#uncle rhodey we love him

[stxar-pvnk]

Sassy Peter is a MENACE.

not only is he a menace he's also a spitting image of Tony when he was younger.

No.

Not his playboy days, or his snarky remark days.

The days where Tony would ramble on like the nerdy scientist he is.

So that's why, when rhodey comes back, seeing a nerdy little kid with curly brown hair that strikingly resembled tonys, He didn't question it.

He simply patted Peter on the back and went to go grab Tony to interrogate the poor man on why he kept his nephew from him.

#uncle rhodey we love him #spiderman #tony stark #peter parker #irondad and spider son #iron man #mcu marvel avengers #irondad and spiderson #rhodey #he misinterpreted peter and tony as son and father!! #or did he?

[hangmansgbaby]

Hi! Can I req a oneshot where r is tony Starks daughter and is a military fighter pilot in honor of her uncle Rhodey (just went navy not Air Force in order to establish herself as her own person) and she’s like dating/married to/engaged to/etc Bradley Bradshaw and her dad shows up to surprise her at one point and he and rooster had always gotten along great once past the initial dont-hurt-my-daughter-I-don’t-trust-you-with-her stage and so they like “gang up” on reader but only in as much as it’s fun (like they don’t do too much) but it’s just sweet fluff with dad Tony and SO rooster and dad in law tony just 🫠🥹 anyways sorry to bother if u don’t want it! Love all u do <3

A Stark in the Wind

Summary: Y/n "Stark" Bradshaw was part of the top 1% of Naval aviators. When Y/n gets called back to Top Gun alongside her husband, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, her father decides to make the trip to California. While he’s expecting a nice dinner on his last night in town, something else comes into play.

Pairings: Bradley Bradshaw x Wife!Reader, Tony Stark x Daughter!Readers

Warnings: none?(Let me know if I should add any)

Note: I TOTALLY strayed from the request with Tony and Bradley messing with reader but its still so cute and has such cute father/son in law moments that I think it’ll do.

Word count: 1.3k

Masterlist

“Why do I always agree to road trips in the Bronco?” Y/n sighs, stretching as she hopped out of her husband’s truck.

“Because you love me?” Bradley chuckles, shutting the door before pulling y/n close. “Besides, you really wanna fly here and then get a rental car?”

“We could’ve taken my car, at least we wouldn’t have been broken down on the side of the road for 6 hours.”

“You weren’t complaining those six hours,” Bradley mumbles into a kiss, pinning her against the side of the truck.

“Babe, if you don’t stop were never going in.”

“Maybe that’s my plan.” Bradley wiggles his brows making y/n laugh.

“I’m going inside Bradshaw.” She pushes him back, walking aged into the Hard Deck. Bradley groans before jogging after her, opening the door before y/n can grab it.

“My lady.” He bows slightly, a teasing smirk on his face.

“Still not happening, handsome.” She taps his face before walking into the bar, her husband close behind.

“Bradshaws! That you guys?” Y/n smiles at the voice of her best friend, dragging her husband over to the pool tables. She immediately pulls Phoenix into a tight hug. “This is how I find out you’re stateside?”

“Yeah, just thought we’d surprise you.” Bradley chuckles.

“I’m gonna go grab us some drinks.” Y/n jogs up to the bar, drumming a little when Penny turns around. “Hey Pen, one beer and a water please.” Y/n smiles.

“Hey, when did you newlyweds get back? Haven’t seen you two since the wedding.”

“Bradley go stationed in Virginia and I got pulled into a pretty big mess in New York before heading down there. Been a super busy year.” Y/n sighs taking a sip of her drink.

“Now I know I raised to better than to drink beer.” A voice calls out from behind her.

“Dad?! Hey!” Y/n abandons the drinks and wraps her dad in a hug. “What are you doing here?”

“Just checking up on my favorite aviators, and helping the Navy with a few upgrades.”

“Of course.” Y/n laughs. “How's Pepper and little Morgan?”

“They’re great!”

“And how are you?” Y/n asks.

“Good, good. I’m doing a lot better.” Y/n had gotten lucky with the blip. Bradley and all her friends were still around afterwards but she had lost so much family at the same time.

“Its okay to not be okay. I miss him too.” Him, Peter Parker. He was like a little brother to y/n, called her at least twice a week for help on his science homework, especially when they talked about aerodynamics.

“Where’s that boy toy of yours? Chicken?”

“Rooster, dad. He’s over by the pool tables.” Y/n leads her father, drinks in hand, to the group.

“B, look who I found.” Y/n smiles handing Bradley his drink.

“Mr. Stark, how are you sir?” Bradley greets, shaking his hand.

“I thought I told you to call me Tony.” He greets his son-in-law. “Who are your friends?”

“Holy shit! You’re Tony Stark! The Tony Stark!”

“That’s Lieutenant Garcia, callsign Fanboy. Lieutenant Trace, callsign Phoenix. And Lieutenant Fitch, callsign Payback. And that's Lieutenant Floyd, aka Bob. ”

“Please to meet you sir.” Phoenix greets.

“Big fan.” Payback smiles.

“Those two over there are lieutenants Machado and Seresin, Coyote and Hangman.” Bradley introduces.

“You must be the one my daughter tells me about?” Tony questions, nodding towards Hangman.

“Awe you talk about me Stark?” Hangman plays shocked, a hand on his chest.

“Wish it was good things don’t ya?” Y/n chuckles. “Guys this my dad.”

“No way!” Fanboy shrieks.

“You’re dad is Iron Man?”

“Dude, how are you still alive?” Hangman and Coyote joke towards Bradley.

“As much as I would love to stay and chat, duty calls.” Tony nods to everyone before turning to his daughter. “Sweetheart.” He hugs her. “I’ll see you later, Bradshaw.”

“Good to see you too, sir.”

“Dinner at my place, Saturday. Don’t be late.” Tony points walking towards the exit.

Y/n nods before turning back towards her friends to their faces in shock. “Alright, ask away!”

Saturday night

“Hey! There’s my two favorite aviators!” Tony calls out as y/n and Bradley walk into the quaint beech house.

“Hi dad.”

“We brought wine.” Bradley smiles, setting the bottle down on the kitchen counter.

“Tony have you seen my-“ pepper round the corner from the hallway to see y/n and Bradley. “Oh my god hi!”

Y/n quickly pulls her step-mom into a tight hug. “As much as I love you, Pepper. Where’s the baby?” Y/n hears Morgan’s coos come from the living room and she immediately takes off towards it.

“She’s getting baby fever.” Tony points out to Bradley.

“No, she’s just excited to see her little sister, she was an only child for 30 years.” Bradley jabs back.

“I’m just saying. She might want them now.”

“She loves flying too much right now. Told her we’d wait until she was ready to hang up her wings.” Bradley sighs. “Its what she wants.”

“I think what she wants is for you to be happy and to have a family with you.” Pepper nods towards the living room. They look over to couch to see y/n making silly faces a Morgan, making the 6 month old baby giggle.

“I’m ready. I have been since the day I met her. But having kids means she gives up flying for 10 months and then there is no guarantee that she’ll go back. I can’t ask her to give that up just because I want a couple of kids.” Bradley explains, turning towards his father-in-law who was working over the food on the stove.

“Ya know, that statement right there is why I’m glad you married my daughter. You remind me nothing of myself, which makes you perfect.” Tony smiles, plating the food for everyone.

“Thanks Tony.” Bradley smiles. “Let me help get these to the table.”

It was silent around the dinner table. Everyone ate in silence while y/n picked at her food.

“Y/n? You okay?” Pepper asks, the first to mention her strange behavior.

“Yea, I’m okay.”

“You sure? You’ve been off since we got here.” Bradley notes.

“I-“ y/n sighs. “I have an announcement.” She says, standing from the table. “I won’t be flying. Actually, I can’t fly the mission.” Bradley stares at her dumbfounded, eyes begging her to continue. “I uh… I wanted to tell you before but I was too nervous and ai know we said we would wait but…”

“Spit it out already.” Tony groans, still eating.

“I’m pregnant.”

Everyone froze, forks dropping to their plates in surprise.

“You’re serious?” Bradley questions.

“Yea, found out right before we left.” Y/n nods softly. She can’t read Bradley’s face, unsure if he was happy or not.

“Holy shit.” Bradley mutters, leaning back.

“You okay there big guy?” Tony questions.

“I’m gonna be a dad?” Bradley asks, looking at at his father in law.

“Yea, Bradley. You’re gonna be a dad.” Tony smiles. “I’m gonna be a grandfather.”

“Holy shit!” Bradley cheers.

“Language!” Pepper chimes.

“Oh my god! You’re pregnant!” Y/n watches his eyes light up at the thought. “We’re gonna have a baby?”

“Yea.” Y/n nods excitedly. “Yea we are.”

“I love you, so much.” Bradley mutters, standing to give y/n a kiss.

“I love you too.” Y/n smiles, holding Bradley close.

“Congratulations!” Pepper cheers.

“Congratulations son!” Tony smiles, pulling Bradley into a tight hug. “Your parents would be proud of you.”

“Thank you Tony. Seriously, I appreciate you.”

#top gun #top gun maverick #top gun x reader #bradley bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley rooster x reader #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley rooster bradshaw x reader #miles teller #rooster #tony stark #avengers #iron man #robert downey jr #top gun x marvel #gbaby requests #gbaby a stark in the wind #hangmansgbaby

[polizwrites]

Both. Both is Good

This is a fill for the  WinterIron Discord WinterIron Pride Prompt Party prompt: Day 20: Both Are Good  

Rating: General Pairing(s):  Bucky/Tony/Pepper Warnings/Triggers/Tags:  Polyamory,  Poly-V,  Morgan Stark is a curious child. Summary: “Daddy? Do you love Uncle Bucky the way you love Mommy?”      

Word Count:  437 words

Tony was washing up the pots and pans from dinner when Morgan came over and tugged on the dishcloth he had tucked into his belt.  “Daddy?”

“Yes, punkin?”  

“Do you love Uncle Bucky the way you love Mommy?”   Tony stopped mid-scrub.  He had figured his inquisitive daughter would eventually ask questions about the relationship dynamic between Pepper, Bucky and him,  but he hadn’t expected them quite so soon, nor to be quite so perceptive.

“That depends on what you mean,” Tony replied, drying off his hands. “After all, I love lots of people.  Mommy,  Bucky, Rhodey,  Peter,  and you of course.”  He swept her up into his arms and planted  noisy smooches on her cheeks, making her giggle in delight.   But it wasn’t enough to distract her.

“I mean like getting-married  forever-and-ever love,” she explained.   “We were talking about families at school today and how some of us have a mommy and a daddy,  some only have a mommy or a daddy and some have two mommies or two daddies.”

Tony could see where this was going.  “And did any of them mention uncles or aunts?”  

“Sure,” she shrugged, “and some of them even had a special uncle or aunt living with them, but those kids usually just had a daddy or a mommy, not both.”  

“I see,” Tony replied, trying to figure out the best way to explain a poly-v relationship to a five year old. “Well, it’s like this. I love your Mommy very much, in the getting-married forever and ever way.”

“Which you did - there’s  pictures in the hallway,”  Morgan chipped in.

“That’s right.  And I feel the same way about Bucky.”

“Are you going to get married too?” She bounced up and down excitedly.  “Can I be in the wedding?”  

Tony sighed.  “I wish we could, Morguna. But there’s a rule about not being married to more than one person at the same time.  

She crossed her arms and wrinkled her nose.  “That’s a dumb rule.”  

“No argument here,” Tony chuckled.  “As for Mommy and Bucky, they love each other too, but not in the same way.”

Morgan’s forehead wrinkled in thought, and she slowly replied, “So, it’s kind of like I have two daddies, and a mommy, right?”  

“I suppose so,” Tony replied, just as slowly.  “But like I said, there’s rules, and people sometimes aren’t very nice about things like that.”

“So Uncle Bucky is my secret, other daddy?”  

“Kind of, I guess.”

