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Description: Whilst trying to regain some sense of normality, Steve and Alex hit the gym together. What follows is the beginning of a complicated situationship between the two as they begin to gravitate closer together. Difficult feelings surface for Alex and push her to question everything she knows.
Warning(s): mild language, mild teasing/flirtatious remarks, sparring between characters, so many innuendos, references to symptoms of PTSD, serious conversations of past trauma, if I missed anything lmk!
[A/N: the end of Arc 2 is here! thanks to everyone that's stuck around so far, I appreciate every single one of you!! I definitely recommend listening to Shy Guy by Diana King for this chapter lmao. If you've enjoyed it so far leave some love!! - L]
MONTHS LATER, ALEX FOUND HERSELF IN THE SNOWY FOREST THAT LAY ON THE OUTSKIRTS OF SOKOVIA. It was supposed to be a simple extraction mission. Markus had been telling the truth all along about the facility and was right on the mark about Strucker leading the experiments. They'd finally located the facility and come to the conclusion that it was, in fact, Loki's sceptre they were using for nefarious purposes.
Presently, she found herself clinging desperately to the back of an armoured vehicle being driven by Nat as they ploughed their way through the forest, and subsequently, through the armed soldiers that charged at them. Thankfully, Alex had taken up arms training, which allowed her to cover Clint's blindspots as vehicles and soldiers shot at them from every angle.
The Hulk rampaged alongside the vehicle, whilst Tony flew around in one of his newer suits. Steve was on a motorbike and Thor was doing what he did best. Alex didn't have time to stop and admire how well they worked with and around each other as she shot out the tires of another approaching truck.
She was afforded little warning as Nat did a handbrake-turn and threw all three of them free of the vehicle. In a wall of formidable power, the whole team launched themselves forward. The cold air nipped at her skin and the snow that she kicked up in her wake caught in her windswept curls.
As they pushed closer to the walls of the fort, the number of adversaries they encountered seemed to almost triple. Everywhere Alex looked, explosions burst upwards against the bleak scenery, the air filled with screams and gunfire, as well as the occasional roll of thunder. It all seemed to be going rather well as Tony flew ahead. Though they were quickly proven wrong.
"Language!" Cap countered almost immediately and Alex couldn't help the cackle that escaped her as she took down another guard whilst narrowly avoiding getting shot.
"JARVIS, what's the view from upstairs?" Alex questioned as she ducked behind a tree.
"A central building is protected by some kind of energy shield," the AI began to explain through the comms "Strucker's technology is well beyond any other HYDRA base we've taken."
"Loki's sceptre must be here. Strucker couldn't mount his defence without it. At long last," Thor chimed in from amongst the fray.
"'At long last' is lasting a little long, boys." Nat's remark made Alex smile.
"I agree with Nat," she admitted before disarming and disabling a guard. With practised ease, she jumped through the shadows of the trees to catch up to the rest of the team.
"Yeah, well I think we lost the element of surprise." Barton's quip didn't go unappreciated as he fired off more arrows.
"Wait, a second," Tony piped up "No one else is gonna deal with the fact that Cap just said 'language'?"
"It's not exactly number one on the priority list, Tony," Alex replied with a strain as she was thrown to the ground and forced to wrestle her way out of the guard's grasp.
"I know, it just slipped out."
"No hard feelings, Spangles, it happens to the best of us," Alex assured him as she finally got away and shadow-jumped to catch up with him.
As Tony called for the Iron Legion to protect the civilians, Steve and Alex worked on eliminating as many adversaries as possible. The rhythm they fell into and the way they worked around each other was natural.
"On your right -"
"Watch your head -"
"Behind you -" It reminded Alex of the rescue mission onboard the Lemurian Star just the year before. How easy it had been working together to get rid of the obstacles in their way.
Then, almost too easily, things went quiet. There were no more soldiers to neutralise, but the bunkers still fired on them. Alex pulled Steve out of sight behind a tree.
"Does it seem a little -"
"Quiet? I was just thinking the same," the stoic blonde agreed as he hefted his shield. Alex opened her mouth to suggest their next move when a blur of silver barrelled through them and sent them both hurtling backwards. On her back amongst the snow and upturned dirt, Alex took a moment to get her bearings back.
"Son of a bitch..." she grumbled as she forced herself back onto her feet.
"We have an enhanced in the field that isn't Alex," Steve relayed over the comms.
"Clint's hit!" Nat informed them with a sliver of panic in her usually level voice. Whilst Nat attended to Clint, the Hulk smashed through the bunker that had fired on them, leaving them a few adversaries less to deal with.
"Tony, we really need to get inside!" Alex exclaimed as she and Steve picked up where they left off.
"I'm closing in," the genius assured them from somewhere up ahead. Moments passed and whilst Alex and Steve were occupied with the task at hand, they were relieved to hear the update that followed shortly after.
"Clint's hit pretty bad, guys. We're gonna need evac," Nat stated gravely in their ears.
"I can get Barton to the jet," Thor assured them.
"Drawbridge is down, people." She could finally step up to fulfil the next step of their plan.
"Awesome - hey, Spangles, are you ready?" she quizzed as they approached one of the larger trees in the clearing.
"Not exactly," he admitted with a slight shrug.
"Just hold on tight," Alex instructed before she took a hold of his hand and ran towards the shadow of the tree.
"And for gosh sake, watch your language!" Tony teased childishly. When they emerged, the duo was inside the fort, at last. Steve removed his caul and Alex could finally take off the leather gloves she'd donned to protect her fingers from the cold.
"We're locked down out here," the redhead assassin confirmed from outside as Alex fell in step with Steve.
"Get to Banner, it's time for a lullaby." She agreed to Steve's instructions and the comms went quiet for a moment or two.
"Let's see if we can get Strucker."
"Lead the way, Spangles." They navigated the rough-hewn stone hallways as cautiously as they could between the two of them. There was a nagging feeling at the back of Alex's brain. Something that reminded her to remain vigilant as they closed in on Strucker. Steve knocked out the guard that stood between them and they came face to face with the man they'd spent months looking for.
"Baron Strucker, HYDRA's number one thug." Whilst they stepped closer to the monocle-wearing scientist, Alex kept close to Steve's side. Protective if nothing else.
"Technically, I'm a thug for S.H.I.E.L.D.," he countered, voice heavily accented.
"Well, then technically you're unemployed," Alex stated with a shrug. A loose curl fell against her forehead, which she flicked away almost instantly.
"Where's Loki's sceptre?" Steve questioned with the tip of his chin.
"Don't worry," he sighed dramatically, "I know when I'm beaten. You'll mention how I cooperated, I hope?"
"Yeah, right under illegal human experimentation. How many are there?" The answer never came. A girl, no older than Alex appeared, eyes and hands glowing red with some kind of energy.
"Steve -" For the second time in as many hours, the two of them were thrown aside. Steve disappeared down a short stairwell and Alex hit a wall with a heavy thud.
"We have a second enhanced. Female. Do not engage," Steve instructed with a groan as he hurried back up the stairs to Alex and Strucker.
"You'll have to be faster than -" Steve kicked his shield into Strucker's chest to silence him and he crumpled to the floor with a grunt.
Slightly dizzy from impact, Alex barely registered that Steve had hoisted her to her feet until he put both hands on her shoulders and looked right at her.
"Yeah! Fine," she assured him, though the pounding across the back of her hips and shoulders said otherwise. Without lingering on it too much, they headed back out to the rest of the team. Between the two of them, they managed to get Strucker out of the fort and to the extraction quinjet that they'd brought along specifically to transport him directly to maximum security prison.
Whilst they waited for Tony, Banner and Nat to return to the quinjet, Alex peeled off the top half of her sleeveless catsuit without thinking. Relieved to finally be free of the tight kevlar leather combo. It wasn't until she reached for her kit bag to pull on a t-shirt that she realised Steve had bared witness to the whole thing.
"Oh, sorry! I should've let you know first," she apologised sheepishly once the oversized article had covered her sports bra. Steve, in all his ruby-cheeked glory, was at a loss for words.
"Don't - I mean, it's not a problem, I didn't think -"
"Take a breath, Steve." She discarded the top of her suit into her bag and opted to wear the bottom half for the ride back. An ache ebbed in her bones as Alex took a seat. Though she was physically 21, she felt fifty years older.
When the remaining three finally turned up, Tony wasted little time in getting into the pilot's seat and readying everything to take off. Steve helped get Clint set up with a drip, laid out in the middle of the quinjet, unconscious, but alive. When he was done and they were in the air, Steve, Alex and Thor gathered around the sceptre.
"You did really good today," he stated quietly as everyone dispersed to do their own thing
"Thanks." A rosy blush painted her cheeks and ears at the compliment.
"Thor, a status report on the Hulk?" Nat piped up from the other side of Clint. She was knelt in front of Banner, no doubt trying to reassure him that he did as good a job like the rest of them.
"The gates of Hel are filled with the screams of his victims," the God of thunder replied cheerfully and Banner dropped his head into his hands. The look on Nat's face said more than her words ever could.
"Uh - But not the screams of the dead, of course. No, no, wounded screams. Mainly whimpering, a great deal of complaining and tales of sprained deltoids and... Gout." Alex put a hand on the blonde deity's shoulder and offered him a sympathetic look.
"You might want to stop talking."
"Hey, Banner?" Tony called up from the pilot's seat, "Doctor Cho's on her way in from Seoul, is it okay if she sets up in your lab?"
"Yeah! She knows her way around," the Doctor confirmed over his shoulder. Alex stifled a yawn into her elbow, despite her efforts to conceal it as subtly as possible, she failed. Thankfully, Tony finally stepped away from the cockpit and joined the three of them in marvelling at the sceptre.
"Feels good, yeah? I mean, you've been after this thing since S.H.I.E.L.D collapsed. Not that I haven't enjoyed our little raiding parties, but..."
"No, but this, brings it to a close," Thor agreed, features illuminated by the pale blue light.
"As soon as we find out what else it's been used for. I don't just mean weapons," Steve spoke up, gaze unwavering from the glowing item.
"Yeah, since when is Strucker capable of human experimentation?" Alex agreed with a not-so-subtle twist of discomfort in her chest.
"Banner and I will give it a once-over before it goes back to Asgard. Is that cool with you?" They all looked to Thor for confirmation.
"Just a few days until the farewell party. You're staying, right?"
"Yes, yes, of course. A victory should be honoured with revels," Thor agreed with a growing smile.
"Yeah, who doesn't love revels? Captain?" Unanimously, their gazes shifted to the other blonde of the group.
"Hopefully, this puts an end to the Chitauri and HYDRA. So yes, revels." As they dispersed, Alex and Steve took up seats on one of the benches. Another yawn forced its way out of Alex's mouth. The droning of the engines outside and the ache that settled in her bones made her eyes grow heavy.
"Have you been sleeping much, lately?" The question caught her off guard, so she opted to sit back and cross her arms over her chest.
"Yeah, I've been sleeping just fine," she insisted, equally quiet. A long pause followed and Alex finally cast a glance his way. Baleful blue eyes stared right back.
"You wanna know how I can tell that was a lie?"
"Do enlighten me," she encouraged sarcastically whilst picking at a speck of mud on the knee of her suit.
"You didn't look at me once." Alex knew she couldn't argue with that. It had been one of her worst attempts at lying - and that was saying something. A heavy sigh escaped her parted lips and she finally turned in her seat to face him as fully as possible.
"Fine. So I've had a few rough nights this week. There's nothing else to it," Alex assured him with a slight shrug. He didn't seem to buy it.
"It's okay, Alex. This is a safe space. C'mon, put your head on my shoulder."
"Because you look like you need a few hours undisturbed. I promise I'll wake you up when we land." The temptation was too hard to resist, so she obliged and got comfortable at Steve's side, with her head resting on his shoulder.
Sleep didn't take long to take over.
True to his word, when they landed, Steve woke Alex up with a gentle nudge. She forced her eyes open and blindly reached for her bag. He nudged it across the floor towards her and she hummed a quiet thanks to him before she retrieved her hoodie and pulled it over her head. Whilst Nat rushed off alongside Clint and the others left at their own pace, Alex held back to stretch out her limbs properly.
"You did well out there, kid. Go get some rest, you've earned it," Tony praised with a grin as Alex began gathering her things to disembark. Maria appeared at the door to the quinjet, tablet in her arms, ready to fill in the gaps in their knowledge.
"Lab's all set up, boss," she stated as she entered the quinjet, heels clicking against the metal flooring.
"Oh, actually, he's the boss -" Tony pointed at Steve, who'd also shed half of his tactical suit "- I just pay for everything and design everything, make everyone look cooler." Alex, Maria and Steve opted to ignore the latter half of Tony's comment in favour of gaining some insight into what they were up against.
"What's the word on Strucker?" Steve approached Maria and Alex tagged along as they left the quinjet and began walking through the tower.
"NATO's got him."
"The two enhanced?" Alex questioned as she buried her hands in her hoodie pocket.
"Wanda and Pietro Maximoff. Twins. Orphaned at ten when a shell collapsed their apartment building -" Maria handed over the tablet that played footage of them as they walked "- Sokovia's had a rough history. It's nowhere special but it's on the way to everywhere special.
"What are their abilities?" Steve didn't look up from the tablet as they rounded a corner.
"He's got increased metabolism and improved thermal homeostasis. Her thing is neuroelectric interfacing, telekinesis, mental manipulation."
"They sound delightful," Alex mused as they approached an elevator.
"They're gonna show up again," Steve stated as the doors opened. He and Alex stepped inside, leaving Maria in the hallway.
"Agreed. The file says they volunteered for Strucker's experiments. It's nuts." Both Steve and Alex exchanged knowing glances.
"Right, what kind of monster would let a German scientist experiment on them to protect their country?"
"We're not at war, Captain," Maria rebuffed smoothly.
"They are," he fired back as the doors slid shut. Alex shouldered her bag and fiddled with the strings on her hoodie to take her mind off of being in such a confined space with Steve.
"What are your plans for the evening?" Steve questioned as the elevator continued to descend. Alex cleared her throat and looked up at the ceiling.
"Oh, y' know, get some training in, hit the showers, turn in early for the night. Nothing exciting. Yourself?"
"Paperwork. Lots of it. I'll see if I can swing by the training room, though." The thought of Steve watching her train was enough to send her brain running a mile a minute.
"Sure. I'll save you a punching bag or two." The elevator stopped and the doors opened. With a slightly awkward wave, Alex stepped out and mumbled a see ya to Steve. She made her way to the locker room and peeled off the last of her catsuit, swapping it out for a pair of gym shorts. With her hoodie hung up over her bag, Alex wandered back through to the main room and wrapped her hands and wrists as best as she could. She was accustomed to having Steve help her out with that part, but she just about managed on her own.
With her phone connected to the stereo, she put on her favourite playlist and began warming up. After a few miles running on the treadmill, ten minutes with a skipping rope and a couple of long stretches, she was good to go.
Alex lost track of time after the first hour" but kept on with her training. She cycled through as many drills and routines as she could remember from her time with Nat. As she moved to the punching bag that was suspended from a ceiling-mounted hook, the doors at the far end opened.
"Ah, looks like I arrived right in time," Steve mused as he put his bag down on the far side of the room. Alex let out a breathless laugh as she landed a swift one-two on the suspended bag of sand.
"How's the paperwork?" she teased and it was Steve's turn to laugh.
"About as good as it sounds."
"I figured. You ready to eat mat?" Alex challenged as he wrapped his hands and began pacing the mat in step with herself.
"You talk a big game, I'll give you that," he played along whilst keeping half an eye on her as he finished wrapping his hands and got ready to spar the young prodigy.
"Well, you live with Tony long enough and trash-talking becomes second nature."
"I can well believe it."
Almost two hours later and they were both starting to lag. The constant one-upping each other had started to take its toll on the two of them. As a result, Alex fumbled and slipped. She hit the mat with a loud oomph.
The weight of Steve on top of her was enough to push heat to her cheeks. They were both breathing hard and their faces were only centimetres apart. It never failed to surprise Alex how pretty Steve was when they were up close and personal with each other.
"I... Sorry, if I hurt you -"
"It's fine! I'm fine," she assured him with a breathy sigh and a nod of her head. Another heavy moment passed and Steve finally sat up and helped Alex to her feet.
"Listen, I don't know if you had plans or were already going with someone, but I was wondering if you wanted to go to Thor's leaving party... With me?"
"What? Like a date?"
"Not if you don't want it to be! There's no pressure at all -" Alex put a hand on his chest to stop him from getting ahead of himself.
"I want to. I really want to, Steve. But after the last time -"
"Sorry! I didn't even think - shit. Don't worry about it, Alex," he interjected with a spike of panic.
"I'm not saying no! Definitely not, but I might not be there for the whole thing, y'know? Come and go," she explained as she picked at the skin on the side of her thumb.
"Sure, sure. Whatever you're comfortable with." There was an awkward beat between them before Steve pulled her in for a hug. Arms held her tight and despite the fact that they were still hot and sweaty, there was an odd comfort in the gesture.
"Alright, I've gotta finish that paperwork and you need a good night's sleep. Promise?"
"Promesa, Spangles," she assured him with a grin.
"Will I see you at dinner?"
"Maybe," Alex stated with a plaintive shrug, "I was gonna grab some food and hide out in my room. The door will be open though."
"Right. I'll try and stop by." They parted ways and whilst Steve left the gym for the evening, Alex stayed.
She set up a new punching bag and wrapped her hands again. With her music turned back up to an almost deafening volume, she could feel the bass in her chest. Alex swung once. Twice. And then she was so lost in the anger that bubbled in the back of her mind. Now that no one was around.
No one to ask if she was okay.
Or look at her with pity or concern.
Nobody to ask personal questions.
No one to judge her.
There was a lapse in memory and the next thing Alex remembered was seeing crimson seeping through the wraps around her knuckles. Speaks of blood had smeared across the punching bag too. She stopped and tried to catch her breath. Shoulders and wrists ached. More blood leaked through until she unwound them and revealed the damage.
"Shit," she hissed as she hurried over to her kit bag and hastily stuffed the bloodied material into a side pocket. Alex couldn't risk bumping into anyone, so gathered her things and shadow-walked back to her room to clean herself up.
When did you become this?
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Looking Too Closely (Bucky x Fem!Stark!Reader) -- part six
I feel like this is finally getting into the good stuff so my brain has been very !!!!!!! and decided to spit out this next chapter so fast xx
Summary: Coffee (not) date with Bucky!
Warnings: more mentions of homelessness, arguing/yelling, Tony being a general asshole, I think that’s all
You weren’t expecting to feel so...out of place on the streets of New York until you stepped out of the Tower and suddenly, you’re there.
Last time you were here, you were homeless. These streets were your home and in a weird way, it still feels like it.
“What’s with the hood?” You shove Bucky’s flesh arm to get his attention as the two of you walk down the street.
He looks over at you, shrugging. “Feels more comfortable. I’m still not well-liked, you know.” Which explains the jacket and gloves, too.
“You’re not gonna get us arrested, are you?”
He smirks. “Are you?”
“Nah,” you shake your head. “I’ll be fine. As long as none of them have like...been looking for my face or…” You pause, looking at him. “Um. Actually-- Can I have your hat?”
“You have a hood! If we both need disguises then I need something, too.”
“It’s not really a disguise--”
“Just give me your hat so I don’t have to do something illegal.”
He’s already taking it off and replacing his hood before you’re done talking. “Here.”
“Thank you.” Placing the hat on your head, you pull it down a little to hopefully shadow your face enough to the point of blending in. “Where are we going?”
“Coffee,” he says tiredly. “Just an excuse to leave that isn’t therapy.”
“You go to therapy?”
“Every week,” he nods.
“Part of my pardon,” he says. “It’s definitely not by choice.”
“Do you like it, at least?”
He shrugs again, pausing at the crosswalk. You reach over and press the button.
“I don’t hate it,” he finally says. “Don’t love it, either.” After a pause, he says, “Why, are you thinking of going?”
