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Warnings: Alpha/Omega, Slight torture, Blood (nothing Graphic)

FrostIron: Head in lap.

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Tony had been in this position before, more times than he was willing to admit. Hands bound behind his back, his wrists bleeding from where he’d been tugging at his restraints, his palms sealed together from the stickiness of his blood. The strain on his thighs and knees was a dull burn, a constant ache that never wavered, the grip in his hair ensuring he never sat back on his legs in a desperate reprieve.

If he could survive the torture of the Ten Rings, he could survive this. The arc reactor was already lodged in his chest, the frigid metal caressing the bone of his sternum. There wasn’t much more anyone could do to him, he was already in constant pain from the thing keeping him alive, could feel the shrapnel in his chest rattling with every gasp. Apart from taking his life, which he wasn’t sure he was fond of anyway, there wasn’t anything these kidnappers could take from him.

At least, that’s what Tony thought until they brought in Loki.

Bruises were littered over his high cheekbones, his split lip catching Tony’s attention and making him wriggle against the hand in his hair. He grit his teeth at the kick in the back of his thigh for his effort, not showing any outward pain.

Tony had seen lots of different sides to Loki over the last few months. The would be conqueror ensnared in a mind-controlling spell, a contrite younger brother, wanting to make amends with Thor but not knowing how to. There was the Loki who enjoyed pranking the Avengers, mischief, and humor dancing in his eyes, a Loki who read quietly in Tony’s workshop, finding a quiet freedom in being outside of Odin’s influence.

Recently, there had been the Loki who watched Tony when he thought no one was looking, a flirtatious lilt to his words when they talked, completely at odds with the shy Alpha who brought Tony gifts from other realms.

But, Tony had never seen this.

He could feel the livid rage in those green eyes, like fire on his skin, an intense fury that would make lesser men cower. Even Tony, who trusted Loki, tried to shuffle away from the gaze, scared he could see his weakness, his patheticness at being apprehended like this. His eyes shone bright like the magic he wielded, sweeping over Tony’s body, seeking out any injury, his teeth baring in a furious snarl.

Despite the situation, the tongue lashing he was no doubt going to receive if they managed to get out of here alive, shivers still teased over Tony’s body at the sound. He’d always fought against the idea of having a dominant Alpha, despised the thought that he needed taking care of, that he was inferior in any way, but Loki’s overprotective snarl and the dangerous look in his eyes was making Tony’s inner Omega purr and preen at the attention.

Now is not the time.

‘How the mighty have fallen,’ a silky, sensual voice wrapped around them, shaking Tony out of his fantasies about sexy, deadly alien Alphas. Breaking away from Loki’s stare, the ominous promise in it, Tony turned his head, trying to find the source of the voice. He wasn’t sure where they were, he’d already done recon as soon as he’d woken up in here, and the only information he had was that they were in some sort of castle, stone floors, stone walls, candlesticks on the walls.

Alright, not candlesticks, some sort of magical floating orb that was casting light around them, but he still doesn’t believe Thor, or Loki when they’ve tried to explain magic, so he refused to see them floating around like ghostly fireflies.

Loki didn’t answer, but Tony could tell from his expression that he recognized her, a growl thundering in his chest as he looked between whoever was behind him and Tony’s battered body.

‘My, my, what a beautiful Omega.’

Tony tried to look up, but the hand in his hair gripped hard enough to rip strands from his skull, and he understood that no eye contact was allowed. Green knee high boots entered the line of his vision, and a cool hand grasped his chin, yanking his face up. She was beautiful, all long legs and gorgeous blonde hair, looking like a medieval warrior princess or something. Tony knew that beautiful creatures were often the most dangerous ones.

He’d fallen for one after all.

‘Spirited too, I can see what he sees in you,’ she cooed down to him, nails digging into his cheeks, his blood oozing over her fingers. Tony heard Loki’s frantic struggle against his captors, the shift of leather dragging across stone.

‘No matter your beauty, you are still a pathetic, disgusting creature.’

It’s cute she thought her words will hurt him. He’d been called far worse, tortured to his breaking point before. This was nothing, his body being bruised? That was what happened when he got called to assemble. He grinned up at her, feeling a twist of delight low in his gut as the skin above her nose wrinkled at his blatant disrespect.

‘You do not understand mortals, you never have, never looked past your disdain of them,’ Loki finally said. ‘Leave him. He is worthless to you. It is me you want, Amora.’

Pretty name, Tony thought to himself, inhaling deeply as he tried to work out her secondary gender. Omega, interesting.

‘And what has changed that your view of them is now positive? I remember a time when you sought to enslave these pitiful creatures, and now you live among them, spurning my calls for help, the glory of seeing our enemies at our feet…’

Hell hath no fury like an Omega spurned, Tony chuckled, suppressing his cry as her foot connected with his ribs, sending him sprawling.

Alright, that one hurt.

‘I’ve been watching you Loki, and I do not believe your view has changed. You still see Midgardians as pitiful. It is a single mortal who has changed your outlook,’ Amora whispered, her heels clicking across the stone as she picked up Tony by the back of the neck, yanking him back to his knees.

‘You’re barking up the wrong tree, sister. Loki doesn’t think of me like that, trust me, I’ve tried to flirt with him, and he’s not interested,’ Tony laughed, running his tongue over the blood that coated his teeth.

He wasn’t lying. Tony had tried for weeks to show Loki he was interested in changing their friendship to something more. Short of pinning him down and scenting him like a crazed animal, there was nothing Tony hadn’t done to try and coax Loki into a courtship of some sort.

Loki hadn’t responded to any of it.

‘How little you understand. Loki has always had everything he’s coveted taken from him. He hides what he treasures most, even to the one he cares for. Don’t you remember, Loki? How we used to wreak havoc across the nine realms to cause your father pain due to his special treatment of Thor, his golden child,’ Amora hissed, tightening her hold on his throat.

Tony refused to react, ignoring the panic building in him as his body struggled to draw in a lungful of air, blotchy spots distorting his vision.

‘Leave him, Amora.’

There was no panic, no Alpha command in his voice. His words were concise, coated with a brittle frost. His gaze slid over to where Loki was kneeling, red bleeding into his eyes, his muscles bunched and tense, losing his grip on his magic, his Jotunn heritage blurring the edges of the Alpha he knew.

‘Careful, you’ll send him skittering away with that monster lurking beneath your skin,’ Amora taunted, moving to the side so they could look at each other, her hold on his throat never wavering. ‘This one is strong, isn’t he? I can see he’s in pain, you can smell it in his scent can’t you, the way he’s begging you to save him, the big, strong Alpha,’ she sneered.

Tugging him higher and off his knees, Tony struggled to get a foot onto the stone floor to support his weight, knowing his neck was going to snap if he didn’t.

‘What will it take to break you, hmm?’ she whispered, leaning towards him. Her sunshine blonde hair slipped over his shoulder, tickling his skin as she brought her nose to his unmarked bonding gland, scenting it. ‘What if I gave you to one of the Alphas who stole you, ruined you for him?’

He’d been threatened that in Afghanistan, one of many taunts to make him give up the Jericho missile.

‘Make sure they’re attractive, my public image will suffer if my bond mate is butt ugly,’ Tony answered, his tone considering even as he fought his restraints, the scalding agony of his lungs becoming impossible for him to ignore.

‘I will tear apart any Alpha that dares touch him,’ Loki spat from the other side of the room, his voice thick as if something was obstructing his throat.