Morgan looked up at him with big hazel eyes. “Can I tell him that?”

Tony couldn’t help but smile in reply.   “I think he’d love to hear it.”

#writing stuff #fanficlet #MCU/Marvel #winteriron pride prompt party #WinterIron #WinterPepperony #Shameless Self Promo

[ao3feed-irondadspiderson]

american glory standing before me

https://archiveofourown.org/works/49779127 by wakeupwiththeclouds Steve had asked Nat once, shortly after they moved back in, why she thought Tony hadn’t brought Siberia up yet. “He doesn’t need us like he used to, Steve,” she said simply, shrugging and returning to her training. She hadn’t elaborated, and Steve hadn’t understood. It wasn’t until a few weeks had passed that Steve got his first clue as to what had changed. Steve had just lifted a hand to rub at his temple, hoping to ease the tension that lingered there when the elevator doors slid open, surprising Sam mid-complaint, and a teenage boy came spilling out. He was lanky and long-limbed with curly brown hair and was currently thanking Friday for the lift. The boy’s steps seemed to stutter for a moment as he looked up and saw the heroes on their sofa, but his face didn’t change. As quickly as he faltered he recovered, continuing past them in his worn shoes and baggy sweatshirt, heading down the hall towards their rooms. “Um.. You guys see him too, right? I’m not hallucinating?” Sam asked. . . . where the rogues have moved back in but tony's acting distant... and who's this teenager running around the compound? Words: 7675, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: The Avengers (Marvel Movies) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: Gen Characters: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Peter Parker, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Bruce Banner, Clint Barton, Wanda Maximoff Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Peter Parker & Steve Rogers & Tony Stark, Avengers Team & Peter Parker Additional Tags: Peter Parker Meets the Avengers, Steve Rogers Needs a Hug, steve is not very emotionally intelligent in this sorry, Peter Parker is a Little Shit, rogues moving back in, Rogue Avengers, Tony is a good dad, Irondad, Peter Parker Loves Tony Stark, like a son though dont be weird, rhodey is ooc in this a little, we all know he'd be calling himself uncle rhodey already, The Avengers Think Peter Parker is Tony Stark's Child, The Avengers Find Out Peter Parker is Spider-Man read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/49779127

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

[iam93percentstardust]

hello there!! happy advanced birthday :)) I saw this quote "“I went to sleep last night so I could see you.” by Frederick Seidel, from “The Last Poem in the Book,” These Days (Alfred A. Knopf, 1989) and I thought it'd be a great fic prompt for mcu stevetony post-endgame. Hope you have a great birthday weekend ahead <3

Thank you so much! Fair warning for this fic, this is Sad TM because, you know, post-Endgame and all that, but I think it still ends on a pretty hopeful note

~

Tony is younger and softer than Steve has ever seen him. His face is unlined, his smile freer than it ever was when Steve knew him (except once, except when Steve first moved into the tower). This is an age of wearing Rhodey’s discarded sweatshirts, huge on his lanky frame, and pulling his hood up over his face so that he doesn’t get recognized in the quad. The pants are tight, but Tony doesn’t even seem to notice them. His hair is curly, falling into his eyes, and Steve spots more than one person eyeing them like they’d like to see what Tony would look like with their hands buried in his hair.

He doesn’t blame them. Tony is lovely at this age, and his carefree smile and sparkling eyes are arresting.

“Are you my new bodyguard?” Tony asks him a week after he starts watching him.

Steve is startled. He hadn’t realized that Tony had spotted him lurking around the campus. He wouldn’t have expected him to, not this younger version of Tony who doesn’t seem to have a care in the world. His Tony, yes, but not this one.

He thinks quickly. The year is 1991, the month November. The Starks will die in less than a month, and though Steve will do everything in his power to stop their death, he also knows that he’s lost more fights against the Winter Soldier than he’s won, even when he didn’t know that it was Bucky. There’s every possibility that the Starks will die before Tony has a chance to check his claim.

“Uh—yes,” he says, possibly a touch too slow by the way Tony’s eyes narrow thoughtfully.

“That’s new,” Tony comments. “Never had a bodyguard start following me around before introducing themselves.”

There’s something deeply distrusting in his tone, and Steve scrambles for something to say that’ll keep Tony from questioning him. He just found him again after… after… well. After. He can’t lose him this quickly.

“Director Carter recommended it,” he lands on. He isn’t sure if Peggy is still the director at this time, but he’s pretty sure she still holds some sway if she isn’t. And, if he remembers correctly—Tony didn’t talk about her much, but he’d dropped a few gems here and there—Peggy is Tony’s godmother.

It does the trick. Tony straightens up. “You know Aunt Peggy?”

“We’ve met.”

“SHIELD?”

“I was special ops, actually,” Steve says, which is probably the best way to describe either the Avengers or the Commandos. “We met in Europe when I was on a mission once.”

“Cool,” Tony breathes, eyes dark and shining. He gives Steve an appreciate onceover, and that’s—Tony’s never done that before. Steve doesn’t even know if he’s attracted to men, though he heard plenty of rumors when he first moved into the tower. They’d never been close enough to have that conversation, and though Steve is certainly attracted to Tony, he has no idea if Tony returns—

An insistent beeping cuts through his thoughts.

His mind puts the pieces together in an instant, and then he’s shoving Tony to the ground, shouting, “Get down!”

Then—

~

“Uncle Steve?”

Steve slowly blinks awake, the last vestiges of his dream floating away on the dust motes he can see in the sunlight. The beeping of the alarm continues to annoy him, and he reaches over to slap it off, only remembering at the last second that this one wasn’t made for supersoldier strength.

A dream, he realizes. All just a dream. Another one to file away in the depths of his memory as the last things he has left of Tony, who is—

He looks at the black suit hanging up on the back of the closet door. Pepper had been kind enough to give as many people as she could the use of the lake house’s multiple guest rooms. More people, he knows, have rented out the other properties bordering the lake. No one is staying in a hotel. The news of Tony’s… the news about Tony hasn’t reached the media yet, and no one wanted today to become a circus.

“Uncle Steve?” he hears again.

“Hey, Morgan Pie,” he says wearily, scrubbing his hand down his face. “Come on up.”

He hears the pitter patter of  little feet and then Morgan is launching herself onto the bed, crawling into his lap like she can hide from the world. Steve understands the feeling.

She’s gotten so big, he realizes when he wraps his arms around her. He used to come by the lake house all the time when she was younger, but he stopped about a year ago when he’d gone downstairs after tucking her in, only to find Tony and Pepper dancing together in the kitchen to some song that came out when he was in the ice. He’d felt such an intense, burning jealousy—such an intense possessiveness—that he’d left without saying goodbye and hadn’t gone back until Scott had shown up on his doorstep.

“I miss my daddy,” Morgan says quietly. Pepper hadn’t believed in lying to her, so she knows what happened to him. She knows Tony isn’t coming back, and she knows why.

“Yeah,” Steve agrees, resting his cheek against her hair. “I miss him too.”

~

Tony laughs, bright and beautiful, and Steve doesn’t think he’s ever seen him laugh like this. Tony at nineteen laughs with his whole body like he just can’t help it, like whatever he laughs at is so funny that he can’t do anything except double over, chortling so hard there are tears running down his face. The Tony Steve used to know hid his laughter behind smirks and little huffs, reserving his laughs for the most private of occasions.

Steve can’t help but beam, proud of himself for making Tony laugh like that, even though he can’t remember what it is that he said (he should be more worried about that, shouldn’t he?).

“You’re funny,” Tony says and pulls a drink out of nowhere. That’s right, Steve thinks. They’re at a bar. “So which is it? MIT, Boston U, somewhere else?”

Schools. They were talking about schools—colleges—and Steve had made a comment about going to clown school.

“Boston University,” he plucks out of the depths of his mind. “Art degree.”

Something sparks in Tony’s eyes, something dark and heated that makes Steve shiver. “Must be a second degree, right? Big guy like you, little bit of—” He touches his fingers to Steve’s temples where he knows there’s just the slightest hint of silver beginning to shine through. He’s going grey a little early—his ma said Joseph was like that too.

“First, actually,” Steve admits. When he was younger, he hadn’t needed a degree for the political cartoons. And then—“I enlisted.”

“Let me guess: army?”

“Special forces.”

“My my, what a surprise,” Tony observes dryly. His mouth twists, and Steve suddenly wonders if Rhodey was already stationed somewhere. After a pause that’s just a little too long, during which Steve searches for something to say—he hates to admit it, but he hasn’t gotten any better at talking to people he’s in lo—interested in—Tony forcibly drags himself back to cheerfulness. “So… art. Oils?”

“Watercolors,” Steve replies. “Charcoals, sometimes. Sketches.”

“Could you paint me?” Tony asks, a mischievous grin crossing his face. Before Steve has a chance to get annoyed at the question, Tony adds, “Or on me?”

Steve meets his eyes, which have turned heated again. Tony, interested in him. He can barely breathe, feeling like he’ll got swallowed up in Tony’s pupils, which have already swallowed his irises.

“Yeah,” he breathes, thinking about Tony painted in swirls of reds and blues and whites. A star on his chest where the arc reactor will sit in twenty years. A smear down his stomach where the paint’s gotten smudged. Twin handprints on his hips where Steve grips him as he thrusts into him. “Yeah, I think I could do that.”

Tony leans forward, eyes sliding closed, and—

~

“Steve?” Bru—Hul—Professor? Whatever Dr. Banner is going by now asks, waking him.

Steve tries to cling to the memory of counting every lash resting on Tony’s cheek as he leaned in, but in the way dreams always do, it slips away from him. He thumps his head back against the pillow, staring up at the off-white ceiling.

“Did I wake you?” Dr. Banner asks hesitantly. Steve doesn’t answer. “You don’t normally sleep this late. Thought for sure I’d miss you. Traffic and all, and. Your run.”

“Right,” Steve replies. His run. Through Central Park. Since he’s back in the tower again. The new owner had never gotten rid of the team’s suites when they moved in, and he’d been only too eager to offer them lodging after Thanos blew up the compound.

As far as he knows, only a few of them took him up on it. The Wakandans went back to Wakanda. The sorcerers have the Sanctum Sanctorum. Clint flew home to Missouri. Dr. Banner, he knows, has been sleeping at the compound mostly, one of the few heavy lifters left now that Thor has taken off with the Guardians. Steve hasn’t driven back down there. He has no idea how the rebuilding is going. It could be finished for all he knows. The few times he drove by, he couldn’t stop staring at the spot where Tony had—

Anyway, he doesn’t go down to the compound anymore.

“What’s going on?” he asks, swinging his legs out of bed.

“You asked me to tell you when the Stones were transferred to Wakanda.”

Right. Because despite both Steve and Bruce’s protests, it was decided that the Stones would stay on this Earth in this timeline until the compound was rebuilt. Just in case they were “needed.” All the more reason to finish the compound quickly. Steve’s seen the unrest as a result of the Snap’s reversal (too long, he thinks sometimes, when he’s too weary to keep the doubts from creeping in; they waited too long). It wouldn’t surprise him if one of the newly formed councils tries to use the Stones to keep people in line. It’s why he asked T’Challa the last time he was in New York if he would agree to take them to Wakanda.

“Thanks, Bruce,” he says. Tony would have been better at these types of political machinations. He would have known how to get the stones back to their proper place.

“Actually… it’s Professor Hulk now.”

Right. Because the world hasn’t changed enough.

~

Tony at thirty is experienced and gorgeous. He rides Steve like he was born to do it, sweat glistening on his skin, strong thighs working. His hands are busy on Steve’s chest, cupping and pinching and tugging, and Steve can’t stop letting out little whines every time Tony’s rhythm slows even just the slightest bit.