“Me? No,” you almost laugh. “I was just...making conversation.”
He chuckles. “Got it.”
His flesh hand rests between your shoulder blades when the light changes. He keeps you close as the two of you cross over.
“Probably should duck on a sidestreet,” he says quietly.
Without hesitation, you slide down a random sidestreet. Only to you, it isn’t random at all. You used to walk down this street every day, hell, you remember sleeping back here one night. It wasn’t as comfortable as your other spots, though.
Bucky follows you, eyes narrowing at the way you walk. It’s obvious to him within seconds that you know exactly where you are.
You round a corner and nearly smack right into someone.
“Hey, watch-- Y/N?”
Your eyes widen. “Jade? Holy shit!”
“Holy shit is right!” They grin, hugging you tightly. “What are you doing out here? 12 is still looking everywhere for you.”
“Yeah, I know,” you mutter. “Oh, this is Bucky, by the way. Bucky, this is Jade, we used to live together for a while.”
“Before she up and left my ass,” Jade jokes, waving at Bucky. “Nice to meet you.”
“Yeah,” he nods. “Who is 12?”
“Police,” Jade answers, then nudges your arm. “Where’d you find this guy?”
“He’s um…” You pause. Tony Stark isn’t exactly a friend of the homeless community. In fact, everyone thinks he’s a bit of a jackass. “He’s just a friend.”
Jade looks between you and Bucky, smirks, then says, “Yeah. Just a friend, okay.”
“What are you doing out here?” You change the subject quickly. “I thought you’d be a few states over by now.”
“Nope, staying here,” Jade shrugs. “Gotta go, though. Got somewhere to be. Take care and try to stay out of trouble?”
“Yeah, sure,” you grin, letting them go before you have to make up any more lies.
Once Jade is out of earshot, Bucky looks at you blankly.
“Nothing,” he says. “Coffee?”
“Sure. Lead the way.”
It’s been years since you’ve had coffee, but whatever it is that Bucky orders you tastes good. He chose a table in the back, where you’re right next to the emergency exit and he can sit facing the front door.
“So,” Bucky starts. “I...I don’t even know what to ask. Um… How...are things?”
“Things?” You take a sip of the coffee, shrugging. “Good. Fine. Better than I was. Here’s a better topic: Tony wants me to pick a movie to watch tonight. Any ideas?”
“I… No, no. I don’t watch movies.”
“Okay, well,” you sigh. “I’ll ask Wanda.”
“Good idea,” Bucky nods. “Speaking of Tony, um… How is that?”
“Him being my dad?” You question, though you don’t need to. “It’s fine, I’m...really trying not to think about it too much.”
“You believe him?”
“Science doesn’t lie,” you say. “Not like my mom.”
You’re not sure what it is, but you feel...safe with Bucky. Like you can tell him anything, like nothing will make him think any less of you.
So, you continue. “My mom-- She didn’t-- She wasn’t around. She was always working, but I never knew what it was, so I just knew she wasn’t around, didn’t care, hated me, whatever.” You pause, shaking your head. “But...the one thing she did tell me, so much that my ears fuckin’ bled from it, was that Tony Stark is my dad.” You scoff. “Why does it even matter? All it meant was that instead of having just one parent who could care less about me, I had two.”
“Tony cares about you, though. He does.”
“I know that now,” you say. “I guess, I-- It’s weird to think about. Yeah, he’s technically my dad, but...I still barely know him. At least he’s giving me a place to stay. Dumpsters were getting uncomfortable,” you joke, but Bucky doesn’t really smile. “I’m fine,” you say.
“You shouldn’t have...been sleeping against dumpsters and--”
“It was either that, or...prison and I’m not-- I didn’t do what they think I did, I was just trying to--” You cut yourself off, sensing someone-- no, sensing Tony walking into the coffee shop. “What is Tony doing here?”
Tony, having heard you, freezes.
You turn around, finding exactly who you sensed. “I thought you had meetings all day?”
“And I thought I told you not to leave the Tower alone,” he quips, finishing his stride and sliding into the chair next to you.
“I’m not alone,” you reply, gesturing to Bucky who waves awkwardly, his smile tired.
“This,” Tony points at Bucky, “is a neon sign saying arrest me, so, before that happens, we’re going back to the Tower. Right now.” He stands, gesturing to you. “Come on, up.”
You roll your eyes. “In a minute.”
“No, I said now.”
“And I said in a minute,” you reply. “Can I at least finish my coffee?”
“You can finish it on the way.”
“Oh my God, relax.”
“I’m very relaxed--”
“No, you’re being a dick--”
“Watch the language.”
“I’m not a kid, Tony!”
“Oh really? You’re acting a lot like one right now--”
“Says you,” Bucky scoffs.
“This does not involve you,” Tony says sharply. “And you are coming with me. Get up.”
“No,” you laugh. “You don’t get to order me around like...like--”
“Like you’re my father!” You yell, standing from your seat, the table rocking in the process.
It's at this moment that you notice the many cellphones raised, cameras trained on the scene you’ve just unfolded, the anger you’ve let loose.
Tony stands before you, well aware of the cameras. “Let’s go,” he says quietly. “I’m not asking again.”
Half of you wants to disobey for the hell of it. You want to run out the emergency exit, shed these stupid clothes, go find Jade, and fuck off to wherever they want to go as long as it’s far from here.
But you don’t. You follow Tony out of the coffee shop, with Bucky close behind. Tony left his car idling on the curb and you get in the backseat, grumbling as you slam the door.
Bucky decides to walk. You don’t blame him.
Tony slides into the driver’s seat, clearly pissed off, and because he doesn’t know when to stop, he says, “You know, when I gave you a phone, the idea was that you’d keep it with you. You know, in case I needed to text you or call you if you disappear.”
“Stop talking,” you say through gritted teeth. “Just stop.”
“Why were you even out with him?” Tony continues, looking at you through the rearview mirror. “Is there something going on that I don’t know about?”
You close your eyes, ignoring him, refusing to answer and fuel his ego.
Tony barely sees you when he pulls into the garage back at the Tower. You’re out of the car and stomping off to the elevator before he even shuts the engine off.
He lets you go. He should really apologize, but right now isn’t the time.
Instead, he takes the stairs to a different elevator.
By the time Tony makes it to the conference room that he told Steve and Natasha to meet him in, Bucky is already there, too. Tony has no idea how, but Bucky is known for sneaking around. He was practically hardwired to do just that, which is why Tony doesn’t trust him.
That, and Bucky very obviously has feelings for you. Even if he doesn’t know it.
“Lay it on me,” Tony says, throwing his hands up. “Father of the Year award goes to me, of course. I’ll take a plaque, no need for a trophy, I don’t have the shelf space.”
Bucky rolls his eyes.
“I told her not to leave without me,” Tony says, as more of an explanation for Steve and Nat, but all it does is give Bucky a headache.
“You can’t expect her to stay in here all the time, she’s just a kid,” Steve argues. “You saw how that worked with Wanda.”
“I didn’t lock her in here, she has access to the entire Tower!” Tony yells. “I just specifically told her not to leave with you.” He points to Bucky. “What are you doing, taking her to coffee? Giving her your hat?”
“Letting her get fresh air?” Bucky counters. “Is that another random crime around here?”
“It is when she’s my daughter,” Tony says lowly. “Stay away from her. I mean it, Barnes.”
“Sure, yeah, got it.”
“Next subject,” Steve interrupts.
Natasha nods. “Y/N did good today. She’s definitely stronger than normal and I don’t think she realizes the full extent of what she can do.”
Tony nods, looking at Steve. “What do you think?”
“Good enough for me,” Tony says. “Nat, do the honors of training her, will you? Dr. Banner is getting in tomorrow and we’ll start looking at the data and try to figure out what’s…you know.”
“When are you gonna tell her?” Bucky speaks up. “About what she is?”
“Soon,” Tony says. “Eventually. When it’s right. And when I can think of how to say it.”
There is no right time. Everyone knows that. But Tony has convinced himself that there is, and that it’s not right now. Because he has no idea how he’s going to tell you.
Steve knew what was happening to him. He consented, he was ready. Bucky didn’t, but Bucky was brainwashed, rewired. You...Tony has no idea what this means for you. How did it happen in a way that left you with no memory of it? Surely you’d remember the pain, the changes, but you’re oblivious.
Tony leaves the meeting first, no doubt headed to the lab to blow off steam and blast music before Pepper intervenes and gets him to see the light. She’s sitting in the rest of his meetings since he decided to leave and find you.
Natasha knows the look that Steve is giving Bucky, so she leaves them alone to have their talk.
Steve wastes no time, getting straight to the point once Natasha is down the hall. “You gave her your hat.”
Bucky shrugs. “She asked for it.”
“And you just...let her have it.”
“She needed a small disguise,” Bucky says. “They’re still looking for her.”
“C’mon, Buck. You and I both know a hat does nothing for a disguise. Not on its own.”
“Yeah,” Bucky sighs. “I know.”
There’s something deeper there, something Bucky can’t explain, something he hasn’t felt since before the war.
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A Witch And Android | Mother Figure! Wanda x Reader, Dad Figure! Vision x Reader
(Angst with a hint of fluff) Reader has pyrokinesis. Reader is about 16/17.
This is loosely based off of something that happened in my DR.
Steve said it would take an hour at the most to clear out a hydra base. He sent in Bucky, Wanda, and you to clear out and grab intel. He, Natasha, and Vision were backup if needed. The mission was routine and supposed to go off without a hitch.
As the quinjet landed, the recon team got out. “Get into position and wait for my signal.” Steve said over the comms. Wanda grabbed your hand and rubbed the back of it. “Follow protocol and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” She kissed your forehead. “I know, Wan. I’ll be fine.” You rush over to your position.
“Wanda, there are two guys to the left of your position.” Bucky says. “On it.” Wanda uses her magic and takes the men out. “Let’s move out.” Bucky motions us to a metal door. Bucky opens the door and starts to clear the facility. You and Wanda follow closely behind.
“(Y/N), clear the room on the left, and I’ll get the one on the right. Wanda, stand guard in the main room.” You follow Bucky’s orders. The room has a desk with a computer and filing cabinets. “Steve, I have files and a computer. Maybe asbestos because this room is pretty dusty.”￼ Nat chuckles.
“Download the data and search the files.” You start to download the data. A loud bang is heard from the back of the facility. Alarms start ringing. “The files were a distraction. Get out of there!” Steve shouts.
The door to the room shuts and locks. “I’m stuck!” You say and grab the door. You try melting the metal, but it’s too thick. You start shouting for Wanda and Bucky. You can hear them trying to pry the door open. “Self-destruct in 1 minute.” A robotic voice says over the intercom. “You guys have to get out of here!” Wanda starts to sob. “I’m not leaving you. I can’t go without you!” You use all your force to melt the door. You faint from the amount of energy exerted.
You awake in a bed. You assume it’s the infirmary from the beeping noises. You hear Wanda’s voice, but you don’t have the energy to open your eyes. Her hand is clutching yours for dear life. “Please be okay. I can’t lose my fire. You’ve given me the chance to love and be loved unconditionally. You’ve given Viz and me the opportunity to be parents. You’ve completed our family in ways you don’t even know. We can’t go on without you”
You squeeze her hand. “I’m not going anywhere.” You rasp out as you open your eyes. You see a puffy eyed Wanda and very concerned Vision setting on the left side of the bed. Vision has one hand on her shoulder and another on the bed. You move your hand and pat the bed for Wanda and Vision to come sit next to you.
Wanda moves next to you, and Vision sits by your feet. “How am I alive?” You weakly say. “I ripped the door apart and pulled you out.” Vision puts his hand on your leg. “I couldn’t bear to think of a world without you.” You nod and lean into Wanda. “Thank you.” Vision shakes his head. “There is no need to thank me. You know I will always try my best to protect you and Wanda.” Wanda starts to play with your hair. “I think you made it easy for him. The door was almost melted when he got there.” You gave her a small laugh.
“Thank you, guys.” Vision sighs. “You don’t have to thank us.” You cut him off before he can start to ramble. “I’m not thanking you for this. However, saving my life is a big deal. I’m thanking you for taking me in and giving me a family.” You choke up a bit. “I’m thanking you two for being the best mom and dad anyone could ask for.” Vision and Wanda lean in to hug you. You start crying a bit, and Wanda wipes your tears with her thumb. “We’ll always try to be the best parents for our fire.”
Tony stands at the doorway. “You know kid, the best parents usually are a witch and android.” You roll your eyes at him but he’s right. The best parents for you are a witch and android.
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Shy (Wanda Maximoff x Stark!Fem!Reader)
May I request you writing a fic where Wanda Maximoff trains a new shy avenger who doesn’t laugh a lot and Wanda accidentally finds out that the reader is EXTREMELY ticklish and she thinks it’s very funny and she pins him/her down and tickles the reader to get him/her to laugh and open up to her?
This was so much fun to write!
Thanks to all of you guys who've recently sent in requests!
(Y/n) Stark had to be the shiest person any of the Avengers had ever met, and that hadn't changed when the young woman had joined the Avengers.
Now, the youngest Stark is nothing like her father. Where Tony was loud and obnoxious, (Y/n) is shy and not once had anyone, not even her mother, Pepper, nor her father had once heard (Y/n) laugh.
The young Avenger had only smiled in the presence of someone that wasn't her parents added up to a grand total of three times, and they had all been directed by her godmother Natasha. Once was because Natasha had gotten (Y/n) the exact gift she'd wanted without telling the former assassin. The second has been when (Y/n) was five and she'd left her favorite bear at her parent's house, and Natasha had taken (Y/n) to Build-A-Bear to make a new bear. The third had been the time when (Y/n) was sick - Tony and Pepper were at work like always - and Natasha is tasked with caring for the youngest Stark; Natasha had snuggled with her goddaughter, bring forth the third and last smile Natasha had seen from the girl, a grateful, loving smile that had Natasha cuddling (Y/n) closer.
Then Wanda Maximoff had entered the picture.
At first, (Y/n) had treated the newest Avenger with the same attitude as the other, but after a month or so, (Y/n) had warmed up to the witch.
The two young women are having their twice-a-week movie night when Wanda brushes (Y/n)'s side with a hand as she reaches for the bowl of popcorn.
"I'm sorry!" Wanda says hastily but smiles slightly when she catches (Y/n)'s lips quirks into the slightest smile and she hears the soft giggle escape them. "Oh, the quietest Avenger is ticklish?" Wanda teases, wiggling her fingers playfully.
"No, no I'm not," (Y/n) protests, her slight smile still betraying her.
Wanda grins, tackles (Y/n), and digs her fingers into (Y/n)'s ribs.
"W-wan-nda-a!" (Y/n) laughs, unable to stop herself. "S-st-to-op!" she exclaims, still laughs hysterically.
The door to (Y/n)'s room slams open and five Avengers and a mother are framed in the doorway, staring dumbfounded at the scene in front of them: Wanda straddling (Y/n)'s waist, fingers still dug into (Y/n)'s ribs, and, possibly the strangest part of the situation is the fact that (Y/n) is still laughing.
"I thought someone had died," Pepper says softly.
"This might be stranger though," Tony continues, just as soft as his wife, the six backing out of the room, silently closing the door behind them.
Wanda, still grinning, settles back down on the bed beside (Y/n), and (Y/n) sits up, her cheeks still red.
"Do I win a prize?" Wanda asks teasingly.
"What would you like?" (Y/n) asks, a soft smile creeping onto her face.
"Why do you never smile or laugh?" Wanda asks, turning to study (Y/n) closely.
(Y/n) silently considers the question, a thoughtful expression crossing her face. Then she speaks, "I guess it's because my parents were always at work when I was younger, and I was always left with Nat. Don't get me wrong, I love Natasha, but sometimes I just want to spend time with them. They were just always gone."
Wanda replies curiously, "Why didn't you just tell them?"
"I'm shy, I guess that played a part in it," (Y/n) pauses. "But I guess it's also the fact that I didn't want to disappoint them."
"(Y/n), you're not disappointing anyone, not now, not ever," Wanda says fiercely. "They want what's best for you - making sure you have everything you could ever want."
"Wanda, I-I," (Y/n) falters, notice the emotion behind the witch's words. "Thank you," (Y/n) finally settles with, turning back towards the TV.
(Y/n) leans against Wanda slightly, the popcorn bowl resting in (Y/n)'s lap. The youngest Stark is feeling a lot better with all that she'd told Wanda off her chest.
The next morning, (Y/n) wakes up, determined to make today a good day.
(Y/n) is the first one downstairs, and she's the one who makes breakfast - waffles, pancakes, sausage, bacon, and sliced fruit.
(Y/n) greets Natasha with a warm hug and a stack of waffles with sliced strawberries on top, and the former assassin smiles, (Y/n) returns the smile shyly.
(Y/n) greets the remainder of the Avengers with shy, nervous smiles, and their choice of breakfast.
The atmosphere is a lot more relaxed this morning, (Y/n) thinks as she sits down beside Wanda, and when the witch smiles warmly, (Y/n) returns it.
Wanda is helping (Y/n) clean up the breakfast dishes, the other Avengers having moved into the training room when Wanda turns to ask (Y/n) a question. "(Y/n)?" (Y/n) turns to meet Wanda's gaze. "Would you want to, maybe, only if you want to," Wanda falters as if she's nervous, and (Y/n) smiles reassuringly at the witch. "Would you like to go out with me? It's okay if you don't want to," Wanda asks hastily. "It's up -"
"Wanda!" (Y/n) interupts. "Wanda, I'd love to go out with you."
"Wait, really?" Wanda asks, her eyes wide with disbelief.
"Wanda, you helped bring out a side of myself that even I've never seen before, that was all you," (Y/n) says. "Talking about the thing we talked out yesterday, or," (Y/n) cracks the slightest smiles, "what you forced out of me yesterday, made me realize that, despite what I thought, my parents to want me around."
"I'll pick you up in the lobby at 5'o'clock?" Wanda asks and (Y/n) nods.
"See you soon," (Y/n) says, placing a soft kiss on Wanda's cheek.
At 5'o'clock, (Y/n) and Wanda meet in the lobby of the Compound.
"You look really nice," Wanda tells (Y/n), and the young Stark flushes. (Y/n) is wearing a pair of dark jeans, a mint green t-shirt, a dark green leather jacket that must've belonged to Natasha, and a pair of black tennis shoes.
"I-I, wow," is (Y/n)'s response as she gazes at Wanda. The witch is wearing a black dress with a red leather jacket, and a pair of black, knee-high leather boots.
Wanda chuckles taking (Y/n)'s hand gently in her own before she leads the Stark out to a waiting car - a familiar black Corvette Stingray.
Wanda opens one of the back doors and (Y/n) slides into the car.
"Hello, Miss Stark, Miss Maximoff," says Natasha Romanoff, who Wanda had recruited - not that it took a lot of convincing - to be their shofar for the night.
"Oh, hi Nattie," (Y/n) greets her godmother.
Natasha smiles at the girl before she starts the car, driving to their destination.
"This is beautiful," (Y/n murmurs, gazing at all the light strung through the gazebo. "And how'd you figure out all my favorite foods - paprikash, roasted potatoes; beef stroganoff," albeit an interesting assortment of food. "Nattie used to make me a ton of eastern European and Russian dishes when I was younger. You use your powers?"
"I like to ask permission when I use them. I took a guess, and well, Nat helped me a little," Wanda admits. "I also went with a few of my own favorites."
(Y/n)'s phone dings partway through the dinner, and (Y/n) glances apologetically at Wanda before she glances down at the phone beside her plate at the table.
"It's Nattie," (Y/n) says.
Nattie: How's it going
Me: Haha ❤️
You've been in on this all day and you haven't told me 🥺
(Y/n) glances over to the car and smiles at her godmother, who smiles lovingly in return.
A sleepy (Y/n) rests against Wanda on the quiet ride back to the Compound; Wanda smiles, her green eyes sparkling.
Wanda sends Natasha a grateful smile and walks (Y/n) up to her room.
