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honeyleesblog · 1 year ago

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June 26 ZODIAC

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heythereunderoos · 5 years ago

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Catching a Killer

Pairing: Forensic Anthropologist!Peter x FBI Agent! Tony Word Count: 1865 Warnings: Graphic depictions of death?

This was the first time the pair had been on a case in months. With Peter having traveled to Laos to catalog new bones discovered there and Tony having returned from his summons to the Pentagon. The two were a little on edge. Peter was excited to see the agent again, though he'd never say that aloud, and he could feel himself flushing with anticipation. Tony, though just having arrived home was trying to leave for vacation and this case just happened to get in his way.

"Is there any way you can hurry this up, kid? Just give it your best guess and I'll put someone in cuffs so I can catch my flight?"

Peter released a loud huff, choosing to ignore both Agent Stark and his ridiculous nicknames, as well as choosing to believe his flush was a result of the sun sat high in the sky. Peter could feel the sun beating down on his back, but was far too engrossed on the partially decayed remains in front of him and the markers bred within the bone that could help identify who this person was.

"From what I can see, she's female. Presence of wisdom teeth indicates they're over eighteen. Width and shape of the pelvic bone would concur with those deductions." Peter pauses for a second, snapping a pair of latex gloves onto his hands before reaching down and slightly rotating the skull. "Normally I wouldn't be so quick to state this, but since someone has a flight to catch, I figured I should inform you that from what I can currently see, it would seem the manner of death here is a homicide considering this large blunt force trauma to the back of the skull that could indicate cause of death."

"Petey, baby, I would say that a girl gettin' her skull bashed in is more than indicative of foul play." At this, Peter turned his head over his shoulder, still squatted over the body and sent the man a chilling glare. Despite what it seemed from the outside, the pair made a good team, though always fighting over seemingly trivial things, always managed to crack the case and put the bad guy in cuffs.

The agent looked at his shoes and adjusted his tie, trying to escape the look he knew was geared towards the stupid pet names that Peter absolutely despised. But Peter knew that if he was ever in a jam, or in any form of danger that Tony would be there to save him, though the boy avidly claimed he was no damsel in distress.

Having put the agent in his place, the boy returned to his work of examining the person before him. It was evident to him that the body was partially buried: as every part of the body excluding the lower half of the girl's right arm was covered in adipocere.

"Hey Pete, why does half of her look like that?"

"Like what?"

"All waxy, it's kinda freakin' me out." Peter sighed, as he had moved over to examine the patch of green grass beneath the partially exposed radius and ulna, before collecting all of his jumbled thoughts to explain the answer to the older man's question.

"From what we can see here," The boy gestured to the waxy half of her body, "we know that she was partially buried. For the sake of time, what you need to know is that because dirt is so compact it lacks oxygen in comparison to above the ground. And as a result of it raining pretty recently, the dirt is a moist anaerobic environment, prime for creating adipocere from the body's fat. The fat reacts with the water in the dirt in a process you may know as hydrolysis and creates this waxy substance." Peter couldn't help the condescending tone that seeped into his words and honestly he didn't even care to try to take it back.

"Right, knew that." The agent shrugged, running a hand through his messy hair and trying to observe the boy working, but at a decent distance. Tony had been working for the FBI for 7 years and considering this was his line of work, dead bodies were no new sight, though he liked getting guts on the rug of his car even less than he liked finding people dead.

"Surely." The kid replied in a snarky tone, attempting to formulate some sort of time of death gap within his head as his eyes focused on the remnants of flesh that were beginning to slip off of the arm bones.

With a sigh, the kid stood to his feet and began removing the gloves, making his way back to the car.

"Where the hell are ya going kid? I didn't get much insight on what the hell happened to this girl!" Stark called after him, with his ridiculously tiny notebook and pen in hand, attempting to catch up to the younger scientist.

"From what I can tell, as indicated by the skin slippage, the body has been there for approximately 2 or 3 days? It's a little difficult to gauge time of death considering adipocere takes weeks to form over an entire body and yet the arm that was left to the elements looks as if it has only been there for a few days. So the answer to your question is: I have to run more tests. Back at the lab. So we're bagging up the body, and taking surrounding soil samples. I'm sure that Bruce can collect those, so you're going to drive me back to the lab."

"Oh really?"

"Yeah, really."

"Well I missed breakfast for this call, so you and I are gonna head to the diner and grab a piece of pie, how's that, sweet cheeks?"

"Please just drive, Tony."

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True to his word, Peter worked tirelessly at the lab, trying to discover the mystery of the accelerated rate of the formulation of adipocere and the slippage of skin. It had been long past 24 hours since he had eaten pie with Agent Stark, and though he could feel the exhaustion in his limbs, his mind was moving a mile a minute.

"Have you slept yet, kid?"

The boy laid the skull back on the lab table and let out a sigh, before shaking his head, his back still turned to the door and by extension, the agent.

"You really need to catch some z's in order for us to catch this guy, Pete." Still refusing to turn around, the boy stared over to the other lab table where another body laid.

"I know, Tony. This case...it's just...really getting to me." Peter swallowed the lump in his throat, attempting to shove down the load of emotions that came with working on cases like these. "I'm fine though, honestly, I feel like I could put in a couple more hours worth of work."

At this, Tony sighs, before crossing the threshold and grabbing the boy's forearm, turning him gently to face him. The agent smiled at the boy, a gentle smile, one that reassured the kid that no matter what happened, the older man would be there for him in whatever capacity he needed him to be. And so the boy gently smiled back.

"Please go nap on the couch, and I'll keep looking through what we have, see what I can find, okay?" Huffing in defeat, Peter nodded and slipped out of the room, towards his office where that heinous orange couch called his name.

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After days upon days of endless researching, swabbing, running things through the Mass Spectrometer, calculations, phone calls, pulling strings with higher ups, and far too many all-nighters, Stark had caught the man.

He was a nobody, just like they all were. Thinking they were somebody enough to take another's life, and that was part that made Peter shiver. That was the part that reminded Peter of how he lost his brother, Harley, to some absolute nobody.

It was cases like these that shook Peter to the core, and made him reconsider his occupation. Made him wonder if he was cut out for this: looking at corpses every day and helping Tony find criminals. Criminals who felt no remorse, or sometimes who couldn't even remember their victims' names. It was days like these when he realized that he couldn't be alone. Couldn't hold himself together without someone acting as glue.

So during days like these? Tony came over.

Peter would sob, hysterically, laid atop his bed and Tony would just hold him. Tony would card his fingers through the boy's knotted, curly locks, and press kisses to his forehead. Tony would just lay there and hum gently, as the boy curled into his chest.

Tony would let him fall apart, but he would always put him back together.

"T-Tony?" The boy called out in a gravelly voice, and the man stopped his humming.

"Yes, Pete?" The man's eyes shifted from where they were focused on his hand carding through Peter's hair, to the boy's honey brown eyes, before smiling gently at him.

"W-We can do this right?" At the boy's question the man quirked an eyebrow, continuing to run his fingers through the soft strands atop the boy's head. He thought for a moment before inquiring.

"Can we do what, babe?" The boy's fists were balled up in the man's t-shirt, and silent tears streamed down his round, flushed cheeks, before he spoke up again.

"We can keep doing this. We can find bodies...and run labs and-and catch killers? We can keep looking into the face of death in order to f-find justice right? These people deserve at least that, right?" The boy looked so lost, and Tony let a soft sigh escape his lips.

"Peter...I can't even fathom how difficult this must be. How hard it must be to get out of bed every day and know that what you do is what someone did for Harley all those years ago. But you have to recognize that we're better than them. We can, and we will make sure that all of those criminals receive proper punishment for the crimes they've committed and the lives they've destroyed. Petey, baby, what we do here, together is so incredibly difficult, so incredibly taxing in that every day adds up but Pete, we save the lives of those who were potential victims. We bring peace to families and I am so incredibly sorry that you may never know that peace, but you do amazing work." The boy was shaking in his arms and so Tony held him as tight as he could without causing him pain.

"D-Do you think that maybe one-one day we'll find whoever hurt, Harley?" The man held his breath, unsure of making false promises, but he shook his head gently to himself, before nodding with fervor.

"I think that if you and I put in the time and effort that we could, yeah." Peter barely nodded on the man's chest before his honey eyes locked with the older man's dark whiskey ones.

"You wouldn't mind? P-Postponing your trip to help me?" With an airy chuckle, the man kissed the younger boys forehead and shrugged.

"Eh, the Bahamas ain't really for me anyways. What do you say we take a trip up to the NYPD and look at those old case files? See what we can dig up?"

"I thought you'd never ask."

