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marvel-lous-guy · 2 years
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Tony: PEteR bEnJAmiN PaRKeR!
Peter: y-yeah?
Tony: Why do you have a fake ID!?
Peter: *incoherent mumbling*
Tony: what was that?!
Peter: You have to be 18 to pet the puppies
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Shoutout to all the Tony Stark ships who are Anti Steve Rogers (MCU) in their fanfics.
Shoutout to all Tony Stark ships who hate the guts out of the Whitewashed Wendy bitch.
Shoutout to all Tony Stark ships who do nothing but try to give Tony his happy ending with people he deserves to be with.
Shoutout to all Tony Stark ships who write him trying to break the generational trauma and be the good parental figure.
Shoutout to all Tony Stark ships who don't shit on Pepper in their fanfics and portray her just like the pillar of support she has been.
Last but not the least-
shoutout to all Tony Stark ships who acknowledge and give justice to all his mental health issues compassionately.
[PS: please do tell if this lands in a wrong tags, I'll try to remove it from there, no need to be rude ]
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katemac805 · 3 months
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Little excerpt of a oneshot I'm writing:
The past five years had changed Tony. Like everyone else who had survived the Blip, he had tried his best to move on from it. He and Pepper got married and moved out of the city, gave life to a little girl.
Tony now had gray hairs and worry lines and smile lines, relics of the grief and happiness that had coexisted during the Blip.
Peter was the same sixteen-year-old boy he had been before. Spending the weekends with Tony and his new family made him feel rather left behind.
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I’m tired.
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greekgeek24 · 1 month
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This is for my dear friend CoffeeOwl. This is for you, thank you for inspiring me with all of your wonderful and amazing ideas, and thank you for being such a good friend.
Happy Late Valentine’s Day ❤️❤️❤️
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trans-marvel-fan · 2 years
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Like Father
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Like Son
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“Don’t do anything I would do, and definitely don’t do anything I wouldn’t do. There’s a little grey area in there and that’s where you operate.”
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determinedwriter · 6 months
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Whumptober 2023 Day 18: Alt Prompt 11: Panic
Ro
It’s fine. You’re fine. Ro, you’re fine.
I keep trying to tell myself this, my heart beating way too fast. Why does it have to happen on the day I turn in the essay worth half my damn grade? I’m terrified. I know it’s a good essay, but my teacher can be really strict and harsh about the small things.
I gulp as my teacher slaps my essay on my desk with a frown and a big red F covering half of the first page. “You’re lucky I don’t expel you for this, Potts.”
“W-What?” I gasp. “Sir, I worked on this for an entire month. I put a lot of effort and a ton of hours into this. Why are you giving me an F? I’ll fail this class if-”
He holds his hand up to stop me from talking. “Please, don’t embarrass yourself further in front of the class. This was clearly written by someone else. You either plagiarized it or had someone else write it for you.”
The students around me giggle.
My jaw drops. “W-Why would you think that? I swear, I wrote it all myself. Please, I-”
“Get out of my classroom if you decide to continue disrespecting me.” My teacher. Mr. Carson snaps.
My cheeks go hot and I feel my anxiety reach its peak. “I…I s-swear I…”
He points to the door. “Out. Now. Please, everyone, take note of what NOT to do and what I will NOT tolerate in my class.”
Legs shaking, I stand up and grab my essay, looking at the big red F in shame, listening to the snickering of my classmates until I’m outside and running to the bathroom to cry. I worked so hard on this paper and I’m being called a cheater. It’s not fair.
Contemplating calling my dad, I let my finger shakily hover over his contact name. “Get it together, Aurora. You’re fine...don’t freak out…it’s okay…”
The bell rings, signaling the end of the class. I need to get to my next one, but I’m not sure I’ll be able to sit through it without bursting into tears. I’m so embarrassed. I don’t know what to do now. I can’t skip, but I can’t stay.
I’ve been anxious about that essay all day. Of all the things I thought could happen, I didn’t imagine this. I’m heartbroken. Like the perfectionist I am, I have straight A’s. I’m Tony Stark’s daughter. I have to be impressive. Even if the general public doesn’t know of my parentage, I still hold myself to an impossible standard.
Looking down at my phone, I try to decide what to do. I can’t talk about my essay. I’m too scared to admit what happened. And I’m not even sure if Dad would believe my side of things. Sometimes he just…doesn’t understand.
I’m not an effortless genius like him.
Forcing myself to go to my next class, I try desperately to ignore the stares that follow me down the hall. Peter sits at the desk beside mine and smiles before noticing my demeanor. “Ro? Hey, what’s wrong?”
