#And have tai lung be like “…this is agonizing but no”. There could be so much comedy. So much emotional potential.

[caterpillarinacave]

did… did they not rewatch the first three movies when they made the fourth kung fu panda movie

[alpines-bucky]

No one said Starks weren't a little dramatic

This is the first time I write Tony x daughter reader I hope you guys like it :)

Word Count: 2319 ( Things got a bit out of my hands while I was editing and eventhough it's edited I can't promise that there aren't any typos and I dtill wasn't satisfied with what I wrote but 🤷‍♀️Ig )

Warnings: Major character death, a lot of angst

Y/N loses her dad when he decides to save the universe with a snap of his fingers but when did anyone see a Stark not getting what they want? Let me answer for you, Never. ( AKA Y/N gambles with time and space and universes surprisingly there isn't any VA involved cause in my opinion they suck to save her dad but apparently there are always consequences)

Y/N had arrived at her destination albeit being a little late. She wanted to be there when the team tried to go back in time to get the Stones in hopes of saving aunt Tasha too but she had one and only shot at this so she had to make do with what she had. What she didn’t realise was she accidentally changed universes instead of going back in time.

The way she found out that the place she had arrived wasn’t when or where she intented to was Morgan, the little girl with big Brown eyes who had total control over her older sister the second they met. Y/N had to lay low and do her research before approaching them. But when she heard about Morgan she had to meet her before doing what she came to do. And that’s exactly what she did.

She found Morgan in a house by the lake with a woman who she assumed was Pepper.Her visit was short since she couldn’t afford getting caught by Pepper which would mean jeopardising the whole plan she had spent months making. She left a message for her dad before going off to save the man itself.

Her dad was fighting with Thanos when she arrived to the scene. The more she looked around the more it looked like the place she fought along with her dad and that meant one thing, she had to act quick.

‘’I am inevitable’’ Thanos said as he snapped his finger but nothing happened. Confused, he looked at his gauntlet to find that the Stones that were there a minute ago were no longer in their places. He looked around to see that Tony had them somehow.

‘’And I’m Iron Man’’ said Tony full of emotions as he was about to snap his fingers. He thought having all six Stones in his hands would kill him being a mortal and he was fine with it if that meant she could ensure his family’s security but he felt nothing. He thought he had died instantly but he found out that wasn’t the case when he got startled by an unknown voice.

‘’Oh, the hell with that!’’ said a girl who wore a similar suit to Tony’s. She seemed to appear out of nowhere. Which confused both man further.

‘’Who the hell are you?’’ asked Tony. Who the hell was mad enough decided to mess up the only chance of him stopping the big purple psycho of a man.

‘’Who do you think?’’ said the girl, winking at him confidentally but her eyes told a different story. There was sadness in them, grief and loss but it seemed like she was happy at the same time.What surprised him was the familiarity she carried but he couldn’t put his finger on it. So he searched her suit for some clues which led up to him finding the Stones. She was the reason he was not dead, she somehow got possession of the Stones.

‘’Kid, no!’’ yelled Tony. He attempted to get closer to her but she snapped her fingers before he could stop her. Everything stilled for a second. The other avengers thought Tony had done it as Thanos’ soldiers had started to turn to dust all of a sudden but when they found a girl that they’ve never seen before in the arms of Tony with fetal injuries they were puzzled. They gathered around Tony and the girl who struggled tos tay alive.

‘’I made it! I… I saved you, Dad.’’Tony was shocked at her words. He was processing what he heard as Pepper landed next to them and kneeled. They couldn’t Wrap their heads around what was happening but they both were not going to let a dying kid down for sure.

She had a difficulty breathing, she was in agonizing pain but she had a peaceful smile on her face. She tried to lift her hand but it pained her more, she whimpered. Tony sensed her intentions and put her hand on his cheek for her. He put his hand on top of her, gave it a gentle squeeze. ‘’Friday, what do we have?’’ asked Tony.

‘’3 to 4 degree burns from her right hand up to her face. Internal bleeding. Her lungs are collapsing... Life functions critical.’’ Answered the voice from both of the suits. Pepper grimaced, she didn’t know who this girl was but she had sacrificed herself for Tony, the man she referred ‘dad’. ‘’Who are you?’’ asked Pepper.