"I had a really nice time," (Y/n) says with a sleepy smile. "Can we do something tomorrow? Maybe see a movie?"
"I'd love to," Wanda beams.
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Father of the Year (Part 5)
Tony Stark x child!reader
Quentin Beck x Stark!reader (platonic)
Peter Parker x Stark!reader (platonic)
warnings: death, blood mention
a/n: im running out of timeline lmao. again and again, dont come at me for this bc its just an alternate take on dad!tony
part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4
You obviously skipped out on Tony’s funeral. If your absolute contempt for his existence didn’t stop you, the Avengers would. “You caused him too much heartache,” they’d probably say. “Pepper is scared for her safety and the safety of her child,” they’d probably say.
You just wanted him to be there for you. To be your dad. The fact that he had actually been a dad to your stranger of a sister didn’t sit right with you, but you tried not to dwell on it.
Only, you did. Tony Stark was a lot of things, but you’d never consider him to be a good father. He never showed up for anything. No graduations, no doctor’s appointments, no parties, nothing. It was like you didn’t even exist to him. So what changed? He went through trauma when you were both alive and well, but it never changed his perspective. You might have even thought for a moment—just a lingering moment—that he’d tell someone, maybe Pepper, “I miss y/n, I should have been a better dad while I still had the chance. Maybe I could have prevented this.”
The reason why you doubted it was because the moment Pepper got the chance, she filed for a restraining order. Good luck serving you, though. You were a ghost once again, just you and the team.
“Y/N…y/n…” Quentin snapped his fingers in front of your face, leaning down beside you. “Still taking everything in?”
“Just thinking.” You sighed and chuckled, rubbing your eye with your palm as if your eyes were just watery from an itch.
“You know, you can still be upset that he’s gone. Whether it be because you didn’t get revenge or closure.” He assured you with a light hand on your shoulder before he took a seat beside you and stared at your favorite wall. “I know that I hated the guy with every fiber of my being…and you’re just about the same way, but grief is a weird thing, y/n. Don’t bottle it up because your ashamed of it.” He paused for a long moment, no longer distracting you or himself from your loud sniffles. “When you dusted, we used our grief to work even harder. God, you should have seen us the day Tony came back from space three goddamned weeks later. We couldn’t keep it together, and the rage and sorrow just…took over us.”
“And now he’ll forever be known as a martyr. The man who gave his life for the lost half of humanity…how selfless.” You winced at the facts that would live in the history books for years to come.
“…I’ve been waiting for the right time to tell you this, but I might as well get it over with.” Quentin and you each turned your heads to face each other as you cocked an eyebrow. “Do you remember your combat drones? The ones used originally for your ‘PSA?’” He asked you with a mischievous grin.
“I do, yes.” You squinted at him through your still-blurry eyes.
“Well, I have a similar model that I’d really like to replicate, and you’re just the person to do it.”
“He’s giving your tech to who?!” You were already hot in the face again, Quentin was nearly about to make you take five.
“You heard me, y/n.” He placed his hands on each of your shoulders. “But this is where the plan comes in. We have your brain, we have the drones, we have a story, we can pull this off.”
“Just how stupid do you think Nick Fury is? That man can smell a lie from a hundred miles away.” You’re eyes were stuck wide open and your faith in the plan had already left your heart and mind.
“It’s an airtight plan, y/n. Obviously, you’ll need to keep some distance, right? But I’ll no doubt let you in on the action. I know you have problems with this ‘Parker’ kid.” Your eye roll didn’t bode well with his claim.
“That’s an understatement.” You huffed. “To this day, I don’t know what was so great about him. We’re practically the same person, yet my father decided he was good enough for all that attention and all the affection that I never got.”
“And that wasn’t fair at all. Tony never deserved you, y/n.” You stood there silently contemplating his plan, and he was right. You guys needed to do something about this. “This is our chance, the chance to get back at your shitty father postmortem. He left his legacy to a stranger, I can’t—I won’t let him get away with that. It’s not fair to you.”
“I’m in, Beck. Behind the scenes.” You watched his eyes widen and a smile begin to grow on his face. “But we have to be super careful about all of this. I never hung around with the Avengers, but I know all about Fury. He was the director of SHIELD for a reason.”
“Tell me everything. If I’m gonna have to get close to him, I’ll need all the intel I can get.”
Although you were on edge about his plan, it went off without a hitch. It wasn’t long before Peter wanted the pressure off of himself and when it was, Quentin was right there, ready for the taking.
When Quentin returned to base with his prize and former tech, you celebrated as if you were your father in the 90s. It wasn’t every day that you got a real win, especially against someone that you could consider your arch-nemesis.
“There were so many times I wanted to punch that kid for you. He’d bring Stark up and say all the wrong things, it drove me nuts.” He clenched his fists in the air with a solid laugh to accompany and you shook your head and laughed with him.
“Maybe someday.” You replied while resting your head on his shoulder. “I didn’t even think we’d get this far.” Quentin sort of got silent, stiffening his body some. “What? I didn’t mean it like that, Beck. I still believed in you.” You tried to defend yourself.
“No, no, it’s not that.” He assured you. “No, I just…I may have left apart of the plan out.”
“Oh, god. What is it?” You buried you face in your hands and awaited an explanation.
“Well, okay. So, when you were gone, we went through some of your files—I’m sorry, I’m sorry, we didn’t think you’d be back. But we found out that you were working on your own suit! It was good stuff, I have to admit.” He sounded super excited telling you this, and you knew exactly where he was headed. “I know you, y/n. You could create this suit in a couple hours, and I know you want to make a statement. Show the world that y/n Stark is still alive and well. Maybe even try to stop the Elementals with one ‘Mysterio?’”
“You want me to be a hero?” You asked him with a dry chuckle. “The world isn’t gonna buy that, Beck. Tony dug himself out of his self-righteous hole and buried me in it instead. To the people, I’m a spoiled brat and a menace to society. One day I just snapped and my ‘dear old dad’ had to go on without me.” He picked up anger in your voice, but he knew that what you were saying wasn’t entirely true.
“There are still people on your side, y/n. Not just us but normal, everyday people. They’ve knew what Tony was capable of, he was heartless. Sure, maybe he did a few good deeds, but he’s responsible for more destruction than good.” Quentin was good, you’ll give him that. He knew how to talk you into anything, but you already knew you wanted to do this. “You were a product of that destruction if you think about it. Neglect and distain, all for nothing. The greatest destruction one can inflict, especially on a child. “Don’t let him be remembered as a martyr. It’s your turn to take the spotlight away from him, show the world that you can be better.”
“You are impossible, you know that?” You glared at him with a stifled smile and finally broke into laughter.
“But you’re buying into it.” He nudged you with his elbow and you stood up from your seat.
“Yeah, yeah, you win. Go ahead with the plan, I suppose I’ll start on that suit.” Your words excited Quentin enough for him to jump up and bring you in for a hug, then a little celebratory fist pump.
“Let me go tell the team the good news! Call me if you need anything—you need food? Or water, maybe? Just let me know. See ya!” He sprinted from the room and you heard the boom of his voice not even five seconds later. “Y/N’s in!” Cheers from the team brought tears to your eyes, it just felt so good to be wanted. So you cleared your workstation and pulled up the old plans, ready to rework them just a bit and get right to it.
Now, it wasn’t an Iron Man suit, but it shared some similarities. You weren’t interested in carrying on his legacy, you were here to make one for yourself. This suit was not as clunky as his others, it barely even looked alike. The power source was still stored on the chest, an important feature that just works. You employed a bit of nanotech for weaponry, but you decided against a full suit of it. Personal preference for the moment. It wasn’t going to be perfect, this was like a trial run, but it would work because you were the one that built it. And the moment you were done, you were ready to put it on display for the world.
“Are you ready, Beck?” You called to him from another room as he suited up in preparation for the London demonstration.
“Am I ready? I should be asking you that.” He remarked with a smile just before you stepped in the room in your newest creation. “Wow, it looks perfect. Please…tell me everything about it.”
“Well, encased on the shoulder blades are a whole lot of nanobots capable of whatever I want, so long as I program them for it. They’re currently extra armor and weaponry that will evacuate from the chamber and cover me in any position. Also they can be tentacles, how cool is that?!” You ranted along to him, eyes glistening with hope and a mouth that beamed with pride. Quentin hadn’t seen you with this expression in many, many years. “And then I have these hologram projectors on my shoulders, they’re somewhat like the drone ones, but mine are going to be used to project messages, scan objects with lasers and project, or throw enemies off. The possibilities are endless!”
“Y/N, the suit—it’s, it’s better than I could have ever imagined! The people that you’re going to show up today, or inspire, they won’t know what’s coming. I just—god, I am so proud of you.” Quentin, your mentor, was biting his lip as if he were trying to stop himself from showing stronger emotions, but you were too caught up in the euphoria of this masterpiece to even notice.
“Right, and like, I didn’t have time to program myself a personal assistant, but I do have basic voice commands slash controls that are ready to go. And the suit will fly, that’s a given. Boosters on the feet and hands, plus backup thrusters all around the place so I have full control of my movement. Plus I have weaponry for days! My repurposed repulsors, a couple of nice little rockets, real functioning lasers and calibration lasers, a fully functioning targeting system, and I’ve barely scratched the surface!” You were rambling on and on and Quentin could not get enough of it. “So yes, I’m ready when you are.” Quentin did a quick walk around to check your suit from all angles.
“I’m very interested in your choice of green chrome, y/n.” He poked fun at you, but in a way that you knew he wasn’t judging. Just curious is all.
“Oh, yes! Okay, so the green is like a base color for the suit right now because my hologram tech will set the suit apart from the environment and cloak me so that I’m nearly invisible to the naked eye. Sounds cool, huh?” You explained it while starting the program up. “MC, engage camo mode.” You commanded and suddenly disappeared from the room whilst standing right in front of Quentin.
“Remarkable…” He muttered when he reached out and touched your armor. “‘MC?’ Did you name your suit the Master of Ceremonies?” He raised his eyebrows and hoped you were facing his direction to see.
“MC, disengage camo mode and helmet.” You were, in fact, facing him with your face open for him to see the unenthused and slightly embarrassed expression on your face. “It stands for ‘metal clad.’ I didn’t have enough time to figure out a decent name, okay?”
“It’s not the worst name I’ve heard,” he patted your shoulder and led you to the team, “have you guys seen what y/n’s working with here?! I think they deserve a round of applause!” Quentin and the team began to clap in unison until you quickly shut it down.
“Alright, you guys! Thank you, thank you, but we have a mission, don’t we? Let’s hop to it!”
It was a sight to behold, you in the sky next to the world’s newest superhero. The publicity was immediately fantastic and extremely welcoming to you. I will say, you had some problems with the plan, problems that were never officially disclosed to you. Like a calculation of casualties. You deployed shields immediately to save the people, it wasn’t their battle to fight.
“Everyone evacuate the area, now!” You shouted with a speaker system built into your suit. When you flipped up the mask of your helmet, it became apparent exactly who you were, and all eyes were on you.
“I knew it was y/n Stark! I knew it!” One person shouted with their camera in your face.
“Yes, that’s me, now get your ass away from the blast zone. Trust me.” You instructed them and used your shields to herd the crowd away. It wasn’t long before you got a distress beacon from Quentin and took to the sky, though. Who knows what kind of danger he may be in if he was brave enough to ask for backup? As you landed on the bridge, you were greeted by a familiar face, one that you were surprised to see. Quentin said he took care of him, but by the looks of it, that wasn’t exactly true.
“Y/N?” Peter’s guard was still up due to Quentin’s schemes, but he was still shocked to see you. “What are you doing here? Are you with him?”
“He’s the only person who’s been there for me, Parker. He’s done more for me that Tony ever did.” You clenched your jaw and took one step closer, but noticed something was off. There was a hologram in progress behind Peter. Quentin wasn’t so much down as he was cornered. He needed a distraction.
“I just don’t get it, how could you work with someone like this? He’s hurting people. Was that your idea?” Peter accused you of something the immediate turned your blood to a boil.
“No!” You shouted, beginning to tear up as old memories surfaced. You didn’t think seeing Peter in the flesh would dig this deep. “I didn’t want anyone to get hurt. Why do you think I was on the ground doing crowd control? I couldn’t live with myself if I purposely hurt the innocent—it’s what set me apart from Tony.”
“Tony was a good man, y/n! I don’t know how you could have ever hated him, attacked him, or disgraced him. What did he ever do to you?!” Peter had begun to cry and you weren’t far behind.
“Peter, please don’t do this to me! And don’t lie to yourself, either. I know that Tony wasn’t all that great to you, even if you can’t see it.” You knew that Tony was his idol, but a man like that should not be idolized. Peter looked angry, but he also looked exhausted. He was beaten, bloody, and bruised, and now he was letting you get the final words in. “He dragged you into his petty battles then left you high and dry for months, then held all sorts of threats over your head to keep you in line and tried to take away his gifts to you. And on top of all of that, you were a kid. You still are! And I was a kid, too! Neither of us deserved what we got, but you—you…somehow you struck a chord with him, got an in. You were lucky, but look where that got you.”
“Well, you’re here, too.” Peter gulped and lowered his head for a moment. “So I wouldn’t get too high and mighty.”
“But I’m still standing—” There was a quick bang and you flinched a moment too long. By the time you could focus on what had just happened, Quentin was down and you had rushed to his side as Peter stood over his body. “Beck, hey, stay with me, Beck.” You kneeled down before him and grabbed onto his hand while the other reached for your shoulder.
“It’s too late for me, y/n, but it’s not too late for you.” He told you, accepting his defeat right there.
“No, no, don’t say that. I can still get you help. Please, stay awake.” You begged of him while Peter watched with pity in his eyes.
“I knew that we wouldn’t always see eye to eye on all our operations, but I always knew that you’d do better than me. Don’t become like me, y/n. Promise me that.” He squeezed your hand one last time.
“I, I—Quentin…” You stammered and you pulled you just a little closer.
“Y/N.” Quentin leaned his forehead against yours with tears in his eyes, but yours were already flowing fearlessly.
“I promise.” You whispered to him and held him close until he passed on. Once he went limp, you moved to his side and fell back against the wall, still grasping onto his hand. “He’s gone. It’s over, Peter.”
“EDITH?” Peter put on the glasses to confirm. They did. “I’m sorry, y/n.”
“Me, too.” You sniffled, cooling down a bit from you cries.
“You know, I think you made a good impression on the people today.” He sat down with you and tried to make this bitter moment just a little sweeter. “And you don’t have to go through this alone. Come with me?” Peter proposed and you glared at him before bursting into tears once more and leaning your head against the wall. “I’m sorry, y/n. I really am.”
“Just shut up.” You commanded him while you tried to regain your composure. Once you were given a moment to think, to clear your head, you got up and walked to the damage of the bridge that had become a new exit.
“Y/N? Where are you going?” Peter got up and followed. “I really think you should come with me. It’s the least I can do.” You reached the exit and took one look back at Peter and Quentin, whose body you’d need to leave behind.
“Don’t follow me, Peter. There will be consequences.” You threatened him. “But call me if you need me. Hero business only.” You began your flight out of the crime scene and left Peter in the dust. Moments later, EDITH received a message, your cryptic contact. Peter chuckled a bit, grabbing his ribs in pain, and looked back at the body that you were crying over just moments before. He felt guilty, but it was either him or Quentin, and it was obvious that you understood that…specifically because you didn’t yell at him.
After your sighting in London, news outlets flooded with tales of your heroics, almost like your redemption. Every single one of them wanted an interview with you, even a simple quote, but you were off the radar once again.
Days went by with nothing new or out of the ordinary. Spider-Man returned to New York, everyone was safe and sound, and the world knew peace once again—until a particular news story broke out. Quentin’s Revenge: told by J. Jonah Jameson of the Daily Bugle. In the clip shown by the news, things were taken way out of context. Peter was shown using the drones, commanding them to “execute them all,” then your voice could be heard in the background shouting, “no! Please don’t do this!”
So in the end, Quentin and the team truly helped you reach the hero status, pulling Peter down in the process. And if that wasn’t enough, they added insult to injury by exposing Peter’s secret identity, shocking him to his very core.
“What are you going to do?! Peter?!” MJ frantically asked him as the people of New York began to close in.
“I have to make a call…y/n will know what to do.”
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Looking Too Closely (Bucky x Fem!Stark!Reader) -- part five
Not me updating over a month later. Anywho. I’ve got a BUSY day/weekend ahead of me, so I wanted to post this now even tho it’s midnight for me rn (I’m EST)
Summary: Welcome Sam! Some good ol’ SamBucky friendship bickering. Sparring with Nat! Steve being weird.
Warnings: None that I can think of! (Lmk if there are any)
You’ve never killed anyone, but Sam Wilson might make you change that.
First, he woke you up at five a.m. Yes, five in the goddamn morning, after you only slept for three hours. And when you told him this, he said, and you quote, that it “sounds like a personal problem.”
“Who the hell even are you?” You deadpan.
“What?” He replies, sounding genuinely offended. “I’m the Falcon, man!”
You raise an eyebrow. “Okay and?”
Bucky hears the commotion the second he gets off the elevator, snickering under his breath. Sam can be a nuisance most days, but Bucky thinks Sam might’ve met his match when it comes to you.
“Sam Wilson! You’ve never heard of me?”
“Dude, why would I have heard of any of you?” You pause, catching a glimpse of Bucky down the hall. You point at him tiredly. “I didn’t even know he existed until he scared the shit outta me when I was trying to get breakfast.”
“You were standing on the counter and you nearly ate shit,” Bucky replies. “You’re lucky I was standing by.”
“Fuck off,” you roll your eyes. “It’s too early for this shit. Goodnight.”
“Uh-uh,” Sam shakes his head. “It’s time to run.”
“Absolutely not,” you hiss, already closing the door. “Goodnight.”
When you shut the door, you flick the lock, and tell FRIDAY to put Do Not Disturb on. You swore you did that before you fell asleep last night, but evidently, you must’ve forgotten.
By the time you wake up again, it’s your own doing, so you’re much less grumpy. But when you walk into the kitchen area and Sam opens his mouth, you’re back to being grumpy.
“I’m going back to bed. I can’t do this today.”
“No, come on,” Sam groans. “I’ll quit. Promise.” He pats the open seat next to him.
You stay, but you don’t sit next to him. Instead, you sit on the counter across from Bucky who currently stands at the stove, cooking.
“I didn’t know you could cook,” you observe, raising your eyebrows.
“Because I don’t,” Bucky replies.
“But he needs to learn!” Sam adds. “You can’t expect someone to always cook for you, man.”
“I thought that was the whole point of fast food,” Bucky grumbles.
“Exactly,” you nod. “My mom never taught me how to cook.”
Bucky glances over his shoulder at you. “So you don’t know how either?”
“I know basic stuff,” you shrug. “But canned food is where my limit is.”
“That’s ridiculous,” Sam interjects. “The two of you are having cooking lessons from yours truly starting ASAP— right now, actually, Bucky, turn the flame down, man, what are you trying to do? Set the eggs on fire?”
Bucky flips Sam off with his vibranium arm before turning down the heat.
“Hey, none of that,” Tony rounds the corner at the perfect time.
Bucky flips him off in response.
You hold back a snicker, causing Tony to roll his eyes at you tiredly.
“I see you’ve met Birdbrain here,” Tony says, gesturing to Sam while looking at you.
“Yeah, at five in the fucking morning,” you mutter. “What are you doing today?”
The question shocks Tony as much as it shocks you that you even asked him. Still, he answers. “A lot of meetings. Unfortunately, I’m important.”
You make a noise that’s half between a scoff and a laugh.
“I can move them around, if you want to do something,” Tony offers.
You shake your head. “It’s okay, I was just curious.”
You’re not sure what made you ask him that, anyway. It’s been a few days since finding out he’s actually your dad and your mom wasn’t lying about that — at least that’s one thing she told the truth about.