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Just wanted to say a quick thank you to everyone that read my story is supporting all of my work! I greatly appreciate it and hope you appreciated my first piece of work for Stark Week 2k19. Anyways this was based on the tv show Bones and so yeah! Love you guys and feel free to check me out on ao3

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nomadstevergxrs · 3 years ago

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Bones (A Marvel AU)

Characters in this chapter: Steve Rogers, Female Reader, Wanda Maximoff, Tony Stark, Peter Parker, Natasha Romanoff, Carl Lucas (Luke Cage), Jessica Jones, Cornell “Cottonmouth Stokes”

Warnings: Language, More talks about a dead body, Slight violence.

Pairings: None. (Eventual Steve Rogers x Reader)

Word Count: 1812

Summary: You are a forensic anthropologist working for the Smithsonian Institute in Washington D.C. when you and your team get recruited by the FBI to aid one of their top field agents, Special Agent Steve Rogers. Together, along with your colleagues/friends you put faces on the voiceless and throw the bad guys where they belong.

Author’s Note: So this is my first Marvel AU series and I’m quite nervous on how this is going to turn out. The series is going to be based on the TV show Bones and since the show is 12 seasons long I’m just going to base the series on some of my favorite episodes including the series finale coming out in the upcoming weeks. I only hope I do it justice. I want to thank @mrs-squirrel-chester for convincing me into writing this and for not only being as awesome beta but because she also made this kick-ass edit above.

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"Christ, how does anybody walk in these things?" you muttered to yourself, as both Steve and you stepped inside the gym.

Steve leaned in and whispered in your ear, "Well, ya know. Them boots? They ain't made for walking sweetheart." He pulled back and slapped you on the ass, making you gasp in surprise.

Before you could even open your mouth to curse out your partner, he leaned back in and whispered, "Just follow my lead Y/N."

You rolled your eyes at him but did what you were told. It didn't help that Steve looked handsome with what he was wearing. Well, he always looked handsome in his FBI suits, but today was different. He was more casual and carefree.

Walking past all of the fighters, there was one that caught your eye immediately, "Rogers heads up," you nudged him.

He turned his head and saw the fighter and her coach practicing her strikes, "Yeah I see. 5'9", southpaw." He mused, referring to the text he received from Wanda on the way to the gym.

"Can I help you, folks?" A loud voice called out prompting you both to tear your gaze on the female fighter.

There stood a man about the same height as Steve but leaner, his arms were crossed and his lips set into a thin line.

You waited for Steve to say something but when you looked over you noticed that he was doing some sort of tap dancing in place which you made a mental note to ask him about later.

"Holy shit babe, It's Cornell "Cottonmouth" Stokes," Steve said, snapping out of his nervous tick and wrapping his arm around your waist, pulling you close to him. You couldn't help but take in his scent of cologne.

"Cottonmouth?" you asked in feigned confusion.

"Yeah! That's how he left his opponents," Steve answered, reverting to his native New York accent.

"These days, it's just Cornell." The former boxer let out a chuckle.

"Sorry to bother you, Cornell, but you know you had a huge impact on my, uh, style back in the army," Steve explained and you weren't quite sure he was lying or telling the truth. "Ya know a juke to the body, followed by a right hook? Worked for me every time."

You thought it was cute that your partner was fanboying over one of his idols.

"Another Army fighter, Cornell? How many of these 'has beens' you get in here a week?" Another man came up from behind Cottonmouth, smirking devilishly as Steve's smile faded away into a scowl.

"At least this one still looks like he's in shape," Cottonmouth snapped.

"Oh, yeah!" you said in a low, sultry voice. "My man's in great shape. Believe me." You ran your fingers up his firm chest.

"Easy there, doll," Steve whispered loud enough for you to hear.

Cottonmouth was amused at the pair of you. "Let's see it, Army. Show us those moves that made you so famous."

You've sparred with Steve before, so you were confident in his moves. "Yeah, go ahead tiger! Show these clowns." You slapped him on his ass, making him jump.

"Yeah, maybe I will, okay? Jus- just a little.," he replied nervously, taking off his olive green jacket and handing it to you.

He walked over to the punching bag as you, Cottonmouth, and the other man looked on. "Yeah, come on, tiger," the other man mocked, who you later came to know as "Shades".

"Alright, let's see. A little, you know tap, you know," Steve nervously said as he lightly punched the punching bag. "A juke to the body, with a hard right, followed by a whole bunch of these-" He grunted as began striking the bag hard.

The three of you watched as Steve threw punches, which to be completely honest, seemed to turn you on. Looking on as the muscles in his back rippled every time he grunted as he punched the punching bag.

"He's pretty good," you heard Cottonmouth mutter to his partner Shades, shaking you from your thoughts.

You gave them a cocky grin. "So much for my 'has been' army fighter."

Cornell crossed his arms and nodded, "Not bad."

Steve grabbed the punching bag to keep it steady, then let go, walking over to you and wrapping his arms around your waist. "You know, I still got it-" he said before pressing a kiss against your cheek.

You were caught off guard as he pulled away from you. "Yeah, maybe a little too much." You gave him an I'm going to fucking kill you look.

Cornell let out a laugh. "What's your name?" he asked, clasping your partner's shoulder.

"M-My name?" Steve gulped nervously, "I-I-It's Jensen, Jake Jensen." He used the fake name you gave him. "This here's my fiancée, uh, Andrea Waldorf."

You let out a sultry chuckle, "We're more ''engaged to be engaged'."

He squeezed your waist, "Easy there, sweetheart."

"So you looking to train or what?" Asked Cottonmouth, studying Steve closely.

Your partner was flattered, "Ah, ya know, I don't fight no more." Steve replied in his thick Brooklyn accent, but they say you can direct me and Andi to a little you know, uh, 'underground action'?"

"They say a lot don't they?" Cornell raised his eyebrows in amusement, "But sorry, can't help you."

He turned towards Shades who was too busy staring at you, practically undressing you in his mind.

You feigned disappointment, "Ah, what did I tell you, baby? That guy was just trying to hit on me." You pouted, pointing at Shades, which made Steve give him a dark glare.

"Well, I do know a number you can call." Cornell answered with a cocky grin, "Not that I'd give it to just anybody."

Shades placed his hand on Cornell's shoulder, "Oh, come on, Cornell. They seem like such nice people."

"Yeah, we're nice people. Aren't we babe?" You turned towards Steve, giving him a sweet smile, which to be honest threw him off guard. Not because it was rare to see you give a smile that was directed towards him, but because it felt believable.

Just the way you would look at him and how you were dressed made his heart skip a beat.

"For you guys," Cornell's voice shook Steve from inappropriate thoughts of you, "Thousand ‘Bucks. Each."

Your partner was taken aback, "Whoa. That's a little steep-"

"No, Jakey, come on! We only live once and I want to see a fight." You walked over to the two men and pulled out a wad of cash from your cleavage and placed it on Shades' palm, making Cornell laugh at his partner's sudden expression.

"Must be a lucky man eh Jensen?" Shades raised an eyebrow at Steve who blushed, and then smiled weakly, "Yeah, I don't know what I'd do without her."

"God, It's human cock-fighting." Steve said in disgust as you both, along with the massive crowd of people watched as two men beat the living hell out of each other.

"More like lesser surrogates engaged in battles on behalf of the elite lords who don't dare to fight themselves," you replied nonchalantly, to which your partner gave you a weird look.

The two of you continued to watch the men fight until one of them punched the other so hard, he fell to the ground.

"Damn, that's gotta hurt," Steve said, not realizing the fighter heard.

The fighter got up and walked up to your partner, rage and anger etched on his face. "What in the hell are you looking at?" He growled at your partner.

Steve scoffed, "Not much. Pal"

Without warning, The fighter cocked his fist back and punched Steve hard, knocking him out.

Quickly, you rushed over to his side, "Hey Jake? Jake!" you called out to him but it was no use, he was out cold.

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"Sorry, Rogers. I just couldn't have you blowing my cover." Said Special Agent Carl Lucas, the man who knocked your partner out cold.

"Here." You handed him an ice pack for his face, then sat down beside him.

"Thanks, Bones." Steve replied, then winced when he placed the ice pack on the side of his face and winced, "Ahhhh, yeah. And as they taught us in Quantico, Luke, I wasn't about to.

You raised an eyebrow at Steve, "Do you know everyone in this town?"

He rolled his eyes at you, then turned back to Agent Lucas, "RICO op?"

Agent Lucas chuckled, "Yeah, I've been deep undercover for about a month and I still can't crack who's running the show."

"What do you know about Cornell Stokes?" Steve asked.

Agent Lucas sat on the bed opposite the one Steve and you sat, "Ah, low-level guy, one of many buffers." He answered, "That 800 number he sells changes with every event, so trying to track is like playing whack-a-mole."

"Wait a sec," You said, getting up from the bed and grabbing your bag, pulling out a photo of Billie Morgan, "Have you ever seen her fight at the club?"

