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I'M IN LOVE WITH MY ROOMMATE

Hi! Very long time no see! I (finally) started writing again, so here I am with my fourth fill for the@rollingstonys Stony Trope and AU bingo! Enjoy my take for the Roommate AU! AU where Steve and Tony find themselves sharing a room in college but they don't actually get along at first. [2.3k words]

Tony’s last year of college didn't start in the best of ways. His parents’ business was bankrupt and his parents had suggested they start living a more “average” life. This meant that, although his MIT tuition was secure, he would have to share a room in the dorms like any other average student. the thing was that Tony Stark wasn’t average. He lived in an enormous penthouse in the centre of Boston with his best friends and was famous for hosting extravagant parties in said penthouse. Tony was not someone who shared a dorm room with a stranger, but at that point, he didn’t have any choice.

Tony moved the heavy box full of robotics with his feet while he was carrying another one in his arms into room 336. He closed the door shut and took a moment to look around. That was going to be his house for the next year. It was so excessively…brown. And dark. But he didn’t mind the darkness, he worked better when the light was off. He noticed that his roommate hadn’t claimed one side of the room yet so he made himself comfortable and spread all of his belongings all over the left side of the room. Tony plugged in the coffee machine and started looking through his boxes for the blueprints for his latest project. He spread all of his stuff on the table, completely disregarding his clothes that needed folding and his bedding that needed to actually be put on the bed. Tony reached for his headphones in his pocket and started playing his rock playlist and got to work. It could have been hours or days since he started working and all he got in his system was coffee and some Mars bars. The music was blasting in Tony’s ears, probably too loud to be safe, and he was humming along his favourite song.

Steve could hear a voice singing from outside his room. He immediately thought that it was going to be a fun year with his singing roommate. It was his first year of college and the first time he ever left New York. He was excited about this new chapter of his life. He had been looking forward to going to college since high school. Steve opened the door, excited to meet his roommate. The room was mostly dark, the only light was coming from the desk on the left side of the room. His roommate was bent over the desk singing, screaming actually, along “Highway to Hell”. “Hi?” Steve screamed over the guy’s voice. Tony was so focused on his work and his song that he didn't hear the door opening or the voice of the guy who greeted him, or a least tried to. Steve walked over to the desk where the roommate was still focused on his work. “Hi, I’m Steve,” he said, putting his hand on the brunet’s shoulder, trying to get his attention. Tony felt an unknown hand on his shoulder and he stood up, hitting the guy in the face. Steve brought his hand to his face and Tony stopped the music after he realised that maybe the guy was his future roommate. “Oh my god, oh my god, I’m so so sorry” Steve sat on the closest bed, holding a hand on his nose. “Don’t worry, I scared you” he giggled. “Here, let me look at it” Tony moved Steve’s hand from his face. His nose and cheek were just a bit red and not too swollen. “I’m Tony and I’m so incredibly sorry” Tony held his hand in front of him. Steve looked at Tony for the first time. He wasn’t really tall but his chest was toned. The beard made him look much older than Steve but from his eyes shined a much younger light. Steve got up and shook Tony’s hand. “I’m Steve, nice to meet you,” he said with a big smile. Tony looked at him from head to toe, savouring the view of his broad shoulders and toned chest wrapped in a t-shirt a few sized too small. He could only, gladly, imagine what is hidden underneath. “I hope- Tony cleared his voice that came across way too high-pitched- I hope me slapping you won’t prevent us from uhm, becoming friends,” Tony said, in a questioning tone scratching the back of his head. “I won’t hold it over your head, don’t worry,” Steve replied chuckling. Steve and Tony didn’t become friends. They tried tho, but it just didn’t happen. Christmas holidays were approaching and the first term had come to an end. Three months they had spent in the same room, trying to, at least, coexists, but it just didn’t work out. And it’s not that they hadn’t tried. They did, Steve more than Tony and at some point, he got tired of being the only one to put some effort. Truth was, they couldn't be any more different. Steve’s part of the room was always tidy and spotlessly clean and all of his belongings were in drawers while Tony’s half was, well, the polar opposite. His clothes were all over the floor and the project he was working on covered the whole desk, and at some point, it invaded Steve’s desk as well and Tony was definitely not willing to tide up. Tony agreed to keep the floor clean enough for Steve to walk to the toilet without stepping on Tony’s clothes in exchange for Steve’s desk. Too bad that two days after the agreement was made, the neutral corridor was full of Tony’s clothes, again. After that, Steve was forced to divide the room with colourful tape. And it was not only the clothes incident that created bad blood between the two, it was the way Tony behaved that sooner rather than later, started to get on Steve’s nerves. In Tony’s defence, he’s never shared a room with anyone other than his robotic arm named Dum-e. But Dum-e didn’t really have the ability to complain about Tony’s unhealthy life choices. Christmas break came and, much to their despair, Steve and Tony learnt that they would have to spend Christmas break together. Tony’s parents were out on their annual Christmas trip. We’re broke because of you yet I am the one sharing the room with Mr. goody-two-shoes over here, this is what Tony yelled at his parents on the phone when they told him that

he would have to spend Christmas alone. Steve might or might not have overheard his phone call and that made telling Tony that he was going to stay at the dorm for Christmas even more tedious. So there they were, spaning Christmas in a half-decorated room. On his side, Steve put up a small Christmas tree, a stocking with his name and colourful lights. Tony’s side, however, was still the same pigsty that had been for the last three months. Christmas Eve was uneventful, to say the least. Steve spent it on his bed, catching up with some reading. Tony was…Steve didn’t know where Tony was and he frankly didn’t care. It didn’t take long for Steve to figure out where Tony spent his day. Around 3 am Tony stumbled into the room drunk and smelling like alcohol. The noise he made trying to open the door and consequently falling face first, tripping over his own two feet, woke Steve up. He looked at Tony curled on himself on the floor and finally decided to get out of bed to help him, mostly because he didn’t want to trip over him the next morning. “C’mon, up we go” Steve helped a growling Tony to stand up and lead the way to Tony’s bed. “Let’s go to bed, uh Tony?” Steve proposed in a sleepy voice. And then the inevitable happened. Tony knew it was going to happen sooner or later and if it hadn’t been the middle of the night, Steve would have been bent in two fro laughing too hard at Tony tripping over his pile of clothes and dragging them both down. Before Steve knew it, Tony was laid on his, with his head snuggled between Steve’s pecs. “I guess we’re staying here then” Steve pulled one pillow from Tony’s bed and made himself comfortable, or as comfortable one can be on the floor with another person laying over them. Truth was, if Steve wanted, he could have easily pushed Tony away and gone to his own bed. But he didn’t want to. He had wanted to have Tony laying over him since he got punched in the face by the firey brunet. Steve kissed Tony’s head, breathing in his…interesting smell. Whiskey and weed was definitely not what he had thought Tony smelled like. After the Christmas Eve incident, Steve and Tony grew closer. They weren’t exactly friends, but at least they spoke to each other. And Tony cleared the floor from his clothes. He even left a bit of space on Steve’s desks, which was still not enough for Steve to do some actual work on, but it was a good start. Steve came back in the room to a singing Tony and he was not surprised. “Tony I’m back” he screamed as he, loudly, shut the door before he walked over to Tony’s desk. He learnt his lesson and he surely didn’t want to be punched in the face, again. Steve slid a takeout box from the canteen across the desk. “I’m pretty sure I didn’t order room service” Tony shouted over the music. Steve took Tony’s headphones off and sat next to the brunet. “You need to eat something” Tony rolled his eyes. “And before you say anything, no, coffee doesn’t count” Tony opened the white container, deep down, he was grateful to have found a Steve to, more or less, take care of him. “Also, do you know that you always sing very loudly when you have your headphones on, right?” “No, I don’t” Steve took his phone from his pockets and showed him a video he took a couple of days before. Tony was shouting along one of his rock songs and Steve was trying to hold his laugh. “Tony?” Steve walked out of the tiny bathroom with his towel wrapped around his waist. “What are you doing up? This is usually the time you go to bed.” Steve looked at the clothes that were, once again, all over the floor. “And why are all your shirts pink?” he asked, trying to contain a laugh. “I do not always go to bed at this time thank you very much, and, unfortunately, I have to meet my parents today” “This doesn’t explain the pink shirts tho” “Very funny Stevie. I tried to do the laundry if you must know” At this point, Steve was still topless, sitting on Tony’s be, looking at him go through every single piece of clothing in his wardrobe. “You know you are supposed to separate the whites from

coloured stuff, right?” “Now I do” If Tony stopped pacing up and down the room and stopped long enough to glaze at Steve, he would have been pleasantly surprised. Steve was sat on his bed, without a t-shirt on and covered only by a small, easily removable towel. Since they started talking again, Tony often thought about having a nearly naked Steve in his bed and now that he was nearly naked in his bed, Tony hadn’t even noticed. “You can borrow one of mine if you need to” Steve hinted and Tony finally looked up from the drawer. He stared at Steve with his mouth open and gulped before nodding, without looking away from Steve’s firm abs. Steve handed Tony one of his white shirts. Tony tried it on and it was, obviously, too big for him. “I don’t think it fits” Tony replied, pouting. His hands were hidden by the long sleeve of the shirt and his red boxers, which Steve imagined were the cause of the pink laundry, were covered by the shirt, showing only Tony’s legs, much to Steve’s pleasure. “I think you look good,” Steve whispered, walking closer to Tony. Tony bit his lip without breaking eye contact. “You think?” he whispered back. Steve nodded, putting his hands on Tony’s waist. He sat on the bed, dragging Tony with him. Tony was sitting on Steve’s lap, with his arm around Steve’s neck. “I do, but I think you would look better without it, tho” Steve whispered in Tony’s ear before gently biting his lobe. And before they knew it, their lips met. Without parting, Tony shifted over Steve, putting his knees at the sides of Steve’s hips before slowly starting to move over him in small circles. He smiled when he felt Steve getting progressively harder under him. “I know what you’re doing, you cheeky little thing” “I don’t know what you’re talking about” Tony replied, before moving his mouth to the neck and starting to gently suck Steve’s pale skin. Steve’s hands moved to Tony’s ass and squeezed lightly, making Tony softly moan. “Steve?” Tony panted. “I have to go,” he said before getting up to pick up a new outfit for the meeting with his parents. he ended up wearing a pair of dark jeans, the least pink long-sleeved t-shirt he could find and a dark Black Sabbath t-shirt. “Does this look fine?” he asked Steve while fixing his hair. “I still think you’d look better without” Steve replied hugging Tony from behind and putting his chin on Tony’s shoulder. “Do you really really have to go?” Steve asked pulling him closer. Tony nodded. “Yes, but if you’re a good boy we can continue when I get back” Tony managed to turn in Steve’s arms and was now facing the blond. “You promise?” Tony nodded, gently kissing Steve’s nose. “Mh yes, now can you please let me go?” Steve pouted and waited for Tony to kiss his red lips before setting him free from the tight embrace. “See you later baby” Steve shouted before Tony closed the door, blowing him a kiss with a huge smile.

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MARRIED TO A KING? (STONY)

Hi! here is my third fill for the Stony Trope and AU Bingo by @therollingstonys (I hope I'm not too late). I guess we can consider this as another Royalty AU or Arranged Marriage

AU where Tony and Steve get married in a park as kids while playing together. But Tony is the rightful heir to the throne of Atra and is required to marry. [1.3k words]

Tony didn't know anything about the strange place called Brooklyn. He just followed his parents on their important business trip and all of a sudden, he found himself playing in a public park. With other kids. He never did that, in Atra. He was not allowed to play with any other kid. His butler Jarvis and his wife Anna were his only companions.

In that playground, surrounded by kids his own age, Tony felt like he was living a dream. He wanted to have friends his whole life, he wanted to play with kids his whole life and now his dreams came true.

He just wanted to be like everybody else and he couldn’t believe it when a small, boney child asked him to join him in his game. He shot a look at Anna and waited for her to tilt her head and then ran after the little boy.

The two boys barely played before the blond boy asked Tony if he wanted to get married. Tony thought it was quite strange playing pretend weddings, but then again, maybe that was what kids did in Brooklyn. The boy, who was younger than Tony was, pulled a wrinkled piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to him with a red pen. Tony stuck his tongue out to write his name as best as he could and passed it back to the boy, who scribbled something. Then, Anna called Tony, it was time for him to go back to his normal, boring, lonely life.

Before he ran away, the boy slid the piece of paper into Tony’s pocket and kissed his cheek.

That boy occupied Tony’s mind for the rest of his life. That was definitely the weirdest, best interaction he had with another human being outside of his palace. Every time he wished for a normal life, his mind kept wandering back to that moment. He even kept that little piece of paper that was supposed to be their fake marriage certificate. It had never left his pocket in all of those years. As he grew older, Tony tried to use Atra’s resources to find that boy, but he never had any success. After all, Tony didn’t even know his name. His signature on the piece of paper was nothing more than an illegible scribble. Tony eventually made peace with the fact that that bout was just going to live in his memories, destined to never meet again.

Little did Tony know that the Universe had different plans for them.

Tony’s parents died just a few months before his 18th birthday, and as heir to the throne of Atra, Tony was required to marry.

He was presented with tons of princes and princesses of neighbouring kingdoms. Tony was forced to attend infinite, boring balls, where royals courted him for a shot at the most sought-after throne of the Ten Kingdoms. But Tony, Tony wasn’t interested in any of them. He just wanted to get out of his uncomfortably tight clothes, take that heavy crown off his head and work and hide in his lab to work on his incredibly advanced technology.

“Sire, as the rightful heir to the throne, you have to marry…”

“It’s in the law, yeah yeah, I know”

Tony rolled his eyes at his advisors and settled on the floor, petting the court's new puppy.

“Your next birthday is approaching, Sir…”

“And I have to be married by then, I know the law”

Suddenly, the door shut close and the crowd of advisors and court people turned their attention to Jarvis, who had just entered the room with a chunky book in his arms.

“Your Majesty” Jarvis bowed before the king.

“Jarv!” Tony pumped his fist on Jarvis’, under the judgmental eyes of the court. Tony may have done that on purpose, he liked rebelling against the strict rules that his family had been following for ages.

“My Lord, I fear a wedding won’t be possible”

The advisors were looking at the butler with their mouths open.

“And why is that?”

“The law said that no wedding can be performed if there is an already existing previous wedding”

“This is madness, there is no other marriage” someone from the court shouted.

“That…that might not be true” Tony whispered.

The advisors looked at each other, not understanding what was going on.

“What are you on about, Your Majesty?”

Tony ignored all of the comments and questions coming from the court. He looked at Jarvis, as shocked as anybody else.

“Jarv, is this… is this what I think it is?”

Jarvis nodded.

“How can that be possible? I was- Tony stopped to lower his voice- six”

“I know your Majesty, but it’s stated in the Gran Book”

Jarvis pointed at the article on the old, yellow page of the Gran Book.

“This is bullshit,” Tony blurted out, gaining the unwanted attention of his companions.

“Our Majesty here married a lovely boy many many years ago in a park when he followed his parents on a business trip in Brooklyn” Jarvis explained.

“And the marriage is…valid?”

Tony passed to the closest court person the little piece of paper. The people in the room owed at the fake certificate.

“It seems like this is legit”

“He’s here, Sir” Jarvis announced, walking out of Tony’s suite.

Tony looked at himself in the mirror, adjusting his tie, contemplating if wearing the crown would be too much.

It took time to finally find the mysterious boy, but with Tony’s excellent technology, they thought they had the right one. Tony got in touch with him, explained the situation and asked him to reach him in Atra, hoping for the whole time that the boy, whose name was Steve, would accept his invitation.

