#(...ok now i'm just poking the bear i'm gonna stop now it's time for bed XD)

[gwydionae]

Top 5 anime!

(oh crap haven't thought about this in a while and it's probably changed uuuuuuuuuuuuh)

1.) Tsuritama 2.) Digimon Adventure 3.) Haikyuu!! 4.) Noragami 5.) Fullmetal Alchemist (03, not Brotherhood - no that is not a typo do not @ me unless you want a really long rant I am too old to put up with the 03 slander LOL)

(considering how often i return to the original naruto anime it should probably be here but shhhhhhhhhhhh)

[wannaeatramyeon]

taehoon first kiss hc pls

Oh you thought you were gonna get something fun huh? Something a bit lighthearted and fluffy? Surprise! Take some comfort with a little bit of hurt.

Seong Taehoon x Reader: Hospital Kisses

Accompanying ch103 - post Baek Seongjun fight. You visit Taehoon in the hospital

Taehoon isn't sure he could bear the look on your face.

"I'm ok. I'll be discharged soon."

He really was not ok. Seongjun had done a number.

But even in his current state, Taehoon couldn't miss the way your lip trembled when you walked in, the way your eyes turned misty as you looked over him and saw the bruises and the injuries.

You flicker a watery smile his way, trying your hardest to look unconcerned at the fact your boyfriend is sitting in a hospital bed. Like this is an everyday occurence. It's normal, it's fine.

Occupying the seat next to the bed, you avoid Taehoon's eyes. If you looked at him any longer, you were sure the tears would come thick and fast, with no end in sight.

Instead your eyes rove all over the bed. Taking in the well-worn hospital blanket, the fraying threads, Taehoon's thin hospital clothes poking out between the sheets - leading to bandages, leading to a drip, leading to his bloodied and swollen fists-

You avert your eyes and stare at the ground instead.

"Cmon, you're ruining our first date," Taehoon's voice snaps you out of your unpleasant reverie. You somehow muster up a wry smile.

"I think this is the worst first date ever."

Even now, he manages to sound cocky, "How is it bad when you're with Seong Taehoon?"

"You're such an idiot."

"Don't think I can't hit you in my condition," he threatens without malice. Ah, maybe this isn't the right time, he thinks as any hint of cheer disappears from your eyes.

Taehoon changes tactics.

"Just... come here," Taehoon has never been one to comfort anyone. He prefers tough love, if not just the violent and physical kind where he kicks the shit out of someone. But, he supposes, for you he can try.

He hides any discomfort as he shuffles over, leaving enough room in the bed for you.

"Are you sure?" You hesitate, not wanting to potentially aggravate any injuries.

"Are you being difficult?"

Carefully, you slide yourself in next to him, trying not to disturb anything. You find yourself pressed shoulder to shoulder, hip to hip; the heat of his thigh warming yours.

The results from the fight is much more apparent at this angle. You can see the discolouration and the cuts, the way Taehoon holds himself more delicately.

"Hey, can you stop scanning me. I said I'm fine." Taehoon's frustration creep into his voice. His personality never drifts too far from its prickly and fiery baseline.

"S-sorry..."

Despite his tone, Taehoon isn't annoyed. Not really. He's not sure he could ever truly be annoyed with you.

"Hey," Taehoon says again, much softer. He cups your chin and turns your face towards him. He takes in your wet lashes and the slight quiver to your lips.

"Y/N..." he's always liked the way your name felt on his lips. These days he wonders about the touch of yours on his too.

Taehoon closes the distance and silences your fears with a kiss.

[metalbuckaroo]

🍒Be Good🍒

💋 SUMMARY// At 3am, every Sunday, Bucky locks his bedroom door to watch his favorite camgirl. What's to happen when he finds out he's much closer to her than leaving generous tips on her videos?

🍒 WARNINGS// Smut, cursing, oral (m receiving), bucky being nervous and cocky all at once, a smidgen of subby bucky, big dick bucky, i think that's it.

💋 AU// Roommate!Bucky x Camgirl!Reader

🍒 NOTE// OK, finally it's done 😅

💋Ronly Friends Masterlist💋

🍒Main Masterlist🍒

Moodboard by// @commonintrest

"Why are we here, exactly?" Bucky asked as the two of you walked into the shop that was filled with different sets of lingerie, sex toys and other things meant for sexual pleasure.

"If you're still serious about doing the video, we gotta get stuff to hide who you are." You shrugged, wandering towards a rack that held masks. "Well, I'm not very sure how many people have metal arms. It'll be kinda obvious."

"Nothing a jacket and some gloves won't fix."

You had expected Bucky to change his mind the next day, but so far he hadn't. He wouldn't say it outloud, but the thought excited him.

Even though you had told him there wasn't any actual sex involved, he just thought about the way your lips were going to feel around him and the glossy red lipstick you had worn in the videos would smudge against his skin and off of your lips.

"How about this one?" He pulled his gaze away from your lips to look at the black mask you held in your hand. "Would I be able to breathe in that thing?" He chuckled, taking it from you. "Well, yeah. There's holes."

Bucky lifted the mask to his face, holding it in place as he looked at you. The rubbery plastic covering from his nose down, leaving his denim blues visible.

Your lips curled up in a smile, raising your eyebrows. "You have really beautiful eyes." Bucky laughed lightly at the compliment, tossing the mask into the basket you were holding. "Thanks, cherry."

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Bucky's head was swarming with thoughts as he sat on your bed that had been covered with a large throw blanket, the backdrop blocking the off white color of the walls and your headboard.

You stood in front of him, one of his t-shirts covering the lingerie set you wore as you set up a tripod. "Okay, stand up." You said with a soft smile, clipping the garter belt to the stockings and looking to him.

Dropping to your knees one at a time once he stood, Bucky sucked in a sharp breath when your fingers worked at the button of his jeans. "I thought you said that pictures were first?" He said, exhaling slowly. "They are, but pants aren't required."

He nodded, his cock already stirring in his jeans at the sight of you on your knees in front of him- tugging the tight fabric down his legs so he could kick them off. "Just one last thing-"

Goosebumps raised on his skin when your lips pressed to his hip bone just above the band of his briefs. A bright red lipstick print gracing the skin when you pulled away and stood with a proud smile.

Sitting back down on the bed, Bucky cleared his throat. "Now what?"