"Uh, yeah. It's, uh, Billie something right?" The agent asked as he took a closer look at the picture, "Yeah. 4-to-1 underdog. Oh, she whooped this hot white girl pretty good."

"White girl? About 5'9", left-handed?" You asked, hoping he was speaking about the fighter back at the gym.

"Yeah, Jessica Jones." Lucas answered, "Tough as nails and undefeated before your girl came along." He added, referring to Billie.

"What if Billie bet on herself?" Steve asked as he got up from the bed.

"You know what?" You replied, doing the math in your head, "With the money that Don borrowed - $8,000 - ya know, 4-to-1 odds? That had to get them to their feet in a hurry. Maybe that's what got her killed."

"Well then," Steve walked over to the nightstand and grabbed his keys, "We gotta talk to this Jessica Jones person."

"Wait, Rogers!" Agent Lucas called out, prompting your partner to turn around.

"We have a bit of a problem." The agent said softly.

"Oh?" you raised an eyebrow, "And why is that?"

He let out a low chuckle, then winced as he rubbed his right wrist, "Well, I sprained my wrist two fights ago with no chance to heal." Carl explained, " If I lose another bout, I'm off the rotation."

"So what do we do?" Steve asked as he leaned against the doorway.

The room went silent for a moment, everyone in the room thinking about a solution until you finally spoke up, "Roger's a boxer. He can replace you."

"Excuse me?" Steve questioned you.

"I'm just saying, if we can find a way to get you into the rotation, you can fight Carl and lose, and then he can stay and maybe have a chance to heal."

Steve sat there, pensive for a moment before finally nodding, "I'll do it."

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spidercakes · 4 years ago

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Starker high school AU featuring fem!Omega!Tony and alpha!Peter where Tony is well known for being a real bitch to anyone who tries to court him. Peter knows better than to think he hates getting gifts.

Warning for references to domestic violence (Howard).

Peter watches Tony from across the hall trying mostly unsuccessfully to shove his stuff into his locker. He’s already in a bad mood that much is clear but when Justin Hammer walks up looking far too confident his mood appears to take a nosedive for the worst. He watches Tony turn away from trying to stuff his leather jacket into his locker to Hammer, aggression clear in his features but that doesn’t seem to deter Hammer any. Bad sign, Tony hates that but Peter leaves him to it because its almost funny to watch Tony tear his suitors to shreds and he’s mean when he gets going. Or at least it would be funny if people didn’t keep disrespecting Tony’s very clear and well known boundaries and if Tony didn’t sometimes go a little far in his vicious takedowns.

But he doesn’t really like Justin Hammer that much and neither does Tony, he’s not shy about saying it. So when he holds out a box Peter knows he’s about to go ape on this guy. MJ walks up beside him and shakes her head, “one, stop fantasizing about being the only one to tame that beast. He’s a privileged brat, get better taste. Two, privileged brat or not he’s preferable to Hammer so I want to see this,” she says, looking satisfied as Tony glares Hammer down.

“He’s not a brat,” Peter tells her, “he just doesn’t like jewelry and no one seems to get the point.” Or at least he’s pretty sure that’s what that is anyway but its hard to tell because omegas almost never get stuff that isn’t jewelry. Peter doesn’t get why that is when he’s never actually seen an omega wear any of it. Mostly they range from irate like Tony about it to mildly uncomfortable and unsure what to do with expensive things they don’t want like Liz. Either way Peter thinks its about time someone actually paid attention to what their crushes like and give them something that’s not stupid expensive that they might actually like. But that’s probably the fact that he’s too poor to do much more than get small things talking even if Liz agrees.

“Turn the fuck around right now,” Tony tells Hammer. MJ raises an eyebrow at him but they both agree that unwanted attention should earn a person a smack so Tony is actually being really polite right now according to those standards.

“I got you-” Hammer starts but Tony cuts him off.

“You could have Nicolas II the last Czar of Russia in that box and I couldn’t give two shits. Turn around and walk away,” Tony says.

Peter doesn’t mean to let out a sharp peel of laughter but its funny, okay? Tony turns to glare him down but softens slightly when he notices that Peter isn’t laughing at him specifically. He still turns away like he’s been stuck with a hot poker because Christ, Tony isn’t supposed to see him watching. “He’s not staring anymore,” MJ tells him helpfully so he risks looking back over.

Tony is unlucky enough to have Hammer’s gift all but shoved into his grasp and oh, Tony hates that too. Peter isn’t entirely surprised when Tony makes an offended noise and walks to the nearest trash can to chuck the box into it. “For ten fucking seconds I want some time to myself to stick my jacket in my locker and you fucks can’t even give me that!” he snaps as he storms off, unconcerned with the fact that his jacket is on the ground and his locker is wide open.

“Well that was a fun way to start the day,” MJ says. “Think we’ll get more entertainment by lunch?” Given the way people seem to lust after Tony Peter wouldn’t really be surprised.

Rhodey is used to people asking him about Tony, it happens all the time and he’d never say anything. Or at least he’d never say anything to anyone Tony didn’t already approve of so he’s gotten a reputation for being as difficult and bullheaded as Tony. Neither of them have high standards so its pretty sad that people consistently fail them but it is what it is. So when a lanky looking alpha walks up to him at least having the sense to look nervous Rhodey isn’t surprised. He’s not the usual type, that goes to whoever is overconfident enough to think they’ll actually get something from Tony and this guy does not look the type if his blush is any indication.

“Um, hey. I’m Peter. Parker. Peter Parker, yeah, um. God, this is bad I’m so glad Tony doesn’t have to- here,” he says, handing Rhodey a small box. “Tell him its not jewelry.” He turns to walk away looking pretty harassed but Rhodey is curious.

“Why’d you give it to me?” he asks before Parker can run off anywhere.

He doesn’t look impressed about it but he does turn to give Rhodey his attention. “Tony doesn’t like being handed stuff, but he seems to take stuff from you and Pepper. You seemed less scary than Pepper but I think maybe I was wrong and both of you are terrifying.”

He doesn’t mean to laugh a little but its kind of funny and he gave an answer Rhodey likes. “If he doesn’t want it I’ll give it back to you at the end of the day,” he tells Peter.

Peter nods and walks away with a soft ‘thanks’ and Rhodey decides he likes that too but he won’t tell Tony about it unless he likes the gift. Not that he would have even got it if he didn’t like Peter anyway, he knows Tony well enough to know when he won’t like someone and he’d probably appreciate the help weeding them out. He doesn’t even know why people try at this point, not when Tony is so damn nasty about his day being disrupted. He doesn’t know about anyone else but if he watched a guy toss a twelve thousand dollar necklace in a pond because he didn’t like it he’d probably think that guy was an asshole and avoid him forever.

He knows better than to think Tony is the asshole here, but without context he’s go to wonder what the hell everyone else is thinking. Its not like they all know Tony is as rich as he is when he doesn’t hint at it, and they don’t know that he hates jewelry because his asshole of a father used to give his mother something sparkly after he beat her, and they definitely don’t have any boundaries, but he still wants to know what goes through their mind. He wants to know what it feels like to be so confident he thinks he can win over an omega who actively hates jewelry with jewelry. It must be some kind of adrenaline rush mixed with a Darwin Award and he wants to know.

The fact that its so common is so weird to him too, its like no one here has basic observation skills. Sometimes he pretends like he’s an anthropologist trying to figure out how the students in this school work because their behavior is so counterintuitive. Other times he texts Pepper so they can privately roast whoever Tony harshly turned down now.

By the time he gets to lunch Tony reports three more people- and there seem to be unlimited people at this school Rhodey swears- who have tried to give him gifts. None of them anything but jewelry and Rhodey can do with a little key change to his day so he pulls out that Peter Parker kid’s box. “Here,” he tells Tony, who frowns at it for a second before looking kind of hurt. It takes a second for Rhodey to catch on and when he does he wrinkles his nose, “look man, if I wanted to court you I would have and I don’t. I just can’t look at you the same way after that time I witnessed you triple yourself,” he says. “Its from some kid named Peter Parker and he says its not jewelry so I figured it was promising.”

“Do I even want to know what tripling oneself is?” Pepper asks, coming up behind Rhodey and sitting beside him.

“Shit, piss, and puke in sync,” Rhodey and Tony say together, both sounding dismayed and a little disgusted. The look on Pepper’s face tells him he should be ashamed that this is information he has.

“I can’t believe I associate with you two,” she mumbles, shaking her head at least until she spots the box sitting in front of Tony. “What’s that?” she asks.

Tony shrugs, “don’t know but he survived Rhodey so I assume he doesn’t suck.”

“As long as its not another Sunset,” Pepper says, shaking her head.

