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Bucky Barnes x Reader Headcanons

Dating Bucky Barnes Would Include

This is gonna be pre-world war II Bucky.

Pre-World War II Bucky Barnes:

The man knows what’s good.

Like, he knows.

Suave and shit.

All about those half-smiles and little smirks, flirty winks and when he gets his uniform you know he’s gonna work it to his benefit.

Hat tilt.

Yeah.

You know what I’m talking about.

Don’t get me started on the way his uniform just outlines his body.

Like damn.

I c those arms.

He knows he’s hot.

He knows he’s the shit.

He isn’t shy about it either.

He knows how to flaunt it like a peacock.

Im sure you know why I said peaCOCK

Then there’s you.

Yeah, well, you were a surprise.

The best kind.

You attended the same art class as Steve. 

You were shy, quiet, but you easily became Steve’s friend when you noticed how he’d run out of paper during class. How he’d used up his sketchbook and started awkwardly fucking adorably looking around with flushed cheeks as everyone started to draw the model while he sat there not knowing what the fuck to do-

When you tore out a sheet from yours and slid it to his desk and those darn puppy dog eyes looked up at you with surprise and slight embarrassment-

you weRE GONE

As in, I must protect this boy from anything and everything at all costs including you, thanus kinda energy. 

Needless to say, you become friends.

Steve tells you about his hopes of joining the Army, of how he was tired of sitting around doing nothing when everyone was out there making a difference including his best pal, Bucky Barnes.

Yeah, he told you about him he never shuts up

You were intrigued, more for the whole “Til the end of the line” James rather than the “Panty-dropping, million dollar smile” James (Lillian Foster  was a damn loud talker in class)

Yes, you’ve heard about the neighborhood Casanova before, but frankly, you just weren’t interested.

Until now.

It’s a warm Summer’s day when the inevitable happened.

Steve had packed everything up and was on a rush to get out of art class  because it was Bucky’s sister’s birthday that day and they wanted to throw her a little party.

He was so quick to leave the guy forgot the piece he was working on.

By the way, the assignment was a portrait of your partner.

Aka you.

You quickly went after him with the portrait and just about screamed his name when you saw he was already being dragged off by some tall, lean, clearly well-muscled guy if that uniform was any indicator cause like damn- who had his arm around his shoulder.

Thankfully, you catch his attention.

As well as his friend’s.

They both stopped in their step while you jogged up to catch up to them, and with a wide smile you waved the portrait in his your hand,

“You forgot this.”

“Oh Geez, (Y/n) I didn’t notice I left it behind. I’m sorry you had to come out here to catch up to us-”

“Well, I’m not.”

To say that it got immensely quiet as you two stared at a starry-eyed Bucky is an understatement. 

It got even worse when his cheeks turned uncomfortably red.

“I uh, I said that out loud didn’t I?”

From that day on, the ladykiller Bucky Barnes was brought to his knees.

“Come on, Stevie. Gimme something. Her name! Her last name! Aw hell, her favorite color? Sports team? Does a girl like that even like sports-”

“She loves the Dodgers.”

“M’ gonna marry that girl, Steve.”

“Buck-”

“Gonna marry the absolute hell outta her.”

After the begging and whining, yes that’s right, whining-

Steve gives him a name.

Bucky also hangs around the art class a lot more now.

“You know what the real art is, (y/n)? You-”

“Barnes, you don’t even go here.”

After countless pick-up lines, which Steve had reprimanded him about because seriously? roses are red, my name is Bucky, will you do me the honor and let me get lucky?

“It’s a joke, Steve. Gal’s like a guy with a sense of humor.”

“Right. That’s why she stood there and stared at you for a solid five minutes.”

Finally, you agree to a date.

He takes you dancing.

You have a great time, laughing and smiling and by the end of it all with your arm looped with his, he walks you home and you don’t hesitate to lay one on his cheek.

And God, when you have your first official kiss on the lips a few weeks after, Bucky swears he’s died and gone to heaven.

Cause “darlin those sweet red lips of yours just put me in my grave and I couldnt have gone a better way”.

You meet his family.

When I say Bucky is over the moon at the fact his family loves you, its really not exaggerated.

“I’m afraid it’s a done deal now, doll. It’s gonna be me an’ you til the end of the line.”

“I’m telling Steve you said that.”

Steve is at the point where he’s not sure if his name is Steve or if its actually (y/n) because the boy just won’t stop talking about you.