He did, Steve accepted his invitation and now he was there, in the suite next door.

Tony was strangely nervous, he was about to see his, well, husband, for the first time in years. His hands were sweaty and his knees were shaky. He finally found the courage to walk out of his room to Steve’s and knocked on his door.

“Is that you, Tony?” Tony heard his voice and his heart almost skipped a beat.

“Uhm..yeah, yes”

“Come in”

Tony opened the door and walked into the room. No one was there yet. Tony sat on the bench near the bed and started playing with his fingers.

“Uhm, listen, I’m sorry I had to drag you into this”

“It’s nothing” Steve replied from the bathroom.

“No, no it’s not nothing. I dragged you out here against your will. If you don’t want to stay here, just say so, I honk we can get an annulment or something”

“Tony,” Steve said walking out of the bathroom “Tony stop”

Tony looked up from his hands, looking at Steve from feet to head, probably with a shocked expression on his face.

Steve was clearly just out of the shower, still very wet and dripping, topless with only a white, luxurious towel around his waist. Now, Steve was big. He was extremely tall, with broad shoulders and defined abs.

“Oh, I’m sorry Your Majesty, I shouldn’t have called you Tony”

“Oh c’mon, you should have and you did, everything is fine”

Steve slightly smiled rubbing his hair with another towel.

“I never forgot you Tony, that day, our wedding day apparently, replays constantly in my mind”

Steve sat next to Tony. Tony shivered when their thighs touched.

“I…this is not..”

“How you imagined me?” Steve completed the sentence chuckling.

“Yeah”

Tony chuckles.

“It took me forever to find you, I can’t believe you didn’t give me your name”

“I can’t believe I thought that that scribble on the paper was my actual name. Do you still have it?”

Tony nodded and took the piece of paper out of his pocket. Steve took it, their fingers brushed on each other’s. He looked at it with a little smile on his lips, brushing his finger over the scribbles that were supposed to be their signatures.

“I guess I should properly introduce myself. I am Steve and I am your husband”

Steve stuck out his hand and Tony vigorously shook it.

“Nice to meet you husband, I’m Tony”

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KING OF MY HEART (STONY)

Here is my second fill for the Royalty AU with KIng!Steve and Prince!Tony of the Stony Trope and AU Bingo by @therollingstonys

Royalty AU where Steve is supposed to marry Peggy for the good of his kingdom but he fals deeply in love with Tony.

It took Tony all of his courage only to walk down the corridor and now that he was standing in front of the door, his heart was racing at 100 miles per hour.

“Here goes nothing” he whispered, before knocking on the door.

He heard steps coming towards the door. Steve finally opened.

“Hey Tony” he greeted with a smile.

He was just in a pair of horse riding pants. Those and nothing else, leaving his toned and muscular chest out in the open for Tony to admire. If he hadn’t forced himself to look away, Tony was sure he would end up drooling.

“Oh, hi Your Majesty” he managed to babble.

“I told you already, drop the formalities” Steve replied laughing.

Steve showed Tony in his room, closing the door behind them.

“What brings you here?” Steve asked, sitting on the bench at the base of his bed. Tony sat next to him, then stood up again and started pacing up and down.

“Is everything ok Tony?” Steve asked, concerned.

“No. Everything is not ok. The opposite of ok, actually”

“Hey what’s wrong?” Steve asked, trying to grab Tony’s wrist.

“Don’t touch me” Tony moved his arm harshly “please” he whispered before Steve sat back in his old place.

“Can you please let me in your head? I can’t help you otherwise”

Tony stopped in front of Steve, playing with his fingers.

“Don’t marry her” Tony whispered in such a loud voice that it was almost impossible to hear.

“What?”

“Don’t marry her. Please, Don’t marry her”

“Tony” Steve whispered with a softness in his voice that Tony had never heard “You know I have to”

“Not until I tried everything”

“Don’t do this Tony. It’s not about me. It’s about the kingdom, the people. I have to marry Peggy”

“I love you, Steve, your Majesty. I’m in love with you”

Steve gulped.

“Don’t say that”

“I’ll keep saying it because it’s true” Tony felt a tear roll on his cheek.

“Don’t. Please. You don’t mean it, it’s not real”

“NO!” Tony screamed a little bit too loud “With all due respect your Majesty, no. You might not love me and that’s ok, but don’t, not even for a little second, dare to tell me that my feelings aren’t real”

Steve opened his mouth to talk.

“Don’t bother. I’ll gather my things and clean my rooms. I'll be gone before the end of the day. I hope it will be a lovely wedding. Farewell, your Majesty”

Tony headed to the door, but before he could put a hand on the handle, he felt something grabbing him by the wrist. Steve spun him around.

“You didn’t let me talk” Steve whispered in a low, raw voice.

“I don’t see what’s left to say. I love you, you don’t love me, and of the story. Now, please let me go so I can get out of your face as soon as possible, your Majesty”

Steve tightened the grip around Tony’s waist.

“It’s starting to sound a hell of a lot like you’re fucking with me Tony, with all of this Your Majesty crap, y’know. But I bet you like it, don’t you? I know I do”

A shiver went down Tony’s spine as he heard the raspiness in his voice.

“Now, how about you let me talk and listen to me huh”

“It’s not really necessary” Tony whispered back.

“You had you time to make a monologue, now let me make mine”

“No, I can’t, I’m sorry” Tony tried to free himself from Steve’s grip.

Steve let go of him, putting a hand on Tony’s hip and turning him to face him. He took in his fist the collar of Tony’s shirt and then lowered himself, pressing their lips together. Steve let go of the shirt, holding on to him by his waist. Tony circled Steve’s neck with his arms, clinging as close as humanly possible.

“Now you’ll listen to me,” Steve asked in between pants once he pulled away, keeping their foreheads together.

“I love you, Tony. I’ll be damned for how much I love you. You understand me?”

Tony murmured a little ‘yes’.

“I didn't quite get that” Steve replied with a malicious smirk.

“Yes, Your Majesty”

“Much, much better” Steve whispered on Tony's lips with a smile.

Steve pushed Tony until he met the edge of the bed with the back of his knees. Then, he pushed just a bit more, to make Tony fall under his weight. Tony’s hands caressed the muscles on Steve’s back. Slowly Steve unbuttoned Tony’s shirt, breaking off the kiss only to kiss collarbones. Then, he moved to the lines of his defined muscles.

Tony unbuttoned Steve’s pants and Steve pulled them down to his ankles, kicking them away, then he managed to help Tony slip out of his. Steve slid a hand into Tony’s brief, tickling Tony’s point already dripping in precum with his thumb.

“Oh God, your Majesty, that's so good,” Tony said in between pants as Steve wrapped his hand around Tony’s member and started stroking.

Steve ripped Tony’s underwear and threw them on the floor, next to the other pile of clothes.

Steve licked his index before sliding it inside of Tony and he felt his walls tighten around it.

“So good, baby, so good” he whispered with a raspy voice in Tony’s ear, just before biting his lobe.

Then, he slid in a second and a third finger, curing them and straightening them in fast sequences. When Tony was stretched enough, Steve pulled his fingers out, licking his tiptoe.

“Oh baby boy, you’re so sweet. Wanna try for yourself?”

Tony vigorously nodded and Steve slid his index and middle finger in Tony’s mouth.

“Please, Steve”

“What do you want, Tony?” Steve took both of their members in his hand and started stroking with a steady pace.

“I want you to fuck me”

“Oh, I see. Is this the way to talk to a King?”

“No, sir, fuck” Tony arched his back when Steve started tapping on his point.

“Then ask properly”

“Steve, Your majesty, my King, please, I want y-you to fuck me, please, my king, please”

Steve let go of their cocks, placing himself by Tony’s entrance.

“That’s more like it, baby”

Standing on his arms, Steve pushed in and stayed firm for a second, letting Tony’s walls adjust to his size.

“God, baby, you’re so tight, just for me”

Steve started pounding, taking Tony’s wrists with one hand and pinning them over his head. He tried to find the right angle and when Tony moaned louder than before, Steve understood that he had found the right place and slowed down.

“My King, please, faster”

“You’re so beautiful when you beg for me, baby boy”

Steve gave two strong thrusts, hitting Tony’s prostate.

“You want faster, and faster you shall have” he whispered, accelerating the pace.

Tony’s vision became blurry and he felt a nice, little shiver, running down his spine. He arched his back and his toes curled, releasing over both his and Steve’s chest. Steve licked the cum from Tony’s stomach, letting go of his hands so that he could hang onto his shoulder and caressed his cheek as his thrusts became slower and sloppier.

He screamed Tony’s name as he filled his hole.

Tony was laying on his stomach, half of his body covered by the luxurious silky sheet. On the other half, Steve was lightly passing his fingertips on the fine lines of Tony’s back muscles.

“We can’t do this anymore” Steve suddenly said.

“What?”

Tony sat on the bed on the other side from Steve.

“Why, Steve?”

Steve tried to put a hand on Tony’s tight.

“Tony, you know. For how beautiful and special this was, it can’t happen again. I’m getting married later today to a fantastic Princess, who I might not be in love with, but who doesn’t deserve a cheating husband”

Tony brushed away a tear that fell on his cheek before Steve could see it.

“Don’t marry her. Marry me”

“Tony, what are you talking about?”

“Marry me, Steve”

“Tony…I’m marrying her because-”

“Yeah, I know why you’re marrying Peggy, you told me. To expand and get protection for your kingdom. I get that, I do.”

“It pains me to ay this Tones, but you can’t give me what I need, maybe what I want, but not what my kingdom needs”

Tony looked at the ceiling and breathed in deeply.

“I can give you what you need, and more”

Steve looked perplexed.

“I am Anthony Stark, son of King Howard”

Tony bit his lip as he stared at Steve as the realization hit him.

“You…oh shoot, I’m sorry, I should have recognised you”

Tony moved his hand.

“Heh, I didn’t even recognise myself until a couple of days ago”

Steve chuckled.

“Wha-what happened to you?”

Tony crawled closer to Steve, snuggling against his chest, hearing his heart beating.

“As you know, my dad died a while ago and, as per his instructions, the Kingdom fell into my godfather’s hands until I got married”

“Obadiah” Steve whispered.

“Yes, him. Now, that was a fucking bad idea. Doesn’t surprise me though. Well, the kingdom, well, let’s say it went through a rough patch, and I wasn’t allowed to meet people, not to get married anyways. Because he knew, he knew that one he got married I would be the rightful King and he couldn’t let that happen”

Steve brushed away one of Tony’s tears that fell on his chest and started caressing the back of his hair. If a tear fell on his cheek as well, that’s not for anyone to know.

“I managed to run away to find myself a nice someone to marry when the storm hit and I forgot who I was. Wanna know something funny though?”

Steve nodded.

“I was actually coming here because I’ve heard that there was a nice, handsome King looking for a spouse”

“Ok, now you just want to get into my graces,” Steve said laughing.

“Mh, maybe. The offer still stands, though”

“To marry you?”

Tony nodded. Suddenly, Steve stopped stroking his hair and his heartbeat accelerated.

“You don’t have to tell me now. If you ever decide to accept it, meet me at Solstice Park at sunset. If you don’t come, I’ll know”

Tony put on his clothes and left a small peck on Steve’s lips and walked to the door.

“Goodbye, Your Majesty” he bowed before walking out.

“Get out of your head, man, you’re getting married” Bucky chuckled, throwing himself on Steve’s bed, waiting for him to get ready.

“Yeah, I’m not sure about that”

“What?” Bucky sat up straight “You can’t change your mind now”

Steve finished closing the buttons of the shirt and put the open tie around his neck, walking to Bucky to let him tie it for him. Then, he went back to his vanity and grabbed his silver cufflinks.

“Steve, what the hell are you talking about?”

“Tony came by earlier and well, we…y’know”

“Ok you had sex, go on”

Steve tied the first cufflink and sat next to Bucky.

“He told me he loves me and well, you know I love him too”

“Yes I do, a bit too well”

“He’s King’s Howard’s son” Bucky’s eyes widened.

“Didn’t he die?”

“Howard, yes. Tony was just benched, I guess. Well, he needs a spouse to get his kingdom back”

“He better find one, because that dude is a douche”

“Buck!”

“What! You know as well as I do that it’s true”

“Yeah that’s not the point, though”

And just like that, Bucky knew that there was something more to it.

“Oh my God, he proposed, didn’t he?”

Steve nodded.

“And you are actually thinking about accepting his proposal, aren’t you?”

He nodded again.

“I don’t know what to do, Buck. What do I do?”

“I can’t tell you what to do. But if you love him I guess you know what to do”

“I need to talk to Peggy”

Steve stood up and rushed to the door.

“You do you, but whatever you decide, remember that I’m with you till the end of the line”

Steve smiled at his best friend and rushed out of the door.

Steve stopped for a couple of seconds to catch his breath before knocking on the door. Behind it, there was the beautiful woman he was meant to marry. He realised that, if Tony hadn’t come along, he would have been really lucky to be her husband. And to have her as his wife. He probably could have tricked himself into marrying her. It wouldn’t have been the same, but arranged marriages worked like that.

Peggy’s lady-in-waiting opened the door, signing to Peggy to move somewhere Steve couldn’t see her.

“Is Princess Peggy here?”

“Oh no, sir. She’s here, but you can’t see her before the wedding, sir, Your Majesty”

“Ma’m, I need to talk to her”

“Cara, let him in” Steve heard a voice coming from inside the chamber.

“Yes, your Highness”

Steve walked in. Peggy was in her under vest fixing her jewels. Her makeup and hair were perfect. She was perfect, Steve noticed, he should have been blind not to see that. He felt bad for basically dumping her, but he couldn’t see his life with anyone else but Tony.

“My King” she bowed.

“Can… we please talk?”

“What’s wrong, Your Majesty?”

“I don’t know how to say this…”

Peggy sat on the edge of her bed, patting the covers next to her, signing to Steve to go sit next to her.

Peggy took Steve’s hand in hers.

“You don't want to marry me, do you?”

Steve shook his head.

“You are amazing and lovely and God, you're beautiful, but…”

“I’m not him. I know. Go marry him, be happy”

“For what it’s worth, I’m sorry”

“Go, don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine”

“He’s not gonna come. Pepper, he’s not coming”

“Calm down Tony, it’s not sundown just yet”

Tony was walking up and down, under the floral arch in the park, playing with the cuffs of the shirt.

“Tony, stop playing with your shirt”

“No Pep, you don’t understand. I have a feeling in my guts that tells me he’s not coming”

“Well- Rhodey got up from his chair, getting on his assigned place under the arch- your guts must be wrong then,” he said pointing at something in front of him.

Tony and Pepper turned in the direction pointed by Rhodey. They saw two horses running towards them.

Steve was riding a beautiful white horse and Bucky was just behind him on a black one.

“Steve, slow down, come here” Bucky screamed, tying the horses to a tree and ran after Steve.

“Come here for the love of God” Bucky whispered when Steve finally stopped.

“You forgot this,” he said, taking a crown from his bag and placing it on Steve’s head.

“Now go and get married,” he said with a smile, patting Steve on the shoulder, as he walked down the lane, towards his love and happiness.

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SNOWED IN (STONY)

HI! this is my first fill for the "Snowed in" square of the Stony Trope and AU bingo by @therollingstonys hope you like it!

Where Steve goes to Tony's place to study, but it suddenly starts snowing and and they find themselves stuck in the house for the entire weekend. [3.9k words]

Steve hated everything that had something to do with math. Or science, for that matter. He was passionate about art, literature, languages and he could work his way around sports, but math, physics or biology were subjects that he couldn’t understand, no matter how much he tried to. It was not like he would need them in his future, as he decided to go to culinary school after graduating high school. But he needed the grades, unfortunately.

