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khalixascorner · 1 year
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Spider Sniffles
Summary: When Peter nearly passes out at Tony's feet, he knows something is wrong. His little spider doesn't get sick often but the Dom is quick to take care of him. And when it turns out that it could be something else, Tony's protective instincts come out to play.
Tags: Sick fic, Sick Peter Parker, SIM tony, Mafia AU, Mafia Boss Tony Stark, BDSM, Dom Tony Stark, Sub Peter Parker, Peter was still Spider-man, Implications of violence, villain iron man, Darkish Tony, Dark Tony Stark, Human Experimentation all off screen though, Morally Grey Peter Parker, Tonys totally soft for Peter though, No Smut, just soft kisses, Aged-Up Peter Parker
Read on AO3 Here or down below
Special thanks to @sausageg for the beautiful art, and @the-mad-starker for betaing.
Peter knelt at the Superior’s feet, struggling to stay upright as his head throbbed and his senses flared. Everything ached and it was all he could do to bite back his whimpers as he waited for his Dom to finish his business for the day.
“Peter?”
Peter blinked, turning his face up towards his Dom. There was a look of concern on the man’s face as Peter stared, waiting for instruction.
“Did you not hear me call you?” Tony asked as he slid a hand under Peter’s chin and turned his head side to side.
“I’m sorry, sir, I didn’t,” Peter replied softly, his eyes automatically dropping with embarrassment. He had been so good lately for his Sir, and here he was ruining it now because he couldn’t focus.
“Are you feeling alright, Pet?” Tony asked, and tears welled in Peter’s eyes suddenly.
Honestly he felt miserable but he also just wanted to be good and not be a burden. His throat felt tight and nothing came out when he tried to answer, so he settled for just shaking his head.
“Oh Pet.” His Dom sighed and he must have signaled JARVIS to run a scan because he was suddenly engulfed in blue light. “What’s the damage, J?”
“High fever and physiological signs of distress indicative of a severe sinus infection coupled with a cold,” JARVIS replied. “Though given his immune system, it must be a fairly strong infection to have taken hold and overcome his enhancements.”
“Alright, have Pep take or cancel my last few meetings,” Tony said, and Peter whimpered. “Nope, none of that. You’re going to the medbay so Dr. Cho can confirm J’s diagnosis, and then straight to bed with you.”
“Yes, sir,” Peter croaked. He tried to stand but his head spun, causing him to stumble and collapse back to the floor. Or rather he would have if his Dom hadn’t caught him, sweeping him up in a bridal carry.
Peter was in and out of it as he was taken to Dr. Cho. She ran her own tests and then gave Tony orders for Peter’s care, including the custom medicines she had designed when Tony had taken Peter as his sub. He took them without complaint, then slipped back into the dazed state from before.
It had been a long time since he had been sick, and he had almost forgotten just how miserable it was. Really all he wanted was to curl up in bed and snuggle with his dom, or barring that, a nice stuffie would do the trick.
“Alright, easy there, Pet,” Tony murmured, and Peter was confused as to why his Dom sounded so gentle and almost worried. “I know this is miserable, but it’ll be ok.”
As Tony spoke, he wiped Peter’s face, and the sub realized he’d been crying. That only made him cry more as he buried his face in Tony’s chest and whimpered. This really was the worst.
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Tony frowned as his sub grew more distressed. His little spider had toughed his way through injury and punishment with no problem, but getting sick was apparently a whole different situation. It was also worrying how quickly he had declined, as JARVIS saw no indication of illness even last night.
“J, check for anything suspicious with Peter’s food or anyone that interacted with him,” Tony said as he tucked Peter into their bed. He sat beside him, gently carding his hand through the sub’s hair. “It’s unusual enough for there to be a bug strong enough to overcome his system but no one else is sick. He’s been in the tower at my side without being exposed to even a sniffle.”
“Right away, sir,” JARVIS replied.
Tony hoped he was wrong, that it was just a virus that Peter was exposed to, but the more he thought about it, the more his gut told him this was on purpose.
“J, get Cho and Brucie Bear up here asap,” Tony said, his mind racing faster and faster as hundreds of scenarios ran through his head. “Tell them to bring their medical equipment.”
“Message delivered, sir, they’ll be here shortly.”
Tony forced himself to sit with Peter instead of pacing, constantly monitoring the sub’s breathing and other vitals even as he soothed him.
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Peter’s fever was already climbing by the time Cho and Bruce arrived.
“Take whatever samples you would for poisons and biochemical attacks,” Tony ordered as they came in. “His fever is rising quickly and this came on way to fast to be natural.”
Cho looked like she wanted to argue but she still got to work with Bruce grabbing what they needed, as well as increasing the dose of meds Peter was already on.
“I’ll have J stream his vitals to medbay,” Tony said as they were heading out. “I have a bad feeling about this.”
“If this isn’t natural, we’ll figure it out,” Bruce promised, and Tony nodded in response. They would figure it out and Peter would be fine. And if for whatever reason he wasn’t, then Tony would rain literal hellfire down upon whoever did this.
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As Cho and Bruce ran test after test, Tony grew more worried. Peter’s fever continued to climb and the sub became more and more delirious and clingy as it did.
“Please, sir, please,” Peter croaked as he curled tightly in a ball. “It hurts.”
“I know, Pet,” Tony said, running his fingers through Peter’s hair. “The doctors are working on it, I promise.”
“Sir, his temperature is reaching unsafe levels,” JARVIS said suddenly, and Tony frowned.
“What do Bruce and Cho recommend?” Tony asked, standing.
“A tepid bath or water misters with fans are the most viable options since he is no longer responding to medication,” JARVIS replied. “Dr. Banner suggests the tepid bath first given how quickly he has deteriorated. He also asked me to inform you that you were right, sir. There is a very odd strain of something currently attacking Mr. Parker’s immune system, and it doesn’t look natural.”
“Any luck on finding how he was exposed?” Tony asked as he stripped Peter of his remaining clothes. “Also start the water, J.”
“I have not yet found the time of infection and have expanded my search to the day before yesterday to see if perhaps it simply had a longer incubation period,” JARVIS replied. “And the bath is already ready, sir.”
“Very well, let me know when you find anything,” Tony said, stripping his own clothes off as well. “Have Cho and Bruce alert me the minute they have anything as well.”
“As you wish, sir.”
With that, Tony picked Peter up and started heading for the bath. This was likely going to be unpleasant for the little spider, and Tony wasn’t looking forward to it either.
Peter wasn’t aware of much beyond the heat and pain until something cold shocked his system. He tried to fight and get away but strong bands held him firm while a deep voice rumbled in his ear. The pain and fugue was too consuming to understand what the voice was saying, but still it made him feel safe and he relaxed into it as much as he could.
Slowly the pain faded, replaced by a bone deep fatigue. Someone kept talking to him, a low murmur but he couldn’t understand anything, and he couldn’t get his eyes to open either.
Pain spiked and leveled then spiked again before finally unconsciousness overtook him.
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Tony didn’t panic, not since he became Superior and all of his body’s functions were regulated. However, even he would admit he felt something akin to it when Peter collapsed in his arms in the tub.
“J, call Bruce now and get me another scan,” Tony barked out, his hands automatically supporting his sub. “Is it safe to take him out of the tub?”
Light engulfed them as JARVIS scanned Peter, reading out the biometrics.
“His temperature is still too high, sir,” J concluded. “Dr. Banner recommends remaining in the tub until he arrives.”
The minutes ticked by and Tony felt the frustration build at his helplessness.
“Anything yet on determining how this happened?” Tony asked sharply. JARVIS was too used to his moods to take offense though.