“We’ll keep her entertained today,” Sam jokes, but Bucky glares at him for it.
“Sure,” Tony says, giving you a look that makes you grin. “We should...have a movie night or something. Think about what you want to watch and what you want to eat — we’ll need to place the order for that soon.”
“But—” Before you can protest or question anything, Tony is sauntering off, phone pressed to his ear.
You sigh. Looks like there’s a movie night tonight and you’re in charge of it.
Bucky puts the cooked eggs on two plates instead of one, and you aren’t sure why until he slides one in front of you with a fork.
“I cracked too many,” he says as an excuse, albeit a lousy one. He leans back against the counter next to the stove to eat his portion.
“Thanks,” you murmur, picking up the fork. You didn’t know you were that hungry until the plate was in front of you, but now you can feel the hunger gnawing at your stomach.
Sam makes his way to the fridge and grabs the orange juice, twisting the cap before lifting it to his lips.
“What are you doing?” Bucky nearly shrieks.
“Use a glass, God, what were you raised in, a barn? Here.” Bucky hands him a glass with a disgruntled face.
Meanwhile, Sam is grinning. He totally did that on purpose.
After breakfast with Bucky and Sam, you head back to your room to...do something. Maybe change? You’ve never had this issue before because normally your days consisted of wandering around in the same clothes all the time.
Now, you don’t know what else to do when you have the freedom to walk around and do things on your own.
Still, you go back to your room to change, and that’s when you run into Wanda.
“Hey!” Wanda smiles. “Nat and I are gonna go workout, wanna come with?”
You almost decline, but you stop yourself. “Sure,” you say. “Wanna help me find something to wear?”
You don’t really need Wanda’s help because you only got a few sets of workout clothes, but still you want her company while you choose.
Once you settle on an outfit, you and Wanda head down to the gym floor to meet Nat.
Natasha is busy sparring with Steve when the two of you walk in, and you stand back with Wanda in awe. Part of you thought Steve would have the upper hand, being a Supersoldier and all, but Natasha is kicking his ass right now, and it doesn’t look to you like he’s holding back at all.
A particularly hard kick to Steve’s chest sends him stumbling backward, and then Nat knocks him down.
Barely out of breath, Nat turns around to grin at you and Wanda. “Hey guys.”
“Holy shit,” you exhale. “That was badass.”
“Language,” she teases.
“Shut up, Romanoff,” Steve says from the floor.
She rolls her eyes when he groans. “He’s being dramatic. What do you guys want to do?”
Steve is hauling himself up from the floor while Wanda asks if she can practice with her powers today.
“I don’t see why not,” Steve answers, dusting off his hands. “Let me grab my shield.”
“I got it,” Wanda says, and before Steve or Nat can protest, she’s using her powers to lift Steve’s shield from where it’s propped against the wall. Carefully, she floats the shield over to Steve, her lips spreading into a smile when she places the shield in Steve’s hands.
“You’ve gotten better,” Steve observes, nodding in approval. “Good job.”
“Thank you,” Wanda says, rocking on her heels. “I’ve been practicing in my room.”
“That’s the spirit,” Nat says, nudging Wanda’s shoulder. “Good work, kiddo.” Then, turning to you, Nat asks, “Wanna go up against me?”
You shrug. “Sure, why not. I’m not any good.”
Natasha walks away a little and you follow, giving Wanda some space to work with Steve. You hear Steve instructing Wanda of what to do next.
“How do you know that?” Nat ask once the two of you are in your own area on the mats. “You ever tried?”
“Yep,” you chuckle dryly. “Got stabbed.”
“Oh,” she pauses, laughing with you. “Well, let’s...let’s make sure that doesn’t happen again. Arms up.”
“Here we go,” you mutter, raising your fists up so they’re level with your face.
“Ready when you are,” Nat replies, her hands raised as well.
Reluctantly, you step forward, throwing the first punch that Nat (of course) dodges. You try to remember what you’ve done in the past so you can be sure that you won’t do it this time.
Nat throws a few punches in quick succession, and you have no clue how you manage to dodge them all, but you do.
She goes low, but you remember Steve’s demise, so you hop in place, as if her leg is the jump rope. Natasha rises, a surprised look in her eyes, and that’s when the fun really begins.
The adrenaline hits your veins and you start dodging faster than before, moving in other directions besides backwards. Natasha uses her legs a lot more than you know how to, but that knowledge alone helps you avoid hitting the floor.
Because you know she uses her legs, that’s where you try to hit, but it doesn’t go well. She grabs onto your shoulders and pushes, sending you to the floor while she flips over you.
“What is this, Leapfrog?” You ask, spinning around to find Nat staring at you weirdly. “What?”
“Nothing,” she says. “Stop holding back.”
“I’m not,” you reply. “You’re almost kicking my ass!”
“I’m actually not, you’re kicking mine,” she says. “Come on, give me more. Push yourself. You can do more.”
You don’t know what she’s not getting, but you keep going. You do as she said and try to push yourself.
Trying something new, you somersault on the floor to avoid one of her kicks. She does backflips to avoid yours, and seeing her do one has you wondering if you’re able to.
“You want your opponent on the ground,” Nat shouts. “You’re not pushing yourself.”
“I am!” You yell back, kicking with your full energy. When your foot connects with her hands, her attempt to block you, you shove hard, flipping yourself around and over yourself, sending Natasha down to the floor.
When your feet connect with the mat again, Steve and Wanda are looking over at you. Steve, his eyes narrow, Wanda, hers wide.
“Nat…” You breathe, rushing over to where she is on the floor.
When you get to her, you see she’s grinning. “That’s what I was waiting for.”
“Oh,” you mutter, “my God.” You reach your hand out to help her up, and she takes it.
“Don’t worry,” she says. “I’ve taken harder hits than that, but…” She claps your shoulder. “That was good. Really good.”
“Thanks,” you chuckle, looking over toward Wanda. She’s smiling, but Steve...isn’t.
“Nice form,” he finally says, but his face doesn’t confirm it.
“Thanks,” you say anyway. “That was fun, but I’m...tired. I think I’m good for today.”
“No problem,” Nat nods, and you catch her giving Steve a look. “You did good. Anytime you want to do some more, you know where to find me.”
“Yeah,” you murmur. “Thanks.”
Wanda stays back, wanting to work some more since apparently — and you didn’t even notice this — barely a minute into sparring with Natasha, Steve started watching you closely.
Even the way he looked at the end has you...confused? Irritated? He looked a mixture of both of those and you have no clue why. It’s not like you randomly started shooting fire or lasers or something out of your eyes. All you did was miserably fumble around Nat’s punches and kicks, and accidentally do a backflip at the end.
You still can’t believe you did that. Last time you tried, you nearly broke your nose. But you also weren’t in a fight last time. You were just bored and in the front yard at your mom’s house.
Your mom. Is it wrong to say you don’t really miss her? What is there to miss, really? She was never home, anyway, and when she was, she never came out of her office. You fend for yourself almost all the time, so that was one thing that didn’t change when she died.
Whatever. It’s not something you care to think about.
When you step off the elevator back on the main floor, you nearly run right into Bucky — literally.
“Sorry,” he says sheepishly. “Are you done in the gym already?”
“Yeah,” you reply, not sure if you want to tell him about any of it. You’re sure Steve will tell him, or Nat. Someone will. “Is that where you’re going?”
“No,” he almost laughs. “I’m taking a walk around the block and might get...a coffee or something— Do you want to come with me? You haven’t left since you’ve been here, have you?”
“No, yeah I’ve been in here, I didn’t even realize um…. Sure. Uh, let me change clothes first.”
“Yeah, no rush,” Bucky says. “Take your time, I’ll just be…” He gestures over at the couch.
“Okay, cool,” you smile. “Be right back.”
While you’re changing, Bucky sends Steve a text, though he’s sure Steve won’t read it right now anyway. Taking the kid out for a walk. Just letting you know so you don’t freak out.
Weirdly enough, Steve replies almost instantly. OK. When you get back, we need to talk.
Bucky’s eyebrows furrow. About what?
Again, Steve replies within seconds. About her.
Great, Bucky thinks. Just what he needs on his mind when he’s about to be alone with you. He’s too neurotic for this.
His phone buzzes with another text from Steve. Did you let Stark know you’re taking her out?
Bucky rolls his eyes. No. Does she need permission from his royal jackass?
The typing bubbles appear, disappear, then reappear. Stark doesn’t want her going out alone.
Bucky scoffs. She’s not alone if she’s with me. He can get over it. He’s in meetings anyway. We’ll be back in an hour, tops.
Steve types for a long time, but his reply only says, OK.
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«𝙳𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚆𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝙸𝚝»
𝗔𝗰𝘁 1, 𝗦𝗰𝗲𝗻𝗲 4
𝖲𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗌: 𝖬𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝖥𝗈𝗋 𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗒 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖯𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗈𝗆𝗌
𝖰𝗎𝗈𝗍𝖾𝗌: "𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖧𝗎𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋. 𝖨𝗍𝗌 𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍."
𝖳𝖶: 𝖣𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁, 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗈𝖽?
𝖣𝗎𝗌𝗄 𝖳𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖣𝖺𝗐𝗇 𝖬𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍
𝑃𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠 ◁ II ▷ 𝑁𝑒𝑥𝑡
"If this is going to be our workstation, we want it well-lit. I want these up." Tony ordered the men, who captured him and his daughter, where to place the materials. He instructed what and where the items should go so that he and Blue could use them for their worktable and create the weapons that they were ordered to create.
Blue was still not happy with the idea, but her dad convinced her to do it so here she was, creating a missile for the bad guys, in a cave, something she never wanted to do in a million years. Maybe create weapons to cause good in the world (if that was even possible). But she did not want to do anything like this.
"We need welding gear. I don't care if it's acetylene or propane. We need a soldering station. We need helmets. We're gonna need goggles. I would like a smelting cup." He continued ordering the men around and telling them what he and Blue needed for this creation. Blue stood near the side of the room as she pointed where things should go. It also wasn't just Tony talking, everyone in that cave was talking over one another as they prepared themselves for this project ahead of them.
"I need two sets of precision tools."
Tony stood at the head of the missile, twisting the top off with an Allen Key whilst Blue measured and cut materials at the bottom of the worktable.
"How many languages do you speak?" Asked Tony to the man with the glasses.
"A lot. But apparently not enough for this place."
"Blue can speak some languages as well. Can't you sweetheart?" Even though Tony was in a conversation his focus never left the missile.
"Yep, but I'm not fluent in anything yet." Blue responded but she too didn't take her focus of her job.
"They speak Arabic, Urdu, Dari, Pashto, Mongolian, Farsi, Russian." The taller man listed.
"Who are those people?" Tony asked as he carefully took a long trail of electronics that makes the missile go off.
"They are your loyal customers, Sir."
"Some loyalty," Blue mumbled sarcastically, "they kidnap us and hold us against our wills to build a missile...yeah this is great loyalty. I hope everybody treats me like this in the future."
"They call themselves the Ten Rings."
"Lame." Blue mumbled to herself again.
The man knelt next to Tony as he drilled into the missile whilst Blue went over to the fire and heated some metal up. "You know, we might be more productive if you include me in the planning process."
"Uh huh." Tony quickly responded back without no care in the world. He didn't need this person who was following him around distract him. He just wanted to get this over with.
"Okay, we don't need this." Tony said as he chucked the strange cylindrical component with lots of spokes away.
"What is that?" The man asked quietly as he gestured towards the tiny strip Tony was holding.
"Palladium." Blue responded on the other side of Tony as she too watched what Tony did.
"You remembered me talking about it?" Tony asked proudly.
"Nope." His smile faltered. "I heard Hunter and you mention it once, I looked at it, remembered what it looks like, and then ignored everything else you two said about it."
"There's only 0.15 grammes here. We need at least 1.6, so why don't you go break down the other 11?"
Palladium is a metal used in catalytic converters and various electronics. It is used at high temperatures such as jet engines and missile parts.
"Careful, careful, we only got one shot at this." Fretted Tony as the man in the suit carried the palladium mould across the room. Blue was doing it, but her hands got tired.
"Relax. I have steady hands. Why do you think you're still alive?"
"He's got a point dad; without his steady hands you be vamoosed." Blue teased.
When the man got to the table, Tony placed the box that was keeping him alive down and watched the man pour the liquid into the other mould.
"What do we call you?" Blue asked as she watched the liquid.
"My name is Yinsen." Answered the man in the glasses.
"Yinsen. Nice to meet you." Tony said.
"Nice to meet you Yinsen, I'm Blue."
"I know you know but it's the only polite thing to say considering we never asked earlier."
"Well, nice to meet you too, Blue."
"You mentioned a Hunter...is he a friend?"
"A friend?" Laughed Tony. "Those two are best friends. Never away from each-" he cut himself short as he just realised that Blue couldn't and may never see Hunter again.
"Do you have other friends?" Yinsen asked he saw Tony nervously stop talking. Yinsen wanted to make this place as calm as he could for Blue. He could guess what happened to her earlier and he just wanted to make her as safe as he could. He wanted her to remember some happy memories.
"Yeah, I have other friends, sure, but Hunter he's like my brother. It's different."
"You'll see your friends again Blue." He said with a small hopeful smile.
Blue could only respond with a small fake smile as well.
The longer they stayed the less hope she had of ever getting out.
"My best friend is missing!" Hunter exclaimed sadly as he pointed to the TV with Blue's face on. "She went missing without me! But that isn't the worst part! We don't even know where she is, and we don't know if she-"
"Hunter, sweetheart she's going to be okay." Pepper told the young brunette as she bent down to look at him.
"Will be fine as well...they both will." Pepper brought Hunter into a hug and looked at Happy who was standing with his hands in front of him as he watched the exchange between the pair. "This is the longest time I have ever seen Blue and Hunter separated. You never saw one without the other...well I never did, until now." Pepper stoked Hunter's hair slightly and kissed the side of his face. "They're inseparable."
"That doesn't look like a Jericho Missile."
"Thank god." Blue muttered.
"That's because it's a miniaturised arc reactor. I got a big one powering my factory at home."
"It should keep the shrapnel out of his heart." Blue said as she and the two men watched the arc reactor get brighter due to Tony increasing the power. "It was kind of clear that we weren't building a missile when we were taking it apart."
"But what could it generate?"
"If my math is right, and it always is, three gigajoules per second." Tony said in a matter-of-fact way.
Three gigajoules are equal to a billion joules. To get this onto a scale, one joule of energy is given off by your body in the form of heat every 0.017 seconds. Every two seconds of energy created by Stark's arc receptor is comparable to the chemical energy potential of a barrel of oil that combusts.
"That could run your heart for 50 lifetimes."
"Yeah. Or something big for 15 minutes. Blue show Yinsen the documents you and I have been working on."
Blue nodded and slide the documents that were next to her to Yinsen. "This, Sir, is our ticket out of here." Blue told him with a small smile as Yinsen looked the papers in shock.
"What is it?"
"Flatten them out and look." Tony told him as he pulled the paper tighter onto the table as to show Yinsen what they have designed.
On the documents were sketches of big, metal armour. It screamed business to get out. And it was enough for Yinsen to agree to work on it.
Maybe trapping three geniuses in a cave wasn't such a good idea for the bad guys.
But it was a good idea for the three who were trapped.
"Good roll. Good roll." Yinsen mumbled after Tony rolled the dice onto the board.
"You still haven't told us where you're from." Tony said.
"I'm from a small town called Gulmira. It's actually a nice place."
"Got a family?" Blue asked as she leaned against Tony's arms tiredly.
"Yes, and I will see them when I leave here." He said without meeting Blue's eyes. He wasn't saying everything. She knew that. She and Tony knew that there was more to the answer. "And what? You and Blue only have each other, yes?" He asked as he changed the questions off from him.
"Yeah." Tony replied. "It's small," he patted Blue's head, "but it's all I need."
The metal door opens and in walks many Afghan men with guns.
Once again, the trio raised they arms and put them behind their heads as the men got closer and raised their guns.
But instead of the rounded man walking towards them it was a more skinny and scarier looking one.
He walked slowly and menacing between the gap that the men created as he glared at the people he passed. Especially the youngest one.
He's the one Blue recognised and knew the most out of all the men.
She was with him when they arrived. He was the main reason why she's covered in these cuts and bruises. She even knows his names.
He was the face that was haunting her nightmares. His voice would haunt her thoughts.
"Relax." The man said in amusement at the Stark's raising their hands.
They slowly put their hands down and Tony looked at Yinsen with confusion at how casual and how good the English the man spoke was. But Blue wasn't confused, she just kept a fixed look at him as she watched his every movement.
The man pulls Tony's shirt down slightly to observe the palladium contraption. Blue gulps slightly out of nerves and her fingers rubbed together. It was a habit she picked up when she was younger. She would rub her fingers together, then stretch her hand out then repeat until she wasn't nervous anymore.
"The bow and arrow, once was the pinnacle of weapons technology." He said as he walked away from Tony and started to wonder around the cave's machinery and strewn materials.
Blue continued to keep her focus on the man.
"It allowed the great Genghis Khan to rule the Pacific to the Ukraine. An empire twice the size of Alexander the Great and four times the size of the Roman Empire." He picked up the plans that they were constructing. "But today, whoever holds the latest Stark weapons rules these lands. And soon, it will be my turn." The man sneered at the Starks.
This man wants the power that the Starks had, and he was willing to do anything to live up to the legacy of Genghis Kahn.
The man turns to Yinsen and says in Urdu, "Why have you failed me?"
"We're working. Diligently." He responded back in the language.
The man moves away from where the two Starks stood and starts making his way towards Yinsen with a calm menace.
"I let you live. This is how you repay me?"
The two Starks looked at Yinsen in wary due to how desperate and scared he looks.
He may have had the same experience Blue had with the leader and his men. But Blue would never know just like Yinsen would never really know what happened to her.
"It's very complex. They're trying very hard."
"On his knees." Ordered the man. The men roughly grab Yinsen from behind and thrusted him onto his knees. Tony immediately places his arm in front of Blue so she didn't do anything reckless, like he knew she would.
So, all Blue and Tony could do was watch; powerlessly.
"You think I'm a fool? I'll get the truth."
"We've been working." Yinsen answered helplessly.
"Open your mouth." Yinsen's head was forced down on an anvil and the man begins a deliberately slow advance towards him and-
"Wait!" Yelled Blue as she pushed forwards on Tony's arm to try and stop them but Tony didn't let her, he pushed her back gently but with enough strength to warn her that whatever she was planning isn't smart. "You want your missiles right? We're working on it, I swear, it just takes time and-"
"Time?!" The man raised his voice slightly, but he continued to speak in Urdu. Blue could only guess from the few words that Yinsen has taught her what he was asking Yinsen. She knew some of the words and time was one of them.
"What does he want?" Tony asked Yinsen whilst Blue and the other man continued to stare at one another. But Yinsen couldn't hear Tony as Blue spoke loudly over the top of both men who spoke in unison.
"Yes, time, you idiot." Tony quickly put his hand over Blue's mouth to shut her up, but she just pushed it down. "I thought you would know what that was considering you talk so much about missiles. You talk so much about them you act like you can make them yourself, but you can't. Because if you could you would be doing it right now and not questioning us!" Her voice got louder as she went on to get her point across.
"You think I'm a fool?" The man asked in Urdu to Yinsen and Blue.
"What's going on?" Tony asked Blue. But she ignored him as she continued to glare at the man as she tried to push Tony's arm away from to get closer, but she failed due to him being stronger than him.
"They're building your Jericho." Yinsen responded in Urdu.
"Tell me the truth!"
"He's building your Jericho!"
"What do you want? A delivery date?" Tony asked and Blue finally was able to step closer but got cut off by the rounded man and some of their men sprang some steps forwards and raised their guns at them, shouting at Tony and Blue to stop what they were doing.
This was the first time that Blue noticed that they were afraid of them. They had all the power and control they needed yet they were still afraid of two helpless people who had no way in harming the men with guns. The Starks stopped and looked at the man who was now staring at the two.