Steve sat in the empty study room of his school and took out of his backpack his very big algebra book. On the cover, there were a bunch of smiling students. But Steve was not smiling. He actually wanted to scream and tear apart the book just from looking at him.

He hesitated, contemplating giving up, before actually opening the book and diving into the impossibly difficult exercises.

The door of the room opened and a breathless student came running in. He hid behind Steve, sitting on the floor. It took him two seconds and Steve barely saw his face, but he could recognize him from his messy hair and his singular perfume. Cologne and cigarettes. That student was undoubtedly Tony Stark, the richest, most popular student of the school. But if asked Steve, Tony was his first, real crush.

Tony was just a sophomore and wasn't part of any sports team, but nonetheless, he was the most envied student of the school. Those who didn’t want to be with him wanted to be him. Steve was part of the first category but gave up hope a long time ago.

“Please, please, I beg of you, act like I’m not here”

Yeah, easy to say when Tony couldn’t feel Steve’s heart beating a hundred miles per hour. Or see his pale cheeks now turned red. Or the knot in his throat because that was the first time ever they were even in the same room, that they both know of.

If asked, Steve would deny that he knew exactly which was Tony’s favourite restroom, which were Tony’s least favourite classes, that he would ditch for the better part of the lesson to wander in the corridors, or which was the best table at lunch to see Tony best. Bucky, Sam and Wanda wouldn’t be of the same opinion, though.

The door opened again and Steve looked up from his textbook, watching as Clint stepped in and looked around.

“He’s not here, is he?”

Steve frowned.

“Who’s not here?”

He would have known who Clint was talking about even if Tony wasn’t hiding behind his chair.

Clint huffed and closed the door shut.

“Are they gone?” Tony asked in a whisper.

“Yes”

“Thank you for creating a safe place for me, man. Knowing that dum dum, they won’t be back for a while” Tony said sitting on the chair next to Steve.

Steve tried to ignore his presence and definitely not to look at him, but it became more difficult when Tony moved his chair closer to Steve’s to take a look at the book.

“Uh but that’s easy” Tony mumbled before starting to explain how to do the exercises.

Soon enough, maths started making sense for Steve.

“How do you even know this? This is senior years stuff and you’re like”

“A sophomore, yeah I know” Tony cut Steve short “I guess the genius runs in the family”

Steve scoffed, shaking his head, moving on to the next exercise.

“Can I ask you something?”

Tony nodded, without looking up.

“What was that all about?”

Tony looked up.

“Oh I asked Natasha on a date on Friday and Clint didn’t take it well”

Steve didn’t take it well either. He felt a pinch of jealousy eating his guts, but he just smiled and nodded, going back to the exercise Tony working on.

“Listen, man, if you want I can help you with all of these shit subjects” Tony said, standing up, before walking out of the study room.

“Yeah no, it’s really not necessary”

“Oh, I insist. I’ll bring my notes on Monday”

Steve rolled his eyes. That day he understood that Tony didn’t like taking a no for an answer.

“‘Right. See you on Monday then,...” Tony hesitated, completely forgetting to ask for his name.

“Oh, it’s Steve”

“Right Steve” Steve could feel the engines in Tony’s head working.

“I’m Tony, by the way”

Steve smiled. “I know”

Tony looked at Steve as if he was crazy and walked out.

“Are you for real? He introduced himself and you replied ‘I know’?” Bucky asked, a little too louder for Steve’s taste and slapping him on the back of his head.

Steve had his head buried in his arms on the table of the canteen and growled. He had slapped himself several times since that day, but he didn’t have the chance to tell his friends.

“What the hell is wrong with you man?” Sam rolled his eyes “You were supposed to say, I don’t know, nice to meet you or something, definitely not I know”

“He’s going to think I’m a weirdo. Or a stalker”

“Yes, he will dude” Wanda replied, patting on his shoulder.

“Stevie, incoming, get up” Bucky warned, seeing Tony walking towards them.

“Tell Sharon I don’t want to talk to her”

“Well, I hope you’ll want to talk to me”

Steve’s head tilted up, recognising Tony’s voice, and kicked Bucky under the table for not being too specific.

“Yeah, uhm. Sorry, hi”

Tony took something from his backpack and laid on the table an enormous folder, separated into four big sections by coloured sticky notes.

“Here, the notes I talked to you about the other day”

“You just had all of these notes laying around?”

Tony shook his head, proudly.

“Nope made them all just for you”

Steve looked at Tony and then at Bucky, hoping he could read the brunet better than he could.

“I didn’t want to bother you with notes you already had, let alone making them just for me”

“You didn’t and will never bother me, Steve-o”

Steve blushed, looking away as fast as he could”

“I’m Tony by the way. Or did you already know that too?”

Tony held out his hand to Sam, who shook it forcefully. Wanda and Bucky loudly chuckled. Steve sent a deadly stare on Wanda’s way and kicked Bucky on his ankle.

Steve took the hint when Tony sat more comfortably on the bench next to him, stealing some fries from his lunch trail, and Bucky elbowed him in the ribs, in a clear final to start a conversation.

“So… how was your date?”

“Excuse me?” Tony stopped to look at Steve with a fry still mid-air “What date?”

Steve looked at Bucky and Sam, begging to help him out, but they were both too busy staring into each other’s eyes to notice.

“Your date with Natasha”

Wanda crossed her arms in front of her, eager to see where this was going and Tony looked perplexed.

“Yeah, you know, you told me that you asked her out and your friend was mad about it”

And I was mad about it, Steve thought but didn’t add anything.

“Oh that. Ok, no, you got it all wrong”

Steve’s eyes widened.

“I did ask her out just because Barton had been talking about her forever and didn’t have the balls to do it themselves”

Steve blushed and Wanda had to turn away. If Tony hadn’t been there, she would have burst out laughing in Steve’s face, but she was a good enough friend not to embarrass him in front of his crush anymore than he already was.

“Glad we cleared that out but now I have to go. I will pick you up on Friday after school. Pack an overnight bag and your books, you're in for an intensive Stark study session” Tony declared, getting up, shoving the rest of Steve’s fries in his mouth.

“And just so you know- Tony stood beside Steve, with his hands on Steve’s broad shoulder, and whispered in his ear- I like ‘em blond, tall and oblivious”

Tony winked at Steve’s friends, who were staring at him with their mouths open, and walked away.

Steve suddenly turned red and buried his head back into his arms crossed on the table.

“What did just happened”

“Dude, I think he just asked you out AND called you oblivious” Sam replied, before the three of them burst out laughing.

Only four days passed for Friday to come, but to Steve, it felt like four years.

Steve walked out of the school, waiting for Tony in the parking lot. He leaned against a metal fence, talking to his friends.

“Oh c’mon Wanda, you’re ditching us too?” Sam whined after Wands told them she couldn't make it to their usual videogame afternoon. Steve knew why, no one in the right state of mind would want to third wheel for Sam and Bucky.

Bucky put an arm behind Sam’s back, pulling him closer to his chest.

“This means that we have the house to ourselves” he whispered loud enough for everyone to hear, before shoving his tongue into his boyfriend's mouth.

“Disgusting” Steve growled, looking away.

“Alright, I’m out of here” Wanda said, smacking a kiss on Steve’s cheek.

Bucky pulled away from the kiss and lightly hugged Wanda, before turning to Steve.

“Pot, kettle. You’re the one here with a three-days-date with mr playboy”

Steve rolled his eyes.

“He’s two years younger, Bucky. Two years”

Tony pulled up in front of the three in a bright orange AUDI and honked twice to get Steve’s attention. Steve opened the door and sat in the seat next to Tony. Before he managed to close the door, Sam and Bucky started making obscene gestures and sounds.

“Drive away, Tony, for the love of God” Steve mumbled, turning to secure the seat belt and flipping off his friends from the car window.

The car ride was silent, not out of embarrassment, but because they didn’t have anything to talk about. Maybe they would have found something of common interest if either one of them had the balls to start a conversation. Which was weird because usually, Tony couldn’t shut up to save his life.

They were going in the opposite direction from Tony’s house and Steve wanted to ask why, but he wasn’t supposed to know where Tony lived and didn’t want to look like a stalker.

Eventually, they arrived in a large private parking lot. They both jumped out of the car and took all of the bags from the car. Tony had an incredible amount of things for a two-days-steak out, and Steve offered to carry some of the bags.

“You’re my knight in shining armour” Tony said with a smile that went from ear to ear and Steve’s heart almost skipped a beat.

Then, they both walked for 15 minutes until they arrived at a luxurious cabin. Tony kicked the mat, revealing the key and opened the door, letting all of the bags fall in the middle of the big corridor.

Steve helped Tony put away the groceries after dinner and then brought out his books. Tony returned from the toilet with a box of Monopoly.

“What exactly are you doing?” Tony asked, looking at Steve and the mountain of books on the kitchen table.

“I thought we came here to stu- Steve cut himself short after seeing Tony’s expression- never mind” he finished, putting the books back in the backpack.

“Dude- Tony slammed a bottle of vodka and two shot glasses on the table- it’s Friday night. We’ll think of the shitty stuff tomorrow”

Tony laid on the table the cardboard and divided the money between the two of them.

“So. You’ve heard of Monopoly, but have you ever played drunk Monopoly?”

Steve shook his head.

“Every time you land on someone else property, you chug one shot, if you go to prison, it’s three for every turn you spend in it”

Steve’s eyes widened. That was going to be a lot of alcohol, especially for someone who hadn’t even tried beer yet. But he nodded anyway because, well, Tony.

After they finished the first round around the board, Steve threw the dice and landed on Tony’s property. Tony smirked and poured vodka in one glass and slid it to Steve. Steve looked at the glass and then at Tony, with a disgusted expression.

“Down in one sip, it’s not as bad as it seems”

Steve brought the glass closer to his nose, smelling the piercing smell of alcohol, he closed his eyes and drank in one chug. He felt like his throat was on fire, but after a couple of rounds, it was like chugging water.

They were both lightheaded and had ditched Monopoly to move to the couch. Tony was lying with his head on a cushion, with his legs on Steve’s lap. He poured some more vodka into the glasses and handed it to Steve. He held out his glass, letting them cling together.

“За здоровье” Tony said with a smile.

“What was that?” Steve asked, laughing.

“It’s Russian, it means ‘drink to health’”

Steve laughed, throwing his head back.

“I didn’t know you knew Russian”

“I don’t, this is the only thing I know. The only important thing to know actually”

They both laughed as Steve caressed Tony’s ankles.

“Tony, can I ask you something?”

Tony looked up.

“Where are your parents? I mean, aren’t they mad you’re here without them?”

Tony rolled his eyes and sat up. He took the bottle of vodka and drank directly from it.

“My parents don’t even know what grade I’m in. I’m going to bed now” he replied with harshness in his voice as he got up and walked to the bedroom, stumbling.

Way to go Steve.

The morning after Tony woke up to the smell of freshly made pancakes. He walked into the kitchen with a huge smile, inhaling the perfume. He gulped when he realised that Steve was the one flipping pancake, topless. He stopped by the door, admiring Steve’s perfect back muscles.

“I could kidnap you if it means I get to wake up like this every morning” Tony mumbled, sitting on the stool. Steve smiled, flipping the last pancake and sliding it on the plate. He put two blueberries and a slice of fried bacon to make a smiley face.

He slid the plate in front of Tony, who looked at Steve with a little smirk. Steve observed Tony’s face while he ate his pancake. It was like the tension of the night before had been drowned in their sleep.

Tony let out a loud moan and Steve almost spat his coffee. Tony noticed and chuckled.

“This is the shit, Steve-o” Tony screamed, sliding another stack of pancakes on his plate and drowning them in maple syrup.

They worked the whole day, without even feeling like time was passing. Steve was actually feeling like he was understanding something, which was really good.

After dinner, Tony brought out a poker set.

“Strip poker, you up for it?”

Steve tensed in the chair. Tony noticed and started to look for something in his pocket.

“I have something to ease the tension if you want to” he said, sliding a packet of weed through the table.

Steve’s eyes widened.

“I don’t- I don’t really feel comfortable, y’know, smoking it”

Tony put on a disappointed expression, putting it back in his pocket.

“I can bake it though” Steve winked at Tony, letting him put the bag in his hand.

Tony sat on the counter, swinging his legs as he licked every spoon Steve put down. He ground the weed and it to Steve, who mixed it with the batter before putting the brownies in the oven.

Tony sat on the counter, waiting for the brownies to be ready, swinging his legs in a very childish way, while Steve drew a little sketch of him on his notepad.

When the timer rang, Steve made sure to close his sketchbook before taking them out of the oven and cutting them into even squares. He put them on a plate before sitting at the kitchen table and starting mixing the deck.

Tony took a brownie and bit it, letting out a loud moan.

“Seriously, how do you do it?”

They were already high when they got into the real game. The first items to fall on the floor were the socks, then their sweatshirts and t-shirts, leaving Tony only with his boxers on. Steve still had his t-shirt.

Steve laid his card on the table, smirking at Tony.

“Those- he pointed at Tony’s briefs- have to go” he said smiling as he took the deck, mixing and handing out the cards, without taking his eyes off Tony. Tony took his sweet time getting up and started playing around with the elastic, getting it lower on his hips as he got in front of Steve, who tried to look at his cards, avoiding looking at Tony, sliding his underwear to his ankle, kicking them as far as possible.

Tony walked closer to Steve, tilting his head up with a finger from under his chin.

“Look at me, Steve-o”

Steve started with his mouth slightly open. Tony moved his chair, sitting on Steve’s lap, moving his hips on Steve’s. He took the cards from Steve’s hand, putting them down on the table.

“Let’s pretend- Tony slid his hands under Steve’s t-shirt- just for a second-he pulled the limbs of the white cotton up, moving his hips on Steve’s a bit more- that you lost this round, huh?”

Steve moaned and Tony managed to take the t-shirt away. He scooted back a little to admire Steve’s toned body until he fell ass fist on the floor. They both laughed and then Steve took a piece of brownie and kneeled over Tony. He spread the chocolate crumbles all over Tony’s chest. Smirking, he started hovering over Tony, before lowering his face and licking every last piece of cake from his skin. Tony gulped as he fell the little wet kisses on his stomach.

Once Steve stopped, Tony took the chance to turn the tables, pushing Steve on the floor. As he sat on his hips, Tony felt Steve growing harder under him. He started moving in circles, smirking as Steve started squirming under him.

“If-if you’re going to make me...cum- Steve panted- you can at least k-kiss me”

Tony chuckled, lowering himself over Steve’s face. He caressed his cheek with his thumb and then moved to his lips, brushing them, without asking his eyes away from Steve’s. Their lips barely touched before Tony stood up and went back to moving his hips on Steve's and chuckled when Steve tried to protest.

Tony’s movement became slower and slower until he felt Steve's underwear getting wet under him. He sped his movements until he released all over Steve’s chest.

Sunday was a normal, lazy Sunday. They cuddled on the sofa under a cosy blanket. To be honest, they didn’t even bother putting any clothes back on. They just kept doing their exercises in their birthday suits, teasing each other, but never going over small, wet kisses on their chests. At some point, Tony fell asleep on Steve’s chest and Steve did shortly after while stroking Tony’s hair.

When they woke up, it was already dark outside. During the afternoon it started snowing. They hoped it would stop by the time they had to leave. However, during their nap, it snowed even more violently and it didn’t look like it was going to stop anytime soon. The road conditions were not ideal to drive back. The only thing they could do was stay right where they were.