“I believe I may have found something, sir, but I am backtracking the movements of the individuals in question first to confirm,” JARVIS replied, and Tony grinned sharply at the unimpressed tone. J had taken a liking to Peter early on, if only because of how much stress he helped Tony work out. Thus the AI had made it his side objective to keep Peter healthy and happy in order to keep Tony satisfied as well.
“Show me,” Tony demanded as Bruce finally arrived.
The doctor took one look at Peter before grabbing a towel.
“We need to get him to Medbay, now,” Bruce said and Tony nodded. He handed Peter over reluctantly, reminding himself that there was no one better when it came to the squishy sciences and medicine.
“I’ll meet you down there,” Tony said as he grabbed his own towel to get dried. Bruce nodded and then was out the door leaving Tony to return to his task of determining who did this and how. “Bring the logs up, J, let me see who did this to my Pet.”
“Queued and ready for you, sir,” JARVIS replied, a series of screens popping up in front of him. Tony sneered when he realized who it was, already sending out the Legion to capture those who dared to touch what was his. He’d let them stew while Peter fought whatever it was, and then, when he knew the full cost of their transgressions, he take his payment from them.
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Peter woke to dimmed lights, the hum of equipment, and just a faint hint of disinfectant. His mind had no problem placing the room, as he had spent a fair bit of time here when Tony had first found him. It had been a learning experience for everyone when the bright lights, loud noises, and overly strong smells kept sending him into sensory overloads. Finally though, someone had caught on and they had created a safe haven for him to recover. Tony had saved him then, and continued to save him after, helping him heal from torture at the hands of villains that didn’t care if Spider-Man was an 18 year old orphan who just wanted to help people.
Tony had already used extremis on himself when Peter had met him, but he hadn’t had full control of the city yet. He claimed it soon after, ruling the underground with an iron fist. Peter continued as Spider-man, but it felt weird when the criminals started running away without even trying to fight.
It took him getting shot to realize what was going on. Or rather, him getting shot and the bad guy’s friend yelling at them that he was insane because Spider-Man was under Iron-Man’s protection. Peter had collapsed, only to wake up in the medbay again, the room set up for him as if he had never left.
He had wanted to be mad, to yell at Tony for taking over and controlling everything, including his work as Spider-Man. But when he woke up and found the older man standing vigil at his bedside looking disheveled, Peter found that he couldn’t stay angry. Tony had lost so much and had so little that he actually cared about, so Peter understood being protective of his precious people, even if he didn’t agree with his methods.
It had been so easy to let Tony explain away his decisions in the beginning. Peter had always looked up to the man, and he’d also believed that authority figures were trustworthy. Finally though, Peter was forced to confront the truth. Tony wasn’t a good person anymore, and Peter was so in love, so happy kneeling at his feet, that he didn’t care.
There had been an adjustment period, and Peter had been reckless a few times, which was why Tony always kept this room ready for him. Plus, it was kitted out with everything Tony would need to stay with him if something happened. Like the comfortable chair his lover was currently dozing on.
“J, what happened?” Peter asked quietly, trying not to wake Tony.
“You were poisoned with a compound specifically meant to target your immune system,” JARVIS replied, equally soft. “The compound has been neutralized and your natural healing abilities have already begun repairing any damage. Sir has also already captured the ones responsible.”
“I’m not normally the one they go after with poison,” Peter couldn’t help but muse.
“Indeed,” JARVIS agreed. Then the AI seemed to hesitate before continuing. “Based on what data I can find, they seem to have taken issue with the disappearance of Spider-Man.”
“I haven’t been Spider-Man in years though,” Peter said with a frown. “Why come after me now?”
“Because they found a new Spider-Man and didn’t want to compete with you.”
Peter flinched at the cold anger in Tony’s voice. It always meant death and blood for those who had stirred his ire.
Then the words actually sunk in and he turned to Tony, incredulous.
“How could they possibly have a new Spider-Man? I killed the spider that bit me,” Peter said, confused.
“Apparently, Oscorp still had some spiders sitting around,” Tony retorted and Peter frowned.
“That’s not good,” Peter said, biting at his lip. His transformation hadn’t been pleasant and he’d survived it by pure luck. It definitely wasn’t something that people should be trying to replicate.
“Honestly, I thought I had shut them down fully, but apparently not. I’ll take care of it though,” Tony assured him, and Peter relaxed back against the bed with a sigh. “And in the meantime, you shall be on bedrest. That poison was unfortunately close to something truly deadly. Capishe?”
“Yes, sir,” Peter replied, tilting his head up for a kiss. Tony walked over and placed one gently on his lips.
“Bruce and Cho are on their way now. They’ll check you over for me. I have a punishment to dole out in the meantime,” Tony murmured to him. “Be a good boy and rest, my love. I’ll come back for you and take you home tonight if Cho approves.”
“You promise?” Peter asked in a quiet voice. He hated seeming too needy or weak, but when he got sick it was always so hard not to want his Dom around.
“I promise, pet,” Tony said, petting his head. “I’ll be back before you know it.”
“Ok, be safe then,” Peter murmured back. Tony drew him in for one last kiss, then strode out of Peter’s room.
The sub sighed and resigned himself to waiting while the Dom did what he felt was necessary. Cho and Bruce didn’t leave him alone long before bustling in to run test after test. Exhaustion crept in and he found himself falling asleep again.
He wasn’t sure how much later it was when something jostled him. His eyes fluttered open just long enough to see Tony above him before he let them drop closed again.
“That’s right, pet, just rest,” his Dom murmured, and Peter tried to bury his face against the older man. The sharp scent of iron clung to Tony, and Peter whined sleepily only to be shushed. “Just put up with it for a little, pet.”
Peter huffed but drifted back off as he was carried gently out of the medbay and back up to their rooms. Tony handled him with the utmost care that warmed Peter’s heart. He was nearly back asleep when Tony placed him carefully on their bed. The older man ran his hands through Peter’s hair but didn’t join him on the bed itself.
“T’ny?”
“Rest, pet,” Tony said firmly. “I’ll join you soon enough. Just need to clean up first.”
Peter made a curious noise and Tony chuckled.
“Let’s just say I may have gotten a little messy while making an example of them, but I’m pretty confident that no one will be dumb enough to try that again,” Tony said. “My little spider is off limits.”
Peter knew he shouldn’t encourage Tony’s more violent streak, but at the same time he couldn’t help but love knowing that Tony treasured him so much. Even if it meant that sometimes he’d kill in Peter’s name. If Peter was honest, he’d kill for Tony too.
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tonystarktogo · 2 years
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For the villain week : Can you do an identety porn fic where Iron Man is a villain , but Tony Stark is still a sponsor for the Avengers ?
The world needs heroes. Like holy fuck does it need heroes.
Sometimes Tony cannot believe that humanity hasn't erased itself yet -- probably not even on purpose because that's the kind of time they live in nowadays, isn't it.
So, heroes are needed. No argument about that. And because Tony is a billionaire with more money than he knows what to do with it kind of makes sense to sponsor the Avengers, doesn't it?
They're the kind of power Earth needs to handle it's more super-human and/or alien threats. And since those only ever seem to increase, it's a good move to get in ahead of the game. That's just good business sense.
(And if Tony rather prefers keeping a close eye on a powder keg like a bunch of overpowered people with razor-thin ties to anything beyond a shadowy not-quite-government organization, well. That's called common sense.)
But.
(And this is a harsh lesson. One it took getting shot at with his own weapons, watching people around him get blown up and die, getting a fucking car battery implanted in his chest and being tortured in a fucking cave until he blew the entire shithole up himself -- getting betrayed and sold by someone he considered family -- for Tony to learn.)