Tony also noticed their fear as he took charge of the situation, He knew that they needed them, that him and Blue had power over these people. And if they needed them, then Tony has leverage.
"We need him. Good assistant." Tony said lowly and subserviently. The man glares at him but drops the burning coal next to Yinsen worried face.
"You have 'til tomorrow to assemble the missile." The scary man said lowly before walking away. But not without giving Blue a smirk.
The same smirk he wore when they first met.
The three had to work quickly knowing that they now had a deadline. A deadline for a missile they weren't even building.
Hammer banging. Sweat dripping. Sparks flying.
The metal item sizzles in the water as it cools down from the heat it was been held over, And then there it was, once it was taken out of the water and in front of Yinsen, was the metal helmet.
Tape wrapping around fists. Heat resistant clothes. Engineering gloves.
The suit was being placed on. The grey metal suit they have been working on was put on Tony with the help of Blue and Yinsen. The only colour of the suit was the blue glow of Tony's arc reactor.
"Okay? Can you move?" Yinsen asked as he and Blue tightens the suit on Tony. "Okay, say it again."
"41 steps straight ahead. Then 16 steps, that's from the door, fork right, then 33 steps, turn right."
"Yinsen! Stark! Stark!" A man yelled as he drew open the metal slip on the door.
"Say something." Blue whispered.
"Say something back to him." Tony whispered to Yinsen.
"He's speaking Hungarian. I don't..." Yinsen angrily growled at Tony.
"Then speak Hungarian." Hissed Tony.
"Okay. I know."
"What do you know?"
"One minute, one minute!" Yinsen yelled in Hungarian.
The men at the door didn't wait though.
They opened the door but was flown back by the fiery explosion from the bomb that was attached to the door.
"How'd that work?" Tony asked.
"Oh, my goodness." Yinsen said in amazement.
"Wicked." Blue said in awe as she looked at the destruction that was caused by the bomb.
Those men weren't innocent anyways.
"It worked all right." Yinsen and Blue finished the last bits of the suit.
"That's what we do." Tony responded back to Yinsen.
"Let us finish this."
"Initialise the power sequence."
"Tell me. Tell me." Yinsen said quickly.
"Function 11." Blue answered instead of Tony as she finished the last bits on the suit. "Tell me when you see a progress bar. It should be up right-"
"Talk to her. Tell her when you see it." Tony said quickly.
The three of them were all talking quickly over one another.
"I have it." Yinsen said.
"Press Control 'I'" Instructed Blue.
"'I.' Got it."
"'I.' and 'Enter.'" Yinsen repeated Blue.
"Come over here and help Blue button me up...Every other hex bolt."
"They're coming!" Yinsen anxiously said.
"Nothing pretty, just get it done. Just get it done."
"They're coming!" Blue and Yinsen now said loudly.
"Make sure the checkpoints are clear before you follow me out, okay?" Tony told the two.
"Checkpoint clear, follow you...yeah got it." Blue mumbled back.
"We need more time." Yinsen said as he looked at the loading bar that was only half-way finished. "Hey, I'm gonna go buy you two some time."
"Stick to the plan!" The Starks yelled at Yinsen as he ran out of the area they were in with a rifle in his hand. "Stick to the plan! Yinsen!"
But Yinsen couldn't do that. The plan's caput and only a whiff of death will keep it from stalling completely.
"Blue I swear you better stick to the plan!" Tony said angrily.
"I will! I will!"
Yinsen was yelling and firing the gun rapidly at anything as he chased after the Ten Rings soldiers. But when he rounded the corner, he was faced with a dozen of armed men, (who were led by the man who held coal in front of his face earlier), stood before Yinsen. He too knew who he was... just like Blue knew who he was.
His name was...
Gun's firing was all that Blue could hear as she hid in the area she was told to hide.
Tony Stark in his metal suit walked out in the gunshots and knocked down all the men with a punch as he went pass them.
The men ran away from the huge machinery that hid Tony and as they ran Blue slowly walked and followed Tony whilst checking that everything was clear.
She was defenceless but she trusted that the plan would work.
She needed it to work, or they will all be dead.
Rumble from the walls that surrounded the door fell like snowflakes as Tony bashed down the door with his metal fist.
Tony Stark was like a predator hiding in the shadows just about to pounce.
And that was when the door fell completely, and the men ran out of fear.
Stupidly, one of Tony's metal arms got stuck in the stony walk next to him and it was only now that Blue walked through the door and saw a man holding a gun towards Tony's metal helmet.
She knew it wouldn't go through.
Well, it shouldn't.
She picked up the closest rock that was the biggest and held it up in the air. She bent her arm back and chucked it towards the man's head. He fell and the bullet of the gun flew and hit the wall next to Tony. The man landed on the hard ground with a thump and red blood started to flow out of the side of the soldier's head.
He wasn't dead so Blue felt great about throwing that rock.
If he died later on it wouldn't be her fault per say. It was his for not helping himself to stop the blood.
Tony shook his head at Blue's recklessness and knew he would have to talk to her about it later on.
Tony walks around the next corner first before Blue and he gestured her to stay behind the wall as he stared at Raza in front of him holding a gun.
Blue could hear the sound of coughing from behind the wall, but she didn't know who it was. But Tony did. He saw Yinsen laying on the floor in front of him, coughing up blood. He also saw the blood gushing out from the bullet wound in his chest.
He was dying.
"Yinsen!" Tony screamed.
Blue now knew who it was, but she still didn't know why. But she knew it couldn't be anything good.
"Watch out!" Yinsen cried back as he laid upon the sandbags.
Right next to Blue's head a grenade rocket hit it's way through the wall she was leaning against. She falls to the ground and holds her hands to her ears. The ringing wouldn't stop. She couldn't hear anything.
Tony loads up his rocket and sends it towards Raza but misses just like Raza did. But the explosion sent parts of the cave crumbling down on top of Raza causing him to scream.
Blue could still hear the ringing, but she was gaining her hearing back slowly as she steadily crawled away from the other side of the wall once she saw the rocks crumble on top of Raza.
Tony bends down to assist Yinsen and Blue arrived a few seconds later, her blue blood was dripping down her body from the different cuts she gained or from the ones that started to bleed again. Her body was littered in more cuts and bruises than she had earlier due to it not having time to heal. But now she just got more. And maybe a sprained wrist...but she won't bring that up just yet.
Instead, her focus was on Yinsen bloody body in front of her. She didn't know how to react apart from staying quiet and waiting for her dad to tell her to do something. So that's what she did. She sat there on her knees as water filled her green eyes.
She snuffled a few times whilst Tony and Yinsen spoke.
Tony raised up the front of his metal helmet. "Come in. We got to go. Move for me, come on. We got a plan. We're gonna stick to it."
"This was always the plan, Stark."
His words were tinged with sadness, but he nodded slightly with acceptance that this was how it was supposed to go. His face was pale, and his words were slurred.
He was dying.
"Come on, you're gonna go see your family. Get up."
"My family's dead. I'm going to see them now, Stark."
Blue closed her eyes to stop the tears. She sniffed and rubbed her fingers harshly together to focus on something else than the dying man in front of her.
She didn't want her last memories of him to be him dying.
"It's okay." He said as he saw Blue's face. "Blue it's okay."
She just nodded at the lie and the truth of those words.
"I want this. I want this." He smiled slightly through the pain. Tony gave Yinsen a small smile in return in resignation.
"Thank you for saving us."
Blue opens her eyes and spoke quietly to prevent her voice from cracking, "thank you for everything."
"Don't waste it. Don't waste your life, Starks."
And that was the last thing Tony and Blue heard from him expect from his few last shallow breaths and Tony beckons Blue to get up with him, so they don't watch his final painful moments.
He put the front of his helmet back on and walked first towards the cave with Blue behind him. She gave one last look at the man and nodded as she remembered his words.
'Don't waste your life.'
And see knew that as she grew older, she wouldn't live her life with regrets. She will do everything she wanted to do and live it to the best she could. She wasn't going to waste it.
Tony thought about his words too. And he knew from then on out he wasn't going to waste his life either. He nearly died once and he's getting out of this, and a friend sacrificed himself for the Starks. This was life telling him that he had a second chance; that he shouldn't go and waste it.
This was his chance to do something good.
Once again shots fired at the man in metal and Tony waited until they stopped.
Flames on the end of his arms burst into life. The fire chased after the men as if it was a game of cat and mouse. The flames roared over the enemies as it swallowed it up and left them with severely burnt skin or left them with nothing. The fiery death unleashes screams from the men as they tried to run but many of the men failed and were eaten by the hungry flames.
Explosion of Tony's weapons lit up in flames expanding the power of the flames. Tony grabbed Blue quickly whilst the men were distracted and leaned over her, so his armour was covering her as people shot at them.
The flames increased and Tony knew they needed to escape, so he let out one last flamethrower and grabbed Blue tightly before he pressed the red button on his left arm and shot up towards the sky with Blue holding him on for dear life. The last thing she felt than the impact of the momentum of going up was the heat of the flames that tickled the bottom of her trainers. But the last thing she saw was the big explosion beneath them and that was quite an explosion to fly away from.
Unfortunately, the flames in Tony's feet didn't last for long. The two were making a beeline for the ground, at a fast enough velocity to produce a shrieking whistle.
They both screamed and Tony turned himself backwards so Blue could fall on top of him and he held his daughter tightly as he embraced for landing. The screams stopped when they brutally hit the sandy desert beneath them, sending up a cloud of decries along with the dull reverberating thud.
Scraps of the suit went everywhere, and Tony lied half submerged in the sand with some of the machine barley clinging onto him. Blue was lying next to Tony as she coughed up sand after the impact of the ground.
"Not bad." Both of the Starks said together once they got their selves together again and shared a grin with one another.
"You okay?" Tony asked Blue.
"Yeah, yeah...I'm okay...You?"
"I'm good." He responded slightly breathlessly as he tried to get air back into his lungs.
"How we survived be a mystery I'll never solve." Laughed Blue.
The two stumbled across the desert with their jacket over their heads. The heat was getting to the both of them from the lack of energy, water and food.
They were tired and injured a desert was not the best place to be for them.
They walked up a hill and as if someone heard their prayers helicopters flew over their heads.
"Hey!" The two yelled as they waved their hands at the helicopters. They were cheering with happiness whilst the helicopters lowered. Tony fell to he knees as he held two fingers up in a 'V' for Victory. Blue bends down slightly as she rests her hands on her bloody knees and looked as the people emerging from the helicopters.
And if nothing else could get better, Rhodes emerged from the group of five soldiers showing that he was alive and was here to take them home.
"How was the 'funvee?'" He asked sarcastically. The two Starks just smiled, and Tony closed his eyes as he remembered this moment. Rhodes get down to look at both of the Starks. "Next time you ride with me, okay?" He told them before pulling both of them into an embrace.
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Description: Back in New York, Alex sits face to face with Markus for the last time. Whilst coming to terms with the fact she'll never see him again, Alex seeks comfort from Steve. Interesting revelations bring about a new avenue of exploration for the team as they pursue Loki's sceptre and try to put an end to Hydra's human experimentation.
Warning(s): mild language, mild violence, a brief discussion of past trauma and abuse, symptoms of PTSD, insomnia, some fluffiness to make everyone feel better, if I missed anything lmk!
WHEN STEVE AND ALEX EVENTUALLY MADE IT BACK TO NEW YORK, IT WAS WELL AFTER DARK. Alex was travel-weary but determined to at least find out how they managed to get Markus. Pepper was there to greet them both in the lobby and welcomed them back with firm hugs.
"Where is he?" Alex questioned as they reached Tony's lounge.
"In one of the basement levels - but Alex, you should probably eat and get some sleep first okay?" She shook her head and remained set in her ways.
"No, I'm seeing him tonight. Right now -"
"Alex -" Steve tried to interject, but she wasn't going to be swayed on the matter.
"Look, I'm gonna do it with or without your permission, I just wanna know where he is." With sighs of defeat, both Steve and Tony ran their hands through their hair and stepped out of her way.
"Sub-Basement Two. Holding Room Five," Tony informed her just before she could get in the elevator. Steve appeared at her side whilst Tony and Pepper talked over their plans for dinner.
"I'm coming with you," he stated gently and Alex didn't fight it. As they stepped into the elevator, Alex cleared her throat.
"Just so you're aware, there are things I'm going to say when I see him... Things that I wouldn't ever dream of saying otherwise," she warned and Steve nodded in understanding.
"I can respect that. I won't tell anyone. Promise."
"Thank you." When they reached the right floor and eventually found the room, Steve assured the security guard on duty it was okay to let them in. Alex shadow-stepped inside the confined space and was greeted with a haggard Markus handcuffed at the wrists and waist. A few stainless steel chairs were stacked in the far corner. Her entrance startled him but he was quick to recover as Steve opened the door and joined them.
"What a lovely surprise. I thought you were dead," he stated simply with a glint in his eyes.
"Wishful thinking. The tables sure have turned, huh? Never thought I'd see the day where you were the one in handcuffs and I was free to come and go," Alex replied smoothly and pulled a chair over. She turned it around so she sat on it back to front and leaned forward against the backrest.
"This is only temporary, Little Lamb." Her skin crawled and her lip curled in disgust.
"I'm sure it is. But I'm going to enjoy this whilst it lasts. The Raft is a pretty gnarly place, Markus. Can't imagine them taking kindly to the likes of you." With an insincere pout, Markus put a hand over his heart and tipped his head to the side.
"You wound me, Lamb. You should be thanking me."
"Thanking you? For what? Torturing me? Almost killing me?! Tell me what it is I should be grateful for because I'm having a hard time seeing any benefits of my time with you," Alex challenged, temper simmering. The light flickered overhead.
"Without me, you wouldn't have discovered your gift. Your... Higher purpose." From his position near the door, Steve crossed his arms over his chest and adjusted his stance slightly.
"You can stand down, Captain. I'm not exactly in any position to hurt her, am I?" Steve remained unwavering in his vigilance and Alex appreciated that.
"He's not here to protect me," Alex informed him with a borderline-sinister smile.
"Let's phrase it this way, Markus. I'm not trapped in a room with you. You're trapped in a room with me." His facade faltered and he blanched at the realisation.
"You and your powers have grown quite a bit since I last saw you, Little Lamb - sorry - Phantom," Markus eventually spoke up again and Alex cleared her throat.
"Yeah. Walking through walls is a party trick now -"
"I bet it is. You're still in your early stage of development," he interjected and it was Alex's turn to figure out what he meant.
"What are you talking about?"
"Oh - you didn't think that was it, did you? My sweet, naive child, there are layers to your abilities. Complexities and nuances that need to be mastered in order to remain in control of them." Panic dripped down her spine as Alex cast a glance at Steve. He gave her a reassuring nod and she turned back to face Markus.
"Remain in control?" A sharp, grating laugh escaped the detained man in front of her.
"Your powers are almost as sentient as yourself. They grow and evolve just like you do. So you can walk through shadows now, imagine what you can do if you knew how to train and push yourself. The things you'd be capable of -"
"Alright, that's enough," Steve stepped forward, a warning primed on the tip of his tongue, but Alex beat him to it.
"No. No more riddles, games or cryptics."
"So much potential -"
"Cut the bullshit!" Alex exclaimed and stood up. She threw her chair to one side with a loud clatter and slammed her hands down on the tabletop. The lights flickered and hummed overhead. Threatened to go out completely.
"It scares you. Not knowing the true nature of what's inside of you," he stated quietly in realisation as she glowered down at him, lips parted and breathing heavily.
"You have ten seconds to start talking. Give us information about facilities like yours," Alex demanded, ignoring the pleasure he was taking from messing with her.
"You'll never get them all."
"Irrelevant. Start talking."
"You don't scare me, Little Lamb -" Alex grabbed him by the nape of his neck and slammed him face-first into the stainless steel tabletop. Crimson spurted from his nose and mouth at the harsh impact.
"I should. I'm a product of your design. And if what you said about my power is true, then you better be thankful you're already detained," she spoke in a low tone, voice laced with a venomous level of hatred.
"Alex, maybe you should ease up a little," Steve suggest quietly and Alex let Markus go. He sat up with a gasp and wiped the blood from his lip with the back of his hand.
"Okay -" he sniffed and tipped his head back slightly "- There's one base I know of that's still in operation."
"Now we're making progress," Alex mused sarcastically as she returned to her seat
"It's a heavily protected fortress in Sokovia. The last I heard was Baron Wolfgang von Strucker was running a similar kind of experiment to ours -"
"I couldn't say -"
"That's not good enough." Alex threatened to stand up again and Markus flinched in surprise.
"I don't know! All I do know is that they found a staff of untold power. It's being held at the fortress but I don't know what they're using it for," Markus finally explained and that seemed to satisfy the duo. Alex rose to her feet and straightened out her clothes.
"What are you doing?" he questioned. Blood had smeared across his teeth and chin, adding to his already dire appearance.
"Letting you take a good, long look at my face. This is the last time we'll see each other and I want you to see my face. In your dreams. In your nightmares. And I want you to remember how it felt to be completely at my mercy," she stated cooly before she turned to the door. Steve held it open for her and with a final glance over her shoulder, stepped out into the corridor. As soon as the door shut and the security guards resumed their positions, tears welled in her eyes and her facade came crumbling down.
"Hey - are you alright?" Steve was quick to pull her in for a hug and held her close for several long minutes. From her position, Alex could hear the steady beating of his heart beneath his ribs. A sound that kept her grounded.
"I could've killed him..." Alex half-sobbed in realisation.
"But you didn't," Steve countered and there was a hint of pride in his voice.
"You saw what happened Steve. I snapped on the drop of a dime and if you hadn't been there I would've killed him."
"Alex, look at me," he prompted and she listened. Looked up at him with glassy eyes and flushed cheeks.
"I don't doubt for a second that you could've killed him. But the fact remains, that you didn't. Part of that is because I stepped in and the other part... Well, I guess that's down to you. You're not a killer, Alex. The world's given you plenty of reasons to become one, but that's not who you are," he stated calmly and Alex took a deep breath.
"No -" Steve shook his head "- It's not. You have a hell of a lot more going for you than being some stone-cold killer. You're too smart, too quirky and colourful to let someone like Markus change that. He wouldn't have been worth it."
"Of course. Now, I'm starving. How does pizza sound?" he questioned as he draped an arm over her shoulders and the two of them moved back to the elevator.
"Really good, right about now actually," Alex agreed as she dried her eyes on her sleeve. They returned to the communal area and Alex ordered the pizza.
Fed and cosy on one of the long sofas, Alex was struggling to keep her eyes open. Some movie played on the TV and a glance at Steve told her he was struggling to stay awake too. With a yawn and a stretch, Alex kicked the fuzzy blanket off her legs and forced herself to her feet.
"C'mon, Old Man, time for bed," she teased with a sleepy grin. Steve made a disgruntled noise but accepted the hand up.
"Hey - less of the old, alright?" Steve rebuffed and pulled her in for an overly enthusiastic hug, which put Alex firmly against his chest. There was playful energy between them despite the obvious fatigue that had settled on the two of them. As they moved to the elevator, they laughed at the half-assed attempts at roughhousing.
"- Easy! The last thing I need is Tony getting mad that I bruised his precious baby girl," he teased as the doors opened.
"Oh, please. I can handle myself," Alex insisted with a nudge to Steve's shoulder as he pressed the button for their floor. They began to ascend and Alex tried to be subtle in her attempts to stand closer to Steve.
"I never said you couldn't." The doors slid open and they stepped out into the corridor. There were two rooms between them, but they took their time walking the hallway. Alex stopped outside her door and caught Steve by the hand.
"Would you wanna... I dunno, stay with me tonight?" It was a long shot but she took it nonetheless. Steve let out a pensive sigh and put his hands on her upper arms, rubbed gently up and down.
"I'd like to, but maybe not tonight." Alex pouted and shuffled closer. Steve pressed his forehead to hers and let out another sigh.
