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[everbloomingsoul]

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Chapter One: Professor Harrington and Mr. Munson

***THERE WILL BE LOTS SMUT 18+ CONTENT EVENTUALLY SO MINORS THIS IS NOT A SPACE FOR YOU, MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED,IF YOU DONT HAVE AN AGE IN YOUR BIO I WILL LIKELY ASSUME YOU'RE A MINOR AND BLOCK. DM FOR ANY QUESTIONS THANKS!<3***

Pairing: Professor! Steve Harrington x Best Friends Dad! Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Not much...YET.. lots of smutty smutt smutt to come. Vague mention of depression/ bad childhood/anxiety , mention of drug use/ cigarette smoking, Eddie and Steve being hot, Reader is in their mid 20s and Eddie and Steve are early to mid 40s

Summary: Reader moves to the one and only Hawkins, Indiana and meets her sexy new sociology professor and realizes she might have a crush on her best friends dad..oops

Authors Note: Hi folks!!! this is so nerve wracking i've never really properly written for either of these characters before except in my head and reading lots and lots of smut! I really hope you guys like it, i'm really excited for what's to come for this series, I haven't thought of a name for it yet so i'm just going to go chapter by chapter but its gonna be a fucking wild ride so buckle your seat belts :) 4k words (Also older Eddie pic by the lovely @eddiemunsons-missingnipple )

**Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five**

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Were you doing the right thing? Could you do this on your own? What if you failed?

Your head filled with doubt now that your dreams you’ve had since you graduated high school were now coming to fruition. You saved up all the money you could, working odd jobs for a few years after high school to have enough money to get out of your hometown and into a good college states away.

You shake away all the negative thoughts, no. This had to work you were going to make sure it worked. This is your new start, to create your own life. It had to be better than back home, where no one gave a shit about you and your own parents didn’t care enough to stick around after you graduated high school, not that they were the most involved parents to begin with anyways. Even the friends you had back home were just party related or friends of friends, you were always on the outside looking in, never properly fitting anywhere. The only reason you decided to move specifically to Hawkins was because your only real friend, Violet, that you’ve had since you were 12 had moved here 10 years ago and you’d made a pact long ago that if you ever got out of that town, you’d follow her here.

You pinch your fingers to the bridge of your nose, willing the thought of your parents and back home to go back into the little dark corner of your brain. You can’t breakdown now, not right before your first class, how pathetic would that be?

“Focus focus focus, come on you got this.” you muttered quietly to yourself over and over until the anxiety subsided. You take a deep breath, willing your lungs to fill with air to cool down your buzzing insides. You look in your car mirror to make sure your makeup still looked good and fidgeted with your clothes.

You were never one to obsess over your appearance by any means, but you really wanted to make a good first impression. You had your hair pulled up into a butterfly clip and had on your favorite dress a pair of black tights and your trusty Dr. Martens. With one final look in the mirror, you sigh and grab your bookbag and get out of your car. You look on your phone to triple check that you were in the right place, the last thing you needed was to be lost or even worse late to your first class.

You’d only moved into your apartment off campus the day before so you haven’t had time to look around the town or get used to your surroundings yet. You noted that your car didn’t stick out like a sore thumb. Your car was a few years old and was always something of an insecurity for you. But most of the cars that filled the almost completely full parking lot were older or used cars, which put you at ease. You head into the Humanities and Social Sciences building and check for a fourth time, Sociology 101 room E142 Professor Harrington.

The room is much bigger than you thought, chairs and desks circling the podium at the front of the room. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding as the room was only half full of other stressed out looking students preparing for their day ahead. You decide to pick a seat towards the middle of the room to not look too eager.

As you’re getting your laptop and books out of your bookbag you hear footsteps walking into the room and the girls behind you immediately start giggling and whispering to each other. You look to see where they’re looking hoping they aren’t making fun of you, you see them biting their lips and looking at the front of the class. You follow their eyeline and your breath hitches.