I struggle to keep my breathing even and normal. “Everyone thinks I’m a cheater.”
I put my essay on his desk. “I got a big fat F for cheating or not writing my paper. That’s what my teacher Mr. Carson said. I swore up and down that I didn’t cheat but he humiliated me in front of the whole class. I worked so hard, Peter.”
He frowns and looks at my essay, flipping through it. “This is really good, Ro. Maybe he thought it was so good that you couldn’t have written it yourself? I mean, that’s not a good reason to give you an F though. I’m really sorry.”
I nod. “My dad is gonna be so disappointed. I’m…I’m not like him.”
“You’re my best friend. I know how amazing you are. Your teacher is wrong. He’s just plain wrong.” Peter reassures me. “I’m sorry he doesn’t believe you.”
I exhale, deflating in my chair. “Yeah…thanks.”
The teacher from my English class walks in, making me go pale. I look at Peter. “That’s him…” Why is he even here? He doesn’t teach history.
He frowns sympathetically and grabs my hand from under the desk. “I’m sorry.”
“Hello, class.” Mr. Carson says. “I’ll be taking over for Mr. Dell today. He had a family emergency and had to leave. I’m Mr. Carson and I will be your substitute history teacher for the last class of the day.”
I gulp and he makes eye contact with me, recognition washing over his face. “Today we’ll be talking about Jacob Epstein and his famous case of plagiarism. My specialty is literature so I thought I’d bring something from history that involved what I know best. It’s a nice change of pace for you all.”
He looks at me again. “Plus, Miss Potts here knows a lot about plagiarism so it shouldn’t be a difficult assignment for her.”
My lip quivers as the students around me snicker. “Mr. Carson, I swear I-“
“In fact, why don’t we study Aurora Potts’ essay as an example?” He interrupts.
I hold back the urge to throw up, eyes darting to Peter. He squeezes my hand. “It’s okay. Ro, it’s okay. Look at me. Everything is going to be alright.”
“Mr. Parker, do you have anything you’d like to share with the class?” Mr. Carson asks him.
Peter looks surprised. “U-Uh…well, I just don’t…I don’t think you should jump to conclusions about Ro’s essay. In fact, I know how hard she worked on it. It’s not fair to give her a failing grade and tell the whole class that she plagiarized or cheated or whatever.”
God, I love Peter Parker. I’m so glad he’s by my side. I don’t have the mental strength to fight for myself right now. This day has caused too much anxiety already and I can’t take much more before I crack.
Mr. Carson slowly nods. “I see that you like to stick up for your friend here, and I’ll commend you for that. But a cheater is a cheater.”
Peter tries to rebuttal, but decides against it and holds my hand again. “I’m sorry.”
I am silent with a lump in my throat as Mr. Carson tells us to take out our notebooks, beginning to write on the board behind him.
Plagiarism Cases in Modern History: Aurora Potts
My stomach clenches and I’m almost certain I’m about to puke. Peter notices my quickened breath. “Hey. Hey, I’m here. I’m right here with you.”
I want to appreciate his words, but this is sending me over the edge. I can’t breathe. I can’t do this. I can’t take the sound of my classmates giggling and taking pictures of the whiteboard.
Unable to take it anymore, I stand up from my desk, gaining the attention of Mr. Carson. “Miss Potts, you’ll have to wait until the bell rings to be excused.”
My voice shakes as I answer. “I-I c-can’t.”
“These are the consequences of your actions and you have to get used to that before you’re out in the real world. Nobody’s gonna hold your hand, and your parents are only going to be disappointed. What would your mother and father say?”
“M-My mother…” I squeeze my eyes shut at the painful memory. “My mother is d-dead.”
His face changes slightly and I think he may tone it down a little. “Have any siblings?”
I shake my head. “N-No…”
Mr. Carson sighs. “That’s a real shame. I guess your father will just have to live with a daughter that cheats her way through life. If you were my daughter, I’d be very, very disappointed. Your dad should be too. I’m sure he will be.”
That’s the straw that breaks the camel’s back. I burst into tears and run out of the classroom, desperate for refuge.
I hear Peter calling after me and it only makes me more anxious. Slinging my backpack onto both shoulders, I run for the exit and don’t stop booking it until I’m home.
Peter has called me a few times now. School will be out soon enough. I feel badly for worrying him, but I just couldn’t take Mr. Carson’s cruel words.
Sobs with my face in a pillow, I find it hard to breathe and hug it instead. He’s right. My dad deserves a better kid. Someone much smarter and stronger than me.
With all of this on my mind, I sob and heave heavily, unable to catch my breath. “I can’t do this. I can’t do this. I can’t. I can’t. I can’t.”