Amora froze even as her lips brushed against Tony’s neck, her gaze flicking up to peer through long eyelashes at him, searching for something.

‘Do your worst, sweetheart,’ Tony challenged.

Pretty pink lips curved in an erotic smile. A hand splayed over his stomach, fingers walking up towards his chest. He could feel the tips of her sharp nails through his tattered shirt, and then she was tearing it aside, the azure light of the arc reactor lighting up the gloom of the room.

‘Found you,’ she taunted, finger tapping across the glass.

No matter how much he tried to keep his poker face, the sheer terror he felt when her nails plunged into his skin surrounding the arc reactor was exposed to them all through his scent, the sour scent of it pungent in the room, trapped by the stone walls and turning thicker by the second. Hating himself, Tony let out a high pitched whine, a frantic call for help.

Not there!

His body crumpled to the floor as the pressure on his neck vanished, shuddering pain coursing through his shins as he fell forward, his face taking the brunt of the fall. The memories of terror and agony he felt at Afghanistan left him deaf to the fight around him, the blurring figure of Loki ferociously attacking their captors nothing more than an afterthought as he curled in a ball to protect himself.

‘Stark.’

Tell us how to build a Jericho missile!

‘Stark!’

The hell did you do to me?

‘Anthony!’

That is an electromagnet hooked up to a car battery, and it's keeping the shrapnel from entering your heart.

Hands fell on his back, and he yelled, rolling on his back to fight, succumbing to his basic instincts in his fear. His lips drew back in a snarl, ready to bite whoever touched him.

‘You are unharmed, Tony, beloved, trust me.’ A wrist was thrust in front of his nose, ignoring the way Tony latched onto it, attempting to bite chunks from his skin. ‘Breathe in, scent me, know who I am,’ the voice instructed, and he could smell crisp snow, permeating the fear gripping his brain.

I know this scent.

‘That’s it, beloved, breathe, regain control of your mind. You are safe, Amora has fled, and I will never let any harm you.’

Tony could feel a hand covering the arc reactor and instead of recoiling from it, his instincts made him lean up into it, knowing this person would protect him. He breathed the scent in deep, the primal part of him knowing he was safe. When the panic had subsided, he looked up into unfamiliar red eyes.

‘Loki?’ he rasped, his words aggravating his abused throat.

‘Do not let my appearance scare you, it is still me. I will regain control of my magic…in a moment,’ Loki conceded, dropping his gaze to look at Tony’s throat.

‘I’m not scared, not of you,’ Tony blurted.

‘Kind words. I know how I appear,’ Loki said in a clipped tone, reaching around Tony’s back and ripping apart the restraints. Tony whimpered in relief, his back sagging to the floor as he brought his hands up. Loki’s eyes blazed ruby as he gently grasped them, bringing them to his face so he could examine the damage.

‘You’re gorgeous,’ Tony argued, delirious from both the pain and the scent Loki was emitting. He wanted to drown in it, wrap it around himself like a blanket and never surface. Even with his body protesting, the tenuous link he had on his consciousness, darkness lapping at the edges of his mind, he managed to put his head in Loki’s lap, breathing a sigh of relief.

‘You, Anthony Stark are a foolish, remarkable creature. Stubborn, brave thing,’ Loki muttered, pulling off his cape to drape on Tony, his thumb smearing across the blood on Tony’s wrist.

‘I’ll take you away from this wretched place once I’ve got better control of my inst…magic,’ Loki amended. Tony liked that Loki’s instincts were going haywire around him, that this gorgeous Alpha was keeping hold of him in case any dared to attack.

‘I’m sorry, that this happened to you,’ Loki whispered at him, stroking a blue hand through his hair.

‘Don’t be, it’s not the worst thing that’s happened to-’

Loki’s growl ripped through the air, making Tony flinch at the force of it, feeling like he could be torn asunder by the noise alone.

‘Sorry, my behavior is inexcusable. My instincts are hard to control when I’m around you, they always have been,’ Loki snapped, forcing his gaze away, the hand in Tony’s hair stopping.

‘I don’t want my Alpha to control himself when he’s with me. I know this is the wrong time to be asking…but was what any of she said true?’

‘What did you call me?’

‘My Alpha,’ Tony said easily, feeling his head droop as his body began to succumb to the pain.

‘Anthony,’ Loki growled, bending over to hold him close. ‘We will speak of this once we return.’

Tony nodded, going limp in Loki’s hold, his last thoughts about how he would tell Rhodey he was going to mate an alien Alpha.

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The Last Great American Dynasty

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: mentions of death, mentions of terrorism

Characters: Pepper Potts, Tony Stark, Dum-E, JARVIS, James Rhodes, Happy Hogan, Peter Parker, Morgan Stark, Lila Barton, Shuri, Harley Keener, Cassie Lang, EDITH

Mentioned: U, Butterfingers, Howard Stark, The Mandarin, Aldrich Killian

“Rebekah rode up on the afternoon train, it was sunny. Her saltbox house on the coast took her mind off St. Louis. Bill was the heir to the Standard Oil name and money. And the town said, ‘How did a middle-class divorcée do it?’”

Pepper’s heels clicked as she made her way down the long stairwell. She smirked when she saw what Tony was up to. The man was arguing with one of the robots that helped around the lab, pointing at it and scolding it like a child. “Be nice to Dum-E, Tony,” she reprimanded, stepping into the workshop. “You’ll hurt his feelings.”

Tony gaped at her, grabbing his chest dramatically. “I’ve been betrayed,” he gasped. “You’re supposed to be on my side, Pep.”

Pepper rolled her eyes and set the paperwork down on the desk he was sitting at. She couldn’t stop herself from leaning over for a kiss. A few years ago, she would have laughed at anyone who suggested she had a thing for her boss. Now it was common knowledge that the two were together.

“Are we going for a drive?” She asked, looking over at the row of cars. “Maybe drive down to the ocean? Find somewhere private?”

“Because it’s not private here?” Tony asked, raising an eyebrow. “Last I checked, it’s just the two of us.”

“The two of us, JARVIS, Dum-E, U, Butterfingers,” she listed, looking over at the robot that was now distracted picking up spilled parts. “Let’s go somewhere that it’s really just the two of us. No tech. No suits.” She glanced over at the line of different suits enclosed in glass. “Just us.”

And that’s how Pepper found herself wanting her life to be. It wasn’t always easy being the girlfriend of someone like Tony Stark. They were never truly alone. There was always paparazzi or agents or someone watching them. And people liked to talk. They liked to twist words and create tales. And she understood it when she first started working for Stark Industries. The company was none for the scandals and the questionable decisions that Tony made, and before him, Howard. But that was before.

Not everyone could see that Tony had changed, but she could. She knew that he was different now. She knew that he cared for her and that he wanted nothing more than to protect her. His eyes sparkled now as he looked at her. “Okay,” he breathed. “Let’s go.”

“The wedding was charming, if a little gauche. There’s only so far new money goes. They picked out a home and called it ‘Holiday House.’ Their parties were tasteful, if a little loud. The doctor had told him to settle down. It must have been her fault his heart gave out.”

“You okay, Tony?”

Tony glanced over his shoulder and saw that Rhodey had came in. He had a red tux on that Tony had picked out for him to wear. Happy had a similar one on. But there was another matching tux hanging on the closet. “I’m okay,” he replied, giving his friend a small smile. “Just. . . He was supposed to be here.”