Where your sociology professor should be standing is an Adonis, he has thick honey brown hair, peppered with grey, that frame his handsome face. His skin impossibly sun kissed like he’d just come back from a tropical island and not living in Hawkins, Indiana. He smiles nervously at the class; his smile is warmer than the sun despite his nervousness, warming you from the inside out. He’s wearing a white button down covered by a navy blue sweater, a pair of grey slacks and black high top converse.

“Ahoy folks! Are you guys ready to set sail on this vast ocean called Sociology with me? I’ll be your Captain Professor Harrington!” he claps his hands, his eyes waiting and hoping for a response.

The girls behind you giggle and a few other students around the room follow suit, he sighs contently. He goes onto explaining the syllabus and assignments for this semester. The class flies by, he’s easy to listen and pay attention to, sure his looks help but he seems genuinely interested in what he’s teaching. Which is a breath of fresh air, you diligently take notes, making sure not to miss anything. Before you know it, class is over and people start packing up their things.

“Oh class before I forget, if any of you are commuters, come get a parking pass from me unless you want a ticket.” he announces to the class, most of the class you assume living in the dorms hurry out of the room.

“Because not only are we charging students tuition we are also charging students just to park on campus, capitalism at its finest folks,” he snorts, shakes his head, and walks to his desk leaning against it.

After finally putting all your things away and checking where your next class is you head up to him. Just being near him makes your heart beat a million miles a minute, like your unworthy of being in his presence let alone so close to him.

He smiles warmer and wider as you stand in front of him, “Hey what can I do ya for?” he asks brightly.

“Oh, uh, I just need a parking pass if that’s okay,” you say quietly.

“More than okay my dear!” he declared. You blush at his words while he picks around in his desk drawer for a parking pass. His nose scrunches up in frustration as the digging becomes hastier and more urgent.

“I coulda swore I put em in here… or did I leave them in my office?... shit,” he breathes.

You giggle at his disorganization, and he looks up at you embarrassed, you wondered how a man who looks like how he does could ever be embarrassed about anything. The girls who sit behind you would agree.

“I promise I’m not usually this discombobulated.. just uh first days always come sooner than I think.” he chuckles

You nod knowingly at him “No worries I can always get it tomorrow or something.” you say waving his worries off.

He looks up at you through his glasses relieved “Really? That- that would be amazing. I would go grab them from my office, but I don’t think I have enough time to before my next class.” He studies you for a second like he’s actually looking at you for the first time.

“What’s your name again hun?” he says casually, as he opens his computer and types on his keyboard.

Your heart flutters at the continued use of nicknames, you take a second to study him again before you respond. He’s hunched over his desk, typing and clicking away on his computer like he’s searching for something. His eyes crinkled at the edges with age, memories of many days smiling and being in the sun. You notice his freckles that adorn his face and neck that you couldn’t see during class. If you had it your way, you’d take your time to count them all to try and make sense of his godly beauty. And his hands.. his hands look so strong effortlessly gliding across his keyboard.

You must have taken too long to answer because he looks up at you expectantly and raises his eyebrow and smirks. You shake your head slightly trying to regain your composure.

“S-sorry first day jitters, my heads a bit scrambled,” you confess to him. You tell him your name quickly, you hoped that your cheeks didn’t look as red as they felt.

His eyes softened a bit and nodded and continued to type on his computer for a couple more seconds before turning to you again.

“I emailed campus security to let them know that it’s my fault you don’t have a pass and if they do give you a ticket just bring it to me and I’ll sort it out for you, okay?” he states and steps away from his computer to face you again.

“Oh wow thank you so much Mr. Harrington, I really appreciate it!” you chirp

His face scrunches up at the name, and chuckles, some of his honey brown hair falling in front of his face, his hand ready to catch them and put the strands back in place. You were mesmerized.

“Uh Mr. Harrington is my father, call me Steve er Professor Harrington works to if you don’t want to be on a first name basis.” He says kindly

“Oh well thank you regardless…Steve.” his name sounds foreign but good on your tongue. You stare at your shoes and then realize that you’ve been in here looking at your professor for far too long.

What the fuck were you thinking? He probably thinks you’re insane but is too nice to say so.

“Ya of course,” he dismisses you easily.