“You seem to be in distress. Would you like me to notify Mr. Stark?” FRIDAY, the compound's AI assistant asks me.
I quickly shake my head. “N-N-No! No…don’t bother him.”
I sit on the floor next to my bed and find a shoebox under it. Oh yeah. I forget I had this. It’s been so long since I felt I needed it.
Opening the box, I see a razor blade and an old Polaroid of my mom. God, I miss her so much. I miss her more than anything.
Fidgeting with the razor in my hands, I contemplate using it. I’m such a disappointment. I can’t deal with all of this pain. Not anymore. Not without punishing myself for my own failures.
I slash horizontally across my wrist a few times, finding it almost comforting to see the blood trickle down. It’s what I deserve.
There’s suddenly a knock on my door and I begin to panic again. “Ro, are you okay? You’re home early.”
Dad. No, no, no. “I-I’m fine. I j-just…felt sick.”
“Can I come in?” He asks.
I shove the razor back in the box and put it back under my bed before rolling my sleeves down. “Y-Yeah.”
Dad enters my room, looking surprised at the state of me. “What’s wrong? Kid, what happened?”
Starting to cry all over again, I cover my face in embarrassment. “I’m sorry I’m such a f-failure.”
He sits on the floor beside me. “You’re not a failure.”
“B-But I…m-my e-e-essay, it…” I try to explain, anxiety getting the better of me. I hyperventilate and pull at the ends of my hair so harshly I might rip some out.
“Hey, hey, hey, stop. Ro, stop. You’re gonna hurt yourself. Take a deep breath.” Dad tries to persuade me.
I’ve already hurt myself, so there’s another disappointment to add to his list. I can’t stop myself from spiraling.
Small clumps of hair come out as I continue to pull, worrying Dad more. “Stop! Stop! Why are you doing this? Come on, look at me. You’ve gotta stop.”
His raised voice makes me crumble and he tries to grab my hands, causing me to cry out in surprise and panic. “No! No! No! Don’t touch me!”
He pries my fingers off of my hair, finally getting me to stop. He holds my hands gently as I shut my eyes tightly. “Ro, it’s alright. What’s going on, mini?”
Mini. Like Mini Stark. It’s one of my nicknames along with Tiny Stark, Micro Stark, Little Stark, etc. Anything to do with being the miniature version of my father.
But I’m not like him. I’m not strong, smart and confident. I’m just…me. “I can’t breathe.”
“Okay…alright. Look at me. Everything’s fine. You’re safe. Just look at me, okay?” He requests.
I slowly and fearfully open my eyes, looking into his. He’s kneeling in front of me now. “Good, Ro. Copy my breathing. Can you do that for me?”
I nod and he gives a small smile. “Okay. Breathe in…”
He does an exaggerated breath in. “Breathe out…”
This continues for a bit until I’m able to copy him long enough for me to calm down. I sniffle. “I’m sorry.”
Dad hugs me, tenderly cradling me in his lap as we sit on the floor. “Oh, mini…it’s alright. Can you tell me what happened today?”
I gulp nervously, clinging to him. “I got an F on my English essay. Because my teacher thinks I cheated…he thinks I plagiarized it or something. He berated me in front of my class and then he filled in for my history teacher and made an example of me there too. Everyone laughed and took pictures. Well…except for Peter. I ran out of class and he tried to chase me but I just kept running until I got home.”
He massages my hair. “I’m so, so sorry, Ro. I know you didn’t cheat. You worked really hard on it. I remember. And your teacher…I’m gonna have to have a word with him. I’m gonna fix this for you, alright?”
“It seemed like the whole school was making fun of me…laughing…gossiping.” I whimper.
“Kids are assholes.” Dad replies. “There’s always gonna be people like that and you can’t control it. You just have to believe me when I say it’s not your fault. You did nothing wrong.”
“Thanks…” I mumble.
He situates himself beside me again, looking down as his hand bumps into something. “What do we have here?”
Dad pulls out the shoebox and I instantly panic. “Nothing. Nothing. It’s private. Please, it’s-“
He opens it and sees the Polaroid and razor, face darkening. “Ro…”
I’ve disappointed him for real this time, haven’t I?
Examining the blade, he lightly gasps. “There's blood on this. Fresh blood.”
Wrapping my arms around myself for comfort, I bow my head and cry. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I deserve to…I…I should be hurt.”
“Show me.” Dad mumbles softly.
I know what he means, but I hug myself tighter and hide my arms. “I don’t wanna…”
“Let me help you. Please, let me help you.” He replies.
I don’t protest as he carefully takes my arms and rolls up my sleeves, seeing the cuts on my left wrist. “Oh, baby…baby girl. It’s alright now, Ro.”
