Assistant!Reader: Chainsaw

Summary: For a guy with no lack of romantic prospects, he chooses the oddest times to pick them up.

Rating/Warnings/Tags: All (post-Iron Man 2; past!Tony/Pepper; Stark CEO!Pepper; quasi-references to Sentient Armor)

Challenge: “120 Bits of Random” challenge by SugarLandBabyGirl on Lunaescence Archives.

Notes: *sings* It’s not actually a chainsaw, but I’m not going to write a brand new ficlet just because of that! *ends song*

Thanks to the person who told me it wasn’t a chainsaw, though.

I really debated on whether or not to post this one. In the end, I decided to. It’s not embarrassingly bad, and you guys surprise me sometimes with what of my old stuff you respond to.

Tag list: @imaginesfire

Chainsaw

The entire lab smelled of heat and sweat. The scent might have been overwhelming, had there not been something else to take your attention away from it: the horrible grinding of a SawzAll against metal.

Sparks flashed through the air as you pressed the blade harder into the chain below you. You could hardly see even with your protective eyewear on. Worse still, you’d been at this so long that you could practically taste all that heat, sweat, and metal in the air.

“Stop! Stop! God, stop!” came a very faint voice to your lower left.

“What? Oh. Oh!” you shouted, shutting the reciprocating saw off. Your too-loud voice rang through the air when you added, “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” said Tony Stark.

You hopped one rung down your ladder and tottered, one hand still gripped around the saw’s handle.

“Careful!” he added. “I don’t need my only chance of escape sawing off their own arm.”

You steadied yourself the best you could with one hand occupied. After removing your goggles, you eyed the chain pulling Tony’s arm toward the ceiling. “Not a scratch. What’d you make this out of?”

“Metal,” he snapped.

“Hey, I’m not the one who created a berserker suit of armor and had to chain myself to the building while inside the berserker suit of armor so that it couldn’t get loose–forgetting, in the process, that the suit could lock me in.”

The blank face of his armor considered you in silence, and with good reason. You rarely mouthed off to your boss unless the CEO of his company was around to back you up. It had been a long day for both of you. In fact, the more you thought about it, the less you wanted to continue with this day.

“Forget it.” You set the SawzAll on the nearest flat surface. “Get out on your own.”

You hadn’t even got off the ladder before he cried, “Wait!”

Scowling, you clambered back up to face him. When he spoke again, he sounded as though he were trying hard to sound contrite:

“I’m sorry. You’re being helpful. I’m just frustrated—with myself. And I really have to pee.”

“I thought you had a–”

“It’s full.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, so.” Tony lifted his hands; the chains anchored to the ceiling rattled. “I just asked you to stop because you were getting a little close to my fingers. I panicked. Can you blame me?”

“I suppose not.” Sighing, you took another look at those chains. “But it’s been forty-five minutes. I don’t think I can keep this up without sawing something of yours off.”

“Just a little more. You’ve almost got it.”

You stared at him. How did he always manage to sucker you when he went into Encouragement Mode? Were you really that desperate for a compliment? Apparently so.

“Fine,” you said with a snort. You picked the SawzAll up and prepared to fire it up once more.

“Wait!” said Tony.

“What now?”

When you looked back, the armor’s face was turned up contemplatively toward yours. Well, or so you thought. It was kind of hard to tell without seeing Tony’s face beneath it.

“You’re really very attractive,” he said conversationally. “Did you know that? I never noticed before, but in this lighting–wow.”

“Gee, thanks.” You hoped he wouldn’t notice how fast your pulse raced at the comment, especially given that he hadn’t exactly paid you a compliment. “Is this how you won Pepper over?”

“Actually, I destroyed her professional reputation, and then I ditched her on a balcony."

“Great,” you said as sarcastically as you could. “I can’t wait for that last bit.”

He tugged again at one of the chains. “I’m not ditching you, babe. I’m all yours.”

“Let’s just get you out of there. You’re getting loopy.”

“I’ll be free. You’ll still be attractive.”

“One can only hope,” you muttered. You hoped he couldn’t hear you above the returned shriek of your SawzAll, too.

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mischief-and-tea-by-the-sea · 3 months

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Aaand another AU thing because I love your mind. Avengers Endgame but Emma is there because I love your Emma/Tony :D (while I'm writing this I'm having the "Endgame if Emma had a machine gun" meme in my head LOL).

I did not forget about this!