Tony has come twice already, his spend splattered across Steve’s stomach. He hasn’t come at all, and he doesn’t know if it’s because Tony told him not to or if there’s something stopping him or if he just hasn’t yet. But he wants to. He aches to spend himself in Tony’s body, mark his claim there as Steve’s forever. Tony belongs to him and him only and—

“Easy there, soldier,” Tony murmurs, wrapping his hands around Steve’s shoulders and pulling him up. Steve kisses him desperately, only realizing when Tony gentles the kiss how much he’s trembling. “It’s okay, baby. We’ve got all night.”

All night, yes, but the morning will come eventually, and when it does, Tony will be gone again, living on only in Steve’s memories and dreams.

He chokes out another sob, burying his face in Tony’s neck. Tony slows and then stills altogether, running his hands through Steve’s hair. The air around them smells like sex, but this, here, this is comfort.

“What’s wrong?” Tony whispers, kissing every inch of Steve’s face that he can reach. He sounds worried. He sounds careful.

“You’re gone,” Steve replies.

“I’m not, honey, I’m right here. Steve, look at me, please. I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.”

“No, you’re gone,” he sobs. “And—”

~

He wakes up. The bed is as cold and empty as it’s always been.

~

“I don’t know if I can do this without him,” he confesses to Bucky one night while they’re working on paperwork to get Bucky’s KIA status lifted. It’s late, and all Steve wants is for them to be done so he can go to sleep and see Tony again. It’s the only place he gets to see him these days, other than the memorials that cover the world, but those don’t really know Tony.

“I know he was Pepper’s,” he continues when Bucky doesn’t say anything. “But—fuck, Bucky, I love him.”

“Yeah,” Bucky says quietly. “I figured.”

Steve shoots him a sharp glance. Natasha had—had known. She’d figured it out way back after they all moved into the tower, but that was Natasha. He hadn’t thought he was that obvious to anyone else.

“I grew up with you, asshole,” Bucky says, punching his shoulder lightly. “And it sure as shit wasn’t me you kept thinking about calling with that phone.”

Steve very deliberately doesn’t touch his pocket, where he still keeps the flip phone even now, all these years later. He hadn’t realized Bucky had even noticed the phone. He hadn’t noticed any of them had, except for Clint, who had helped him choose it as the only one of them used to working with burner phones.

“So. What are you gonna do about it?”

Steve laughs, but it isn’t funny. “What do you mean, what am I gonna do about it? Nothing. There’s nothing I can do. I lost my chance, and now Tony is—” He stops before he can say the words.

Bucky’s expression softens, and when he touches Steve again, it’s a gentle nudge against his elbow, not a punch to his shoulder. “It’s been three months, Stevie. You still can’t say it?”

Of course he can’t. Saying it means admitting that Tony is gone, that he’s never coming back. Saying it means admitting that he failed, that he took a husband away from his wife, a father away from his daughter, and promised him they would all come back and broke it. It means admitting that the man he loves is—

He can’t say it.

~

There are lines on Tony’s face that weren’t there the last time they saw each other. His hair is a shade of silver Steve never saw in life. But his eyes are still as warm a brown as they’ve ever been, sparkling amber in the morning sunlight streaming in through the breakfast nook windows. Steve suspects, that if he looked in the mirror, he would be just the same.

“Harley called while you were on your run,” Tony says, crossing the kitchen as Steve enters. He pulls him into the sort of kiss that you give someone when you’ve known them your entire life, and Steve melts into it, winding his arms around Tony’s waist to keep him where he wants him.

“Mm, what a wakeup call,” Tony says when they finally pull apart, some sun-drenched minutes later. “Coffee? Or tea this morning?”

“Tea,” Steve says, digging in one of the cupboards for wherever Tony put the sugar this time. His husband, always so absent-minded. “What did Harley have to say?” In his waking hours, he has no idea who Harley is, but his dreaming mind supplies him with a grin that reminds him of Tony in his younger days and a job interview at SI.

“He’s getting married next year. He wants us to be there.”

“Isn’t that what the RSVP is for?”

“He wanted to check with us personally, seeing as next year is forty years together, and he thought we might have plans already.”

“Ah yes,” Steve says warmly, catching Tony’s wrist as he passes by and placing a delicate kiss on the inside. “Because I’m going to whisk you away for a whole year just to celebrate our anniversary.”

“Careful there, mister!” Tony chuckles, passing him his mug. “I might whisk you—”

~

Someone is knocking on his door. Steve fights back a snarl and the urge to hurl his shield at the door. For a moment, he wonders if whoever it is will just go away if he doesn’t answer, but all that happens is the knocking gets louder and more urgent.

“What?” he snaps, flinging the door open.

Dr. Banner looks taken aback at his response. “Oh, hey, cool, man,” he says, holding up a case. “Just thought you’d want to know that we got the Stones back. You can take them back to their timelines as soon as we’ve got another time machine up and running.”

“Gre—” Steve starts to say, only to stop when his brain catches up. “Me?”

“Well, yeah,” Dr. Banner says with a shrug. It’s very strange-looking on the man that Steve once remembers looking ill-at-home in his own bedroom. “Rhodey’s was the only one whose mission went relatively smoothly, but he’s still on bereavement leave, so I thought it was best to leave him alone. But yours and—” Steve doesn’t know what stricken expression crosses his face, but Dr. Banner just clears his throat and skips over Tony’s name. “Well. Yours was less chaotic than Thor and Rocket’s. I thought you’d be the best candidate to take them back.”

Is it Steve’s imagination or is there a slight green pulsing light emanating from the case?

“Thanks,” he says. “I appreciate the trust.”

“Yeah, don’t worry about it.”

Dr. Banner looks like he’s going to companionably punch Steve’s shoulder, and Steve automatically takes a step back. He doesn’t know if Dr. Banner’s learned to pull his punches yet—literally—or not, but he doesn’t want to risk getting thrown through a wall.

~

“You’re dead,” he admits for the first time in nearly six months. It’s only in the comfort of his own dreams, but it’s there. This Tony is the most familiar to him out of all the ones he’s dreamt. This Tony is the one he talked to the night before their mission, soft and sweet in a pair of flannel pajamas that Morgan got for him.

They’re curled together on their sides, facing each other, and Tony is squinting a little because he apparently needs glasses and refuses to admit it. Steve’s hand is resting on Tony’s hip, thumb sweeping back and forth beneath the flannel.

“You’re dead, and I killed you,” he admits, tears welling in his eyes.

“I don’t think that’s true, honey,” Tony whispers, leaning forward to kiss the tears off his cheeks.

“I did, sweetheart. I dragged you back into this life. You were out. You should have gotten to go home. I shouldn’t have had to bury you.”

“You didn’t make me do anything. No one makes Tony Stark do anything. I’m a law unto myself.”

Steve can’t help but smile at that, and it might even be true that he didn’t make Tony come back to the Avengers (come back to him), but he doesn’t know that he’ll ever stop feeling the guilt. His fault or not, it was still his request that brought him back, and that is, ultimately, what killed him.

“I have the chance to see you again,” he says eventually.

“So what’s holding you back?” Steve gives him a startled look, and Tony just smiles wryly. “You think I could have known you for as long as I did and know recognize your moods? You want to find me, but you don’t think you should.”

“I killed you. What right do I have to find you again just to make myself happy?”

“And what about what I want?” Tony argues. “Maybe I want you to, did you ever think about that?”

Tony is starting to take on the hazy quality that means Steve is waking up naturally as opposed to being startled out of his dream. Steve can nearly see through him to the bed below. He leans forward and kisses Tony’s forehead, the tip of his nose, his chin, Tony’s beard tickling his lips.

“What if I don’t get to be happy?” he breathes, barely more than a sigh. He doesn’t mean for Tony to hear him, but this is his dream. Of course, Tony hears him.

“Honey, what if you do?” Tony kisses him sweetly, then pulls him into a hug, the touch so faint now Steve almost can’t feel it.

He wakes up to Tony’s whispered, “Come find me.”

~

“Five seconds,” Dr. Banner says.

There’s not a lot that can happen in five seconds. A handshake. A smile. A kiss.

But a lifetime can be lived in the spaces between the seconds.

~

Five.

~

“I’m not your Steve, Howard,” Steve says to the astonished man standing in the foyer of the Stark Mansion off of Park Avenue. Steve never visited this place in his lifetime. Tony sold it only a year after his parents’ deaths and moved out to Malibu permanently. It’s ostentatious. Steve can see why Tony sold it. “Your Steve died when he went into the ice.”

Which is true. Back when they’d first been planning the time heist, they hadn’t had the time to determine if they were really time-travelling or visiting alternate universes, which had been one of Clint’s theories. During the six months following the battle and sending the Stones home, Dr. Banner had apparently found the time to do the research that they hadn’t done initially (maybe they should have; maybe if they had, Tony and Natasha would still be alive) and determined that it was a mix of both. And when Steve had made the decision to stay in the past, he’d done it by finding a universe that no longer has a Steve Rogers. He won’t upset some poor guy’s life like that.

“But you are a Steve,” Howard says slowly.

“Yeah,” he says with a little shrug.

“Why are you here?”

There’s movement at the corner of Steve’s vision: Tony Stark, nineteen and beautiful and perfect.

“I’m here to fix things,” he states.

“Right,” Howard says slowly, clearly not understanding, but he will. “I—uh—I got married? Um, I think Maria’s asleep, but, oh—let me introduce you to my son.” He pulls Tony out of the shadows, a proud look on his face. Steve hates that he can’t tell whether he’s prouder over Tony or having Steve back. “Steve, this is Tony. Tony, this is Captain Rogers.”

“Call me Steve,” Steve says, sticking his hand out to Tony.

A slow smirk spreads across Tony’s face. “Steve,” he purrs, and Steve shivers.

~

Four.

~

Tony is twenty-eight and beautiful at their wedding. Their marriage wouldn’t have been legal even just earlier this year—still isn’t in a lot of places around the country—but Steve’s opinion holds a lot of sway in this state, and he’s been backing gay marriage since he came back.

Tony is dancing with a pretty, young paralegal that he dubbed Pepper the first time he met her and promptly stole as his assistant, but his gaze keeps returning to Steve like an iron shaving to a magnet. His tie is loose, the first few buttons of his dress shirt undone, and his hair is mussed because Steve can’t stop running his fingers through it every time they kiss.

“Last of us to get married, huh, Captain?” Dum-Dum says, dropping down into the seat next to him. He’s nearly ninety now, but still spry, still kicking.

“There’s still Bucky,” Steve comments. It burns that he still hasn’t been able to find him though Hydra has been forcibly routed from SHIELD. Maria and Howard are safe, and Maria even attended their wedding though she left after the toasts. Howard didn’t bother to show up. Tony had declared it no great loss.

“You’ll find him,” Dum-Dum promises, clapping his shoulder. “And in the meantime, you’ve got yourself a pretty, young thing to keep you plenty busy.”

“Don’t let Tony hear you say that,” Steve warns. “He’ll rig your doorbell to explode.”

“Good. I need more excitement in my life.”

As if summoned by his name, Tony flounces over and drops into Steve’s lap, giving him a messy kiss. He’s champagne-loose and sun-bright, laughing into Steve’s mouth.

“Hello, sweetheart,” Steve murmurs fondly, hardly believing that he gets to have this.

“We should say our goodbyes,” Tony informs him, eyes dark.

“Goodbye, Dum-Dum,” Steve says immediately.

They leave the reception to Dum-Dum’s uproarious laughter.

~

Three.

~

“Sometimes, I think I dreamed you,” Tony whispers in the early morning hours before Steve is more than a little bit awake. Steve can’t drag himself out of his sleep-hazy state to reassure him that he’s real, he’s very real.

Tony is forty and whole, the arc reactor nothing more than a pet project for Tony to work on in between releasing new technology to make the world a better place. Morgan, three years old and the light of both of their lives, is asleep down the hall, the newborn twins, Peter and Harley, in the room next to her.

Soon, Steve will have to wake up. One of the twins will be hungry. Morgan will remember that it’s Christmas. Tony will want to slide down the sheets and fit his mouth around Steve’s morning wood.

But for now, the world is still and quiet, and Tony is brushing his hair back from his face.