“Did you know (y/n) is allergic to this? Did you know she likes that? Hey, did (y/n) ever tell you-”

“Yes, Buck. I know she’s allergic to this. I know she likes that. No she hasn’t told me about that but you did. Six times. Yesterday.”

The night before Bucky has to leave, is the night you two sleep together.

Yeah.

Exactly like that.

Sleep together.

As in S E X 

And it’s as sweet and gentle, and full of love as you’d expect.

For the first round.

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When he gets on the train platform to leave, you watch him hug and kiss his ma and sister and then you watch him share one hard hug with Steve and finally its your turn.

He gives you that smile.

That smile.

The smile that says I love you so much it hurts.

The smile that says God, I wish I could stay behind with you.

The smile that says the painfully honest I’m not sure if I’ll come back but you better believe I’ll try every thing I can to make sure I do.

And then he hugs you, and you pretend you don’t feel his shaking, and you whisper so tenderly in his ear that I’ll wait for you, solider with the ring he had given you the night before around your ring finger under you glove because you both decided not to tell anyone just yet.

And then he kisses you.

And God, does he kiss you.

A kiss so heated but still not enough.

And then he gets on the train.

Soon after you send letters.

Steve joins the army.

Captain America was created.

You still send letters.

Bucky stops replying after the fifth one. 

Captain America dies in a plane crash.

Peggy Carter comes by with a box of Bucky’s things, letters he’d written but never got to send and all it takes was that mask of a blank look on her face for you to know.

She’s ready to say something but the gleam of your ring catches her eyes and for a split second she can’t hide the surprise, the flicker of sorrow before she swallows and says,

“Steve never mentioned that.”

You don’t have to ask what she’s referring to.

“It was a surprise.”

Another beat of silence goes by and suddenly you have a hard time seeing through your tears,

“How?”

“He fell off a train.”

She leaves shortly after.

You wait.

And wait.

And you still wait.

With the ring around your finger, you wait.

You wait even when your skin gets wrinkly.

You wait even as your hair grows grey.

You wait as one by one, your family members disappear around you.

You wait until you’re sitting there in a nursing home staring out the window and watching Brooklyn flash by your eyes.

And suddenly, you meet a young man with bright blue eyes and golden hair that looks awfully similar to the scrawny, big-hearted art partner you once had.

And you can’t miss the small, shy smile on his face.

And then he moves back and you see a tall, lean, well-muscled brunette if the black henley he was wearing was an indicator with hair slicked back like he was still in the 40′s and a face that looked far too familiar to misplace and eyes so blue that you know he’s seen through too much and is still remembering too much.

He looks at you and god is it painful. Cause he’s in pain, it’s obvious from the face hes making.

But you pretend you don’t see his shaking, very much like that day he had left you.

You pretend you don’t see the mask cracking and chipping away from his expression.

You hold his eyes, those telling, beautiful eyes.

You smile.

“Took you long enough. Almost got a little tired waiting for you, Soldier.”

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Ya girl has 47 drafts......oopsie poopsie

Finals crunch is looming over my head but im gonna try and edit one and get it out. I havent released something in forever!!

Happy belated thanksgiving to those who celebrated it last week! I’m so thankful for you ALL!! :-)

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Possession

Summary: On your 25th birthday, for twenty four hours, you are allowed to possess your soulmate; a process called The Possession. As you look at the world from their eyes, you find out everything you can about your soulmate so you can locate them when The Possession is over. But you have a slight problem: you wake up in a cryo freezer. 

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 4,247

A/N: Do I want to get back into writing w this crazy ass idea? idk, but lets see how it does lol. let me know what you think!

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You didn’t know if it was just you, or if the clock was ticking by unbearably slowly. 

You watched the second hand mock you as it moved, as if threatening you to react to its slow passage. You gritted your teeth and forced yourself to close your eyes so you wouldn’t have to look at it. When you opened them again a few minutes later, you groaned. The wait was excruciating. 

You were nearly sweating through your clothes at this point, hands clammy. Had you been standing, you were sure you would have collapsed by now. Your legs were jelly and unable to move. You were staring at the clock again. Five minutes till the Possession. 

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Urban Legends (Part One - Chris Beck)

Pairing: Chris Beck x Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: i don’t think any apply.