Your foot pushed his apart, trying to keep your eyes away from the bulge in his underwear as he leaned back on his forearms. "Just relax." You shrugged, adjusting the leather jacket to show more of his bare stomach and making sure the metal of his left shoulder wasn't visible, before handing him the mask to put on.

He heard a few shutter clicks after you went back behind the camera, watching as you pressed a few buttons then took the few steps back to him.

"Get 'em?" Bucky said, swallowing thickly when you moved to straddle his lap. "Hands here." You moved his gloved hands to hold your backside, his fingers pushing the hem of the shirt up a little. "You sure?"

Bucky hated that he was showing how nervous he was to be in such close quarters, he'd wanted this since the day you moved in.

"Bucky, if you're not sure about doing this we can stop." You said, leaning away a little to look at him. "It's not that-" he shook his head, words slightly muffled by the rubbery plastic covering the lower half of his face. "I wanna do this."

He cleared his throat and gathered all of the confidence he had as he shifted under you slightly. Your hands resting on his shoulders as his gave a soft squeeze to the supple flesh of your ass, biting back a groan when you brushed the erection straining against his briefs.

A few more shutter clicks and you stood, Bucky finally taking a deep breath to calm the pounding in his chest.

"This seems a little unfair." He said, watching you lean to get your mask from the dresser. "How's that?" You mused, cocking an eyebrow at him

Bucky leaned forward to toy with the hem of the shirt you were wearing. "Take it off." His husky tone sent a shiver down your spine. Thought you tried to hide it by gripping the bottom of the shirt, lifting it up and over your head before dropping it to the floor.

You could feel his slate blue eyes piercing through you, his breathing uneven as his gaze raked over the way the two piece, lacy and white lingerie fit your body as you stood behind the camera again.

"Ready?" Bucky swallowed thickly and nodded, not looking from you as you sunk down to your knees again. Reciting the rules you told him yesterday in his head.

'No kissing, it's too intimate, and be good.'

He lifted his hips enough for you to pull his briefs down his thighs, your breath catching in your throat when his erection sprung out. Long and thick, the tip red and swollen, like it was aching to be touched.

More confidence washed through Bucky at your expression, lips parted as you pumped your hand along his shaft a few times. Eyes flicking up to meet his as your tongue poked out to catch a bead of precum leaking down from the slit, eliciting a low groan from him.

Moaning softly at the salty taste tainting your tastebuds, your lips wrapped around the bulbous head. Glossy red lipstick smudging to the skin just like Bucky had pictured it would.

It didn't take much for Bucky to fall into the rhythm and completely forget about the camera pointed at the two of you. Wanton moans and pants leaving his lips, muffled by the mask but still very audible.

His hand holding the back of your head as you swallowed him down to his base, drool leaking around your lips and down your chin as you squeezed the thick muscles on his thigh- moaning around him

Bucky was already so close from the feeling of your throat constricting around him, he wasn't sure how he fit but he didn't care, it felt amazing.

His body relaxed when you pulled away to take a few gasps of air as you fisted over him. "C'mon, cherry..." he panted, stroking the back of your head, knowing he couldn't tug the hair due to it being a wig.

He was trying to listen to your rule about being good, resisting the urge to fuck up into the warmth of your mouth or rut his hips onto your hand.

But, the manicured hand he had thought so much about was finally wrapped around his cock and he didn't know how much control he had left.

"Remember, you gotta be a good boy." You teased when you leaned up to talk in his ear, smirking when his cock twitched in your hand.

"Fuck-" Bucky said in a low, drawn out moan when you took him in your mouth again, moving your hand to gently roll his balls in your palm as you looked up at him through your eyelashes.

His eyebrows knitted together, hair fallen forward and partially shielded his face as his hooded eyes watched your every move.

You felt his balls and muscles in his thigh start to tight in your hands, his hand slipping down to hold the back of your neck when your cheeks hollowed to take more of him.

"Oh- fucking shit-" he hissed before a string of Russian curses poured out of his mouth, his release shooting down your throat.

The wicked smirk that plastered across your face when you pulled off of him made Bucky shudder, the grip on the back of your neck loosening. Watching you with a dazed look as you stood.

Bucky stood from the bed once he got his bearings again, pulling the mask off and cupping over himself as if you hadn't just swallowed his spend. "What about you?"

Lifting your head to look at him as you started to put the stuff away, you shrugged. "That wasn't part of the agreement."

He felt bad that he wasn't going to return the favor, noticing how your slick had soaked through the fabric of your lingerie. "But, you-"

You pecked a kiss to his cheek and patted his red tinted chest. "Just take the win, Buck."

As much as you wanted to, you were ready to cross that line yet. Maybe another day, but for now- the sated look on Bucky's face was enough for you.

Bucky cleared his throat and nodded, leaving your room and making his way to the bathroom for a shower.

He glanced down at the red lipstick smears when he shut the bathroom door, letting out a heavy sigh as he pulled the velcro straps of the leather gloves and tugged them off.

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After both of you had showers and changed, Bucky stood in the kitchen with you as you cooked dinner. Trying not to think too hard about what happened less than an hour ago.

"Y'know, I didn't know you can speak Russian." You grinned, leaning back against the counter across from him. "Now you do." He said, lifting the beer bottle to his lips.

He knew what you were about to say from the teasing smirk that tugged you lips. "You liked being called a good boy, didn't you, James?" You cooed, stepping closer. "Shut the hell up." He muttered, looking to the floor.

Your arms went around his neck loosely, smiling up at him as your fingers messed with some of his long hair. "Awe, you did." You giggled, Bucky rolling his eyes at you. "You're gonna burn the food."

Bucky looked over his shoulder when the front door opened, Sam walking in. "Oh, fuck me." He groaned, turning so Sam couldn't see the strain in his briefs you caused from such a small amount of touch. "What are you two up to?"

"Dinner- stop barging in." Bucky snapped, eyes following his friend as he walked towards the fridge. "Yeah, not gonna happen. Steve is still whining about Peggy." Sam said the name in a mocking tone, holding a beer out towards Bucky. "I'm in my underwear and I'm not your personal bottle opener."

Raising his eyebrows, Sam nodded his head towards the bottle in his hand. Bucky taking it to pop the lid off with his silvery hand.

"Didn't they end it like- a month ago?" You asked, not looking from the pan on the stove. "Mhm, I don't think it will ever stop."