~

Two.

~

Tony is fifty and maudlin because he went grey late and only just found a grey hair for the first time yesterday. It likely doesn’t help that his over-the-hill birthday party was yesterday, and Morgan has recently decided that she’s too old and cool to hang around her parents.

But that’s what he has Steve for. Steve, who’ll kiss his greying temples and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes and his laugh lines, who’ll fuck him like he’s young and twenty and capable of coming three times in an hour, who’ll hold him in the aftermath and tell him that he’s beautiful, he’s perfect, he’s all Steve’s.

And then, of course, Harley and Peter will rush in since neither of them has any tact, and Steve will throw the blankets over them and worm his way into his clothes underneath them before emerging to deal with whatever the twins want.

“What were you doing?” Harley asks curiously as Peter’s hand slides into Steve’s.

“Your father and I got hot,” Steve replies, which is true, after a fashion.

Rhodey, sitting at the kitchen table, chokes on a scone. Bucky, sitting next to him, just as he has every single day since Steve introduced him to his Tony and Tony’s flyboy best friend, unsympathetically pounds his back.

“I want an omelet,” Peter says, badly mangling the pronunciation. “Uncle Rhodey said he doesn’t know how, and Uncle Bucky only burned it.”

“What do we say, kiddo?” Steve asks, already getting out the eggs.

“Now,” Tony finishes, joining them. He ruffles Harley’s hair, drops a kiss on top of Peter’s head, and deliberately brushes up against Bucky, just to see his nose wrinkle when he inhales what he and Steve were up to.

“That is not what we say, sweetheart,” Steve says amusedly. “You’re teaching our children bad habits.”

“Please!” Peter shouts cheerfully.

“Yeah, honey,” Tony purrs, hand ghosting across the front of Steve’s pants. “Please.”

~

One.

~

“Remember what we were like at our wedding?” Tony asks. His hair is completely white now, but then again, so is Steve’s.

“I remember you convincing me to leave early,” Steve says, kissing him.

Tony chuckles. “Yeah.” He looks at Peter, dancing with his new husband in the middle of the dancefloor. Peter never did learn how to dance, not like either of his siblings, but that’s alright. The people who love him don’t care about his flailing.

“You want to leave early again?”

Steve grins at him. “Of course.”

~

Zero.

~

“You wanna tell me about her?” Sam asks, looking younger than Steve can ever remember being.

A lifetime passes in five seconds. Tony, smiling at him when he’s nineteen and ninety and all the years in between. The way Morgan’s hair twirls around her when she dances at her wedding. His first kiss with Tony, in the middle of a parking lot in the pouring rain. Harley throwing a snowball at the girl down the street—he’ll grow up to marry her one day. Tony’s eyes lighting up as the miniaturized arc reactor turns on for the first time. Peter tucked into his side as he reads him a bedtime story. Bucky and Rhodey and Pepper and Natasha, piling in for a family photo on Tony’s birthday.

Tony, Tony, Tony.

“No,” he says, smiling to himself. “No, I don’t think I will.”

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“Yeah, yeah. I was wrong on when a movie came out,” To add to the bet, Rhodey pushed the black coat like jacket. Fixed the western style hat, before taking a seat by Happy, flipping Jennie upside as the younger cackled.

“You should have known! Come on!” Jennie accused a smug look on her face as she looked at her older brother. Rhodey glowered.

Tony laughed more even though James stared confused along with Uliss. Rhodey did a mocking hand signal, “Jennie, I hate that movie. That movie sucks! TONY, he likes that movie!”

“Oh come on! You have to admit, that movie was perfection.”

“NO.” Rhodey threw back finger jutting out, the straight wig waving out, “I swear to god Tony, that movie makes me want to swallow five bullets.”

Another wheeze from the genius, Tony grinned at Rhodey. The philanthropist kissed the baby head as he crawled over flicking on the television, “I think we need to appreciate Snoop Dogg for what he tried to do.”

“NOOOO.” Rhodey covered his face, already dreading what is happening.

Happy snorted texting someone, “Pepper and Mecili are down.”

Tony hissed excitedly. Rhodey groaning in pain covering his face, “Tones, please fucking spare me.”

“Nope.” The curly haired man cackled as the others filled in.

Steve stalled seeing Rhodey dressed like a lone ranger, desperado and… Steve swallowed down seeing James cocking an eye at him before a light smirk started. The ex-assassin mumbled out to Uliss, "Uncle Steve is blushing."

Uliss eyes flickered, a happy "STEEB!"

(LOL, yes. This part of a fanfic I am working on for the Enass AU, and absolutely loving the fact I have Tony and Rhodey being movie buffs.)

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[just-dreaming-marvel]

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LESSONS IN LOVE ~ 9

You were awake before Obi-Wan. He still had his arms around you. Carefully, you turned toward him. You were thankful you were feeling better to allow yourself to move. You took a sharp inhale as your eyes raked over his face. Obi-Wan was truly a gorgeous man.

I'M FROM BROOKLYN, TOO ~ 159

Spring was finally making its appearance, which meant that Peter and Harley were beginning to spend weekends at the cabin doing yard work. Y/N had told them that there was no need, she, Morgan, and Natasha would do it. But the boys were insistent. It was nice though when they were around. Morgan adored them and they adored her. She had older brothers who would clearly do anything to help her. 

Harley, Morgan, and Peter were playing tag while Y/N sat on the porch watching when Rhodey arrived. She couldn’t help but roll her eyes at the presidential brigade with him. Getting out of his limo, Rhodey shot her a smile before his eyes snapped toward the sound of a voice.

“Uncle Rhodey!” Morgan squealed, stopping the game of tag to rush toward him.

“Mo,” he smiled, crouching down to meet Morgan. The two hugged. He looked up to see the two boys. “Peter, Harley.”

“Mr. President, sir,” Peter responded.

Rhodey shook his head. “Peter, it’s okay, call me Rhodey.” He smiled and gave a nod toward Harley before looking at Y/N. 

“Come play with us, Uncle!” Mo tried to get Rhodey to come with her.

“I will after I talk to your mom. Go play with the boys and I’ll be out to join soon.” Rhodey headed for the house.

“To what do we owe this pleasure, Mr. President?” Y/N teased.

Rhodey shook his head with a chuckle. “I will never get used to that."

A TERRIBLE ACCIDENT ~ PART 3

Bucky wouldn’t allow any of the Wakandans inside his cell, including Shuri. Luckily, Shuri had the technology to be able to still run the needed tests. It took her a few hours to finish running what she needed to before gathering the team into one of the conference rooms. Shuri didn’t put any of the information she gathered on the screens yet. Not wanting any of the team members to read ahead.

“What have you found, Shuri?” Steve asked, unable to wait any longer. He was worried for his best friend.

“As I feared, something has happened to the rewiring that we had done to Barnes and the Winter Soldier was able to return,” she admitted. Steve’s face dropped while the other team members tried to keep their composure. “My team and I are coming up with a plan. We think that we can do the same protocol—“

“The protocol didn’t work?” Tony questioned with a scoff.

“There are tweaks that can be made. I was hoping to have your help, Stark, as well as Dr. Banner’s.”

“How will you do the protocol when Barnes won’t allow anyone in the cell with him?” Asked Sam.

“With the previous protocol, we put him in cryo until I could—“

“No. No,” Steve interrupted. “Bucky cannot go under again.”

“Let Shuri finish, Steve,” Nat said.

“As I was saying,” Shuri continued, “we put Barnes in cryo and then woke him up to do the protocol. With his resistance to even having people in the same room as him, I believe we need to have him under the whole time and wake him only to test it.”

“He won’t agree to this,” said Sam. “Not at all.”

“He’ll do it for Y/N,” Steve defended. “He’ll do anything for Y/N.”

“He believes that shutting himself away is for Y/N’s sake,” Wanda said. “I don’t know if he will believe that this will actually work after this.”

“Y/N can convince him.”

“Y/N’s not allowed to go anywhere near Barnes,” Tony said. “As per his orders and mine. It’s for the best."

THE BOND BETWEEN US ~ 86

The command room was bustling with action as officers got the base up and running again. You stood near the edge, watching it all unfold as you watched your breathing and honed in on the Force. A saber was in each of your hands as you prepared for the fight ahead. At 75 years old, you were still healthy and strong but time and life still had done a number on you. You knew that any fight could be your last—which had always been the case but this was different. Your age now was a factor in both your strengths and weaknesses.

“General,” Finn called, pulling you from your meditative state. You turned your head to look at him. “Are you alright?”

You gave him a small, thankful smile. “I’m fine.”

“Are you sure?” 

You noticed how his eyes glanced at something nearby. Your eyes followed his line of sight to see that the pebbles in the corner of the floor were floating. You quickly refocused yourself, causing the pebbles to clatter to the ground.

THE TRUTH ABOUT LOVE ~ 17

The Gala was in the Stark Industries Tower in the downtown part of the city. Steve drove there in his truck and parked down in the private parking garage. When he got out to walk around to open your door, you allowed yourself to take a few deep calming breaths. You were nervous. Galas weren’t your normal—Steve’s life wasn’t your life. But you wanted to come to support him.

“Don’t worry,” he whispered, lips brushing up against your ear. “You’re stunning.” He kissed above your ear as he linked your arms together. 

“That’s not what I’m worried about,” you mumbled.

CAUGHT IN A WEB ~ 10

Your eyes were closed as you lay on the bed. Your injured arm was laid out straight, pointing away from your body. Helen’s cradle was over it, working its magic. None of this night had gone as you had planned. You thought it was going to be an easy night, spending time with Tony in a way that you were completely comfortable with. Now, you were injured in the med bay, and your secret was out to the whole Team.

Sensing Tony coming in, you didn’t bother opening your eyes. You and Tony needed to talk but now was not the place or time. Tony came in and sat down on the chair beside you.

“So… do they all know now?” You whispered though you knew the answer.

“They do,” Tony replied. “But I told them not to bother you about it… When did Romanoff and Maximoff find out?”

You sighed. “About a week ago. I snuck away to meet up with you in the middle of girl's night.”

“Yikes,” Tony winced. “I could have told you that was a bad idea.”

You turned your head in his direction and looked at him. “I’m sure.”

Tony looked at you, really looked at you. Something took over him before he could stop himself. “I’m taking you out.”

“What? You are?”

“Yes, tomorrow night.”

“Tony, I don’t know—“

“Nowhere fancy, just this hidden little place I frequent. It’s open 24 hours, but we can go at our normal meet-up time.”

“I… are you sure?”

“Y/N, honey,” Tony grabbed your free hand, “I’m sure.”

[descendants-imagine-darker]

Does the war ever end?

(Part 5)

2016

There was chaos amongst the avengers. After six years Daisy had lived with and loved the people who had come into her life during that time. She learned from them, laughed with them and in moments that had resulted in her parents being furious with her - fought with them.

But now it was different.

Ever since Sokovia there was tension, her father’s mix of guilt and paranoia about what had happened and might come next was something that she didn’t enjoy witnessing as she worked with him in his lab A deep sinking of worry weighed in her when she decided to call it quits close to midnight and go to bed while he still worked.

She’d knew that he’d been working until the next morning when he dragged himself into the kitchen with bags under his eyes. Something was eating at him but every time she asked he’d reply the same “I’m fine kiddo”.

This morning started the same but it wasn’t. At two o’clock in the afternoon the entire team came back to the tower silent. Now they sat in the living room arguing about a new accord that had been passed through the United Nations and soon to be ratified.

She sat slumped in the stairwell against the wall after her father had told her to go up to her room.

The main argument had mostly been between her dad and Steve Rogers, a man who she considered her uncle. He’d taught her to draw and took her on walks to the park whenever he was living in the tower in New York. The argument that ensued broke her heart and terrified her at the same time.

The voices of Natasha Romanoff, Sam Wilson, Rhodey and Vision had been prominent during the discussion. All people that she adored as family.