It earns a small sigh out of Tony and he picks up the box, probably looking for a subject change. He looks exhausted with it already so that’s how Rhodey knows his reaction is genuine. He pulls a scrap of paper from the box and snorts before he starts laughing, cracking up the the point of doubling over and Rhodey would like to know what’s on that paper.

Pepper has the same idea because she snatches it. “Nicholas II the last Czar of Russia?” she reads, clearly confused.

Tony is already distracted by something else in the box because he’s staring at it with a smile on his face. Rhodey beats Pepper to snatching it this time and he smiles when he reads the pin too. “That’s cute,” he says, handing it to Pepper.

“Ah! the element of surprise. I don’t get the Czar thing but Tony clearly did so that and this pin make for a clever combination,” she says. “So you know this one has brains. Just make sure he’s not the type who thinks being clever every once and awhile is a replacement for a personality.”

“Ew, don’t ruin the only good gift I’ve ever gotten,” Tony tells her, taking his pin and scrap of paper back. “The Czar thing was me insulting Hammer. God, can you guys believe he tried to give me anything? I’d rather stick my dick in a bee hive.”

Rhodey and Pepper exchange a look because there might be something here and Rhodey, for one, wants to figure out what it is.

Tony finds Peter after school and quickly learns that he’s jumpy when he all but tosses himself nearly into his locker because Tony spooked him by accident. “You’re interesting, I don’t think I’ve met you before,” he says. He’s certain he hasn’t actually and Peter’s cute, in a boyish way. And he already knows he’s not a dunce so there’s that too.

“I um, you have actually. We’ve had like three science classes and two math classes together but I um, usually sit at the back so.”

Yeah, bad excuse because that’s where he sits too but that’s sweet of him to try and give Tony a reason for not noticing his existence. “Okay, so maybe I can be a little self absorbed. Cute gift though, the element of surprise thing was kind of clever.”

It seems to take Peter a few seconds to catch on to his own joke and that’s... weird. “Oh my god, its like I’m the element of surprise! Yeah, okay, I didn’t even think of that I just thought it was kind of cute and sarcastic and you like science so...” he trails off, wincing.

Its adorable and also telling. So he did put thought into it, just not the way Tony thought and that’s actually better for him. “Think you can come up with another gift by tomorrow?” he asks in maybe a little too cocky a tone. And then he kind of thinks of the implications and winces, “I um, I don’t really want stuff I just want to know that you like, give a shit about who I am. And uh, yikes, that wasn’t an improvement. You can just forget this ever happened,” he says, for some reason feeling the need to finger gun his way out of this, passing Peter quickly as he scrambles the hell out of there.

Peter doesn’t really know if Tony likes vinyl but he definitely likes AD/DC so he leaves it in front of his locker and figures Tony will make up his mind. In the meantime he finds Liz so he can focus on something that isn’t losing his mind or passing out. “If you were a sandwich what would you be?” she asks as he walks up. Ned looks mad beside her and that’s weird because Ned never gets mad.

“I don’t know, a BLT I guess,” he says.

Liz throws her hands up, “the only correct answer is a grilled cheese, why do you guys like in anarchy?”

“Meatball sub!” Ned says, staking his claim but Peter frowns.

“Ned, a sub isn’t a sandwich yours doesn’t even qualify.”

Ned looks offended about this, “Peter, its meat in bread. That’s the exact same as a sandwich, just because the bread is shaped different doesn’t mean its not a sandwich.”

MJ chooses then to walk over so Peter pounces on it, “is a sub a sandwich, MJ?”

She squints at him like he’s stupid, “no. Why is this even a question.”

“Liz lives in denial that if we were sandwiches the best option is meatball sub,” Ned explains.

That gets him another ‘what the fuck’ look. “First of all I maintain that a sub is not a sandwich and obviously the only right answer is grilled cheese.”

Peter frowns, “why does grilled cheese count as a sandwich?”

“It has ‘sandwich’ in the name Peter- a grilled cheese sandwich,” Liz points out.

“What was his answer?” MJ asks.

“BLT,” Peter in Ned say in sync.

“Savage,” MJ accuses and frowns for a moment, leaning around him. “Oh, and he’s about to get his penance, we should probably check ourselves before we wreck ourselves,” she says, nodding at something behind Peter. He turns to find Tony walking towards him with the record he left at his locker and winces because he doesn’t want to like... get smacked with it or something equally unpleasant.

When he turns back to his friend group he finds that they’ve all abandoned him like cowards but in their defense he wishes he could abandon himself like a coward too. But unfortunately he’s him so he can’t. “Um, hey,” he says once Tony is in ear shot.

Tony grins, “AC/DC!” he says excitedly.

“Oh, yeah. You like them, and like... most eighties rock but a lot of sixties and seventies stuff too. Why are you looking at me like that, you wear a lot of band shirts,” Peter says. Like a lot of them, but enough of them are AC/DC shirts that Peter assumes he has a preference.

“Oh, right. Yeah, I guess I do. Sorry, I’m just not used to people noticing really obvious stuff about me- I, you know what. Uh, thanks,” Tony says, scattering before Peter can say anything. From across the hall he has no less than six people staring at him in shock and Peter frowns.

“What? It wasn’t hard to find something he liked.” Which is true, but he’s at least somewhat benefitted by the fact that his competition seems to think trying the same thing over and over again despite atrocious results will work.

“I gave him like, twelve things!” the one guy says and Peter rolls his eyes.

“Ten bucks says it was all jewelry,” he mumbles to himself and walks away. He doesn’t get why people keep trying to throw shiny things at Tony when he obviously doesn’t like it.

When Tony finds the box he doesn’t expect much mostly because good things don’t seem to last where he’s concerned, so he’s pleasantly surprised by its contents. “That is the ugliest scarf I have ever seen,” some alpha a couple lockers down from him says, giving the scarf a distasteful look.

Tony doesn’t remember anything about her except that he can’t stand her. “Then you clearly don’t get the reference,” he snaps, putting the scarf in his locker before he goes to class.

Rhodey raises an eyebrow at him as he walks up but he says nothing as he sits down. “What, no rant about gifts today?”

He shakes his head, “no. People seem to be picking up on the fact that Peter is doing a better job than any of them. Today I got Four’s scarf.”

“Nice,” Rhodey says, grinning and giving a nod of approval. “Now that you have a not shit suitor I feel like I can finally say that I cannot believe you threw a twelve thousand dollar necklace in a pond because you didn’t like it. You could have pawned it,” he points out.

“And get money I don’t need? Let someone else find it and cash in and I thought you hated Killian anyway.” Rhodey had been the one to warn him off not that Tony needed a warning to stay away from Killian.

“Could have donated it to charity. And I don’t, which is why I laughed when you tossed it. But damn man, twelve grand. I can’t imagine having that much money to just throw aside for a courting gift.” He shakes his head but Tony is well aware there’s more to it than that. Its not like his being on the lower end of middle class is a secret, and Tony knows that Rhodey doesn’t really believe him when he says most omegas don’t actually want jewelry. Tony is pretty sure Rhodey thinks that’s a bias on his part and it is, but only because he has an active reason to dislike jewelry, not because omegas secretly do want jewelry.

But the pressure is there and Tony knows Rhodey has avoided dating because he can’t afford that kind of thing. He figures he’ll grow out of the pressure to perform courting in a certain way but that doesn’t make things suck less for him now.

“If Killian knew anything about me he would have donated it to charity himself. And even if I didn’t hate jewelry that thing was god awful, you can’t expect me to have liked that gaudy ass thing. It looked kind of like this hideous necklace my great grandmother snuck out of Italy when she fled fascism during World War Two.”

Rhodey snorts and cracks up, shaking his head. “Okay, I will give you that it was very ugly but it was also stupid expensive.”

“I didn’t know that before it was tossed and yes, I could tell that it cost money because I know what good jewelry looks like but also I wouldn’t have paid more than ten bucks for something that hideous. Someone designed it that way on purpose and they should be fired for their sins.” And that’s before he even gets into the mess that Killian is specifically. Rude, entitled, arrogant, a mean streak a mile wide, and a total inability to not go into full meltdown mode when he’s told ‘no.’ Tony learned his lesson when he was a freshman and Killian decided to hit on him with an uncomfortable amount of aggression and then got mad when Tony agreed to meet him elsewhere to get him the hell out of his face only to not show up.

Needless to say the ensuing meltdown led to somehow deciding to win Tony back, not that he ever had him to begin with, with jewelry. It’d been the first time he’d ever been given anything and the situation resembled the cycle he’s watched his parents go through a million times so closely that he kind of lost it a little. Admittedly it wasn’t the nicest thing in the world to throw the necklace in a pond and start shrieking but he also feels like, at least in context, the reaction wasn’t totally irrational. Just mostly.

“So Four’s scarf,” Rhodey says, transitioning away from Killian thankfully. “Not a bad choice, even if you prefer Ten.”