The world needs villains too.
Because the thing is.
There's things that need to be done that no hero can ever own up to. Because they aren't right, they aren't bloodless, they certainly aren't without causalities or collateral damage.
But they need to be done all the same.
And for all that SHIELD likes to pretend pulling strings from the shadows is going to keep the darkest pits of humanity leashed and under control, Tony isn't that naive.
And well, in a way that makes it simple, doesn't it?
After all it's no secret that if you want something done right, you have to do it yourself.
(Sponsoring the Avengers and becoming the feared Iron Man aren't two mutually exclusive options. In fact, it's the opposite. They work towards the same end goal even if the rest of the world is too small-minded to realize it yet.
So what if no one, save for a crazed god eager to burn Earth to the ground, appreciates what Tony has managed to build here?
One day soon it won't matter anymore.)
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sillypinkboy · 1 month
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In Blood and Iron (part 1)
Characters: Tony Stark and Steve Rogers
Word Count: 900
Tagging: @goodoldfashionedengineer (this is partly your fault, my friend)
Notes: a Villian Tony Stark story. That's all.
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The thing about people is they can only take so much.
They can only take so much tragedy, so much misfortune, before they crumble.
Maybe it was the fact that no matter how much he tried to help, nothing seemed to change. Maybe it was just a slip in morals. Afterall, everyone knew he had it in him.
The thing is, nobody noticed when it happened.
Stark had always had a way about him. Everything he had ever made was just one bad day away from bringing destruction. If any of his projects made it to the wrong hands, there was no telling what exactly would happen.
That’s just what people had come to expect.
There should have been warnings. There probably were.
He had always sworn that he was trying to help.
That he knew what he was doing.
Nobody saw anything wrong with him. He could charm his way into anything, and if that hadn’t worked? He wasn’t against paying for what he wanted.
So why was he standing against the others? Why were the people he once called friends standing in his door?
The door of the lab had opened and Stark didn’t bat an eye to it. He was waiting for them. He knew exactly what was going to happen.
It wasn’t as many as he was expecting. Only one had come. Rogers.
Was this a way of intimidating? Were they trying to get under his skin?
Tony hadn’t even stopped what he was doing. He didn’t bother with niceties these days.
An old friend looked back at him. Watched him.
Neither said a word.
“Tony,” concern was all that seemed to pull from the hero’s voice.
“Steve,” the tone was empty.
The lights flickered.
The larger man shifted his weight, “We need to talk.”
“I’m busy,” Tony pushed from his table to the computer.
“We can talk while you work,” Steve crossed his arms.
There was no response.
“Tony,” he tries again.
The younger man rolled his eyes, “Five minutes.”
“What’s going on with you?”
Was he really asking that? Tony couldn’t help but laugh.
Steve stared at him, confusion twisting his face, “What’s so funny?”
“You think something is wrong? Isn’t that cute?” Steve stood up straighter.
Stark tapped his hand in rhythm to his words, “I’m helping. Like you. Isn’t that what we do this for? We’re heroes for a reason.”
Steve stayed quiet.
“Cat got your tongue? This was your conversation to start,” the chair rolls over to the work area again.
“People are dying, Tony.”
Ah. There it was. The true reason for this.
“Casualties come with innovation. You of all people should know that.”
Wires spark.
“You’ve always cared about people. Where did that go? What happened to you?” Steve questioned with an even voice.
Tony knew he struck a chord.
“I needed to change tactics. I’m sure you understand, Cap,” his voice dipped, “Now. I suggest you leave, yes?”
It wasn’t a question. Steve didn’t budge.
“The Tony Stark I know would never hurt people,” The captain was playing towards humanity.
“Hurting people? I’m saving them from themselves. You’ve seen what happens when there’s no proper leader. Who better to lead than me?” He laughed.
Steve stepped forward, “The only person that needs saving is you. We can help you, Tony. Let us help you get the help you need.”
Stark barks a laugh.
Rogers stands his ground.
“I suggest you leave,” Tony finally looks at the Avenger.
The gold eyes seem tired.
“Think about what I’ve said. Please,” Steve turns to leave.
The door closes behind him.
Metal crashes to the floor. It’s kicked aside as its crafter moves. Anger boils.
“Who does he think he is telling me what to do?” He yells at nobody.
A screwdriver hits the door.
“He wants to play like I’m not helping! I’m doing more than they are!”
Electricity cracks.
“How could anyone think I’m not?” Doubt creeps in.
“I’m not the bad guy here!” He speaks to an absent audience.
Who was he trying to convince? Nobody heard his pleads. There was nobody but Tony and his tech.
“I’m helping them! Saving them! They’re bound to destroy themselves. I can stop that.”
An attempt at reasoning.
He moves to pick up the discarded toys.
Wasn’t that all this was? A game? A game of life.
Some die for it, but how else will he know what works? Science has its dark side for a reason.
The suit piece is placed back on the table.
Who cares about a few lives when everyone else will be safe in the end?
Tony drags his hand against the table.
He knows he isn’t in the wrong. He knows he can’t be.
He knows what he’s doing. This is exactly what he’s supposed to be doing.
Who does Rogers think he is to get in the way of that? He’s just getting in the way of the future. He’s just scared of the world moving forward. That’s it.
He’s just scared.
Tony laughs into his self made silence.
The world is his to make. The only thing in his way?
The past that refuses to leave.
It’s an easy fix, really.
All he has to do is rid of it if he wants to move forward.
It’s about time the captain moved on anyway, don’t you think?
It’s time to make room for the future.
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crapsherlock · 2 months
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I'm looking for a fic on Fanfiction.net that has a witch or a wizard do a spell on Tony, which switches his ideas of good and bad, essentially turning him evil. The Avengers try to stop him but he's just too smart, even without his suit. At the end, they subdue him and he says, "my eyes have been opened".
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winter-turtle · 1 year
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For the villainous prompt reblog thing: Number 17
17. "There is NO WAY I'm wearing this lame outfit-" // "Wear it right now or I'll tell everyone how you tried to set me on fire."
well, this one took only a year to finish... please excuse any possible medical inaccuracies
Enjoy!
One Sweet Trick
On the last evening of October, standing opposite of one annoying teenage hero, Tony took a long, hard look at that… that thing. “Absolutely not. There is no way I’m wearing this lame outfit—”
Peter placed his hands on his hips, jostling the blue plastic lightsaber attached to the white tunic he was wearing over his regular Spider-Man suit. “Wear it right now or I’ll tell everyone how you tried to set me on fire.”
“Okay, that was one time—”
“One time too many.”
“—and I wasn’t even serious about it. Think about it; would you be standing here right now if I was serious about setting you on fire? Besides, it was just a tiny fireball.”
“Tiny fireball is not exactly how I would describe what happened, but okay. Back to the point. You promised, Mr. Stark.” Oh no, there were those weaponized puppy eyes. “Come on.”
“…”
“It’s either this or metal bikini.”
Tony sighed, determined to preserve at least some of his dignity. “Why are we doing this again?”
The puppy eyes were gone in an instant, replaced with a look of pure excitement. “Because we’re trying to reform you! To show the public that the villain Iron Man is gone and is instead replaced with… uh…,” Peter’s face scrunched, “anti-hero Iron Man? I don’t know. Hero doesn’t seem to be the right word to describe you.”
And thank the heavens for that.
“Did you bring the stuff?”
“You sound like we’re dealing drugs here,” Tony rolled his eyes and reached for a big sack he was hiding in the shadows. “Yeah, I got the ‘stuff’.”
