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keeping this blog up for archival purposes

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This is my rendition of my cats. All four of them are menaces.

Guess which ones are littermates

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Here take this nonsense

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Family Movie Night Gone WRONG!! (Not Clickbait)

(So. Guess who discovered FrostIron the other day? Anyway, I’m operating under the headcanon that Loki was being controlled by Thanos during the attack on New York, and that Thanos has since been dealt with by Carol. No more giant grape ballsack-chin titan to worry about. Also sorry about the title I couldn't think of anything better.)

If you had told Tony back in 2012 that in five years, the Avengers would be divided, half of said Avengers would be on the run, Asgard would be destroyed, he’d be dating Loki of all people, and have joint custody over a teenager who just so happened to be Spider-Man, well, he would probably have punched you in the face with a metal clad fist and sent you to a psych ward.

But that was exactly where Tony found himself, in the newly repurchased Stark Tower’s penthouse, with Loki and Peter on either side of him on the couch while they watched a Star Wars film that Peter had been demanding they watch together for the past week. Tony and Loki occasionally pitched in with a, “that’s not how that works” when it showed something about science or space that wasn’t accurate. Peter just told them to shush with a laugh each time.

It was nice.

About halfway through the movie, Tony heard Peter’s stomach growl, and that made him realize that he was pretty hungry himself. He told FRIDAY to pause the movie and the lights came on. Loki offered to pick up some Chinese, and Peter and Tony readily agreed.

Peter ran off to use the bathroom after Loki teleported away, and Tony decided to grab another cup of coffee before either of them returned.

Before the coffee could even finish brewing, the elevator dinged. This gave Tony pause, because Loki seldom used the elevator, and no one else was in the tower today. Happy and May were on a date (much to Peter’s equal disgust and happiness), Pepper was in Hong Kong, Rhodey was on a short weekend vacation to visit family, and Thor and Bruce were in New Asgard.

While Tony was wondering who could be in the elevator, the doors opened. He brought his hand up near the arc reactor on his chest, ready to activate his suit if need be.

The first person to come out of the elevator was Rogers, followed by Wilson, Maximoff, Romanoff, and Barton. Tony felt his jaw drop, along with the hand hovering near the arc reactor. Rogers caught sight of Tony, in his sweatpants and Star Trek t-shirt that Peter had gotten him for his birthday, standing with his mouth hanging open in the middle of his kitchen. Rogers smiled. Tony didn’t return the sentiment.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” he asked, which, in his opinion, was a perfectly reasonable response when someone walked into your living room, acting like they owned the place. Knowing Rogers, he probably thought he did. The smile fell from Rogers’ face, and the others behind him tensed.

“What do you mean, Tony? We got pardoned,” Rogers said, with the gall to sound confused.

“Okay, but why the hell are you in my tower?” Now all the rogues looked confused, and they were looking at him like he’d grown a second head.

“We were pardoned,” Romanoff stated, “So we came home.” The others nodded.

“Home?” Tony scoffed, “Home!? You gave up your chance to call Stark Tower ‘home’ when you betrayed my trust.”

“Come on, Tony,” Barton tried, “We were pardoned, and the first thing we do is come and see you, and this is how you repay us?” Tony picked up on the blatant guilt tripping, and it may have just worked if he’d done it before he met Loki or Peter, but not anymore.

Tony opened his mouth to respond, be before he could get a sound out, a soft voice spoke up behind him.

“Dad?”

The universe just loved to fuck with Tony Stark, didn’t it? He spun around to face Peter, turning his back on the rogues, because even if they literally stabbed him in the back, Peter would always be more important.

“Hey Pete. How about you, uh, sit on the couch while I sort this shit out.” He waved vaguely in the direction of the rogues. He heard an indignant sound come from someone behind him, but he chose to ignore it.

Peter looked wary, and he subtly made a web-slinging gesture with his hand. Tony shook his head minutely in response, to which Peter nodded and headed off to the couch.

When he turned back to the rogues, who were standing stock-still. Tony contemplated congratulating Peter for shocking the Avengers this bad later, but figured once Tony told him about it, Loki would do it for him, so he decided not to.