“It’ll never be alright.” I say mournfully. “I’m never gonna be as smart or as strong as you. I'm not like you…I’m hardly a Stark. I shouldn’t have this name.”
Dad helps me up and wraps an arm around my shoulders. “Come on. Let’s get you cleaned up and we can talk.”
We go to the bathroom and he has me sit on the toilet seat while he gently cleans my cuts with a warm washcloth. He’s so tender and focused.
“I'm sorry.” I say quietly as he works.
He doesn’t look up at me. “Don’t ever be sorry. If you ever feel like doing this again, you call me. You tell me.
No matter what time it is or where I am, you’ve gotta tell me so I can help you. Can you do that for me?”
I nod. “Mmhm.”
“Good.” Dad replies. “And for the record, you’re not a disappointment. If anyone deserves the Stark name, it’s you. You’re empathetic and wise beyond your years. And incredibly smart and strong willed. You’re everything I could ever hope for, baby. I promise you that.”
Sighing, I shrug my shoulders. “Okay, Dad…”
“It’s true.” He reiterates. “You’re going to be a great woman all by yourself. You won’t even need me.”
“I’ll always need you.” I counter, almost urgently.
Dad smiles. “I’ll always need you too, kiddo.”
Applying medicine and wrapping my wrist with bandages, he kisses it softly. “There you go.”
I’ve never seen him so soft and caring. He grabs my hand and lifts me from the toilet seat, wrapping his arms around me as we stand there.
He sighs contently. “I love you endlessly, mini.”
“Love you tons.” I reply, burying my head in his shoulder. “Thank you.”
“Don’t sweat it. What do you say we order some cheeseburgers and watch something? Anything you want.” Dad offers.
I grin, wiping my eyes after all of the crying. “Yeah, okay.”
He grins back. “Let’s get downstairs. I’m starving. You go pick the movie and I’ll order us some grub.”
Nodding, I go downstairs to find what I want to watch. And I’m actually smiling.
My dad loves me endlessly. He said as much.
That gives me more comfort than anything ever will.
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penguinpower1101 · 2 years
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rosieshipper · 2 years
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So it’s Father’s Day soooo
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Happy Father’s Day to the greatest dad ever!!!!
And I hope to anyone else in the self shipping community with paternal/familial/parental f/os that they have an amazing Father’s Day too!!
I’ll probably have a Rose and Irondad fic posted by the end of today!!
Tags: @astralshipper @aricka-and-her-fictional-others @magicalpuppyprincess @recordplayershipping @wolfofthedead
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autumn-wren · 2 years
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In Safe Hands
Pairing: Platonic!Tony Stark and ofc
Warnings: referenced vehicular accident at the beginning, maybe some light angst
Summary: Tony didn’t quite know why he was standing there.Actually, he did know why. He just didn’t want to believe it. It was his second funeral in eight years - the funeral for two of the five people he would actually call his friends. Closest to the caskets was the one who got left behind from that fatal crash - and was also the one who had yet to look up from the ground. It was their daughter Katherine, who had just turned three.
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Tony didn’t quite know why he was standing there.
Actually, he did know why. He just didn’t want to believe it.
It was his second funeral in eight years. Not bad, when one considers the reality of life and how people die every second of every day - meaning that there are potentially a lot of funerals he could go to.
But he only had a handful of people he liked in more than the I’m-legally-obligated-to-deal-with-you sense, so the reality of the number of funerals he would actually attend was quite small.
But this was one of them. The funeral of two people he would actually call his friends.
Their names were Oscar and Tiffany, and they met after being paired up during Freshman Orientation at MIT. Found out they had a lot in common, became friends, started dating, and married each other as soon as they graduated college. The classic love story that a lot of girls at the boarding school across from his used to swoon about.
But, their love story was cut short when both died in a fatal head-on collision where the intoxicated driver got away with just a broken collarbone, three broken ribs, and a twisted ankle.
Wasn’t that just stereotypical.
Tony looked around the funeral home and was once again surprised by how few people were in attendance. Oscar was about as pleasantly extroverted as one could get, and Tiffany made the best cookies, so it really was a shame how few people showed up to remember them.
Maybe the bitterly cold autumn weather was the blame.
Closest to the caskets was the one who got left behind from that fatal crash - and was also the one who had yet to look up from the ground.
It was their daughter Katherine, who had just turned three.
Tony couldn’t help but watch her - seeing as he was now her legal guardian courtesy of the will Tiffany had the unfortunate foresight to make. He was trying to remember absolutely everything Oscar and Tiffany ever said about her, anything he had ever observed from her, and anything that Katherine herself said in passing as she played with the probably-a-bit-too-old-for-her toys that Tony bought when he took care of her, trying to come up with a reason why she didn’t appear to be reacting to anything.