When Tony makes it home from space, his DNA is slightly altered from the chemicals in the other planet's atmosphere. It gives him an elevated healing rate and probably other minor mutations. So he reaches out to Emma. During that time, he also finds out that Pepper's pregnant - they don't stay a couple, just friends who decide to co-parent. When Morgan is born and through her first four-five years, they realize that she never gets a cold or flu, scrapes and cuts heal within hours to a day. So they reach out to Emma again, she brought Hank, and they did the tests and discovered that Morgan indeed has the mutant gene.

Emma spends much of her time at Tony's cabin, helping him and Pepper with Morgan. During this time, Tony and Emma become very close. (Also during this time, because Pepper is still running Stark Industries, and is back and forth, she starts a comfortable relationship with Rhodey, who is far better suited for her and is not now nor ever has been a fucking Skrull.) The Avengers come visit Tony and Morgan, and at one point, Emma informs Thor that Loki is still alive - she picked it up from Carol's brain that Carol had run into Loki while he'd crawled from space into the nearest place where he could heal. She sends some of the mutants with Thor to retrieve Loki and bring him home for the fight with Thanos that she knows will happen once Tony and the others figure out the 'time travel thing'. Emma also promises that mutants will fight with them because some of their number were dusted in the first snap as well. She wants Magneto back with them among others.

Just before the fight comes to the Avengers Compound, Emma has Kurt teleport Morgan to the school where she'll be safe with the other children.

The fight looks just nearly as unwinnable as canon, but Emma's on the battlefield with everyone else, in and out of diamond form, and when she's out, she's able to make Thanos and his army much more vulnerable so that it's easier for the good guys to put them down. Thanos and his people are never able to keep track of where the gauntlet is or who has it because Emma, Loki, and Strange are able to play enough with misdirection, so what WHEN Tony gets a hold of the stones on his own gauntlet, Thanos has no chance. Tony snaps, the good guys win.

Because of Tony's new mutation with the healing, he lives. Emma rallies her own Frost Ltd along with Stark Industries, Rand Enterprises, etc to help financially with all the people returned from the OG Snap. When she reads in Steve's mind that he might stay in the past with Peggy, Emma insists that someone else return all the stones and tells Steve that he needs to realize what a huge family he's got in the present and that he's not a man out of time anymore. After that, when the end of the day comes, and all their efforts of putting things to rights are in effect, Emma and Tony curl up in the cabin with Morgan playing until she falls asleep.

Potential AU Ask.

#Potential AU Ask #stormxpadme #Thank you for the ask!

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darsynia · 1 year

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I Know No Other Way Than This | Ch 4

(Bruce Banner/OFC, Tony Stark & Bruce Banner Friendship, post-Avengers 1 Soulmate AU multichapter)

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Summary: Bruce tried to forget he had soulmate words entirely, but on the day of the Chitauri attack, he returned from his stint as the Hulk to find that his black words had turned silver. His soulmate must have watched him shift from the Other Guy into himself and said them while he was unconscious…

Length: 1,953

Tags: @starryeyes2000 @arrthurpendragon @ronearoundblindly @themaradaniels

Excerpt:

“It would be better if I had never met her at all.” Saying that didn’t have the ring of truth it had days ago.

“You’re going to run out of those by-rote responses and have to think up something original eventually, you know.”

“That will take a while. I’ve been writing them for years, Tony.”

Tony stood up and made a face. “I was trying to work the name ‘Bruce’ into ‘Benedictine Monk’ somewhere but it is just not working.”

Bruce smiled. “You went with the wrong name. ‘Bannerdictine Monk’ would have worked just fine.”

“Listen to you! I’ll have to relinquish my crown.”

Chapter Four: Breaking the Fourth Wall

Bruce didn’t wait until twenty-four hours had passed to tell Tony that he’d broken down and looked at the folder of videos of Cicely.

“Okay, you’re right. Someone’s following her. What do we do about it?” he asked the second he walked into the lab (late, with coffee for once instead of tea, and one for Tony, too, in case Stark decided to crow about that instead of the fact that his stupid plan might be working).

“So, interesting thing to note before you go all Blitz Hansen, To Catch a Predator on this guy, she seems to have caught on,” Tony said, snagging a rolling chair with his foot and collapsing onto it in a move that was equal parts smooth and frightening. “This was from yesterday morning.”

Bruce didn’t really like that the folder Tony opened was on his desktop, but then he looked more closely at Tony’s desktop. The cluster of folders kept rearranging themselves about every ten seconds or so. Tony looked over his shoulder at Bruce and then maximized the folder as if self-conscious.