“If we sign this we sign away our right to choose” Steve voiced, she could no doubt sense her fathers eyes rolling at the statement.

“ Yeah… oh that’s Charles Spencer by the way, he spent his spring break trying to make a difference building sustainable housing in Sokovia, not that it matters now because we were too busy kicking ass”

“The safest hands are still our own and not only that, this bill would put a target on anyone who is differents back - that includes Daisy if you haven’t forgot” Steve scolded.

“Maybe Tony is right, if we have one hand on the wheel we can still steer” Natasha cut in “But we have made some very public mistakes and we need to win the councils trust back”

Tony stilled at her “you’re agreeing with me?”

“Oh I want to take it back”

“No it’s too late” he half joking replied but his point still remaining the same.

“We need to be put in check, the rest of the world is nervous at a mostly U.S group sticking their nose in the rest of the world’s buisness ” he announced to the room.

Then he returned to his initial debate with Steve

“And Don’t talk to me about my kid Rogers, imagine what they’ll do to her without this as protection, I don’t want her in prison, frankly I don’t want her in this line of work at all!.. Anything I can do to keep her out of trouble is worth it, even if it means preventing her from using her power”

“She’s sixteen Tony! You can’t control her like you do with everything else!”

“I’M NOT TRYING TOO, Daisy is my kid and the issue of super powered beings puts her in danger especially since she was in Sokovia. The governments of the world don’t see us as hero’s cap, they see us as a threat with no jurisdiction and no way of protecting their sovereignty - in their eyes WE are the enemy!”

He paused, his exhaustedness showing through to the team.

“Daisy is powerful and we don’t know the extent of that, but if I can shield it now, stop her from being persecuted by the world then I will damn well try.

Whatever it takes.” He breathed finally.

Daisy’s hands clenched at his remark, not paying attention to the rest of the argument that was only escalating, she knew that her dad meant well but the anger at being labelled as the enemy was palpitating throughout her. The electric green energy of her power roiled across her clenched knuckles becoming more violent as her feelings grew more intense. Tears came to her eyes in frustration, she tried to stop it but it just grew more violent instead.

More tears flowed down her face as the energy in her hands only grew worse, she shook out her hands in an attempt to make it go away, instead a great blast shot out and melted the steel railing across from her as the door to her left clambered open. She choked on a gasp and tried to scramble away from whoever was coming out tripping and tumbling down the steps as she did.

She stared wide eyed from the bottom of the landing at Steve who had come through the door, luckily it was loud enough to cover the sound of her blast. They locked eyes for what seemed like forever, both of them breathing heavy, both understanding that the other was in pain.

Steve looked at the little girl that he’d known almost since he’d came out of the ice into this new life. She looked so scared curled up in herself and the realisation that she’d heard all the shouting from him and her dad made the turmoil in him rage deeper.

He shook his line of sight away from her, looking down noticing the melted rail as she slowly moved to sit up. He sighed in defeat and shook his head, he leaned next to it on his tail bone whilst pinching his nose, for a brief moment Daisy could see the great tiredness of the 93 year old. The text he’d received in all the commotion bringing a newfound sense of loneliness and pain weighed on him.

Daisy watched his shoulders shake before she called to him.

“Steve?”

“Yeah?”

“Are you ok?”

He tried to regain himself “yeah, everything’s fine”

Her red rimmed eyes looked at him with a saddnes that had become residential in her expressions as of late.

“No your not… I see that look in my dads eyes, somethings wrong”

Her lip quivered “you just don’t want to tell me… you can be honest… I can handle it”

He looked at her fully again and his eyes softened “Peggy passed away”

“Oh, I’m sorry” she spoke meekly

“No” he cut her off “I’m sorry” he sank down beside her so that they were at eye level, he crossed his legs and took her hand.

“This shouldn’t happen…you’re a good kid, you shouldn’t be caught up in this” His words fluctuated between meaning but she appreciated that even when he was in pain he tried to make her feel better.

“I’m a danger”

“No” he said definitely again “your dad…” he let out another heavy sigh “your dad means well but”

“But people like us can’t be controlled, that makes us dangerous” she cut him off.

“It makes others scared, we try and do good but mistakes happen”

Daisy looked down thoughtfully “Are they gonna take me away?”

Steve shook his head “Your dad would never let that happen - I wouldn’t - none of us would ever let that happen” he squeezed her hand. There was so much he wanted to say but his thoughts mixed with his grief and confusion left him at a loss for words.

So he settled on this

“No matter what happens I want you to know that you are so loved and you will never be alone.”

They both nodded half heartedly, each silently acknowledging that in this new dawn

Nothing was known.

————————————

When you are in a situation when nothing is known it’s good to take stock of what you do know.

As of right now Steve is on the run along with Wanda, Sam and Steve’s newly refound friend Bucky as far as she knew.

She knew that her dad was growing more anxious the more Secretary Ross hounded him about Steves whereabouts and coincidentally Natasha’s too.

Daisy had never liked Ross, he’d always regarded her curtly and with what she saw as a sneer. More recent events hadn’t had made any difference. In fact she flinched a little harder at his barking in the next room.

“You listen here Stark, you bring Rogers and Barnes in or you’re done! got it?”

“I can’t find them any faster! Every time we close in he just doubles down, people will get hurt”

“Well quite frankly I don’t give a damn about people, I want them detained. And you need to remember you’re not the only one on the line here”

A dark pause hung in the air as Tony processed what he said “what the hell is that supposed to mean?”

His head snapped to the door where he heard a shout and shuffling come from the hall way. As he entered two guards had restrained his daughter and were dragging her as she struggled trying to yell as one of them covered her mouth.

Surging forward he was stopped by Ross’ hand on his chest forcing him back. Tony looked to him bewildered and horrified at what was happening. He couldn’t ignore his daughter screaming as he moved past trying to get to her as she was dragged further down the hall.

What Ross said next stopped him in his tracks.

“You’re daughter will be detained until Rogers and his accomplices are behind bars.”

“No way in hell!” Tony yelled back marching further down the hall. Two more guards eclipsed the ones taking Daisy away from him grabbing his shoulders and dragging him back to the Secretary. He struggled more as her piercing screams became fainter the further she was dragged.

Ross stepped between him and the path leading to her “The world is becoming a more dangerous place and after Sokovia it’s only a matter of time before she becomes a problem too. You want her released, bring them in.”

“You have 24 hours before her cell locks for good.”

“Where will you hold her?”

“only place strong enough for people like her”

“She’s just a kid”

“Then I suggest as her father you don’t fail her.”

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This took a while and it’s super long but it’s an important transition for who Daisy is shaping up to be.

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Marvel

Trope: hurt/comfort pt. 3

identity reveal

The first time Rhodey meets Peter Parker, it’s barely six months after the whole shitshow in Germany and he’s checking in to make sure Tony isn’t drunk off his ass or loopy with caffeine and sleep deprivation again.

The second time he meets Peter Parker, the kid’s cooking in Tony’s kitchen like he’s been there his whole life.

The third time he meets Peter Parker, he’s bleeding out on Tony’s couch, and that’s not even the weirdest thing about this kid.

Or, five times Rhodey doesn’t figure out Spider-Man’s identity, and one time he does.

. . . . .

listen to the voice inside your head

Steve gave Tony a searching look before he nodded, addressing the table. “Looks like we have a new player on the scene.”

Bruce sat up, adjusting his glasses to take a closer at the image that was projected on the hologram in the middle of the room.

Spidey.

Bruce nearly jolted out of his chair when he heard Hulk’s deep rumbling in the back of his mind. There was on onslaught of joy that was not his own and his breath caught in his chest at the feeling. Hulk, very rarely, felt joy unless he was smashing things.

OR

Everyone has forgotten who Peter Parker is - except for the Hulk

. . . . .

the human equivalent of a radio +

Rhodey makes a gasping sound that he's sure Tony can hear. "Oh, damn," he repeats. "Damn. Spider-Man. You hurt?"

Of course he is. Of course. Rhodey can see the damage, the blackened material of the kid's suit. The way he's swaying on his feet.

Rhodey just shot him. Just shot Tony's kid.

. . . . .

when you invest your love (you invest your life)

“Hi Peter. I’m your uncle Ben.”

Peter doesn’t open his eyes, doesn’t even move - completely content and asleep as Ben brings him closer.

He’d made a promise to himself years ago that he’d do anything to keep Richard safe.

And now, holding his nephew in his arms - Ben knew that his promise had now transformed into something else.

Peter was Richard’s son.

Ben would do anything for him.

It was his greatest honor.

It was his responsibility.

. . . . .

wingman

Holy shit, Rhodey thought. Tony’s a dad.

#peter parker #spiderman #tony stark #irondad and spiderson #spiderson #irondad #ironman

[diana-bookfairchild]

@fluffbruary Day 23

Peter Parker was Morgan Stark’s absolute favourite person.

Everyone knew that. Peter himself couldn’t deny it, no mater how much it flustered him.

Rhodey laughed and pouted at being replaced as the fun uncle. Happy rolled his eyes. May smiled at him and told him Mo had good taste. Ned went to pieces in excitement. Mrs. Potts always got this sad smile on her face which meant she was remembering Mr. Stark, so Peter had never dared to go past just complaining about it.

There wasn’t much to complain about. Morgan was amazing. She was only five, but she held herself with the grace of a much older lady, talked like a professor, and could bring about the mischief and chaos of someone his age.

Peter adored her. He remembered being younger and begging his parents and later Ben and May for a younger sibling. Mo was everything he’d imagined, and so much more.

He’d just. . . He’d never thought he’d know Mr. Stark’s child, well, without the man being there himself to be the annoying fairy godmother figure he was.

Mrs. Potts had told him that she didn’t intend on superheroes being too big a part of her daughter’s life, and Peter had offered to go. She’d shaken her head and said that Peter was more than Spider-Man, that Mr. Stark had loved Peter Parker as much as, if not more than Spider-Man, and she wanted those who knew him best – him, Rhodey and Happy – as much around Mo as possible.

Peter had ducked his head and blushed, and he’d sworn he would be the best big brother possible.

That meant being indulgent with sweets and other treats, but only with her mom’s permission and within limits. It meant answering every question she had and occupying her huge brain so she didn’t feel bored at school. It meant telling her all about her dad. It meant walking on the ceiling, her precious cargo in his hands. It meant Peter would burn the world down for her.

He was spending the weekend at the lake house again, and Mrs. Potts had told him it was okay to take Morgan to the garage workshop until dinner when he’d asked.

Everything in there fascinated Morgan to no end, and Peter wasn’t sure if it was the objects themselves, or the fact that her dad had once used them.

“Peter, Petey!” Morgan called, holding something up. Peter turned from the schematic diagram curiously. “What’s this? It doesn’t look like anything useful. Is it junk? Can I use it for my scrap metal project?”

“Hmm,” Peter hummed playfully as he made his way to her. “Lesson one of the mysterious lab, Miss Morgan Hope Stark.”

Morgan giggled. “What is it?”

Peter swung her into his arms. “Nothing is as it seems!”

He pressed the sides of it, revealing it to be a capsule. At his touch, it opened to show the camera inside. “Your dad based it on the Snitch, from Harry Potter,” he explained. “It reacts only to … my touch now,” he finished sadly.

Morgan gasped in awe. “It’s cool,” she said. “Definitely not scrap. Is there anything on the camera?”

Peter flicked through the photos on storage. “Hmm. . . Let’s see. We didn’t exactly use it much before. . .” He trailed off, but the word Thanos echoed in their thoughts. “Oh, would you look at that.”

The camera projected a hologram on the wall – of Peter, in his ballet performance for Christmas that Mr. Stark had come to see. The Peter onscreen performed a near perfect arabesque – he was still proud of that one – before moving to a pirouette and chasse.

Morgan clapped her hands together delightedly. “Peter! I didn’t know you danced!”

“Well, it’s only casual,” Peter said quickly. “I’m not a serious dancer – honestly, I wasn’t too good before the spider bite. I was asthmatic and tripped over everything—”

Morgan ignored his rambling, the way she did everything she considered beneath her notice. “But you can dance! You can teach me ballet!”