But he was coming up empty.
Katherine was a bright little spark, and nearly always wanted to know what Tony was doing, as was often the case for her age. He babysat her a few times, and once tried to bore her to sleep with mechanical and electrical engineering when she was too hyper.
Not that it worked, because she begged him to tell her about the ‘sparky science’ before going to sleep (Tony couldn’t help but hope that Oscar continued teaching her about it when she was sent home).
But this child who was right in front of him was vastly different from the one he knew. She was still, and she was quiet.
The fact there was a massive bandage on her face probably didn’t help much, either.
He vaguely wondered if children that young were capable of suffering from depression. He’d have to ask Rhodey later.
When the caskets were placed in the ground, he stuffed his hands back into his coat pockets and watched Katherine, who was sitting next to a woman who looked like she could have been her aunt.
He waited until the crowd thinned out, before he made his way closer to Katherine. Unfortunately, he was stopped by a heavy-set man with a scowl engraved on his face.
Tony really wouldn’t have been surprised if this man came out of the womb looking like that.
“You must be Anthony,” The man gruffed, holding out his hand.
“Tony,” he corrected, taking the offered hand. His father only called him Anthony when he was in trouble, and it sent an uncomfortable shiver up his spine.
“Gregory,” The man stuffed his hand back into his pocket. “Look, we already know that Oscar listed you as the one that Katherine would go to if he and Tiffany died,”
Tony nodded.
“But let’s be honest, you live on the other side of the US, far away from what she recognizes to be home. Why don’t you give up your rights to her and she can stay with us? Her family?”
He bristled. “No. I was asked to look after her, which I will be doing to the best of my abilities. Besides, you haven’t said your relationship with Katherine. For all I know, you could be some pervert who should be locked up.”
Gregory’s face grew red, but he didn’t comment, which made Tony wonder if he was at least a little bit correct. “Anthony,” Gregory sighed, and Tony didn’t bother to correct him, “You’re not the best example of for a young child. They will be watching and copying your every move, whether you like it or not. And I have heard about your latest, let’s say, celebration,”
He was really starting to dislike this guy. “I understand that children look to their authority figures for guidance, as I was a child myself. You don’t have to worry about her receiving negative influence under me.” This means that he’d have to stop drinking and going to parties, but he would do it. He would do anything to prove this man in front of him wrong and make him terribly embarrassed.
“You are also a busy man, Tony. She needs constant attention, which I doubt you will be able to provide for her.”
“I have an assistant who is more than qualified to look after her if I cannot.”
“You’re just going to thrust Katherine into the hands of some assistant?” Gregory lifted an eyebrow.
Tony gritted his teeth. “No, I will not. I am at home most of the day, and when I am not, Stark Industries, which I remind you I am the owner and CEO of, is more than childproof should there be a time when she needs to accompany me. After all, we do have idiots coming into the building each day.”
Gregory visibly bristled. Before he could open his mouth again, Tony held his hand up.
“I’m done talking. I will be taking Katherine in, as was asked of me by both Oscar and Tiffany. You can take me to court over it, but you will find out very quickly that not only do I have her parent’s wishes and the law on my side, but I also have the most skilled attorneys in the nation at my disposal. I would not press my luck if I were you.”
Gregory’s face twisted in a very unpleasant manner, and Tony rolled his eyes.
“Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a child I need to retrieve. After all, I am now her legal guardian.” Tony clapped his hand on Gregory’s shoulder as he passed, making his way over to where Katherine was standing.
When he was close enough, he crouched down to her level.
Katherine was still staring at the soft dirt that covered her parent’s graves, though her face was surprisingly without tears.
“Hello, kitty cat,” Tony said, trying his best to not be too loud.
Katherine’s head jerked, swinging to the side to look at him, her brows coming together in confusion.
An odd sense of emotion struck him. He knew that he wasn’t the most available person, but surely he visited her often enough that a young child would still remember.
Didn’t he?
“Do you remember me?”
She just pursed her lips.
“I’m Tony, your Mommy and Daddy’s friend. I took care of you last Spring while they were gone for work, and I gave you the tinker tools set.”
The woman on the other side of Katherine shifted. The quick glance he gave her told him that she was simply watching the exchange with interest.
Katherine frowned in thought, but quite suddenly, her face broke into a grin and she nodded quickly. “You helped me light a bulb with a tater!”
“Yes, I did.” Tony chuckled, before sucking in a deep breath. “Kitty, when you were really small, I promised your Mommy and Daddy that I’d look after you if something happened to them.”