‘’I’m–‘’ she coughed, blood was pooling in her mouth. ‘’I’m surprised you couldn’t figure it out yet…’’ she let out a bloody laugh. ‘’I’m Y/N. Y/N Stark.’’ She said with her last breath. That shook the whole group to their cores. The girl wasn’t lying or confusing Tony with someone else. The girl who lied in his Tony’s arms nonbreathing was infact the daughter of Tony Stark. From the moment they realised the truth everything was a blur to the Stark Family and the avengers.

Y/N was Tony’s first daughter who had died in a cross fire 7 years ago. She was a teenager at the time. She would have been a few years older than Peter if she had lived. It was a wrong place wrong time type of situation, she had died on the scene. Tony had nightmares after that, his insomnia got worse. He had blamed himself although it had nothing to do with him. The guilt ate him alive day by day. He realised why the girl’s eyes were so familiar to him now, she was his Y/N/N. A grown, older version of her, but his Y/N nontheless.

He didn’t think he could recover from her death but losing her, seeing her die in his arms for the second time ruined him. He had no idea what was happening outside of his head, he was in a trance, he had stayed still looking at his hands where Y/N laid. Until his little girl, Morgan came up to him with a disk in hand and said ‘’Daddy! Daddy! A girl called Y/N wanted me to give this to you’’ That got everyone’s attention.

Tony told Friday to scan the disk and display whatever is in it. When he saw Y/N in front of her, he couldn’t stop the tears from falling and when she started speaking as if she could see her Tony lost it. He couldn’t hear her because of his own sobs, he didn’t even realised the rest of the avengers and his wife as they piled in the room when they heard Tony and Y/N’s voice. He had to stop the hologram a few times to gather himself. When he got control of his breathing, he built up his courage and displayed it all over again.

‘’Hey dad. I’m assuming since you are watching this I suceed. I’ve saved you.’’ She had to stop for a second to take a breath in to compose herself. ‘This time’ she said under her breath but Friday caught it.

‘’You are wondering how the hell I am alive. Well… For starters, I didn’t know that I was dead in this world which… makes you realise that I’m not from this world. I’m actually from what you call an alternative universe. Things got out of hand in my universe after… after you… Oh shit! This is too hard. I knew I couldn’t do this shit! I can’t even talk to my own god damn suit picturing it as my hypothetical dad without messing it up’’ that made a few people chuckle and a few others tos mile. The girl really was his father’s child after all.

‘’Okay I’m hoping you either won’t have to watch this or I can cut that part before giving it to Morgan. Anyways, I’m rambling.’’ Tony saw his younger self in Y/N which put a sad smile to his face. This was something he never got to experience before. To see her this grown up. To see a pieces of him in her.

‘’ So things went down hill after you did the whole ‘I’m Iron Man’ thing –which by the way I’m still mad at you about­- You… You died in my hands, dad.’’ She gulped. She had begun crying a while ago but now that she was talking about her dad’s death, she felt like the lump in her throat got bigger and bigger, suffocating her. ‘’ I was all alone for years! You were all I had and then within a second you were gone! I didn’t have anyone else!’’ She tried to calm herself. She wasn’t recording this to make him feel guilty or get answers she was possibly never going to hear. This was a goodbye. A goodbye she knew he deserved just like how she did from him.

‘’That’s why I made the decision to change it but I accidentally changed universes instead of going back in time. But this was my only chance, only shot at making it right. And then I found out that I had died in this universe and you had moved on. Good for you, dad. I’m really proud of you. You did what I couldn’t. It was a relief to know that you were happy and that you had a family now. I thought for a second that maybe the blip didn’t happen. That in this universe, you had a lovely life and I thought for a second maybe I could be in it too. Stay with you but that hope was shortly lived.’’ She gave a sad smile.