“I didn’t even know you were interested,” Peter said in astonishment.

“I wasn’t,” Morgan said impatiently, the underlying Keep up, big brother very clear. “But if you do ballet, it can’t be all that bad. And mom wants me to ‘increase my repertoire and get out of my comfort zone’.” She sounded extremely put out at that. “This is perfect! And then you and I can spend more time together! FRI, play ballet music!”

“Woah, Momo,” Peter grabbed her and set her on the table. She folded her arms sulkily. “Not so fast. What have we said about whims?”

“That I need to think through them before acting on them,” Morgan muttered petulantly. “I don’t see why that’s necessary.”

God, she sounded like her dad. Peter felt a wave of crushing grief pass through him, and he steadied himself, taking a breath.

“Petey?” She sounded uncertain, suddenly.

“When you’re all grown up like me,” Peter said in a tone of haughty superiority. “You’ll see exactly why it’s necessary. Till then, Madam, you have to follow it.”

“You talk like you’re as old as Uncle Thor,” Morgan rolled her eyes, but acquiesced. “Okay. Why can’t we do ballet now?”

Peter ruffled her hair gently. “That’s my girl. And first, we need to talk to your mom to see if she really will be as eager as you say. Then we need to get you the stuff you need – pointe shoes, for one. And we certainly won’t be dancing here.”

Morgan nodded. “There is a lot of breakable stuff in here,” she allowed. “And we don’t want to destroy any of Dad’s things.”

“Nah,” Peter agreed quietly. “We don’t.”

“Can we go talk to Mom now? It’s time for dinner anyway,” she pointed at the clock.

“Sure,” Peter said, beginning to pack up. “First pick up your crayons, and put all the things you took out back in the box.”

“Okay,” she said, and they worked hurriedly, Morgan as organized and methodical as her mother. “Done, Petey?”

“Yep,” he held his hand out to her, and swallowed the lump in his throat as he felt her smaller one curl into it. Mr. Stark isn’t here. I am. She’s my little sister. Mine to protect.

Mrs. Potts greeted them, looking haggard, but smiling. “Hi, sweethearts. Do you mind if we just have a snack for dinner tonight? There’s enough for you, Peter, and tomorrow’s breakfast will be big, I promise, but I needed to handle a call with the board. I can make something now if you need though.”

Peter shrugged, concerned. Mrs. Potts reminded him of May in the first few months after Ben. She was taking on far too much, and he didn’t know how to help.

May says it’s enough to just be there, he reminded himself.

“I’m fine with it, Mom,” Morgan said.

“I am too,” Peter said. “Mrs. Potts, if it’s just a snack, why don’t we take a blanket out beside the lake and have a picnic?”

“Ooh, sounds fun!” Morgan said. “Please, mom? Please?”

Mrs. Potts looked hesitant, but smiled then. “Sure, why not. Give me a moment. Peter, can you pack the food? Morgan, get one of the picnic blankets out, please.”

They went to do as she said, Peter considering what he could do to help her. He hadn’t known Mrs. Potts too well before the Blip, but Mr. Stark had loved her, and that had been enough for him. “You can leave the phone here,” he insisted.

She pursed her lips. “Peter—”

“Seriously, Mrs. Potts,” he continued. “They can survive for your half-an-hour dinner break. Mo!” He called to his sister, who was running forward. “Wait up!”

Mrs. Potts looked at him with a half-rueful half-tender expression. “You may be right,” she gave in. “At any rate, Morgan looks ready to combust with impatience.”

Morgan had picked a Spider-Man blanket, which she looked very proud of as she spread it on the grass. “It’s you, Petey!” She said happily. “How do you like it?”

Peter swallowed the lump in his throat, remembering buying his own merchandise for the first time and swinging to Stark Tower to show it to Mr. Stark. “It’s amazing, Mo.” He said quietly. Mrs. Potts gave him a look of quiet empathy, and they commiserated in their grief.

“Mom, you remember when you said I needed to develop new skills?” Morgan asked, as she finished her second sandwich.

Mrs. Potts was having a cookie. “Yes, dear,” she said. “Have you changed your mind about learning French from FRIDAY?”

“No,” Morgan denied, and Peter made a note to get the whole story from her later. “But Peter knows how to dance, and he said he would teach me!”

“Ballet,” Peter added hastily, in case Mrs. Potts thought of the ‘dances’ most teenagers did. “I’ve been learning since I was a kid, for almost eight years now. I’m not qualified to teach, but I could show the basics for about a year, until you’re ready to join a proper class, or you get bored of it.”

Morgan scowled. “I won’t get bored of it!”

“If you say so,” Mrs. Potts looked at them contemplatively. “Yes, I remember Tony telling me about your Christmas performance. The Nutcracker, wasn’t it?”

Peter blinked, still startled at every evidence that Mr. Stark had really, truly cared about him. “Yeah,” he said softly. “Yeah, it was.”

Morgan furrowed her eyebrows, clearly committing that to memory, as she did everything about her father.

“What would you need?” She asked.

“Well, the second sitting room is large enough to pass for a studio,” Peter began. “And FRI’s there to play music. We’ll need some equipment to stretch, and ballet shoes for Morgan – and a tutu and leggings – but that’s about it.”

Mrs. Potts nodded, graciously as though she were a queen, as she did everything, Peter thought. “Very well. We can do that. You’ll take the lessons whenever you come up?”

“I think,” Peter responded. “Once school starts up it’ll be harder, so maybe some video calls then, but, it might be too much.”

“We’ll see,” Mrs. Potts agreed. Then: “I’m proud of you for taking initiative, Morgan,” she added. Morgan beamed. “Even if it was only to spend time with Peter.”

“I want to learn ballet too,” Morgan protested. “It’s not just that!”

“Really?” Her mom teased. “Eat more, Peter. Your metabolism will barely be satisfied with that much.”

Peter sighed, taking another snack. “Yes, Mrs. Potts.”

“Yes, I am!” Morgan’s voice rose in a tantrum. “I’m going to be the best ballet dancer in the whole, wide world!”

“Wow,” Peter said in overexaggerated awe. “I’m sure you will. You can do anything you put your mind to. I can’t wait to see it.”

The rest though, was honest. Morgan Stark was already amazing, and even though he hated that her father wouldn’t be there, Peter couldn’t wait to see her grow up to be a star and live her life.

(In the years to come Morgan Stark would gain a degree in Mathematics and Astrophysics, and take SI into a new era. And every time she danced, crowds would rise to give her a standing ovation. Morgan would give the credit to her childhood teacher, whose name and face, unfortunately, neither she nor her mother could remember. Somehow, for some reason, she associated them with Spider-Man.)

#fluffbruary #fluffbruary 2023 #marvel cinematic universe #spider man #peter parker #mcu peter parker #morgan stark #pepper potts #siblings

[earliebirb]

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I'm organizing a Marvel Trumps Hate 2022 pod bid for a SteveTony Top Gun + Top Gun Maverick AU fic written by the talented @areiton, and with your help, we can make our SteveTony Top Gun AU dreams come true! :D

Author: Areiton

Auction: Marvel Trumps Hate 2022

Prompt: A SteveTony Top Gun + Top Gun Maverick AU, loosely based on the relationship of Iceman and Maverick

About the prompt: The following is the rough plot we have in mind for now, but we can always tweak and change things before Areiton begins the writing process (if we win the auction). If you join the pod bid, you get to participate in the discussion for the plot–if you want! :D Steve and Tony are two naval aviators who were chosen to attend Top Gun, the elite Naval Fighter Weapons School that trains the top one percent of US Navy pilots. They don’t get along at first due to their different flying and fighting approaches, but they eventually fall in love and quietly get together–the classic enemies/rivals-to-lovers trope. 

Tony never advances past Captain because he likes to fly. Steve reluctantly does. Both of them are crushed when Ben (Peter’s uncle aka the Goose of this AU, iykyk) dies in a flying accident, especially Tony. Fast forward years and years later. Tony is still crushed about Ben’s death. Steve tells him it’s not his fault, but try telling that to Peter (the Rooster of this AU), who is the new hotshot at Top Gun. Where Rhodey just sent Tony to teach.

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[mrs-johansson]

Chapter 3: Dark Phoenix I - Goddess of Fire

Part 12;

“You called?” Happy stepped inside my office. “Yes, hi. Can you please take me home? Natasha drove me in the morning and I don’t have a car,” I looked at the man and he smiled kindly. “Of course, when do you want to leave?” “I’ll get my stuff and we can go.” “Alright, I’ll be at the front,” he nodded. “Thank you, Happy.”

***

“So, how was the meeting?” Happy asked as we were on our way. “Haven’t you heard?” I glanced at him while prepping my elbow up to the side of the door, leaning my head against my palm. “I did, I just wanted to hear your side,” he shrugged. “Men suck. Not everyone of course, but most do. This Brook guy is just a dick and since he’s in the army, Rhodey took his side. So I got angry and said a couple of things that I think are true and they needed to hear it. But you know, I’m my father's daughter so you can imagine my attitude,” I scoffed thinking about the situation. “And I also know that you don’t get angry easily, so they must have been real assholes.” “Oh they were, believe me.”

For the rest of the ride, we were basically gossiping about the company staff. I was listening to all the scoop Happy found out about the people who work with us and honestly, I just love this. Happy is always there for me and I feel blessed that I have someone like him. He is like my uncle but also like a big brother.

“Thank you for the ride, Happy.” “You’re welcome. And don’t stay mad, it attracts wrinkles,” he winked before I closed the door with a big smile and he drove away.

Walking up to the door, our doorman opened the entrance with a kind smile and I was hoping my smile seemed genuine. As soon as I reached the elevator, I stepped out of my heels and picked them up. Pressed the metal button of the elevator and just in a second the door opened and I walked in. I adjusted my hair in the mirror and smoothed out the wrinkles on my blouse.

Hearing the ding of the elevator, I turned around and walked to our door. The beautiful black wooden door with the gray numbers on it was just a relief to see.

Struggling to find my keys in my bag, I knocked on the door so Nat would open it for me.

Still searching for the keys, just as my fingers tangled in the set, the door opened.

Quickly looked up and there was Nat. Her hair in a low bun as her hair grew so much that she could tie it up now. A baggy shirt was hanging on her shoulder, revealing her sharp collarbone, and just as her neck met her shoulder there was a fading red line, she must have just scratched it.

Tight shorts were barely visible on her as the shirt mostly covered it, but her perfectly shaped thighs were on display, for my eyes only. She stood barefoot on the wooden floor, looking just as desirable as always.

Her words broke my trans as she repeated the same thing for the third time. “Are you okay?” I looked up at her eyes, blinking away the haze. “Yeah, sorry I just… You look pretty,” I smiled at her puzzled look. She tilted her head and looked me up and down. Her eyes stuck on the pair of heels dangling from my hand.

Natasha stepped away from the doorway and I walked in, stopping in front of her to lean and peck her lips. As I was gonna let her go, her hand held onto my waist while the other closed the door.

I let my heels fall to the ground, my arms instantly going around Nat’s neck, holding onto the back of her head. Broke away from the kiss just to take a breath and gave a sloppy kiss on her cheek. “I missed you extra today,” I mumbled into her shoulder as I hugged her body close. Her soft hand was going up and down on my back as the other was playing with my hair.

“Did something happen? How was the presentation?” Asked Natasha, curiously lifting her head away, wanting to see my face. “Let me sit down first, I had to stand all day,” I sighed and pulled her to the kitchen where I sat on a bar chair right by the counter.