Summary: (Y/n) Watney was something of an urban legend at NASA. Commander of the Ares I mission, (Y/n) was the first human to set foot on another planet. She heard names like Neil Armstrong and smirked. She was on her way to being the most famous astronaut in history, and she was determined to bring her brother along for the ride. She recommended Mark to Vincent Kapoor. She helped him get on the Ares III mission to Mars.

Her brother was stuck on Mars because of her, and she was determined to bring him home. 

After all, if he was the first human to die on another planet that would thoroughly steal her thunder; and she couldn’t have that.

Notes: This story is being simultaneously posted to AO3 as an OC story if you’d prefer to find that version. Also of note, Beck won’t be in the first few chapters, but I promise its coming.

There’s an urban legend about NASA.

In the 60s, the Soviet Union and the United States were deep into what is now called the Space Race. When the Soviets launched Sputnik 1, the first manmade satellite, Americans were wracked with panic. If the Soviet Union could launch a radio satellite into orbit around the Earth, who’s to say they couldn’t launch a gun?

The space program, NASA, became every Americans top priority. It was a nuclear deterrent, as well as a matter of national pride. If the Soviets had satellites in space hovering over American soil, then America needed satellites in space over Soviet soil. But America couldn’t just equal the Soviet Union; America needed to beat the Soviet Union.

When the first astronauts went into space, Soviet-born Yuri Gagarin beating out American-born Alan Shepard by less than a month for the honor of being the first man in space, they encountered a dilemma.

The ballpoint pen was pattented in the United Kingdom during 1938 as an alternative to the dip pen. It was a simple design. The new pen utilized a cartridge of ink attached to a metal ball over which the ink rolled out, allowing the user to write. There was only one problem. The ink was drawn down and fed out of the cartridge over the ball by nothing but the force of gravity. Meaning, in space, there was nothing to draw out the ink; leaving all modern pens effectively useless.

The United States invested $12 million of its funding into designing a pen that would function in zero gravity.

The Soviets just used pencils.

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Self care is writing self-indulgent fanfiction about Bucky Barnes comforting reader because their classes are hard and they’re in the middle of a depressive episode and just want to go back to the Avengers facility

While I’m in the common room of my dorm, post-mental breakdown, needing comfort, my classes are hard, i’m in the middle of a depressive episode, and I also want to go to the Avengers facility, pls, i just want Bucky Barnes to whisk me away on a quinjet,,,

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Just Tell Me it Was Real

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Implied smut, Bit of angst, Fluff

Word Count: 6,934

Square Filled: Time Travel (Fluff Bingo)

Square Filled: Castiel (Dean Bingo)

A/N: This was written or @spnfluffbingo2019, and @spndeanbingo.

Dean knows something isn’t right. He was supposed to go just a few days into the past and correct a mistake he made. A mistake he immediately regretted. But this wasn’t what he was expecting.

None of his surroundings are familiar. He’s found himself standing outside of a beautiful two-storied home that looks much like the one he’s so often imagined himself living in when he dreams about a perfect, apple pie life.

All Dean knows is that something went wrong. He has no clue where he’s at, or even what time period he’s in. And he certainly doesn’t know who the little boy running down the concrete walkway towards him is.

“Daddy!” the little boy yells before jumping into Dean’s arms.

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It’s wanting to kiss Rhysand hours

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icing (koh!tom)

Warnings: Language

Pairing: King of hell!Tom Holland x Angel!reader

Word Count: 1.4k

A/N: here’s another addition to my koh!tom au! as i said in the last post, these are out of chronological order, as i’m just basing them on ideas i have.  to be honest, i’m not quite sure if i like this one, because part of me thinks the discussion is a little ooc, but also these are both characters from my head so???? who knows. i hope you like it! let me know if you do!

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“I can’t believe you’ve never had a cupcake before.”

Tom grumbled, wiping his flour-covered hands on the front of the black apron covering his button up shirt. “Why in Satan’s name would I ever need something so sickly sweet?  It’s just sugar covered in sugar, topped with more sugar.”

“Right.  Because the king of hell only dines on the souls of the damned.” You rolled your eyes as you measured out vanilla, pouring it into the mixing bowl.

“I see your sarcasm has gotten better.” Tom chuckled, pushing up his sleeves once more. “How wonderful.”

“I’ve learned a lot from you.  And now you’re going to learn from me, about a lot of things.  How to make cupcakes…” You turned around and fixed his sleeves for him, rolling them tightly. “How to properly roll up your sleeves.  Must you wear a suit in the kitchen?”

