#Alpha Tony Stark

[winterspiderpurrs]

The post was getting a little long BUT @illogicalkat and @smidnite are so amazing for this!

Previous posts from the last addition done here:

And cause I loved it.... imma add a little more :D

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Steve went to get Sarah; his mom on the phone. She was always a voice of reason with him. He was hopefully she could shed some positive light in this situation.

"-That child has known you practically his whole life. You're his papa. Doesn’t matter what some... DNA test says A leanbh. " her Irish accent became more prominent, the more she talked.

" But a man has a right to his child. I know it's going to be hard. And poor Peter! Having to face that man again! I woulda hit him!"

Steve coughed a little and rubbed the back of his neck.

" Well, uuhh.. no problem there."

" Steve Grant Rogers Barnes! That temper of yours is always getting you in trouble!"

" Ma!"

" Could be making the situation worse."

" I know, Ma, I know..."

Steve could hear her sigh on the other side of the phone.

" Well. Was it at least a good hit?"

Steve laughs and moves back toward the dining room where Peter and Matt are still at.

" Yeah, it was a -"

Clatter.

The phone slipped from Steve's hand as he stared at Peter.

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While Steve had wondered off to speak to him mom, Bucky had gone back up stares to check on Harley and May after seeing that Tony had gotten in the car and was a long ways away from the house.

Peter gathered up the paper they had, scanning it over to Matt's office for him so he could review it again in Braille once he got it to his special machine.

" I uuhh... have another question since it's just us."

" Of course. What is it?"

Matt tilted his head toward Peter, sensing that he was nervous again.

" I umm read before that you cannot uhh get divorced if your... pregnant?"

Matt blinks.

" Oh,"

Peter nervously gathers the papers and puts the extra copies in Matt's briefcase for him.

" It's not his. Obviously, but umm, I just wanted to be sure."

Matt smiles and shakes his head.

" You're fine. The state of New York lets you. And as he has no rights to you anymore... you're safe. Congratulations."

Peter smiled in relief and pressed a hand to his stomach. Laughing a little.

" Yeah... I just found out last week. Was gonna wait a few more weeks. Before saying anything to Steve and Bucky. This one definitely was an oops surprise pregnancy."

Clatter.

Peter and Matt turn toward the door to see Steve standing there staring. Cell phone on the floor.

" You're pregnant?!?"

Meanwhile, upstairs, Harley is pacing his room. Why would THE Tony Stark be here? Was it for Dads metal arm that Mom helped create? Was it the scholarship program his school had?

Was he coming to expand his art collection with one of Papa's paintings? Mom had gone back to school and gotten his degree and had written a couple of papers. But would that be enough to get Tony Stark's attention?

He looks at the magazines cut out he had of Tony Stark from a few years ago when he was on the cover of Time magazine. Dad had bought it for him while they were in line at the store. He frowns a little. Now recalling the wide-eyed stare his Mom had when he came into the room and saw it the first time. He seemed oddly nervous when he asked where that came from and why he had it.

The look on Tony Stark's face downstairs, he seemed scared, nervous, and hopeful?

He pulled his laptop up and hesitated a moment. Then he started typing away.

' Young Tony Stark photos'

The more he looked, the bigger the pit in his stomach grew.

He felt like he was going to throw up.

Across town, Tony was once again looking through the paperwork and looked at the copy of the birth certificate.

Father spot was blank on it.

But when he saw the name on the certificate, he rushed towards the trash can and threw up. It all just became too much. Everything that he was robbed of. And how much at least at the time of Harley birth that Peter obviously cared for him deeply.

Harley Edwin Anthony Parker.

[the-mad-starker]

Starkercest Smut: Quick Tips For Satisfying An Alpha (1/3)

For TSToT and Starker Battleship!!

Figured I'd post this in and I'ma try to finish chapter 2 so I can attack Spidey team over at @starker-battleship !! Not gonna reveal my prompts just yet but they're very typical of me haha 😮

Notes: Omegaverse, starkercest, alpha tony, omega Peter, intersex Omegas, Size Kink, ambiguous age but underaged, tags to be updated

Rating: E

WC: 2606 (AO3 Link)

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When Peter Stark walked into Omega Ed., he wasn't sure what to expect but it surely hadn't been this.

The sex ed class for omegas that he'd been required to attend was just so dry. He hadn't had any real expectations though. If anything, he thought he'd end up leaving with a bright red face because learning about those things with his peers just seemed… embarrassing?

But no. Whatever Peter had expected, it was worse because it was boring. The omega instructor was a stickler for facts, which, yeah, those were super important, but Peter wanted to know stuff beyond what he could find in textbooks.

For the first week, they had to study the anatomy of all sub-genders. Peter learned a lot, for sure. He learned just how knotting happened, how female alphas’ pensies were different from males, and that male omegas had two internal erogenous spots compared to female omegas who only had one. That kind of information was an eye opener, but even then, it was all… very scientific and therefore, not at all what he thought sex ed would be like.

He'd been raised by a very sex-positive parent so it wasn't surprising that Peter had questions. Unfortunately, Peter realized pretty early on that what he had wanted from the class was guidance and a more real life approach than the in-depth diagrams and plastic models that his instructor showed them.

Like Peter now knew about the prostate and g-spot for omegas, but how do you stimulate them? What did that even feel like? He read somewhere that prostate stimulation for some males was uncomfortable but was that across all males? Or were omegas an exception? Or maybe just alphas? Beta males?

He had so many questions but the instructor didn't seem inclined to answer them. It was always a gentle but firm decision to turn back to the books and a dismissive answer that wasn't an answer at all.

It was great, then, that Peter had such an accommodating parent. His dad had never held back on giving him the truth, at least not since he was maybe five years old and had accidentally tugged Santa’s beard off only to be met with his dad’s chagrined face.

His dad wouldn't sugarcoat things for him and he’d finally get the answers he wanted.

Peter set his plan into motion on a nice Saturday morning. The freshly ground coffee beans were brewing and just as expected, the smell of it lured his alpha father out of his room.

Peter watched as his dad went straight for the coffee pot, eyes assessing the alpha over the rim of his cup of orange juice.

His father was the epitome of what an alpha should be, Peter recalled all the social media claiming. His classmates often teased him for having a hunk of an alpha as a father. Add to the fact that his dad was also single… and his father didn't discriminate between genders… and he was rich and handsome…

Peter frowned and took a sip of his OJ.

He tried to look at his dad like his classmates did. Look beyond his quirky lovable father to see the alpha that teens his age drooled after.

Surprisingly, it wasn't hard because as he already acknowledged… His dad really was the perfect alpha.

Alpha genes really were something. Alphas were just naturally taller, broader, and stronger. Put an alpha next to an omega, and these physical attributes were even more exaggerated. Alphas had a more muscular physique compared to an omega’s softer, leaner body.