Nat stood between my legs, holding both my hands and caressing the back of them. “Brook was there… again. He was an asshole the whole time and after everything, Rhodey came up to me and he took that fuckers side and didn’t even try to understand my side of the story and I just got so angry,” I said a little frustrated about the whole thing. “But you did great, didn’t you?” Natasha asked, brushing a piece of hair behind my ear. “I-I guess… it’s just you know, very fucking frustrating when some asshole tries to ruin your work for no reason and your supposed to be long time friend doesn’t take your side,” I played with the hem of her shirt. “Next time I see him, Brook, I will break his jaw,” I quickly looked up at her and saw the little devilish smirk pulling on her full lips. “I can do that too,” I raised an eyebrow and she cupped my face with her hands, tilting my head up slightly. “Yes, I know, but it’s not good for the business if you go around and kick people in the jaw.” I shrugged at her words and Nat chuckled. She kept her eyes locked on mine, her thumb brushing under my eye. “I love you,” the light whisper over my lips sent shivers down my spine. “I love you.”

Tilted my head just enough to connect our lips. I slid my hands over to the back of her thighs, bringing her closer. “Hmm… baby you’re doing it again,” Natasha moaned in my mouth, her lips falling on the side of my neck. “Do what?” I questioned with a smirk pulling on my lips. “You know. Let me love you baby,” her kisses trailed down my neck as she was nibbling with my suit jacket. “Please detka… you know I would never hurt you.” She was licking and biting my skin like she was ordered to do. Tried to contain my moans and whimpers but she basically sunk her teeth into my skin and I couldn’t hold it much longer. “You’ve been wearing all these skirts and gosh I can’t hold myself back anymore baby. Can’t you see I long for you, hmm?” I ran my hand through her red locks, letting the hair tie fall to the ground. Pushed her face further into my cleavage as Natasha was basically eating down my blouse. She was undoing button after button, speaking her way under my skirt making fall all over again and making my walls crumble down.

“Gosh I crave you every minute of day,” her words just made my heart beat so fast as if I was running a marathon. I quickly got rid of my jacket and stood up, grabbing her face and kissing Natasha oh so passionately. Our lips crashed together, teeth knocked against the others but we didn’t care because it just felt right. Letting myself fall into her touch and fully letting her take control was a big step but man did it feel like heaven?

“Ah, aren’t you desperate?” She asked cockily , dragging her nails down my exposed stomach. “Just for you, honey,” I slid my hands down to her sides, bringing the shirt over her head, letting me see her fully naked upper body. “You’re definitely a boobs person,” Natalia said jokingly but I looked up in her eyes with a serious look. “Excuse you, but I’m a thighs person.” She laughed at my statement, but quickly brought me closer by the sides of my fully opened blouse. “Yeah, well I am a boobs person so I would like to get rid of these if you don’t mind,” her words were dragged down my neck as she was licking my skin all the way to the valley of my breasts, pulling down my blouse. “How can you be cocky in these moments too… gosh and even with a straight face,” I mumbled but the next moment Natasha reached behind my thighs and picked me up like it was the easiest thing. “It’s the way to your pants baby,” she looked up at me with a proud smile and I gently hit her shoulder while also wrapping my legs around her waist keeping myself secure too. “That is not true.” “It isn’t? My bad, but it works every time,” she kissed my collarbone while making our way to the bedroom.

***

“Moya lyubov’ (my love)…” Felt the buzzing on Natasha’s chest as she was speaking. “Hm?” I followed the line of one of her scars alongside the right side of her rib cage. “How are you feeling?” She asked. I stopped touching the healed wound and lifted my head and put my chin on my hand which laid on her upper chest.

Her hypothesizing green eyes were staring at me with so much love that it was almost hard to believe that this moment was real. Soft caresses gave me goosebumps on my back, as her fingertips danced around my bare back. Our legs were tangled as we laid between the black silk sheets.

“Like I’m on drugs,” I said bluntly and her face did not change one bit. She understood the feeling. “Everything is so addicting about you and I just can’t get enough. That’s how I feel. 24/7.” Natasha’s pupils got wider, and her touches slowed down. “You know I would die for you.” She said out of nowhere, but it did not surprise me.

“And I would for you.” I said it back, looking right in her soul and trying my best to show her what she makes me feel. She is my drug, and I don’t have one clean vein in my body.

****************************************************

Thais would be the last part in Chapter 3🖤 thank you for the love with this one too, I’ll be soon posting Chapter 4: Captain America: The Winter Soldier - Partners in crime ❤️‍🔥

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[spicler-man]

uncle rhodey fic recs

masterlist here

Father & Son by peterparkr for ephemeralstark

Rhodey’s certain about two things. The kid is definitely Tony’s son. The kid is also Spider-Man.

OR

Rhodey meets Peter and tries to become the best uncle that he can be.

carpool introductions by sapphirestark

“It’s - it’s nice to meet you too, Colonel Rhodes, sir. I’m Peter. Uh, Parker.”

“I heard.” Rhodey smiled. Well, teenage Tony had certainly never been this polite. “Just call me Rhodey, kid.”

“O-okay, Rhodey.” Peter’s timid smile transformed into a grin. Rhodey decided he would definitely rub that in Clint’s face the next time he claimed Rhodey wasn’t good with kids.

“Are you kidding me?” Tony interrupted from the driver’s seat. “He’s Rhodey after two minutes and you’re still calling me 'Mr Stark'?”

Revelations by Angeeelatin

When Peter Parker had crash-landed into their tiny little circle and promptly made himself a home, it was obvious that everyone had had to change and adapt to the new circumstances a little.

It was a process and a half but by the end, Peter Parker had slotted himself into their small little family quite nicely, as if he was always there.

This process, however, wasn't something that Rhodey had consciously done.

Or: Peter Parker and his relationship to the Iron Family as seen through the eyes of James Rhodes

boundaries by OnlyForward

in colonel james rhodes’ expert opinion, there were three things that people needed to know when it came to tony stark. the real people, not the journalists: the people who knew him, spent time with him. tony had boundaries, and they were sacred boundaries, not to be crossed.

rhodey has never seen someone be able to break these boundaries. at least, not until peter parker.

"I have a nephew!" by zimnokurw

After six long days of a business trip, Tony comes back home to his not-son-but-totally-a-son and Rhodey gets the pleasure to witness it.

A Big Heart by honestmischief

The thought of Mr. Rhodes sitting alone in his hospital room made Peter feel uneasy, even though they had only exchanged a few words to each other in Germany. It didn’t feel right for Peter to do nothing.

Allston Christmas by Gruoch (orphan_account) for sagemb

“You guys didn’t have to do this,” Peter says from where he sits squeezed into the middle seat of the U-Haul, sweat running down his back. The air-conditioning in the truck they’ve rented is broken, and even with the windows rolled down it’s hellishly hot inside. “Really. I could have handled it myself.”

“We wanted to,” Tony replies as he blasts the horn at a minivan with a “Harvard Mom” bumper sticker that is attempting to cut into his lane. “It’s like a little trip down memory lane. It’s nostalgic—it’s gonna be fun. Right, Rhodey?”

“Absolutely,” Rhodey agrees, with all the enthusiasm of a man being lead to the gallows.

a drunken ode to peter parker by indexofangels for TheOceanIsMyInkwell

“You’re an emotional drunk,” Rhodey says. Rhodey has his arms straight in the air and he’s staring at his hands like they’re deeply puzzling to him.

“Nuh uh,” Tony says, wiping the tears from his cheeks. “You just. You don’t get it.”

“I do get it,” Rhodey says. “I speak Tony language, and Tony language says that you… um, you love the kid. That’s what.”

“I do not!” Tony yelps. “I hate him! A scourge on my life and soul! I cannot stand his squeaky shoes and his stupid big ears!” Tony takes a deep breath and then delicately screams. “Who let him have such big ears, he’s going to fall over when it’s windy there are sailboats with sails smaller than his ears.”

Rhodey lets his arms flop down onto his chest and turns his head on the floor. Tony can hear the bumps in his skull rolling on the linoleum. “Man,” he says. “You love that kid so much it’s disgusting.”

decidedly dad-like behaviour by RandomRuth for Author_Incognito

“Something came up,” Tony says. “I had to make a detour on my way to our lunch meeting. I’m sorry you’re gonna miss those bacon sandwiches you like but…” Tony trails off and jerks his thumb, indicating the back seat.

Rhodey twists around and jumps. “Holy shit,” he says, just shy of shouting it.

(In which Tony is late for lunch with Rhodey and there's a good reason for it.)

(A one-shot that has turned into a one-shot series.)

brighten up, sunshine by iron_spider for killerqueenwrites

Rhodey doesn’t know what the hell to think, and Tony doesn’t give him any reason to stop as time moves on. The kid is always there, and he starts showing up at family dinners, Rhodey meets his aunt, and they actually pick him up from school a couple times when Happy gets sick. Rhodey pays close attention and no, Tony doesn’t treat any of the other interns like this, and Rhodey has to accept what his head has been trying to tell him all along. Actually, legitimately accept it. Visualize the word and link it to Tony and link it to Peter.

This is Tony’s kid.

Repeat After Me by battybatzgirl

Tony’s face hardens as he says, “What kid.” “I don’t know, some twelve year old—” Below him, the kid coughs out, “Fifteen.” “—Fifteen year old—” Tony scrubs a hand across his face. “Don’t tell me he’s wearing a dorky shirt with a chemistry pun on it.” Rhodey frowns. That was oddly specific. Glancing down, he looks at what little he can see of the kid’s shirt—which isn't much since there’s so much blood now, but what could be once called a cartoon joke is printed on it. “Um, yeah?” “Son of a bitch.”

Otherwise known as how Rhodey finds out about how old Peter is, and how badly he needs to beat Tony with a stick.

the child (born to be a light) by aimingarrows

Tony is watching Peter when the realization hits him like a speeding train.

“I want kids, Rhodey.”

“What?” Rhodey coughs, his eyes blown wide as Tony turns to look at him, “Where the hell did that come from?”

Tony’s eyes slide over to Peter.

Wingman by sahiya

Holy shit, Rhodey thought. Tony’s a dad.

It's not a big deal--My Dad's just a superhero by AimAim94 for XiaoTYY

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The Same Soul by KatinaMoon

Rhodey admittedly doesn't know a lot about this kid that Tony not-so-secretly loves, this kid that seems to spend more time at the Tower then not. He'd meant to, he'd wanted to, spend more time with Peter and learn what had made him so special that Tony, of all people, had gobbled him up.

Not like this, though.

Better Than I Was by Sara (ctrsara)

Hey Rhodey :-) Hey Pepper :-) When are you going to come see us again? It’s been weeks. You know how Tony gets. Yeah, that’s the funny thing. I know it’s been a while, but he’s only been mildly annoying instead of increasingly demanding and whiny. What gives? Oh, I might know something about that. You gonna share with the class? He’s been busy being a role model. We talking about the same Tony? Is this about that intern he mentioned? --------------

Rhodey makes it down to the Tower for a visit, and to meet the "intern" Tony has been so busy with, and is surprised by what he finds there.

Part of the post-Homecoming series "Strands in the Rope," but stands alone, also.