“Anyways I don’t wanna keep you, have a good day,” you apologize.

"You too Y/N,” he calls, as you head out the door, glad that your back is to him so he can’t see you blush again just because he said your first name.

“Get it the fuck together.” you mutter to yourself as you walk aimlessly out of his classroom.

The rest of the day goes without a hitch, you find yourself actually excited for the upcoming topics in your classes. You’ve never given yourself the opportunity to properly nerd out about the things you’re interested in.

You finally get back to your car after all your classes and groan at the sight of a ticket stuck onto your windshield.

“Fuck…” you whine

Too tired to get it taken care of today you drive home and plop on your bed. Even though your classes were super interesting, it was very mentally draining. Extra draining because you’ve tried to force your brain to focus on classes and not think about your sexy sociology professor.

Was he this nice to all his students? Did you catch him eyeing you up while you were talking or were your eyes playing tricks on you? You keep trying to reassure yourself he is just really nice. But his hands… his smile…

You groan and rub your hands against your face trying to shake all the whirling thoughts out of your head. You force yourself to think about literally anything else, then your tummy rumbles. You haven’t had time to grocery shop considering you had just moved in yesterday and your fridge was completely empty except for some bottles of water and condiments.

Your phone buzzes next to you on your bed, you open it and smile.

“BITCHHHH I MISS U COME OVER! You’ve been in Hawkins over 24 hours & ive gotten radio silence from u! ur presence is being requested in the munson household immediately!

P.S Bring food my dad is starving me over here”

“At your service m’lady, cheeseburgers good?” you respond quickly

“ur a life saver babe<3”

Your mind drifts away from your professor and the ticket that is burning a hole in your bookbag. This place already feels more like home than any time you’ve ever spent where you were born. You missed your best friend so much. Violet Munson has been your ride or die best friend for as long as you can remember. You two became friends when you were sitting alone in the lunch room one day and she came and sat right down next to you and you two have been inseparable ever since… that is until her dad decided to move her back to Hawkins to be closer to family after the divorce right before freshman year. You had been crushed getting your best friend ripped away from you like that, but then you guys made the pack to get out of dodge when you could, and now you’re here… in Hawkins,Indiana.

You change into comfy clothes and grab some cheeseburgers, fries, and onion rings from the only burger joint in town and headed over to the Munson residence. You’ve never actually been to her house before because your parents never allowed you to visit after she moved away, so you two mostly kept in contact over constant texts and lots of facetiming.

Pulling up to her house you were more nervous than you thought, you hadn’t seen her in so long and hoped things wouldn’t be awkward. You turned off the ignition, grabbed the food, and went to open your door when you heard a scream come from the front of the house. You lift your eyes to see your best friend jumping up and down on the front porch in her pajamas. Violet had long bright purple hair and thick black eyeliner, kind eyes, a wide smile, and an infectious laugh.

“YOU’RE HERE YOU’RE REALLY FUCKING HERE HOLY SHIT!”

You laughed and dropped all the food in the front seat of your car and ran to meet her in the middle of her lawn and tackled her to the ground. You hugged her tight, squeezing your eyes together wishing the tears at the corner of your eyes to go away.

“Vi I missed you so fucking much.” you whisper

“Awe babe I missed you too.” she shares

You both get up off the grass and you grab the food and head inside. You set the food down in front of the tv like you used to do when she lived closer to you. You sit down on the couch and while she grabs plates. You sigh deeper into the couch, everything was just picking up exactly where you two had left off, you were gonna be okay. You smile quietly to yourself and then head to the kitchen to help her bring everything into the living room. You decide to watch a new horror movie that just came out, the two of you always bonding over everything creepy and spooky. You let Violet tell you about her partner Quinn, who she met a few years ago and was head over heels in love with.

Then the front doorknob jingled, and you heard the familiar thud of heavy boots.

“Ho- holy shit is that Y/N?!”

You turn to face the familiar voice at the door. “Hey Mr. Munson, long time no see!” you breathe.

Fuckk… when did Vi’s dad get so... hot?... what the hell is wrong with you today? First your sociology professor and now your best friends DAD?!