And that was just the genes influencing an alpha. Of course, like any normal person, if they didn't take advantage of it, an alpha can squander those built in boosts and end up as unhealthy as any other. Not even superior alpha genes could help someone if they didn't take care of themselves.

But Tony Stark didn't have that problem. Peter’s gaze lingered over his lightly muscled arms, his broad shoulders, and the defined muscles of his back through his thin white undershirt. His dad, courtesy of Peter’s insistence, ate healthy and, despite his grumbling, worked out regularly.

“Morning, kid,” his dad's voice rumbled, rough from sleep. It sent something foreign but exciting shooting through Peter's body.

He stood up, setting his OJ aside, and like many sleepy mornings before, he hugged his dad from behind as Tony readied his coffee.

With his face pressed against his dad’s back, Peter breathed in the comforting scent of his alpha. This close, he could smell his own scent mixed in, and before he knew it, a purr rumbled in his chest.

His dad had never been able to resist Peter’s purring and it said a lot that his attention immediately went from his precious coffee to his even more precious son.

Tony turned and gathered Peter in his arms and the omega melted right into his embrace.

As a male omega, Peter stood at a respectable 5’7 height, but in his daddy’s arms, he felt so small and precious. He rested his cheek on his dad’s chest, the firm muscle of his pecs a perfect cushion. Their eyes met and Peter’s purr grew louder which only made the fond smile on Tony’s face grow wider.

“Alright, Pete, what is it?” Tony laughed, hugging him tight. “You've ambushed me before my coffee and you're purring up a storm so you're up to something. Give your old man a break and out with it.”

Peter pouted but he let his purring taper off before it stopped completely.

“First off, you're not old, Dad,” Peter had to protest.

Yeah, his dad had some silvers and grays in his hair and beard, but he was far from old. He was still in the prime of his life as far as Peter was concerned.

“Mhmm.”

Tony wouldn't be so easily distracted so Peter adopted his best puppy eyes look. Wide round honey brown eyes and just the slightest downturn of his lips completed the pouty look.

“Ouch, pulling out the big guns,” his dad dramatically sighed.

“Dad… You know they put me in omega ed this year, right?” Peter started.

“Mhmm, I had to sign off on it 'cause you know how some parents get about that stuff,” Tony said then raised an eyebrow in curiosity. “Do you want out or something?”

Peter paused but then shook his head.

“No, not really,” Peter decided, “I'm learning some stuff but it's…” How could he explain that it wasn't giving him what he wanted?

“Not what you expected, huh?” His dad hummed in understanding.

Peter instantly lit up, pleased that his father just understood him right off the bat.

“Yeah! I mean, I've tried asking questions but it always goes back to–” Here, Peter pitched his voice to a soft almost condescending tone, “This is not that type of class, Peter. I don't think your parents would appreciate it if I indulged in those kinds of questions, Peter. This class is just to help you get a better understanding of how your body works.”

Peter huffed by the end of his mini rant and immediately, his dad soothed him with a few strokes to his hair.

“Yeah, I get it,” His dad indulged him, “So what can I do, hmm? The classes that’ll scratch that itch in your brain are probably college courses. Psych classes if you're interested in the bonding aspect or maybe those general Alpha-Beta-Omega classes… We can look into some AP classes or some online classes…?”

Peter briefly thought about it but then shook his head.

“I don't think my interest is that deep,” he explained to his dad. “At least not yet? I just want… something more informative or uhh… something more real life than diagrams and stuff…”

Throughout the entire exchange, Tony maintained eye contact with him, probably to show he took Peter’s concerns seriously. Peter loved that about his dad but for the first time, the young omega hesitated. He didn't think it was weird for him to ask his dad but maybe it was weird in general?

They had a strong bond but surely, there were limits and lines between father and son that couldn't– shouldn't be crossed.

He's already gotten this far, though, and with his dad now alerted to a problem, Tony definitely wouldn't let it go unless Peter begged him to drop it.

But the thing is… Peter didn't want to drop the subject. This was his life, his future, and his understanding of what being an omega meant. He trusted that his dad would always have his best interest at heart, that he loved him no matter what and no matter what questions Peter asked.

There was no one he trusted more so Peter took the jump.

“I thought maybe… you can help me?”

There, it was out there in the open.

There was a moment of silence where Peter felt blood rush up to his cheeks and flush down his neck. This was probably the craziest thing he'd ask from his dad.

“You… want me to talk about my, uh, dating…. life…?” Tony asked, puzzled.

With that, Peter instantly relaxed but he did make a sour face at the question itself. He didn't want to know anything about the many alphas, betas, or omegas that had caught his father’s interest in the past. He didn't even try to parse the fact that it was other people getting intimate with his dad that bothered him, not the fact that it was his dad at all.

“Nooo thank you,” Peter denied very quickly. Rando strangers getting their grubby hands all over his amazing father? Gross.

“Not like I have much of one,” Tony sighed then ruffled Peter’s hair again, this time a little roughly, “Too busy with this little troublemaker here.”

Peter grabbed his dad’s wrist and set his teeth to the skin there in a playful bite. And like the good daddy he was, Tony pretended to be seriously injured.

“Oww, what a feral feisty omega I've raised,” Tony bemoaned as he tested the hold that Peter’s teeth on him.

Peter let go but still held onto his dad’s hand. The embarrassment had died down with their interaction. His dad always knew how to make Peter feel better.

“I don't wanna know about your past flings,” Peter told Tony seriously. “But I wanna know things about… alphas… And I've looked into some stuff but none of them were…” Just thinking about all the ridiculous porn he’d stumbled across in his research made him feel hot all over.

“...Credible…” Peter coughed.

His alpha gave him a look, no doubt realizing what his sources were.

“So what… you want like… tips?” Tony asked hesitatingly. “About alphas?”

“Maybe?” Peter answered, also a bit doubtful. He wasn't sure tips was the right word because he wanted something more than that. “...Would it be too much to like…”

Why was this so hard! Peter wanted nothing more than to bite his dad’s hand again, just so the words wouldn't come out. But he was a Stark and even though they were bonafide geniuses, they were also idiots with idiot planning at times.

Maybe he should've put more thought into this. His dad would never do anything to hurt him or make fun of him for his questions. The worst that could happen would be his father saying no and setting up some online learning and getting actual credible sources… But this was what Peter wanted.

He just wanted his emotional support alpha, who happened to be his dad, to hold his hand through all of it.

That was what he wanted. If he could have it. But first, he'd have to ask.

Peter firmed his resolve and then looked up from where he’d been staring at their clasped hands.

“I think I do want tips and… maybe some… hands-on experience…?” Peter tacked on the last bit, unsure of what his dad’s response would be.