“You don’t mind staying here until tomorrow morning, do you?” Tony asked, playing with Steve’s hand as they were watching a movie on the sofa.

“Nope, not even a little bit” Steve mumbled, smelling Tony’s hair.

The plan was fine, if only they hadn't slept through every single one of their alarms.

Tony hit Steve with a pillow, waking him up, while he jumped around trying to slide on his jeans.

“We’re fucking stupid. So fucking stupid”

Steve yawned, stretching his arms when Tony threw a shirt on his face.

“Take only the things you need and leave everything else here, we’ll take care of that later” Tony yelled, pouring coffee in a thermos and packing in a box some cookies Steve baked in the evening.

“Go, go, go, c’mon” Tony pushed Steve out of the door and down the track.

They jumped in the car and Tony started driving it out of the parking lot, humming a rock song Steve didn’t know. Steve held the thermos close to Tony, as he sipped the hot beverage with a straw.

“Cookie” he asked right before Steve handed him one.

They pulled up by the school just in time not to be late for the first lesson. Steve kissed Tony’s cheek before turning towards his classroom.

“See ya later” Tony screamed.

“Dude, what’s that?” Bucky asked, pointing at the t-shirt Steve was wearing, once they were in the corridor, after the lesson.

“What?” He asked before looking down at it. “Oh, shit. Uhm…”

Steve scratched the back of his head, realising that the shirt was a little tight and was constricting every movement.

“It’s Tony’s. We had a uhm...a nice weekend”

Tony came up from behind him, sparking him on the butt.

“I can see that” Sam chuckled on Bucky’s shoulder.

“Is that your shirt, Steve?”

Steve blushed in response.

As the group started walking away, Steve pulled Tony into a toilet, pushing him into a stall as soon as they checked that no one was in there.

Tony locked the door.

“Uhm, I like where this is going” he said with a smirk.

“Not what you’re thinking, Tony. I just need my shirt back, I’m having almost no movement here”

Tony chuckled.

“But I like yours. It’s big and cosy and it smells like you”

Steve rolled his eyes.

“Ok, let’s make a deal. You give me my shirt back and I’ll lend you my sweatshirt”

Tony seemed to think about that for a few seconds.

“Only if I get to hold on to it as long as I want to”

“Deal”

Eventually, Steve, with a lot of difficulties, managed to take off Tony's shirt, handing it back to its legitimate owner. Tony was starstruck by Steve’s perfect chest, although he had been seeing a hell of a lot of it in the past couple of days. Steve pulled off his shirt from Tony and wore his.

Once Tony was dressed, Steve went to open the door of the stall but Tony's hand grabbed his wrist, pulling Steve closer to him. He stood on his tiptoes, bringing their lips together.

Steve took Tony by his hips and let Tony cup his face, going deeper into the kiss.

“We’re ok, aren’t we” Steve asked, opening the little door and walking out.

“More than ok” Tony replied, taking Steve’s hand and making their way down the corridor.

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“I THOUGHT I LOST YOU” KISS (WINTERIRON)

“I THOUGHT I LOST YOU” KISS: the breath is knocked out both of them with the force that they collide with. Palms are pressed to the cheeks, thumbs swiping away tears until their mouths collide messily, the world seeming to disappear around them.

“Where is he”

Tony screamed, rushing into the hospital.

Just half an hour before, he was pulled out from a very important meeting at SI by a very worrying call from Bucky’s phone. It was not Bucky though. It was about Bucky, but it was not from his favourite brunet. Bucky had been in an accident. After he heard the words ‘hospital’ and ‘accident’ in the same sentence, Tony left everything he was doing and stormed out of the tower, taking his car and rushing to the hospital.

“Where is he, please tell me where he is” Tony cried.

“Sir, I need a name to be able to help you” the nurse that rushed to him replied.

“Bucky- Tony pushed back his tears- James Barnes”

“I’ll get you his doctors”

Tony sat in the waiting room, on the edge of the very uncomfortable chair, bouncing his leg up and down and nervously playing with his fingers.

“Mr Stark?”

The doctor approached him after way too much time.

“How is he?”

The doctor sat next to him.

“We rushed him to the OR as soon as he arrived. His spleen was completely damaged and we had to remove it”

Tony passed his hands through his hair.

“How is he?”

“He’s fine Mr Stark. He’s in the ICU now and should be waking up soon”

“When can I see him?”

“Follow me”

The doctor led Tony into Bucky’s room. He was on the bed with a lot of tubes and wires connected to his body. Tony sat next to the bed.

“Hey” Bucky whispered, with a little smile

“Hey baby, you scared me”

“Well, I’m alive, aren’t I?” Buck said, lightly squeezing Tony’s hand.

“What happened?”

“I was crossing the road and a madman hit me- Bucky’s eyes widened- Oh god, the bike you gifted me, it must be wrecked”

Tony kissed Bucky’s hand on the back.

“Oh, don’t worry about it, I’m just glad you’re fine”

Bucky whined before drifting off. Tony started caressing his hand in small circles, laying his head on the bed and fell asleep shortly after.

Tony was woken up by the sound of the monitors going off. He tilted his head up, just to see Bucky tilting on the bed with white foam on his lips.

“HELP, someone help him, please”

The doctors and nurses rushed in and started turning Bucky on his side, throwing the pillows on the floor. A nurse walked Tony out, stroking his back.

“We need a head CT” Tony heard the doctor scream before a resident rolled Bucky’s bed out of the room.

The doctor stopped to talk to Tony.

“What happened, Doctor?”

“He had a seizure, we’re bringing him to get a CT, it’s probably a brain bleed caused by the accident”

Another doctor showed the scans to the one Tony was talking to.

“Crap” she whispered “We have to go”

Tony managed to stop the other doctor before he ran away too.

“What’s wrong? What happened?”

“It appears he had a major bleed, we’re rushing him to the OR to repair it right now”

“Doctor?” Tony called him back after he had let his wrist go.

The doctor turned his head.

“Bring him back to me, please” Tony begged with tears in his eyes.

“Don’t worry sir, she’s the best”

“He’s waking up, if you want to see him”

The doctor shook Tony by the shoulder, waking him up from his slumber.

“The surgery was successful and he’s stable and responsive now”

Tony nodded, following the doctor into the room. He stood in the doorway, looking at Bucky. His head was covered in white bandages and he had stickers all over his chest to monitor his heartbeat.

“I see you standing there, doll” Bucky whispered so low that Tony was barely able to catch his words.

Tony looked at the doctor, who nodded, allowing him to go in. He rushed by the bed, throwing himself on Bucky’s lips before either of them could say a word. their lips were not moving, just pressed against each other for as long as they could possibly hold their breath. Bucky lightly pushed Tony away, trying to breathe in as much air as possible and Tony, after kissing him on the head, put their foreheads together.

One of Tony’s tears fell on Bucky’s cheek.

Bucky put his hand on Tony’s cheek, brushing the tear away.

“Hey. Hey, I’m here babe, no more tears, ok?”

Tony stood up, drying the tears with the sleeve of his shirt.

“I said no more tears” Bucky repeated in a very tender tone.

Tony nodded, pushing back the ones that were already forming in his eyes and laid on the bed next to Bucky, resting his head on his chest.

“I thought I lost you” he said, holding on to Bucky’s gown with a fist.

Bucky stroked Tony’s hair, kissing him on the top of his head.

“I’m a survivor, y’know”

Tony chuckled, snuggling closer into Bucky’s chest.

“I thought about it, you know, I think you won’t be getting your bike back anytime soon, if not

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AFTER SEX KISS (WINTERIRON)

AFTER SEX KISS: lazy, slow presses. Limbs pressed together, chests heaving. Soft murmurs, fingers trailing down backs, tracing lazy patterns.

‘’You gotta tell him, man”

“Why” Bucky whined, throwing the covers over his face.

“Uh because it took you three years to ask him out and when he finally said yes you can’t just stand him up. So call him” Sam replied, handing him his phone.

“Yes, but it’s not a reason to cancel”

“Uh yes, it is. He will understand, so please call him, you’ll reschedule”

Bucky growled from under his covers.

“I’ll text him”

“No, you call him. Ops, already dialled” Sam said, pulling the covers away from Bucky and handing him his phone.

Bucky set up, taking the phone and bringing it to his ear.

“Hey Stark” Sam shot him a deadly gaze

“Tony, s’ry” Bucky corrected himself, rolling his eyes.

“Hey James, still up for tonight?”

“Yeah, about that. I’m not really feeling it today. Bad head day, and all”

“Yeah, I get it. Tomorrow night then?”

“I’ll let you know”

Bucky closed the call, laying back on the bed.

“You happy now?”

“Very” Sam replied, walking out, before closing the door “I’m staying out tonight, you take care”

Bucky snuggled in his bed and dozed off.

Someone was loudly banging at the door and insistently ringing the bell. Bucky rolled on the bed and fell to the ground, growling. He laid on the floor, hoping that the banging would stop, but it didn’t.

Bucky stood up and stumbled to the door, ready to burst out at whoever was at the door. He opened it, revealing Tony with a trail full of take out and a box of beer.

“Uhm hi. I… brought you some food, but if you don’t want me here I can just leave, it’s really up to you”

Bucky scratched the back of his neck.

“Uh hey, hi. It’s ok, come in”

Bucky showed Tony in and closed the door.

“You can put that on the table, I guess”

Tony smiled and put the food down where Bucky told him to and sat in front of him. Bucky shrugged.

“Are you cold? Do you need a sweatshirt?”

Bucky shook his head.

“No- he looked around the room- No, I’m in the mood for the fireplace”

Tony’s eyes widened.

“It’s Apri- y’know what? Today is about you, we’ll light the fireplace”

Bucky chuckled shyly, looking at Tony,  scavenging around the kitchen, trying to find a lighter or some matches.

“There are matches in the cupboard”

Tony opened the cupboard, finding the matches between a pile of mugs and one of glasses. He looked at Bucky with a questioning look.

“Oh c’mon let me be. It makes sense to me”

Tony chuckled and walked to the fireplace to light the fire.

“Here you go” he said when the fire was lit.

Bucky took the trail with the food and walked to Tony, sitting on the floor and dragging Tony down with him.

They ate in silence, scooting closer every once in a while. It didn’t bother Tony, having to change plans, nor eating without talking, even though he was desperate to get to know the gorgeous brunet. He understood bad head days, and he knew that if Bucky was anything like him, he wouldn’t want to be completely alone, even if it was just to watch the fire burn in the fireplace.

Tony leaned his head against Bucky’s shoulder, ready to move back if Bucky asked him to. He felt Bucky’s muscles tense under his head and looked at him out of the corner of his eyes, trying to evaluate the situation.

“You can stay there. I like it” Bucky whispered, leaning his head against Tony’s and taking Tony’s hand in his, massaging small circles on the back.

Then it happened. Somehow Tony ended up in Bucky’s lap, snuggled against his chest.

Tony turned, facing Bucky, standing on his knees,  with his legs spread on the sides of Bucky’s hips. He put Bucky’s hands on his waist and then his arms around Bucky’s neck. They brushed their noses together before they made their lips collide. When they parted, they exchanged a lustful look, before jumping back on each other’s lips. Tony put his hands on the limb of Bucky’s tank top, getting it off and throwing it behind his back. Bucky kicked the empty boxes out of the way, helping Tony to lay on the carpet. Bucky started kissing Tony’s neck, then his collarbone, which made him moan, and then he kissed him down the long scar in the middle of his chest. Tony put his hands in Bucky’s hair when Bucky started kissing him on the line of his pants. Bucky pulled off his pants and underwear altogether. He stopped for a while to admire the beautiful man laying under him.

After asking him if he was ready, Bucky took his fingers to Tony’s mouth, letting him suck on them. Then he prepped Tony, making him moan loudly.

“You sure?” Bucky whispered, putting his point by Tony’s entrance.

Tony nodded and Bucky pushed himself in, stopping for a second to let Tony adjust and then he started pounding, hitting his prostate. Tony clenched his arms around Bucky’s torso, scratching his back.

Tony moaned loudly in the kiss, pulling Bucky’s body closer to his. Bucky’s thrusts became slower and sloppier as he came closer to his climax. Tony curved his back when he started seeing small black dots and feeling his toes curl. He moaned Bucky’s name, hanging on his back with his nails and released all over his stomach.

Bucky looked at him with a loving smile, left a small peck on Tony’s lips and got up to grab a towel to clean Tony up. When he got back, he dragged with him a blanket from the sofa. He wiped the sticky stuff from Tony’s belly, earning a few chuckles from him.

He puffed a pillow from the couch and laid on the floor next to Tony, covering them both with the blanket. Tony rolled to Bucky, snuggling against his buff chest. The taller man kissed the top of Tony’s head.

“This was...unusual”

��Unusual good or unusual bad?” Bucky asked, gently stroking Tony’s hair.

“Oh it’s definitely good”

Bucky softly laughed, making Tony’s head jolt on his chest. They both looked at each other with a little smile on their lips.

“Y’know, I’m still expecting a date, a real date”

“Oh is it?”

Tony nodded.

“What do you want to do on this real date?”

Tony put on a thinking expression.

“Definitely dinner. With loads of champagne”

“Oh, I see”

“Mh mh, and maybe even a walk on the beach afterwards”

Bucky laughed, tilting Tony’s chis up and pressed their lips together, brushing Tony’s with his thumb. He passed his tiptoes over Tony’s shoulders and clavicles while Tony caressed the scar tissue around the attachment of Bucky's metal arm, observing the perfect mechanisms and listening to the sounds they made every time Bucky moved.

“The more I look at it,  the more perfect it gets” Tony whispered,  caressing the scarred skin that went from the shoulder almost to the neck.

Bucky looked down at Tony, caressing his hair and kissing his forehead.

“The more I look at you, the more perfect you get”

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GOODBYE KISS (STUCKY)

GOODBYE KISS: lingering and hard for long times apart. It curves one’s body against the other’s, with hands against backs.

Steve took the envelope from Bucky’s hand, sitting on their bed. It had already been opened. Steve took out the letter and looked at Bucky. He was standing in front of Steve, leaned against the dresser, with his hands in his pockets.

“What is this?” Steve asked, knowing damn well what it was.

The letter had the giant logo of the US Army printed on the top of it. And that could mean only one thing.

Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes, it stated.

“You’re leaving. Again” Steve stated with a blank expression.

Bucky slightly nodded, looking at his feet.

“When? When are you leaving?”

Steve knew that he could find his answer in the letter, but he didn’t want to look at it even for one more second.

“Two days” Bucky whispered.

Steve finally looked at Bucky, breathed out loudly and let himself fall on his back on the bed. He put his hands through his hair and then massaged his temples.

It was late when Bucky joined Steve in bed. He didn’t want to face Steve while he was still awake. Sure, Steve knew about Bucky’s involvement with the military and he understood that he couldn’t just refuse service to his country. But they had been tough deployment before, twice while they were dating and then again during their engagement. They didn’t discuss it, but none of them expected him to be called again. They didn’t want to believe that Bucky would leave again, that something that big could ever come between them once more.

Bucky knew that Steve would not be fine with that, who would be. He laid in bed next to his husband, being careful not to wake him up. But Steve was not asleep. He was wide awake and he couldn’t sleep, as much as he tried to.

“Hey” Steve whispered when he felt the mattress moving under him.

“Did I wake you?”

“No- Steve shook his head- couldn’t sleep”

Steve rolled over, giving his back to Bucky, facing the door.

“Is it because of…?”

“Yes” Steve whispered softly.

Bucky hugged Steve from behind, making him the little spoon.