The kid pulled the mask over his face, put on a blond wig, completing his Luke Skywalker costume. “Great! Now just put on your costume and we can start.”
There was truly no getting out of this now. Oh, how the mighty have fallen. Iron Man, once feared supervillain, was about to give out candy to kids on the streets in a shitty R2-D2 costume. He was pretty sure it used to be a trash can. He shuddered at the thought of all kinds of germs getting on his armor.
“Don’t worry, it’s clean,” Peter said, reading his thoughts. “I disinfected it twice before MJ helped me paint it.”
“Where did you even get a trash can?” Tony asked while fastening the dome to his head.
“Long story involving a robbery of one corner store,” he waved the question off. “You look great, Mr. Stark!”
“You’re enjoying this far too much. Who’s the villain now?”
The kid merely shrugged before jumping down into the dark alley for their last prop – the door with a piece of paper saying ‘knock’ taped to the front.
It didn’t take long before their AIs alerted them to their first victims. Time to make their move. The kid walked out of the alley, hiding behind the door.
“What is that?” a child asked.
“I don’t know, sweetie,” a man replied. “Why don’t you knock and find out?”
Tony counted five knocks before Peter opened the door, revealing three small children and a man standing behind them. “Hey, kids!”
“Spider-Man!” the boy, youngest of the three and dressed in a home-made Spider-Man costume, screeched.
“Oh, and here I thought I was the one doing the surprise,” Peter chuckled, “but I wasn’t expecting someone to be carrying around a mirror.”
The trick-or-treaters laughed. Tony watched as Peter interacted with those little monsters, a fond expression on his masked face. He knew Peter was good with people, but it was a whole another thing to see his charms in action. He had the kids wrapped around his finger in seconds.
“But I’m not here alone,” Peter said, glancing over his shoulder. “I actually brought a friend with me today, but it seems he’s a little shy.”
Tony’s shoulders sagged as much as they could in the cut-out holes as he left the safety of the alley. It was no surprise the kids took a step back at the sight of him. The father took a step forward, ready to jump in to protect his kids.
“Hey,” was all he said.
Everyone was quiet for several moments, and just as Peter was about to jump in, the oldest kid, a girl in an obnoxious pink fairy costume, crossed her arms over her chest. “Why are you wearing a trash can?”
Tony sputtered. “It’s not a trash can! I’m R2-D2, Luke Skywalker’s trusty droid friend.” At least that’s what Peter said.
The fairy scrunched her nose. “Yes, it is.”
“No, it’s not,” he protested, even though the girl was right. Like hell he would lose an argument with an eight-year-old! Unfortunately, the little monster was bent on winning the argument as well.
“Is so.”
“Is not.”
“Is so.”
“Is not.”
The father looked at Peter, bewildered. “Is that the real Iron Man?”
“Yep,” Peter nodded. “We’re… trying to reform him.”
But Tony paid them no mind. He was still locked in the verbal fight with the fairy that would probably turn into a fistfight soon. He could definitely take her. “Is not- hey!”
What the hell? Someone kicked him in the shin! He betted it was that little brat, but unless she was enhanced and could run very fast, it couldn’t be her.
The kick came again. This time, Tony was able to find the culprit. “Spidey?” he called out, offended.
“Come on, do your thing,” the kid merely replied.
Tony hoped Peter could feel the eye roll. He reached for the sack and held it out to the kids. He’ll count the act as a form of villainy and a revenge against society – he’ll dope the kids up with so much sugar, it’ll drive the parents crazy. And all the cavities it’ll cause! Perfect evil plan.
… it wasn’t blowing up stuff, but it would have to make do.
“It’s full-sized!” the middle one, another girl in a witch costume, held up the chocolate bar above her head like a prize.
“You can take two,” Tony said.
The kids’ eyes lit up. “Thanks, Iron Man! You’re the best.”
And that was more or less how the rest of the evening progressed. Peter kept dragging around the door, Tony dragged the sack. Groups of kids came and went, their reactions always somewhere between apprehension, curiosity and amusement. Some parents even took pictures of him. When the sack came close to emptying, another suit brought more.
As it got later, the lights from windows disappeared, signs of NO MORE CANDY were put up on the doors, and the groups got sparser and sparser until the streets were empty.
“I think we can pack it up for today,” Peter said.
“Peter,” Karen interrupted, “it appears two more people are approaching.”
The kid nodded and turned to face him. “Feel up for one more?”
Tony shrugged. “Well, it’s not like I have a choice.” But really, he didn’t mind. Watching the kid enjoying himself while making kids’ day made the humiliation bearable. Plus, he thought Peter could tell he didn’t mind all that much either.
Peter placed the door on the ground and waited for the knock to come. There was a girl in a princess costume and her mom in scrubs. That wasn’t a costume. The tired manner in which she was holding herself and the fact they were out this late with the girl’s pail nearly empty told Tony so.
He knew the drill – he waited for Peter to finish the chit-chat with her before offering the sack. But the girl’s face…
It felt wrong.
She was smiling, saying thank you and all… still, there was something about the look in her eyes.
The kid could sense it too. “What’s wrong? You don’t like this one? We have other kinds if you want to switch.”
“She’s diabetic,” the mother said. “She… won’t be able to eat much of these anyway.” She lowered the voice, which barely did anything to diminish the regret in her voice. “We’ll get her some other sweets when we get home. But thank you anyway.”
Ah, that was right. Lots of fast-releasing glucose could screw a diabetic up.
Peter’s shoulders fell. “Oh. Okay… Happy Halloween.”
“Wait!” Tony called out before the pair could take another step further. There was no way he would let the day end on a bad note for the kid and, well, for the other kid.
He kneeled to the best of his ability in front of the little girl and opened the sack. Feeling for a small zip wasn’t easiest with a clunky metal around your fingers, but eventually, he got ahold of it and opened a secret pocket. “Try again,” he told the girl.
The girl’s head tilted to the side but obliged. Her hand slipped into the sack again, this time pulling out a different sweet. She kept looking at the wrapper before a giant grin spread across her face. “Mommy, look! Look!” she squealed, jumping and holding the wrapper up for her mother to see.
Tony put the sack on the ground, then waved the girl over to him. “Bring over your pail.” The little girl obliged once more. In one swift motion, he shoved both of his hands into the secret pocket and took out more sweets, dumping it into the pail until it was full.
“Most people here already went out partying or ran out of candy and I’m not taking all of this back home. So, here.”
Before Tony could lift himself up, he found himself in a pink, frilly headlock.
“Thank you, sir!” the girl said as she leaned her head against Tony’s armored neck.
Ever so slowly, the paralyzing shock washed away. He gave the girl two tentative pats on her back. “It’s no problem, Your Highness. Just remember to ration it.” The glittery python let go, allowing him to stand up. “Well, it’s pretty late, so you better head home and hit the hay.”
“O-of course, of course,” the woman said, blinking rapidly. She gave the two of them a wobbly smile as she got ahold her daughter’s hand. “Happy Halloween!”
“Happy Halloween!” the girl called over her shoulder, happily skipping along.
Tony watched them until they disappeared around the corner. He turned back to Peter, finding him leaning on the door, watching Tony. Even with the mask on, he could tell the kid was smiling at the act of kindness.
“I wasn’t kidding when I said I don’t want to carry this back home,” the man spoke before the little vigilante could get a single word out, pointing to the sack.
The two of them sat on a roof of a high-rise building near Tony’s tower, watching the city lights and eating the remaining chocolate bars. Unsurprisingly, the kid’s pile of more than twenty wrappers beat Tony’s measly two. The only sound around them was the muted bass-y music coming from some club nearby, some sparse traffic, and an occasional gust of wind racing along the walls.