Tony’s eyebrows shot up to his hairline.

“Oh,” was his dad’s response. The request was definitely a surprise, but it wasn't a no.

Peter looked at his dad, hopeful and uncertain. Terrified but excited.

Maybe… maybe…??

His daddy took in his puppy eyes and Peter could see the second he gave in.

“Ohh, boy,” his dad groaned, “you're so vicious, Pete. At least let me have my coffee before you throw something like this at your old man. I can't believe my baby boy would pop this question before I've even had a sip to wake up.”

That sounded like a yes! Well, not a definite yes, but Peter knew his dad and that was a yes for sure.

He pecked a kiss on Tony’s cheek, his face making some weird expression because he was trying not to smile.

Peter quickly retreated back to his OJ, leaving his father to his coffee. He did have a bounce in his step.

He watched eagerly as Tony poured way too much sugar into his coffee. He didn't even make a peep as his dad stirred for a bit before taking his first sip.

He waited patiently and when his dad finally looked at him, their eyes met over the rim of their cups. It felt like something seemed to sizzle between them, some irreversible change that Peter didn't understand.

“Alright,” his dad said once he'd gathered his thoughts. “So my baby boy wants his daddy to teach him about being an omega and what to expect from alphas. Is that it?”

Peter’s breath hitched as he saw the look in his father's eyes. Dark and calculating. The mood was entirely different now and Peter’s heart fluttered as anticipation took over.

“Y-yeah, I mean, yes, Daddy,” Peter tried to sound so confident like a strong omega who knows what he wanted but the words came out coquettish and shy.

That only made his dad hum thoughtfully.

“Alright, Pete,” Tony affirmed, “This… Whatever this is… You gotta be sure, kid, that this is what you want. I’ll always stop if you want me to or you decide to call it off– but some things you can't pretend never happened once you've done ‘em. If you know what I mean.”

Peter did know. Theoretically. Or at least he’d thought about it briefly. Even now, he was sure this was what he wanted.

“I'm sure,” Peter said with all the confidence of a teen who only had a tiny inkling of what he was getting into.

“Good,” his dad said and Peter sighed in relief at the acceptance. He smiled at his father, only for his breath to catch because…

For the very first time, the person looking at him wasn't his patient loving father, but an alpha assessing a potential omega.

Oh…

His dad was already starting without realizing it. With just that one look, Peter was already learning what it meant for an alpha to look at an omega like that. It made him feel… he wasn't sure what but he liked it.

His gaze dropped but then flirted back up. His dad smirked at him, knowingly, and Peter agonized over what that smirk meant. His dad always seemed to know what was on his mind, did he know what he was doing to his own son, even now?

Peter’s hands tightened on his drink, cheeks flushed like he'd been drinking wine instead of juice. Was this how omegas felt when alphas gave them attention…?

If so… Peter liked it. He liked it a lot.

The omega squirmed in his seat, surprised but excited by the indescribable look in his father's eyes.

He couldn't wait to learn what it meant.

[amaranthmori]

[kat-writes]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Marvel, Marvel (Comics), Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, Captain America - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, Peter Parker & Steve Rogers, past Steve Rogers/Tony Stark - Relationship Characters: Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, George Barnes (Marvel), Peter Parker, Tony Stark Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - No Powers, Cottagecore, post-WW1, Post-Divorce, Getting Together, Alternate Universe - Omegaverse, Omegaverse, Omega Steve Rogers, Pre-Serum Steve Rogers, Alpha Bucky Barnes, Alpha Peter Parker, Alpha Tony Stark, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Hanyman Bucky Barnes, Teen Peter Parker, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Divorcee Steve Rogers, Steve Rogers Needs a Hug, Parent Steve Rogers, Parent Tony Stark Summary:

After he and Tony divorce, Steve moves to the countryside where he lives in a cottage. Their pup, Peter, visits during the summer. Leading up to this summer, Steve's leaking roof needs attention from the local handymen, and Mr. Barnes' son, James, is back home for the first time since Steve moved to the countryside. He sees to Steve's broken roof, and a few of his other broken parts.

[papermacherainbow]

Little Princess Cafe Inspired by this mood board

Not many people would expect Tony Stark to be in a coffee shop called “Little Princess’ Cafe,” but he came three times a week like clockwork, though it was never the same three days lest he become predictable. But he had a reason. A very good reason. A very pretty reason, waltzing around behind the counter like she owns it. Because she does. Ever since Morgan dragged him into the fluffy pink princess coffee shop that is the Little Princess Cafe, he's been hopelessly smitten with the Omega owner, Peter Parker. After months of failed courting attempts, he's starting to give up. But a summer afternoon, a broken machine, and a bit of bad timing might just turn his luck around.

@starkerfestivals Kinktober | Knotting • Flufftober | Coffee Date • Whumptober | Insecurity @papermacherainbow Kinktober | Nail Polish @pparkerbingo SFW B4 | Coffee Shop AU

You can read Little Princess Cafe [here]

[abbatoirablaze]

Surrogate Luna, Chapter 22

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: implied smut.

“Now that the formality is over,” Tony muttered as the last person left the war room.  He looked between Cinna and Bucky, “what is this?”

Cinna felt a blush rising to her cheeks as Bucky wrapped an arm around her waist, “she came upon me yesterday, alpha Stark.  Our wolves recognized one another and…they courted.”

Tony chuckled. 

Pepper slapped his shoulder.

“What?” Tony laughed, “it’s funny!”

“That’s my baby sister, Tony!”

“And that’s Steve Rogers’ other mate,” he laughed, “you couldn’t have possibly expected them not to come in contact with one another despite how you placed Barnes’ pack in the asylum house and Cinna as close to our quarters as possible.”

Cinna’s brow rose, “y-you knew about Steve and Bucky?”

“Cinna…it’s not that simple…” she sighed as she gave her sister a frown, “everyone knows about Bucky and Steve’s past.  But I didn’t-I guess I didn’t expect that you and Steve were really mates…he and Bucky were crazy about each other.  Someone insulted Steve and Bucky when Bucky openly proclaimed he was Steve’s mate at a tender age, and Bucky challenged him to the death trials.”

Cinna’s eyes snapped to Bucky’s prosthetic and Bucky let go of a low laugh, “I’m passionate…and I care about what is mine.  What can I say, omega?”  

“No grander gesture than to challenge a full-grown delta to a death trial at the age of eleven.” Tony added in. 

Cinna’s eyes widened as she looked at the man that she realized she barely knew, “you were eleven?”

“And I won!” Bucky pointed out, “I will do anything for my mate, Cinna; protection and all…but that also includes letting you take the lead if that’s what you need.  And in this case, that means getting your pup back from Sharon and Steve.”