‘’And now I’m about to go to the battle field. Before I go, I have to say, I don’t know how if there is any way for me to stop you. I can’t take it all back but I will do anything to not let another girl grow up without her dad. And I ain’t going to let my own sister down. Oh, did you know that I always wanted a sister?’’ she chuckled making Tony’s heart warm. It has been so long since he heard his daughter chuckle the damn way he does. She stopped for a second to think ‘’Well, she has the Stark charm, that’s for sure. I only knew her for a few hours and she had me the second we met. I wish I could be there for her as her older sister. I would give anything to see her grow up but if that has to be for only one of us to see, I’d rather that be you because I’ve been there. I know how hard it is to lose your dad. I could see clearly what she would have to go through and the moment I realised that I knew what I had to do. I would stop you at all costs and since this reacording is being played I could sleep peacefully knowing she has you.’’ She smiled with tears escaping her eyes once again. Tony was full of emotions. His daughter he has been longing for years was right in front of him but way too far away at the same time.

With a sigh she started ‘’ You have people you can hold on to. I never did. Pepper, Morgan, Rhodey, the spider kid... Hold on to them Tony. Hold on to the team. Oh, speaking of the team, tell them I love them and I missed them so badly. I’m sorry. I thought I was going to have more time to talk And maybe if a miracle happens and we all can manage to stay alive I could tell you all about it but I have to go now. Have an old man to save’’ She saluted and looked around right where the broken team of Avengers were with longing in her eyes. She moved closer to the disk to cut the recording but decided against it the last second. Tony hung his head, his heart broke to hear the hope in her voice when he knew what already happened. He thought this was the end of the recording but he looked up when he heard her talking and she had turned to him and looked right at him as if she knew where he was stated. That sent shivers up Tony’s spine.

‘’I know you think I made the wrong decision but I saved you. I refuse to let you down once again. I refuse to see you die in front of me once again. I’m not sorry for what I’m about to do, I knew the consequences when I made this plan months ago. I’m only sorry because although I tried so much to have the future we always talked about with you, I won’t be able to, Tones. But Morgan will be. And I would give up anything for that little girl. And for you.’’ She said as she caressed the necklace Tony gave her when she was a child. She took the chain out of her neck and put it somewhere Tony couldn’t see. And Tony knew this was only a tape but he tried to hold on to his daughter, to stop her from going out there. His breath caught in his throat when his hands went through Y/N’s body. He fell to his knees.

‘’ But hey if it turns out that I, this badass manage to get both of us home in one peace one we can laugh our asses off as we watch me being the drama queen that I am… Well, no one said Starks weren’t a bit dramatic.’’ The heart Tony thought had broken to a million pieces broke further as he heard the tremble in her voice as she tried to put her brave face on. But she couldn’t hide it when one last tear escaped from her slightly swollen eyes as she ended the recording.

Why do I never have good endings? Cause I write in the middle of the night when I feel sad most of the time and it's easier to write sad than it is to write happy.

I hope you liked it. I would love to hear your thoughts on this one. I'd also like to discuss if you'd like the alternative ending that could be a happy one :)

[blckandbruises-a]

tagging for mention: @nowgrim, @fataltune (Qrow)

Cobalt almost spat his coffee, the bitter taste hanging on his tongue. Blue eyes flashed red as he glared at the man on the other side of the screen. “You two are where?”

Qrow Branwen raised a finger on the other end of the call, blue-tinted visage in the scroll hushing his son. That only seemed to make Cobalt’s blood boil more. “Yell louder, why don’t ya. You’ll get thrown out and give away our position.” 

Cobalt bit back a stern reply. His messy dark hair hung around him, a large coat covering his outfit. The sleeves were folded back to let Sinister and Dexter breathe, the gauntlets freshly tuned just for this little adventure. But it was an adventure in trying to keep up with his family, apparently, which just made him all the more furious. Still, he took a deep breath, settling deeper on his ride side into the booth of the café. Distant announcers called for the departing flights to Atlas, a word that still made his stomach tight. 

Atlas. Where it had all gone so wrong. The beast inside growled furiously somewhere near his heart, and he could feel it writhing angrily as if stirred. Of course he was tense. Every memory of Atlas was painful, and those were the ones that came to him in quiet moments when he closed his eyes and was drawn back to the slab, machines overhead...