“I’m sorry” Bucky mumbled in Steve’s neck.

“When America calls, you run, I get it”

Bucky chuckled, lightly.

“How long?”

“I don’t- I don’t know how long”

Steve nodded, mumbling a little ‘ok’.

“Are we fine, right?” Bucky asked, worried.

Steve took Bucky’s hands, placing a little kiss on them.

“Yes, we’re totally fine”

Steve pulled up in front of the military hospital. They were early, but it didn’t matter. Steve turned off the car, looking in front of him and putting his hand on the gear change. He could feel his eyes filling up with tears, but he didn't want Bucky to know so he just avoided blinking. Bucky noticed. he knew his husband better than anybody else in the world. He put a hand on Steve’s on the change, waiting to see his muscles relaxing a bit.

“You ok?”

Steve nodded, sniffing, trying to push back the tears.

“It’s ok, baby. Everything it’s going to be just fine”

Steve quickly nodded as a tear fell on his cheek. Bucky wanted to cry too, but he had to be there for Steve, to make him believe that everything was going to be ok.

“It’s ok if you cry, sugar”

Steve bushed away a tear, just before another one fell on the other cheek.

“We can stay here until you’re ready”

When finally Steve got his act together, he jumped out of the car, opening the trunk to pull out Bucky’s bag.

Bucky followed him shortly after, closing the trunk after Steve put the bag on the floor.

“Can you please look at me?” Bucky asked.

Steve finally turned his head towards Bucky, looking down at him.

“You sure you’re ok with this?”

Steve nodded, taking Bucky’s hands.

“I’m not ok, but I’ll be, I promise”

Bucky threw himself at Steve, wrapping his arms around Steve’s waist. Steve pushed Bucky’s head closer to his chest, stroking his short hair.

Bucky threw his arms around Steve’s chest, snuggling his face in his neck.

Bucky slowly pulled away, putting his hand on Steve’s cheeks, while he held him by the waist.

Bucky pulled Steve down, meeting him in the middle, pressing their lips together. Steve pulled Bucky’s body closer while Bucky caressed his neck.

They kissed for what seemed like hours, but it had to make up for all the months to come when they’ll be apart.

When they parted, Bucky put his forehead on Steve’s chest, while Steve rested his chin on Bucky’s head.

“I’m gonna go now, sugar. I want you to go back in the car before I walk away, and definitely don’t look back, ok?”

Steve brushed away a tear, pushing Bucky away to look him in the eyes.

“I’ll miss you, Buck”

“I’ll miss you too, baby. Now go, please”

Steve pecked a little kiss on Bucky’s lips.

“Just come back to me”

Bucky took a step back.

“I will, baby”

Steve squeezed his hand before turning away and walking to the car. He sat in his seat, started the ignition and slowly drove away. From the rearview mirror, he could see Bucky waving at him before he turned and walked towards the door of the airport.

As Bucky was out of Steve’s visual range, he stopped the car, letting his head fall on the wheel, letting go of the loud sobs he had been keeping inside. Then, he drove away, not bothered by the tears on his face.

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"I MISSED YOU" KISS (STONY)

"I MISSED YOU" KISS: long and relentless, holding their bodies close, arms completely around their waist, heads buried in each other's neck or chest, leaving small kisses there too.

Tony was worried. He always worried when Steve was out on his tour. But it was in Steve's bones to answer when someone needed him and if it was his country to call, he just had to be there. Steve just couldn't say no to anyone and certainly he could not back off from a fight. Tony didn't like it, but he didn't want to change him either, he had married Captain Steve Rogers, he knew what he was getting himself into. He hated when Steve was overseas, he hated going to bed in an empty bed and hated even more waking up to a cold spot where Steve was supposed to be. He hated not knowing what was happening out there nor if Steve was still alive. Tony rolled in the bed, throwing his arm on Steve's place, finding it empty. He felt a pain in his guts. It was not a new sensation, he had gotten used to it. The moonlight was coming in from the big window, shining on the half-empty bed and on Tony's face. Tony tried to keep his eyes shut as possible, trying to fall asleep. He tried to control his breathing, count the sheep, recite the alphabet, whatever he could think of, but nothing worked. He rolled over, again and again, trying to find a comfortable position but the bed seemed to have turned to stone all of a sudden. He looked at the clock on the nightstand and he growled when he saw that it was only 3 am. He growled and finally managed to bring himself out of bed. He put on one of Steve's Army t-shirts and headed to the kitchen. Tony prepared a fresh pot of coffee, scrolling through some emails. Tony walked to his lab, bringing the whole pot with him. He opened some files on his holographic table, staring at them, trying to decide from which one he had to start. He took out all of his notes on the projects he had to finish for Stark International. Huffing, Tony rolled a stool closer to the table and got to work. By the end of the night, Tony had sorted through half of the projects and drank two full pots of coffee, without even eating anything. He had even shut down JARVIS in order not to be disturbed. He had some tight deadlines that he had to meet and had every intention to finish the projects before the end of the day. He was so concentrated on what he was doing that he didn't even hear the steps coming down the stairs. What he did feel were two big hands sliding on his waist. At first, he thought it was a hallucination, many times before he had felt Steve's hands on his body, even if he was not physically there, but then he felt the heat from Steve's hands on his belly. Tony stopped moving, lifting his eyes from the table and put one hand on Steve's, just to check if he was really there. Tony turned on his stool, facing Steve's chest, with a huge smile on his face. He jumped on his feet and put his hands on Steve's cheeks, standing on his tiptoes and finally pressed his lips on Steve's. They kissed for what it seemed like forever, breaking it off just to breathe. Steve was keeping his arms wrapped tight around Tony's waist, keeping him close for the first time after so long. When they finally broke off the kiss, heavily breathing, Tony jumped in Steve's arms, wrapping his arms around Steve's neck and his legs around his hips. He buried his face between his arms and Steve's neck, leaving a series of small, wet kisses mixed with warm tears. Steve caressed Tony's soft skin from under his t-shirt, after spinning around and sitting on the stool where previously Tony was sitting. Steve gently stroke Tony's hair, calming him down after hearing him sob. "Hey, I'm here now" "You're here" Tony replied nodded. "Yes- Steve brushed away a tear from Tony's face- and I'm not leaving ever again" Tony looked at him, perplexed. "You...?" Steve nodded, smiling. "I convinced them to discharge me, I'm never leaving you again, I promise" Tony looked back at Steve with his mouth open. "Are you serious? It's not nice to joke about stuff like this, y'know" Steve caressed his cheek, smiling softly. "Yes, I'm serious" Tony threw himself back at Steve, holding him close with a hand behind Steve's head. "You didn't get much sleep, did you?" Tony shook

his head in Steve's neck. "Let's get to bed now honey, ok?" Steve asked, standing up and heading back to their bedroom. Once they arrived, Tony was already half asleep and moaned when Steve laid him on the bed, to get in the shower. When he came back, Tony was fully asleep and even lightly snoring. Steve smiled, getting into bed and covering Tony with the sheet. As Tony felt Steve's weight moving the mattress, he rolled over, burying his face on Steve's chest and tangling their legs together. Steve kissed Tony's head as Tony grabbed Steve's dog tags with a little smile. "Good night, my love" he whispered, closing his eyes, making sure to hold Tony close to him.

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FIRST, HESITANT KISS (WINTERIRON)

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FIRST, HESITANT KISS: hesitant and nervous. Lips hover over each other for a few seconds before barely brushing a few times, breath fanning across each other’s faces, waiting for the other to make a move. It’s just a soft press, but it’s enough, for now at least.

Steve was gone. He had been gone for months but for Bucky it was still difficult to wrap his head around the idea of his best friend being dead. From that day, everything went downhill. Accepting that he was never going to see his best friend again, was heartbreaking and suffocating. He didn’t think he could live in a world without Steve. But he had to. He had no choice but to carry on and to be as much as a support for Tony.

The pain Bucky felt every day was nothing compared to what Tony must have been feeling. He had lost his fiance, the father of his children.

On the day of the final battle, Steve decided to go against the plan, he took the gauntlet that, according to the backup plan, Tony was supposed to take, and snapped. Thanos’ army got dusted but Seve felt his life slowly leaving his body.

Since that day, Tony fell in a never-ending tunnel of depression and grief. No one could blame him really, they were all grieving. It was up to Bucky to help Tony as much as he could. He had promised Steve before he died that he would take care of his family. They were his last words to Steve and he had every intention to keep that promise.

Bucky slowly moved in with Tony, not that noticed anyway. Tony spent every day in his lab, working on some sort of project, God only knew what he was doing. Then, he would start drinking and pass out, either on the couch or right there on the table. Sometimes even on the floor.

Bucky spent his days with Peter and Morgan, driving them to school, making them meals, helping with homework and just hanging out with them. He knew he was not Steve, nor Tony, but he did everything he could to make them feel a little better. Once they were in bed, Bucky would take care of Tony, picking him up from the lab, forcing him into the shower, holding his head when he was throwing up and cleaning up for him, tucking him into bed, just for Tony to repeat everything the day after.

Bucky knew that it was not a healthy way to cope with the pain, he knew he should talk with someone his own age, but he just couldn’t. When he was around the kids or taking care of Tony, he would forget just for a while that his best friend was never coming back. But he couldn’t bring himself to look for help or to get in touch with someone, anyone really. Sam tried to get him to talk, to hang out, but he never answered his call nor replied to his texts. Sam could be a little too much sometimes and he had too many things on his mind to deal with him.

Bucky tucked Morgan in her bed.

“Can you tell me a Pops’ story?” she had asked, with her little voice.

Bucky kneeled next to her bed and started telling her what he remembered of Steve from the 40s. Then, he gave her three kisses, two on the cheeks and one on the forehead, and walked out, turning off the light. He brushed a tear away from his cheek before going to check on Peter. Peter was on his bed with a book on his knees.

“G’night Pete” he said softly, trying to hide his broken voice, then closed the door and walked to the kitchen.

He put the dishes in the dishwasher and the leftovers in a tupperware, stocking them in the fridge. He wrote on a post-it the grocery list, reminding that the next day, after driving the kids to school, he would have to stop at the store.

Then Bucky walked to the lab, finding Tony on the couch. He was still awake, looking in front of him but his eyes were off, there was no spark. Bucky took the bottle from Tony’s hand putting it on the floor.

“C’mon Tony, let’s get you to bed” Bucky said, helping Tony to get up. Tony put his arm around Bucky’s neck and followed his lead. Bucky got him to the bathroom and Tony and started preparing his bath.

“I get him from here” Tony finally whispered, melting all of the words together.

“You sure?”

Tony nodded and Bucky left the room, going back to the lab to tidy up a bit.

Bucky decided to cut his hair. He needed a change in his life and he figured that his hair was an amazing point to start. He also asked the barber how to take care of it,  thinking that maybe if he had a routine to stick to, he could slowly start to get better, dedicating a little bit of time to himself. His hair was shorter, not like it was before the war but neither long as HYDRA kept it. It perfectly framed his face, Bucky liked it, he liked the change and most of all, being in charge of his body, even if it was only his hair. Steve would have liked it. The kids liked it, Morgan in particular.

The day went like any other day for the past 10 months. He helped Peter with his homework, played with Morgan, made dinner and put them to bed, telling Morgan yet another story about her Pops.

Then, he went to Tony. He helped him stand and took him up bridal style and took him to the bathroom. He opened the toilet seat and held Tony’s head over it, drying his forehead with a towel.

“Water” Tony mumbled and Bucky handed him the glass that was standing on the sink.

Bucky helped Tony stand up and stripped him of his clothes, pushing him in the shower. He opened the cold water and pushed him under the cold water jet. Tony tried to escape but Bucky pinned him against the wall.

“This has to stop Tony”

Tony managed to break out from Bucky’s grip. Bucky stepped into the shower, pushing Tony harder but still not bringing in his whole supersoldier strength.

“You can’t keep doing this, Tony. Peter and morgan need you, they need their father”

Tony finally snapped out of his trance, looking at Bucky. He could feel his eyes filling with tears and threw himself at Bucky, letting go of all the tears he was holding in.

Bucky sat on the bed with only a white towel wrapped around his waist, drying his hair with another one. he was waiting for Tony, wanting to make sure Tony was ok. Tony handed him a pile of clothes, presumably Steve’s, and sat next to him.

“I know I’ve been a crappy Dad lately, I know it’s not fair for the kids” he brushed away a tear.

“It’s hard, James, it’s really hard”

Bucky took Tony’s hand.

“It’s been so long and it still hurts like the first day. It hurts so bad”

Bucky pulled Tony closer to himself, gently stroking the back of his head.

“I know, Tony”

“I miss him, James, I miss him every day”

Bucky pressed his lips on Tony’s forehead.

“I miss him too”

Tony turned towards Bucky, as he did the same shortly after. Bucky pressed his forehead on Tony’s while still holding his hands.

Their lips brushed against each other, they were so close that they could breathe each other’s air.

Tony looked down.

“I- he breathed out loudly- can’t”

Bucky squeezed his hand.

“When Steve died, I promised him I would take care of you, of all of you, and that’s what I’m doing. I know it’s hard, I know it hurts, but he would want you to move on”

A tear fell on Tony’s cheek and Bucky swiped it away.

“I am here for you, Tony, for whatever you need, I’m here”

Tony looked back at Bucky’s blue eyes and let a small smile appear on his face. Bucky smiled, not wanting to move away. Their lips were almost touching. They were both looking at each other’s lips. Bucky moved his head closer and kissed Tony’s red lips. It was barely a kiss. Their lips were pressed on each other’s but it was enough to send a nice, warm shock down their spines.

“Can you stay here, tonight?”

Bucky smiled and nodded.

Bucky flipped the last pancake and placed the plate in the middle of the table, calling the kids for breakfast. It became a habit, having breakfast together before driving them to school. But what he didn’t expect was for Tony to walk into the kitchen, taking a plate and sitting down next to Bucky. Bucky filled their cups with coffee, looking at the shorter man smiling.

Tony took Bucky’s hand under the table and gently squeezed it, looking at him in the eyes and smiling softly.

Maybe he would really be his future.

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EARLY MORNING KISS (STUCKY)

Early morning kiss: a kiss that’s a wake-up call, it’s barely even lips touching, more like they’re kissing their chin because they’re so tired in the early morning haze.

1943

Bucky was not a morning person and Steve was even less. They had to set their alarm considering that, on average, it took them about an hour to actually get out of bed.

Like every other morning, the alarm set off precisely at 6 am. Way too early if you asked either one of them. But it was necessary if they wanted to get to their jobs by 9.

Bucky hit the clock with whichever arm was closer to the bedside table and loudly growled, kicking Steve’s calf from under the blanket. Steve turned to the other side, burying his face in the big soft pillow.

“Steeeve” Bucky moaned, poking the smaller man on his shoulder with his fingers.

Steve growled in response, rolling over to Bucky, snuggling against his chest, putting his face into his neck, letting Bucky tangle their legs together.

As Bucky put his hand in Steve’s hair, stroking them gently, he heard little snorting noises coming from the blond man. Bucky smiled, kissing the top of Steve’s head and closing his eyes as well.

Bucky woke up again about a half-hour later, jolting on the bed. He shook Steve’s shoulder.

“Steve, baby, wake up”

Steve moaned, buried in Bucky’s soft pecs. Bucky laughed at the cute, sleepy sound that came out of Steve’s mouth.

Bucky caressed Steve’s neck.

“C’mon sugar, we’re gonna be late”

Steve mumbled a soft ‘I don’t care’ and shifted on the bed. He slowly opened his eyes. The light was bothering him and everything was blurry. He brushed his eyes with his fist, pouting, and Bucky giggled, admiring the cute scene.