“I have Sharon’s pup…”

Bucky frowned, “what?”

“We fell pregnant around the same time with our firsts…Peter is her pup…she had conceived him with her omega follower, Brock…but when she found out that Peter was an omega as well, she wanted to kill him.  So, I stole him and claimed him as my own.”

Bucky smirked, “you’re a fiery one, omega…”

“Sh-she won’t give me Stevie…”

“I know how Sharon works,” he reminded her gently, “she’ll get the message from Sam. She’ll hear about how I openly claimed you as my mate and luna to my pack.  She’ll bring Steve and your pup as a show of force.”

Tony smirked, a small gasp leaving his lips as the realization to what Bucky was implying came into his mind, “you have a plan, don’t you?”

“I have an idea of how to work around Sharon’s claim on Cinna,” Bucky admitted, “I told everyone of how your wolf accepted my wolf’s invitation to court you for a reason…”

“The full moon!” Pepper gasped.

“What?” Cinna asked as she looked between the three, “what’s going on?  What do the three of you know that I don’t?”

“I suppose you want my blessing then?” Tony asked Bucky.

“Will someone please tell me what’s going on?”

“Cinnamon…Bucky provided you with an outlet, a loophole to get out of Sharon’s claim on you,” Pepper explained, “the full moon is tonight…and you became part of the Stark pack when I mated Tony and became his Luna…”

“Pepper…English.”

“He’s offering you the option of a mating ceremony.” 

Cinna gasped once more, her eyes snapping back to Bucky’s, “What?”

“It’s entirely up to you, Cinna…but it is one option,” he nodded, “I’m not asking to mark you…just that you mark me, and that we complete a mating ceremony where you officially become my luna.  You could stay with Tony and Pepper as long as you like while I officially court you, but allowing you to mark me, with the intention of me marking you down the road and calling you my luna would mean that you belonged to the Barnes pack.  She would have no claim over you, even though she and Steve share a pack, and you have pups with Steve.”

“Y-you want me to mark you?” she asked, the words buzzing around in her mind far too quickly for her to actually process, “Y-you want me to be your luna and-“

“You are my luna, Cinna…even if you do not want me to mark you.  I want you to know that you have all the power here,” he reminded her gently, “you and your pups will be first to me, just as my pack is in my life.  I will protect you with the same passion and vigor that I would protect them.”

“And Peter?”

“Peter may not biologically be yours, but he belongs to you…I would do the same for him.”

Cinna felt her heart swelling at his words.  Tears welled up in her eyes as she looked at the passionate, intense alpha, “Bucky….”

“I will only do this though if you want me to, Cinna.”

“I-is it what you want?”

“I’ve been waiting my whole life for my true mates, Cinna…I want this more than anything.”

“Then I want it too!” she confirmed. 

“Great,” Tony grinned as he stepped forward and clapped Bucky’s shoulder, “we’ll prepare to make the trip to the Barnes den immediately then, that way we can be back before Sharon and her pack undoubtedly arrive tomorrow.”

Cinna looked nervously at Bucky as they stood in front of the doors to what was Bucky’s family den. 

“Are you sure that you’re okay with this, Cinna?”

She nodded, “I want this…are you okay with doing this, Bucky?”

“I already told you, Cinna.  I will do anything for you.  I know we haven’t known each other for a long time, but I love you.  You’re my omega.  And I will do everything I can to protect and honor you.”

Pepper sighed, and Cinna felt the blush rising to her cheeks once more as she turned away from Bucky to give one last look back to her sister and Tony. 

Bucky pulled Tony into a hug, and the two men clapped each other on the back.

“You have the full blessing of the Stark pack to have Cinna Potts as your luna.” Tony confirmed. 

“Thank you, Tony.”

“Cinna…”

Cinna sighed as she looked at her sister once more.  Pepper had tears in her eyes and a sad smile on her face, “you act like you’ll never see me again, Pepper…”

“I’m happy for you!” she answered, pulling her younger sister into a hug, “alpha Barnes is a good alpha.  And I know that he will treat you right.  And you are an amazing young woman.  You were cut out to be a luna…and this pack is lucky to have you.”

Cinna sniffled, a few tears slipping down her cheeks as she backed away from her sister, “I-I guess I’ll see you guys on the other side?”

“Omega?” Bucky asked gently, holding a hand out to her.  Cinna was unable to stop the chittering that built up from the back of her throat and Bucky smiled, “are you ready to see our pack den?”

She nodded and took his hand. 

Bucky pushed through the first set of doors and led her down a spiraled staircase.  At the bottom of it was another set of doors. He let go of her hand and walked over to a set of runes.  He traced over specific ones, in a very specific order, and with a hiss the doors opened. 

“This is our pack den, luna…only attendants to it are allowed to refresh it and clean it…I had called for them to set everything up for when we got here.”

“I-it doesn’t smell like anything…” she commented, “i-it doesn’t smell like you or-“

“I didn’t want you to be overwhelmed,” he admitted, “my family has used this den since we claimed the land.  But I made sure that the only scents in it would be ours…this is an important night.  The mating ceremony is important in our culture…”

“I-I know…”

“If you go into the room to the left, you can prepare yourself with the traditional clothing and oils…I’m going to be across the room on the other side,” he said slowly, pointing to both doors on the left and right, “when we come back, you can mark me.  And then our pack official will commit us under the full moon with a few selected elders and your sister and Tony.”

“Bucky…” she asked, her voice barely coming out above the sound of a whisper.  She had pulled on his arm as he went to turn towards the door and turned him right back to her.

“Wh-what’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” she answered, “I just-I was thinking about it…and I want you to mark me as well.”

She swore she could have seen Bucky’s eyes lighting up at the idea, “a-are you sure, luna?”

She nodded and leaned up, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips, “mark my clean side?”

“Anything you want, luna.”

“I want you, Bucky…”

A growl rose from the back of his throat, and she looked down to see his cock already bumping against her stomach as it hardened.

“Omega…those words…hearing them from you affects me like nothing else…”

“Go prepare yourself, alpha,” she smiled, reaching up to stroke his cheek, “we only have a few hours before it’s midnight…”

“I might just have to carry you to the altar,” he growled playfully as he leaned down to press another kiss to her lips; this one a little more aggressive, “the way you’re speaking like that.”

“Don’t promise something you can’t live up to!” she teased as she turned away from him, adding a little extra sway to her hips as she went into the room.  As the door closed behind her, she could hear the animalistic growl that came from her mate; the scent that he was releasing, letting her know that he was primed and ready to go. 

Her heart raced as she let herself feel all the emotions that she’d put in a box and thought she’d never see again whenever Sharon took over her relationship with Steve. 

Maybe the fates weren’t torturing her.