It was as peaceful as New York could get.
Peter stopped swinging his legs and put another empty wrapper on his pile. “I didn’t know you were carrying around diabetic sweets. How did you come up with that?”
Tony opted for chewing the peanuts and caramel wrapped in a chocolate.
The kid’s face fell a bit. He took another bar and began eating.
“When I was a kid,” Tony began after a long pause, “there was a servant who worked for our family. He was more of a father to me than my actual father. I spent a lot of time with him and his wife.”
All movement to Tony’s left ceased. The kid was listening.
“I wasn’t allowed to go trick-or-treating like other kids.” He actually wasn’t allowed to do anything like other kids, but Peter didn’t have to know that. That was a story for… never, hopefully. “Still, the two of them made an effort. Their house was on the grounds near our mansion, so I would take a tiny bucket and go there.”
“Trick or treat!”
“Oh my, what a beautiful costume you have, master Tony.”
The ‘beautiful costumes’ in question always consisted of simple paper masks Tony quickly doodled himself. If Howard found out, it would’ve ended in a disaster.
“They would fill up the bucket and take me inside. You see, his wife had diabetes too, so most of the sweets I got were diabetic. If something came up, it would be easy to say the sweets were hers. I couldn’t take anything back home with me, so they had a special drawer where I could store my haul.”
Oh, how Tony missed Edwin and Ana Jarvis.
“I brought some in their memory. Just in case,” he finished. From the corner of his eye, he saw Peter smiling softly at Tony’s memory.
“You’re a good person, Mr. Stark.”
Tony audibly gagged, shattering the tranquil moment. “Don’t say that ever again. I’m an evil mastermind, please and thank you.”
The kid laughed. “Sure you are. Ow,” he frowned, putting his hand over his stomach, “my tummy hurts. Ow.”
“Gee, I wonder why,” Tony deadpanned, “you ate like thirty of those.”
“I think I was poisoned,” the kid went on as if he didn’t hear a word Tony said, then gasped. “You poisoned me, Mr. Stark!” he accused with a whine.
This time, Tony couldn’t hold back a snort. “I know I say a lot that you have puppy-eyes, but you’re not an actual puppy that can get poisoned by chocolate. You have to deal with the consequences of eating too much sugar, that’s all.”
Peter moaned. “It was so irresistible.”
“Sure, kiddo.”
“I think I’m done for today. Can you fly me home?”
“As long as you don’t barf on me.”
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Chapter Five: Tumbling Trouble
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Swearing and drugs
Word Count: 3. 1k
Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4 — Ao3 link
St*rkers DNI
Blood was now pooling on the concrete roof, filling up the cracks and branching out in all directions but Tony could only stare at the red on his hand.
The red that was reaching out like the raging flames of an explosion rolling upwards. 
Ready to consume everything in its path and -
No. Nope. Nuh-uh. Tony wasn’t going there, not now. Not with Spider-Man bleeding out in his arms. By no means was this kid, the soulmate that Tony had just met, allowed to die
Especially on his watch and not while Tony had anything to say about it. Not when he had more questions than answers.
“Alright, kid.” Tony adjusted his arms, making sure to support the kid’s back and knees as he felt the symbiote trickling at the back of his mind. It was distant but there and he didn’t need to look down to know it was already gathering back around his feet. “I hope you packed your lunch box because we’re going on a field trip.” 
He pushed himself to his feet, hoisting the kid in his arms. 
Tony tried not to think too much about how easy it felt. After all, he had enhanced strength and a suit. They had to be doing most of the work, right? 
He looked down at the unconscious kid in his arms and Tony's stomach twisted. 
Had the kid's cheeks always looked that sunken? Tony swore they didn't before. And since when did his clothes hang so awkwardly from his frame? He looked ready to take off like a rogue kite at the smallest wisp of a breeze.
But that was impossible. The kid couldn't be that underweight. 
Right?
Tony shook his head, deciding that can of worms could be opened another day. Perhaps when the kid wasn’t actively bleeding out in his arms. 
Throwing one last look at Peter's face, the rockets under Tony's feet ignited to life and he was taken skyward, leaving the God-forsaken roof behind.
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Waking up came slowly and it felt heavy. Not only that but there was a sharp, high-pitched ringing feeling like it was piercing straight through Peter's skull. 
The sensation made Peter choke on the air, but he pushed through, straining to hear past it.
Distantly, he remembered pain, faint and foggy. It was there, ever-present, yet just out of his reach. Peter tried reaching for it but there was a heaviness threatening to pull him back. 
He groaned, curling his fingers into the soft fabric underneath him and —
Peter froze.
Something wasn't right.
Nothing that he ever slept on felt this soft. Not even when he was younger because of how tight the money had been. And having the world turn upside overnight certainly didn't help things but he still didn't mind.
As long as he had May, he could endure it.
But this…
This didn't feel like home.
Peter felt his heart beating faster in his chest. Something was wrong. Very, very wrong. 
He couldn't smell the usual mouldy stench of the apartment's walls. Instead, when he sucked in a sharp breath the smell of antiseptic burned his nose and he gagged.
He tried to think of what happened but it felt as if it was blocked off, too distant and foggy for him to piece the memories together. He tried reaching for them, but something pulled him back. 
Peter groaned and clenched his fists. What happened? It had to be something. He couldn't imagine ever waking up normally feeling like this. 
Either he had gone on patrol without remembering, got hurt and blacked out with May finding him somehow with no choice but to take him to a hospital or -
He'd been kidnapped.
Without thinking, Peter's eyes flew open as he lurched up. 
He immediately regretted it as he was blinded by a piercing light and flinched, slamming his eyes shut. That didn't stop him though. He swung his feet over the bed and with whatever strength he had, Peter threw himself off the bed. 
However, as soon his feet touched the cold-tiled floor, his knees gave out from under him and he was sent crashing to the floor. 
The feeling of vertigo didn't leave him. Instead, Peter's thoughts were a jumbled mess and at this point, he wasn't sure what was up or down. Everything felt as if it was spinning out of control from underneath him.  
Peter slowly opened his eyes again and blinked a few times, straining to see past his blurred vision and the burning brightness.  
And that was when he saw it. Even with the world spinning way too fast than it had any right to, he managed to see it in the wash of colours. 
A window.
An escape.
May.
Peter pushed himself up to his feet, swaying as he tried to get his bearings. The only thing stopping him from falling back down again was the need to get away.
The need to get to May. 
To get away from wherever here was. 
That's all he could think of as he stumbled closer to the window clumsier than a newborn deer. 
However, as he got closer to his escape, he realized something. 
The window was open. 
He could feel the chilling winter breeze from where he was and despite everything, Peter couldn't help it. He laughed, almost losing whatever balance he had. 
Whoever kidnapped him couldn't have had more than two brain cells because if they did, no way they would've left an open window right next to their hostage.
Peter took a step forward but froze. 
He heard something—a voice, maybe—but it was muffled, almost like he was hearing it underwater. He couldn't make out the next words that were spoken, either. 
"P'k'—"
Peter swayed, his eyebrows furrowing.
"M's S'p—"
Was… was someone calling him?
No. Peter shook his head. He had to focus. He had to think of May. Of getting out. Now wasn't the time to get distracted. 
With that thought, he made one final push forward and threw himself at the window the exact moment his legs gave up from under him. 
Seconds before his knees hit the ground, he grabbed onto the windowsill, clinging onto it desperately as if it was his only lifeline. 