"Give him time, heartbreak isn't easy." You shrugged, a chuckle coming from both Sam and Bucky. "Someone break your heart? Please, cherry, they'd be stupid." Bucky mused, making your heart flutter in your chest.

"That's sweet, but everyone gets their heartbroken at some point." You pointed the spatula at him and he out his hands up in defense. "Ok, ok. Don't spank me." He laughed, the playful look in his eyes making you smile.

"Don't tempt me, I will."

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[tinyboxxtink]

"Clueless" *Part 13*

Okay so this is 10 pages in my google doc right, and I swear I don't-- I don't know if I have more than one more chapter left in me from here guys! I might divide this one--- Okay. Here's what we're gonna do. This is gonna be slightly short, but then I'm IMMEDIATELY putting up another chapter, also slightly short. But it all leads to the finale, that will have to go up tomorrow. Cool? Cool.

Also- Warning SOME smutty smut? Awkward smut. LuLz.

(let's pretend/assume the girl in the gif is the reader yeah?)

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Part 12

Part 14

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You both quickly undressed each other, kissing each other all over one another’s bodies. You hadn’t had a lot of sex, and you were guessing Josh hadn’t either guessing on his response to your question about this. But you suppose you were both going to do your best.

“I um, am I hurting you?” Josh asked while he nibbled down the sides of your neck.

“What? No I’m fine babe, keep going,” You muttered, trying to stay in it.

“Look at this sloppy cabron,” You saw an image of Rafael standing in the middle of your bedroom. “He has no clue what he’s doing. You know you’d much rather have me nibbling on you, carino,”

“Shut up,” you growled.

“What?” Josh looked at you confused.

“What? Nothing baby, I’m sorry,”

Josh shrugged and continued, taking one finger and jamming it in your opening.

“Ow!!!” You screamed. It was so jarring and clinical, like a tampon being shoved up there too fast.

“Oh my god I’m so sorry babe, I thought-- I thought girls liked that,” It was dark but you could hear the blush in his voice.

“Baby you…” You half smiled, taking his hand and guiding it slowly around your opening. “You have to go slow, soft,”

“Oh. Right, yeah no of course,” He nervously chuckled, mimicking your movements. He continued to slowly circle your opening, slowly inching inside you. You closed your eyes and moaned softly, enjoying the sensation.

“Look at those stubs,” You heard Rafael’s voice again. “My long loving fingers wouldn’t be so rough with you,”

“Go away,” You muttered, trying to focus on Josh’s fingers inside you.

“What?” Josh stopped mid-circle inside you.

“I-I said, Go...faster,” You lied.

“Oh, Ok….can I, can I go inside you?” Josh asked softly.

“Yes, baby you don’t have to ask,” You were sort of getting annoyed now; You hadn’t had sex with tons of people, but you knew how to be sexier than this.

“See he’s a child! Asking, pleading, fumbling in the dark. You need a man who knows how to take care of you, amante,” Rafael’s voice sounded like it was right in your ear.

“Josh, let’s just agree right now to everything. Anything you wanna do to me, do it. If I don’t like it, trust me I’ll let you know, okay?”

“Okay!” He seemed more excited, now plunging into you deeply and pumping fast. Now this was more like it.

“Oh yes, yes right there…” You moaned, which encouraged him more.

“Yeah baby, you like that?” Josh asked in a sultry voice.

“Mmmm yes,” You moaned, glancing at the foot of your bed. Rafael’s image was standing there, smirking. You couldn’t help it, you tried to fight it. You shut your eyes tight and focused on the pleasure. It was getting more and more intense.

“Yes, oh baby deeper,” You moaned. Josh obliged, plunging harder and faster inside you.

“Yes….oh god Rafa right there….”

Your eyes shot open, a hand went over your mouth. Luckily, Josh was so into his own pleasure and you had whispered low enough that he had no idea what had just happened. But you did. You laid there, knowing full well now that you wished this was Rafael. You shut your eyes and just let yourself imagine it was him, you couldn’t fight it anymore.

Soon you were moaning and screaming, mentally concentrating on not saying ANY words, just moans trying to convince Josh you were enjoying him inside you. You were still getting there when you felt Josh’s legs vibrating.

“Baby…” He moaned. “I’m gonna… should I…?”

“Yes please don’t get me pregnant,” You said, more rude than you intended. He was so lost in his orgasm he didn’t notice, but immediately pulled out and ejaculated all over your sheets.

“Wow, that was amazing…” He fell back against you, sighing in relief. You however, were still waiting on your own orgasm.

“I um, I have to-- wash off,” You lied, climbing out of the bed. He nodded, still out of breath. You went inside the bathroom and locked the door. You sat against the door and spread your legs, inserting your own fingers and pumping them in and out of you.

“Yes, baby. That’s it…” Now you heard Rafael’s voice again. “I’m right here, I’m inside you…”

You moved your fingers faster, imaging Rafael’s lips all over you. “You smell so good carino, god I love it when you’re wet for me,” You bit your lip in pleasure, now bucking against your own fingers. “I love you so much, Y/N,” You could hear him purr. “Now, go for me…”

You felt the waves of an orgasm crash against you, your fingers now slowing their pace, you slumped against the door in relief. The pleasure was immense from just imagining Rafael being there, you couldn’t imagine what it would be like to actually have him. But.. you would never know.

The pleasure from your “session” was suddenly overridden by a surge of grief. Grief of what had just transpired not even an hour ago. You finally had him, you had him in your mouth. His hands all over you, it was like you could still feel them. That’s why it was so easy to replicate the feeling while pleasuring yourself. You knew what they felt like now. But...that’s all it was. You knew that was the most you’d ever get from him, a kiss goodbye. You were not about to just forget your principles and your feelings about being hidden away like a dirty secret. No matter how pleasurable his lips were.

Why couldn’t he just... man up? Why was he so afraid? Were you that awful? Was he that ashamed of you? Why didn’t he love you enough?

He had said the words, he said them out loud! You repeated them over and over, but the more you did the more you remembered the tone. As if he was saying:

“You’re lucky I’m saying this at all, how can you be walking away from ME? The great Rafael Barba.”

Josh would never talk to you like that, he was so soft and so kind. So wonderful. Why couldn’t...Why couldn’t Rafael be that…?