His coffee was getting cold. He took it in hand and took a sip, trying to ignore the burn. Airport coffee was the worst. “You didn’t wait? You didn’t even bother telling me?”

“Call it fatherly impulse,” Qrow said looked back at him through the screen, hunched over his scroll in a bar. Cobalt could hear the distant sounds of the trains outside, of commuters going hither and yon, and, most painfully, a familiar pair of voices chirping in excitement. For a moment, as they both heard them, their faces softened in that same way. It was like looking into an aged, more haunted reflection of himself. “I didn’t want to drag you back there.”

“I’ll be okay,” Cobalt said, but Qrow’s brow only furrowed. His father was always good at picking out lies. Cobalt was forced to look away, compounding the guilt. “It’s not your baggage to carry, Pop. It’s mine. I’m not gonna burden you, Rubes, or Yang with it. Alright?”

Qrow sighed, a hiss through the signal. “That’s not how that works, kiddo,” He said, Cobalt looking back to his scroll at last, “Ruby won’t let you hold that weight yourself. Neither would Yang. And sure as Hell me. We’re family. Family looks out for each other.”

“There’s a but coming, isn’t there?”

Qrow frowned. “But, it’s more than just us on this mission. The sooner ‘it’ is safe, the better. We couldn’t delay, or make a detour. And I know where you’d want to go. It’s the last place you should. You leveled that lab, anyway, right? What could you possibly get there?”

Cobalt froze up. Suddenly, he was back on the slab, the light shining down, the machines pumping something evil into him. The result snarled protectively in his stomach. What business was it of Qrows? He was too much trouble, was that it?? “Closure, maybe,” Cobalt finally said, lowering his head as his messy bangs hid the red bleeding into the blue of his eyes, “or a way to get better.”

His father didn’t speak for the longest time. Cobalt could tell Qrow was weighing what words to say. “Then wait until we finish this. Okay? We’ll come get you once this is over.”

Cobalt snorted, raising his eyes again. Fury boiled in his blue hues. “What did Professor Ozpin call it? The never-ending battle?”

Qrow snorted, a smile creeping onto his weathered face. It wasn’t sly or cheeky-just a genuine, sad smile. “Doesn’t mean I’m leavin’ you outta the fight. Someone’s gotta keep an eye on the homefront.”

“Uncle Tai can do that. So can Aunt Raven, or just about anyone else. Don’t pretend this isn’t about you not wanting me to tear myself apart over what they did to be in that lab.”

The smile faded. “It’s what I’d do. And you didn’t fall far from the tree, kid.”

“No,” Cobalt said, his throat tight, “neither of us did.” They were quiet for a long time. And then, Cobalt looked to his father. “Can I see her?” Qrow lifted the camera, the screen rising to show the top of his head, and in the distance, a familiar flash of red. Ruby and Yang were busy conducting tug-of-war with a bag of some kind, Weiss sitting with them, along with their friends. For a moment, the most agonizing pride and happiness came into his chest. “It’s not fair.”

Qrow pulled the camera back to his face. “Cobalt, we’ve already discussed this-”

“Not that.” Cobalt choked a little on his words. His eyes burned, but with another sort of red this time. A smile broke his face wide in half-just like his father’s. “When did she get so big, Pop? Now she’s off saving the world. Remind you of anyone?”

Qrow laughed a little, but it felt held back. “Yeah. She’s a dead ringer for Summer, alright.”

“Yeah. But she’s not the only parent she took after.”

Qrow smiled, just a little. He opened his mouth to say something, but a voice cut instead. “Cobalt Branwen?” Cobalt turned, looking up to meet a sea of white. A clean-cut, dark-haired man stood in a clean, immaculate white suit, the symbol of Atlas’ Specialist Corps on his black tie. A battle harness was over the suit, various weapons sticking out of it. He was flanked by the newer generation Atlesian Knights, some of the patrons recoiling from them. No wonder, after how they saw what they did in Vale. 

Cobalt scowled. “I’ll call you back.”

“Hey,” Qrow barked over the line, “don’t make a scene, alright? No need to, y’know, go Beast Mode.”