Rhodey frowned, glancing over at the suit. He looked back at Tony and walked over, putting a hand on his shoulder. “He wouldn’t want you to be upset,” Rhodey reminded him, crouching down to be level with him as he sat. “You know he’s here in spirit. He’ll be watching, and I bet his cheers will be the loudest of all.”

Tony smiled and hugged his friend. “Thanks, Rhodey,” he whispered, his voice shaking. “I-I think I’m ready.”

“Great,” Rhodey replied, holding out a hand to help him up. “Let’s get you out there.”

Tony could feel his heart pounding as he let Rhodey lead him outside. Everyone turned to look at him, smiling. His chest ached. It always ached some, but more than usual now. Because there were empty seats in the crowd. They had lost.

He stepped off the porch, glancing back at the beautiful home behind him. He loved the lake house, and so did Pepper. It was safe, tucked away in the woods of Upstate New York. It was a great place to raise their unborn daughter.

But not even the beauty of the home compared to how Pepper looked when she finally stepped out, a veil covering her ginger hair. The tight-fitted dress made her small bump visible, and she held one arm around it protectively. She would do whatever it took to protect her child. And so would he.

“And they said: There goes the last great American dynasty. Who knows, if she never showed up, what could’ve been. There goes the maddest woman this town has ever seen. She had a marvelous time ruining everything.”

“Mommy!”

Pepper forced a smile as Morgan ran towards her, a wide smile on her face. She crouched down and held out her arms, pulling the girl close to her chest and stroking her hair. She didn’t even realize she was crying until a sob escaped her throat. How was she supposed to explain to her baby that her dad wasn’t coming home?

“Mommy, why you crying?” Morgan asked, looking up at her with wide eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“Sweetie,” Pepper choked out, pulling Morgan closer once again. “Y-you know how sometimes bad things happen? H-how Daddy has to help fix them?”

“Yeah,” Morgan said quietly.

“Morgan. . . Baby, he went to go help. You know that. He went to try to bring Peter home. You remember him telling you that, right?” she asked.

“Mommy, I’m scared,” Morgan whimpered. Pepper only held on tighter, unable to stop the streams of tears that spilled into her daughter’s hair.

“I’m sorry, Baby. Daddy’s not coming home.”

“Rebekah gave up on the Rhode Island set forever. Flew in all her B*tch Pack friends from the city. Filled the pool with champagne and swam with the big names. And blew through the money on the boys and the ballet. And losing on card game bets with Dalí.”

Morgan looked up as someone knocked on the door. She abandoned the project she was working on when she thought she heard her mother moving upstairs. “I’ve got it, Mom!” she called, walking over to the door and swinging it open. She smiled when she saw the familiar faces.

“Morgan!” One of the girls spoke up first; Lila. She was a lot older than Morgan. Most of them were, but their parents were friends. They grew up together. Morgan was smarter than most girls her age, anyway, so they didn’t mind.

One by one, her friends stepped inside. Until one stopped in front of her. “Hey, M,” the boy said softly. He was just a bit taller than her despite being so much older. “How are you, Little Miss?”

Morgan smiled and moved to hug him. “Hey, Petey,” she murmured, pressing her face against his chest. “I’m good. I’m really good.”

“Peter! Morgan! Come on!”

Morgan turned as Shuri waved them over. Her hair was wrapped in a tight bun, and she was pulling her shirt over her head to reveal her green bathing suit. “Let’s go!”

“Okay! Okay!” Morgan called, grabbing Peter’s hand and pulling him over. She made sure to give him a tight squeeze before letting him move to talk to Harley while she joined Lila, Shuri, and Cassie.

The girl pulled the oversized MIT shirt over her head to reveal the red-and-gold bathing suit she was wearing underneath. She grinned widely, heading towards the back door. “Avengers!” All the others looked up at her curiously. “Assemble!”

“And they said: There goes the last great American dynasty. Who knows, if she never showed up, what could’ve been. There goes the most shameless woman this town has ever seen. She had a marvelous time ruining everything.”

Morgan huffed as she dropped the box in her uncle’s trunk. She turned to make sure he wasn’t looking before peeking inside and making sure the nanobot casing was still inside. She grinned and patted it before closing the box back and pushing it against the back of the seat.

“Alright, Morgan, I think this is the last of it,” Rhodey called, carrying a box out of the house. Happy was behind him, talking quietly with Pepper. She silently wished that Peter was here with them, but he stopped by the day before to give her a hug and wish her luck.

“Good,” Morgan said, smiling as Rhodey put the box with the others. “We should probably go ahead and leave then, yeah?”

“Yeah, if we want to get there before dark,” Rhodey agreed, putting an arm around her shoulders and pulling her into a side hug. “Go tell Pep and Happy bye.”

Morgan nodded and ran up the steps to stand in front of the two. “Well,” she started. “This is it.”

Pepper smiled and ran a hand through Morgan’s long hair. “I’m gonna miss you, Baby Girl,” she murmured before pulling her into a hug. “Your dad would be so proud of you. You know that, right?”

Morgan just nodded into her chest. That’s what everyone had told her when she was accepted into MIT. “You think he knows?” she asked quietly.

“I’m sure he does,” Pepper assured her. “I know that he’ll never stop looking out for you. He wouldn’t dare.”

“I hope so,” she mumbled before pulling away and going to hug Happy. “Keep an eye on Peter while I’m gone?”

“Morgan, I’ve been keeping an eye on him since before you were born,” Happy chuckled, rubbing her back. “Don’t worry. I won’t let him do anything stupid while you’re gone.”

“Good,” Morgan smiled. “I’ll miss you, Uncle Happy.”

“I’ll miss you too, Sweet Pea,” he replied. “If you ever get homesick, call me. I don’t care if it’s three in the morning, I’ll come pick you up.”

“Morgan,” Morgan turned back and saw that Rhodey was closing the trunk. “We need to go.”

Morgan nodded and stepped back. “I’ll see you guys at Christmas,” she said, giving them a watery smile. “Love you three thousand.”

“They say she was seen on occasion. Pacing the rocks, staring out at the midnight sea. And in a feud with her neighbor. She stole his dog and dyed it key lime green.”

“Morgan Stark.” Morgan froze, turning slowly and lifting the faceplate of her suit. “So this is what you’ve been up to.”

“Mom, I can explain,” Morgan said, landing the suit and tapping the arc reactor so the suit would retract itself. “It’s not what it looks like.”

“It looks like you’ve been building more suits after I told you not to,” Pepper said, crossing her arms. Her expression was unreadable, and Morgan wasn’t completely sure if she was mad or amused or maybe a bit of both. Maybe even something completely different. “You’re just like Tony.”

“Is that a bad thing?” Morgan asked, unsnapping the arc reactor and rubbing it with her hand. She may not remember much about her father, but she knew that he was a hero. People loved him, and they loved her for being his daughter.

“No,” Pepper sighed, coming closer. “It just worries me, Sweetie. I don’t want to lose you too. You know you’re all I have left.”

“You won’t,” Morgan assured her before falling silent, looking out at the ocean beside them. “I just feel closer to him when I have a suit on.”

“I know,” Pepper murmured, following her gaze. Her gray hair looked silver in the moonlight. “You know, I used to hate his suits. So much. He would spend hours in the workshop sometimes. I almost left him because of it.”

“Yeah?” Morgan asked, still looking at the water.

“Yeah,” Pepper replied, looking down at her feet. “I’m glad that I came to my senses.”

Morgan smirked, glancing over at her. “I’m glad you did too,” she chuckled, earning an eye roll. She smiled as her mom pulled her into a hug. “I love you, Mom.”