“Yes, okay, I’m trying a new thing where JARVIS moves the files I’m most likely to mess with at any given point into a more prominent view. Honestly, it’s a compromise, because I used to just tell him what to open but Pepper thinks I’m relying a little too much on the automation.”

“That’s… more automation, though?”

“Cool the Butlerian Jihad.” Tony double clicked on the video he was looking for, and Bruce felt instantly guilty for recognizing Cicely’s apartment complex. “Here,” Tony said, pointing. Bruce watched as a few people left the building, but he didn’t see Cicely’s recognizable scrubs or black hair. “Missed her,” Tony said. “So did I, the first time.” He rewound the footage a bit and hit play again. “Right there.”

The woman Tony was pointing at had blonde hair, not black. She was also wearing jogging clothes, and had earbuds in, with a backpack. However, it was definitely Cicely, Bruce realized, when Tony rewound it a third time and hit pause.

“She dyed her hair and changed her typical outfit.” He was stating the obvious, but it was important.

“Your girl is smart,” Tony said, spinning his chair around to face him.

Bruce didn’t object verbally, but he frowned. She wasn’t his, that was the whole point! As he thought the words, some part of him wanted to change the word ‘point’ to ‘problem,’ which was new and concerning. He shoved the thought away, because Tony was still speaking.

“--to find out whether the guy has a secondary spy/accomplice at the hospital. Presumably when he doesn’t see her, Celery-boy here will have to assume she missed work. If he calls to find out she’s at work, she might hear about it and that’s confirmation right there. If he spots her right away tomorrow, that’s another kind of confirmation.” His grin at Bruce was more than a little teasing. “She’s your soulmate and even you had trouble recognizing her.”

“It would be better if I had never met her at all.” Saying that didn’t have the ring of truth it had days ago.

“You’re going to run out of those by-rote responses and have to think up something original eventually, you know.”

“That will take a while. I’ve been writing them for years, Tony.”

Tony stood up and made a face. “I was trying to work the name ‘Bruce’ into ‘Benedictine Monk’ somewhere but it is just not working.”

Bruce smiled. “You went with the wrong name. ‘Bannerdictine Monk’ would have worked just fine.”

“Listen to you! I’ll have to relinquish my crown.”

As with everything, Tony put all of himself into his look of admiration, and Bruce couldn’t help but feel proud, even if it was a bit of wordplay. He liked that about this man. Sure, he was narcissistic and selfish, but he was thorough, and when he liked you, he was thorough in his friendship, at least he had been so far. Even if so far, 40% of it was trying to get Bruce to accept a concept he’d painfully turned his back on after the accident. Today, that kind of thoroughness might be helpful to keep Cicely safe.

“So that video was yesterday, you said? What about today?” he reminded Tony.

“I don’t typically get them in until the evening. JARVIS, do you have the Hathaway building’s surveillance footage gathered yet?”

“Creating a new file in the Soulvengers folder for you, Sir.”

Tony cleared his throat and sat back down at the desk, as if he were avoiding Bruce’s gaze.

“Soulvengers?” Bruce asked.

“You aren’t the only lost soul in need of reconciliation,” Tony said loftily.

Just as Tony had predicted, the tall, skinny man with the thin mustache spotted Cicely right away. In the video, Bruce could see her noticing the man by holding her phone up as she approached the cross street. He could tell that she recognized the stalker, because instead of crossing the street, Cicely turned on her heel, pushed brusquely past him, and called for a taxi.

The stalker lurked against the facade of the building and watched until it drove away.

Bruce felt the Other Guy lift his head and take notice. “What time does she get off of work?”

“Woah, toss some sand on those coals, doc. Flattening the guy isn’t going to help things.”

“JARVIS?” Bruce tried instead.

“Cicely Besnard’s shift at Children’s ends this evening at 8 PM. She’s usually seen leaving the building between twenty-five and forty minutes later.”

“What are you going to do, tell the guy you were stalking her first?” Tony asked. It was a reasonable question, but Bruce’s blood ran hot in his veins.

“Not at all,” Bruce said, loosening the button at his throat. “I doubt I’ll have to do much more than encourage him to find a new target, one with fewer friends in high places.” He rolled his shoulders, loosening his body. If things went the way he planned them to, he’d be more calm, more persuasive, by that evening. “JARVIS, if you’ve got some sort of process set up to track her, can you track him? Can we find out if he does find a new target, and gather evidence to present to that new target in as minimal and helpful way as possible?”