He grins widely at you just like his daughter, he shrugs out of his boots and walks into the living room.

“I got you a cheeseburger on my way over, still like double meat and cheese on your burger?” you question.

Mr. Munson puts a hand over his heart and falls into the love seat next to the tv.

“You remembered, I’m touched sweetheart.” he beamed.

“oh yeah no problem at all!” you blush.

“Well I’ll let you guys catchup, don’t need me harshing the vibes, Vi’s been nonstop talking about you coming to Hawkins  a month!” he chattered

Out of the corner of your eye you see Violet roll her eyes at her father.

“Dad no one fucking says “harshing the vibes” anymore or at all, you’re aging yourself old man,” she chortles

Mr. Munson chuckles and puts his hands up in the air in surrender “Alright alright I’m leaving, if you guys need anything I’ll be in the garage. Thanks again for the burger Y/N!” he says kindly holding up the burger in one of his large tattooed hands.

You beam up at him happy to help, and this time you get a good look at your best friends dad. He’s aged so much better than you could ever imagine a man with Mr. Munsons lifestyle to ever age, the expression aged like fine wine captures it perfectly.

His brown hair still wild and curly as its always been but tied up into a low bun at the base of his neck. Only difference is the now visible little grey streaks that run through random curls. He has more laugh lines at the side of his mouth and the corners of his eyes. Still wearing his normal garb, black jeans with loads of rips, a band tee with a leather jacket. His chocolate brown eyes still full of mischief and debauchery. His nose ring ever present but you spy a few more additions to his tattoo collection, specifically a new neck tattoo and a few more on his hands.

Fuck his hands… wait you have to answer him. Answer him before it’s weird that you’ve been staring at him so long.. you’re really on a fucking roll today.

“It was my pleasure Mr. Munson really,” you gush.

He gives you a wink that goes straight to your core and vibrates in your bones and heads to the garage.

Violet didn’t seem to notice how flushed you were, eyes still on the screen, interjecting at random times when a scene looks to fake or when the blood splattering doesn’t look real enough.

After the movie the two of you head upstairs to Vi’s room, she wanted to show you her new additions to her every growing crystal collection and a few polaroid pictures of her and her partner.

“They literally make me feel like a princess I feel so lucky, for our 3 year anniversary they gave me these black tourmaline pentagram earrings, aren’t they so cute?!”

Your heart fills with warmth, Violet has always been loud and unique, you are so happy for her that she found someone who accepts her for who she is and loves her for it.

“That’s really sweet Vi, i'm so happy you have them, and that they treat you so well,” you grin.

“Thanks… what about you though? You’ve always been very singular… looking to change that any time soon? You deserve to be happy babe, even if it just means getting laid you deserve to get some. You’re a fucking catch dude” ,she compliments

“I mean you know I had a thing with Dylan for awhile before he got back with his girlfriend...” you murmur

“Oh COME ON, you know that’s not what I mean, not some assholes rebound!” she insists

“Vi I don’t have a line down the block like you used to have, you’ve got that whole hot sexy goth girl shit going on, I’m just me.” you babble and point to your gorgeous best friend

“What about Tom? You were with Tom for a long time what happened with him?” she asks obliviously.

“Fuckin cheated on me,” you sigh. Re-living your lack of romantic endeavors to your very not single best friend being up there in the top 10 most pathetic things to date.

“Oh fuck that guy, how fucking dare he!” she sneers while she tries to light the perfectly wrapped blunt in her hand.

“Shit I think my lighters dead, can you go ask my dad if he has an extra?”

You nod and head downstairs and search for the door that leads to the garage, finally you find the door you’re looking for and the image in front of you almost makes you audibly gasp.

Mr. Munson has a cigarette between his lips hes strumming along to some metal song that he’s humming the tune to, occasionally sucking in smoke and blowing out the side of his mouth. His head bobbing to the tune of the song completely in his own world. He’s beautiful.

You look at the way his fingers move to the beat and strum the strings on his guitar, mesmerized by how pretty they are. You can see all the calloses on his hands from all of the years of playing.