“I love you too, Morgan. So much.”

“Fifty years is a long time. Holiday House sat quietly on that beach. Free of women with madness, their men and bad habits. And then it was bought by me.”

Morgan almost sobbed when she saw it. She looked down at the picture in her hand and grinned, looking back at the newly rebuilt penthouse. It looked just like the picture. This. . . This was her dad’s home. And it was beautiful.

“You ready?” Peter asked. He was standing beside her, a hand on her shoulder. He had helped her design the inside of the penthouse, and even helped set up the tech inside. It had been destroyed before he knew her dad, but he was old enough to remember seeing it on TV.

“Yeah,” she breathed, letting him lead her inside. He pushed a button on his glasses. “EDITH, lights.”

As they stepped inside, the lights turned on, brightening the room. The living room was large, a piano resting in the corner beside the couch. It looked just like the pictures that she had seen of the inside when her parents lived there.

“I-it’s perfect,” she breathed. She smiled and squeezed Peter tight. “Thank you so much, Bubba.”

“Of course, Sis,” he replied, kissing the top of her head. “I, um, I have a little surprise for you. Come on.”

Morgan tilted her head slightly before following Peter down the staircase. Morgan’s eyes widened as she saw the workshop. It was much bigger than the one in the lakehouse. She was sure this was the surprise that Peter was talking about, but he held a hand up before she could speak, closing his eyes. “Mr. Stark?”

Morgan blinked, stepping back as a blue figure popped up in front of her. She felt tears in her eyes as she immediately recognized him. “D-Dad?”

“Hey, Maguna,” he greeted her, smiling softly. He glanced around at the room, taking everything in. “Wow, never thought I would see this place again.”

Morgan gaped, looking at Peter. “I-is he. . ? H-how?”

“It’s not new tech,” he shrugged. “I’ve enhanced it. Tested it out with some memories that weren’t uploaded to the system, and. . . Yeah, it’s him.”

Morgan looked back at her father with wide eyes. “You’re real?” she questioned, still in shock. He looked just like she always remembered. Just like that hologram video that she would playback sometimes so she would never forget his voice.

“Yeah, Sweetie. I’m real.”

“Who knows, if I never showed up, what could have been. There goes the loudest woman this town has ever seen. I had a marvelous time ruining everything.”

Morgan let a small growl escape as she made her way downstairs. She picked up a pair of gauntlets and strapped them on, wanting to blast something. To destroy something. Anything. She was muttering under her breath, and nearly walked through the hologram as it appeared in front of her. “Woah, Morgan. What’s wrong?”

“Doesn’t matter,” she muttered, walking past her dad. “You wouldn’t understand.”

“Morgan. . .”

“You don’t want to know, Dad,” Morgan huffed. “You’ll be mad at me.”

“Kiddo, you know some of the things I did when I was your age,” Tony pressed. Morgan stopped but didn’t look at him. “Talk to me.”

“The press said I wasn’t fit to run Stark Industries,” she sighed, turning to give him a sad look. She used her hand to pull up an article, letting him read it. “I got mad. Furious. I yelled at them. And it just made everything so much worse. They said I’m unstable. That my temper will destroy the company.”

“Come sit with me,” Tony insisted, walking over to the couch in the corner. Morgan hesitated before joining him. “Did Pepper ever tell you how this place got destroyed?”

“She said it was attacked by terrorists,” Morgan told him. “That it was too damaged to repair.”

“But she didn’t tell you why it was attacked by terrorists?” he asked. After she shook her head he continued. “We never really talked about it much after it happened. It was the worst Christmas we ever had. . . There was this man called the Mandarin. He was claiming responsiblity for dozens of terrorist attacks around the country. One of them happened here in Malibu.

“Happy got caught in the crossfire. It almost killed him, and I was furious. I let the world know, and the next day we were attacked. Turned out the Mandarin was a coverup and it was a man named Aldrich Killian. I had met him once years before and refused to work with him, and he wanted revenge. So he came up with Extremis.”

“Wait, Extremis. . . That’s when you met Harley, right?” she asked. Everything was starting to click together.

“Right,” he replied. “The point is, we make mistakes and we pay the consequences for them. People thought I was crazy for challenging the Mandarin, but in the end, everything turned out fine. I met Harley, me and Rhodey and Pepper stopped Extremis, and no one else died because of Killian.”

“Yeah, but that was you,” Morgan countered. “You’re a hero. An Avenger. I’m just me.”

“I wasn’t always a hero, Bug,” he told her. “I made a lot of mistakes and gained a lot of enemies. My temper was bad too. Just ask your mom or your uncles. It wasn’t pretty.”

“I can’t imagine anyone hating you as much as the press hates me right now,” she sighed, leaning back against the cushion. “I don’t know what to do, Dad.”

“Just don’t let them get to you,” he replied. “Go down to the beach and blow off some steam, then tomorrow get back out there and make sure they know you’re not giving up. Remind them who you are and remind them that Starks don’t give up.”

“I had a marvelous time ruining everything. A marvelous time ruining everything. A marvelous time. I had a marvelous time.”

Morgan took a shaky breath as she walked up to the podium. The room was packed, and only a few faces in the crowd were familiar to her. She glanced down at the hologram on her watch. “You got this, Bug,” her dad whispered, giving her a small smile.

She smiled back and looked up at the people. “Hello, everyone,” she started. She glanced at the cards that she had made, skimming over the scribbled words. “A lot of you have been asking about why I should be given a chance as the next CEO of Stark Industries and. . .”

Morgan trailed off, looking at the cards again. “Really, at first, I wasn’t so sure this was for me,” she said, laying the cards face down on the podium and looking back at the crowd. “Because, really, who could do a better job at this than my parents did?”

She paused, risking a glance down at the image on her watch. Her dad just nodded for her to keep going. Letting her know that this was okay. “The truth is,” she started, looking back up. “I have been working for years to try to live up to my father’s legacy. To be the person that he would want me to be. And he told me once that if I believe something is right, to never give up on it. No matter who tells you that you’re wrong or that you’re crazy.

“I’ve built more arc reactors now than I can count. I was the top of my class at MIT. I’ve recreated every version of the Iron Man suit that’s ever existed, plus more. And I have ideas that no one else is brave enough to try.

“I’ve been called a lot of things since I’ve moved here. I’ve been told that I’m not my father. And I’m not. No one could ever be as great as he was. But I am a Stark and I will fight for this company,” she smirked at a camera, looking around the room. “I’m not Iron Man. I never will be. But I will make sure that the marks he has made are never forgotten.”

[shivanshublog]

Best inventions of all time-final part

Technology is an integral part of the human experience. Since the earliest days of our species, we have developed tools to tame the physical world.

Any attempt to count the major technological inventions is certainly questionable, but here are some key advances that should likely be on such a list (in chronological order):

list of best inventions of all time 

1. FIRE - It can be argued that fire was discovered rather than invented. Sure, early humans watched fire incidents, but it wasn't until they figured out how to control and produce it on their own that people were really able to take advantage of all that this new tool had to offer. The first use of fire dates back two million years, while a popular way of using this technology dates back around 125,000 years. The fire gave us warmth, protection and led to a variety of other inventions and key skills like cooking. The ability to cook has helped us maintain the nutrients needed to support our expanding brain and has given us a clear advantage over other primates.