Steve tilted up his head with his eyes shut close and blindly started looking for Bucky’s mouth, helping himself with his small hand. He stretched to reach Bucky’s face to deliver his good morning kiss. Bucky tilted his head now, enough for Steve to reach but not enough to find Bucky’s mouth. But he was too lazy to open his eyes and properly kiss his boyfriend good morning. The further he could reach was Bucky’s chin, but that would have to do for now.

Bucky chuckled, feeling Steve’s wet lips on his chin. He slid from under Steve’s body, picking him up bridal style and walking to the shower, throwing their clothes on the floor and opening the cold water over Steve. He pushed him to the wall, looking down at his still sleepy face.

“You awake yet?”

Steve nodded, brushing the water from his face.

“Then give me a proper kiss, doll”

Steve stood on his tiptoes, bringing Bucky closer to him with a hand behind his neck and placed a soft kiss on his lips.

2016

There were not many things Bucky remembered of his past, but he knew for a fact that he didn’t like waking up early.

It was the first time he and Steve slept on the same bed since the war. It felt strange and good. Bucky finally managed to sleep through the night, feeling Steve’s warmth next to him.

The alarm set off on Bucky’s nightstand. Bucky held his arm out to stop the annoying sound. His muscle memory told him to hit it on the top. He did, smashing the clock. At least the annoying sound stopped.

Steve growled turning to the other side and Bucky shifted on the bed, spooning him from behind.

Steve put his hand over Bucky’s, intertwining their fingers and smiling softly.

“Good morning” he whispered.

Bucky moaned in Steve’s neck.

“You’re so big now, sugar”

Steve lightly giggled, holding Bucky’s arm closer to him.

Bucky kissed Steve’s neck before Steve turned in his arms, snuggling against Bucky’s chest. He stretched out his neck to kiss his boyfriend and Bucky chuckled when Steve placed a lazy, sleepy kiss on his jaw.

“80 years later and you still can’t find my lips first thing in the morning”

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POST BREAK UP KISS (STONY)

POST BREAK-UP KISS: the kiss that catches both of you off guard, but says I miss you, I’m sorry and please love me again all at once without any words being spoken.

Steve tucked his cap on his head and looked behind his shoulder before crossing the street. He rang the bell of Tony’s penthouse and put his hands in the pockets of his sweatshirt, hoping that Tony would let him in.

Tony had every reason to shut him out of his life forever if he wanted to. And Steve couldn’t exactly blame him for it. What he did was…bad and unforgivable.

The door opened and Steve walked in, caught the elevator and reached the last floor. Tony’s door was half-open. Steve breathed in and walked inside. The house was smelling of Tony’s cologne. He hadn’t been home for a very long time but everything was just the same as it was when he left. The living room was empty but Steve knew that Tony was in his lab. He slowly walked down the stairs, trying to stall the inevitable meeting. He wanted to see Tony, he had missed him but he didn’t want to know what could come out of it.

Steve leaned against the open glass door or the lab, looking at Tony working on his holographic table. Steve could see the special light Tony used to have in his eyes when he was inventing and smiled thinking of every time he looked at Tony working. It had been months since the last time they saw each other and lots of things changed but the feeling in Steve’s guts as he saw Tony wasn’t one of it.

“I saw you there, Rogers. You can come in”

Steve scoffed and walked towards Tony, sitting on the other side of the table.

“Hi” Steve softly whispered.

Tony looked up, taking a sip of whiskey, just to look back down shortly after.

Steve leaned on the table, putting a hand on Tony’s but he moved it right after.

“Tones…”

“Don’t- Tony finally managed to look at Steve- please, don’t Tones me”

Steve could have sworn he saw a small tear rolling down Tony’s cheek.

“Tony-”

“Say what you came to say and leave, please”

Steve rolled the chair closer to Tony’s and put a hand on Tony’s forearm.

“Tony please, look at me”

Tony let go of his pen and turned his chair towards Steve.

“Here, I’m looking at you, happy now?” Tony said, scoffing, but not moving Steve’s hand from his arm.

“I- Steve loudly breathed out- I’m sorry Tony. Words cannot express how sorry I am”

Tony just looked at him.

“What I did was… stupid”

“Stupid doesn’t begin to describe what you did”

Steve moved his hand closer to Tony’s, who let him do that without flinching.

“I shouldn’t have done it, I’m so sorry”

“Damn right you shouldn’t. If you had told me, we...we could have sorted it out”

Steve felt tears forming in his eyes.

“I get it, y’know? I get why you chose Barnes and I’m not holding that against you. What I don’t get is why you lied to me. I’ve always been by your side and I would have backed you up, you know I would have, Steve, but-”

A tear fell on Tony’s cheek and he brushed it away with the back of his free hand.

“I was your boyfriend, I loved you. It was supposed to be us against the world Steve”

Steve squeezed Tony’s hand as a tear fell from his eye.

“W-why the past tense? You don’t love me anymore?”

“Steve…” Tony whispered, putting his other hand over Steve’s “I-I love, I’ll always love you-“

“But…?”

Tony breathed in.

“I can’t do this Seve. You broke my trust and all of my love for you, nor yours for me, can’t fix that. I’m sorry Steve”

Steve shook his head.

“I’m so, incredibly sorry, Tony”

“I know, I know but I can’t. I can’t keep hurting because of you”

Steve stood up.

“I got to go” he whispered.

Tony jumped up, grabbing Steve by his wrist.

“Steve, wait”

Steve stopped, turning towards the shorter man, who threw himself at Steve, who stood awkwardly while Tony buried his face in Steve’s chest until he finally wrapped his arms around Tony.

Tony finally pulled his face up, looking at Steve with his eyes full of tears.

Steve caressed Tony’s cheek bushing away a tear with his thumb and completely ignoring the tears rolling down his own face. He brushed Tony’s red lips before meeting them with his.

That kiss felt like a breath of fresh air, a relief,  like something he was dying to do for a long time. It was soft and slow, their lips dancing together at a beautiful rhythm. Steve’s hands were eagerly holding Tony’s waist as if he feared he would run away and Tony’s were tangled in Steve’s now long hair, keeping their faces together.

It said everything that was left unspoken between them, all the I love yous they didn’t say, the I miss yous they couldn’t say. It was Steve asking Tony to forgive him, to please love him again, to never let him go. It was Tony’s last breath of air before tucking his head back in the oppressing ocean that was the world without Steve.

Tony pulled away, heavily breathing, putting their foreheads together. They were so close but it was still too far apart. Tony put his arm over Steve’s, holding them firmly, either pushing away or pulling closer.

Tony bit his lip, his eyes filling with tears.

“No, Tony, please” Steve begged with a broken voice.

“I-I can’t Steve, I’m sorry” he whispered back.

“Tony…”

Tony pushed back the tears as he took his eyes away from Steve’s.

“I have to go- Tony let go of Steve’s arms, pushing himself away- Turn the lights off when you go”

Steve let go of Tony’s waist, looking at him walk out of the lab as tears fell on his face.

“I love you” he softly whispered.

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UNBREAKABLE KISS (WINTERIRON)

Hi! This is the first part of a new series I'm writing, based on some kissed-themed Tumblr prompts, hope you enjoy it. [1k words]

UNBREAKABLE KISS: the type of kiss that really shouldn't be happening, it's a mistake, but you can't find yourself able to pull away.

Tony knew about Steve and Bucky. He knew because he wouldn't shut up about it. It was Bucky here and Bucky there, Bucky this and Bucky that. Steve's life was all about Bucky. And Tony couldn't say he liked it. At first, he thought that was because his best friend was slowly forgetting about him but, as it turned out, it was not that.

Tony didn’t like Bucky because he came between Steve and him. If you asked Bucky, Tony was the intruder. He had been with Steve since way before the war. If anything, he was the one to have the right to dislike a very specific someone. But he didn’t. He enjoyed Tony’s presence, or at least he would have if Tony didn’t treat him like crap every time they were in the same room.

Not only Tony disliked Bucky, he hated the man and didn’t bother hiding it. He hated his beautiful pale light blue eyes, his red lips, his soft, lovely voice, especially his even lower Russian voice, he hated his broad shoulders, his fit chest, his beautiful, shiny arm, that Tony made him, he hated his long silky hair, he hated his perfect facial features. Tony Stark hated James Barnes with all of his beings. And it was not even because the Winter Soldier killed his parents, he didn’t care about that. It was because he was taking Steve away from him, right? Right?

“Oh hell no! Huh huh. Nope, not doing that”

“Tones, please-”

“And you don’t get to call me that. I’m not babysitting your boyfriend”

But since saying and doing are two different things, Tony did babysit Steve’s boyfriend and, as it turned out it was not all bad.

“You- Tony pointed at Bucky- sit there, don’t touch anything and, for the love of God, don’t talk”

Bucky nodded and cracked a smile, sitting on the chair that Tony assigned him.

“I hate you, y’know”

“Sure thing you do, sugar”

Tiny lifted his eyes from the table and shot a deadly gaze at Bucky.

“You hush. And yes, I hate you with every inch of my body”

Bucky got up and walked to the main table, placing himself behind Tony.

“Well, that’s not a lot of inches, isn't it?”

Tony froze as Bucky trapped him between the table and his fit body. Tony could feel Bucky’s firm chest behind him and his warm breath on his neck. And lastly, as Bucky pushed himself closer to Tony, he felt Bucky’s hard and massive presence on his lower back.

Tony hesitantly turned to face the massive man behind him, who was not willing to set him free.

Tony looked up to Bucky and blushed when he saw that he was looking down at his lips, smirking.

“Don’t” Tony whispered when Bucky bit his lower lip.

Bucky pushed himself even closer, pressing Tony to his desk. He lowered his head and finally put their lips together. Tony, as if it was the most natural thing on Earth, cupped Bucky’s face. Bucky put his hands on Tony’s waist pulling their bodies together and grabbed his ass, making Tony gasp. He took advantage of Tony’s open mouth to slid in his tongue. Tony moaned loudly in Bucky’s mouth as Bucky lifted him, helping him sit on the table. Tony circled Bucky’s waist with his legs, tangling them together.

Bucky started unbuttoning Tony’s pants with his metal hand, while his flesh hand was holding Tony’s head and he was kissing his neck. Tony moaned loudly when Bucky gently bit him on his collar bone. Not managing to get rid of those annoying jeans, Bucky ripped them away, tearing them apart. He started palming Tony’s hard bulge and then he finally freed Tony’s member from the tights boxers. He took it in his hand, making Tony shiver from the contact with the cold metal. After having stimulated the point already dripping with precum, which made Tony curse in every language he knew, asking him to stop teasing, Bucky finally took him in his mouth while with one hand he massaged his balls.

Tony tangled his hands in Bucky’s long hair, pulling them lightly when Bucky softly bit him, making the older man moan on his cock. Tony appreciated the vibration, pushing his dick deeper in Bucky’s mouth.

As Tony was close to coming, Bucky pulled away, making Tony pout for the lack of warmth around his member.

“Do you still hate me, doll?”

“I will if you don’t finish me now” Tony panted.

Bucky smirked and took Tony back in his mouth after tickling his point with his tongue. Bucky played his magic with his mouth and tongue and Tony, shoving his head back, with his eyes closed and crying Bucky’s name loudly, released in his mouth. Bucky swallowed every last drop of Tony’s cum and got up to face the panting man on the table, placing himself between his legs. Tony caressed Bucky’s cheek and Bucky placed a hand on Tony’s. Tony smiled and Bucky leaned towards him, making their lips crash together.

It was a mistake, it was so much wrong and Tony knew that he shouldn’t have done it in the first place but now it was too late to take it back. And in all sincerity, Tony didn’t want to take it back, nor stop doing that. Bucky’s mouth made him feel so good and he didn’t think he could ever give it up. In the back of his mind, a pinch of guilt started to form but he shoved it down, focusing only on the hot supersoldier that was standing between his legs. He pushed him away to look at him. Bucky was smiling, with his lips even more red and swollen from all the kissing.

He loved his beautiful pale light blue eyes, his red lips, his soft, lovely voice, especially his even lower Russian voice, he loved his broad shoulders, his fit chest, his beautiful, shiny arm, that Tony made him, he loved his long silky hair, he hated his perfect facial features. Tony Stark loved James Barnes with all of his beings.

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part 2 is on

ADOPTION 1(SUPERFAMILY)

AU where Tony sees Peter and wants to adopt him but but he has to be married to adopt and Steve jumps in to help him [1.5k words]

It was a very grey morning in November when Tony's life changed forever. An elementary school had a visit planned for that morning and him, not having anything to do, made sure to think of something funny for the kids. It was at that moment that Tony was struck by lightning. It was not a tall, handsome, blond man, like he had always thought would happen, but it was a cute 5-year-old kid. He had always loved kids, his biggest dream was to be a father, but, being a gay man, he didn't have the means to make a baby. He asked Pepper to surrogate for him, but, well, she shut him out before he could finish asking the question. But when he saw that kid in the corner of the break room, looking at his classmates having a snack, he just knew that that kid was going to be in his life much, much longer. Tony looked at the kid and then at his donut. He walked to him and sat on the floor. "Hey kid,  did you have a snack?" Peter shook his head and took the donut that Tony was handing him. "What's your name kiddo?" "Peter" he whispered so lightly that Tony almost didn't hear him. "Well, hi Peter, I'm Tony" Peter shook Tony's Han with his little, chubby and full of powdered sugar once.

"What's the deal with tha kid?" Tony asked the teacher while they were waiting for the kids to go back to their school. "His parents died a few years ago and living in the orphanage is pretty hard on him" Tony nodded, looking at Peter running on his short chubby legs towards his friends. Once the kids left, Tony went back to his office, thinking about little Peter. Pepper joined him short after, bringing him lunch. "Penny for your thoughts?" Tony took a bite of his bagel. "Mh yeah. I want a kid" Pepper stopped chewing and looked at Tony. "I've already told you-" "Yeah yeah, I know. Just, find out what do I have to do to adopt the Peter kid from today's class"  They finished their lunch in silence, while Pepper worked on her tablet to find the information Tony asked her. "This is the agency that is handling his case" Pepper said, handing him the tablet. "Get me an appointment" "Yeah, about that" Pepper pointed at a section of the website "They only want couples- married couples" Tony looked at Pepper. "Oh no, no, no no. Definitely no. I said I won't be carrying your child, and sure as hell, I won't be marrying you" "Oh God, no. Nevermind, I'll figure something out"

That night it was their weekly trivia night at the local pub, wanted by Steve, of course. The night went as any other trivia night. Everything rolled fine, until people started getting mad because, obviously, it was not fair having the genius duo Banner and Stark in the same team. And, like every week, Tony would stay late, getting way too tipsy to drive himself back home and Steve, being the old-fashioned gentleman he is, would drive him home. Tony slid his glass towards the barman. "Another" The bartender filled the glass with top shelf whiskey and, when he saw Steve sitting next to Tony,he poured a blond beer from the tap. "I want a kid, Steve" "I know. You mentioned it. Pepper still doesn't want to surrogate?" Tony shook his head. "I saw this kid today- orphan kid- during the field trip. He's so cute, y'know? You should see him" "And you want to adopt him?" Tony nodded. "But? There's a but, right?" Tony chuckled. "They'll let only married couples adopt" Steve took a sip of his beer. "You would have made an amazing father" "Yeah, I think that too" Steve scoffed, shocking his head. "Don't even ask. Pepper is not marrying me" Steve lightly laughed. "This might be the whiskey talking, but...will you, y'know...?" The blond man looked at Tony, arching his eyebrows, as if he already knew what Tony wanted to say. "What? To marry you for the adoption to go though?" Tony shook his head. "Forget it. It's crazy, I know" "It is" Steve took a sip of his beer "It is, but yes. I'll marry you" Tony and Steve looked at each other and burst out laughing. "For real though. I'll marry you"

Tony pulled up in front of the courthouse in his flaming red Ferrari. Pepper was already waiting for him in a white suit with a knee-long pencil skirt and her signature high heels. "You're late" Tony closed the black jacket, hiding a white graphic t-shirt. "Well, the bride is usually late" he said, putting his sunglasses in the top pocket of the jacket. "This is totally crazy. And borderline illegal. You know that right?" Tony scrolled his shoulders as he held the door open for pepper. Steve was already there, in his Captain uniform. He was trying to look at himself in the small mirror while Bucky was fixing his tie. "Your groom has arrived" Steve turned towards Tony, holding out his hand. "You ready?" "You don't have to do this, you know right?" Steve smiled down at Tony. "I know. But I want to" he said, opening the door.