Her eyebrows furrowed. “I’m going with you?” She asked, her voice a lot quieter than a second ago.
Not that he could really blame her.
Tony nodded. “I’m going to take care of you now, since your parents can’t. And we can make lots of electricity with potatoes and lemons.”
Katherine grinned. “Okay.”
“Mister Stark-” her aunt started, only to stop when he lifted a hand up.
“It’s in the will,” he stood up, “I will not turn my back on her. If you have any grievances, take it up with the lawyers,”
“That wasn’t what I was going to say,” she gave him a small grin, and Tony was surprised with how young she looked, “but I am glad to see that you’re willing to dedicate yourself to Katherine. That being said, if there is any way that I can help with the adjustment, please let me know,”
His brows furrowed.
“I’m Tiff’s sister. I probably would have gotten guardianship of Katherine instead of you, if I were old enough,”
“How old are you?”
“Seventeen come March.”
That explained why she looked so young. “You’re Stephanie?”
“The one and only,” She handed him a piece of paper. “That’s my phone number, but try to keep from calling between 8 and 3. I’ve got school,”
Tony swallowed. “Thanks, I’ll try to keep that in mind,”
Stephanie smiled again, and knelt in front of Katherine, where they had a hushed conversation.
Tony looked at the paper, the girl’s penmanship seemed to be rushed, before folding it and stuffing it into his pant pocket.
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Katherine’s mood didn’t improve after they made it back to Malibu, which Tony expected, and tried to plan accordingly.
He anticipated some anxiety, as she was in a newer environment, so he’d taken a few weeks off from Stark Industries. His assistant, Pepper Potts, kept him up-to-date on some matters and brought the occasional file for him to look over, but he couldn’t quite bring himself to stop working in the lab. And considering it wasn’t the safest place in the world, he planned on working around her. What he didn’t expect, though, was that she refused to lose sight of him.
He wasn’t a stranger to separation anxiety - he had it himself when he was young, and still seemed to struggle with handling it. However, he didn’t anticipate for it to become near all-consuming. She didn’t want to be left alone in the kitchen while Tony went into the pantry to grab a loaf of bread, didn’t want to be left in the bedroom while Tony was in the walk-in closet, didn’t leave Tony alone while he was in the shower (which was by far the most uncomfortable thing about this), and she absolutely refused to sleep on her own.
Which, considering he had to lay down according to her schedule (and eventually falling asleep himself because one could stare at the ceiling for so long before getting bored to sleep), his sleep schedule improved significantly. JARVIS, despite only recently being tasked with keeping tabs on his general health, seemed quite pleased with the adjustment.
However, when Katherine was asleep during the day, he’d make his way down to there to work on restoring one of the car frames he purchased before the funeral or sketch a diagram for one of the new guns or missiles for a military demonstration, and not thirty minutes later JARVIS was telling him that Katherine was calling for him.
Almost every time Tony went up to her, she was crying desperately and clung to him when she spotted him.
His work started piling up dangerously high - and add on the fact that Obediah called more than once to scold him over his lack of responsibility - which had aggravated him to the point where Tony bit the bullet and put a child-proof play area in the safest section of the lab so she could see him while he worked.
Eventually, Pepper suggested taking Katherine to a child psychologist, which Tony reluctantly agreed to. He didn’t particularly like psychologists, but he wasn’t able to keep Katherine with him at all times. Not only did his work really not allow for it despite his efforts to make it otherwise - especially when he started going back to the company building - but she was going to be going to school soon. If they couldn’t get the anxiety under control, then everyone involved was going to be in for a rough ride.
The first psychologist came with high praise from one of Rhodey’s coworkers (coworkers? Co-Piolets? Special force air force buddies? Tony had no idea), though she gave Tony the willies and he was not about to force Katherine through an hour-long session with her. The second came at the recommendation of Pepper, and he was a bit better, but the third, a fifty-something-year-old woman, Katherine really liked.
It took a few visits, but soon Tony was able to observe from a chair by the desk, instead of sitting on the floor with Katherine on his lap.
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The first Christmas was the most festive Tony could ever remember. He and Katherine made a weekend of it and hit the hobby stores for decoration, hardware stores for lights and garlands, and he let her choose the perfect tree. They decorated the beach house with angels, reindeer, garlands, wreaths, and Dr. Suess’ The Grinch.
Why there were Grinch decorations Tony had no idea, but Katherine liked them so in the cart they went.
The fake snow he placed near the fireplace seemed comically out of place with the large window nearby that showed off the private beach and pure blue ocean outside.