Chapter 23

Tag List:  @lohnes16, @prokey16, @tenaciousperfectionunknown, @teambarnes72, @mrsevans90

[statisticalcats2]

When Peter presents as an omega, there's only one alpha he wants to spend his heat and life with. But he has to convince Tony that this is what he truly wants, that Tony's worthy of his affections and could never ruin him or what they have.

@pparkerbingo - O2: Begging

@tstarksbingospectacular - O1: A/B/O AU

[greekgeek24]

Here’s my second piece for @intotheomegaverse’s Halloween Prompts List. I chose Alpha of the Dead because Warm Bodies is one of my favorite movies. And then my dear friend @ravenclawwitch18 decided that I should do Starker.

[winterspiderpurrs]

Tap. Tap. Pause. Click. Click. Tap.

The clerk sat back. She was a little pale, looking from the computer before looking over at the couple across from her. This has happened before, but .. normally not with such a public figure. Taking a deep breath before she spoke.

" I apologize for the delay, but there seems to be an issue. Unfortunately, we can not process the marriage certificate. "

" What?" " Why not?"

Pepper and Tony looked at each other and then back to the clerk. She cleared her throat.

"It appears that you, Mr. Stark are currently married. Looks like... 14 years ago?"

Tony sat back in his chair, processing the news and sorting through his memories.

" That was annulled."

Pepper nodded in agreement with Tony's statement. She had just started at SI when this happened. She wasn't high up yet, but she heard the whispers.

" Yes. I see where the paperwork was filed, but unfortunately, it looks like you did not actually sign it, Mr. Stark. "

Tony twitches for a moment before grabbing a pen off the desk.

" I'll sign it right now,"

"I wish it worked like that, Mr. Stark, but it's been 14 years. New paperwork would need to be drafted and submitted. We would obviously expedite the paperwork, no worries."

Tony sighs and rubs his eyes with the palms of his hands.

Pepper shakes her head and rolls her eyes over at Tony. Turning to the clerk, she offers her a smile.

" Thank you. We will be in touch."

Once Tony and Pepper get back into the car, Pepper hits Tony with her purse.

" This is why when you are given paper you you sign for it! God Tony. The wedding invitations already went out. What do you think the media is gonna say?"

" I'm sorry, Pep! You know that was a bad time for me. He signed the paperwork before, and I'm sure he will sign again."

" Make sure that he does. Cut him a check if you have to. I'll draft an NDA to send over."

Shaking her head, Pepper is alreasy typing away on her phone.

"Happy, get me to the airport. We are going to New York."

" On it, Boss."

Relaxing back into his seat, Tony adjusts his glasses.

" Alright, Friday. Get me everything you can on Peter Parker, contact the lawyer he used before. Once Pepper gets the paperwork ready, send it over to them. Schedule a meeting for when we land. Money is no issue, I'll cover everything. But get them to the Stark Industries tower."

" Contacting them now,"

Sighing, Tony closes his eyes and drags up the memories from all those years ago.

Tony and Peter meet in rehab. Which should have warned Tony off. But he was struggling in staying sober. And Peter? He was his ray of sunshine in that bleek place.

The omega was quiet, too skinny, but his brown eyes sparkled when they talked science. And they were both well on their way to recover. But when Tony was invited to a party. So he left the rehab and dragged Peter with him. Turned into a binder weekend. They partied and at some point found themselves in Vegas.

One speeding ticket and car wreck later. Tony was put back in rehab, and he offered to pay for Peter to go to a nicer facility, NOT where he also was. A month later, Tony checked himself back out of rehab, got his lawyers, and they sent out the paperwork. He was just thankful that Peter accepted, and he put it behind himself.

He tried not to look back on that time and move forward.

Friday pulled up an image from some social media page Peter had and he froze. His heart hammering loudly.

" Sir. I Think your having a panic attack. You need to breath."

" Tony? What's wrong?"

Tony just keeps staring.

There is Peter, happy looking, filled out, obviously older, a bright smile on his face. Arm around a teenager who looks close to 14 years old. And a toddler balanced on his hip.

[dolores-20]

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as he bustles around the kitchen, preparing their traditional Christmas Eve dinner. Morgan, their little miracle, is sleeping soundly in her crib, her tiny chest rising and falling with each peaceful breath. Harley is sitting on the floor, playing with his toys and occasionally looking up at his mother with a bright smile.

Peter can't believe how lucky he is. He never thought he would have a family of his own, let alone a loving husband and two amazing children. He gently rubs his growing belly, feeling the kicks of his daughter, and can't help but smile at the thought of their future together.

"Hey sweetheart, the turkey smells amazing," Tony says, wrapping his arms around Peter's waist and resting his head on his shoulder.

"Thank you, honey," Peter responds, leaning back into Tony's embrace. "I can't believe it's already Christmas Eve. It feels like just yesterday we were celebrating Harley's first Christmas."

"I know, time flies," Tony says, kissing Peter's neck. "I can't wait to see the look on his face when he opens his presents tomorrow morning."

"I know, he's been counting down the days," Peter chuckles.

As they finish setting the table, Harley jumps up and down with excitement. "Is it time to eat yet?" he asks, bouncing on the balls of his feet.

"Not quite, buddy. We have to wait for Grandpa and Grandma to get here," Tony explains.

Harley pouts for a moment, but his spirits are quickly lifted when the doorbell rings. He runs to answer it, eager to see his grandparents. Peter and Tony exchange a knowing look and follow their son into the living room.

"Merry Christmas Eve, Grandpa and Grandma!" Harley shouts, hugging his grandparents tightly.

"Merry Christmas, my boy," Steve Rogers says, ruffling Harley's hair. "You're getting so big."

"Hello, my little love," Natasha Romanoff says, giving Harley a kiss on the cheek. "We missed you."

"I missed you too, Grandma and Grandpa," Harley grins.

The rest of the evening is filled with laughter and love as they enjoy their dinner together. Peter can't help but feel overwhelmed with gratitude as he looks around the table at his family. He's grateful for every moment he gets to spend with them, and he knows that this Christmas will be one to remember.

As they finish their meal, Tony suggests they open one present each before heading to bed. Harley's eyes light up at the idea and he eagerly grabs a gift from under the tree.

"Open it, open it!" he says, bouncing on his seat.

Peter and Tony exchange a look before giving their son the go-ahead. Harley tears open the wrapping paper to reveal a brand new toy robot.

"Wow, thank you, Mom and Dad!" Harley exclaims, hugging them both.

"You're welcome, sweetheart," Tony says, his eyes full of love.

After the presents are opened and the dishes are cleaned up, Harley falls asleep in Tony's arms, exhausted from the excitement of the day. Peter and Tony tuck him into bed before heading to their own room.