"Mr Stark, Mr Rogers, good morning. Please take a seat" Tony and Steve sat in front of the judge desk. "I see you brought witnesses" Bucky and Pepper shyly smiled at each other. The man in the black robe started listing every duty and right that would come with the marriage, asking them an exaggerated number of questions. "Mr Stark, sign here" Tony took the pen Pepper was handing him and signed where the judge had drawn a little x. "Mr Rogers, sign here" Steve took the pen from Tony's hand and signed right under Tony's signature. Pepper and Bucky were the next to sign, right before the judge started putting stamps on the different pages. "By the power invested in me by the state of New York, I pronounce you husband and husband" Steve and Tony shook the judge's hand and took their certificate. Tony took Steve by the arm as they walked out. "Let's go adopt a kid" "I was thinking, maybe a little celebration is in order"

Steve and Tony were sitting in the diner right on the other side on the street from the orphanage, sharing a milkshake because that's what couples do, right? Tony slid across the table a small velvet box. Steve opened it, revealing two little gold bands. "I figured that we might need those" Steve giggled and put the smallest ring on Tony's ring finger, then, Tony did the same with the other ring. "Let's get you that baby" Steve said, putting an arm on Tony's shoulders after Tony slid a bill on the table. They crossed the street and walked into the tall, grey building. Tony shrugged when he saw an old secretary walking towards them. "What can I help you with?" Her voice gave the chills to Steve, who looked at Tony with an horrified look. "We would like to adopt a kid" The old lady looked at them, shook her head, called the headmaster's office and showed them to the waiting room. "Sit here" she said harshly, pointing to the wooden chairs along the corridor. "She's nice" Tony said and Steve cracked a smile. A few minutes later, the headmaster opened the door. He was a very tall, slim man, with short, perfectly grasped hair. He was wearing a brown jacket, way too big for his figure. Steve and Tony looked at each other as if they knew what went through the other's mind. Because they did. They always knew what the other was thinking. They had this thing, where their brains were always synchronised and this was the cause of the many fights with the others during game nights. "Please" he pointed at the chairs "So, you said you wanted to adopt" "Yes, the Peter kid" The old man nodded. "As you know, adoption is reserved only for-" 'Straight couples' Tony thought, already thinking the worst. "-married couples" "Yes, we know that" Tony said as Steve took his head. "We got married. Today actually" The man slightly smiled. "You know it's going to be a long, long process" Steve and Tony nodded. "Preliminary interviews with you, your friends, your family, home visits and then, only if you're suitable, you'll start fostering and then after a while you can adopt" They nodded again. "We understand" The man looked in his agenda for an appointment for the preliminary interview, handing them a sticky note with the date the Tony stocked on the back of his phone, knowing that his AI would probably have already registered the appointment. "Can we see him? The kid" The man nodded and showed them to the play area where the kids were playing. "Which one is it?" Steve whispered in Tony's ear. Tony pointed at Peter who was reading a big book on a red bean bag. "You were right, he's cute"

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ADOPTION 2(SUPERFAMILY)

part 1 here [1.3k words]

Steve woke up to the sound of someone knocking insistently on his front door. "Coming" Steve opened the door just in his boxers rubbing his eyes. "Get dressed. NOW" "Nice to see you too, Tones" Tony pushed Steve back and walked into his house, heading to his bedroom. Tony opened Steve's wardrobe, towing a bunch of clothes on the bed. "Put them on" Steve yawned. "Why?" "We're super late. We had to be there like yesterday" Steve jumped up. "Is it today?" "Yes, now move your pretty ass" Tony sat in his car waiting for Steve with a coffee and a danish. "Really? You chose the least family friendly car you own" Tony rolled  his eyes and started the car. "It will get us there"

Steve held the door open for Tony as they walked into the orphanage. "You're late" the cranky lady warned them. A nice lady was waiting for them with a huge binder in her arms. "Mr Stark, Mr Rogers, follow me please" Steve and Tony looked at each other and followed the woman to a big conference room. The woman had olive skin and caramel wavy hair. She was wearing a black suit with an emerald green shirt with a ribbon on the neck. She laid the binders on the old wooden table as Steve and Tony took place in front of her. "I'm Natalie Torres from social services. I'll be handling your adoption process"  Steve and Tony shook her hand. "Mr Stark, Mr Rogers, I've put together some information about you" she said pointing to the binders. "Mr Stark-" "Call me Tony" "Well, Tony. You're the head of Stark international-" "That's not exactly true, I stepped down a few years back, now I just...invent" "That sounds dangerous. And very time consuming" "No, it isn't. I work in my lab at the tower when I'm inspires" Steve knows that Tony stays in the lab for entire days without sleeping and surviving only out of coffee. But this was something that the social service lady didn't need to know. She started writing in Tony's binder and the couple looked at each other. "And you, Mr Rogers, you are an Army Captain" Steve nodded. "You made several tours, right?" "Yes, three" "And now..." "Now I was discharged with two medals of honour" Natalie kept writing, in Steve's binder this time. "Ok, now about you two as a couple" Steve nodded as Tony took his hand, with a glimpse of terror in his eyes. They didn't rehearse a story, meaning that they would have to rely on their ability to synchronise their brains. The problem was, Steve hated liars and definitely couldn't act. Everyone could tell when he was lying. The only thing to do was hope that Tony would take charge. Tony, on the other hand, was great at acting. He didn't have any choice, he was thrown in a world  where the truth is better kept hidden. "Where did you two meet?" "School" they both said. It was technically not a lie. They met when they were kids, many years before, when Tony's Aunt Peggy was fostering Steve after his parents died. Toy hated Steve, even if he was even barely capable of understanding what it meant. He just knew that he took his Aunty away from him. They met in school, years later when Tony was a senior, because he was part of a tutoring program for whoever needed it. Steve was a freshman with big problems in any scientific subject and Tony became his tutor. When he found out that he was Aunt's Peggy Steve, he felt something in his guts  they brought him to resent Steve, for some reasons. Eventually, they became friends because of Natasha and now he couldn't believe that there was a time where he had hoped with every living cell of his body for Steve to magically walk out of his life. "Alright. And when did you become a couple?" "7 years ago" "3 years ago" Tony eyed Steve and the lady looked at them, perplexed and confused. "We got together 7 years ago for the first but it didn't work out, we tried again 3 years ago, now we're inseparable" Tony intertwined his hand with Steve's "Apparently, for my man here, it was never over" He said, winking at the lady and kicking Steve on the shin under the table. "I understand. And why didn't it work out?" Tony opened his mouth but Steve cut him before he could talk. "I got deployed overseas" The lady looked at Steve. "Could something like that happen again?" "No ma'am, I have no plans of going back to the Army" She nodded and kept writing. "And why did you decide to try it again?" Tony squeezed Seve's hand. "We couldn't stay away from each other. I pretended to be mad for a while. But, you know, like a magnet, we got used back together" Steve smiled, nodding. "Ok, where was your first date when you got back together?" "The movies" "We went to the park" The lady raised her eyes from the binder and Tony kicked Steve again on the leg. "We went to the movies and then to the park. He's old fashioned, y'know" "I heard that you got

married just before coming in to adopt. Why is that?" "Oh well, we'd never spoken about wedding" Tony spoke before Steve could even open his mouth. "But kids were in the picture and we figured that getting married would make everything easier" Steve put his hand on Tony's knee. "He's always wanted to be a father" "And you, Mr Rogers, have you always wanted a kid too?" "Uhm no, not really. But I can definitely see a  family with Tony" Torres kept writing stuff in her binder, which Tony felt incredibly annoying. "Talking about your past, how was your relationship with your parents?" Tony shifted on the chair, visibly uncomfortable. Steve looked at him and took his hand and gently squeezed it. From the outside, it was just a lovely gesture between husbands, but Tony knew the nature of it. It was Steve, his best friend, checking on him. "Let's just say, they weren't around much when I was a kid" Tony said with a broken voice. "Will they be around for the baby?" Tony's eyes filled with tears as he shook his head and squeezed Steve's hand, asking to back him up. "Our parents- uhm- our parents won't be around at all" The woman whispered a little 'sorry', writing on her binder. "Are you ok?" taking advantage of the moment when she was not looking, Steve mouthed to Tony, who nodded, wiping away the tears from his eyes.

As soon as he could, Tony walked out of the orphanage and sat on the steps. He didn't even want to talk to Steve when he followed him out. Steve helped Tony stand up and walked him to the car. Tony let Steve handle his body and help him get into the passenger seat. Steve took the keys from Tony's hand and started the car, knowing damn well that Tony never let anyone drive. But Tony's body was frozen and his brain was numb. He never liked being asked about his parents, but he knew that it was completely necessary for the adoption process. Steve took the eyes off the street and looked at Tony. He caressed his tight and Tony put his hand over Steve's. "You ok?" Tony let the heat from Seve's hand spread to his body, waiting for his brain to get back to normal. It happened more often than he wanted to admit and Steve was the only one who could bring him back. Tony nodded. "What the hell happened to our brain synchrony in there?" Steve scoffed, squeezing his knee, before taking it away to change the gear and put all of his focus on the road and on not trashing Tony's precious car.

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ADOPTION 1(SUPERFAMILY)

AU where Tony sees Peter and wants to adopt him but but he has to be married to adopt and Steve jumps in to help him [1.5k words]

It was a very grey morning in November when Tony's life changed forever. An elementary school had a visit planned for that morning and him, not having anything to do, made sure to think of something funny for the kids. It was at that moment that Tony was struck by lightning. It was not a tall, handsome, blond man, like he had always thought would happen, but it was a cute 5-year-old kid. He had always loved kids, his biggest dream was to be a father, but, being a gay man, he didn't have the means to make a baby. He asked Pepper to surrogate for him, but, well, she shut him out before he could finish asking the question. But when he saw that kid in the corner of the break room, looking at his classmates having a snack, he just knew that that kid was going to be in his life much, much longer. Tony looked at the kid and then at his donut. He walked to him and sat on the floor. "Hey kid,  did you have a snack?" Peter shook his head and took the donut that Tony was handing him. "What's your name kiddo?" "Peter" he whispered so lightly that Tony almost didn't hear him. "Well, hi Peter, I'm Tony" Peter shook Tony's Han with his little, chubby and full of powdered sugar once.

"What's the deal with tha kid?" Tony asked the teacher while they were waiting for the kids to go back to their school. "His parents died a few years ago and living in the orphanage is pretty hard on him" Tony nodded, looking at Peter running on his short chubby legs towards his friends. Once the kids left, Tony went back to his office, thinking about little Peter. Pepper joined him short after, bringing him lunch. "Penny for your thoughts?" Tony took a bite of his bagel. "Mh yeah. I want a kid" Pepper stopped chewing and looked at Tony. "I've already told you-" "Yeah yeah, I know. Just, find out what do I have to do to adopt the Peter kid from today's class"  They finished their lunch in silence, while Pepper worked on her tablet to find the information Tony asked her. "This is the agency that is handling his case" Pepper said, handing him the tablet. "Get me an appointment" "Yeah, about that" Pepper pointed at a section of the website "They only want couples- married couples" Tony looked at Pepper. "Oh no, no, no no. Definitely no. I said I won't be carrying your child, and sure as hell, I won't be marrying you" "Oh God, no. Nevermind, I'll figure something out"

That night it was their weekly trivia night at the local pub, wanted by Steve, of course. The night went as any other trivia night. Everything rolled fine, until people started getting mad because, obviously, it was not fair having the genius duo Banner and Stark in the same team. And, like every week, Tony would stay late, getting way too tipsy to drive himself back home and Steve, being the old-fashioned gentleman he is, would drive him home. Tony slid his glass towards the barman. "Another" The bartender filled the glass with top shelf whiskey and, when he saw Steve sitting next to Tony,he poured a blond beer from the tap. "I want a kid, Steve" "I know. You mentioned it. Pepper still doesn't want to surrogate?" Tony shook his head. "I saw this kid today- orphan kid- during the field trip. He's so cute, y'know? You should see him" "And you want to adopt him?" Tony nodded. "But? There's a but, right?" Tony chuckled. "They'll let only married couples adopt" Steve took a sip of his beer. "You would have made an amazing father" "Yeah, I think that too" Steve scoffed, shocking his head. "Don't even ask. Pepper is not marrying me" Steve lightly laughed. "This might be the whiskey talking, but...will you, y'know...?" The blond man looked at Tony, arching his eyebrows, as if he already knew what Tony wanted to say. "What? To marry you for the adoption to go though?" Tony shook his head. "Forget it. It's crazy, I know" "It is" Steve took a sip of his beer "It is, but yes. I'll marry you" Tony and Steve looked at each other and burst out laughing. "For real though. I'll marry you"

Tony pulled up in front of the courthouse in his flaming red Ferrari. Pepper was already waiting for him in a white suit with a knee-long pencil skirt and her signature high heels. "You're late" Tony closed the black jacket, hiding a white graphic t-shirt. "Well, the bride is usually late" he said, putting his sunglasses in the top pocket of the jacket. "This is totally crazy. And borderline illegal. You know that right?" Tony scrolled his shoulders as he held the door open for pepper. Steve was already there, in his Captain uniform. He was trying to look at himself in the small mirror while Bucky was fixing his tie. "Your groom has arrived" Steve turned towards Tony, holding out his hand. "You ready?" "You don't have to do this, you know right?" Steve smiled down at Tony. "I know. But I want to" he said, opening the door.