Your hand moves without thinking and knocks on the side of the garage door, getting Mr. Munsons attention.

“Oh shit, hey honey, ya need something?" He questions

“oh yeah sorry, Vi’s lighter ran out, and we were trying to light a blunt, you got an extra?” You ask.

Growing up, Mr. Munson had always been the more laid back between Violets two parents, letting her test the waters herself allowing more than the normal parent would. But as long as she was being safe and not doing any hard drugs he was mostly lenient with her. Not that it mattered much now that she’s grown.

“Uh yeah I probably got one around here somewhere, come pop a squat while I look.” he gestures to the chair beside him.

Your legs wobble while you move into the garage, it smelled so uniquely of him. His leather jacket draped over the back of his chair, smoke in the air, and metal music playing lowly in the background.

His space made you feel at home, the garage door was open so you could see the sun setting in the sky, and the metal music is weirdly comforting. You find yourself tapping your feet to the beat.

Eddie went to his truck looking for an extra lighter and your eyes wander to his guitar. You can tell he really cares about it, its clean, the strings look freshly changed, and recently polished.

“Oh yeah she’s a beaut isn’t she?" He observes proudly, leaning against his car with a new found lighter in hand.

“Yeah really pretty Mr. Munson,” you remark.

He smiles at you, “Here ya go, I don’t know how much juice is left in it.” He hands you the lighter, for the few seconds your hands connect you see how much bigger his hands are than yours, it almost makes you topple over in your chair.

“Thanks,” you reply. You grab the lighter with your hand and put it in your pocket and push out of the chair headed back into the house.

“Were you always this shy?” he asks inquisitively.

You turn around to face him confused by his question, you never really considered yourself shy, it just takes some time for you to come out of your shell.

“Shy?” you reply. fidgeting with a loose string on your sweatpants, your lips in a fine line.

“Yeah..you just seem.. shy or sad maybe, you doin okay?” he presses

You sigh hard trying to find the right words to explain the last few years and what would be appropriate to share with your best friends dad. “I’m fine really, just a long few days.” you share and smile to try and make it convincing.

He clicks his tongue and you know that he doesn’t believe you, your heart sinks. You never want to put your sadness or hurt onto anyone else, you’re a big girl and you can handle it on your own. You change the subject to the empty beer glass on the table in front of him, “Need another beer?” you ask

“Read my mind darlin, thanks,” he replies.

You head to the kitchen to grab him his beer and head back to the garage to bring it to him. When you get back he’s back at it strumming on his guitar in his own world, you wish for a second maybe you could just sit in his little world with him, it’s quiet and peaceful, no thinking required. You set the beer on the table and turn to head back upstairs.

“Hey Y/N, if you need anything or even just to talk I’m around, I know I’m not Violet, but if you need another friendly face, I’m here.” he smiles warmly at you.

Your heart melts, of course he’s the sweetest man in the whole world. “Thank you Mr. Munson that really means a lot,” you blush. Thankful to have one more person in this town on your side.

You close the door behind you and rush back upstairs hoping Violet doesn’t notice how long you’ve been gone. You hear voices and giggling on the other side of the door,

She’s on the phone with Quinn.

“She’s returned! Come here I want you to meet Quinn!” she exclaims. You breathe out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, no excuse necessary. Your friendship with Violet has always easier than breathing. You spend the rest of the night smoking weed and talking on the phone with her partner, glad to have the distraction from your recent interaction with her dad.

Did he really mean what he said? Or was he also just being nice? I guess he kind of has to be nice to me, being his daughters best friend. Plus he’s so out of my league, a man like him would never go for a girl like me, right?

Only time will tell.