2. WHEEL - The wheel was created by the Mesopotamians around 3500 BC. Invented for the manufacture of ceramics. About 300 years later, the wheel was put on a chariot and the rest is history. Wheels are ubiquitous in our daily life and make our transportation and trade easier. 3. NAIL - The first known use of this very simple but very useful metal clasp dates back to ancient Egypt around 3400 BC. If you like screws more, they've been around since the ancient Greeks (1st or 2nd century BC).

4. OPTICAL LENSES - From glasses to microscopes to telescopes, optical lenses have vastly expanded the possibilities of our vision. They have a long history, first developed by the ancient Egyptians and Mesopotamians, with key theories about light and vision given by the ancient Greeks. Optical lenses were also instrumental in developing media technologies for photography, film, and television.

5. COMPASS - This navigational device was an important force in human exploration. The first compasses were made between 300 and 200 BC. Made from Freestone in China. 6. PAPER - Paper was used around 100 BC. Invented in China and was essential for us to write and share our ideas.

7. PISTOLS - Invented in China in the 9th century, this chemical explosive was an important factor in military technology (and, more broadly, the wars that changed the course of human history).

8. PRESSURE PRESS - This device was invented in 1439 by the German Johannes Gutenberg and in many ways laid the foundation for our modern age. This enabled the ink to be mechanically transferred to the paper in a mobile type. This revolutionized the spread of knowledge and religion, as earlier books were usually written by hand (often by monks). . ELECTRICITY - The use of electricity is a process that a number of brilliant minds have contributed to for thousands of years. They come from ancient Egypt and ancient Greece, when Thales of Miletus carried out the first research on this phenomenon. The 18th century American Renaissance man Benjamin Franklin is generally credited with a significant improvement in our understanding of electricity, if not its discovery. It is hard to overestimate how important electricity has become to humankind as it controls the majority of our devices and shapes the way we live. The invention of the light bulb, while a separate contribution attributed to Thomas Edison in 1879, is certainly a major expansion in the ability to use electricity. It has fundamentally changed the way we live, work, and how our cities look and function.

10. STEAM ENGINE - invented between 1763 and 1775 by Scottish inventor James Watt (who drew on ideas from earlier attempts at a steam engine such as the Newcomen 1712), steam trains, ships, factories and the industrial revolution as a whole. 12. TELEPHONE - While he's not the only one working on this type of technology, Scottish inventor Alexander Graham Bell received the first patent for an electric telephone in 1876. This instrument has certainly revolutionized our communication skills.

13. VACCINATION - Although sometimes controversial, vaccination practice is responsible for eradicating disease and extending human lifespan. The first vaccine (against smallpox) was developed by Edward Jenner in 1796. A rabies vaccine was developed in 1885 by the French chemist and biologist Louis Pasteur, who is credited with most of the vaccination of today's drug. Pasteur is also responsible for inventing the pasteurization food safety process that bears his name.

14. CARS - Cars have fundamentally changed the way we travel, the way our cities are designed, and brought the concept of the assembly line into the mainstream. They were invented in their modern form by a number of people at the end of the 19th century, with the German Karl Benz being particularly responsible for creating the first practical car in 1885. 15. AIRPLANE - Invented by the American Wright brothers in 1903, airplanes brought the world closer together and enabled us to travel great distances quickly. This technology expanded the mind through tremendous cultural exchanges - but it also increased the scope of the world wars that were soon to break out and the severity of any war that followed. 16. PENICILLIN - This drug was discovered by Scottish scientist Alexander Fleming in 1928 and transformed medicine with its ability to cure infectious bacterial diseases. The era of antibiotics began.

17. MISSILE - While the invention of the first missile is attributed to the ancient Chinese, the modern missile is a 20th century contribution to humanity that is said to transform military capabilities and enable the exploration of human space.

18. NUCLEAR FISSION - This process of dividing atoms to release a large amount of energy has led to the creation of nuclear reactors and atomic bombs. It was the culmination of the work of a number of prominent scientists (mostly Nobel Prize winners) of the 20th century, but the specific discovery of nuclear fission is generally attributed to Germans Otto Hahn and Fritz Stassmann, who collaborated with Austrians Lise Meitner and Otto

[what-is-your-plan-today]

Stark Spangled Banner Ch 56: Worthy

Intro: A few weeks post the Time Heist the team are finally ready to reverse the snap. The only problem is, when you mess with time it tends to mess back…

Warnings: “Language!” 

Pairing:  Steve Rogers x OFC Katie Stark

SSB Masterlist

October 2023

Katie walked over to the dresser in Nat’s room and smiled at the photos. There were a few shots, one of her with Clint, Laura and the Kids, one of her, Katie and Pepper at Tony’s wedding, but it was the biggest one that Katie reached out to pick up. It was a photo that Katie had taken in her and Steve’s back garden a few months before on Jamie’s third birthday. Nat had Jamie balanced on her hip and Emmy to her other side, hand round the teens shoulder. She was smiling, happily at the camera, almost like she had no care in the world.

“Hey.” a soft voice spoke behind her and she turned to look at Steve. He was already dressed in his Captain America suit. “I’m not even gonna ask how you got in here.” “I already had access.” Katie shrugged, replacing the photo “She had access to ours as well, although she never used it much, especially not after that time she walked in on us on the couch and got an eyeful of your ass going ten to the-“ “Yeah, yeah, I remember.” he snorted, leaning on the doorframe, the pink tinge spreading up his neck to his cheeks as he recalled the incident. There had been a lot of yelling, shrieks, giggles and one strategically placed throw cushion as he had stood up and reversed hastily to the bedroom out of view. “She told me she needed four bottles of bleach for her eyeballs.”

Katie sniggered before she sighed. “I miss her Steve.”

“I know..” he said gently, walking into the room and she melted into his arms. “I wish I could tell you it goes away but it doesn’t. You just learn to live with it. I promise it will get easier though.” Katie smiled at his words. She knew full well what living with grief was like, they’d done it enough over the past five years but he wasn’t trying to be patronising, merely trying to lend her some comfort and she loved him for that.

“Given that Halloween isn’t for another two weeks I take it you’re dressed in your Spangles for a reason?” she pulled back and he nodded.

“We’re ready.” he gave her a significant look.

Katie let out a breath. They’d been working on the gauntlet now for the past few weeks since their mission to get the stones had been successful. The team of Thor, Rocket, Tony and Banner all spending hours at a time in the lab. Given that the Time and Soul stones were the only ones they had in their true gem form that had been the first challenge. Some had been easy, all they had to do was smash open the various items they were contained within- namely the Tesseract, Sceptre and Orb. But even that had to be done in a controlled way so no stone was damaged or disturbed. Then, a slightly trickier task, they’d had to figure out how to solidify the Aether. Thor had been extremely nervous about this given his history with it and how it was able to “consume” people it decided to use as hosts. After days of brainstorming and various ideas they dismissed, Tony had come up with the idea of using the 3D printer to create a vessel, using a scan of one of the other stones. That had been what they were working on more recently, and had obviously been successful.

“So, err…it’s time?” Steve nodded “Everyone’s meeting in the lab.” he nodded to the photos on the side. “ Then we can make her sacrifice worthwhile.”

Katie followed his eye line and nodded. “Yeah, I’ll go grab my suit.” He bent down to give her a soft peck on the lips and watched her go before he turned back to cast a cursory glance around the room. It was a little untidy, but that had been Nat all over. “Organised chaos” she had described her nature as.

“You weren’t wrong Widow.” Steve said gently, before he turned and shut the door behind him, striding back to the lab.