“Yes, Dr. Banner. Might I suggest a more professional-sounding name for that folder? Though, dare I say it, ‘soulvenger’ would likely be more applicable to that venture, in the end.”

“And here I thought you’d chucked your morals,” Tony laughed, a bit nervously.

“Hmm? Oh, the comment about finding a new target. No, I just don’t want Cicely to have to deal with the court nonsense. If this guy makes a habit of stalking, he’ll dig himself into a new case soon enough,” Bruce said.

Bruce wore jeans, a baseball cap, and a nondescript jacket to stand outside the hospital waiting for Cicely to emerge. Of course, he wasn’t really waiting for her, he was waiting for the stalker, if he was around. He’d indeed calmed a little, but not much. There was a non-zero chance that he might lose control tonight. A part of him was screaming that he had no right to reject this woman but also act like a bulldog snapping at anyone else who showed interest, but Bruce felt pretty confident that the other man was not a potential love interest. The barge pole of a man had bad intentions, and Bruce would set him straight.

Hopefully without her noticing that it was happening at all.

That was why he’d come to her workplace, strangely enough. Cicely Besnard knew that someone was following her in the mornings. She’d changed her appearance to throw the guy, and had reacted in an appropriately freaked-out manner when she’d seen it hadn’t worked for very long. She’d be ready to see the guy tomorrow, or whenever her next work day was. Would she be as on edge leaving work? Bruce’s gut instinct said no. That made it the best place for him to confront the guy.

He used his years of experience having seen people standing outside hospitals to blend in. There was always one guy who looked deeply concerned, checked his phone all the time, and sometimes stood and just watched the entrance, as if hoping like hell his ex would come walking out and he could tell her he was sorry. With his attire so different from his normal clothing, Bruce didn’t think he was recognizable as Bruce Banner at all, particularly not to Cicely, if she saw him.

Then, he caught sight of the stalker guy. He was in a suit, one that had clearly been bought off-rack at a resale store by the fit. Bruce made his way over to him over the course of five minutes, focused on anything but the man himself. Cicely herself would probably not appear for another ten minutes.

“You here waiting for your girl too?” Bruce asked sheepishly, not looking at the guy.

“Fuck off.”

“What a coincidence, because that’s my message for you. From myself and a few friends.”

The Other Guy was lurking, waiting, watching. Bruce could feel his presence in the tightness of his skin, the heaviness in his chest, the heat in his veins. He was holding steady without concern of transforming, at least for now, but the odd thing about it was that Bruce could feel the interest, the investment that the Hulk had in what he was doing. It mirrored his own vested interest, which he hadn’t clearly understood was so deep until that very moment.

“Friends, sure. Thanks for your time, weirdo.”

Bruce shot a glance over to see the guy tapping out a cigarette into his hand, unconcerned and unmoving. “Find a new obsession. This young lady has friends in high places.”

“I can’t believe you assholes are checking up on me after not paying me for yesterday,” the guy said in a hoarse, furious whisper. “If you want multiple eyes on this bitch you’re going to have to pay for the ones you have, or I’m going to bounce.”

Bruce sucked in a deep, desperate breath and gritted out, “I’ll pass it along,” before turning and running in the direction of Central Park. His only thought was to get as far away from his soulmate before leaning into his absolute rage.

This went beyond stalking. This went beyond a single man’s obsession-- whether that man was himself, or the thin criminal haunting Cicely Besnard on behalf of some other, more powerful figures.

Bruce hoped to hell it wasn’t about him. He’d never forgive himself.

At the last minute, when he was leaning with both hands on a mailbox and watching them turn green, knowing that his neck has already done so despite desperately fighting against it, Bruce saw a blur of red and gold land beside him.

“Hold on for three more minutes and I’ll get you to the room,” Tony said, grabbing him with arms strong enough to lift twice his weight, thanks to his Iron Man suit. “If you Hulk out in midair, though, we’re going to have to try it the fun way.”

“Get going,” Bruce growled at him.

Tony took off, streaking toward the tower. “You might not be the only one with a vitamin deficiency. I should never have let you do this.”

Bruce couldn’t tell him it was worth it thanks to what he’d learned, but Tony would find out soon enough. Just that thought was enough to break his fragile grasp on sanity. After that, all he saw was green.

Next chapter, Bruce wakes up in containment, and has to figure out whether he is the most dangerous person in Cicely's life at the moment.

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