Barton was the first to break the silence. “You have a kid!?” Tony, just now remembering his coffee, grabbed a mug from the cabinet and poured himself some. He took a deep, long drink before he sighed and answered.

“Yeah, what about it?”

The team was shocked into baffled silence once again.

“We just… didn’t peg you for the type to want a kid?” Wilson said, the first time he’s spoken since they all got here. Tony almost didn’t hear the sharp intake of breath that came from the couch.

“I’ll have you know, that kid is one of the best things that’s ever happened to me. I’d sooner let my company go bankrupt than lose him,” Tony told them, loud enough that Peter could hear him, even without his freaky spider-hearing.

The rogues unabashedly gaped at him.

Rogers shook himself out of his stupor first.

“Tony, how long have you had a kid?” He sounded like he couldn’t believe that Tony could possibly care for a child, which a younger Tony would have agreed with.

“About a year and a half now, right?” Tony looked to Peter for confirmation, and Peter nodded at him with a thumbs up, which was actually a lot more encouraging than it should have been. “Yeah, a year and a half ago I adopted him.”

“It’s still joint custody!” Peter called out with a devilish grin.

“Stop being a smartass, Peter!” That only caused Peter’s grin to get wider.

Before anyone else could speak, there was a bright flash of green light in the middle of the living room. Tony felt relief flood through him. Loki was back.

The rogues drew their weapons. Rogers grabbed the shield off his back, red magic danced around Maximoff’s fingers, making Tony take a few steps back with unease, Barton knocked an arrow, and Romanoff just suddenly had a knife. Wilson migrated to the back of the group, because he was in civilian clothes and didn’t have his wings.

The five of them stiffened when Loki began to speak. Tony did the opposite and relaxed.

“So, they didn’t have any more chow mein, which is ridiculous, because they are a Chinese restaurant, how could they just run out of chow mein?” Loki ranted while he rifled through the bags, most likely checking that everything was there. “Also, they kept saying that they ‘were closed’ and asking ‘how did you get in here,’ which, rude, but they did give us three free egg rolls, so-” Loki finally looked up and took in the scene unfolding in front of him.

“Am I interrupting something?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.

Tony shot Loki a look that hopefully conveyed his thoughts of, “please, for the love of god, help me.” Loki got the memo, but chose to roll his eyes and drop himself on the couch next to Peter instead.

“Traitor,” Tony mumbled to himself, before refocusing on the rogues, who still had all their weapons pointed at Loki, and subsequently, Peter.

“Tony,” Rogers started harshly, “Why is Loki here?” He said Loki’s name with so much contempt that Tony physically recoiled from it.

“Um, because he wants to be?” Tony told them, but it sounded a lot more like a question than he intended. “And because I let him in.” he continued, trying to make it not sound like he was unsure.

“So you’ll let a supervillain into Avengers Tower, but not the actual Avengers?” Barton burst out, “That’s bullshit!” Tony needed to take a deep breath and a sip of coffee before he could respond to that remark.

“Okay, first of all,” Tony shot a glance at Loki who was smiling bitterly at his lap in that way he did when he was feeling self-deprecating. “Loki is not a supervillain now, nor was he ever. And second, this is Stark Tower, not Avengers Tower, and you need to get it through your skulls that I will not welcome you back here. In fact, you are trespassing on private property as we speak, but I’ll let it slide if you leave. Right now.”

Tony could practically see the gears turning in everyone’s heads. It was as if they couldn’t even follow the simplest instructions.

“Tony,” Rogers began, and Tony internally groaned. He just wanted Rogers and his rogues gone. ”Loki is manipulating you. But you don’t have to do what he wants. Come with us, we’ll keep you safe.”

Now it was Tony’s turn to have gears turning in his head.

And when he finally figured out what Rogers was talking about, he burst out laughing. The rogues looked awkward, just standing there watching him laugh his ass off, and that only made him laugh harder.

“Y-you, pfft- you think h-he’s manipulating me?” And that was all that Tony could say before he fell into another fit of laughter.

Peter and Loki found this funny too, because Peter was trying - and failing - to stifle his own laughter and Loki had a fond grin on his face as he looked at Tony.