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best things about the childhood best friends/friends to lovers trope

casual displays of affection

sharing a bed because “we’ve been doing it since we were kids”

platonic cuddling 12/10 times that a bed is shared… totally platonic…

that thing where they lay down and one person is lying perpendicular to the other with their head on the other’s stomach u feel

casual displays of affection

late night deep talks (a rooftop setting optional)

“i know you better than i know myself”

saying i love you to each other thinking the other person means “only as a friend/sibling” when no they mean romantically

calling the other person “home”

laying their head on the other person’s shoulder

forehead/cheek/temple/top of head kisses

super tight hugs where one or both “feels safe”

pet names/nicknames/referring to the other as “my (person’s name)”

CASUAL DISPLAYS OF AFFECTION

missing the other person whenever they’re not around more than best friends probs should

trusting each other so easily so effortlessly bc it’s second nature

literally just?? the fact that they’re best friends?????

“i’ve always loved you” / “i have loved you all my life”

basically pretending everything is casual and totally platonic when really they love each other so much i’m trash bye

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For everyone who hesitates to comment on a fic

Today I got a reply to a comment saying that the author had been so discouraged by the lack of response on the last two chapters that they had decided not to finish it, but that they had changed their mind and were now thinking of finishing. Just because I took 30 seconds to comment on each chapter.

It doesn’t matter if the fic is years old

It doesn’t matter if you don’t know what to say (“I loved this” is always music to an author’s ears, no matter how many times we hear it)

The author will not think you’re a creeper if you’re commenting on every single one of their fics

The author WILL cuddle your comments close to their hearts like the precious gems that they are, even if they’re only one word.

Comments and feedback matter. I’ve written in fandoms and for pairings that have very active, vocal fans who comment a lot, and I’ve written for ships that are not terribly popular and don’t get much reaction. The difference in my attitude is incredible.

Your feedback matters to authors. Click the kudos button, but please, take the time to leave a comment. Even if it’s just one word. If you like the writing and want to see more, let the author know

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I feel like most people think Bucky is rough in bed but I'm over here thinking about my soft headcanon:

- let’s be honest after Hydra he’s so afraid of growing attached to someone again that he actually keeps him up at night 

- so when things with you and him start to develop he’s t e r r i f i e d - but he’s so enamored with you that he can’t can’t help but fall in love with you. Hard. 

- when things get heated for the first time, his head is like screaming for him to put the breaks on, because he knows as soon as this happens he’s screwed. - you’re in his bed, kissing him wildly and he puts his hand on your shoulder to lightly push you away 

- you’re confused, wondering why he broke the moment, but when you see his face you know exactly what’s going on 

- “I’m scared” “I know” 

- so you sit there and hug him really tight and stroke his hair and tell him that nothing needs to happen - but he’s sure he wants to, he’s sure of it 

- he loves you and he’s wanted you forever but his head gets in the way of it 

- you kiss him very softly, almost afraid that you’re going to scare him off - that’s when he whispers to you that he wants you, and the kissing becomes a little hotter 

- and then he lays down and you’re on top of him, slowly unbuttoning his shirt, never breaking the kiss for a second 

- and he’s so gentle, everything he does is with purpose, with care 

- it’s been a long time since he’s been with anyone, and the fear of it all consumed him for a while, but it all comes back to him when he’s in the moment with you 

- over and over again ‘I love you’ slips from his lips 

- and after it’s over he holds your bare body so close to him that you can physically feel his heart beating in his chest. 

- he watches you as you drift slowly off to sleep and presses a few kisses to your forehead as he’s consumed with love for you, and the thought that perhaps it isn’t something to be scared of, but something to thrive off of.

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*Slams fists on tables* Dorky Tom!

dorky!tom who loves to wear sweaters over his shirts so only the collars stick out and he swears he’s so smooth and can talk to girls easily but the second you show up his mouth goes dry and he just goes “he—“ before his heart starts hammering in his chest. and don’t even think about laughing in front of him because the blush that streaks across his face is embarrassingly red to him and he does what he can to cover his face, but you think he is the cutest thing in the world. so when you ask him out on a date he thinks he’s dreaming, but already knows what he’s going to wear and the type of flowers he’s gonna give you I’m so 🥺

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You: when’s the next fic update

Me:

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So I’m writing and

now I’m realizing that it’s really similar to two fics I read about the same character a while ago. I really really like the story so far but I’m deciding on whether I should just scrap the whole thing or carry on with what I’m doing... idkidk ://