He arrived just in time to see Tony stood by the glass case housing the gauntlet, his hand carefully manipulating the machines to cautiously place all six stones in their respective places on the Gauntlet.

“Boom!” Rocket let out a yell and both Tony and Bruce jumped a little. Tony turned to glare at the animal who was sniggering at his joke.

Steve rolled his eyes, he still wasn’t sure about the animal but he couldn’t deny he’d been useful, his knowledge filling in a lot of gaps they had.

“Ass hole.” Tony grumbled as Steve crossed the room to pick up his helmet which was lying on a desk. Tony looked up at him. “You find Kiddo?” “Exactly where I thought she’d be.” he nodded “She’s gone to suit up.” It wasn’t long before she returned with Clint and Scott. Scott was already in his Ant-Man suit, Clint in his Hawkeye get up and Katie in her leathers, the bangle that contained her Supernova suit gleaming on her wrist. Steve’s eyes travelled over everyone as they checked their various bits of equipment, and he took a deep breath. He was nervous. Everything they had been through over the past 5 years and more recently the sacrifice their best friend had made all came down to this. A literal snap of the fingers.

Eventually a silence fell over the room as everyone crowded round the gauntlet. A quick headcount told Steve they were one short, and he didn’t mean Natasha either. Nebula was absent but he assumed she was elsewhere at the request of Tony for some reason, maybe doing some checks in other areas. He was about to ask when Rocket spoke up.

“All right. The glove’s ready.” his arms folded. “Question is, who’s gonna snap their freaking fingers?”

“I’ll do it.” Thor said immediately and they all turned to face him, Lang speaking the words that were on everyone’s minds.

“Excuse me?”

“It’s okay.” Thor nodded, heading towards the gauntlet where he was immediately met with a barrage of protests from around the room.

“ No, no, no, whoa.”

“ Stop. Stop.”

“ Wait a sec. Hey, hey..”

“Wait, wait, Thor, just wait.” Steve said gently, his arm reaching out and stopping the God before he put his arm in the glove “We haven’t decided who’s gonna put that on yet.”

“I’m sorry. What, we’re just sitting around waiting for the right opportunity?” He bit back.

“We should at least discuss it.” Katie nodded, trying to appease him.

“No, no, sitting here staring at that thing is not gonna bring everybody back.” he looked at her, shaking his head “I’m the strongest Avenger, okay? So this responsibility falls upon me. It’s my duty.”

“It’s not about–“

“It’s not that– Stop it! Just let me!” Thor pleaded as he started to get teary eyed. Katie took a breath as she could almost feel the guilt that was radiating off him in waves. “Just let me do it. Just let me do something good. Something right…”

“Look– It’s not just the fact that that glove is channeling enough energy to light up a continent, I’m telling you, you’re in no condition.” Tony shook his head.

“He’s right Thor.” Katie looked at him. “Let’s just think about it ok?”

“What do you–“ Thor shook his head as he looked from her back to Tony “What do you think is coursing through my veins right now?”

Katie took a deep breath and crossed her arms in front of her chest, looking at Steve who mimicked her action subconsciously, shaking his head slightly.

“Cheez Whiz?” Rhodey supplied from the side of the room. Thor pointed at him, shooting him a glare but all Rhodey did was shrug.

“Lightning.” he replied.

“Yeah.” Tony placated him slightly, and Steve opened his mouth to tell Thor that regardless of what he wanted, they needed to think about this some more but it was Banner who spoke first.

“Lightning won’t help you, pal. It’s gotta be me.

Thor relaxed his grip on Tony and his arms dropped to his side as he glanced at Banner.

“You saw what those stones did to Thanos. It almost killed him. None of you could survive.” the green man spoke, his eyes focussed on the red gauntlet which sat in its case as he walked towards it.

“How do we know you will?” Steve questioned as Banner passed him by.

“We don’t. But the radiation’s mostly gamma,” he said, his eyes still on the gauntlet, as if he was contemplating something. Then, with a smile he turned to look at Katie, then Tony as he spoke again. “It’s like….uh…I was made for this.”

Katie looked at Tony, before they both glanced back at Banner who smiled at them again, the siblings instantly understanding what he was referring to. Katie was suddenly catapulted back to a Hellicarrier in 2012 when the Avengers had assembled for the first time…

“You know, I’ve got a cluster of shrapnel, trying every second to crawl its way into my heart.” Tony said, pointing at the Arc-Reactor in his chest as he walked towards Bruce “But this- this stops it. This little circle of light”

“Because that’s the same…” Katie said sarcastically rolling my eyes.

“The point is it’s part of me now, not just armor.” Tony ignored her as he stood opposite Banner, looking at him through you clear screen as lines of data swam across it. “It’s a… terrible privilege.

“But you can control it.” Bruce pointed out.

“Because I learned how”

“It’s different.” Bruce returned back to the computer screen but Tony slid the data aside with his fingers so the two could see face-to-face without interruption.

“Hey, I’ve read all about your accident. That much gamma exposure should have killed you.”

“That’s true…” Katie said, watching the exchange.

“So you’re saying that the Hulk…” he paused, smiling sadly as he correcting himself whilst Tony raised his eyebrows “The other guy saved my life?”

Katie looked at Tony. His eyes were flashing bright as Bruce looked back at him. Tony gave him a significant look.

“That’s nice, it’s a nice sentiment.” Bruce said as Tony moved back to his computer. “Saved it for what?”

Tony hesitated and looked up “I guess we’ll find out.

And it seemed they just had. Unlike Steve, Katie did believe in fate and destiny, certainly to an extent anyway. After everything she had seen and experienced over the past twelve years or so since first meeting Thor she couldn’t help but consider there was an element of truth in the fact that they were all pawns in a bigger game.

She glanced at Steve who was studying Banner, but made no move to stop him. He couldn’t argue with the man’s logic. Tony helped Bruce remove the gauntlet from the casing before he handed it to the Doctor.

“Good to go, yeah?” Tony asked.

Bruce nodded. “Let’s do it,”

“You remember. Everyone Thanos snapped away five years ago and just bring them back to now.” Tony reminded Bruce “Don’t change anything from the last five years,”

Bruce nodded again “Got it.”

“Good luck,” Katie encouraged before she twisted the star on her bangle causing her suit to flow over her body, Tony doing the same with his chest piece whilst Steve gripped his shield on his arm. Katie’s own shield appeared in front of her and she looked at Steve where he stood next. He flashed her a small smile which she returned before her helmet slid round her head.

“FRIDAY do me a favour and activate Barn Door Protocol” Tony announced as he stepped in line with Clint, a shield springing from his suit. Thor stepped in front of Rocket whilst Rhodey and Scott also fully engaged their suits.

“Yes boss,” she replied and around them all the facility went into lock down as shutters closed over the doors, windows and roof. Katie she stood with her feet slightly apart, in an almost identical stance to Steve, their defences raised in front of them.

Bruce looked at the gauntlet in his hand for a second. “Everybody comes home,” and with that he slid his fingers into the glove which nanobotically expanded to fit his hand. As they watched the stones lit up in different colours, the lines spreading up Bruce’s arm as their power surged up towards his shoulder and neck. He cried out in pain, almost falling and Katie watched worriedly as the man continued to shout and groan, his teeth grit together.

“Bruce?” Katie asked as Steve shifted besides her, his legs apart ready to dive in if he had to. Bruce then knelt down, face contorted in pain.

“Take it off. Take it off!” Thor cried out, starting towards him.