He swallowed, his stomach churning dangerously and his vision blurred again. The cool air coming through the window did little to soothe his nausea but he pushed it back. 
Okay. Peter faltered. Okay. This was fine. He made it to the window. All he had to do was crawl out and it would be all over. Which is what he'd done many times before by their apartment. This was no different. 
Peter groaned, pushing on his elbows to haul himself and the rest of his dead-beat body forward. He grabbed onto the window's frames, leaned forward and —
Oh my God.
Peter's arms immediately felt limp and he almost let go of the window and would've probably had if it wasn't for his sticky powers. 
It was high. Very, very high. Higher than it had any right to be and yeah sure, Peter dealt with tall buildings and such daily because of Spider-Man. 
But they didn't feel as high as this. 
He could barely see the ground from where he was and his arms and legs felt like folding in on themselves just looking down at it. 
Forcing himself to look up, Peter gritted his teeth, trying to ignore the headache he could feel growing behind his eyes. 
This time, while making sure he didn't look down, he aimed his wrist across to the nearest building and fully expected for a Web to shoot across but nothing happened. 
His wrist was bare. 
Peter groaned with realization as he looked down at his other wrist. 
He had no web-shooters.
Now he was going to have to walk all the way back to the apartment. He didn't think he'd be able to go climbing around other buildings after getting down this one.
Not without passing out and falling to his death. 
Throwing one more look down again, Peter felt a new wave of dizziness crash over him. His trembling fingers stuck to the windowsill, providing very little sense of security as he heaved himself up. He angled his body and planted his feet on the wall, mentally preparing himself for the way down.
He wasn't going to get anywhere standing in the window looking pretty all day. He had to move. 
For his sake and May's. 
She was probably already freaking out.
Not only that but it wouldn't be long before his kidnapper returned to his room and found out he'd made a break for it. 
With that thought, Peter started to climb down. He tried to not think too much about how high he was, how the cold stabbed into his bare feet, or how his limbs shook with every movement.
Instead, he focused on escaping. On getting back to May safely in one piece. 
One step at a time.
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"Jarvis, what's that on your wrist?"
"Hmm?" Jarvis looked down from where he'd been playing a star atop the Christmas tree to where Tony was sitting on the couch.
His dad was still gone somewhere, Tony didn't know where. Whenever he asked, everyone looked at him funny and never answered him.
Back then, he didn't know what pity was.
His five-year-old self was too naive to believe that his father didn't want to spend Christmas with him. That he preferred working in the lab and would rather throw Tony at the nearest adult and leave him.
"Oh." Jarvis smiled, looking up from where Tony had been pointing to. "This is my soulmark. Want to get a closer look?"
Tony perked up at that. "Yeah!" 
He hopped off the couch and ran to Jarvis, stepping over in place while he waited for the older man to get down.
Of course, he'd heard of soulmarks. His mom told him stories about them almost every night when he couldn't fall asleep, but he had never seen one up close.
Not on his mom at least, which he found strange. He knew she had one because he had caught a glimpse of his father's soulmark one time when he had wandered into the workshop.
Jarvis' stepped down from the chair he'd been standing on, kneeling down as he rolled up his sleeve.
"Wow." Tony stared at the mark. It looked like those flowers that he'd seen Jarvis give to Auntie Ana but it was different.
It was simpler. Glowing a vibrant green that almost seemed mesmerizing.
"Do you want to see something interesting?" Jarvis whispered in his ear and Tony nodded, feeling giddy with excitement.
He could never sit still when something new was presented to him. He heard the adults whisper sometimes that it was a trait he got from his dad. Which made sense to Tony.
His dad was a scientist.
Scientists discovered new things all the time, right? And they always wanted to find out what those were, right? Why else would his dad disappear into his lab all the time other than to find something new?
Jarvis' closed his eyes, his face pinching with concentration, and Tony felt his eyes widen.
"Whoa." Tony breathed, struck in awe as he watched as the mark grew brighter. It almost seemed to be pulsing and he swore could hear a heartbeat. 
He hadn't even realised that he had started leaning closer and it wasn't until he felt a hand in his hair that Tony startled back. He looked up to see Jarvis smiling down at him. “One day, you’ll meet your soulmate, and you’ll get to learn this too.”
Tony beamed up at him, believing every word of it.
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Tony wasn't sure how long he'd sat there in the lab staring at his hand. 
At the mark.
Even in the lab’s dull light, it still had a pale blue shimmer that shone brightly. It was no longer coated in blood, it was clean, with not even a fleck of red on his skin. 
Tony couldn't tell if the colour was the extremis' doing or if that's how soulmarks usually looked. 
He knew Jarvis' had been green but that's all he remembered. His mom never showed her soulmark and the same went for Howard. 
"You know you're never going to get a soulmate, right?"
Tony growled and clenched his hand, he could feel the mark pulsing through his skin, weak but steady.  
"No wonder you don't have a soulmate. You could never care for someone other than yourself."
Everything that had been done to him, every single word, betrayal, hurt and pain… 
All of it…
It all mixed together with something else, something more volatile. 
For nothing.
"Goddamit!" A scream from deep within tore its way from Tony as he shot up and swept everything on the lab table to the floor. 
The shattering of glass beakers, pieces of bent metal scraps and nails all went plummeting to the floor but that didn't stop his anger. His rage.
It added fueled an already burning fire. 
Everything he could get his hands on, he either flipped over or broke. 
"Sir!"
That's all the warning that Tony got before the most ear-splitting sound he ever heard suddenly blast through the lab. 
He choked, stumbling back and clinching his head. Tony clenched his eyes shut, gritting his teeth as it felt as if every bone in his body was being rattled. "Jarvis shut that off!" 
For a regular human, it would've sounded like a fly just buzzing by their ear but to him, it was more like a jackhammer slamming against his skull over and over again.
"Jarvis!"
Not even seconds later, the noise was cut off and Tony was left there standing, trembling hands still covering his ears and breathing heavily. 
He stood there for a few seconds before every last bit of strength he had left him and he collapsed back onto the floor, breathing heavily. 
He groaned and buried his head in his hands. "This is a mess."
"I can concur with that, Sir. The lab is a mess." 
Despite his ears ringing and his skull feeling like it had been split in half, Tony couldn't help it. He laughed, breathless and shook his head. 
"Who programmed you to give me so much sass?" 
"You did, Sir." 
Tony snorted and leaned back, smiling at the ceiling. "I guess I did, huh?" 
His eyes slid back down to his marked hand and he blinked. Even through the back of his hand, he could see it shining brightly but not completely. In a way, it reminded Tony of when he was younger and used to shine a torch through his hand. 
He swallowed. "Jarvis, is the kid awake yet? 
A few seconds way too many passed and Tony frowned, tilting his head towards the ceiling. "Jarvis?"
He squished down the uneasiness that started to build up in his chest, making his old arc reactor scar throb. 
Before everything, Jarvis wouldn't have taken this long to answer. He'd been ready to respond the second Tony gave a command, and carry it out with precision.
At least, until that day. Neither of them had been the same since.
Tony shook his head and forced himself to focus on breathing. Jarvis was fine. He was fine. Everything was fine. 
This whole mess was, well, it wasn't fine but Tony could fix it. All he had to do was be given time and —
"I can't detect Peter's vitals." 
Tony froze, the air leaving his lungs all at once. 
"Sir?" 
"I told you to watch him!" Tony all but snarled as he scrambled to his feet. He could feel himself shaking. He just met his soulmate, after so long and he was already —
Jarvis paused. "Sir, I can't detect Peter's vitals because he isn't in the building."
He isn't —
"What?"