Edit: also, I can’t find the fics that it’s similar to. I remember reading them, but I just can’t find them. I don’t want anyone to get mad at me :(

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every step of the way masterlist

You and Tom are best friends, and you have been for as long as you can remember. After one night, everything changes. But, Tom is by your side every step of the way. 

bestfriend!dad!tom au

Positive - you find out you’re pregnant

Sick - dealing with morning sickness

There! - your first appointment

Day Dreams - daydreaming about your child

An Announcement - you tell your parents

Cravings - you have cravings

Nothing Fits - your clothes don’t fit

Just a Movie - you have mood swings

Showing - your bump starts to show

Butterfly - your baby starts moving

Ultrasound - you have an important ultrasound

Pulling Strings - you visit Tom on set

No More Secrets - announcing the pregnancy to the public

Baby Names - discussing baby names

Guard Dog - tessa is extra protective of you and the baby

Nesting - you and tom go shopping for the baby and start getting the nursery ready

Can’t Sleep - you’re having trouble sleeping, and tom talks to your baby to help out

Baby Shower - your families throw a small baby shower for you

Birthing Class - you and tom go to a birthing class together 

Over It - you’re sick of being pregnant

Pranked - harry convinces you to trick tom into thinking you’re in labor

Finally Here - the moment we’ve all been waiting for

Baby Holland - your families meet your baby

Welcome Home - you and Tom bring your baby home 

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BEAUTIFUL I LOVE IRONDAD AND SPIDERSON

Tony senses Peter’s agitation from the moment the kid walks in. He sees his wide eyes and fluttering fingers, moving with a restless energy as he itches red marks into his skin. A reminder to himself, Tony knows, that he’s still alive.

This is... well, it’s an ongoing thing. In the months since the reversal of the Decimation and the battle that killed Thanos and took Tony’s arm, Peter’s had many ups and downs.

For awhile, it seemed like it was mostly downs. It was night after night of pacing and Peter waking up screaming; May was nearly in tears when she told Tony she found Peter curled up on the floor one night, trying to protect himself from monsters she never had to see.

The kid is still scared. Tony hates it. Wishes he could scoop the kid up like he does with Morgan, just shush him and tell him it’s okay. (Because kids believe that. You tell them it’s okay and they believe you. Tony dreads the day when Morgan will stop blindly believing him.)

But these last couple of weeks had been good. Peter had come out of his shell more, attending all of his Decathlon practices, hanging out with Ned and MJ, going out to dinner with May, and hanging out with Tony, Morgan, and Pepper on the weekends. There’s been a spark in his eyes, so reminiscent of Before that it makes Tony’s heart ache.

Looking at him now, though, Tony can tell today is not one of those days. Peter’s learned to be more open with Tony, making it easy for the man to see the Bad Brain Day written in the lines of his skin. It’s painful to see.

For a second, they just stare at each other, Peter picking at the straps of his book bag and shifting from foot to foot while Tony studies him. It’s Tony who speaks first.

“You like jigsaw puzzles?”

Peter freezes, for just a moment, at the completely unexpected question. “Um, sure?”

“That’s so convenient,” Tony remarks, pushing himself up from his desk chair. “Because I happen to have a thousand-piece one.”

Peter watches in confusion as Tony crosses the room and stops in front of an old shelf, pulling a box off it before carelessly clearing off the workbench. Tony settles himself on a bar stool and gestures for Peter to sit, too.

Peter can’t help the huff of laughter that escapes him when he sees the picture on the box.

“Iron Man?” he says incredulously. “Isn’t that a bit... I dunno. Pretentious?”

Tony laughs good-naturedly. “Probably. But there’s actually a story behind it,” he tells him, dumping the pieces onto the table in front of them. Tony watches as Peter’s hands immediately start to flip all the pieces to the side with the picture, relieved that the kid’s no long picking at his skin.

“Oh?” Peter asks curiously.

“Yup,” Tony says, picking out and sorting the edge pieces from the middle pieces. For a second, he doesn’t say anything, momentarily letting them fall into a rhythm of flipping and sorting. It’s relaxing, and Tony can already see some of the tension easing out of the kid, now that his restless anxiety has somewhere to go.

“So, I wasn’t always this put-together,” Tony starts, and Peter snorts.

“You’re put-together?” he quips.

Tony glares at him, but there’s no real heat behind it. He rolls his eyes. “Are you going to keep interrupting my attempt at an inspirational story or should I just save myself the embarrassment?”