“No, wait.” Steve urged, holding his hand up. They knew something like this was going to happen, they’d seen the mess left of Thanos’ arm. But they couldn’t quit, not now. “ Bruce, are you okay?“ 

“Talk to me, Banner,” Tony demanded.

“I’m okay, I’m okay” he repeated as Thor gave him two thumbs.

After what felt like hours, Bruce slowly raised his arm. With a final grit of his teeth, he moved his fingers and everyone braced themselves. Steve moved himself in front of his wife with his shield raised, even though she was probably more protected than he was, such was his force of habit. Bruce let out a yell and his fingers snapped. Everyone shielded their eyes from the blinding white light that filled the room but it was gone as soon as it had appeared.

Steve had to admit he had expected more, but his concern at the moment was Bruce who collapsed backwards to the floor and the gauntlet slid off his hand dropping to the tiles with a clang.

“Bruce!” he called, kneeling down besides him. Clint booted the gauntlet across the room away from Banner as Tony dropped to his knee next to him.

“Don’t move him.” Tony instructed as Bruce gripped onto Steve’s arm with his left h, blinking in pain. Tony sprayed his right arm which had held the gauntlet with foam to cool him off.

“Did it work?” Bruce asked, his breathing deep.

Katie glanced around. They actually had no idea. They’d need to find out somehow. She spotted Scott walking towards the windows of the facility, the blinds sliding back as the lock down reversed.

“Worth a shot.” Thor said, clearly having already decided it hadn’t. He knelt down besides Banner “It’s okay…”

As Steve, Tony and Thor tended to Bruce, Katie stood up and watched Scott who stood by the window. She squinted and could just make out a few birds in the tree on the patio area. She swallowed slightly, whilst birds hadn’t been uncommon in the five years, they had certainly been down in numbers. It was unusual for four to be in a tree that small. She was then distracted by Clint who had given a sharp intake of breath and she spun to watch him as he picked up his phone with a shaking hand.

“Honey.” he croaked, and she watched as his face contorted into raw emotion as he struggled to speak from sheer happiness. “Honey?”

Katie took a deep breath, as her own tears threatened to overwhelm her. There was only one person that could be, and if it was her then…

“Guys, I think it worked,” Scott spoke from his spot and Katie looked at Steve who glanced up at her, his own eyes shining as he smiled.

“We did it.” Katie breathed out, looking round as she gave a watery laugh, wiping away her tears “Son of a bitch, we actually-“

But she didn’t get chance to finish her sentence as suddenly there was a huge explosion, and the ground was falling open beneath them all.

*****

Smoke. Fire. Ash. Gushing Water. That was all Katie could see, hear and feel. She was aware that FRIDAY was yelling in her ear, then she could hear Tony, and there was something crushing her into the ground further, something ridiculously heavy on her back. She tried to push herself up, but the weight was too much. 

And then it was gone as fast as it had registered in her mind, and a strong arm was hoisting her to her feet.

“Little Stark?” Thor asked as she gave a groan, retracting her helmet. “Are you ok?”

“No serious injuries detected.” FRIDAY spoke in her ear and she nodded to the God.

“I take it that wasn’t the snap.” Tony mumbled as he blasted away a piece of concrete that had been pinning him down on his back. The three took a moment to look around where they were stood in the ruins of the compound, before Thor gave a lowly growl and walked to the edge of the blown apart building, looking down into the huge crater.

“No, it was him.” he nodded. Katie and Tony both joined him and Katie gave a sharp gasp as she saw Thanos in a distance, sat on a rock.

“Where’s Steve?” Katie suddenly remembered him, glancing round furiously. She engaged her helmet again and FRIDAY scanned the piles of rubble but she needn’t have bothered, she spotted him almost immediately. Her and Tony moved towards him, Tony stooping to grab his shield as Katie gently dropped to Steve’s side where he lay unconscious.

“Stevie?” she said gently, “Come on honey, wake up.” Steve in haled sharply, his eyes flying open and Katie let out a sigh of relief.

“That’s my man,“ Tony smiled, leaning down towards Steve who glanced up, his breathing evening out as he realised where he was. “Loose this again,” Tony held out the shield, “I’m keeping it.”

Steve grimaced and turned to look at his wife. “You okay?” “Yeah.” she nodded “Tony’s suits are pretty good, who knew huh?” Tony scoffed as Steve blinked, getting his bearings, before he looked around, taking in the debris and rubble of the compound “What happened?” 

“You mess with time it tends to mess back,” Tony spoke gently, glancing at Katie who turned to look at Steve, her eyes wide with fear. “You’ll see.”

“Thonos?” Steve swallowed, and Katie nodded. Steve exhaled again as Tony helped him to his feet and the three of them walked over to Thor, who was stood observing Thanos from a distance.

“What’s he been doing?” Tony asked, standing to Thor’s left as Katie stood to the God’s right in between him and her husband as the four of them glanced down at the Titan.

“Absolutely nothing,” Thor’s voice was low.

Steve had no idea how the Titan was there, but he didn’t really give a shit either. There was one thing they had to do, and that was all that mattered.

“Where are the stones?” Steve asked.

“Somewhere under all this,” Katie gestured to pile of ruins under their feet. “All we know is that he doesn’t have them.”

“So we keep it that way,” Steve spoke simply, steely determination laced through his voice, his eyes not moving from the Titan.

“You know this is a trap, right?” Thor asked, his gaze also locked on the large warrior.

“Yeah. I don’t much, care,” Tony replied with a shrug.

“Good. Just as long as we’re all in agreement,” Thor nodded, and with that there was a large crack of Thunder and lightning began to surround the God as he stretched out both hands to summon Stormbreaker and Mjolnir. Katie couldn’t help but watch in awe as his casual clothes transformed into his armour and cape, with his beard flowing into a braid, giving him a distinctive Viking Warrior look.

“Good to have you back, Thunder God.” Katie smiled at him as he turned to give her a wink before he looked over her shoulder at Steve, who nodded at him.

“Let’s kill him properly this time,” Thor said.

Thor jumped off the edge of the ruins they were stood on, landing with a loud crash on the ground. Katie moved to one side of Steve, wrapping her arm around his as Tony did the same, the three of them flying forward and landing with a little more grace than Thor had done. The four of them started to walk, but Steve pulled on his wife’s arm.

“You need to promise me.” he looked at her as her helmet flew back “If this starts to go sideways…” “Bit past that.” she looked at him.

He sighed “Baby, the kids.” “Steve.” she sighed, taking a shaky breath “If we don’t get rid of him...”

She trailed off as Steve looked up at Tony and Thor who continued to advance ahead of them. He ran his hand down his face. She was right. He wanted her as far away as possible, with their kids, safe, but nothing was safe now. And if she left, and they failed she was as good as dead anyway, they all were.

“If we go, we go.” she looked at him, the tears in her eyes “We have to try or they don’t stand a chance. Whatever it takes.”

Steve couldn’t bring himself to reply. Instead he gave her a curt nod and the two of them strode forward to confront the man who had haunted their dreams for the past five years.

“You could not live with your own failure,” Thanos said as they drew closer. “Where did that bring you? Back to me. I thought by eliminating half of life, the other half would thrive. But you’ve shown me that’s impossible.”

The four of them split up, as they began to surround Thanos, circling him, whilst he spoke.

“As long as there are those that remembered what was, there are always those that are unable to accept what can be. They will resist.”

“Yeah, we’re all kinds of stubborn,” Tony continued his pacing to stand behind the Titan.