“What are you two on about?” Pepper asks, arriving to the conversation late.

“Doctor Who,” Tony says and fills her in on the rest. She also gives a nod of approval and its almost harder to impress her than Rhodey. Rhodey only wins out because he’s grown a protective streak for Tony and Pepper has it too, but she’s a lot less likely to go ham on someone at least publicly. Usually Rhodey is good at pretending not to be an impulsive moron but there’s something about Tonys presence that makes him lose a brain cell or two and do dumb shit like get suspended for punching Killian in the face. Twice.

Peter didn’t really think Tony would actually like any of the stuff he got, minus the record because he knows Tony likes the band, but it turns out he’s actually really good at this. Tony liked the other pin he got too mostly because ‘UM confusion’ on a pin is pretty much how he feels about this whole thing and he figured Tony felt similarly. And its cute and matches the other pin.

The last thing he expects is for Tony to put the pins on his jacket and wear the scarf he got him. What he expects less than that is the sheer amount of people asking him for advice on how to court Tony seems how his efforts are working. Which is why he finds himself on the top of a table in the cafeteria kind of annoyed that he even has to do this.

“Hey. Um. Hey!” he says a little louder, drawing more attention that time. “So um. You guys keep asking me for advice on how to court Tony but you guys like... really don’t need advice on that. You guys need advice on how to follow boundaries and not harass the shit out of people. And also really, really basic observation skills. Tony doesn’t like jewelry you idiots, how did you not realize that when he kept throwing stuff out? Are you guys stupid?” he asks, fully prepared to continue on this rant when he notices a teacher beelining their way over and he sighs. “Whatever, point is if you can’t figure out how to court the omega you’d like to maybe you should take that as a sign that you don’t like them, you like what they look like. Courting someone shouldn’t be so hard that no one but me I guess figured out that Tony hates jewelry. Didn’t think he’d have to write that one down for you guys considering he throws everything he gets out,” he says, throwing his arms up before he jumps down from the table only to nearly run into Tony.

He looks pleased with himself so at least there’s that. Peter mostly tries to avoid looking at his legs in that skirt because its rude even if he looks good. “Peter Parker I think I owe you a date,” he says, grinning.

Peter blinks, shocked. “Um. What?”

Tony smiles wider, “I said I owe you a date and seems how you’ve been doing all the work so far I’ll handle it.”

“That’d be great, thanks,” he says. “I’m not great at this.”

Behind Tony Rhodey snorts, “you were better at it than the whole school and don’t have a problem with Tony taking the lead to boot. He’s probably gunna marry you.”

#starker #tony stark x peter parker #highschool au #alternate universe #omega tony stark #alpha peter parker #abo au #abo starker #starker abo

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stony-ao3-feed · 4 years ago

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Born from Bone

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by Brooklyn1918

Tony Stark works as a forensic anthropologist in the DC area. When a body is discovered, he gets partnered with FBI agent Steve Rogers. As they race to solve the case, which is not what it seems, they race to work past their own hearts.

Words: 11174, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: M/M

Characters: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, Peter Parker, Shuri (Marvel), Sam Wilson (Marvel), Natasha Romanov (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes

Relationships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, James "Bucky" Barnes/Natasha Romanov

Additional Tags: Forensic Anthropologist Tony Stark, FBI Agent Steve Rogers, Tony may be a genius but he sure can be stupid

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#stony #fanfiction #ao3feed #superhusbands #stevetony

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ao3feed-stony · 4 years ago

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Born from Bone

by Brooklyn1918

Words: 11174, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: M/M

Characters: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, Peter Parker, Shuri (Marvel), Sam Wilson (Marvel), Natasha Romanov (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes

Relationships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, James "Bucky" Barnes/Natasha Romanov

Additional Tags: Forensic Anthropologist Tony Stark, FBI Agent Steve Rogers, Tony may be a genius but he sure can be stupid

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/29134686

#stony #steve rogers #tony stark #iron man #captain america #fan fiction #ao3 stony feed #stony fan

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waezi2 · 6 years ago

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Ten things you most likely don’t know about comic book characters.

Sinestro became a monster as soon as he got the Green Lantern ring.

Hell, he wasn’t even selected by the ring, it was given to him. Shows us that he was probably never meant to be a GL.

Before he became a GL, Sinestro was an anthropologist who found a wounded and dying Green Lantern named Prohl Gosgotha who gave Sinestro his ring so he could defend himself against the one who was trying to kill Gosgotha. Afterwards, Gosgotha asked for his ring back to keep him alive long enough to get help. But Sinestro knew that it would mean that he would not become a Green Lantern himself, so he watched as Gosgotha died so could keep the ring.

Power corrupts.

Deadshot started out as a fraud hero.

Believe it or not but the most well-known member of the Suicide Squad’s first costume was a tuxedo and a tophat as he made his debut as Gotham’s new crimefighter, only so he could take over the city’s racket in secret. He was exposed by Batman and swore revenge, becoming the famous hit-man we know today.

Chameleon is in love with Peter Parker.

Chameleon once found out who Spidy really was and took on the appearance of Peter Parker as a way of ruining his enemy's life. But after walking in Pete's shoes, experiencing his life, Chameleon grew more and more obsessed, NOT with Spider-Man, but the man under the mask.

In the end, Chameleon realized that he was madly in love with Peter.

Joker sold his soul to Neron.

In case you do not know, Neron is to DC what Mephisto is to Marvel. He makes deals in exchange for souls, usually villains who gets a powerboost or something else they need.

Joker sold his soul to Neron in exchange for a box of Cuban cigars.

SURE! WHY NOT?!

Doctor Sivana could break out of jail thanks to math.

And I don't mean it as in he could calculate the best way to somehow escape, I mean that he knows a mathematical formula which, when recited, allowed him to walk through walls and solid objects, making himself almost impossible to imprison or even catch. Long-term use of this technique takes a life-endangering physical toll on the user.

Luke Cage’s first costume belonged to an escape artist.

When Luke decided to become a hero for hire, he needed a costume and bought a used costume he could afford. The one he found was one that had belonged to an escape artist with an unsuccessful career. Luke liked the idea of the costume, especially the broken chain, so he bought it. It also inspired him to change his name from Carl Lucas to Luke Cage.

Peter and Gwen were married in Mexican comics.

Mexican publisher La Prensa didn’t believe their readers would stick with the book if Gwen died. The result? 45 issues of Silver Age Spidey with Gwen Stacy playing a prominent role and even marrying Peter Parker.

Theses alternate history comics took place after Spider-Man #119. So, Gwen never died in Mexico and a big part of Spidey’s legacy never happened. After the 44 story run, La Prensa lost the license and Marvel went with another publisher who solely reprinted translated versions of Marvel’s own Spidey books.

Starfire has a better credit score than Dick Grayson.

That's right, Dick used to be kinda helpless when it came to money since stuff like electricity bills and rents was something Alfred took care of, and then Kory after they moved in together.

So the alien princess from another planet is better at Earth finances than Nightwing :P

Guy Gardner has a bachelor's degree in education and psychology from the University of Michigan.

Guy is honestly not as dumb as most would assume, he just has a temper that more than often gets the better of him. He used to love working with kids, just doesn't have the time for his passion for teaching children.

Supergirl is a Mary Marvel ripoff.

Believe it or not, but Mary was actually one of the first female counterparts to a male superhero. She entered comics seventeen years before Supergirl did. Also, Supergirl was created by Otto Binder who made Mary as well.

Coincidence? I think not.

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ao3feed-harleypeter · 5 years ago

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by Spiderlad_bois

Harley isn’t just Harley believe me. He’s actually a FBI agent. Thing is there’s a serial killer out there. Sure, Harley’s undying love for Peter is one thing, but they have more important things to do.