In the attempt to keep things normal for her, he kept a steady stream of Christmas Carols floating through the speakers (Oscar’s favorite season was Christmas, and was listening to carols near-constantly immediately after Halloween, the heathen).
More than once he caught her swaying to the rhythm of one of those pieces from that Nutcracker ballet, which made him decide that a visit to see the ballet was in order, as much as he thought he would be asleep before the curtain rose.
But Katherine would like it.
Hopefully.
*~*~*
Tony might have gone a little overboard on Christmas Morning.
He put Katherine to bed early, waited an hour to make sure she was asleep, and proceeded to stay up the rest of the night, carefully wrapping each present and tying it with a bow. He would have done it sooner, though Katherine clearly decided that her new favorite game was hide-and-seek but without the hiding, and he was terrified that she’d find the wrapped presents. Instead, he kept them at Happy’s apartment, and when Happy came by today, he brought the presents with him.
He didn’t want to start a pot of coffee in case Katherine developed super-hearing, so when he started feeling the effects of fatigue, he strategically placed each gift under the tree, each pile more complex than the next in order to keep himself occupied while doing the mind-numbing task of wrap, tape, and tie. He mindlessly snacked on carrots she laid out for the reindeer and the cookies Katherine so carefully decorated for Santa to enjoy when he arrived, though was careful to leave one of the cookies half-eaten for Katherine to see in the morning.
He considered trying to convince her Santa actually wanted chicken tacos and beer, but decided against it in case she wanted to try the beer herself to make sure it was good enough for Santa.
Once the wrapping was complete, he crept down to the basement garage, opened the door of the car that Happy used to buy an obnoxious amount of topsoil and straw, and started lugging them up to the living room.
He brainstormed ideas with Pepper, Happy, and Rhodey in preparation for the big day a few weeks before, and Pepper had mentioned in passing that her father always did extravagant efforts to make each Christmas special, as they didn’t have much growing up. Instead of flashy, expensive toys that broke within two months like Tony and Rhodey received, her father made Christmas an experience - a core memory, as Happy called it.
And Tony was going to do his best to recreate it for Katherine.
Dampening some of the topsoil, he pulled on a pair of too-big boots, stepped into the soil, and planted footprints from the fireplace to the tree and back. He scattered the soil, creating large piles and smoothing it out, before sticking the leg of a deer decoy to create reindeer footprints - he even went as far as to scatter a bit of the topsoil over the presents and smeared some on the tree.
Next came the straw, which he scattered everywhere. In the fireplace, on the rug that was probably going to be ruined from dirt stains, between the cushions of the couches, and in amongst the presents.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw movement.
Heart in his throat, Tony froze. Katherine could absolutely not be awake! He was not going to ruin the spirit of Christmas for a three-year-old! He refused to do it! Scambling for a suitable lie that would preserve her innocence and explain what he was doing, he nearly jumped out of his skin when there was a crash.
Snapping his head to the sound, he paused.
It was a nutcracker. One that was supposed to be wrapped for Katherine, but must have slipped between pillows. And while he was rearranging the cushions for the straw, it must have come loose before falling to the floor.
He blinked, before a wide grin appeared. Tiffany loved nutcrackers and went into great detail about how special they were during Christmastime, and Tony wanted it to be a reminder for Katherine that even if her parents were gone, they were always watching over her.
The fact that nutcrackers were traditionally considered to be generators of good luck and protectors against bad spirits during the holiday season was just an added bonus.
It was an impulsive decision, but he grabbed the nutcracker, stamped his boots back into the soil, and trekked up to Katherine’s room.
Despite being sure the door wouldn’t creak while it opened, he still opened it painstakingly slowly. Once the gap was wide enough for him to slip through, Tony made his way to her, and slipped the nutcracker into her arms.
She was a relatively still sleeper, so he wasn’t very concerned about her wiggling and flopping, and risk breaking it.
Carefully walking out of the room (making sure to step firmly so the dirt would fall off his boots), he closed the door with a soft latch, before stomping back down to the living room to get rid of any evidence that would suggest he created the mess.
It was nearly 5 in the morning by the time he made it to bed, only to be awoken an hour later by a toddler jumping on him.
“Santa came! Santa came! He came into my room and gave me a nutcracker!” She screeched, shoving said nutcracker into his face, and causing him to go cross-eyed. “He left tracks, too! Come see, come see!”
Katherine grabbed his hand and tugged him towards the door. Tony groaned as he stood up, and stumbled out of the room, nearly falling onto his face as she tugged him harder towards her bedroom.
She squealed when the footprints came into view, and he couldn’t help but feel a bit proud that his last-minute decision worked so well.