After a minute or two, he’d finally calmed down. During his laughing fit, the rogues had lowered their weapons slightly, but Maximoff’s magic had only grown and glowed brighter. “Loki is not manipulating me, nor is he controlling me, or doing anything else to me. So drop it.”

Maximoff’s stance shifted slightly, and she lunged at Tony. Before he could activate his armour, she had pinned him to the ground and put her fingers on his temples. He tried to struggle, but she was either surprisingly heavy, or she was holding herself down with magic. Most likely the latter.

More red magic gathered at her fingertips, and Tony felt his eyelids drooping shut, no matter how much he fought to keep them open. When his eyes fully closed, a searing pain seemed to stab him in the brain, but he was unable to scream.

A second later, the weight was thrown off him, the pain was gone, and he could open his eyes again.

Loki and Peter had both gotten off the couch and tackled Maximoff off of him. Peter had her pinned to the ground, even as she was thrashing about. Loki held out his hand for Tony to grab and Tony gratefully took it so Loki could haul him up.

Even once Tony was back on his feet, he didn’t let go of Loki’s hand. The rogues looked warily between Tony, Peter, and Loki, and raised their weapons once again. Tony let out a grumble and turned so he could drop his forehead on Loki’s shoulder. Loki used his unoccupied hand to comb his fingers through Tony’s hair. Tony gave an appreciative hum.

Peter managed to get off Maximoff without any serious injuries, so he went and stood next to Tony on the opposite side Loki was. Tony smiled at him and ruffled his hair.

Tony then glared at the rogues, Steve and Wanda especially. The former was helping the latter off of the floor, both glaring at all three of them. Romanoff stepped in front of Rogers and Maximoff, holding her hands up in faux surrender.

“How about we all calm down and talk about this?” She tried.

“Get out of my tower,” Tony growled, clutching Loki’s hand like a lifeline. Loki squeezed his hand back just as tightly.

The rogues must have realized how much of a fruitless endeavor this was, because they all backed off, though reluctantly. They all crowded back into the elevator and told FRIDAY to bring them back to the ground floor. The AI didn’t reply as she usually did, just shut the doors and brought them down.

Tony slumped in exhaustion.

“Okay, that’s officially too much excitement for what should have been a relaxing movie night.” His comment startled a laugh out of Peter, and Loki even let out a chuckle.

They all went back to their spots on the couch, this time with Chinese food, and started the movie back up. None of them stayed awake long enough to see the end.

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Wait, what?

(I’m banned from AO3 rn so I wrote this and I’m gonna post it here. Irondad and Spiderson, and Wanda, Nat, and Steve are there too. Not Starker.)

To put it frankly, Peter wasn’t entirely sure what was going on. One minute, he was in the kitchen on the common floor because the one on the penthouse floor was out of mayo, the next, he was waking up, tied to a folding chair with Captain America, Black Widow, and Wanda Maximoff in civilian clothes surrounding him.

Yeah, Peter had no clue what was going on.

“So, do you knock out teenagers and tie them to chairs often?” No one answered. Tough crowd.

“How did you get in here?” Black Widow leveled him with an intense glare, and Peter found himself edging back as far as he could while tied to a chair.

“The… elevator?” He told her, but it came out sounding like a question. Black Widow’s glare got more intense. Peter averted his gaze, instead choosing to look at the other two’s expressions.

Cap had that disappointed look on his face, so Peter looked away quickly and Maximoff looked wary, and her hands were glowing red and poised to attack. Unnerved, Peter refocused his attention on Black Widow.

“Alright son,” Cap started, and Peter looked up at him. Black Widow backed off a little bit so she wasn’t quite so in his face. “We don’t want to hurt you, so just tell us how you got up here so we don’t have to.” Peter’s eyebrows creased and he cocked his head to the side and gave his best ‘are you kidding me?’ look.

“I told you, I came down using the elevator,” Peter insisted. Black Widow’s eyes narrowed.

“Down?” She asked. Their gazes turned even more suspicious than before.

“I, uh… I don’t think I should’ve told you that.” Peter could feel his heart jackhammering in his chest. The watch Tony designed for him vibrated in the pattern that indicated a higher than normal pulse. He forced himself to take calming breaths. There was no need to worry Tony when he didn’t need to.