Words: 1041, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of The Chronicles of Special Agent Keener and Dr. Parker

Fandoms: MCU

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/M, M/M

Characters: Harley Keener, Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Pepper Potts, Sam Wilson, James “Bucky” Barnes, Clint Barton, Laura Barton, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov, Scott Lang, Hope Van Dyne, Nick Fury, Vision, Ned Leeds, Michelle Jones, Bruce Banner, Thor (Marvel), Loki (Marvel)

Relationships: Pre-Harley Keener/ Peter Parker, Harley Keener/ Peter Parker, Tony Stark/ Pepper Potts, Sam Wilson/ Bucky Barnes, Clint Barton/ Laura Barton, Steve Rogers/Natasha Romanov, Scott Lang/ Hope Van Dyne

Additional Tags: Death, Murder, Peter Parker is Spider-Man, Peter Parker is in deep shit, Peter Parker Needs a Hug, Harley Keener is a Flirt, Tony Stark is a Good Dad, Nick Fury is the boss, Harley Keener has issues, Young Love, FBI

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #harley keener #peter parker #parley #parkner #keenker #spiderlad

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ao3feed-sambucky · 5 years ago

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The One Where Peter is A Forensic Anthropologist and Harley is Just... Harley

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by Spiderlad_bois

Words: 2479, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of The Chronicles of Special Agent Keener and Dr. Parker

Fandoms: MCU

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/M, M/M

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#Bucky #Captain America #Winter Soldier #Sam Wilson #James Barnes #Falcon #SamBucky #BuckySam #IFTTT

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ao3feed-stevenatasha · 5 years ago

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The One Where Peter is A Forensic Anthropologist and Harley is Just... Harley

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by Spiderlad_bois

Words: 880, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of The Chronicles of Special Agent Keener and Dr. Parker

Fandoms: MCU

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/M, M/M

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2YHK50u

#romanogers #stasha #stevenat #steve rogers #natasha romanoff #captain america #black widow #natasha

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ppylades · 7 years ago

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avengers as john mulaney quotes

steve rogers: All my money is in a savings account. Tony has explained the stock market to me maybe 75 times. I still don't understand it.

tony stark: I was once on the phone with blockbuster video, which is a very old-fashioned sentence. That's like when Steve would be like, "We'd all go play jacks by the soda fountain," and you're like, "Nobody knows what you're talking about , you idiot."

clint barton: It's fun to be married. I've never been supervised before. I'm supervised! My wife studies what I do, like an anthropologist. She'll be like: "Sometimes, he will watch a movie on TV even though he already owns that movie on DVD. Pointing this out confuses and upsets him."

bruce banner: In terms of instant relief, cancelling plans is like heroin.

natasha romanoff: I'll keep my emotions right here, and then one day, I'll die.

thor: Ah...numbers. The letters of math.

sam wilson: Sometimes babies will point at me, and I don't care for that shit at all.

bucky barnes: Here's how easy it was to get away with bank robbery back in the '30s: As long as you weren't there when the police arrived, you had a 99% chance of getting away with it.

scott lang: it's 100% easier not to do things than to do them.

peter parker: I have had a very long day. I am very small and I have no money. So you can imagine the kind of stress I am under.

t'challa: You have the moral backbone of a chocolate eclair.

#marvel #avengers #john mulaney #my post #popular?

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nomadstevergxrs · 7 years ago

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Bones (A Marvel AU)

Characters: Steve Rogers, Female Reader, Wanda Maximoff, Natasha Romanoff, Peter Parker, Tony Stark & Loki Laufayson

Warnings: Language

Pairings: None. (Eventual Steve Rogers x Female Reader)

Catch up here!

Chapter Two (Part Two): The Woman in the Sand

Steve and you drove down the long stretch of asphalt for a half hour, nothing but cacti and sand whipping past you. You thought back to that Skype call from earlier and that exchange between him and Natasha.

“So…” you began to say, grabbing your partner’s attention, giving you a quizzical expression. “Are you and Nat a thing?”

Confused, he turned to you. “What?”

“What?” you mocked. “You know what I’m talking about Steven,” you snickered after using his first name.

He rolled his eyes at you in annoyance. “Don’t call me Steven.”

“Then don’t call me Bones, you shot back with a snarl.

“Anyways, there’s nothing going on between Nat and I,” he assured.

You laughed in his face. “Yeah, right and I’m Ghandi.”

“You know for a squint, you’re not that smart,” Steve muttered.

“Heads up, Rogers. Victim’s house is up on the right.” You pointed at the trailer park that was on your side, completely changing the subject.

“And here I thought she left me,” The victim’s husband, Donald reacted solemnly after Steve told him that his wife’s body was found.

“Now why would she do that, Don?” Steve asked, taking a seat next to you.

“I - I got laid off a couple of months ago.” Donald ran his fingers through his hair, a nervous tick you happened to assess. “Poor Billie. She hated seeing me sitting around the house all day, depressed.”

“Drinking?” You rose an eyebrow at the husband.

“Punching walls?” Steve added, to the skepticism you both had.

Donald’s eyes quickly averted to his hand, then back at you. “No. I..I just fell of a ladder,” Donald sputtered.

“Breaking a fall like that would fracture distal radius, not proximal phalanges,” you noted aloud, quickly calling out his lie.

“My what?” he asked in confusion.

“She means that the fall would break your wrist,” Steve clarified. “Not your thumb.”

“Anyways, listen. I got my hands on a police record that says your neighbors heard you screaming at your wife three weeks ago,” Steve mused, pulling the report from his back pocket.

“No. Just arguing. See Billie wanted to help out, she thought she could bring in some money, you know, the exotic kind. I kind of flipped out,” Donald tried to explain to you both.

“And then you broke your thumb against your wife's face?” you ground out through your teeth.

“No!” Donald got up from where he was sitting. “Look, I could never hurt Billie. Okay?” He gave you both a look, pleading for you to believe him.

“Then how did she lose her hearing?” You still questioned him, damn sure that he was the reason behind her injury.

“I don't know.” He shrugged his shoulders. “She was a kid playing sports. One to many soccer balls against the head?”

“Oh, please,” you replied, unable to keep from rolling your eyes.

Steve got up as well and pulled out a pair of handcuffs from the waistband of his jeans. “Listen Don, you're my number one suspect so it would be wise if you're straight with us,” he warned

“Implants,” Donald shouted, putting his hands out in front of him.

Both you and Steve looked at each other, then back at Donald before Steve spoke up, “Implants?”

After talking to the victim’s husband, you and Steve found out that Donald had taken a loan of 8 thousand dollars from a loan shark to pay for his wife’s breast implants. Needless to say, Don didn’t have the money by the time the loan shark came to collect; it earned Donald a broken thumb.

“Laufeyson,” Steve spoke into the phone as you drove. “Yeah, that's right. Loki Laufeyson. Send his information to my cell as soon as you can,” Steve ordered before hanging up.

“We got the shark in our system,” Steve said turning towards you.

“Well, proving at least that he exists,” you replied absentmindedly, still looking at the road in front of you.

“Ya know, Don's story might seem a little off, but just try to keep an open mind,” Steve said cautiously.

You snorted loudly. “An open mind to what? All those soccer balls to the head?”

“I'm just not sold on the whole domestic abuse thing, alright. A scrawny guy like that-” Steve tried to say before you interrupted him.

“Rage has nothing to do with size.”

Steve sighed. “I know that Bones, It's just…” He took a moment to think about what he was going to say. “I look into the guy’s eyes and I just didn't see it.”

“Okay, but what about the implants Donald mentioned?” you asked, foot gently pressing down on the gas pedal as the traffic light turned green. “if she'd gotten them they would have been a part of her remains.”

“True,” Steve replied. “But, what if she used the money for something else?” He let out a chuckle as he pulled his phone back out, and handed his phone to you with a picture of a man about your age with long raven colored hair and pale skin. “And hopefully that guy will be able to tell us what it was.”

Entering the Tangiers Casino, you were blown away by the amount of people gambling their money away.

You heard Steve take in a deep breath. “Ahhh, I love the sound of winning.” You looked up at your partner and gave him a quizzical expression.

He let out a laugh and shook his head. “Sorry, it just reminds me of my first time in Vegas,” he explained. “Fresh out of the army, I walked into the Desert Inn with 35 bucks in my pocket. Walked out with a cool 10 grand,” he recalled, dropping his smile a moment later. “The next night, I lost everything. Tapped out my ATM trying to get it back.”

You looked towards the end of the casino and found the man you were looking for. At the end of the bar, there sat the man with pale skin and long, flowing, raven colored hair, sipping from his glass of scotch while eyeing everyone there like a predator stalking his potential prey.

“Hey. There's our loan shark, let's go!” You almost shouted, taking a hold of Steve’s wrist, but he wouldn’t budge.

“Okay, you stay here. I know how to talk to these guys,” Steve replied, pulling you behind him and giving you a do what I say look.

Not wanting to argue, you conceded. “Fine. What do I do then?” you asked.

“Well you’re a forensic anthropologist, doll. Observe the culture.” He shot you a wink and left you alone.

Steve grabbed a beer bottle from a platter one of the waitresses was holding and chugged it, then ruffled his hair to make it look messy.

“Loki Laufeyson,” Steve said, sitting down in the barstool next to the loan shark. “Don't I owe you money?”

Irritated at the new arrival, Loki turned in his stool to face the man. “I’m afraid you have me confused with someone else,” he said, British accent thick on his tongue.

“I don't think I do.” Steve chuckled. “You see my buddy, Don Morgan, he introduced us. 30. Scrawny guy. Broken thumb.”

“Do I need to call security?” Asked Loki through gritted teeth.

“You know what, pal?” Steve asked, smirking slyly as he yanked his badge out and slapped it onto the bar. “That’s a great idea. And hey, while you’re at it, maybe you can tell me what you did to Don and just maybe how his wife ended up dead.”