All of a sudden, you realized you were crying. You were crying softly, but quickly grew louder the more you thought about Rafael. He would be so smug if he knew that he got in your head, just like he said he had. He would be giddy with victory knowing that he was on your mind the entire time. You grabbed a towel off your towel rack and sobbed into it, trying to tell yourself to calm down. Trying to remind yourself that there was a beautiful, amazing man right in the next room. Not a snarky asshole. Josh made you feel safe and loved, not like some dark curse. You composed yourself and went back into the room, where unfortunately for you Josh had turned on the lights.

“Oh my god...baby are you okay?” He jumped out of the bed and ran over to you, immediately taking you in his arms and cuddling you. See, how could you want Rafael over this?

“Yeah, I’m just-- I’m tired,” You lied, nodding your head. “Can we just...take a nap?”

“Of course, whatever you want,” He took you back to bed and spooned you, stroking your hair.

“You were wonderful, Y/N. I’ve never had it so good,” He whispered. You felt half confused, half guilty. You hadn’t really done anything, except imagine another guy.

….I’m glad, Josh,” You smiled, snuggling into him, hoping he would just fall asleep and not push it any further. He did.

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Later, you and Josh walked into the living room to get something to eat. You were greeted with Ariel sitting on the couch flipping through channels.

“OOOOOOoooohhh!!!!” She teased. “And what were YOU two doing?”

“....Studying,” Josh smirked.

“Uh huh, studying each other’s bodies,” Ariel smirked back.

“Ariel!” You walked over and smacked her playfully.

“Y/N we’re all adults here, if you can’t discuss sex freely you’re going to have a very hard time in adulthood,”

“Hey Ariel, give her a break,” Josh came up behind you and kissed your head. “I totally get it,”

“Awww, it’s like watching two care bears copulate,” Ariel said mockingly.

“Ha Ha,” You rolled your eyes as you walked to the kitchen.

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--Meanwhile in the living room---

“So you two had fun?” Ariel wiggled her eyebrows.

“...Yeah,” Josh nodded slightly.

“What’s that look?”

“I don’t know, she said some weird stuff,” He shrugged.

“Like what?” She asked quizzically.

“I...I don’t know, lots of mumbles,”

“Maybe you were so good she started talking in tongues,” She laughed.

“Oh yeah, totally that’s it,”

“Hey do you wanna continue our conversation tomorrow? I really want to try this bistro that Y/N won’t go with me to,” Ariel asked, glancing at the kitchen where you were.

“Why?”

“I don’t know, something about how they cook their food. Animal cruelty, or MSG or some crap like that, I tune out when she rambles,” She rolled her eyes.

“You’re so mean!” He lightly poked her. “Yeah, sounds good,” He paused, looking in the kitchen. “....Do you think it’s weird, us hanging out without her?”

“What? No, it’s totally innocent,” She waved her hands dismissively.

“....Then why haven't we told her?” Josh asked her seriously. They both looked at each other for a long moment.

“Hey Ariel what happened to the pizza that was in here?” You suddenly came walking into the living room, interrupting their conversation.

“Oh I...I think I ate it while I was high the other day,” She blushed.

“ARIEL,” You looked at her horrified. “You can’t smoke weed in your mom’s house!!”

“Relax, Debbie Do Good, I smoke on the deck,” She rolled her eyes.

“Oh good so the neighbor’s can call the cops,” You crossed your arms.

“Josh maybe you should take her back in there and ‘chill her out’ some more,” She made crude actions with her hands.

“Actually I should be getting back, you know to ACTUALLY study,” He started to get up and walk out. “Although I don’t know how much it will help, not like Barba is ever going to give me that internship,”

“Do you want me to go rough him up for you Joshie?” Ariel laughed in a patronizing tone.

“No, thank you Ari,” He teased back. “I’ll call you later baby,” He kissed your cheek and walked out the door.

[lahelable]

Tunnel of Love

Inspiration: Open Heart

Pairing: Bryce x MC

Summary: Fluff. Bryce and MC go to a fun fair. Expect candy floss and hot dogs. Shit gets cute.

Author notes: After the angst (and somewhat absence of Bryce) of Chapter 12, let's have some cute fun with our favourite surgeon at the fair! My first completely fluffy fic: be kind. PG but some suggestive comments and innuendo. Because I just can't help it.

Tunnel of Love

Lottie felt a pair of strong hands grab her hips as she leaned over the counter at the nurses' station. Bryce's floppy hair tickled her cheek as he nuzzled in to kiss her.

"Hey," he breathed against her neck, making her gasp.

"Hey, yourself," the diagnostics doctor smiled, turning around to face him. She marvelled at how her day was always brightened up when she saw the surgeon.

"God damn, we both look hot in these scrubs," he winked as he looked his girlfriend up and down appreciatively.

"You're just meant to compliment me, you know. Then I compliment you back."

He stepped back and shrugged at her.

"Youre busy, you might forget. I pull off this particular shade of green quite well, I think."

Lottie yanked him back towards her by his waistband and gave him a peck on the lips.

"I might just pull it off for you, if you know what I mean..."

"Oh," he pressed his hips against hers, hard, "I know what you mean, Dr Bedford."

Abruptly, they pulled apart as they heard a cough to get their attention.

"Dr Bedford, you've patients that need updating if Dr Lahela can put you down for a moment," said Dr Ramsey as he narrowed his eyes at the couple. "After all, you are at work, are you not?"

Without waiting for any reply, he briskly walked off down the corridor. Bryce pulled a face at Lottie.

"I guess I can book him in," he mused.

"Book him in for what?"

"To have that stick surgically removed from his ass, and a heart put in his chest" he winked and she swatted his arm.

"I have to get going."

"No, wait," he grabbed her wrist and pulled her close to him, "I wanted to see if you'd go to the fair with me tomorrow? No roommates, no surgical interns, just you and me."

Lottie loved it when she and Bryce had a day off together. He always had something fun planned, or at least vaguely planned. Whatever they did always led to an adventure, something she'd never have done without him leading the way. Last week they'd gone to a jelly festival of all things. A festival of jellies. The afternoon had ended with Bryce forcing a handful of jelly down Lottie's top and her squishing some blancmange in his face.

His wide smile was infectious and she grinned back.

"Hot dogs, cotton candy and the ferris wheel? How could I say no!"

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They arrived at the fair late afternoon, having spent a delicious morning in bed. Following the cramped subway and two buses, they were both ready to stretch their legs and walk around the fairground underneath the warm sun. Lottie shrugged off her denim jacket and tied it around her waist.