Cobalt whirled, giving his father an incredulous look. “I am not calling it that.”

“Why not?” Qrow shrugged, grinning through the screen, “It works. You could even put a hashtag in front of it.”

“Dad.”

The Specialist cleared his throat. “Mr. Branwen.”

“Tell ‘em I’m busy,” Qrow said, chuckling. A glass clinked out of frame, before he pulled it to his lips. “Remember: no Beast Mode.”

“Dad!” But Qrow had already hung up, the screen timing out to his background. A picture of Ruby, Yang, and Cobalt looked back at him. Better days, when Yang had just been accepted into Beacon. When the world was as young and innocent as they were, at least to their eyes. 

“Mr. Branwen,” the Specialist repeated more sternly, stepping forward. 

Cobalt slowly looked to him, turning off his scroll and pocketing it. He was pretty much cornered in this booth. Maybe this was why Dad stuck to barstools instead. “Just hung up, remember? But if you want me to pass a note along, I’ll try to remember it.” He picked up his coffee, taking a sip. Ugh, it’d gotten lukewarm. Somehow it tasted even worse. 

He heard the Specialist bristle. Good. “Cobalt Branwen, my name is Lance Corporal Wilhelm Braun of the Atlas Specialist Corps, Asset Retrieval Division. By order of General Ironwood-”

“Wait, what?” Cobalt said, looking shocked at the Specialist, “Dude, I am so sorry to hear that.”

The Lance Corporal blinked big brown eyes. He must’ve been new, or not properly filled in about Cobalt’s disposition. “Excuse me?”

“Your parents must’ve hated you. Who the hell names their kid Lance Corporal?”

Wilhelm balked. Cobalt saw his spine stiffen and shoulders tense, and heard gloved hands ball into fists. It drove his predatory smirk wider. “I-It’s not my name, it’s a rank! Now, by order of-”

“-General Ironwood and the Council,” Cobalt parroted, speaking in perfect synch with the Specialist (but in a much more deadpan tone, “you are hereby placed under arrest to be returned to Atlas to face charges of vandalism and murder’. Yeah, yeah, Will, I’ve heard this bit before. So, what, I get charged for my work now that I’m not a Specialist?”

“Vandalism and a bad attitude will not be tolerated-” Wilhelm paused. “Wait, you were a member of the Special Ops?”

Cobalt blinked big blue eyes. He snorted into Dexter, trying to cover his laugh with a hand. “Did you even read the file on me?”

The Lance Corporal’s blush went to the tip of his ears. Customers had already started to file out behind him and the machines. The well-collected Specialist was ruffled now, looking to the side. “I...may have skimmed it. It doesn’t matter!” He said, looking back to Cobalt as he furrowed his brow. “Knights! Seize him!”

A knight reached out a robotic hand, electric handcuffs open for his wrist. Cobalt reached out his right hand to meet it, turned his palm to face it. There was a flash and eruption of blue energy as his palm repulsor fired once, the beam taking the Knight’s head clean off. Turning as the knight fell backwards, neck smoking and sizzling from where it’s head used to be, Cobalt grabbed the warm coffee and tossed it at the Lance Corporal. Wilhelm yelped and recoiled, his suit stained with the dark ichor, giving Cobalt enough time to slip past him and start towards the door. 

“Freeze!”

A knight grabbed the back of his coat as Wilhelm barked, stumbling as he tried to recover from the shock of the soaking defense. Cobalt turned into the machine’s grip, Sinister and Dexter’s claws deployed. Sinking six long blades into the robot’s middle, Cobalt tugged hard and grunted. The Knight fell into two pieces, it’s hand vainly gripping at the coat and tugging it from Cobalt as it fell. The final machine lunged forward, and Cobalt met it in a flurry of strikes. One slash went through it’s head, another through it’s outstretched hand, shoving it into it’s own chest. In a frenzy of cuts and slices, the Knight fell, maimed and ruined. Cobalt turned to face Wilhelm. 