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[just-my-fandom]

Blame (Tony Stark x Daughter! Reader x Carol Danvers)

Request; Sorry if it's a weird request but can I have a lil Tony Stark x daughter!reader oneshot where Carol was the one to wield the Infinity stones (she survived), killed Thanos and all that, and Tony lived but R sacrificed herself to get the soul stone? And while he’s talking with Carol he can't stop thinking about it, experiencing survivor's guilt all over again and also thinking about the whole "there's only 1 reality in which we win" thing. So he finds Strange and confronts him about it, and in the end Tony gets him to confess that there were actually 2 outcomes in which they won but he lied for whatever reason Tony doesn't listens to and starts to get real angry at him, acting out of grief and pain because his daughter is gone and that could've been prevented. Sorry if it's too specific, I wanted to write it myself but I don't have the skills. Love u bye.

A/N; Didn’t know if you wanted a romantic pairing so I included a small Carol x reader so I hope you enjoy and that this doesn’t suck too much rip

I hate to inform that there is a shit tone of time skips in this oops. This is super long too, but I didn’t include the part with Carol and the stones

Warnings; Age gap between Carol and reader?? Reader is 19 during Infinity War

“Don’t you think you should go home with Pepper?”

You look up at a deep voice, eyes catching Steve leaning up against the doorway of the small office in the compound,

“And do what? Sit around and pretend that none of this happened?” You shrug your shoulders, attempting to ease the ache in your muscles, “That my father might be dead and Carol is probably dust too?”

“I’m sure Carols just fine,” Steve heaves a soft breath, your eyes glossing over as you shake your head,

“Then why hasn’t she tried to contact me?” You look up at the man you called your uncle, Steve frowning, “Why hasn’t she come down to Earth to check up?”

Steve moves forward, turning around at a rumble in the ground, catching Natasha running past him in the halls, “Dont let Pepper leave,” She calls, Steve shortly looking at you then following the blonde woman,

You shove away from your desk, feet slowly picking up speed so you ran past Steve, jumping over the steps outside the compounds door and slowing to a stop next to Natasha, eyes trailing up at the large ship,

“Carol!” You catch the blonde moving from under the ship, running up to her so she could pull you against her, hand at your hair,

“Hey baby,” She murmurs tiredly, thumb caressing your cheek and lips pressing to yours slowly, eyes shutting, “What happened while I was gone?”

“Thanos,” You reveal, the tears from minutes ago slipping into her hand, “Almost everyone’s gone, vanished. I thought you were too-,” Your eyes move past her shoulder, catching Steve and Pepper helping someone stand as they were too weak to do so on their own,

“Dad?” Carol allows you to slip away from her, Tony’s head lifting to meet your gaze,

“You’re okay,” He croaks out, pulling his arm away from Steve to reach out to you, Pepper holding his sides so he didn’t collapse when he throws both arms around you, “Oh thank God,”

“I thought you vanished,” You whisper, Tony shaking his head and blinking away sudden tears,

“I couldn’t leave my two favorite girls,” Tony cracks a smile, glancing at Pepper next to him,

“Let’s get you inside,” Pepper murmurs, “Get you a shower and clean clothes, food too,”

“Wait wait,” It’s an hour later. Rhodey and Thor had been called, told of Tony’s finding, and now you and your super family had gathered in the main area of the compound, “If you’re all super and powerful, where the hell were you during this whole attack with Thanos?”

Your eyes stare at your uncle, Rhodey, his gaze sharp on Carol next to you.

“There are many other planets than just Earth,” Carol reminds, flicking an eyebrow to the man and glancing at you when you put a hand on her arm,

“Who’s all gone?” You ask Tony, his gaze leaving the table to look up at his only child,

“The guardians. Strange. Peter,” Tony swallows, your hand tightening at Carols arm at the mention off your brother figure,

Carol protectively slides her hand into yours, squeezing tightly to assure you,

“What about here?” Tony questions quietly, rubbing his face out of exhaustion,

“The Wakandian siblings,” You start, voice wavering, “Wanda, Sam, Buck. Visions gone for good, I saw Thanos pull the stone out of him,”

You shut your eyes at the memory, Carol inhaling deeply and looking at your father,

“Point is, what do we do now?”

“There is nothing we can do,” Tony lifts a shoulder, sitting back down in his chair, “The stones and Thanos disappeared after he snapped. We just have to...move on,”

5 Years Later (Reader has moved out of the Stark home and moved in with her Aunt, Natasha, where they stay at the compound)

“Any luck on Banner?”