"He left the building an hour ago. I had tried asking him to stop but he didn't seem to answer." 
"Pull up the footage!" Tony threw himself to the nearest table that wasn't tipped over during his tirade. 
He skidded to a stop, watching as a hologram flickered to life in front of him. He stared. And stared. It wasn't even a minute of watching everything unfold and Tony felt himself caught between anger, exasperation, and panic. 
Mostly panic and before Tony knew what he was doing, he was scrambling for the elevator.  
"Jarvis!" Tony hollered, skidding to a stop barely halfway through the doors. "Take me up!" 
He didn't need to say it twice because not even seconds later, the doors shut and it was moving. 
Tony didn't let himself breathe though, he could feel his hands shaking and his heart felt like a herd of elephants trampling over his chest from the inside.
Even if the elevator was moving as fast as it physically could, the ride felt impossibly long. Way too long.
The display took its sweet time to change the floor numbers one by one and ot felt like years had passed before finally, finally, the elevator dinged.
The doors opened and Tony stumbled into the room where he had left the kid, his legs doing most of the work. He wasn't even looking at where he was going at this point and —
The room was empty. 
The only signs of life that were left behind was turned-over medical equipment, the bedsheets and pillows scattered across the floor and the open window.
The damn window.
Tony stood there, staring at the it and yeah. Jarvis told him the kid had bailed. He'd seen the footage of Peter practically stumbling out of bed like Bambi drunk on several cases of whiskey. 
That didn't stop his brain from firing and misfiring at the same time. 
The kid - his soulmate - was someone out there, stumbling through the city bruised and battered and higher than a kite-
Nope. He had to focus. No going there. Panic attack could come later when he had his head screwed on straight. 
Now he had to find the kid. 
The kid couldn't have gone far. Not with the drugs still in his system. Hell, it was a miracle he was still breathing - and that applied to the little shit before Tony had dropped him. 
That, however, didn’t change the fact Tony needed to find the kid, and fast.
The suit was already wrapping itself around his body. “Jarvis.”
“Yes, Sir?”
“Double, no, triple the patrols. Bring out every drone and have them sweep over the city. Focus on finding the kid. Ignore everything else. Any sighting gets reported straight to me, don’t engage.”
If an animal chased into the corner was unpredictable, that applied twice for a super-powered teenager high on souped-up drugs. 
“As you wish.”
The faceplate clicked in place and his helmet lit up. 
Oh, Jarvis. Tony smiled. Even if you're not how you used to be anymore, you're was still there for me when I need you
With that thought, Tony threw himself out of the window and blasted into the sky.
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And like THAT we learned the cast for MCUs Fantastic Four and by extent.....Johnny Storm *shudders* God save us all from the Mouse and from how fucked the Johnny Storm (and also SpideyTorch) tag is gonna be once the movie comes out.
we are going to get SO MUCH johnny storm porn lads
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theroyalbard · 10 months
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More art of my Spidersona - Salvager: The Cyberpunk spider.
I she was born with a congenital heart condition like me ❤️ and got cybernetic enhancements to help her.
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Sim Tony deciding to try and court the new superhero swinging around New York. Only he thinks that the best way to do this is to gift him the corpse of the man who killed his uncle. Hand wrapped of course.
Tony Stark this or that 2023: Villain au @tstot card below
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itsagentromanoff · 2 months
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Steve: But, Tony, why would you be abducted on our wedding day and end up in Thailand?
Tony: Worst bachelor party ever?
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Okay but in a spiderman movie the main villain being Superior Iron Man would be fantastic.
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khalixascorner · 2 years
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Surrender
Summary: Villain Iron Man had captured the little spider and was training him to be his perfect pet. Only his pet decided to misbehave. Fill for SF Summer Bingo B3 Sub in Training.
Tags: Starker, nff, Sub in Training, Unwilling Pet Peter, Dark Tony, Dark Steve Rogers, mentioned Winter Soldier, Peter being punished, No Sex, but sexual style punishment, crops
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Tony walked in, exhausted from a long day of meetings but looking forward to the entertainment he had planned for the night.
“Everything prepared, J?” Tony asked.
“Yes sir, the Captain and the Soldier did as asked before leaving,” JARVIS replied. “You’ll also find dinner waiting on the table if you’d like to eat first.”
“Nah, I want dessert first,” Tony said with a smirk. He picked up his pace, heading for the playroom without even bothering to get comfortable first.
The sight when he opened the door was enough to get him hard just by looking. His new pet was tied down to a breeding bench, ass high in the air and legs forced open to expose as much as possible. His tight hole was clenched around a plug that Tony himself had designed. It would balloon on the inside, and had a variety of functions from small shocks to temperature changes. 
Even from the door, Tony could see the cage on his cock and the clamps on his balls. He walked around the bench, noting the chains that ran from the ball clamps to his chest with a grin. Given how tightly Peter was pressed against the bench, Tony could only imagine how much pain the nipple clamps were causing too. 
When he reached the boy’s head, he stopped to take in the absolutely wrecked look on his face. Tears streaked his cheeks and drool dripped steadily from the cock gag shoved in his mouth. The black leather collar around his neck was lifted just enough to prevent him from resting comfortably.
Tony slid his hand along Peter’s face gently, wiping away some of the tears even as he admired the quality of the collar with its white gold tags declaring him the property of Tony Stark.
“Cap says you tried to go outside without permission again, Peter,” Tony said. He made a disappointed tutting sound as he pulled his hand away from the boy’s face. “You know better than to leave without permission, don’t you?”
Peter quickly nodded and sobbed, a garbled sound coming out from the gag. No doubt he had an explanation, or at least an excuse, but Tony wasn’t interested in hearing it.
“You know the rules, Pet. I really had thought we were past this but apparently you need a reminder of what happens when you don’t obey,” Tony said, stepping towards the wall to grab one of the crops that hung there.
Peter started sobbing harder, flailing against the bindings, but Tony wasn’t concerned. The restraints had been designed specifically for their little spider, and he had yet to slip them even when under extreme duress.
“Now now, none of that,” Tony chided. “You knew the consequences, and even if there had been a valid reason, you could have asked JARVIS to log it or could have reported it to Cap or the Soldier. Since you chose not to do so, you’ve earned your punishment one way or the other. Either you tried to leave without permission, or you failed to communicate a problem.”
Peter sagged as much as his bindings would let him, all of the fight leaving him, and Tony ran a gentle hand down his pet’s back. He stopped when he reached the rougher skin of his brand, an arc reactor pattern with T. S. initialed in the center. It sat at the small of Peter’s back, and was just another reminder of who the spider belonged to. He loved running his fingers over it when he fucked his pet.
Abruptly, he stepped back and swung the crop without warning.
Peter whimpered as Stark pulled him off the bench and into his arms. His backside ached and burned even as his healing kicked in and started to mend it. The clamps tugged painfully but he didn’t dare complain. It had been foolish to try to leave, and he knew the consequences.
“Good boy, you took your punishment so well,” Stark murmured as he carried Peter out of the playroom and into the living room. “All is forgiven.”
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Peter couldn’t help the way his body relaxed slightly at Stark’s forgiveness and praise. He hated it, but it felt like he could do nothing about how conditioned he had become over the months he had been Stark’s unwilling pet. Fresh tears slid down his cheeks and he buried his face into the man’s shoulder.
“Oh little spider,” Stark said with a sigh as he settled them on the couch. Peter curled up on his lap, face still tucked firmly into the Dom’s shoulder. He wasn’t ready to face the other man yet, as Stark always managed to leave him feeling off balance and unsure.