Defeated, he spoke, “Look, The guy owed me money. He neglected to pay and he fell of a ladder.” He looked down at his glass, watching as the ice spun in the amber liquid. “Instant karma.”

“Instant karma. That's going to get you every time, isn't it?” Steve mused. “What about his wife, Billie Morgan?” Steve asked, pulling a photo of the victim out of his coat pocket and placed it on the table. “She have instant karma too?”

Loki glanced at the photo quickly. “I didn't even know he was married.”

“How about the name Mason Roberts?” Steve asked, frustration eating at him. “I'm sure that rings a bell.”

He snorted. “Whispers on the strip is that you finally found him.” Loki downed the rest of his drink. “Congratulations, now leave me alone.”

“If you know more than what you're saying, I'm gonna find out eventually,” Steve warned.

The loan shark laughed in your partner’s face. “Do I look worried?” The look on Steve’s face, made Loki stop short. “I'm a businessman. What are you harassing me for?”

“Ah, ya know. I don’t like bullies,”Steve said simply as he swiped Loki’s third drink. “Thanks for the drink, pal.”

He turned on his heel and left, walking through the vast amount of people playing coin slot machines until he spotted you on the main floor, smiling from ear to ear, playing blackjack. He chuckled to himself while watching you win hand after hand.

“Nineteen's a winner,” announced the blackjack dealer as he handed you what amounted to be three thousand dollars in chips.

“Yes!” you celebrated to yourself gathering the chips for yourself. “Come. To. Mama.”

Steve looked past the dealer and noticed two tall and burly pit bosses flanking over to you.

They think she’s counting cards, he thought to himself.

“Hey Bones!” Steve shouted, making his way over to you.

“Oh, hey Rogers,” you answered, taking a sip of your champagne. That’s when you noticed two big and burly men coming toward you.

You spun around in your stool to face them. “Fellas,” you greeted simply.

One of them grabbed you by the elbow. “Ma’am, I’m going to need you t-”

He was quickly cut off by your partner. Steve took hold of your other elbow and swiftly pulled you away from the pit bosses. “We were just about to leave.”

“Come on,” he whispered in your ear, dragging you out of the casino.

Back in D.C, Nat stood over the platform examining the body of Billie Morgan when suddenly Tony barged in holding a tray. “Aegialia concinna!”

“Excuse me?” Nat asked looking up from her microscope.

“They’re Scarab Beetles,” Tony corrected himself and placed the beetle under the microscope that connected to the monitor. “They came from the soil around Billie Morgan. These adults feed on putrefied organic matter. Or in this case, Billie. As a result they suffered unusually short life spasms,” he went on to explain.

“From ingesting Billie's flesh?” Natasha asked, looking at the monitor.

“More likely the powerful glucocorticoid in her system,” he answered. “However, I've yet to isolate which one specifically.”

“Be sure to notify Doctor Y/L/N when you do,” Nat ordered. She then turned to Peter as he walked up the steps and onto the platform.

“Mr. Parker, any specifics on the bat used to kill Roberts yet?” she gruffly asked.

“Here's a replica,” Peter said, handing a bat to Natasha. “Louisville Slugger with a 3 inch diameter weighing about 27 ounces.”

“You think the mob would come up with less clichéd ways to whack people,” Tony mused aloud, taking a few steps away from his boss.

“Hang on, there’s something else,” Peter muttered as he grabbed the camera and placed it at the beginning of the spine. “Staining on Roberts’ cranium indicates seepage to the cervical spine.” He pointed the monitor. “So somehow blood from his head, got down to his neck.”

“Vertebra C7,” Natasha said as she looked at the monitor. “Are those cut marks?” She asked, squinting her eyes when she noticed some nicks on the bone.

“His throat got cut?” asked Peter.

“Looks like it,” Tony replied after taking a look for himself. He turned to Natasha and asked,“Did you find a specific cause of death on Billie Morgan yet?”

She grabbed the tablet and tapped on the screen, making the monitor switch from camera to a picture of the victim’s x-rays. “She displays a hemothorax in her left lung,” Natasha answered his question, pointing at the hole in the victim’s lung. “Between pre-existing injuries and the new ones, poor girl never had a chance.”

Sitting out on the balcony with Steve, you listened to Peter and the rest of your colleagues as they talked about the findings on Roberts and Morgan.

“Take a closer look at the stress markers to her sternum, Pete. They strike you as unusual?” you asked, taking a sip of your beer bottle.

“Well, they do seem more the result over repetitive medium impact manual blows than the single high impact from a bat,” Peter answered confidently.

“This husband could really dish it out.” You heard Tony say in the background.

“Maybe she dished it back,” Peter mused. “There are hairline fractures on her knuckles”

Your eyes widened in realization. “Defensive wounds.” You clicked on the home button on your phone, then tapped on the photo app, revealing a picture of Billie Morgan’s x-ray Peter sent you. “Wait a minute,” you said aloud, grabbing Steve’s attention. “Repetitive manual blows.”

“Fractured knuckles,” Steve said, taking a seat next to you.

“The glucocorticoid that killed your bugs, Stark. Could it have been simple cortisone to treat an injury?” You jumped in.

“Yeah. That's certainly possible,” Tony answered.

“What are you thinking Dr. Y/L/N?” You heard Natasha say on the other end of the call.

You sat on the lounge chair for a moment, relishing in the cool November breeze. “Billie Morgan could have been a boxer.”

“But wouldn't boxing gloves prevent injuries like these?” Rogers asked, pointing at the x-ray.

“Unless she wasn't wearing gloves,” Tony mentioned.

“What kind of boxer does that?” You heard Wanda join in on the call.

“Ultimate fighters,” Both you and Tony said in unison.

“Ultimate fighters. Ah, you're into that crap too?” Steve smirked in amusement as your cheeks flushed crimson.

“Dude, it's barbaric, When it shows up on cable I can't turn it off.” You could hear the excitement in Tony’s voice.

“And it's actually legal?” Natasha asked with skepticism in her tone of voice.

“Completely sanctioned, Peter assured her. “They do wear some protective gear, which would fly in the face of our girl's injuries, though.”

“That is, unless it was underground,” you breathed.

“Underground where?” Asked Steve in bewilderment.

“Come on. Haven't you’ve never seen Fight Club?” you answered his question with a question of you own.

He raised his eyebrows and shook his head no.

“Illegal, no hold barred, slugfest. Modern day Panem et Circenses,” you mused in excitement. “But generally there's no free bread.”

You thanked your team for the new information and hung up, turning to Steve who had a smug look on his face.

“Why are you smiling?” You asked.

“Don Morgan didn't beat his wife,” he answered with triumph in his voice.

“Oh my god.” You let out a sigh. “Don’t start.”

“Got to say doll, I told you so.”

“Whatever,” you snarked, rolling your eyes at him. “Come on.” You got up from your seat and took Steve by the hand.

“Whoa where are we going?” He asked, stopping you from pulling him.

“God you’re clueless aren’t you?” you giggled at him. He made a face and you rolled your eyes at him. “Get your mind out of the gutter Rogers. We’re gonna go see Fight Club. That’s all.”

The next day you and Steve headed back to the victim’s home to question the victim’s husband only to find out that Billie Morgan was boxing illegally behind his back. Now you were sitting across your partner at the food court in the hotel you were both staying at, picking at your food.

“You okay Bones?” He asked, watching you intently.

“Yeah. Just thinking, you answered softly, your eyes drawn to the street.

“What’s on your mind doll?” he asked, taking a sip of his beer.

“Why would anyone fight illegally in the first place?” You ran your hand through your long Y/H/C hair.

“There's limited options. Not everybody can be Floyd Mayweather or Ronda Rousey,” Steve replied, successfully stealing a fry off your plate.

Suddenly you heard your phone vibrating against the table. Quickly, you tapped on the green button, then tapped on the speaker. “What’s up Stank?” you greeted to Tony to which Steve snorted.

“Fedex guy says my name wrong one time, and you and Wanda will never let me live it down.” You could practically hear the annoyance in his voice.

“Anyways, have you found anything yet?” you asked, staring down at Steve as he went to steal another french fry from your plate.

“Right, I found something in the particulates from Billie's shoes,” he answered. “Traces of hexavalent chromium. It's a chemical used in high end automotive shops, specializing in chroming. Mechanics who use them have to file reports for the EPA.”

You slapped Rogers’ hand. “Ow! What?” He asked, grabbing his hand.

“Am I interrupting something?” Tony asked.

“I'm sorry, and Stark, you lost me at hexavalent chromium,” Steve called out.

“Tony can you contact the Environmental Protection Agency?” You asked.

“I’m on it, replied Tony before hanging up.