"I just - I don't want Tony to get the wrong idea," he soothed and Alex had to refrain from rolling her eyes.
"Why do you care what Tony thinks? I'm an adult, I can do what I please. Besides, it's not like I have anything sinister planned, I just prefer having you near," she explained and tugged lightly at the front of his t-shirt.
"I respect you, Alex. Any other night, I'd keep you company for as long as you needed me... But I'm not gonna be much company tonight. I'm sorry." Alex couldn't say she wasn't disappointed in his decision but respected it nonetheless.
"Alright, but I wanna see you on the training floor first thing tomorrow morning," she bargained and Steve let out a quiet chuckle and his breath fanned against her lips. Half sure of herself, Alex tipped her chin up slightly. Their lips grazed and Alex pulled Steve in with a hand curled around the nape of his neck, her fingers just curling into his hair.
It was a soft, somewhat tender kiss and as Alex felt Steve press her back into the door, she started to hitch a leg around his waist, but he pulled away.
"What was that for?" Steve was breathless and there was a confused frown on his brow. Alex cocked her head to the side slightly and reached up to smooth the frown out with the pad of her thumb
"Because I wanted to. Goodnight, Steve." With a final look into his eyes, Alex twisted the door handle. It swung open behind her and she turned to step into her room when Steve stopped her. She spun back around to face him and was surprised to feel his lips against hers again. This time, there was a push of tongues and the sensation of her teeth nipping at his bottom lip.
"Goodnight," Steve exhaled against her parted lips as he tried to pull himself away from her. Alex moved her hands to his chest and gently nudged him to step back.
"I'll see you in the morning, Captain." Bashful, he echoed her words back and retreated down the corridor. Alex let the door shut with a click and she was quick to take a running jump onto her bed. Amongst the pillows and covers, she let out a giddy laugh and muffled a scream into the nearest pillow.
Hours later, as she lay staring at the ceiling, the good mood Alex had been in was long gone. Fitful sleep plagued with nightmares was all she was gifted whenever she closed her eyes. Unable to take it much longer, Alex threw the covers back and grabbed her phone from the nightstand, tucked it into the pocket of her pyjamas. Barefoot, she went in search of a pair of shoes and came up with a pair of slip-on VANS.
Alex loosely brushed through her hair and put it up into a half-assed ponytail before she reached for a hoodie off her desk chair. The wall clock told her it was almost five in the morning. She pushed the tiredness out of her mind as she shadow-walked to the elevator.
The ride down to the sub-basement was strange without Steve by her side. Nonetheless, Alex got out when the elevator stopped and retraced her steps to the holding cell. The guards were still stationed outside, so she took the opportunity to shadow-walk into the confined space. The lights overhead had been dimmed since they were last in there but that only made it easier for Alex to move around.
Alex stood over Markus and when he opened his eyes, she clamped a firm hand over his mouth. The noises of protest he made were muffled by her hand but the warning in her eyes was enough to get him to quieten down.
"You even think about yelling, it's the last time you'll open your mouth." With a nod of understanding, Markus sat up. Alex lowered her hand and pulled a chair over from earlier.
"What are you doing here? Without your precious Captain to keep you grounded?"
"He doesn't need to know. This is between you and me," she stated, gaze unwavering.
"You haven't been sleeping, have you?" There was a distinct lack of smugness in his words this time and Alex shifted in her seat.
"I'll admit, my circadian rhythm isn't what it used to be, but I grew up a gifted kid, running on minimal sleep is nothing new to me," Alex confessed with a slight shrug.
"Of course. You take after your father -"
"Don't bring him into this right now. As I said, it's between you and me," she interjected and pulled her hoodie tighter around her torso.
"Sure. Why did you come back?"
"Oddly enough, it has nothing to do with your magnetism," Alex replied sarcastically and leant back in the chair.
"You wound me."
"Good..." It was childish bickering, but Alex pulled her sleeves down to cover her hands before she spoke again.
"I want to know more about what you did to me. The stuff you put in my veins, I wanna know." Markus sighed with a nod and leant back against the wall.
"I see. That's not something I can easily answer. The history of the project -"
"No, no more bullshit propaganda or history lessons. I want - need - to know what the hell is going to happen to me," Alex interrupted, her voice remaining level and even.
"Alex, you have to understand that there are certain things even I can't offer an explanation for. But what I can tell you about the state of your being is that it's integral that you train and exercise control," Markus conceded and began to explain.
"But how? At the moment all I know how to do is walk through shadows from one place to another and I can take someone else with me. That's it."
"You just have to push yourself. The right amount of exertion and force will bring about miraculous changes in your abilities."
"You say that like I've been sat around doing nothing for the past two years."
"Look, you're smart, it's not going to be that difficult to figure it out -"
"Markus, I'll cut the bullshit. I'm terrified. Every time I try to sleep, I have no idea where I'm going to wake up or if I'm gonna wake up at all. It's not just the shadow-walking," she explained, putting all her cards on the table.
"Don't let the suspense kill me."
"Sometimes, I can feel this - this pull. I feel like the shadows are just the tip of the iceberg."
"How do you mean?"
"Oh, c'mon I know you saw it earlier. I got mad and the lights flickered. That's no coincidence, it can't be," Alex stated with slight exasperation.
"I did, but anything could explain that -" He stopped when Alex closed her eyes. She thought about it, the darkness. Focused on the all-consuming, pressing nature of the dark. The way it felt to walk through the shadows. Warm static and a floating sensation.
Alex opened her eyes and the lights were out. Total darkness swallowed the room and Alex could hear the nervous breathes that Markus exhaled.
"Your powers are already growing... Impressive," he mused.
"I just wanna know how to get ahead of the curve. I control my abilities and not the other way around." Alex relaxed and the lights flickered back on. Markus squinted at the harsh intrusion of light but was quick to recover.
"I've already told you - your powers are like a muscle, if you don't train it and use it frequently, it'll deteriorate." Dissatisfied, Alex stood up and put her chair away.
"Enjoy your time on the Raft. And for future reference, learn to sleep with one eye open." Alex ignored the desperate attempts Markus made to back peddle as she turned and stepped into the long shadow at the end of the room. When she emerged, she was outside her room again. A glance at her phone screen told her she had almost an hour left before she was expected to meet Steve in the training room, so she returned to her room and began to prepare herself for the day ahead.
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First started June 8th, 2021 - 3:36 am
Last updated June 8th, 2021 - 9:01 pm
How They'd Do You - Peter Parker (Spiderman), Steven Strange (Doctor Strange), Tony Stark (Iron Man), Thor Odinson, Steve Rodgers (Captain America)
Unexpected - Y/N finds out she's pregnant right before the snap.
Absolutely Not - How Tony finds out that his daughter and Peter are dating.
Wow (pt 2 of Unexpected) - After Endgame, Peter finally gets to meet his 5 year old daughter for the first time.
Shit - Tony accidentally walks in on you doing the deed and to say he isn't happy is an understatement.
Quirks - Hosting the Stark Expo is difficult, especially with someone as complicated as you.
Accent - Peter meets Thor's daughter for the first time.
Arguments - Because of you and your fathers brash personalities, you argue a lot. Luckily Peter always knows what to do.
Suppose - How your relationship came to be.
Memories - Jinyoung starts a live to get something off his chest.
Boyfriend Scenarios - Shikamaru, Naruto, Sasuke, Kakashi, and Gaara.
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Arguments |Peter Parker X Stark!Reader| HC
Pairing: Peter Parker (Spiderman) X Stark!Reader
Summary: Because of you and your fathers brash personalities, you argue a lot. Luckily Peter always knows what to do.
Warnings: its a bit long because I wanted to add some lead up, but bare with me. S w e a r i n g.
Pepper and Happy pretty much raised you so they were used to your, um, intense personality.
Despite how absent Tony was during your formative years, he had still somehow imprinted all of his shitty personality traits into your brain.
Hell, maybe it was genetic.
Even from a young age, you were a total know it all wit ha knack for doing whatever it is you wanted and Pepper couldn't keep up.
They tried to make you more people friendly; tried to get you to play with kids your own age and socialize you so you wouldn't end up a shut in like your father.
But it didn't work.
You didn't connect with other kids.
They wanted to eat sand and you wanted to know it's molecular structure.
They wanted to build towers out of blocks and you wanted to disassemble computers.
You flew through school- graduating at twelve years old and were accepted at MIT (you got your masters by the time you were fifteen).
By the time Tony chilled his drug and drinking habits, you were already your own person with your own opinions, so he had a hard time clicking with you.
You always begged for his attention when you were younger, so he assumed it would be easy to forgive and forget and form a healthy relationship with you.
He couldn't have been more wrong honestly.
You were thick skinned like him and hard to handle. You were smart and difficult to confront.
Tony Stark had never been in any kind of position where he didn't have the upper hand, and he had no idea where to start.
He tried to help with you with projects, but you politely declined his help and insisted you knew what you were doing, so he would just let himself out of your room and go sulk in his.
He offered to take you with him on business trips, but you never accepted, saying that you had no interest in whatever company he was off to.
You were perfectly nice and polite about it to an extent (your lack of people awareness made you somewhat blunt), but that didn't make it hurt any less.
At one point he had even gone to Pepper and Happy and asked what he could do to make things better.
They honestly didn't know either.
Eventually he had somewhat given up (not totally but he was lost) and had to live with the fact that his daughter wanted nothing to do with him.
Not that he could blame her, he was a pretty shitty dad for most of her life.
Until one day when she knocked on the door to his lab, asking if he could help her with something.
It wasn't a big task, she just needed a second pair of hands and Pepper refused to help with any welding projects.
He was ecstatic beyond belief and didn't hesitate to help.
After they were done, she thanked him and returned to her room.
He had gone and cried to Pepper.
A few weeks later he had asked you for a second opinion on something.
He needed to upgrade part of his arc reactor and was at a bit of a stand still.
Fuck it, you thought, why not.
So you followed him down to his lab and assisted him.
From then on, you two started to get closer; it started with simple lab tasks and work related things and moved onto shared meals and actually hanging out.
Despite the seemingly perfect relationship though, you were both still hard headed assholes and no amount of live could ever keep you two from butting heads.
It was usually over small things like misplacing tools and raw materials or either of you two being an ass.
But sometimes it escalated to actual arguments. You were both brash and uncaring and passive, and it honestly didn't take much to push either of you over the edge.
Most days it was easy to brush off, but occasionally it got out of hand.
"I don't like your attitude, Y/N." "Yeah, well I don't like your parenting."
"You took apart my thing without asking, dad." "Your shit isn't as important as mine."
"Get out of my personal space." "I created you- you wouldn't have space if it weren't for me."
From there it just turned into mindless bickering, or yelling depending on the day.
Typically, one of you- whoever was being bullied in the instant- would pack up your work and leave.
It was only after there was some cool down time and usually a third party intervention (Aka Pepper), that you two would make up and move on.
By make up, I mean accept each other's presence. There were no apologies from either Stark, just a mutual agreement.
Pepper had gotten used to your squabbles, same with the other Avengers as they had come in and out of the tower as needed.
They were used to bickering and back handed remarks.
They honestly kind of assumed it was how you two showed affection.
But just because they were used to it, doesn't mean Peter was.
He was mortified after your first argument.
He thought that it was the end of the Stark family and you and Tony hated each other.
Pepper had explained that it was genuinely nothing serious, just an egotistical genius thing.
Before he had gotten to know you so well, he would always panic and ask Pepper what to do.
She would shrug, and tell him that it would pass with time.
As you and Peter became closer, you would vent to him after an incident and that's when he realized it truly wasn't a big deal.
You'd mutter while you tinkered or insisted that he lay next to you so you could blow off steam.
"Ugh- he's just such a piece of shit, I swear, Peter! It's like he has no concept of what he should say to his own kid! He's a big fucking baby with a bug fucking head! Who does he think he is, huh? The queen of England? Walking around lime he owns the place."
"Y/N... he does own the place."
"That's not the point!"
He was usually able to calm you down. It turned your usual four day chill time down to a few hours, possibly over night depending the time.
He'd listen to you rant and let you know if you were being dumb, not in a Y/N what is your problem kind of way, but more in an are you sure he said it like that or were you just upset already?
Pepper was honestly grateful for Peter intervening... and so was everyone else.
Finally you had your person.
That one, specific person that could calm you down from your rage or lift your spirits after a fight.
He was able to pretty much read your mind after he got to know you.
He knew when you were lying, not that you didn't often, but just like Tony you would sometimes neglect your health and fib about it.
He always knew when you were hungry or upset and would handle it accordingly.
He could basically read your mind.
Probably because of his spidey senses.
It was rare for him to misread you, but when he did it would be near disastrous.
Something about being offered yogurt after your dad hurts your feelings really hits different for some reason.
It was on those occasions that both Tony and Peter would get locked out of your room and black listed on FRIDAY.
Overall, Peter was a total blessing during your petty arguments with your father.
You couldn't imagine life without him now that he's here.
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Legacy [S.Rogers] - 2015
Largely accustomed to her powers now and following the mess in Washington DC, Alex moves into the new Avenger’s Compound in Upstate New York. Now a fully functioning member of the team, she joins them in celebrating another win with the capture of Loki’s sceptre.
However, as expected, all is not as it seems. Secrets have been kept and the fall-out of Tony’s under-the-table experiment is threatening the safety of the entire globe. It’s a race against the clock to stop Ultron before he achieves his goal.
[ARC 3/6, WILL FOLLOW THE PLOT OF AVENGERS: AGE OF ULTRON (2015) - L]
[Arc 1] [Arc 2]
Aesthetics - Playlist - Alex
this arc will contain: canon-level violence - mild to strong language - a disconnect between Tony and Alex - descriptions of anxiety/panic attacks - main character death - mildly pg-13 content - inter-personal conflicts - self-destructive behaviour - poor choice of coping mechanisms
All chapters marked with * contain in-depth depictions of one or several of the following: trauma-related nightmares, human experimentation, major character death - grief and the grieving process - PTSD symptoms - severe injuries and recovery
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Accent |Peter Parker X Odinson!Reader| HC
Pairing: Peter Parker (Spiderman) X Odinson!Reader
Summary: Peter meets Thor's daughter for the first time.
Warnings: Protective dad Thor lol. Peter is like 20 in this and the time line doesn't fully match up so don't look into it.
Despite how often Thor talks about his father and brother, he didn't mention he had a kid until way after he had met the other Avengers.
Not that he was ashamed of you or anything, he had just forgotten to establish who you you're and as time went on he just assumed everyone knew.
He had been spending quite a bit of time at the Stark tower lately and it had come up in casual conversation.
The first memorable instance was with Tony while he was ranting about the stupid shit Peter did.
"Peter just pisses me off in general. Last week I caught him fucking around with his suit again trying to disable the child block I put on it."
"Ah, yes. Teenagers are a handful aren't they? Loki and Y/N are always doing their best to play pranks on me."
Tony thought about questioning who exactly this Y/N person was, but honestly Thor knew hundreds of thousands of people and he couldn't be bothered to learn bout all of them.
So he bit his tongue and pressed on.
Next was with Bruce in his lab.
He was curious on the inner workings of Mjolnir since it was more so magic based than science.
"I'll have to consult Y/N next time in Asgard. She's more knowledgeable on the hammer than I am."
Banner was going to ask who he was referring to, given that somehow another person besides the wielder could possibly know more than Thor himself, but the man left before he could even open his mouth to ask.
So he just assumed whoever he was talking about was some sort of historian and pressed on.
The most recent instance was when he was having a personal conversation with captain Rogers about past love; something neither of them discussed lightly.
"Do you ever regret the past? If you could go back would you change it?" He had asked Thor.
He thought for a moment- not because he didn't know the answer, but because he was unsure of how to phrase it.
Your mother had died shortly after your birth due to complications. It was a high risk pregnancy overall and if it had been terminated, she surely would have lived.
"Gaining the life of someone you've lost means losing the life of another, and I couldn't imagine my life without Y/N."
His answer was clear all except for who he was referring to, but Steve deemed it best not to ask.
Tender moments of weakness was not the time to question it.
It wasn't until Tony and Thor were having yet another conversation in the kitchen one night that you had been brought up again.
It was a simple discussion of tasks they needed to handle, and Thor had mentioned you requesting to see him again soon.
"So who exactly is Y/N? You've brought her up few times but no one knows who you're talking about."
He raised an eyebrow at the science man folded his arms.
"She's my daughter, of course. I thought you knew."
Suddenly their one on one became a group conversation and they were swarmed by the others.
They asked so many questions so fast that Thor couldn't keep up. He settled with just shutting them up.
"Alright, alright, I shall summon her in the morning so you all can make her acquaintance. She's been curious of Midgard, so she should be willing to come."
He did as promised and sent a message through the bifrost asking you to meet in the morning.
You happily agreed, eager to actually meet the people your father speaks of so often instead of just relying on his half assed stories.
By the time morning came around, Thor stood expectantly near the landing pad near Tony's office.
You beamed in, your metal armor and sword coming quickly into view.
He met you with a big hug and insisted you change into some more earth appropriate attire before meeting the others.
He gave you a pair of jean shorts and a white t shirt, nothing too fancy, just casual summer wear.
Once you were ready, he took you to where the others were gathered in the common area.
You scanned the people in the room quickly until your gaze ultimately landed on a boy around your age with curly brown hair and brown eyes.
You sent him a brief wink and smiled when his face started to turn red.
Your thoughts git disrupted when you felt your father's large hands land on your shoulders.
"Eveyone, this is my daughter, Y/N."
To say they swarmed you was an understatement. It seemed as if no one had any concept of personal space and they were willing to poke and prod at you in a heart beat.
They bombarded you with questions about Asgard and Loki and how Thor was as a dad.
Eventually they all fell into their own conversations, so you made your way over to the boy on the couch.
You sat next to him, legs crossed and facing his body.
"How is it you aren't as interested in me as everyone else, hm?"
He was caught off guard by your thick, pretty Asgardian accent.
He should've expected it considering how Thor spoke, but it was much different coming from your mouth.
"What? No! I mean- yes! I am plenty interested... I just thought you'd like some space..."
He was obviously nervous, but you found it cute.
You laughed and pushed his shoulder.
"Relax, Peter, I'm simply trying to be light. There is no need to be anxious around me."
"You know my name?"
"For the longest I thought your name was Spider... but Natasha informed me that you are just a spider man and your name is Peter."
That seemed about right, honestly. Thor had a knack for assigning nick names and never bothering to learn anything else.
"My apologies for my father, he is a bit... dated... when it comes to new age things."
Peter shook his hands in front of his face aggressively, no thanking you to think that he's at all offended by what the man had to say.
"Oh, no, it's perfectly alright! I know that Mr. Thor means no harm!"
You giggled at his demeanor.
It seems that he's a bit of a people pleaser and would be mortified to accidentally disrespect someone.
"Anyways, Peter, I heard you are a man of science? What is it exactly that you do."
And from there the conversation took off.
Peter moved to sit mirrored in front of you, immediately talking about his work with Tony and how much he loves gadgets.
He explained things like proton theories and how he tinkers with anything he can get his hands on.
Of course you knew a lot about not just Asgardian and Earthen studies, but gained knowledge from many of the nine realms.
You eagerly discussed what you knew with him and found that despite his child like personality, he was incredibly smart.
Your new found friendship caught the attention of both dads (Tony and Thor obviously).
"It appears yours has become quite close with my daughter... must I worry?"
"About Peter? Absolutely not. He may be able to legally drink in a few months but I'm still not convinced he even knows what a girl is."
"Excellent. I thought I might have to destroy him for a second."
Thor laughed, making it seem like a joke, but he knew it wasn't.
He'd have to warn Peter later about boundaries.
From that day on, you and Peter were pretty much inseparable.
He introduced you to his favorite movies and music, while you taught him about the wonders of space and Asgard.
Of course this was all on the DL around Thor.
You decided it was best to not show the extent of your relationship with Peter until much later down the road (aka until you couldn't hide it anymore).
You often snuck into his room at night and sometimes even brought him to Asgard for some privacy.