Peter grins sheepishly, sliding a corner piece into place. “Sorry, sorry. Continue, please.”

Tony watches as the smile slowly fades from the kid’s face, cursing the impermanence of it. This, he knows, is normal, too. He knows that Peter fights for every smile, for every laugh, for every good moment. He knows that it never seems to last. Tony sighs.

“After the whole Battle of New York shebang, I was a bit of a mess.” At Peter’s unimpressed look, Tony shoves him gently before continuing. “And by that, I mean a piping hot mess. A walking disaster. Unless I was drunk. Because then I wasn’t even walking much. I was just a disaster.”

Tony’s fumbling over his words, trying to get this right. He knows—he know there’s something he needs to tell the kid, something in this story and puzzle that’s important for the kid to grasp, and he’s worried he won’t get it right.

Tony starts pulling all the bluish white pieces out—the arc reactor—before he continues. “My relationship with Pepper had completely tanked, I was—I was really not in a good place. Flashbacks, anxiety, nightmares—all that fun stuff, you know?”

And of course Tony knows that Peter understands, but it still makes his chest tighten when Peter nods anyway. “Yeah,” the kid says quietly. “I know.”

Tony nods and lets out a breath. “It sucks,” he says bluntly. “I remember I’d fallen asleep on a futon in my old workshop, doing God only knows what. And I woke up to Rhodey brutally poking me in the side, because he’s an asshole. He was all, ‘Ugh, Tony, you smell.’ And, of course, I just tried to roll over and go back to sleep. Oh, I think this is a part of the right arm—ha, that’s ironic—“ Tony chuckles, passing the piece over to Peter.

Peter’s lips twitch at the joke, eyes darting to Tony’s prosthetic.

“So anyway,” Tony continues. “Rhodey throws a fucking box at me and goes, ‘Look, they made an Iron Man puzzle.’ And, because he’s a little shit, he proceeded to pick the box back up and pour the pieces all over the floor before pointing at me and going, ‘Get yourself together, man.’”

“Heartwarming,” Peter comments dryly.

Tony laughs. “I’ll have to tell Rhodey that’s the first word that came to mind.”

Peter hums in response as he tries to fit two pieces together. It’s only when they’re successfully attached that he looks up at Tony.

“So is this your way of telling me I need to get it together?” Peter asks. It comes out like a joke, but Tony can see the exhaustion seeping into his bones. Tony shrugs.

“Not exactly. You’re trying. I wasn’t, back then,” he says. “But that’s not really the point.” Tony picks up another piece and sorts it into a pile before looking at Peter with serious eyes. “The point is, even though sometimes it doesn’t seem like any progress is being made, and even though it might take awhile, you’re not—you’re not doing this alone. You have help, kid.”

For a moment, there is nothing. Both of their hands still on the puzzle pieces, and Peter stares unseeingly at the piles, eyes burning with emotion. Tony’s words strike a chord deep within him, make Peter think about how he was once nothing more than pieces in the wind. How scared he was when he was finally together again and how terrified he’s been every moment since then.

The idea that he can ever really, truly be whole again seems too good to be true. But Peter looks up at Tony, and god, he just wants to believe him. He tries to believe him. Peter blinks, clears his throat, and nods. “I—thank you.”

Tony just nods and nudges him gently again, allowing them to fall back into the comforting rhythm of flipping and sorting the pieces. After a moment, though, Peter darts his head to the side with a small smile.

“So you really came up with all that on the fly? The whole puzzle metaphor?”

Tony faces him with a mock scowl, ruffling Peter’s hair in response. “Hey, don’t mock my inspirational speeches.”

“I would never,” Peter says, passing Tony another corner piece.

“Of course not,” Tony says dryly. “Anyway, we’ve got most of the pieces sorted, and I’m—God, it’s tragic that I’m even saying this—craving juice pops, thanks to Morgan. She convinced me to buy those Spider-Man ones. How does a juice pop break sound?”

Peter wrinkles his nose. “God, no, those popsicles killed Spider-Man’s image. They’re horrifying.”

“I think they’re endearing,” Tony teases, slinging an arm around the kid as they make their way out of the workshop. Peter leans into the touch, the rest of the ever-present tension seeping out of him.

(And the next time Peter comes over, there’s a Spider-Man puzzle sitting on the workbench.)

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I can’t sleeeeeeeep and I just got a new sketchbook so here’s a little doodle of happy tourist peter