Jaunty music bounced across the fairground and the smell of food wafted towards them. Lottie's stomach growled.

"That's because of all the energy you burned off earlier," Bryce laughed, making her blush at the memory of how they worked up a sweat a few hours ago. "Hey, look, let's grab one of those fully loaded dogs!"

She followed his gaze and spotted the hot dog stand. Clumsily, she stumbled as Bryce pulled her by the hand over the uneven grassy ground.

"Whoa, I thought it was me who was starving!"

They weaved through the crowd and smiled and said excuse me at happy and laughing people. Couples with their arms around each other, girlfriends holding teddy bears proudly, and parents with children who were clearly high on sugar and excitement.

"I'll have a Monster Dog," yelled Bryce to the vendor, pointing to the picture of the hot dog piled high with onions, bacon and cheese, and dripping with hot sauce. You could almost see the saliva pooling at the corners of his mouth.

"How come you never look at me like that?" His girlfriend teased, poking him in the bicep.

"Babe," he said solemnly, "this is a Monster Dog, stuff of legend. What are you having?"

"I'll have the same, I guess."

"Yes! That's my girl!" He bumped her small fist with his large one. Bryce handed over the money and they grabbed their food.

As the loud noises of the fair tumbled over them, they slowly walked past the rides and stalls, hungrily shoving their food into their faces. It tasted heavenly, thought Lottie as she chewed: the boy made a good choice. It quietened her belly, anyway. They walked in a comfortable silence, occasionally bumping shoulders.

"You've got a..." Bryce pointed at her face.

"Uh.. sauce? Where?"

Bryce ran a finger up to her mouth from her chin and then licked the sauce off.

"That's so gross!"

He shrugged.

"Can't let hot sauce go to waste."

With their mouths full of the last bites, Bryce nudged Lottie's shoulder and pointed at a stall. Unable to talk, she raised her eyebrows. Unable to talk, he jerked his chin towards it as if to say, come on.

Hesitantly, she approached the gun range with the eager surgeon. A line of 2D plastic ducks moved from left to right and then right to left at the back of the hut.

"Two, please," said Bryce, picking up a rifle.

"Ah," Lottie nervously touched the gun, "what if I shoot someone?"

"They're not real, just watch."

He held the rifle up to his face and took a few seconds to aim. Then BLAM BLAM BLAM he shot three little duckies in a row, setting off three spinners underneath which blurred as they span.

Smugly, he raised his hands in the air.

"Top surgeon, top lover, now top shooter!"

"Well done," said the stallholder, rolling his eyes. "Is the lady gonna shoot?"

Lottie aimed the gun cautiously. Bryce held her elbow up slightly and his other hand steadied her hip.

She shot. And missed.

"Try again, like this." He stood behind her, pressing his hips against her ass, and moved the gun so it was pointing up a little more. "Go."

She shot. She missed. His body pressed against hers was distracting.

"That was closer, though," Bryce smiled, encouragingly.

Lottie aimed one last time and hit the blue duck, sending him backwards.

"Bad luck, miss. It's 2 out of three for a win. But you," he gestured to Bryce, "you've won a prize." He pointed his thumb behind him to the teddies and plastic pieces of rubbish. Bryce looked at his beautiful girlfriend.

"You can choose..." he said, almost shyly.

She raked her eyes over the bears and saw the perfect one. She pointed it out and took it from the man, giving it a big squeeze.

"Why that one?" Bryce asked.

She grinned.

"Your stand in when you're not around. It's just like you, dont you think?"

Lottie held out the plush Tigger and Bryce nodded, thoughtfully.

"I guess so, full of energy, confident, doesn't give a crap what anyone thinks.. yeh that's me alright."

"Aw, I was thinking more that he's annoying as hell and talks too much, but ok," she conceded as he grabbed her by the waist and tickled her, "ok fine, I'm kidding!"

He pulled her closer and kissed her, her eyes sparkling.

"And you just know that with all that energy, Tigger's gonna be good at..." he wiggled his eyebrows and glanced downwards.

"Oh, well he's definitely you, then," she blushed, her mind going back to this morning and just how energetic Bryce could be. All three times.

"Yeh?" He grinned. Grabbing her hand, he span her out and back in, making her skater dress flare up. She span into his arms and he sprinkled kisses all over her nose and cheeks.

They walked hand in hand through the happy crowds, past the twinkling fairy lights looped up over the stalls, stopping now and then to play a game of hoopla or darts. Lottie won a pair of comedy glasses for Bryce and he won her a pair of bunny ears. They bought a stick of candy floss to share and walked side by side, pulling off pink clouds of sugar and feeding each other, laughing at how sticky their lips had become, and licking each others fingers.

"Let's go on the ferris wheel," said Bryce, his eyes lighting up at the sheer height of the thing.

They paid for their ticket and clambered aboard one of the swinging cars, yanking the safety rail down against their thighs.

With a groan, the wheel slowly moved upwards and Lottie leaned back against Bryce's side, wriggling until she was comfy. He wrapped his strong arms around her and kissed the top of her head. His fingers stroked her forearms and Lottie felt a shiver of excitement at being here with the man she felt that she was beginning to love. She'd never had these feelings for anyone before but she was sure that this was it, the real thing. She knew it when she looked into his face; hell she even knew it just glancing down at his forearms. She loved his forearms, tanned and strong and veiny. And his beautiful hands, with his long fingers, bony knuckles and short, uneven nails. She loved them.

The young doctor placed her hands lovingly over his, stroking and caressing along each vein and circling each knuckle in turn, letting him know in her own way that she cared. She felt a warmth of comfort being with him: he felt so safe, despite the fact that they were 100ft in the air on a rickety wheel.

"Thanks for coming tonight," he breathed against her ear, causing her to smile and close her eyes.

"Thank you for asking me. And for being you." She heard him chuckle and felt his cheeks go up in a smile, pressed against the side of her face.

The pair of doctors stayed like that as the wheel continued to rise. His arms gripped her tighter as they watched the sun start to go down over the roofs and trees, and twilight began to descend over the town, creating a swarm of shadows and making streetlights blink into life. The bright lights and music from the fair seemed to fade as all Lottie could think about was Bryce, warm against her back, protecting her and keeping her safe with his strong arms around her. He felt like home to Lottie who was still adjusting to a new place, a new job and a new life, even after six months. As they reached the very top, Bryce pulled Lottie's chin up and kissed her gently, chastely on the lips. She turned to face him a little more and their foreheads pressed together.