You two were the best of friends up until you were suddenly lovers, sharing kisses and hugs and holding hands when you could.
He understood why you decided to hide him from your dad.
It wasn't about Peter himself, just that Thor was super intense and violent and it was best for his safety.
Over all, you and Peter were inseparable.
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Paper Heart (Peter Parker x stark!reader)
Summary: Heartbreak is one of the hardest things to understand but why does it always have to leave a scar behind?
Warning: angst, heartbreak, Peter being an idiot, strong language
A/n: it’s been a while since I written anything so here is my little improvement in writing…. Well just a little! Anyways REQUEST ARE OPEN! Feel free to leave some. Have a nice day everyone!!
Heart beating fast that’s all you can hear…
The thump bump of my heart it feels oddly satisfying you feel the fast pulse running through your whole entire body
Is it possibly that you might be feeling some sort of heart attack? No I mean it’s impossible right your healthy and young…
Maybe it’s not a heart attack, you feel your head fogging out all the things you don’t want to hear- like a bubble
You feel something rip, and It’s only getting stronger and stronger, it’s pulling harder at your heart
Your heart is racing again, and it's because it’s being ripped apart piece by piece
Heartache… that’s what the feeling is
The feeling of being ripped into pieces and even more little pieces, your paper heart is ripped. Your ear feel clogged and all you can hear is a voice talking to you in the background
Reality is the hardest truth to face
Is it possible that you just indifferent from other and just want to stay… STAY in the bubble of the small in-reality that you have left… before you go all numb and finally break to the point that you don’t know who you are anymore
Thoughts… heartache… facing truths… reality
Your ear unclogged, the bubble finally pop, your back to your hard truth
“Y/N listen I’m so, so sorry… please” Peter pleaded with tear stinging in his eyes“Y/n please- it It was a mistake… it wasn’t what I was feeling I lied about all of it- please please look at me please”
Numbness is what your body is screaming at the hollowness, lifeless, emptiness of your body with just organs working… doing their job to keep you alive.
“Y/n please say something, anything! Scream at me, hit me do something please” Peter looked at you with tears streaming down with face
You felt frozen…. Time is just passing by and your glued to light tan brown carpet, ‘Say something! Y/N SAY SOMETHING… Y/N you need to get out of you stupid head’
I lifted my head slowly, both of our eyes met. I observed Peter face, his face is a light shade of red. His eyes are blood shot from tears continuously pouring out of his eyes
‘What do I say? What am I meant to say? I forgive you, and we can fix everything and be happy again!’
“I- I don’t know you anymore” I said with a shaky voice
“NO Peter, NO I don’t know you… I hate that you have to feel obligated to like me and say that you love me every day but- but you don’t love me, you just string me along like some sort of kicked puppy you have to take care of” You cut him off crossing both of your arms tightly across your chest.
Peter looked shocked at the outburst, that is the first time you had fully screamed at him EVER. He stumbled across his words “That’s not true I-I love yo-“
“No, Peter, you don’t love me! If you loved me, you wouldn’t have talked bad about me behind my back and went to Liz to tell her about it. You let her spread rumors about our relationship, saying that you were just using me to get close to my dad, and you were going to throw me aside after you were done with me!” You cut him off fighting back any tears threaten to fall.
“Y/n I-I know it was stupid and awful, I know but all of those things are not true I am not using you. I love you with every ounce of my body. You are my best friend, my girlfriend, my partner, my soulmate, and lastly my home. Y/n I love you… I love you I love you I love you. I’m head over heels for you, and I’m so, so sorry for being such an idiot, NO not just and idiot a dickhead and a huge moron. You're amazing, and you're everything that I want and need. I can’t live without you Y/n please believe me I can’t function without you!” Peter said with a shaky breath, he had tears running downs his face, his whole body was shaking from fear of losing you. He sniffled trying to catch his breath.
“It would have been nice if you felt that way today when I needed you.” You stared back with a tear streaming down your face, you whipped it away quickly. “We’re done Peter” you said biting your lip trying to keep yourself from breakdown crying
“Y/n please I can’t do this without you please Y/n I’m sorry please give me another chance I can be better” Peter pleaded breaking down in front of me
“I’m sorry Peter I-I can’t this hurts too much, and I can’t just forget about it. I won’t tell my dad about what you did or said. I don’t want to ruin your relationship.” You sniffled, playing with your fingers trying to distract yourself from crying you tucked a piece of your hair behind my ear
You cut him off harshly, “Goodbye, Peter. Hope you have a nice life.” You said shallowing the lump that formed in your throat, you grabbed your purse from the table and walked out of his apartment slamming his door on your way out.
You walked to your car getting in as you about to start the car your phone started ringing
The hard truth of reality is knowing that you always end up being hurt in the end
Now the question is where or what do you begin to heal? And how the hell am I going to explain to my dad that Peter and I are no longer together without exposing the truth as to the real reason why we are no longer together? If he finds out he is going to kill Peter and I don’t want me and Peter to intervene with my dad and his relationship!
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«𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚃𝚘𝚗𝚢 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚔»
A𝗰𝘁 1, S𝗰𝗲𝗻𝗲 2
𝖲𝗈𝗇𝗀: 𝖨𝗇𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗍𝗎𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝖲𝗎𝗂𝖼𝗂𝖽𝖺𝗅 𝖳𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗂𝖾𝗌
𝖰𝗎𝗈𝗍𝖾: "𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐, 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾."
𝖣𝗎𝗌𝗄 𝖳𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖣𝖺𝗐𝗇 𝖬𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍
𝑃𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠 ◁ II ▷𝑁𝑒𝑥𝑡
Las Vegas, 36 Hours Earlier
"Tony Stark, Visionary, Genius, American patriot. Even from an early age, the son of legendary weapons developer Howard Stark, quickly stole the spotlight with his brilliant and unique mind. At age four, he built his first circuit board. At age six, his first engine. And at 17, he graduated summa cum laude from MIT. Then, the passing of a titan. Howard Stark's lifelong friend and ally, Obadiah Stane, steps in to help fill the gap left by the legendary founder, until at age 21, the prodigal son returns, and is anointed the new CEO of Stark Industries. With the keys to the kingdom, Tony ushers in a new era for his father's legacy, creating smarter weapons, advanced robotics, satellite targeting. Today, Tony Stark has changed the face of the weapons industry by ensuring freedom and protecting America and her interests around the globe."
The video ended and the huge images of Tony Stark disappeared into the writing of Stark Industries. People dressed in grand dresses and suits applaud for the man who 'changed the world.'
"As liaison to Stark Industries," Lt Colonel James Rhodes began as the room quieted down, "I've had the unique privilege of serving with a real patriot. He is my friend and he is my great mentor. Ladies and gentlemen, it is my honour to present this year's Apogee Award to Mr. Tony Stark."
Even though their was music playing and people applauding no Tony Stark made an appearance to grab his award.
A resigned looking Stane shakes his head at Rhodes, who then barely supresses some annoyance, through he doesn't even seem surprised that his friend did not come. Shane allowed the applause to continue for a moment before he sat up slowly off his chair and walked up onto the stage.
"Thank you Colonel."
"Thanks for the save." Rhodes said in a thankful tone as he handed Stane the award.
"This is beautiful. Thank you. Thank you all very much. This is wonderful."
The clapping stopped.
"Well, I'm not Tony Stark." Stane joked, which the expensive-looking audience responded with slight chuckles. "But if I were Tony, I would tell you how honoured I feel and what a joy it is to receive this very prestigious award. Tony, you know...the best thing about Tony is also the worst thing. He's always working."
Tony rolled two dices onto the table. Beautiful ladies stood near him in anticipation to see what the billionaire rolled. His bodyguard, Happy Hogan, stood behind him also watching as the dice rolled onto the table.
Rhodes walking up to the game of Craps, with a straight face and an annoyed persona. Here his friend was, playing Craps and flirting with the ladies, instead of collecting his award, the award he said he will come and collect. But instead he didn't, he blew Rhodes off for a Casino game.
"You are unbelievable."
"Oh no, did they rope you in?"
"Nobody roped me into anything!"
"I'm so sorry."
"But they did told me that if I presented you with an award, you'd be deeply honoured."
"Of course I'd be deeply honoured. And it's you, that's great." Tony told his friend quickly. "So when do we do it?"
"It's right here." Rhodes said as he presented the award to Tony. "Here you go."
"There it is. That was easy." Tony joked as he grabbed the glass trophy. "I'm so sorry."
"Yeah, it's okay."
"Wow!" Tony said dismissing his friend's forgiveness as he looked at the new award. "Would you look at that? That's something else." Tony looked uninterestedly at the award before hanging it over to the pretty lady in the black dress before he went back to his game.
"Where's my niece? Did you drag her here?"
"No, what type of father do you think i am?"
"The one who always wants Blue around."
"That's true, but she blew me off for Hunter."
"So you was going to bring her."
"No." Tony lied as he collected his chips. "Hey," he said as he held his closed hand with the dice towards the woman with the award. "Give this a blow, will you." And as always the lady did as she was instructed to in a flirtatious manner.
He then held his hand in front of Rhodes lips, begging him to do it as well, but instead Rhodes hit Tony's hand in annoyance.
Just like the annoyance, it was an unlucky roll.
"That's what happens. Worse things have happened. I think we're gonna be fine. Colour me up, will you."
"This is where I exit."
"All right." Tony said as he grabbed hold of Rhodes hand to shake, whilst also walking.
"Tomorrow, don't be late. And say hello to Blue for me, will you?"
"Yeah, yeah, you can count on me."
"I'm serious." Rhodes called back to his friend as he walked off.
"I know. I know." Tony replied more to himself. He walked across the fancy looking Casino in a suit and his usual glasses with bodyguards following closely behind. But his friend, Happy, was walking closest to him. "Render unto Caesar that which is Caesar's. There you go." He rambled to the people dressed up in Egyptian clothing.
Happy opened the car door for Tony who nearly got in before hearing his name being called.
"Mr Stark! Excuse me? Mr Stark?" The blonde lady called as she got stopped by a bodyguard to not come any closer. "Christine Everhart. Vanity Fair magazine." Christine introduced herself with a slight wave. "Can I ask you a couple of questions?"
"She's cute." Whispered Happy.
"She's alright?" Tony mumbled back before turning around and greeted the girl with a smile plastered over his face. If the girl was beautiful then he knew he would turn around as he knew that those couple of questions will lead him to somewhere good. "Hi."
"Yeah. Okay, go."
"It's okay?" The girl classified before starting her questions as Tony walked closer to her. "You've been called the da Vinci of our time. What do you say to that?"
"Absolutely ridiculous. I don't paint."
"And what do you say to your other nickname, 'The Merchant of Death?'"
"That's not bad," nodded Tony. "Let me guess, Berkeley?"
"Brown, actually." She responded holding her small tape recorder higher to get every word the the older of the two famous Starks have to say.
"Well, Ms Brown," said with a slight annoyance as he tried to seek her weakness. "It's an imperfect world, but it's the only one we've got. I guarantee you, the day weapons are no longer needed to keep the peace, I'll start making bricks and beams for baby hospitals."
"Rehearse that much?" She questioned in sugar-coated tone.
"Every night in front of the mirror before bedtime."
"I can see that."
"I'd like to show you first hand." Tony said boldly as he flirted with the blonde.
"All I want is a serious answer."
"Okay, here's serious. My old man had a philosophy, 'Peace means having a bigger stick than the other guy.'"
"That's a great line coming from the guy selling the sticks."
Tony's annoyance grew as he crossed his arms and stared intensely into Christine's eyes as he continued to add heat onto the full blown argument he was having with the pretty blonde.
"My father helped defeat the Nazis. He worked on the Manhattan Project. A lot of people, including your professors at Brown, would call that being a hero."
"And a lot of people would also call that war profiteering. Isn't it true that your daughter, Blue-"
"Hey, don't bring Blue into this." Tony said furiously as he swiped his glasses off from his face and pointed the end of it at the interviewer.
She ignored him and continued: "-is against what Stark Industries stand for? How does it feel to have the heir of Stark Industries-"
"Tell me, do you plan to report on the millions we've saved by advancing medical technology or kept from starvation with our intellicrops? All those breakthroughs, military funding, honey." Stark jutted his head closer to her.
"You ever lose an hour of sleep your whole life?"
"I'd be prepared to lose a few with you."
It all drops like a final beat to a song. All the anger and annoyance vanishing as Tony casually flirts with Christine, who is taken back by his answer, especially when she comes to the conclusion that he is serious.
"Good morning. It's 7:00 a.m." JARVIS says as he wakes the blonde up, who was sprawled across Tony's bed with a thin cover over her behind as she lays on her stomach. "The weather in Malibu is 72 degrees with scattered clouds." The lights slowly turn on as Christine pulls the duvet closer to her in case someone was watching her. She watches as the the computer screens that create the image of windows slowly turn on. "The surf conditions are fair with waist-to-shoulder high lines. High tide will be at 10:52 a.m."
The off-white mansion was found on the side of a cliff in Malibu, which was connected to many different forms of technologies that both the Starks and Blue's friend, Hunter King, has made throughout the years.
To say there were smart was an understatement.
The house had a pristine pool that overlook the large scenery in front of them.
This house was something. It held the quality's of grand, opulent, flawlessly clean and bright as it sat on top of a mountain as it stares down at it's creation. This house screamed Tony Stark.
"Tony?" Christine called as she buttoned up his red shirt.
No one answered but small patters of feet that was coming down the stairs. The steps grew louder indicating the person who getting closer to the room she was in. Christine leant against the wall waiting for Tony with her lips pulled between her teeth and she placed one of her legs up against the wall behind her to raise the shirt up slightly. She made sure the first few buttons of her shirt was undone and then she moved her thumb towards her lips so her teeth bit onto it instead of her lips to look more seductive.
But it wasn't him.
It was a small girl with chestnut hair that waved down passed her shoulders. She had a pair of galaxy headphones placed on her head and a Walkman attached to her khaki shorts.
The girl stopped immediately as she stared at the blonde who hurried off the wall.
"Oh." Blue simply said as she pulled her headphones down so they could wrap warmly around her slightly tanned neck. "Oh...Oh, oh, oh, no." She said in disgust, disappointment and annoyance as she realised what this lady was doing here.
Being the daughter of Tony Stark meant all her innocence was gone.
"Oh hello, I'm Christine and you must be the famous Blue Stark." Christine said as she crossed her arms over chest loosely, not bothering to cover up.
"I could be." The girl responded as she swung her arms around slightly.
"You could be?"
"I mean, right now I wish I wasn't." Blue then looked at her empty right wrist as if she was looking at a watch. "Aren't you meant to be leaving?"
"You know, because you're one of those people, so logically you should have left already just like my dad." She knew her dad hasn't actually left, he was downstairs waiting for her.
"Yeah, you must have been terrible." Blue said with a blank face as she pursed her lips in thought as she watched the women, who was just getting closer by the seconds.
Blue was hoping that she would just leave after that sort of fake statement but the lady did nothing, so she tried again. "You know, you should be more quiet, people try to sleep around here."
Blue was in fact not asleep and she also did not hear anything but she was trying anything she could so this lady could leave her home. Blue has never had a good relationship with sleep, and last night was one of her off days resulting in her only getting about 3 hours of sleep this morning before she climbed down these steps to be in a conversation she didn't want to be apart of.
"How old are you?" The lady asked with a fake happy tone as she bent down to Blue's level.
Blue was also not happy that the lady kept on talking to her and not leaving.
The door wasn't far. She would happily show her the way out. She could even keep the shirt as long as she left.
"Eight." Blue replied with a fake smile but her eyes narrowed at her.
"And you're talking all about this and you're-"
"Tony Stark's adorable daughter. Geez, catch up Curtsy, I've been around for eight agonising years already."
Blue ignored her as she continued to try and annoy her as much as possible. "If I'm his daughter then there is no way I can be innocent. That word and Blue do not go together. Just like you and red."
Christine bite her lip slightly to hold back her tongue as she tried to remember that this is the Blue Stark and a little eight year old girl. "That a cute shirt Nirvana shirt." She nodded pointed at Blue's top only for her finger to being pushed away by Blue's small hands.
"Nice to know you can read, very nice, good knowledge for me to forget."
"Don't they sing Wonderwall."
Blue was irritated for so many reasons. She could feel her blood boil inside her as she glared at the annoying lady. "No, that Oasis. Nirvana sings better songs such as Something in the Way and Come As You Are and About a - you know what you should just-"
Blue started to point to the door as she started to outright tell the lady to leave again but got stopped by the lady's fingers wrapping round her right wrist and getting pulled towards the blonde's face.
"Where did you get this." The lady pestered as she stared at Blue's birthmark. Blue never really questioned why her birthmark was so different just like she never questioned another other aspect that she had which was different to other people. But Blue felt very uncomfortable with how this Curtsy person was staring at the small present moon with three stars going in a sort of curve line next to it.
What was this lady expecting her to say? She got it when she battled a rainbow dragon whilst trying to steal a red egg from it to cure cancer?
But before Blue could come back with either a witty or rude remark, Christine got up. Blue smiled in victory but it quickly turned into an angry frown when she saw her go towards one of the technology panels on one of the walls. "Hey, lady-"
"What is this?" She asked as she pressed a button.
The panel went red and JARVIS spoke, making Christine step back in fear whilst Blue rolls her eyes before she continues to glare venomously at the blonde. "You are not authorized to access this area."
"That's JARVIS. He runs the house" Blue's saving grace spoke as she breathed out a relieved breath knowing that she doesn't have to deal with this person anymore. Pepper Potts walks in, heels clicking against the hard, polished floor. "I've got your clothes here. They've been dry-cleaned and pressed." The red-haired continues as she gestured to the clothes in her right hand. "And there's a car waiting for you outside that will take you anywhere you'd like to go."
"You must be the famous Pepper Potts."
'She is defiantly a spy,' Blue thought to herself.
"Indeed I am." Pepper politely replies as Christine gets closer to her. Blue sits down on the sofa as she watches the exchange.
"After all these years, Tony still has you picking up the dry-cleaning." Christine said as she tries to act tough around her. Pepper stares at the half-naked girl with bemusement in her eyes whilst Blue raises her eyebrows at what she just said.
"I do anything and everything that Mr Stark or Miss Stark requires. Including, occasionally, taking out the trash. Will that be all?" She replies innocently as she keeps eye contact with the guest.
Blue giggles and silently cheers Pepper on. She stands up and decides to go see her dad.
"Bye Curtsy." Blue said with a smirk as she skips out the room.
"I really don't care!"
"You took your time." Tony calls out as he hears Blue's name be announced by JARVIS that she has entered the room. But he didn't need JARVIS to tell him it was his own daughter. He knew her, and he knew it was her just by the soft sounds of her feet skipping down the stairs as she hums the song that is playing on her Walkman. But there is no humming this time as Blue never put her headphones back on.
"Yeah there was litter on the floor." She casually replies as she steps further into the room.
"Yeah, Pep is dealing with it."
"That good. How's Hunter?" Tony asked her when she sat down next to him. She grabs a spanner and twirls it around in her hands as she shrugs her shoulder.
"Yeah? I thought he was going to stay over tonight."
"Nah, Bailey picked him up last night, we watched Bridge to Terabithia with Pepper last night and we were all in tears by the end of it whilst eating ice-cream...Oh! That reminds me we have officially ran out of cookie dough ice-cream."
Tony hummed. "Of course you three did."
"How was your night? Did you get your award?"
"How you know about that?"
"Rhodey told Happy, who rang and told Pepper, who told me and Hunter."
"When did Rhodes tell Happy? I was there when Rhodes gave me the award." He said as he looked at his daughter with furrowed eyebrows but Blue just shrugs as she continues to look at the spanner.
The music suddenly stops as Pepper walks in on the phone.
"Please don't turn down my music." Tony said as he continued to fiddle around with the engine he was working on. "Are you not going to help?" Tony asked his daughter who only responded with a shake of a head, not taking her eyes of the tool she was messing around with.