He marveled at the tracks, poking at them and ‘predicting’ when they might have arrived (“Precisely midnight! Wow, he must have wonderful time-management skills - we should learn from him, shouldn’t we, kitty cat?”). Next, he was pulled to the living room, and he prepared to act very upset at the disarray of the room.
Hopefully all those trashy soap operas Rhodey liked in college would help him.
The living room came into view, and as Katherine gasped loudly, Tony sucked in a deep breath before starting his performance.
Katherine startled at the volume of his voice, before a bright grin showed on her face as Tony went around and pointed at each and every stain and straw, complaining that Santa had to learn to wrangle his reindeer or there would be a lot of trouble. Katherine started laughing - really belly laughing - when he made notice of the couch.
Rhodey came by a little while later, nearly dropping his tray of muffins when he saw the state of the room. Though as Katherine excitedly told him about her findings and pulled him to look at Santa’s footprints (Tony had a feeling there would be pictures taken of them before they were cleaned up), Rhodey gave him a thumbs-up.
He grinned, and collapsed onto the dirty couch.
Katherine’s reaction was well-worth the fatigue he felt. In fact, as he felt himself slip back to sleep, he decided that he was willing to do nearly anything to keep her grinning. No child should have so much misery in their life - and Tony was going to do his best to shelter her from any more that may come her way.
*~*~*
Tony choked. “You want me to what?”
Oscar grinned. “Be her godfather.”
“I’m not-”
“I don’t care. Tiff trusts you with her, and so do I.”
“But what about your family - or even Rhodey? Wouldn’t that be better?”
He shrugged. “Maybe. But I trust you, and my gut’s telling me you’ll keep her in safe hands.”
Tony’s brow furrowed. “I haven’t had a good example of taking care of kids,”
“Neither have I,” Oscar leaned against the glass of the hospital window, his newborn baby just on the other side. “But I’m willing to do my best. That’s all anyone can ask for, really,”
Tony looked at Katherine (he had no doubt her name was influenced by one of those books Tiffany read), tightly swaddled in a small pink blanket, and a knitted hat with what looked like bear ears.
He watched her for several moments longer, before letting out a deep sigh.
“I’ll accept,”
Oscar’s hand slapped his shoulder, gripping onto it. “I don’t think you’ll regret it,”
Katherine yawned, her hat slipping off her head a bit.
“I don’t think I will, either,”
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ctrsara · 2 years
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Cracks in the Soul Ch 23
https://archiveofourown.org/works/40431864/chapters/105079092
Don’t let the OC turn you off - I promise she’s great, and Peter and MJ are still close, just not together... If you like fluffy AU Soulmate stuff at -all,- this story, and its direct predecessor: From the Same Star is for you, I promise!  (Or if you love Irondad platonic soulmate stuff too, or reading a grown Peter... so much fun in here.)
Tony, Pepper, and Peter work on getting arrangements and security in place for Peter and Hallie's "engagement" announcement, while Peter makes his own arrangements for their quick weekend away, and also struggles with some of the possible ramifications of their decision.
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marvel-lous-guy · 2 years
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Pepper: I think my water just broke
Tony: *sleep deprived* That's okay, we'll just get you a new one
Pepper: ...
Tony: Oh! You mean you body water, yeah that's much worse
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moon--u · 4 months
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“Bagel,” came the quiet whimper. Tony’s hand froze, but Peter’s eyes remained closed, breaths still even.
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bloodybrilliant-mnk · 2 years
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LOOKING FOR A FIC
Okay so I vaguely remember the plot of this fic so this might not be at all helpful but here goes:
So Tony Stark is 19-20 ish and finds out that he got some girl pregnant, and she doesn’t want to keep the baby so he does.  His father is furious about this and cuts him off, so Tony I think worked as a janitor for a little bit???? but ends up starting a toy company or something like that.  Anyone have any ideas?
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“Genius,Billionaire,Playboy,Philanthropist.”
Ye men this is Mr Tony Stark he never stops loving himself and being proud of himself. Also I don’t complain him he is just so perfect.🤷‍♀️
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idk-bruh-20 · 10 months
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Irondad fic ideas #134
Fic where everything in the current MCU has happened
...for Peter.
In fact, Mysterio captured Peter right after Endgame. Everything that happened since -- Europe, his identity, May -- has been an illusion.
Mysterio even altered Peter's memory of the battle against Thanos to torture him. He doesn't remember the rush to get Tony to a hospital. He doesn't remember being kidnapped. He believes Tony died on the battlefield
Which is why, when he's suddenly in a cell and Iron Man bursts in, frantic and alive, Peter has a hard time telling what's real.
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