"I love spending time with you, Lottie. Everyday is an adventure."

She pulled on his collar so his lips were brushing against hers. Her thumbs brushed along his collarbone and then she slid her hands down over his chest.

"I love... spending time with you, too."

She kissed him deeply, with passion but not desperation: a slow kiss, content to take her time. He was hers. There was no rush. His hands flattened themselves out against her back as he pulled her as closely as possible, their tongues tasting each others mouths like the first time.

They pulled apart, unwillingly, as they realised the car was almost at the bottom of the wheel. He ran his thumb over her swollen lips. They locked eyes for a long moment, before the gruff voice called, "come on then, out!"

Grinning, Bryce hopped out and held out his hand for his partner in crime. Lottie grabbed it and scrambled out of the car quickly, stumbling into his arms.

"I've got you," he murmured. "Hey, look, over there."

Pulling her gaze from the handsome man in front of her, she saw that he was pointing at the Tunnel of Love.

"The Tunnel of Love?" She laughed. She'd never been in one. Never had anyone she really wanted to go on one with. Until now.

She giggled with excitement as Bryce pushed her by the hips towards the ride.

"Two, please!"

Eagerly, they clambered on board, Lottie gripping her boyfriend's arms for balance, and the boat swayed from side to side. She clung on to the edges, while storing Tigger safely at her feet.

"I really dont want to fall in that water," she cringed, peering over the edge into what looked like black, bottomless water, as they slowly drifted along.

She suddenly cried out as the boat began to rock violently. Bryce laughed as he swung himself wildly from side to side.

She shoved him in the chest.

"Idiot! Stop!"

"Ah," he said, grabbing her wrists, "but I'm your idiot."

Frowning, she shook her head.

"You wont be my anything if you do that again."

He held his hands up in surrender.

"Ok, I'll stop. I mean, I never want to not be your anything..." he scooted over closer to the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen. "I really would prefer to be your everything..."

He nuzzled into her neck, gently nipping at the skin, his hand sliding gently along her thigh.

She leaned into him, enjoying the relaxing sensations of the boat swaying and the sensation of Bryce's fingertips making lazy patterns across the bare skin of her legs.

The pink, intimate lighting bathed the tunnel in a romantic glow, while soft music played.

"This is a little cheesy," she said, glancing at the LED swans which moved their necks gently back and forth, "but I love it!"

Bryce coughed. She turned to face him.

"Um... Lottie," he said, and she sensed a little nervous energy coming off of him. Bryce suddenly talked quicker than she'd ever heard him before. "I love spending time with you, I love seeing you, I love talking to you and when I bump into you at work, I feel so happy, like my heart is gonna burst. I feel so proud to be the one you want to be with. And anyway, well I..." he paused, taking a breath and looking down at his hands. She'd never seen him like like this before. As much as she loved Lahela's confidence, this new shy Bryce was quite cute.

Reassuringly, she cupped his face with her hands and looked into his eyes.

"I really love being with you, too." She said, "My heart skips a beat when I see you at work. You make me so happy!"

"Really?" He smiled, his eyes sparkling under the pink glow. "Because, Lottie, I've fallen in love with you. I love you..."

His eyes widened as he watched for her reaction. Her mouth opened but she didn't speak.

Bryce swallowed, hard. His brow furrowed.

"I mean, you dont have to say it back, you dont have to feel the same way back... yet. But," his grin returned, "you will."

"No," she began. She had been taken by surprise. She knew how she felt about him, but hearing the same thing from his mouth had taken her breath away. "I do, I love you already!" Her smile mirrored his as they both grinned widely, relief washing over his features. "Sorry, I was just... taking in the moment. This was perfect, Bryce."

"You love me, too?" His eager eyes searched her face and she nodded. "I knew it," he grinned.

He moved so his face was close to hers, and Lottie bit her bottom lip. Gently, he pulled it free with his thumb and kissed her, pulling her lip down to open her mouth so he could move his tongue against hers, exploring his lover's mouth with a deep longing. Her fingers threaded through his hair and his hands gripped her waist.

"I love you, Charlotte Bedford," he murmured pulling away.

"I love you, Bryce Lahela," she smiled, "forever."

"Of course forever," he said breathlessly against her lips, "you belong to me forever."

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[so-not-starks-kid-37]

What have we done?

Pain. Thats all that Peter Parker felt when the arow in his hip exploded along with the traitors only escape out of the airport. He let out a loud scream as the AI in his new suit starts to show alarms at where he was hurt.

"KID!!"

Peter pulled up his mask and coughed up blood as he heard the heavy and light foot steps growing near. "You shouldn't have been in this fight you stupid spider!" He heard Clint yell as Natasha suddenly appeared in his line of vision.

Looking around he sees Mr. Starks tear stained face, Captain Americas shocked look, Buckys fear filled one, Wandas scared, sick face and then he saw Clint. The man went pale when he saw who Spider-Man was. "P-Pete...?" He whispers.

War Machine, Vision and T'Challa rush over to the scene. Vision immediately removes his cape and presses down on the wound to try and stop the bleeding. The scream that was ripped from the boy finally made Clint react.

The man ran over with tears in his eyes, pulling something out of his quiver but Tony knocked him back with a single punch. Landing backwards his hand flys out of his quiver and a white teddy bear with patch work on it suddenly flys out of his hand and lands near T'Challas foot.

The king carefully picked it up as Natasha begged the dying boy to stay awake. Getting onto his knees he gently holds the silently crying boys hand in his own. Putting the bear next to his head he saw how the boys frightened face became soft and fearless as if the plush toy took it all away.

"No, no, no, Peter! Peter stay with us baby. Please, please, please, please. I'm so sorry. Oh god this is all my fault. Please, please stay with me." Natasha begged him. "I-I'll get whatever you want, just please don't die."

Peters eyes looked towards Natasha as Tony sat behind him and put his head on his legs. "Petey....petey look at me kiddo..."

Peter looked up at Stark with dull eyes. "I'm so sorry. I promise I'll take care of May. I promise." He whispers as tears rolled down his cheeks. With shaky hands he gently rubs some blood off of the boys chin. "Even if it was only a short time...you were one of the best Avengers I have ever known. Now....get some rest. It's gonna be a long trip home."