“What do you mean you ‘came down using the elevator’?” Maximoff demanded, hands glowing ever brighter.

“I plead the fifth,” Peter told her. Cap groaned in annoyance.

“That’s it, I’m calling Tony,” he declared. He pulled out his phone and tapped the screen a few times before beckoning the others to follow him to the other end of the room. The phone rang for a few seconds, then Tony picked up.

“What’s up, Spangles?” Peter heard Tony ask through the phone.

“There’s an intruder on our floor,” Cap said, not bothering with pleasantries.

“We’re not entirely sure how he got here, but he’s saying he came down using the elevator.” Black Widow added. There was a muffled curse on the other end of the line.

“I’ll be down in a sec.” The line went dead.

The Rogue Avengers returned their focus to Peter, who was squirming uncomfortably in the metal chair. The ropes they used to tie him up dug into his wrists and hurt like a bitch, but it’s not like he could break out of them with everyone staring at him anyway.

So, Peter resigned himself to his uncomfortable fate.

After what felt like hours, but was probably only a minute, the elevator dinged and Tony stepped out, grease stains on his shirt and pants and his hair disheveled.

“Alright, I’m here. So who’s this intruder you were talking about?” Peter peeked out from behind Cap and gave Tony an anxious smile. Tony’s eyes widened.

Tony marched right up to the Rogues and shoved Cap and Black Widow out of the way. They grunted in surprise and fixed him with befuddled stares. He continued past them only for Cap to grab his arm. Tony tried to rip it from his grasp, but he couldn’t fight off the super soldier, even though he wanted to.

“Tony, he could be dangerous,” Cap warned. Tony glared at him.

“Let go of me, Rogers. You don’t know shit.”

“No, Tony. This guy broke into one of the most secure buildings in the world. We don’t know how dangerous he can be, even if he’s tied up,” Cap said, “Don’t you trust me?”

Tony barked out a laugh, but it was humorless and bitter. 

“I’m not sure I can ever trust you again,” Tony said. Cap released his arm and Tony rubbed at the spot where Cap grabbed him. He went behind the chair and untied the ropes, allowing Peter out of the chair.

Cap fell into a defensive position, Black Widow pulled out a knife from somewhere, and Maximoff started floating off the ground a bit. All of them were poised to attack him, and Peter wasn’t entirely sure they wouldn’t spring into action without provocation.

Peter quickly skittered back and hid behind his mentor, rightfully wary of the three powerful people that looked like they could murder him in seconds. He peeked around Tony’s shoulder and found that none of them had dropped their stances. Tony, in what he probably thought was a subtle move, held his arms out to his sides to block any attacks aimed at Peter.

“Tony, what are you doing?” Cap asked him, eyes narrowed and expression cold.

“Why are you protecting the intruder, Stark?” Maximoff pressed. Tony made no move to answer, nor to stop defending Peter. The room went silent for a while. Black Widow was the first to move.

She slipped he knife back to wherever she had gotten it and her posture relaxed. Her entire demeanor had changed in a matter of seconds. Scary, Peter thought.

“So, how do you know the kid, Stark?” Cap and Maximoff gave her puzzled looks. Then, Cap relaxed too, and Maximoff set herself back on the ground and the red magic that had previously been ever-present dispersed. Tony hesitantly dropped his arms back to his sides.

“He’s my intern,” He told them, “And if he decides to quit because you three scared him, I’ll never forgive you.”

The three ex-rogue Avengers shared glances, and collectively backed off. Tony relaxed slightly  and slung an arm around Peter’s shoulders, guiding him away from the room’s other occupants. On their way to the elevator, Peter slipped away for a second to grab the mayo, then returned to Tony’s side just as fast.

They hopped in the elevator, and Tony told FRIDAY to bring them back up to the penthouse.

As the elevator doors Peter heard Cap ask how long Tony had had a son, and he saw Black Widow shrug in response.

Peter was, once again, left confused and without the slightest hint of what was going on.

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This is the only other Danny Phantom fanart I have drawn rn, so...

The original sketch:

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This’ll be my first post since changing this blog’s theme entirely, so take some Danny Phantom.