The Dom ran his hands up and down Peter’s body soothingly, unclipping the clamps as he did. Peter slowly relaxed under the gentle touch until he was practically limp in Stark’s arms.
“That’s better, now how about you tell me why you decided to break the rules all of a sudden,” Stark said, one of his hands cupping Peter’s face and forcing him to look at the Dom.
“I’m sorry, sir, I just- I was people watching and I thought, I thought I saw Aunt May,” Peter whispered, his voice breaking on May’s name. “And I just had to see if it was her.”
“Peter, you know she died,” Stark said firmly. “I even let you attend her funeral.”
“I know, sir, and I’m sorry,” Peter replied, trying to pull in on himself but unable to move due to Stark’s hand holding his face tightly. “I just, I was so sure it was her. It looked so much like her that I had to check.”
Peter closed his eyes, unable to take the man’s scrutiny on top of the emotional upheaval of the day. Stark was silent for some time before he sighed again.
“And was it her, little spider?” Stark asked, finally letting go of his face.
“No,” Peter croaked, his whole body trembling as he tried to hold back the sobs. “No, it was just a stranger.”
“While I don’t condone your behavior, I do understand it, little spider,” Stark said as he ran a hand through Peter’s hair. He cuddled Peter gently, letting him cry in his arms until the broken sobs lessened to soft sniffles.
“I trust we won’t have a repeat of this incident,” Stark said, and Peter nodded. The brief spark of hope had been so painfully crushed. Peter couldn’t go through that again.
Peter continued to cuddle with Stark until the man decided he was done, and instead carried Peter to his room.
“Are you going to behave for me now?” Stark asked as he arranged Peter on the bed.
“Yes, sir,” Peter replied, already surrendering himself mentally to whatever Stark wanted. For once, Peter was grateful that it was so easy to slip into that headspace where the only thing that mattered was following Stark’s instructions.
“Good boy.”
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A great commission drawn for me by @maddiedrawz of Linda Lee (aka Red Daughter from Supergirl) and my DC OC, Marcia Constantine. Marcia is the niece of John Constantine, a scientist and supporting character in my fic "A New Team (Done Right)". Which is an MCU crossover with DC (including Supergirl and Arrowverse, along with other DC continuities all on the same earth)
In the fic, Red Daughter/Linda survived the ordeal with Lex and started a new life, with friends and family and found love with Marcia. NOTE: The story is not friendly to Steve Rogers or Wanda Maximoff. Story Link: A New Team (Done Right) - Chapter 1 - iamgoku - Multifandom [Archive of Our Own]
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I could rant for hours on end about how much I despise every single aspect of the Blip, but I'll limit myself to saying that yes, Tony indirectly insisting that the trillions of people who undoubtedly died as collateral damage in the Snap should just stay dead is, in my opinion, the single most evil thing he ever did. Also, I think Bruce deserves at least some of the blame for actually listening to him.
And yeah, while I love Clint, I can't stand what Endgame did to him, and the fact that he is never called out is insane.
Wanda is not and should never be a villain.
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idk-bruh-20 · 10 months
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"I spent most of my life trying to do the right thing and live up to expectations, but it turned out I was being used to cause harm. I just don't want to be used anymore."
Tony 🤝 Steve
^how CA:CW could have ended if they'd had even one (1) empathetic conversation
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winter-turtle · 2 years
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Ashes
Summary:
His superiors back at Hydra were loud and clear. Get in, get out. Make it look like an accident.
Kill Spider-Man.
Word count: 895
(Hydra Tony Stark fic)
READ ON AO3
A thick cloud of smoke was rising towards the night sky, covering the few stars that were visible. An explosion went off and the windows of a small apartment he’s been tasked to burn down sent the glass shards raining down on the street below. The bright flames were now hungrily spreading into every possible direction, devouring everything in their way. 
All that just to get rid of a single nuisance.
The blazing fire reflected in his cold, brown eyes as he stood on a nearby roof and watched the apartment building burn. The residents were running outside, but he paid them no mind.
They weren’t his target after all.
His superiors back at Hydra were loud and clear. Get in, get out. Make it look like an accident.
Kill Spider-Man.
He’d been given an address and a name. He’d been told that Spider-Man’s parents had been disposed of by Hydra a little over a decade ago. Now it was time to finish the job.
It was oh so easy to break in. The first thing he did, he tampered with the stove to start the fire, giving him just enough time to spread around a highly flammable powder he’s developed himself. For a good measure, he infused it with a chemical that once heated, it would release fumes to knock out the victim, ensuring they would meet their demise.
As he soundlessly moved across the apartment and coated everything in a generous layer of the powder, he kept one ear out for any sign of disruption; the woman returning or the target waking up.
But the door never opened and Spider-Man remained asleep, oblivious to the danger.
Tony made his exit and about a minute later, he could make out a faint orange streak that quickly grew in power.
There. It was done.
Another explosion went off, making people below scream. No sirens of the fire trucks could be heard yet.
Tony exhaled sharply to clear his nose from the ashes. Wiping the Hydra symbol on his chest plate with his sleeve, he looked over his shoulder at the small figure lying a few feet behind him, which was occasionally letting out a faint wheezes.
Yeah, his superiors wouldn’t be happy about that.
He had no idea what had possessed him to go back and get the kid out before he either suffocated or burned alive; it just… didn’t quite sit well with him. Which was strange, considering he’s done worse, but… never to a kid. Not directly, at least.
Spider-Man was a fifteen-year-old kid. Not a man. Just a boy, who was still going to school and got homework and stuff.
The boy hasn’t moved an inch since Tony dropped him down on the ground. His brown hair was tousled from sleep and his face, arms, legs and clothes overall were smudged with gray soot. Not a single serious injury from what he could see.
Tony stopped wiping the insignia, knelt at the kid’s side, and pressed two fingers to his neck. A faint but steady thrumming greeted him.
Yep, the kid will live.
For how long though? How long until Hydra sends someone else to finish the job? Tony could do it right now. There would be no struggle if he wrapped his hand around the kid’s throat and squeezed. Or shot him. Or threw him back into the fire.
The kid was absolutely vulnerable and at his mercy.
So… why couldn’t he bring himself to do it? He knew the punishment for a failed mission.
“What are you doing to me, kid?” Tony asked, his eyes narrowed. Yeah, as if glaring at an unconscious teenager would get him any answers.
The pulse under his fingertips thumped harder and the kid let out a single, weak cough, his upper body seizing slightly. Tony pulled away his hand and returned to his previous spot. He ignored the raging inferno behind him in favor of watching the young hero from Queens.
Maybe that was it. Maybe the reason Tony couldn’t bring himself to finish the job was because he saw a similar brown-haired kid, but this time sprawled barely conscious on the backseat of a car that crashed a long time ago.
It wasn’t all that often he remembered that night – or what he called ‘Before’ – but when he did, he mostly thought of her.
Tony recalled the photos in the apartment, where a smiling woman, the kid’s only family, was almost always holding the teen in some kind of embrace. They looked… happy. Tony had been happy with her too.
Before.
The kid coughed again. His fingers twitched. The sirens, although still far away, were approaching.
That was Tony’s cue to go.
He made up his mind.
“Just this once,” he said.
They won’t kill him. They won’t be happy, but they won’t kill him. He was too valuable to them, especially now that the Winter Soldier was gone.
But who knew what Hydra’s next step will be? With this blatant act of disobedience, had he given the kid a chance at living, or had he doomed him to something worse? He didn’t know.
Tony swung the duffel bag containing his gear over his shoulder. “From now on, you better be careful, kid,” he said and began to walk into the darkness.
“There are fates worse than death. Take my word on that.”
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