"Mr Stark, Mr Rogers, good morning. Please take a seat" Tony and Steve sat in front of the judge desk. "I see you brought witnesses" Bucky and Pepper shyly smiled at each other. The man in the black robe started listing every duty and right that would come with the marriage, asking them an exaggerated number of questions. "Mr Stark, sign here" Tony took the pen Pepper was handing him and signed where the judge had drawn a little x. "Mr Rogers, sign here" Steve took the pen from Tony's hand and signed right under Tony's signature. Pepper and Bucky were the next to sign, right before the judge started putting stamps on the different pages. "By the power invested in me by the state of New York, I pronounce you husband and husband" Steve and Tony shook the judge's hand and took their certificate. Tony took Steve by the arm as they walked out. "Let's go adopt a kid" "I was thinking, maybe a little celebration is in order"

Steve and Tony were sitting in the diner right on the other side on the street from the orphanage, sharing a milkshake because that's what couples do, right? Tony slid across the table a small velvet box. Steve opened it, revealing two little gold bands. "I figured that we might need those" Steve giggled and put the smallest ring on Tony's ring finger, then, Tony did the same with the other ring. "Let's get you that baby" Steve said, putting an arm on Tony's shoulders after Tony slid a bill on the table. They crossed the street and walked into the tall, grey building. Tony shrugged when he saw an old secretary walking towards them. "What can I help you with?" Her voice gave the chills to Steve, who looked at Tony with an horrified look. "We would like to adopt a kid" The old lady looked at them, shook her head, called the headmaster's office and showed them to the waiting room. "Sit here" she said harshly, pointing to the wooden chairs along the corridor. "She's nice" Tony said and Steve cracked a smile. A few minutes later, the headmaster opened the door. He was a very tall, slim man, with short, perfectly grasped hair. He was wearing a brown jacket, way too big for his figure. Steve and Tony looked at each other as if they knew what went through the other's mind. Because they did. They always knew what the other was thinking. They had this thing, where their brains were always synchronised and this was the cause of the many fights with the others during game nights. "Please" he pointed at the chairs "So, you said you wanted to adopt" "Yes, the Peter kid" The old man nodded. "As you know, adoption is reserved only for-" 'Straight couples' Tony thought, already thinking the worst. "-married couples" "Yes, we know that" Tony said as Steve took his head. "We got married. Today actually" The man slightly smiled. "You know it's going to be a long, long process" Steve and Tony nodded. "Preliminary interviews with you, your friends, your family, home visits and then, only if you're suitable, you'll start fostering and then after a while you can adopt" They nodded again. "We understand" The man looked in his agenda for an appointment for the preliminary interview, handing them a sticky note with the date the Tony stocked on the back of his phone, knowing that his AI would probably have already registered the appointment. "Can we see him? The kid" The man nodded and showed them to the play area where the kids were playing. "Which one is it?" Steve whispered in Tony's ear. Tony pointed at Peter who was reading a big book on a red bean bag. "You were right, he's cute"

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ITALY (STONY)

AU where Steve and Tony fall in love one summer in Italy, inspired by this beautiful fan art made by @vindemiatrix-moonpies

Tony had been left at the altar. The wedding was organised down to the very last detail, everything already paid for by Tony. Everything was perfect, everyone was there. Everyone except the bride. Mary didn't show up. Nor called, or texted. She just disappeared. Tony found out later that night that she had ran away and eloped with her lover. She could have had a perfect life with no one less than the Tony Stark, but in the end she had chosen love. 'Plenty of fish in the sea' Tony had told himself, because it was true, every single lady, and some single lads, was willing to marry Tony. Who wasn't? Mary apparently. The problem was that Tony loved Mary. He really wanted to marry her, she was not just another strategic economic move. He really thought she was the love of his life. But he wasn't hers. This was not going to stop Tony from enjoying his 3-month-long honeymoon in the sweet Italy. Tony laid on his bed the tuxedo, hoping that it wouldn't be there once he came back, he probably had to leave a note to Pepper or Happy. He definitely didn't want to see that suit ever again. He jumped into the first sweatsuit he found in his closet and, without even bothering to take his suitcase, drove to the airport.

Steve was 18 when he decided that America was not his home. As soon as he was out of High School, he took the first plane for Barcelona and went backpacking through Europe. He had always known that, eventually, he had to come back, but then he found the perfect little fishermen's town in the south of Italy, a place that he could finally call home. It was true, what the stereotypes were all about. Italian were indeed nice and friendly and welcoming and when Steve was offered to work for the son of the nice old lady who was kind enough to give him a roof over his head when he got lost in a storm, he felt like he had found his place in the world. Steve hated bad weather, after all he didn't know any fisherman that didn't hate bad weather. But that storm, that storm was a miracle, it might have put him on the wrong road, but it sure showed him the right path. Little did Steve know that he would have to thank bad weather once again.

It took Tony three days to realize that staying in his luxurious hotel room,drinking scotch and snuggling with self loathing wasn't going to take him anywhere. Eventually, he had to get back on his feet. "Stark men are made of iron" his father would say. One morning, he set the alarm way earlier than his usual. It was a nice day outside, although he could feel in his bones that a storm was arriving. The Tony of just one day before would have taken that as a sign to stay in bed, but not the new Tony. He only had 3 months to spend in what in his opinion was the most beautiful country in the world. He had his fancy breakfast, got into a nice linen shirt and drove out of the parking lot of the hotel with the beautiful red Ferrari he had rented for Maria. He drove to a nice little private beach, bought a straw hat because why not, and started walking on the shore, in search of a boat to rent. Tony eventually found one that he could rent and take out without any particular licence. Tony had never sailed a boat before, but he did drive some expensive cars, so he figured it wouldn't be that different, nor much more difficult. Also, he was a fast learner. Indeed, after listening to the renter explain how the boat worked, it wasn't that big of a deal for Tony. At least not until the big storm arrived. It started with the sky turning darker and the wind blowing harder. At that point, the waves were way too high and violent for Tony to come back. If he had had any experience sailing, he probably wouldn't have had any problem going back to the shore. But he didn't know how to face an angry sea and he panicked, which is something that every fisherman would tell you not to do.

The storm was finally over and Steve was walking on the shore, looking for possible damage caused by the storm. It was nothing out of the ordinary, storms happened in summer and that one wasn't any different. No boats were damaged, but he liked walking on the beach after the rain, the sand was humid and fresh and there was a nice breeze. He was collecting nice little seashells for his collection, he already had a handful, but he let them go as soon as he saw something laying on the sand, something that should not have been there. That something was Tony's unconscious body, dragged here by the waves. Steve needled by Tony's side trying to wake him up. He checked his vitals and looked for injuries that luckily were not present. He picked him up in bridal style and took him to his house. From there, he would decide whether he needed to go to the hospital or not.

Tony woke up in Steve's bed. He was feeling exhausted. There was a little ray of sunlight coming in from the window that was hitting him right on his face. Tony rolled over, trying to hide from the light, but fell on the floor with a loud thud. As he loudly growled, more from the frustration than for the pain, Steve ran in the room, as if he was standing right out of the door, which he was, kind of. "Hey, hey, do you hear me?" Steve asked in Italian. Tony was not sure if he understood him, but he could hear a thick American accent in his voice. Truth was, that, no matter how long Steve had been living in Italy, he could not produce an authentic Italian accent, although he knew the language like his own. "Water" Tony mumbled, closing his eyes. Steve ran away and came back with a glass of water. "Here" Tony took the glass with both hands, eagerly drinking it. "Do you know where you are?" Tony shook his head. "Do you know who you are?" Tony nodded "Anthony...Tony" Steve held out his hand. "Very nice to meet you Tony. I'm Steve" Tony shook his hand. "How are you feeling?" Tony nodded. "Do you need to go to the hospital?" "N-no I'm fine" Tony replied nodding. "Ok, let's get you something to eat, ok?" Steve got up, holding his hand out for Tony, waiting for him to take it. Tony looked around while walking to the kitchen. Steve's house was extremely small, it was all on one floor and it consisted of the bedroom, a small kitchen and what Tony could only assume was the bathroom. Tony sat at the rather small table while Steve fixed him a plate of pasta salad and sat next to him. Once he finished eating, Tony got up and reached for the door. "I-I have to go" But before Steve could reply, Tony collapsed on the floor. "It's late and dark, I think it's best if you spend the night here"

Despite wanting to leave the very first second he was conscious again, he soon realised that the quiet little fishermen's town and Steve's company were all he needed. Steve would go to work in the morning, before sunrise and would be back just in time to have breakfast with Tony and they would spend the rest of the day together. It was nice for Tony not to think about Mary for a while. But the dream had to come to an end, eventually. Tony had obligations and a multi billion dollar company to run waiting for him in New York. It was the beginning of September, the days were shorter and the nights were chiller. But it also meant that the town was quieter. Almost every last remaining tourist was leaving. In town there were only the fishermen and their families. Even they were starting to go back to their winter houses because the kids were going to start school in a few days. Soon Steve would be among the last remaining people in the town, with some old ladies. To them, Steve was a saviour, taking care of their groceries and their errands. That could only mean that it was the end of summer and, despite being the saddest time of the year for the residents, it also meant that the happiest days of the summer vacation were coming up. Every single free moment there was, was used to organise a more memorable feast than the year before. And Tony helped. Well, he mostly founded the feast, anonymously. He hadn't told Steve, nor anybody else, who he really was, he figured that, if no one recognised him, he would be nice to live like any other normal person for once. What he didn't take into consideration was the possibility that he could become attached to a certain muscular blond man.

The last night of the feast was also Tony's last night in Italy. He had already begged Pepper for more time, but she couldn't give him any more. There was live music and fresh seafood for everyone. Everyone was smiling, singing and dancing, celebrating the great summer they had. Tony was sitting at a table, a kid had just come to say goodbye. He was running out of time, and that little time he had, he wanted to spend it with Steve. "Steve" "Heeey Tony" He sounded slightly drunk. "I need to talk to you" Steve nodded and took his hand, walking him to the brickwork in front of the sea. "So, tell me" Steve was sitting facing the sea while Tony was facing the other way. "I'm leaving tomorrow" "I know" "I'm...not sure you know who I am" Steve looked at Tony. "You're Tony" "I am Tony Stark" "As in..." "Yes, as in Stark Industries" Steve sighed and looked back at the sea. "Ok" "Just ok?" Steve shook his shoulders. "Yeah, I don't care. It just explains how you could pay for everything" Tony giggled. "I don't want you to go, Tony" "Yeah, I don't want to go neither" Tony put his hand on Steve's. "Steve?" Steve hummed and slightly turned his head towards Tony. "Ithinkimfallingforyou" Steve giggled. "What?" Tony inhaled deeply. "I think I'm falling for you. Deep, like really deep" Steve smiled and caressed his hand. "I fell for you a long time ago, Tony" Steve turned to Tony, sitting astride the brick wall. He put a hand on Tony's cheek. "Can I kiss you?" Tony nodded, biting his lip. Steve put their lips together, pushing Tony back, making him lay on the wall and standing over him, while Tony threw his hands around Steve's neck. Tony mumbled. "What are we going to do?" Steve rolled his eyes "I don't know. We'll think about that tomorrow, now shut up and kiss me" Tony smiled, biting his lip again. Steve smiled and kissed Tony, trying to gain access to his mouth, that Tony kept denying. Steve bit Tony's lip and Tony gasped and Steve, catching the opportunity, slid his tongue into Tony's mouth, feeling Tony's body relax under his touch. Everything was going to be fine, the end of the summer meant the beginning of a life together.

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FIELD TRIP (SUPERFAMILY)

AU where Peter is Tony and Steve's kid and has a field trip at the Stark Industries headquarters [1k words]

Normally, every student would be extremely excited about a field trip. But not Peter, not this time at least. He would have wanted to sit this one out and stay at home. But there was no running away this time. The field trip was at the Stark Industries Headquarters, which coincidentally was located at the Avengers Tower, which was no less than his house. So, going on the field trip or staying at home would both have resulted in uncomfortable encounters with Flash. He tried to get his way out of the city, and he did almost convince Tony, but Mr. Righteousness, as Tony called Steve, insisted that he went on the damn field trip. Peter even ended up hoping that a Avengers-level threat would happen,  just so he could get out of there. But no threat happened.

"Why are you so nervous, Penis Parker? If you really know Tony Stark you don't have anything to be worried about, no?" Yes, in theory, he didn't have anything to be nervous for, but he still felt as if he was going to faint as soon as they walked into the Tower. MJ took Peter's hand, squeezing it a bit to reassure him. Pepper finally arrived in her beautiful white pencil skirt with her staggeringly high heels. She greeted the group with a smile, looking for Peter, who was hiding in the back. When she saw him, she directed the group to the first room. It was the gym where Clint and Bucky were training with the new equipment Peter and Tony had designed and built together. Thankfully, Pepper failed to mention it. When Bucky noticed Peter, he smiled at him and walked up to him. "Hey Pete" "Hi Uncle Bucky" said Peter, reciprocating the hug. "You still up for today?" "Yup- Peter nodded- but I need a present for Pops and I don't know what to get him" Bucky scoffed. "I got you" he said, patting Peter's shoulder. "Thanks Uncle Buck" Peter said, as Bucky walked out. He could feel Flash's eyes on him, but he tried to ignore him and walked after Pepper to the next room.

"...And here there is Dr. Banner, working on some kind of Gamma Radiation thing. What is it again Peter, sweetie?" "A safer way to use radiation therapy for cancer patients" Peter whispered. Pepper smiled at him. "Ah yes, the radiation therapy project. It's a collaboration between Dr. Banner and Mr. Stark, if it works, it's going to revolution ate the modern medicine" Peter smiled, proud of his Dad and Uncle. "But we cannot go in, it's dangerous" Everybody awed, looking at Bruce working. Bruce waved at the students and winked when he saw Peter. Next stop was the cafeteria for a break. Peter was trying to put in function the smart coffee maker he had built with Tony to make coffee for Ned when Steve walked in. He was wearing a Stark Industries sweatshirt and grey sweatpants, he really looked like he had just got out of bed. Knowing him and Tony, he was. "Peter?" he called, making his way to the coffee machine, walking through a bunch of drooling teenagers. Peter rolled his eyes after hearing his classmates comments about his Pops. "Hey kid, you forgot your lunch this morning" Peter blushed when Steve handed him the brown paper bag with a sandwich in it and he looked at his Pops as if he was saying 'you really had to?'. Steve chuckled, knowing what was passing through his son's head. "You dad wants me to remind you that we have a dinner reservation tonight at 7, so whatever you're up to with Buck, cut it short" Peter rolled his eyes. "Yes Pops, I know" Steve kissed Peter's forehead, ruffling his long locks,  before walking out of the room.

"This is Mr.Stark's lab" Pepper opened the door and showed the students in. Peter was,once again,  in the back. He knew the place way too well. He could have said that he spent more hours in the lab with Tony then in his bedroom and he wouldn't have lied. "Peter dear, want to do the honours?" As Pepper asked him the question, all of the students' eyes were on Peter. God knows how much Peter hated the attention. "Yes Penis, show us the lab" Flash said laughing. If sters could kill people, Flash would be dead, because Pepper had just given himself a bad look. Then, much more softly, she looked back at Peter. "Out Peter here, has spend more time in the lab then anybody else, except maybe-" "Except for me" Tony was standing by the door and walked in as soon as the students turned towards the voice. Tony walked up to Peter, who didn't turn, trying to stay hidden, and put both of his hands on Peter's shoulder, squeezing them a bit, not letting him escape. "What do you say we show them some stuff we have been working o huh Petey?" "Dad..." Peter whispered. "Petey" Flash laughed at Tony's nickname for his son, but this time both Tony and Pepper glared at him. Tony conducted Peter in the middle of the lab, browsing through some digital blueprint. "You need me to blast the kid?" Tony whisper asked. "Dad...please" Tony scoffed. "Huh, here it is" Tony opened the holographic blueprint and everybody opened their mouths in awe. "This is a prototype of a new astronomic telescope that should allow us to watch further than the human eye has gone. And it all came from this beautiful mind here" Tony said putting a hand on Peter's head. Tony spent his morning showing the students his projects and answering their questions, very carefully avoiding Flesh's. When their time was over, everybody walked out, leaving Peter and Tony behind. "So that's Flash huh?" Peter nodded. "Do you need me to blast him? I guess that Steve could beat him up" "Dad..." Peter sighed, exasperated. "What? I'm just saying.  Oh wait, I can call Natasha" "Dad no, everyone but Aunt Tasha" Tony laughed, shaking his head. "Alright kid, go with your Uncle Bucky" Tony said, after smacking a kiss on Peter's forehead and Peter bolted out of the room. "Love you" Tony screamed, to which Peter replied before he disappeared upstairs.