You lean into the table behind you, eyes scanning across the four holograms in front of you,

“Negative,” Rhodey answers, shifting in his spot of the hologram, “I’m going to try Europe, but that’s the best I can do,”

You nod once, tapping your fingers against the desk nervously, “Carol, are we still seeing you next month?”

“Not likely,” Carol moves her eyes to meet yours, now short hair blowing in her face, “You might not see me for a good while,”

“Figured,” You murmur, lowering your head and sighing. Rhodey looks between you and the superhero beside Rocket and Nebula, then clears his throat,

“I’ll let you know of any updates on Banner from here,” He steps back, his hologram vanishing from its device. You raise your head, watching Nebula and a Rocket along with a Wakandian solider leave their hologram frames,

“I’ll come as soon as I can,” Carol exhales, eyes staring at you and catching sudden tears, “Y/N, look at me,”

You do so, allowing your eyes to meet hers, forcing yourself to swallow down a sob in your throat,

“I’ll be home soon,” She promises, “Then we’ll get our own apartment together and no more superhero stuff for a while,”

“It’s just lonely,” You whisper, “Natasha is still upset about Bruce and Steve barely does anything anymore. My dad and Pepper are all worried about Morgan to bother with me,”

“They still love you,” Carol smiles, “I have to go now, promise to be safe,”

Your lips tug upwards, hand raising to hover over her hands hologram, “I promise,”

Carol smiles, hologram hand brushing your cheek, before she steps back and she disappears from your line of sight,

You drop your hand, bringing the back to your eye to wipe away a tear that had fallen,

. . .

“Dad, we both know what has to be done,”

Father-daughter fight. All parents fight with their kids, but not like this. Your arm holds its laser at your father feet away, rumble cracking underneath your foot at the edge,

“Exactly. You get away from that ledge and get the stone,” Tony snarls, your hand pressing the side of your helmet so it lifted and revealed your face, eyes blood shot from tears,

“I have to jump!” You exhale, “Pepper and Morgan need you, more than they need me,”

“And Danvers doesn’t need you?” Tony shoots, watching your hand slightly falter at the mention of the female captain, “She cares about you, just like I do with Pepper. You can’t just leave her like that, you promised her you’d be safe,”

“I can’t keep every God damn promise Dad!” You clutch your fist, free hand powering up, “I have to do this! It’s the only way to bring them back!”

You grunt out of irritation, shooting at Tonys leg so he had to move to the side to dodge, eyes looking forward and finding your figure vanished,

“Y/N?” Tony moves forward, eyes looking down at the cliff below, “Y/N!”

Stone glowing brightly in one hand, Tony forces his suit to fly downwards, stumbling on his feet and landing next to you, lifting your fragile body with trembling arms,

“Y/N, no,” Tony draws a hand over your cheek, choking on a rough sob that broke through his chest. Tony looks down, cursing at the timer on his watch and forcing himself away from you, disappearing into dust and leaving you in your own blood,

Present Time. Thanos has been defeated and the Avengers gather at the Stark home for the readers funeral

“Is it on?”

Carol thought she’d never see you again. But just after your funeral, Tony had asked for everyone to group into the living room of his home, announcing he had something from you,

Your blue hologram stood on the carpet, eyes looking off to the distant to your father off camera,

“Yeah, go ahead,”

Your eyes look forward, landing on Pepper and Morgan on the couch next to Tony and Peter,

“This is recorded the day before we go back in time,” You start, shifting in your spot and clearing your throat, “Um, I wanted to record this in case, I don’t know, anything happened,”

Carol tightens her crossed arms, eyes leaving your hologram to shut and blink away tears,

“First thing I wanted to say is for Carol,” The blonde opens her eyes at her name, glancing to your hologram as you shove your hands into your hoodies pockets, “I know we won’t be able to see each other for a while. You’re out doing God knows what to save other planets. I respect that. I just want you home so I know you’re safe,”

You tap your socked foot, rolling your shoulders, “This is harder than I thought,” You sigh, and glance over when Tony’s past self speaks up again,

“Want to try again later?”