"You are supposed to be halfway around the world right now." Pepper said as she looks at the clipboard in her hand.
"How'd she take it."
"Like a champ."
"Blue's coming with me."
"I am?" "She is?" The two females asked at the same time.
"Yeah, need some quality time with my favourite person." He said as he wrapped his arm around his daughter, who was still not looking at him, whilst he continued to fix his machine.
"To Afghanistan?" Pepper questioned as she stared at the back of Tony's head.
Blue looked up with a grin and announced happily, "Great! I can tell you on the way there every reason why you should cancel the making of weapons and make money out of something else."
"Great you can do that whilst I ignore it and think of every reason how I can sell my weapons."
Blue huffed and chucked the spanner onto the floor next to her before crossing her arms and sulking.
"Why are you trying to hustle us out of here?" Tony questioned as he stared at a metal material.
"Your flight was scheduled to leave an hour and a half ago." Pepper told him.
"That's funny, I thought with it being our plane and all, that it would just wait for us to get there."
"Tony, I need to speak to you about a couple of things before I get out out of the door."
"And Blue." Pepper said through gritted teeth, hating the fact that he's taking his daughter to a place where he's selling weapons.
"Doesn't it kind of defeat the whole purpose of having your own plane if it departs before you arrive?" Tony said as he turned around too look at Pepper. He sits on one of the tires whilst he wipes the grease of his hands.
Blue also turns around but leans her back against the car instead.
"Larry called. He's got another buyer for the Jackson Pollock in the wings. Do you want it? Yes or no?"
"Is is good representation of his spring period?"
"No. The Springs was actually the neighbourhood in East Hampton where he lived and worked, not 'spring' like the season."
"I think it's a fair example. I think it's incredibly overpriced."
"I need it." Tony states as he stares dreamily into nothing before he grabs hold of Blue's hand, pulling her up too, so they could walk away together. "Buy it. Store it."
"New slogan right there." Blue muttered.
"Okay. The MIT commencement speech..." Pepper started to say before getting interrupted by Tony, who she was now walking behind."
"Is in June. Please, don't harangue me about stuff that's way, way, down..."
"They're haranguing me, so I'm gonna say yes."
Blue walks off as she allowed the two adults talk over one another.
"Deflect it and absorb it. Don't transmit it back to me." Tony picked up a cup of coffee and turns towards to face the redhead with the clipboard.
Pepper opens up the files and holds it open for Tony to see, "I need you to sign this for me please."
"What are you trying to get rid of us for? What, you got plans?"
"As a matter of fact, I do."
"I don't like it when you have plans."
"It's her birthday." Blue called from the other side of the room as she pours some peanuts out of the packet she found on her desk into her mouth.
"It's your birthday?"
"Yes." Pepper told him with a small smile.
"I knew that. Already?" Tony scrunched up his face.
"That what usually happens dad, once every year. Except the Queen of England, she believes she deserves two birthdays. Greedy lady." Joked Blue who shook her head before pouring the packet into her hand but nothing comes out. She squishes the packet into a ball and throws it into the bin that sat by the wall near her.
She scores, and Blue does a small celebration dance with a huge grin plastered on her face.
"It's strange though isn't it?" Pepper continued from Blue's statement, "it's the same day as last year."
"Get yourself something nice from me and Blue."
"I already did. And Blue got me a present already."
"Both presents was very nice."
"Very tasteful. Thank you, Mr Stark."
"You're very welcome, Miss Potts."
"And thank you Miss Stark for you amazing present."
"You're very welcome, Miss Potts." Blue said as she mocked her father's voice.
"What did you get her." Tony asked his daughter.
"None of your business."
"Why can't I know?"
"Maybe if you remembered her birthday then I would have told you but you didn't so that's a you problem," Blue said as she pointed at her dad before pointing at herself when she says," not a me problem."
"Okay." Tony said as he tipped his expresso into his mouth before giving the miniature cup to Pepper, who watches as Tony walks away. "Come on kid!"
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Shit |Peter Parker X Stark!Reader| NSFW HC
Pairing: Peter Parker (Spiderman) X Stark!Reader
Summary: Tony accidentally walks in on you doing the deed and to say he isn't happy is an understatement.
Warnings: SMUT! Full blown sex- mentions of fucking you know the deal. Read at your own risk. Kinnnndaaaaa angsty, mentions of drugs and alcohol.... and Tony being a not so great dad.
You and Peter have been intimate for a while now.
You've been dating for almost a year and your small make out sessions have turned into actual acts love.
You didn't necessarily sneak around but you were far from obvious about your endeavors.
Well.... not far...
You two had a nasty habit of getting heated in common areas like the loving room and kitchen.
There have been a handful of times when the other Avengers would shoo you and Peter away and all but plead for you to get a room.
Which you never hesitate to do.
You and Peter were in your room, the door locked and FRIDAY armed.
The two of you were stark naked, him sitting on the edge of the bed with his feet planted firmly on the ground. You on his lap with his big muscular arms wrapped tightly around you.
Your hands buried in his chocolate brown hair and his resting on your ass.
It was light movement for the time being, you always like to tease Peter up until he couldn't take it anymore and flipped you over so he could fuck you into the mattress with no remorse.
But unfortunately you didn't get to that point, because the door swung open and there stood your dad, his eyes popped open and jaw on the floor.
He stuttered as you both struggled to find coverage so you weren't totally exposed.
Too bad Tony was dragging Peter out of your room by the ear before he could manage to pull on some boxers. He only had time to grab a throw pillow to cover his shame.
"What do you think you're doing, huh?!"
His yelling caught the attention of the others, who gladly gathered in the hall to watch the drama unfold.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Stark! Can I least have my underwear, though?!" He nervously glanced at his teammates, not wanting to completely expose himself to them.
"Oh, so now you care who sees your dick after you have the audacity to stick it in my daughter?!"
A chorus of oohs and laughs go around, but honestly no one is surprised by this information. Everyone already knew they were.... together.
Once you finally managed to pull on a sweatshirt and shorts you were out the door in an instant.
"Dad, what on earth are you doing?"
"Teaching the dumbass kid a lesson!"
That's seemed to stump Tony for a moment. What exactly was he doing right now?
"I- you- he can't touch you like that!"
You didn't even have time to respond before Pepper came into the room, pulling the stuttering mess of a man away from the poor traumatized teenagers.
You looked at the rest of the team with an exasperated look before forcing them away so you could drag Peter back into your room with them seeing his ass.
"Are you okay, Peter?"
"I don't think I'll ever be okay ever again."
That was a lie honestly.
He was fully recovered by the next day after Pepper forced Tony to apologize.
And as far as trauma goes he seems to be good.
Since he was initiating round two the very next night.
(Much to Tony's horror)
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Wow |Peter Parker X Stark! Reader|
(This is kind of a part two to the one I posted yesterday)
Pairing: Dad!Peter Parker X Mom!Stark!Reader
Summary: After Endgame, Peter finally gets to meet his 5 year old daughter for the first time.
Warnings: None really... I guess it's kind of sad but more of a happy sad and not a depressed sad.
Despite how difficult things are at the moment, it's important to put on a brave face for your daughter.
So everyone takes a shower, gets cleaned up, and prepares themselves to meet Rei and Morgan Stark.
You were insistent that everyone look presentable for the kids. Not a spec of blood in sight.
Peter is definitely the most nervous by far.
One moment he was fading away and being told you were expecting, the next he was fighting a war and preparing to meet his suddenly five year old daughter.
You all made your way to the house in the woods. Several cars drive down the trail and parked somewhat neatly in the grass.
The others let you two go in alone, opting to look after Morgan while you two had some private family time inside. Of course the adults that were blipped wanted to meet the little girl, but now was not the time.
You two made your way inside, where Rei sat patiently coloring.
You insisted that Peter wait in the hall for a minute before coming out to give you enough time to talk to Rei alone.
She ran over to you and hugged your legs quickly, then reached up so you could pick her up.
You held her comfortably on your hip and brushed her hair out of her face.
"Rei, do you remember all those pictures I showed you?"
"Yes... of daddy... well today, me and papa and all of our friends were able to bring back all of our loved ones, including daddy."
"So I get to meet him?"
"Mhm, you get to meet him princess."
"Do you think he'll like me?"
"Of course he'll like you. He'll love you more than anything in the world."
You called out for Peter. He entered the room slowly, making his way over to the two of you.
He immediately noticed her mop of curly brown hair. It looked exactly like his when he put off a haircut.
Her bright brown eyes and rounded cheeks and little smile reflected him perfectly.
He set his hand on her head and felt tears prick in his eyes.
And that's all it took for her to immediately fall into him and force herself into his arms.
He held onto her tightly and stuffed his face in her neck. His tears flowed free and dripped down his face.
He was worried that there would be a disconnect between them. She's five years old and he's never met her before. She's had a whole life with out him.
But this? This was perfect. Absolutely perfect.
"There's no need to cry, daddy. Don't be sad."
God and it just got better.
"I'm not sad princess. I'm just so excited to meet you."
"I'm excited to meet you, too. Mommy told me a lot about you."
"Oh, yeah? Like what?"
"Like how you're a spider and you like space. She said you like science like papa."
"You know what she told me?"
"She told you about me?"
"Mhm. She told me that you were a lot like me, but I think you're exactly like her."
This put a bright smile on her little face.
She leaned back to look her dad in the eyes, and then rubbed her face on his, just like he would do for you all that time ago.
The three if you spent the next hour telling stories and bonding.
Eventually the others became anxious and they made their way inside to meet your daughter.
Of course it was sad times, but Tony wouldn't want anyone to wallow over him. So instead they reminisced and spent quality time together.
The night was full of drinking and laughs. Loved ones bright together and families mended.
"So this adorable little angel... is related to Stark?"
"Hey! What's that supposed to mean, Bucky?"
"Nothing, nothing.... just that you're Satan's incarnate and she's the purest angel this world has ever seen."
He smirked as the little girl stared up at him with the biggest puppy dog eyes.
"Not nice, Bucky." You scolded the century old man.
"Yeah, Fucky that isn't nice." Your daughter interrupted.
His jaw dropped at the comment, not expecting the kid to use such language, but then suddenly remembering he should be surprised in the slightest.
"Yeah, yeah, sounds about right."
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Absolutely Not |Peter Parker X Stark!Reader| HC
Pairing: Peter Parker (Spiderman) X Stark!Reader
Summary: How Tony finds out that his daughter and Peter are dating.
Warnings: None :) Just some pretty wholesome fluff
You and Peter met when he started his Stark internship.
You frequently helped in your dad's lab, whether it be assisting him with whatever he was working on or taking on your own project so you ran into Peter quite often.
He was always nice and struggled to start a conversation due to nervousness.
If he was honest.... you completely intimidated him; with your Stark smarts and unparalleled beauty- who wouldn't be?
He liked your smart ass attitude and wit, which is probably what made him fall for you in the first place.
You liked his care free demeanor and nerdy tendencies. He was full of pop culture references and useless facts that you found adorable.
You two were friends for a while, only innocent intentions.
You'd watch movies together, play games, and run around New York.
Eventually you two fell into more intimate methods of showing affection, moving from simply sharing a blanket to exchanging small kisses.
He followed you around like a lost puppy most days, wanting nothing but hugs and affection.
He spent most nights in your room rather than his with the excuse that his room was just too cold and yours was just right.
It wasn't long before pretty much everyone found out.
Nat had come into your room one morning and found you two jumbled up in the sheets... news spread like wild fire after that and soon everyone knew.
Everyone except for your dad.
Granted, you thought he knew, honestly, but you didn't know what was going on in that thick ass head of his.
He was insistent that Peter was still a boy and had no interest in girls, and even if he did he was so oblivious he'd never know someone was flirting with him.
Anytime he saw anything, though, he simply stated that Peter was very friendly and there was no way he'd ever think of anyone that way.
You two were cuddled up watching a movie. Your legs were thrown over his, your head on his chest and his head on yours. He had an arm wrapped around your shoulders and a hand in your thigh.
Tony had come upstairs to see if you could help him with a classified assignment from SHIELD.
When he opened your bedroom door and saw you two snuggled up, you expected him to blow a fuse, but he didn't bat an eye.
"I need a second pair of hands, mind helping me out?"
You agreed and got up from your spot, giving a Peter a little kiss before following your dad out.
He deemed it friendly... somehow... and never questioned it.
It wasn't until Thor had asked how you and 'bug boy' were doing that he started to actually put the pieces together.
"Why are you asking about them specifically?"
"Well, aren't they betrothed?"
"What?! Why the fuck would you think that?"
"I must be mistaken... do midgardians often kiss as a form of greeting?"
"W-what? No. Of course not."
"Then they are together romantically?"
It didn't take long for Tony to literally drop everything and run upstairs.
You were playing monopoly with Peter, Nat, and Steve (who was losing severely and very upset about it).
Tony busts in through the elevator and rushed at Peter, effectively scaring everyone.
"When the fuck were you gonna tell me you were dating my daughter?!"
"What do you mean? We thought you already knew!"
"How would I have known if you didn't tell me?!"
"Because we've been together for like eight months! Everyone knows!"
He looked over at Nat and Steve for reassurance. They nodded their heads at him blankly.
Right now Tony's stressing the FUCK out. He has no idea what's going on and has no perception of reality.
Of course it made sense- you were never one for physical affection yet you two were always touching.
Fuck he'd even seen you two KISS and it still didn't click.
Honestly it was embarrassing.
"Damn, kid, and here I was thinking you didn't even know what a girl was." He had mumbled.
From then on he acted more like how you had expected him to be from the beggining.
He moaned and groaned and teased and bullied the two of you any chance he got.
He constantly gave Peter shit because he was dating his oh so previous baby girl.
He did everything his power to separate you two but that never went over well considering one if you had spider powers and the other was a super genius.
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tony stark x daughter! reader
summary: tony is nervous about letting you go on a mission
“Tony, I’ll be fine! If anything does end up happening, I’ll call one of you.”
Tony sighs and sits down at his desk. Bruce being right next to him hearing the conversation, he decides to say something, “She will be fine, Tony. She’s got all of us.”
Tony glares at Bruce, “Don’t! Ugh, what am I going to do with you?”
“Please. You made me that suit for a reason, and it’s not to sit in the damn closet all year.”
“Fine, but I need to train you with that suit beforehand, because It’s complicated, and I don’t want you breaking it.”
you smile and rub to hug him, “Thank you, Thank you!”
“you’re welcome, kiddo. But I swear if you almost die out there, no more missions for you!”
“Cmon, let’s go try the suit on.”
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Nothing For Me
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Part 7|Part 9
Peter. Fucking. Parker.
You hate him. You don’t care that you’ve never met him. You hate him and your douche-bag of a sperm donor.
He goes and gives this kid--some random kid an opportunity of a lifetime. Now, you understand that he got enhanced abilities from some freak accident (you call him a science experiment in secret) and decided to use those powers to help the city of Queens.
But what you don’t understand is how Tony can treat this random kid like he’s known him his whole life. You don’t understand how he can go and treat this random dude like his own child when he’s got one at home that he’s never even cared for!
Were you just never good enough for him? You were smart, you got good grades--hell you graduated high school before you even hit your double digits!
What was it? Why weren’t you good enough to get a pat on the back followed by a ‘good job kid’? Why weren’t you good enough to get fatherly advice?
Some random ass kid comes into your home with your ‘father’ and gets more attention in one day than you have in your almost ten years of being in Tony’s custody.
You change into some workout appropriate clothes and head down to the training room.
Once you walk into the area, you’re immediately hit with memories of Natasha teaching you self-defense. You’re hit with memories of watching Wanda learning how to use her powers.
Taking a deep breath, you clear your head. No purpose in dwelling on the past. It’s likely they’re never coming back and you don’t need to hold onto that unnecessary longing.
You wrap your hands appropriately and head to the punching bags.
For some strange reason you thought about Tony.
Why the hell wouldn’t he be a proper parent?
Does he not know how or some shit?
Obviously he did if he was able to nurture that fucking spider.
What the fuck did that kid even do to deserve it?
You’ve lived through enough pain. Did you not have enough trauma for Tony?
You wonder if Raid affects him.
That man couldn’t put down a bottle long enough to take care of his own child.
Now all of a sudden, he’s ready to drop every and anything for a kid he just fucking met.
“Uh, I think you’re gonna break-”
The punching bag splits in half and the contents spill over the floor.
You glare at the boy at the entrance, before rolling your eyes and cleaning up the mess.
Obviously taken aback by your expressions, he stammers, trying to find a response.
“I-I’m Parker. P-Peter Parker,” he greets, his hand held out.
Looking him up and down, you ignore his hand and throw the sand out.
“I don’t care.”
“O-okay, umm. A-are you alright-”
“Look,” you start. “If you don’t like that,” you pause, pointing to the no longer usable punching bag. “Then I’d suggest you leave me alone. Got it?”
You didn’t stay around to hear his response. As soon as the
words finished coming out of your mouth, you were shouldering past him, ready to get back to your room.
“Are you fucking serious?”
You stared at Peter as he grabbed your last ice cream sandwich. He looked over at you with wide eyes as he took the first bite.
“Those were mine you dipshit.”
“M-Mr. St-Stark said that I-I was wel-welcome to anything in the kitchen.”
“Well Mr. Stark doesn’t buy my fucking groceries,” you spat before storming out.
“I mean he fucking comes and interrupts my workout. Asking me dumbass questions like that.”
MJ watched as you paced back and forth across her room. You couldn’t stay at the tower any longer. Peter kept pissing you off and your setting was so suffocating.
“And then, he has the fucking audacity to eat my food. Those things were expensive as hell! Mr. Stark does not have the right to offer up shit he didn’t purchase.”
You let out a groan as you flopped onto the bed. Michelle simply just observed you for a moment.
“I have a feeling that this is about more than the ice cream sandwiches and him interrupting your peace.”
Letting her words process in your head, you flip on your back and stare at the ceiling.
“Tony is offering this random ass kid hospitality and praise within a couple of weeks of meeting him. Where the fuck was that kindness when he took me in?”
You look at your girlfriend with teary eyes before she pulls you into her arms. Soft cries filled the room as you let your tears fall, the pain of the weekend slowly melting away.
MJ pulled you back and took your face in her hands.
“You are enough,” she stated firmly.
You look at her confused, wondering how the hell she knew those thoughts were floating through your head.
“I’ve known you long enough; I can read you,” she paused to place a kiss on your nose. “Fuck Tony and fuck Peter. They aren’t worth your time or your happiness. And you deserve happiness. Okay?”
You nod softly in response, sniffing and wiping your nose.
Michelle pulls the two of you up to where you’re both sitting directly in front of each other.
“Say it. ‘I deserve happiness.’”
Taking a deep breath, you look away, flustered. MJ grabs your hands.
“C’mon. ‘I deserve happiness.’”
“I deserve happiness,” you mumbled.
“I deserve happiness,” you repeated stabley. “I deserve happiness.”
You lean forward and place a peck to her lips but it turns into multiple kisses spread across her face.
Giggling, Michelle fell back on the bed with you straddling her hips. The two of you caught your breath as you stared into each other’s eyes.
“I love you,” you whispered.
Your eyes widened slightly once you realized what you said.
“I love you, too”
You let out a sigh of relief before crashing your lips onto hers.
They glide against each other effortlessly as you get sucked into the taste and feeling that is MJ. Despite your jaw getting tired over time, you don’t stop. You don’t stop because her lips are addicting and you could never get enough.
Eventually, the two of you part, your forehead resting against hers. You both pant, coming down from the high.
“You make me so happy.”
a/n: this is the last fluffy part y’all are getting for a while i think. this is the last part before infinity war and lemme tell you now....shit’s about to go down so be ready!! Also there’s only a few parts left. If you want to be on the taglist for the sequel Anything For You, be sure to fill out the form that’s linked on my main masterlist
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Okay I kinda lied I’m about to post the next part of Nothing For Me. Be on the lookout!!
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