"Th-Thank you...T-Tony...tell...May...love..d..he r..." The boys soft, blood gurgled voice whispers before his eyes slid shut and his chest stopped moving.

Peters head fell limp as Natasha screamed in agony at the sight. Sobbing she buries her face in Peters chest, praying to hear a heart beat but....there was nothing.

The sky turned gray as the group of Avengers begun to sob and cry for the young teen. Rhodey saluted him as Tonys suit came off and he used his suits coat to cover his face with. At least he can have a little respect for the dead.

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Natasha stares at her Widow Bite as the last three hours played in her head. She just tried to hit somebody above Peter...maybe it was Wanda...? She couldn't remember at the moment but she remember that it had hit Peter as soon as the arrow did.

She knew Clint had put a controlled explosion on the arrows so it should have just been like getting hit by those little popper firecrackers but due to the electricity from the bite it must've messed with the internals and caused it to explode like a grenade.

She grit her teeth and threw the weapon away from her with a loud sob. Curling up she grips at a small chain around her neck and pulls it out of her shirt. Staring at the locket she opens it to see a very old picture of a tiny, itty bitty Peter Parker and herself from the day he was born.

Sniffling she buries her face in her knees. "Peter...I'm so sorry..." She sobs out.

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Clint hangs his head as he walks into the medical bay with cuffs on his hands, shackles around his ankles and tears in his eyes. He had killed Peter Parker. He killed his little nephew....

Going up to the lone bed in the center of the room he holds the pale, cold hand before breaking down. Sobbing he falls to his knees. He remembers. He remembers the first day he ever meet Peter...

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Clint held Natashas hand as they listened to the screaming coming from the helicarriers medical bay. He wanted to take out his hearing aids but Natasha firmly stated that if he had to hear it then so did he.

Covering his ears he yelps when Natasha hit his shoulder. A second later a loud, shrill cry broke the air. Both spies were up in an instant as Fury, Hill and Coulson ran over holding some food and blue gift bags.

The doors opened and a tired looking man with brown hair and a lab coat came out with the biggest grin anyone had ever seen. "It's a boy!" He says making the group cheer and pat his shoulder.

Clint peeked into the room to see an exhausted brown haired woman he knew all to well but now she was holding somebody he didn't know that he really, really wanted to meet. "Clint? Do you wanna go in and see Peter?" The man asks with a smile.

"Peter? That's his name? Yeah! Can I?" Clint asks quickly, wanting to just go in.

The man chuckles and moves for Clint to come in. The man instantly flew over and looked at the itty bitty little thing in the womans arms. He hesitantly reached out for the baby, not to take it but to poke it. The woman chuckles softly.

"Clint he's not going to bite you. He has no teeth." The woman says with a soft smile.

"S-Sorry Mary." He spoke in a soft voice as he gently took the baby into his arms. Kissing the top of his head he held him as gently as he could. "He's so tiny. Almost like a kitten."

Mary smiles softly at the sight. "All babies are tiny Clint." She says in a exhausted voice. "Richard? You can let the others in my love."

A moment later the baby was gently taken into Furys arms as Richard took some photos. Clint smiles as he looks at the little baby now in Natashas arms. A gentle hand on his arm made him look at Mary with a soft smile.

"Clint I need you to promise me something. We have a very dangerous job here. If anything were to ever happen to us I want you to promise me that you'll protect, love and care for Peter in our absence. Please.." Mary whispers.

Clint looks at the baby who was now being stolen by Coulson and chuckles. He nods and kisses Marys hand. "I promise you Mary. I will always protect your boy. No matter what."

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Sobbing he looks at the bear on the dead boys chest. He had given that to Peter as a sort of theaphy bear after what had happened with his parents. It's almost been four years since their deaths and Peter had never gotten over it fully. They had died on the helicarrier during Lokis attack but...Peter had also been there. He had seen it all.

Clint didn't know how long he sat there but a hand on his shoulder made him look up to notice that the room was fairly darker meaning it was now night time. Hiccuping he stands and lets the Iron Man suit take him to his cell.

Sitting on his cot he looks up at the poster that Stark had put up on his wall. He didn't know how he did it but he did. The poster was a blown up photo of Peter and Clint soaking wet when the boy was twelve years old and they had his first barbeque. He remembered the water balloons that flew through the air that day.

Tears fell down his cheeks as he looked at the poster of the smiling boy.

"What have I done...?" Clint whispers.

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Tony looked up at the door of the Parker apartment. He wasn't ready for this...but he had to be strong. Rhodey squeezed his shoulder as he knocked on the door.

The lady who answered smiled brightly. "Hey! Have you come to bring my little trouble maker home?" May Parker asks with a smile.

"May....you have to sit down." Tony states firmly.

May instantly frowns and invites them in as she sat down. "Ok...now whats going on? Wheres Peter? Is he ok?" She questions.

Tony takes a torn up Spider-Man suit out of a bag in his hand as Rhodey pulled out a flag with the Avengers symbol on it from his own.

"As stated in the Avengers code...Stark Industries will take care of the funeral, anything they leave behind goes to next of kin and if there is no next of kin then it goes into the museum. Peter Parker aka Spider-Man leaves behind his Spider suits, a stuffed bear, a backpack, pajamas, cellphone, shoes, one belt and a bracelet that was found in his backpack that had been empty except for an inhaler and medication." Tony starts.

May looks up at Tony with tears in her eyes. She shakes her head as her hands flew up to her face. "I will take care of you, any bills you have and as his last wish was...." Tony has to take in a shaky breath before continuing. "His last words were tell Aunt May I love her."

May screamed out in agony as her heart tore into pieces. Sobbing into her hands she hears Tonys breathing become irregular. "I-I'm so sorry May...I'm so sorry." He sobs out. "H-He died from a exploding arrow in his gut that had been activated from a charge from a-a widow bite..."

May sobbed louder and harder as she realised who killed her baby. Curling up she sobs into her knees. Oh god...what am I gonna do...?

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It's a rainy day when Peter Parker is put to rest in between his parents and his uncle. Everybody at the funeral cried and placed white lilies in front of his tombstone. May had tried to attack Natasha and Clint for being near the funeral for the boy they murdered.

But now....now it was just Tony, Vision, May, Logan, Ned, the super (ex) spies, Fury, Hill, Coulson and Charles Xavier. Logan pushed Charles up where the man carefully placed a white rose on the grave stone that was being protected from the rain.