You shake your head, looking back at the camera in front of you, “No. Carol, I don’t know what’s going to happen. It could be good, we’ll defeat Thanos and get that apartment we wanted, or something bad could happen,”

“But if something does, I want Dad to show this to you, hence the reason we’re recording this in the first place,”

“Ah,” You stop to cough, “I love you Carol. I hope you come home soon,” You shift again, then sink down into the chair behind you, “Pepper, Morgan...”

Tony stands up from his spot at the couch, blinking away his thoughts when he walks up to Stephen, who kept against the wall of living room,

“Can I talk to you?” Tony asks quietly, Stephen nodding shortly and moving around Bruce, following Tony onto the porch of his home,

“How else could this have all ended?” Tony asks blunty, Stephen looking out to the lake in the yard, your holograms voice heard inside,

“Bad or good?” Stephen looks at Tony, watching the mans face conjure with realization,

“What do you mean by good?” Tony snarls, eyes searching the wizards, “What other ways could we have won?”

“It happens almost the exact same way,” Stephen starts, voice calm, “Danvers gets the stones and snaps, everyone’s brought back,”

“Then what changed?” Tony’s hand grips at the porch railing, chest tightening, “Did my daughter survive?”

“Yes,” Stephen swallows, thickly, “Somehow she was able to get the stone with both of you remaining alive,”

“Why the hell didn’t you tell me?!” Tony’s booming voice has Carol glancing over, staring at the two men just outside the door,

“I was dust!” Stephen exclaims, “Y/N just didn’t think of it and took her own path,”

“So it’s her fault?” Tony scoffs, “Without her dying you wouldn’t be standing here,”

“I know that,” Stephen sighs, eyes shutting,

“Then act grateful for it,” Tony pushes away from the rail, “Because my daughter is dead. And frantically, I would send you back for her,”

Stephen silently watches Tony enter the house again. He understood Tony’s anger- a father losing his child is a nightmare for every father.

“Tony? What happened?” Pepper stands up, the group around watching Tony brush her hand off his shoulder, disappearing up the stairs,

Their eyes move to Stephen, his eyes closing again as he leans into the rails, heaving a sigh,

Pepper moves her gaze to the wizard, eyes glossing over before following her husband with quick steps,

“Tony,” Pepper calls shortly, catching the door Tony attempted to close and moving into their shared bedroom, “Tony, what did Stephen tell you?”

“There was another way,” Tony gasps, eyes blurring over so his wives form was a blob of color, “Y/N lived. But we didn’t go that way,”

“Tony,” Pepper murmurs, hands sliding to his face and moving his gaze down to her, “I know you’re upset, and you have every right to be. But Y/N’s gone, she wouldn’t want you so upset,”

“She’s gone,” Tony repeats, body breaking down into Pepper so her arms would wrap around his shoulders. A loud sob escapes Tony’s lips, hands clutching at Peppers black dress in hopes to ease the pain in his chest,

Your laugh brings Tony to open his eyes, the voice of your hologram easing the tension in his shoulders, “Morgan, make sure you keep dad safe for me Okay?”

“I don’t need to be protected,” Tony’s hologram snorts, Pepper subconsciously smiling and leaning back to look at Tony,

“Yes you do,” She whispers softly, “You need to be protected from this hurt. She wouldn’t want you hurting Tony,”

“I know,” Tony croaks out, eyes shutting tiredly, “But she’s my baby, Pep. Imagine losing Morgan,”

“But we didn’t,” Pepper smiles, “And I’m nearly a hundred percent sure Y/N’s happy that Morgan still has her dad even though she couldn’t,”

Tony nods, sliding away from Pepper to run a hand down his face and inhale,

“Do you want to go finish watching the video?”

Pepper smiles, taking Tony’s hand and following him downstairs to watch your hologram coincidentally meet Tony’s gaze, waving to him with a bright smile,

“I love you 3000 Dad. I mean it,”

A/N: EW that ended so baddd But PLEASE SEND ME CAROL REQUESTSSS