As they lay in bed, Peter rests his head on Tony's chest and listens to the sound of his husband's heartbeat. He feels content and happy, knowing that he has everything he could ever want right here in his arms.

"Thank you for the best Christmas Eve ever," Peter whispers, placing a kiss on Tony's chest.

"Anything for you, my love," Tony responds, wrapping his arms around Peter and pulling him closer. "Merry Christmas, Peter."

"Merry Christmas, Tony," Peter says, falling asleep with a smile on his face.

I know I'm late with this post I'm sorry

[amaranthmori]

[authoressofdarkness]

Bingo Fill: Breath Play @starkerfestivals

Then Stark's free hand is slapping over his mouth and nose, cutting off all air before he can do much as inhale. He lets out a choked sound against the hand on his face, shaking his head frantically.

"Don't fight me, Peter," Stark orders, voice quiet, almost imitating soothing, but still severe, laced with enough of his dominant tone to make Peter's whole body go limp. The throatiness of his voice is the only hint that the alpha is affected at all by what he's doing to the omega.

(This story is VERY much Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, so head to AO3 to check out the tags if you want to read the full thing!)

[selene-borealis]

I learned today that some spiders have a huge sexual dimorphism between females and males (the females are a lot bigger) and now all I can think about is an ABO AU where an omega!Peter becomes a lot bigger than all the alphas on the team, like think She-Hulk (6’7”) size, and Tony all of the sudden discovers a kink that he didn’t even know he had

[maukree]

Day 20: Bucky/Tony - A/B/O Humiliation

Bucky Barnes might not look it, but he smells… scared. Not that Tony loses a single wink of sleep when Bucky drags his sad-ass into the compound, looking like he took a scenic route through ‘shitstorm alley’ and landed face-first in the garbage life flings at allegedly good people. Omega, alpha—might as well be a BuzzFeed quiz result—about as relevant to Tony as Bucky’s favorite flavor of ice cream, which, by the way, he’d bet is vanilla, just like Cap’s.

Rating: Explicit Wordcount: 3.0k

[abbatoirablaze]

Surrogate Luna, Chapter 23

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings:  angst, mentions of violence/murder, manipulation.

“She’s taken another mate.”

The words echoed in Steve’s head on a loop. 

Sharon had been angry, throwing a temper tantrum once Sam had returned without Cinna and Peter, but the news of an impending mating instead.  But when she heard who she was mating, it drove a spike through Steve’s heart, and a bucket of ice water over Sharon’s head.

“BARNES!” she screeched, glaring at Steve, “she’s mating BUCKY BARNES?”

“That’s what I was told!” Sam said briskly, before shooting his own glance to his alpha, “from the word that I’ve heard on the grapevine, she and alpha Barnes have already had the more carnal of relations with their wolves and are openly courting one another!”

Sharon screamed in anger, throwing one of her knives at the wall, “THIS IS AN OUTRAGE!  HOW DARE THAT LITTLE SLUT?  SHE CAN’T TAKE MY STEVE, SO SHE GOES RUNNING TO HIS EX FOR PROTECTION, PROBABLY KNOWING OUR HISTORIES.  THE FUCKING WHORE!”

They’d set off almost immediately after Sharon had a moment to cool down.  She’d made it abundantly clear to everyone that she wanted to go to the Stark lands herself with everyone in tow, and demand for her pup and the ‘traitorous omega’ back. 

And Steve would have been lying if he said that there wasn’t a part of him that longed to see Cinna again. 

He hadn’t seen her since Tony and Happy originally took her after Saradia’s birth. 

Saradia.

His little baby sigma girl. 

His heart ached at the thought of how he’d managed to already go three years without seeing one of his pups. 

An almost perfect carbon copy of her mother with the exception of her designation.  A feisty little sigma from the get-go. 

“STEVE!” Sharon growled, glaring at her partner, “are you even listening to me?”

“Huh?”

She frowned and sneered at him, “you weren’t listening, were you?”

“I’m sorry, I jus-”

“WE need to be a united front,” she reminded him with a scowl, “i get that you are going to come in contact with your exes, but I am your alpha.  I am your partner.  And you need to support me.  Support my pack in my quest to-”

“I’m here, aren’t I?” he growled, cutting her off, “you talk of support, but you’re forcing my hand with your manipulations.”

Sharon’s head cocked to the side, “are you really going to act like that with me, Steven?  After all I’ve done for you?  After all that I-”

“All that you’ve done for me?  FOR ME?  I saved your pack, Sharon,” he reminded her, cutting her off, “I let you remain on my lands not as inferior wolves, but as equals.  And yet, you were the one who stole my lands and pack from under me.  Who manipulated me to fit your needs.  You’ve been the one who’s unsupportive, Sharon.  You are demanding that I go against my mates-”

“I’m your mate, Steve!” she reminded him as she cut him off once more, “I am the one who has their mark on your neck.”

Steve snarled at her, and she projected her aura outwards.  But Steve felt a pain, almost like a needle stabbing him in the back of his hindbrain because he didn’t want to submit to her.

“We’re here!” the driver said quickly, wanting to break up the uncomfortable silence in the confined space. 

“About time!” Sharon hissed, breaking off eye contact, and the projection of her aura, “remember, Steve.  Support me.  If you don’t, it’s Sam and Stevie’s head on the line.  I’m not playing around with you anymore.  It’s time that you finally obey me and recognize the fact that I own YOU.”

And with that, she stepped out of the black SUV, unsurprised to find a half-circle of alphas and deltas all waiting at the entrance of the packhouse.  Behind them was each of the delegations.  The Stark pack had Tony, Pepper, and their council, and on the Barnes pack had his appointed officials, as well as Cinna, standing with Peter and Saradia.

Steve felt his chest tighten at the sight of his little girl. 

Even at three, she really was almost an exact copy of her mother.  The only difference was that her hair was a sandy blonde instead of the strawberry blonde of her mothers. 

“Cinna-”

“STEVE!” Sharon growled, glaring at her mate. 

Bucky’s arm wrapped protectively around Cinna’s waist, and Saradia turned inwards, clutching onto Bucky’s leg.  His other arm wrapped around her, and he lifted her to his hip.  She was quick to tuck her face into his neck and scent him as an attempt to soothe herself. 

Peter wrapped himself around Cinna’s leg and she put her hand on his shoulder, “it’s okay, Peter...”

“Alphas Carter and Rogers.  What business do you have here?” Tony asked.

“I think you know, Tony.  We come after receiving a message from our delegate,” she said firmly, “I have made my demands clear in that I receive property that was taken from my pack.  I want it back.”

“We have no property of yours.”

Sharon’s eyes shot to CInna and her own pup, “the pup that came from my loins is not mine?  And the omega bitch who mothered my partner’s pup?  She was marked by him.  Does that not belong to my pack?”