"I wish we could have gotten together for another match of chess my dear boy. But I know you will always be by me through spirit." Charles whispers with tears in his eyes.

Moving the professor, Logan stepped up with a bottle of beer and a single white rose in hand. Placing it on the stone with the beer he whispers to it, making sure the others couldn't hear him.

"Come on bub....come outta there....please...please come out. Please come back to us....we all miss ya. We just want you back. I...I want ya back." Logan whispered as tears fell down his face. Standing he goes over to Xavier and holds his hand to try and calm himself.

Fury, Hill, Coulson, Natasha, Clint and May moved forward and gently placed six bundles of lilacs, hyacinth and gardenias down on the tombstone (three on each side). May turned into Furys arms and sobbed loudy.

Ned and Vision go next with orchids, green roses and pink chrysanthemums tied with a red and blue ribbon. Ned falls to his knees and sobs into his hands loudly. Tony watches them then looks at his bundle of red, blue and gold flowers that he had forgotten the names of.

Taking a breath he gently puts the flowers down. Looking up at the sky, Tony cursed from how unfair it was. Looking at the (ex) spies he watches the hope drain from their faces. "Finally realised that this wasn't a nightmare?" He growls out. Both of them flinch. "You caused this. This is all your fault and I hope your happy."

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Three months later...

Tony sighs as he walks his way to Peters grave. He had barely known the kid but he had actually really, really started to like him. Happy gently put his hand on his shoulder as they walk. He almost forgot he was there.

Once at the grave he saw a little lump just laying there surrounded by flowers and a strange looking man in a cape. Rushing over he checked the mans pulse then looked at the little lump. Gently picking it up his breathing stopped.

It was a child, couldn't be more than five. Removing the blanket from around his head he flicks a beetle off of it before looking the child over. He had soft, milk chocolate curls on his head, chubby cheeks and a Iron Man T-Shirt peeking out of the blanket that was still wrapped around him.

The man next to him sat up. "I see you found Loki and I's gift." He says in a soft voice. He stretches before continuing. "This is Peter Parker, age six but he looks four, allergic to avocados and his favorite hero is Iron Man."

Tony looks at the man like he was crazy. "What? I had to come collect his soul after making his vesal. It was Lokis idea to make him allergic to avocados so don't blame me when he can't have guacamole." The man says as he stood.

"W-What the hell are you talking about?!" Tony yells.

"Oh right. My apologies. My name is Stephen Strange or Dr. Strange. I know I can trust you since I can just remove Peter from your life again so I will tell you this. I am a wizard and the holder of the time stone. I used it the other day to look into the future. I saw the suicides of Clint Barton and Natasha Romanoff along with yours. So I had to stop it. After gaining permission I went in search for Loki to help me make this boys body along with visiting Ned Leeds and Vision Stark for info on him. I visited a few others and I believe I have everything right. Now when he awakes you can take him home and raise him as your own." Strange states before suddenly disappearing through a red portal.

Tony and Happy look at each other. "What the fuck just happened?!" They yell until a soft whimper came from the blanket.

Tony looked down and watched as "Peter" rubbed his eyes with a big yawn. He tore his gaze away from the adorable child to a grave stone next to Ben Parker. He couldn't bring him to May anymore so...

"Daddy?" A little voice whispers.

Tony looked down into big chocolate brown eyes and watched the boy reach up to touch his hair. "Daddy has grays..." The boy giggles.

Tony smiles softly and kisses the childs head. "Because you scared the heck outta me. They just popped out." He chuckles.

Peter giggles when Happy sat next to them. "We bringing him home?" Happy asks softly.

"Of course." Tony states. "Call the others. My baby bot and I need ta go shoppin' for his new room."

Happy chuckles and nods. Helping him stand he leads his boss and the new Stark to the car. Hopefully they'll be able to raise the kid right.

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Two days later....

"Oi! Let him go you two! He's doing his potty dance!" Tony yells at the two spies who were clutching Peter like a life line.

"He can go in his pamper." Clint says as he squeezes Peter and Natasha to his chest.

"I gotta poop!" Peter yells making a passing by Bucky choke on his coffee.

Clint and Natasha immediately let him go so he could run to the bathroom. "Make sure you close the door this time baby!" Tony calls out before wacking both spies on the head. "What the fuck are you even doing up here?! I told you he was off limits until I can make sure he doesn't remember his death!"

"Ow! Sorry! We....we just wanted to have our baby back." Clint whispers painfully.

"Well he's my son now so back off." Tony growls.

"Hey he's my runt too!" Logan yells out from the fridge.

"Mine too." Fury, Hill, Coulson, Xavier, Bucky, Steve, Happy and Pepper chime in...in unison. Creepy.

"M-Mine too." Bruce meekly calls out from Thors lap.

"Mine as well!" Thor yells out.

"Yo!" Scott, Rhodey and Sam call out.

Vision didn't speak up since Peter was already his brother. Tony groaned and shook his head. "Hey your Spanish right? So why can't he have a lot of names?" Natasha questions.

"I am Italian you racist plus thats to many! Peter Stark-Rogers-Lang- Wilson-Rhodes-Barnes-Fury-Hill-Coulson-Banner-Hogan-Potts-Odinson-Howlett-Xavier-Romanoff-Barton? Shit I'm outta breath..." Tony groans.

"You forgot Laufeyson. I did give birth to him after all." Loki says as he pours himself some wine.

"What?"

"Why else do you think Strange sought me out? I'm a man who can have a child. Do you want his egg shell? I had to birth him that way or else you would have had to wait an extra eight months." Loki states as he sips his wine.

"Ok...so...Peter Stark-Laufeyson-Rogers-Lang-Wilson-Rhodes-Barnes-Fury-Hill-Coulson-Banner-Hogan-Potts-Odinson-Howlett-Xavier-Romanoff-Barton...still to many." Tony says in a bit of a surprised voice. "Also yes."

"I like it!"

Tony yelps when his new son is suddenly next to him. "Now everyone is my family!" The boy giggles.

The whole room chuckles and smiles...until Vision speaks up. "Peter where are your clothes?" He asks.

Peter looks down at himself and fixes his pamper. "I put them in the toilet to wash later. Don't worry I flushed my potty first!" Peter smiles.

"Did....did you flush your clothes?" Vision questions.

"Yes! They're on a rinse bicycle!" Peter smiles until Friday alerts to a bathroom flooding. "Uh oh."