Later that night, Steve and you drove down the long stretch of highway until you were about a half hour away from Las Vegas to an abandoned auto body shop.

“This was an auto shop?” You asked with disgust laced in your voice.

You got out of the SUV and jogged behind your partner who crouched down and pulled up the security gate.

“EPA, they shut it down months ago for a hazardous waste material. It was the only shop authorized to use that chromium stuff,” Steve said as he handed you a flashlight. “See it anywhere?”

Walking further inside the shop, you shined the flashlight as you looked around for the chemical, but you came up empty-handed. “Could be absorbed into the dust particles on the floor,” you said in conclusion.

Before Steve could come up with a sarcastic remark, you cut him off, “Shut up. I found something.”

You shined your flashlight on the concrete where there was a thick red line. “They painted a ring for the fights,” Steve said to you in surprise.

Thinking quickly, you grabbed your ultraviolet flashlight from your bag and turned it on. “Holy shit,” you gasped at the scene in front of you.

“Blood.” Steve looked around the concrete floor covered with blood spatter. “The whole place is covered in blood.”

Looking at all the blood samples found at the automotive shop, Natasha decided to take a small break and rest her eyes for a bit.

“Nat? You alright?” She heard Tony ask.

She yawned and got up from her desk, stretching her limbs in the process. “I’m fine, just a little tired.”

“Would that have to do with a certain FBI agent?” He teased.

She rolled her eyes at him. “Rogers and I are just friends.”

Tony chuckled sarcastically. “That’s not what I heard.”

“Anyways,” Natasha cut him off changing the course of the conversation back to the investigation. “Of the thirty blood samples found at the bodyshops , 6 were A positive; same as Billie Morgan. I’m still waiting on DNA.”

Suddenly Peter joined them both on the platform. “Thirty fighters translates to five two person fights per hour over a three hour period or three fights over five hours, six fights over-”

“We get the idea, Parker. Lots of fights.” Nat interrupted him.

“I ran thermal imaging on Billie's remaining soft tissue to reconstruct her injuries,” Wanda mused, joining them on the platform. She turned on the monitor and tapped something on her tablet. “This is what she might have looked like after the fight.” She put the picture up on the monitor of a battered and bruised Billie Morgan.

“Just when I get to a place where I can almost stomach seeing maggots eating intestines,” Wanda added in disgust. “How could anybody do this to themselves?”

“Ya know. 900 B.C.- the Greek ruler, Theseus, entertained himself watching two men sit in chairs beat each other to death,” Tony revealed, earning a glare from the rest of the group. “Just saying. It's nothing new.”

“I can work up force and velocity reading for each blow,” Wanda said before turning towards Peter. “Pete, can help me ID her opponent from the circumference and diameter of the fist.”

“I'd rather Peter focus on our second weapon for Roberts,” Natasha replied gruffly.

Peter had the group follow him into the office he shared with Tony. “None of these blades are narrow enough.” He walked over to a tray filled with different sets of knives. “It's as if his vertebra was cut with some sort of razor blade.”

Tony stared at the tray for a moment while the others spoke, What can cause that kind of damage to the victim’s vertebrae? Suddenly it hit him.

“A razor wire,” He said, grabbing everyone’s attention. “Luca Brasi. The Godfather? Please, someone buy a DVD player,” He added, beginning to get agitated.

“Oh,” replied Natasha as realization struck her. “You mean a garrotte?”

“Yes!” He pointed at her in excitement. “Yes. A garrotte pulled so tightly around Luca's- or rather Robert's neck-”

“-that it sliced through his throat and severed his carotid artery,” Natasha jumped in.

Wanda grabbed her phone and headed out of the Peter and Tony’s office before turning back at the others. “I’ll tell Rogers.”

You decided on taking a small break from the investigation to relax and enjoy the scenery of Las Vegas. Steve mentioned that he had a contact back at the Tangiers Casino, so the pair of you decided to meet back in the hotel room within the hour.

“Welcome to the Cosmopolitan.” You heard a bubbly voice say, grabbing your attention. “Would you like anything to drink?”

You lifted your sunglasses and found a tall woman with blonde hair wearing a purple bikini, holding a tray in her hands. You closed the book you were reading and propped yourself up on your elbows. “What do you recommend?” you asked.

“We have our signature cosmopolitan,” she responded with a wide smile. “They are so good.”

“Then I’ll have a cosmopolitan.” You gave her a smile just as infectious as hers.

“Coming right up!” She wrote the order down on her notepad before finally leaving.

You laid back down on your lounge chair and continued reading Fifty Shades of Grey, something that Wanda had been begging you to read since the book was released, but you refused. That is until now. “What the hell did Wanda get me into?” you muttered to yourself as you continued reading the book.

It felt a little strange being in the setting you were in now, sitting poolside in a black bikini drinking cosmos and listening to music the hotel’s resident DJ was playing.

Suddenly you felt your phone vibrate on the table next to you. You pressed the green button on the screen to answer. “Y/L/N”

“Bones!” Steve greeted you with that awful nickname that you hated. “I think I got a lead on where Billie would’ve gone for the fight club. I need you to meet me back at the hotel and wear something nice.”

“What? Why?” You asked, confusion etched on your face.

“Just do it, alright?” Steve said before hanging up on you.

You quickly got up from your chair and grabbed your things while muttering how much of a dick your partner was.

“So what’s so important that you couldn’t tell me over the …” You trailed off as you stood in the hotel room you both shared, mouth agape at the sight of Steve shirtless. Jesus you thought to yourself as you stared at the tattoos that covered his toned chest and abs.

“Hey,” Steve replied, knitting his eyebrows in concern. “You okay Bones?”

“Uhm yeah.” You shook your head, trying to push the inappropriate thoughts from your mind. “So you found something on the fight club?”

“Buddy of mine says that there’s an underground fight club. Bare knuckles, no rules,” Steve answered, turning his back to you and grabbing a navy blue tank top, slipping it on.

“Great!” you replied simply as if you weren’t checking your partner out. “Where at?” You asked walking over to your bed and pulling your suitcase from underneath.You pulled out a simple black dress and walked into the bathroom closing it behind you.

“It moves around. Former champion Cornell “Cottonmouth” Stokes sells 800 numbers,” Steve said as he looked at himself in the mirror and brushed his sandy blonde hair back. “You call, you find out the time, the place, code to get in.”

“Okay? So where can we find him?” you asked, slipping on the short sleeved mesh covered dress.

“He owns a gym here on, uh, on Federal,” Steve answered simply. “Ya know, maybe I should talk to Cornell alone.”

“What is it with you and leaving me behind?” You were starting to get pissed at your partner.

“Listen Bones, the rules? They don't apply here. Okay? The deeper we get I don't want anyone knowing that we're FBI,” he told you, his tone authoritative and firm.

You snorted, “Well, that's easy for me. I'm not.”

He heard the bathroom door open, and spun on his heel to face you. “Hey, what do you think?” you asked with what he could’ve sworn was a hint of nervousness in your voice.

He took a moment to get a good look at the short sleeve, mesh covered dress before cracking a joke at your expense. “I have enough Bibles, thank you, but try next door.”

“Oh come on Rogers!” You complained. “It’s not like I have anything else to wear.”

“See Bones, now that’s where you’re wrong,” he replied with a knowing smirk.

He walked around the other side of the bed, picking up a white shopping bag and placing it on the mattress. “So I got a phone call from Wanda earlier and she knew you were going to bring that hideous dres-”

“Hey!” You cut him off, offended while he put his hands up in defense.

“Her words. Not mine. Anyway,” he rummaged through the bag and pulled out a short, black cocktail dress along with a pair of shoes to match. “She asked me for a favor and well, here we are,” he said, handing you the dress and shoes.

“Do I have to wear this?” You were going to kill Wanda when you got back to D.C.

“Just humor me Y/N.”

You let out a deep sigh, “Fine.” You grabbed the dress and heels from his hands and stomped away to the bathroom.

“So?” Steve heard you ask after a long pause. “What’s our cover?”

“We're newlyweds,” Steve announced, grabbing his olive green jacket and throwing it on. “Takin' Sin City by storm. Ready for action.”

“Really?” You replied with skepticism.

Steve rolled his eyes at the tone of voice you were using on him. “Listen Bones, I know what I'm doing. Okay? I've done this before,” he assured you.

“Alright fine,” you replied, swinging the bathroom door open and stepping out to face him. “But we’re engaged.”

“Yeah yeah sure….” He looked up from a message Natasha sent him and was absolutely floored by how beautiful you looked in the black wrap dress and heels.

Your hair was down and in waves, and your makeup simple yet Steve was shocked by how amazing you looked. “Rogers?” you asked in concern. ”You okay?”

He shook his head, shaking the inappropriate thoughts from his mind. “Yeah, let’s go.”

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