“My luna does not belong to you,” Bucky said firmly, glaring at Sharon, “and neither does her pups.”

Sharon scoffed, “you can mark the whore all you want, but she belongs to the Carter pack.  She is a traitorous low-level omega who must stand trial for the crimes she committed against me and mine.  One of which includes her abduction of my pup.”

“The pup you attempted to kill?” Pepper asked, standing up for her younger sister, “there is no crime in rescuing an innocent pup, Alpha Carter.  There is no law against it, even in the strictest of packs.  Not even your own.”

“You will not speak to me, omega!” Sharon sneered, growling at the woman. 

Tony took a step forward and his guard parted, “you will be wise not to insult my omega, especially on my lands, Sharon Carter!”

“And you would be wise to make sure you give me my property before this becomes more than just a discussion.”

“Perhaps the children should go inside!” Tony offered, looking at Peter, Morgan, and Saradia.  He snapped, and one of the caregivers came out of the woodwork and took the kids into the packhouse with a number of the men, leaving just the entourage of Tony’s pack along with Bucky and Cinna.

Sharon took a second, reading the situation before she took a step back, “I don’t aim to start anything with you, Stark.  I just come for what is mine.”

“You own nothing here!” Bucky proclaimed firmly.

“I want her head on a platter by sundown!” Sharon argued, “and I want my pup back!  Or else.”

“Peter, Cinna, and Saradia are all under my protection and the protection of my pack!” Bucky reminded her, “you’re not going to demand my luna’s head on a platter or one of her children.”

Sharon smirked, snapping her fingers. 

The doors to the second SUV opened and Sam was led towards them in chains, while Stevie was following close behind, looking beyond scared.

“Counter offer,” she smiled, “you give me what is mine, and I don’t kill her bastard and the messenger.”

Steve felt his anxiety grow as his eyes shot to Sharons, “What the hell is this, Sharon?”

“I told you that I wasn’t joking around, Steve!” she reminded him, “if you won’t learn your place and keep your loyalties to me, then I’ll just have to punish you…and her.”

Stevie’s eyes widened as he saw Cinna, instantly remembering her, “MOMMY!”

He tried to run to her, but Sharon caught him as he nearly passed her.  Steve growled, but didn’t move an inch.

“I’m in control of the little alpha bastard!” she hissed, glaring directly at Bucky, “so give me what I want, or it’s his head I’ll have on a platter!”

Before Sharon could pull her knife from her hip, Bucky had charged her, using his flesh hand to turn it into that of his wolves, he cut the throats of the two guards that were holding Sam’s chains and had wrapped his hand around her throat. 

“Let go of my luna’s pup, or I’ll rip your throat out in front of everyone!” he spat into her ear, “the gods know I’ve wanted to do it for years...but now I have a legitimate reason, Sharon...you’re disrespecting my luna.  Threatening her pups…you’ve crossed one too many lines for my comfort…and unlike Steve, I will not bend to your will.  I’d rather rip it out of you.”

“This will start a war if you do, Barnes!”

He leaned forward and lowered his voice, “one I’d gladly enter to defend my luna and her own...do you really want to cause the extinction of your pack over it?”

“Barnes...”

“Let my luna’s pup go!” he repeated, “this is your last warning, Sharon.”

“You know...I’ve seen what it is that you ‘have’ with your mates,” she smiled teasingly, “I’ve seen the relationship.  The torment you allow yourself to be put through because you know you’re not good enough for your mates!  Is that why you’re doing this Barnes?  Putting your own pack at risk for a woman and her pup because you know that that’s the only thing your good for?  Self-sacrifice?”

“A good alpha protects and provides!” he hissed once more before throwing her body away from his, but holding firm on the little boy who was now staring up at him in disbelief.  He looked between his father and Bucky, before looking to his mother.  Bucky picked the little alpha up and didn’t give Steve a glance as he walked back over to the packhouse steps with Sam as well.

Steve watched breathlessly as he knew that his son was going to be in good hands, but terror over the fact that he was now alone. 

“Sam WIlson, beta to the Rogers pack, and little alpha Stevie Rogers are now under the protection of the Barnes pack,” Bucky said firmly, finally looking at Steve.  Steve went to open his mouth to argue it, but Sharon threw herself against Steve’s side, “Alpha Rogers...”

Steve looked longingly between his eldest pup and mates, but Sharon was clinging to him. 

“If you leave me, I’ll kill you,” she hissed in a low enough tone that no one else seemed to catch, “you walk away from me, and I’ll have my army and allies massacre everyone in sight right here…and kill anyone that was stupid enough to stay on your lands.”

Steve shuddered, looking at her. 

“Steve!” Bucky called.

“My allies are waiting in the woods...if you don’t leave with me now, they’ll kill everyone and no one will even see it coming.  Your precious mates…your bastards…and I’ll make sure that you stay alive long enough to see it all…before I gut you myself.”

“Alphas?” Tony asked mockingly, glaring at Sharon and Steve.  Steve couldn’t move.  Between the mark and the open threat, he knew he didn’t have the strength to leave Sharon.  She smiled at him before turning her attention towards everyone else.

“Keep them,” Sharon spat, “your time will come, Barnes...just as theirs.  Come on, Steve.  We’re leaving!”

Chapter 24

Tag List:  @lohnes16, @prokey16, @tenaciousperfectionunknown, @teambarnes72, @mrsevans90

[starkerscoop]

limitless devotion

Two words: devoted Tony

also on ao3

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With all of the hormonal shifts Peter was experiencing throughout his pregnancy, just about anything could set him off. It always happened at the most unexpected times, and as a result his loved ones began to walk on eggshells around him. Their hesitance served to upset him further, and they resigned themselves to acting the way they usually did, knowing that any move they made could be the wrong one. Peter was aware of how uncomfortable that made all parties involved. He did his best to keep his emotions in check, but sometimes it couldn’t be helped.

One such occasion came on what had been a calm Thursday night. Tony had come home from work earlier than usual, his worry for Peter shooting through the roof the further he got into pregnancy. He wanted to be around as much as possible and was planning on taking time off of work to be there for Peter and the baby. Once he did, he wouldn’t go back until the baby was at least a year old. He’d never been as thankful as he was now for his privilege as owner and CEO.

Tony had left Peter to rest in their bedroom, unable to lie still after Peter drifted off. He found himself in the kitchen, the bright light from the refrigerator illuminating his face, and rummaged around until he found a container of pistachio ice cream. Peter was on a pistachio kick as of late, to the point where Tony could easily find at least five pistachio-flavored items in the kitchen if he felt inclined to.