He could feel the Lance Corporal’s fear. His eyes were wide, pupils shrunk in delicious terror. Fear. Despair. Shock. So good. So very good to the Beast. It smelled blood in the water, and wanted a taste. Cobalt bit back a sigh, trying to remember who he was. The Grimm in him felt those negative emotions, drawn to them like a moth to the moon. But Cobalt could resist it.

For now. 

Cobalt turned back to the door, only to freeze at once to take it all in. Lines of Knights and Specialists met him, making a wall between him and the rest of the airport. Cobalt stepped to the door, as humans and robots raised their blades and rifles. “Cobalt Branwen!” A voice snapped amid the crowd, “By Order of General Ironwood and the Council-”

“He already said that!” Cobalt snapped, looking back to the Lance Corporal. Seemingly, Wilhelm had recovered, enough to take in the large force outside. 

“I-I don’t understand. I thought it was just me and a few Knights.”

Cobalt looked to the Lance Corporal, so eager to prove himself, to the massive force outside. For just one man, this was gross overkill. But for Cobalt, for what he was inside, it was a proportional response. But Wilhelm hadn’t been told that much. “Because you were the lure, Lance Corporal,” Cobalt said, blue eyes becoming a more solid red as he looked to the scared man once more, “You, scared and in over your head, with all those negative emotions-you were bait. It’s how the Special Corps operates.”

Wilhelm looked to Cobalt, eyes shrinking again. “But I-”

“Freeze!” The voice snapped over the speakers, “Lance Corporal, stand down! We will open fire!”

“But I’m on your side!” Wilhelm said, shocked and terrified. So much terror, so much despair. 

The Beast in his stomach growled, and it came out of Cobalt’s lips. It echoed off of the empty airport, silencing everything with it’s inhuman delight. Cobalt’s body began to shake, skin growling pale, veins growing black. 

No Beast Mode. No Beast Mode. 

“Fire at will!”

Okay. Beast Mode.

It happened all at once. Cobalt leaped at Wilhelm, skin turning to deep black fur, white horns growing out of his lengthening mane. His face elongated into a muzzle, white fangs flashing as his fingers turned to claws. His clothes grew with him, legs growing digitigrade as a long, tufted tail grew from his back. He was on Wilhelm in an instant as the rifles opened fire. His body soaked up every blast as the Beast shielded Wilhelm from the initial onslaught. But the terror, the fear-it was so much. It was so close. His mouth opened, a sigh leaving him with steam on his breath. He needed it, need to taste more-

A blast shook his side, and Cobalt turned to face the tide. The Beast rose to meet them, a roar on his lips as he charged forward. He shoved his head downwards into one soldier, goring their middle with a horn. The screams went up as Cobalt cut through machines and men alike, a flurry of fur and claw. Repulsors were forgotten in favor of tearing through everything between him and the exit. 

For a moment, Cobalt lost himself in his berserk fury. But his senses came back slowly, as he slammed a line of robots into a wall. Four paws hit the pavement as he loped down one long tunnel. There were too many negative emotions here. He tried to clear his head, the Beast racing into the shadows, out of sight of cameras and soldiers. The monster slipped away, and began to shrink in the shadows. Cobalt dived into a pile of luggage as he shrunk to his human form, the Beast boiling away into ashes. The huntsman tried to catch his breath, feeling sick to his stomach at his delight, even as the monster roared inside him. 

Cobalt looked up as soldiers and machines swept by the luggage bay. In the distance, he could make out a military transport, sparsely guarded. They’d deployed everything to find him. He watched as the soldiers began to spread out, searching for him. One came near, armor hiding his features. He was just about Cobalt’s size.

Perfect.

With both of them out of sight, Cobalt tugged the soldier into the pile, wrapping an arm around his neck. His other hand slid under the helmet, pushing it off as he covered the man’s mouth. He kicked and shook, but then slowly stopped, unconscious. Cobalt looked around, and started to take apart the man’s armor. He tried not to think about the fear and anxiety surrounding him now, like a woman’s perfume or the tempting flavor of drink. He tried to ignore the sick feeling in his stomach, the need to pounce, to strike, to kill. He placed the armor on over his clothes, and pulled hard on one thought, one single objective: Ruby. 

He had to get to Ruby.

And he had to be better than this when he did.