#james rhodes #iron man #irondad and spiderson #irondad fics #spider-man #spider-man no way home #spider-man fics #irondad #peter parker #peter parker fics #tony stark #tony stark fics #uncle rhodey

[ao3feed-irondadspiderson]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/44142669

His Heart in His Hands by Grumperella When May is killed on her shift, tragically caught between warring gangs, 15 year old Peter is left bereft of his last remaining family. Unbeknownst to him, May had nominated a new guardian in her Will… A story about Tony and Peter learning how to live in their new reality, building a bond neither of them expected. Meanwhile, Tony is working hard to amend the Accords and pardon the Rogues, while Spider-Man is hell bent on avenging May’s death, with or without his mentor’s help. Chapters posted weekly! ___ Darting around the corner, Peter smacked face first into a large suited chest. Bouncing back in surprise, he looked up in trepidation, only to find Happy staring down at him with an unreadable expression on his face, a cell phone held to his ear. “Uh, nevermind. I got him, boss. He’s here.” Through the phone, Peter could hear Mr. Stark’s voice. “Jesus Christ. Ok ok, just, hold on to him till I get there. Why the HELL doesn’t their building have an elevator.” Peter was frozen, his red rimmed eyes wide, backpack and duffle slung across each shoulder, headphones hanging out of his ears and pajamas flapping in the snow-tinged wind. Words: 3841, Chapters: 1/30, Language: English Fandoms: Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), The Avengers (Marvel Movies) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Happy Hogan, May Parker (Spider-Man), Pepper Potts, Ned Leeds Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark, May Parker (Spider-Man) & Peter Parker, Peter Parker & Pepper Potts, Happy Hogan & Peter Parker, Ned Leeds & Peter Parker, Pepper Potts/Tony Stark Additional Tags: Irondad, Irondad & Spider-son, Post-Spider-Man: Homecoming, Canon Divergence - Post-Movie: Spider-Man: Homecoming (2017), May Parker (Spider-Man) Dies, Dead May Parker (Spider-Man), May Parker was a good mom, Tony Stark Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, Parent Tony Stark, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Protective Tony Stark, Peter Parker Needs a Hug, Peter Parker Whump, Peter Parker is a Mess, BAMF Peter Parker, Peter Parker is a Little Shit, Civil War Fix-It, Identity Reveal, Protective Peter Parker, The Avengers are a Mess, but Tony is trying to fix it, He's trying to fix everything, as usual, Awesome Pepper Potts, Pepper Potts Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, Pepperony - Freeform, Happy Hogan is a Good Bro, Ned Leeds is a Good Bro, Ned is also very excitable, Peter Parker has PTSD, Peter Parker Has a Bad Day, Peter is going through a lot, But Tony is there for him, we love to see it, Peter Parker Can't Thermoregulate, James "Rhodey" Rhodes & Tony Stark Friendship, Uncle James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Uncle Happy Hogan, Let me know if I missed anything critical in tags, sorry I'm bad at tagging

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

[animefankotaro]

Trans Peter Park (MCU)

Peter Parker was at Tony Starks house trying his new spidy-suit. He was grateful to Tony for helping him. The suit was much more high-tech than his homemade suit. It made him feel like a real Avenger. It also felt better.

“It's not too tight, is it?” Tony asked. Peter was in front of a mirror with his new suit. Tony was behind him arms crossed.

“No. It fits fine.” Peter replied.

“Are you sure? I can make some tweeks. I know it felt a little tight last time. I want you to breath okay in there and not feel like it's a tight space. I can make it bigger around the hips as well.”

“No. It's the best feeling one yet. I don't even notice the binder in there.” Peter put his hand on his chest. It felt flat. He smiled at the feeling of this. It made him feel like we was truly Spider-man. A man.

When he first met Tony he wasn't sure how to tell him he was really a girl. Aunt May changed his records so he was legally male and his name was Peter. She was a big help. Uncle Ben was too. He died just a few years after he came out to them. Ben even gave him his first short haircut. Granted, it looked like he did it himself but he looked like a boy.

Peter was shocked to know that Tony already knew his little secret; well, two of his secrets. Of course his school knew but he never tried to make it public knowledge he was trans. He didn't do interviews or had his own show. He liked the part where he was normal. His celebrity stats as Spiderman were enough.

“I should be approved for top surgery pretty soon.” Peter said. “Than this won't be a problem anymore.

“As long as you don't shoot web out your boobs while you're be operated you'll be okay.” Peter laughed at this.

“It never does. My web comes out these shooters I make. Though I wonder if I had a weiner it would shoot out there.” Tony chuckled. Not many people can have a conversation about spider web coming out certain parts.

“I'm glad your friend Ned was always there for you. Some might have walked away. But he stood by you when you told him. Michelle is also supportive from what I heard.”

Peter nodded. “I was scared. But he was my best friend. He had to know. I almost broke down when I told him. He told me we'll always be friends. He helped me when Flash would make fun of me. Flash likes to call me “Penis Parker. He knew about me. He would never tell my secret as Spiderman to anyone. MJ too. She said I might be Penis Parker to him but he's the true dick” They both chuckled.

“You like her?” Tony asked.

“Huh?” Peter looked at Tony. He did hear the question correctly but hoped Tony wouldn't ask again.

“Do you like her?”

“MJ? Well, I, Um... I mean she is smart, and funny, cool, creative....pretty. But so I like her? It's um.. So how about you and Pepper?”

“Our wedding is just a couple months away. It's the biggest moment I've been waiting for since 2008.”

“I guess telling a girl you like her is hard as a grown up too, huh?”

“Harder than saving the world sometimes.” Peter nodded.

“Was is love at first sight or did it happen after time?” Peter asked. Tony was silent a moment as if we was thinking it.

“You know, I'm not sure. She did become me favorite worker. She believed I had a heart when no one else would.” Peter looked at Tony's chest. “I mean that in the philological scene not the logical.” Tony touched his chest.

“Oh. Uh, sorry.” Peter looked at Tony again.”

Didn't you have any friends? True friends I mean” “I had Hogan. Rhodey too.” Tony stopped trying to think of others. “They were all with me though thick and thin.”

“That's like Ned and MJ.

“Maybe we should have named you Ironman Jr. Or Ironboy.”

“Hey, it's better than Spider-boy. Or worse Spider-girl or Spider-Woman. I was always worried I would be found out in my homemade suit with mt chest sticking out.”

“You sure it doesn't hurt.” Tony asked.

“100%. Once I get top surgery it won't matter anymore. I got approved for the surgery and a date has been set.”

“I can still pay for it, you know.” Peter shook his head.

“Thanks but I think May and I should. It's more of a personal matter, you know. Besides, you've done enough for me already.” Tony looked at his watch.

“It's time for your T-pill.” Peter nodded. Tony handed him pill and a glass of water. Peter swallowed the pill.

“It won't be much longer till your facial hair becomes thicker.” Tony said.

“Think I can grow a beard like yours?”

“Can you? Yes. Should you? Sorry, kid. It's kind of a Tony Stark thing only.” Peter laughed.

“Come on. Let's go out and try that new binder.”

#spiderman #peter parker #tony stark #mcu #ironman #spiderman homecoming #spiderman no way home #spiderman far from home #the avengers #Headcanon #one shot #trans #transgender #ftm trans #marvel

[loveforpreserumsteve]

A Whole New Ballfield: "ALN" Story (Pre-Serum Omega!Steve and Alpha!Bucky Modern Domestic AU)

Twenty-Four:

Positively smitten, Bucky gazed down at his grandson. Affectionately, the alpha stroked over Rory's cheek, just like he did with each of their own kids. And Steve got it. Really, he did, because he was right there with his mate. Absolutely in awe with just how much he loved this baby.

"And here I was thinking that we made cute babies," Bucky teased, sniffling. Just filled with so many emotions that they had nowhere else to go but out.

"He is cute, isn't he," Rhodey preened, bringing Oliver's hand up so he could press a kiss to the back of it.

"He's the cutest," Ollie corrected his mate.

"Damn right, he is," Rhodey grinned, leaning over so he could press a kiss to Ollie's lips.

Steve beamed and gestured for his husband to share their grandson with him. With being passed and slightly jostled from one loving embrace to another, Rory let out a small cry. Steve had plenty of experience though, so he gently swayed the newborn.

Softly, Steve assured Rory, "You're okay. Pawpaw's here. You're okay."

Thankfully, Rory was easy to soothe. He nuzzled closer and Steve smoothed his hand over that smattering of thick, black hair. Just like Bucky, Steve couldn't help but stroke his finger over that round, chubby cheek. Steve just couldn't get over how much this little boy had him wrapped around his little finger already. He wasn't even a day old yet, and Steve knew that he'd do anything for him.

"Knock, knock."

Looking towards the door, Steve watched as his kids entered the recovery room. Instantly, the kids started to ooh and aww at their nephew.

"Okay, come to kiki," Kit insisted, extending their arms towards Steve and Rory.

Passing the newborn to their kiki, Steve got a glimpse of how it would be if Kit were to become a parent. Sure, Steve already knew that Kit was phenomenal with kids. But seeing them interact with their nephew, it was amplified.

"He's so little," Leigh-Anne commented, in awe with Rory's tiny frame. "Aren't you afraid you'll hurt him?"

"Nah," Ollie playfully dismissed. "He's stronger than he looks."

Having been in the same boat back when Oliver was born, Steve got it. Always afraid of somehow being too rough with him back then. Even having to pass squirt to Bucky so the alpha could burp him. All he could do was laugh at his former self.

"You wanna hold him?" Kit asked their friend.

"Oh no," Leigh-Anne declined, shaking her head, "You don't want me to hold a baby."

"And why's that?" Rhodey chuckled, watching the pair and his son.

"I've never held a baby before," Leigh-Anne shrugged. "I don't even know the first thing about holding a baby."

Playfully, Kit rolled their eyes, but didn't press the issue. Instead, they focused their attention back to the sleeping baby in their arms. Just like with their fathers, it was clear that Kit was crazy about Rory too. And with how Leigh-Anne was huddled close, gazing at the peaceful pup, Steve could tell that she was too.

"Alright, Uncle Finny wants to meet his nephew," Finn said, outstretching his hands and flexing them as he joked, "Gimme!"

After giving their brother a pitiful pout, Kit passed Rory to him. And with their arms empty, Kit reached over and pulled Leigh-Anne close, just hugging her. Which, of course, made Bucky elbow Steve in a, see, kind of way.

"Oh gosh, he's so cute," Dani smiled, simply melting when Rory wrapped his little fist around her index finger. She looked up at her fiancé, "I want a dozen."

Finn blushed and choked on his saliva, "A dozen?"

Biting back her grin, Dani feigned sincerity as she nodded. Affectionately poking the dimple in Finn's chin, the beta teased, "Especially if they all look like you."

Looking up at Bucky, Steve knew exactly how she felt. One of his favorite things was how their children looked like their alpha father. A constant reminder of their love.

"Okay, my turn," Nevie decided, holding her arms out so Finn would pass Rory to her. Once he was settled in her arms, she instantly started cooing down at him before saying, "I can't wait to have a baby."

All Steve and Bucky could do was exchange A Look with each other. A part of them felt as though they should say that she could, in fact, wait – wait for a long, long time. But Nevie was the most levelheaded out of their kids, and she knew that right now wasn't the right time, even if her nephew was the cutest baby.

Glancing over at her sister, she asked, "You wanna hold him, Bits?"

"No, that's okay," Bitsy quickly turned down the offer. Standing, she brought her phone closer, so Cori could see little Rory Roo.

"This would happen as soon as I'm gone," Cori complained from the other end of the facetime call. However, she instantly gushed, "He's SO cute! He must get it all from Rhodey!"

"Hey!" Ollie complained loud enough for his sister to hear him. "He was cooking in me for the past nine months, thank you very much, I deserve some damn credit."

Rhodey muffled his chuckles, but not very well. Before anything else could be said though, Rory started crying. Rhodey stood from his seat and carefully took his son from his sister-in-law. By the time that he passed him to Ollie, the omega had his hospital gown unbuttoned, ready to feed the baby.

"Oh, I know," Ollie assured his son, situating him in his arms and guiding his mouth to his chest. A wince crossed his face when Rory latched, and Steve definitely didn't miss those days.

Torn between lingering and giving the new parents some space, Steve decided, "We should probably head out. Let you guys rest."

Yawning, Rhodey nodded and stood once more so he could hug his in-laws. "Drive safe out there."

"We will," Bucky assured and said, "Don't be afraid to call us if you need anything."

"Don't have to worry about that," Oliver smiled, accepting the kiss that his fathers pressed to his stubbly cheeks. Reminding, "Roberta is on her way with Terrence."

Glad to know that at least his in-laws would be able to meet their grandson before visitation ended, Steve simply nodded. But he knew that they were going to be in good hands even after Rhodey's parents left for the night.

Although, a part of Steve still longed to be with them even as the rest of the family was leaving. Giving Ollie one more kiss, Steve tenderly stroked over Rory's hair, and softly said, "Bye, bye, Roo. See you soon!"