He tugged off the lid and tossed it onto the counter. With one hand cradling the container to his chest, Tony felt around blindly for a spoon. His fingers curled along the cool silver of a spoon laying conveniently by the sink, and he snatched it up with a small, victorious cheer. Armed with everything he needed to enjoy his ice cream, Tony wandered over to the nearest couch and plopped down. He dug his spoon into the container before feeding himself, a satisfied hum leaving his mouth as the flavor hit his tongue. Tony switched on the TV and settled back, occasionally spooning himself ice cream. This is the life of kings, he thought.

Tony was brought out of his contented state when he heard a gasp from the entrance to the living room. He glanced over to check out the source of the sound and found Peter staring at him with wide, betrayed eyes.

“Are you okay, honey?” Tony asked, concern filling his chest.

Peter’s face fell, tears making their way to his eyes. “You ate my ice cream.”

“You can have the rest,” Tony assured him, holding out the container. When faced with silence, he peered down at the container and was horrified to find it empty. “Pete…”

“I’ve been saving that all week,” Peter sniffled. “You know how I crave pistachio. I wanted to have it on our movie night on Friday. I was so excited to finally eat it.”

“I’ll get you more before we have our movie night,” Tony promised. “I’ll get some first thing tomorrow.”

Peter sighed woefully. “They’re out of pistachio, Tony. There’s a shortage. If I could’ve gotten more I would’ve just done it.”

As Tony struggled to come up with a response, Peter turned away, shaking his head. He paused on his way out of the living room, just long enough to say, “I think it’s best if you sleep in a different room tonight. Take the couch if you’re feeling creative. I just can’t look at you right now.”

With that said, Peter returned to the master bedroom with slumped shoulders. The moment he was out of earshot, Tony fell back on the couch, groaning. The thing was, Peter had told Tony that he was saving the ice cream for their movie night. He’d been buzzing with happiness at the time. How could Tony have forgotten?

It felt worse to know that Peter wasn’t angry. He was upset and disappointed, and sure, ice cream may seem like a trivial thing to be upset over in the first place, but Tony preferred that his husband be cheerful. He strived to keep a smile on his face at all times, would do anything and everything to make him laugh. To know that he was failing and, furthermore, actively saddening Peter, was a kick to the gut.

“FRIDAY,” Tony barked, determination crossing his face. “Find me the nearest place that sells pistachio ice cream.”

“A Crossroads County Market in Wausau, Wisconsin is the closest grocery store with pistachio ice cream listed on its inventory. Would you like me to schedule a flight for tomorrow?” FRIDAY asked, not at all phased by the absurdity of the situation.

Just like her creator, she would go to extreme lengths to please Peter. It was a trait that could be found in all of Tony’s children. It made him proud, especially because he hadn’t programmed them to be that way. It served as further confirmation that Tony had chosen the right person to spend forever with.

“That’ll take too long.” Tony shook his head. “Send up Mark L. We’re going on a nighttime adventure.”

FRIDAY didn’t respond, but Tony didn’t need her to. He knew his command would be followed and was proven right when Mark L settled on the landing pad outside. Tony made his way out and joined the suit, allowing it to melt over his skin until he was fully covered. He usually kept this suit with him in case of emergencies, but this time it was in the lab for some tweaks. Tony hadn’t gotten to those yet, too absorbed by Peter’s presence and later by the TV.

He set off for Wisconsin at once, grumbling slightly when his interface lit up with his estimated time of arrival. The two hours he had until he reached his destination would be felt without a doubt, but it was a small price to pay to make his sweetheart happy. Besides, he had AC/DC to keep him company.

“FRI, be a dear and turn up the speakers.” Tony grinned, twirling in the sky when the first notes to AC/DC’s “Back in Black” trilled through the suit.

This would be fun.

-

It was not fun.

Tony reached the store five minutes before closing. The exhausted employees inside were sending him not-so-subtle scathing glares, but Tony paid them no mind. He was sorry to bother them, but he had a pregnant husband at home to take care of. With only a few minutes left, Tony was scurrying around the store like a chicken with its head cut off, desperate to find some pistachio ice cream.

He was able to find a freezer stocked with ice cream, but it was filled to the brim with different flavors and he was forced to take them all out to check the back. There, in the farthest corner, was a gallon of pistachio ice cream. Tony reached for it with eager hands, scooping it up and holding it to himself protectively. He shoved all the other containers back in the freezer, having enough wits about him left to be more courteous to the employees than he had been.

Tony made it to the checkout counter with thirty seconds left until closing. He had a terrifying moment where he thought he didn’t have money with him, but he managed to find a hundred dollar bill in one of his pockets, and tried not to feel offended when the cashier scrutinized it with suspicious eyes.

His bill seemed to pass the test, because the cashier shrugged and kept it, giving him his change and his ice cream.

“Have a nice night.” Tony nodded at the cashier, dropping all of his change into the tip jar. The cashier brightened up, giving Tony their first smile of the night. It was bright enough that their cheeks must have hurt from the stretch.

“Goodnight, sir. Thank you for the tip.”

Tony wasted no time hopping back into his suit. The adrenaline that had come with his frantic rush was slowly dwindling, and as Tony set off on his journey home with the hard-earned ice cream clutched to his chest, he grew more aware of the intense ache behind his eyes. FRIDAY didn’t say anything about the frequent rate at which his eyes were slipping shut. At least, not until he almost flew head-first into a cell phone tower.

“Boss, may I suggest switching to autopilot before you fall asleep?” FRIDAY prodded.

Tony’s eyebrows slanted downwards. “No you may not.”

“The ice cream will be safe,” she assured him.

Tony heaved an exhausted sigh. “It goddamn better be, FRIDAY, or I’ll replace you with an Alexa.”

Anything FRIDAY might have said in retort fell upon deaf ears. Tony was asleep within seconds. She watched over him and his ice cream throughout the entire journey home, carefully avoiding planes and birds alike, with the tightest grip she could manage without breaking the container.

It was nearing three in the morning by the time they settled on the landing pad. FRIDAY hesitated, torn between allowing her creator to get his rest and rousing him so he could get in bed. She decided to guide the suit into the penthouse, towards the guest room closest to the master suite. She wanted to respect Peter’s earlier words, and she knew Tony was happiest when closest to Peter, so this seemed like the best compromise possible at the moment.

FRIDAY commanded the front of the suit to glide back into its housing unit. The sudden lack of support had Tony collapsing face-forward onto the bed in the guest room. She made sure his breathing wasn’t muffled by the pillows, briefly concerned by his rough fall, before allowing the suit to take full form again and heading to the kitchen.

Her last, and seemingly most important, task was to place the tub of ice cream in the freezer. Once that was taken care of, FRIDAY sent the suit back to the lab and aimed her focus at the CCTV cameras stationed around and in the tower, as per her usual night routine. No one would be harming the Starks under her watch.

In the quiet of the night, peace settled over the penthouse.