“I’m thankful, because now I know what I must do,” Thanos stood up. “I will shred this universe down to its last atom.” He reached for his helmet which had been propped up on the edge of his sword. “And then with the stones that you’ve collected for me,” he placed the helmet on top of his head, “I’ll create a new one, teeming with life,” he pulled his sword from the ground, “that knows not what is lost, only what has been given,”

There was a rush and a flash as the lighting flew round Thor’s axe and hammer, his eyes flashing as he stood to Thanos’ left as Katie placed herself to his right.

“A grateful universe,” Thanos concluded.

“Born out of blood,” Steve glared up at the man.

“They’ll never know it,” Thanos cocked his head to the right. “Because you won’t be alive to tell them.”

Thor gave out a loud cry as he surged forward, Tony and Katie both shooting into the air whilst Steve threw himself in, shield first, as the four of them worked in tandem.

It was brutal, hard, just as Steve had remembered from Wakanda only this time they were engaged directly with him, and it was fast becoming apparent that this Thanos was equally as vicious an opponent than his future self had been. 

“Okay, Thor. Hit me.” Tony’s voice rang over Steve’s comms as Katie flew up out of the way of the Titan’s sword as he swung it at her, deflecting the blow from her repulsors.

As Steve launched his shield again, Thor banged his axe and hammer together, shooting Tony’s suit with lightening. Tony then shot the extra energy out using his hands and body, Katie joining him. Thanos twirled his blade in front of him, diverting the energy and Steve gave a yell as it rebounded back to Katie, her suit taking a full shot causing her to fly off to the side, colliding harshly with a huge piece of the compound structure.

With a roar of rage, Thor grabbed Stormbreaker and used it to bat his hammer to hit Thanos, who used Tony as a shield, casting the man aside. He lay motionless on the ground.

Steve launched forward but was flung away, landing with a heavy thump to the head. Jesus, he was seeing stars, but he had to get up. He glanced around and saw Katie was pushing herself up on her hands, so she was on all fours. With the ringing still in his ears he saw Thanos pounding down on Thor, Tony motionless in the background. With a loud grunt and his teeth gritting together Steve reached out to push himself up, but he paused when a sudden shock of warmth vibrated up his arm. He instantly glanced down at his hand and realised he’d flattened his palm against Thor’s hammer, not the ground. He frowned for a moment, the last time he had tried to move it, it had given a little, but he hadn’t felt anything like that. With an automatic movement, one that seemed completely out of his control, he reached out and gripped the handle, and sucked in a breath as he pulled up, and the hammer came with him.

Katie got to her feet and spun round right in time to see Mjolnir flying towards Thanos who was currently trying to push Stombreaker through Thor’s chest. 

But if Thor was there then who…

The hammer whacked Thanos harshly in the side of the head, sending him flying away. It carried on for a while before it stopped, and boomeranged back right round and she followed it with her eyes as it flew into Steve’s waiting hand.

“Holy shit...” she spluttered at the same time as Thor breathed a little smugly into the comms.

“I knew it!”  

Steve was wielding the hammer. Steve Rogers, the kid from Brooklyn that was too dumb to run away from a fight was worthy. But then, as Katie watched him turn to look at Thanos, hammer in hand, that determined expression on his face as he sized up his opponent, she realised there was no one else more worthy than the man who had done nothing but continually put his life on the line for others.

Thanos kicked Thor harshly in the chest sending him straight through the rock he was up against and then Steve proceeded to charge at Thanos, swinging Mjolnir and hitting him in the face knocking him down.  Katie took off towards the two, as Steve launched his shield, but Thanos deflected it easily. Katie shot at him again as Steve threw the hammer into to his shield creating a shockwave and knocking Thanos back off his feet before the Captain went on the offensive, shield and hammer flying through the air again and again before he lined his arm back up and summonsed the lighting. Shooting a shock at Thanos he blasted the Titan off his feet before Katie landed in front of him giving a yell. Just as Thor had done before to Tony, he charged up her suit and she powered everything she had into the Titan as he lay on the floor.

Steve drew to her side as she unloaded but before she could say or do anything else Thanos’ sword flew back at her and she dodged out of the way, but wasn’t quite quick enough. It hit her hard in the chest and sent her skidding backwards against the floor where she collided with a metal piping, and everything went dark.

Thanos advanced on Steve, menacingly swinging his weapon and one on one, even with the hammer Steve was no match for him. He lost the hammer and after receiving a nasty stab to the leg, and gash to his arm, he could do nothing but hold his shield up to deflect the blow that was coming his way.

Only it didn’t. 

Thanos’ double edged weapon sank straight into the Vibranium. Steve looked at it in shock and horror, never once had anything ever penetrated the metal, but he didn’t have chance to think about it as the blows continued. Pieces of his shield were shearing away left right and centre and then Thanos tossed him aside like he was a rag doll.

He landed harshly a few feet away from Katie and rolled onto his back, his eyes closing and his chest heaving with exertion as he felt a desperation flood his system as the faces of his kids and his wife flashed through his mind.

Steve Rogers might be worthy, but he was beat.

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[lightshadowverisimilitude]

Wing AU 1/?

So once upon a time I was challenged to the “wings” square on my bingo card (it might have actually been the last bingo round??) I don’t remember who issued that challenge, but here we are: wings and tiny dragons!!

Mind the cut! I am dedicating this to @musicalluna​. You wrote me a wing fic, I write you a wing fic. ~_^

At the moment, it’s kind of at headcanon stage, but we’ll see if it goes anywhere more cohesive.

After some thought and talks, there are going to be changes to what’s already written here, so this will be edited and re-posted in the future.

When it came to natural talents, Tony had more than one, but one of his favorites was timing. To be fair, he didn’t think timing was necessarily the right word, except in the very literal sense. From the moment the Jericho launched, he had a clock going in the back of his head. He knew how long it would take the missile to reach altitude, the exact moment of the payload release, and when the ordinance would hit the ground. To his audience, it probably looked like a combination of luck and good hearing when Tony spread his arms just in time to feel to pressure of the explosion forcing his chest forward while invisible hands yanked his suit jacket tightly around his ribs. Clinging to his chest with both talons and foreclaws, Ferin spread his wings at the same time, and let out a shrill cry of delight that Tony doubted anyone else could hear. The brat had always had a thing for explosions.

Even the battle hardened career military brass who’d assembled to watch his demonstration flinched away from the sheer magnitude of the explosion, and one aide was knocked clear off his feet, his dragon squawking and flapping her wings madly as the both went over.

Using Tony’s reinforced lapel for purchase, Ferin crawled up Tony’s chest and settled smugly on his right shoulder as the dust cleared. Ferin puffed out his chest and mantled his wings up just because Tony had told him before that he was handsome with the light streaming through the blue stained-glass pattern of his membrane. He nipped at Tony’s ear until Tony obligingly touched that soft warmth deep in his chest and let his own wings open, diaphanous and glowing blue against the dust.

The echo of the explosion slowly died away, making the patter of small rocks and dirt hitting the ground unnaturally loud in the stunned silence. Applause broke out, avarice lit up the eyes of the brass, and Tony dropped his arms to his side. One Air Force colonel reached out to pat him on the back, but Ferin spat a crackling hiss at him, and he settled for excitedly pumping his arm in the air. The colonel’s own dragon – a fine-boned little thing with an elegantly pointed face – gave Ferin a thoroughly unimpressed look, and then bit her human on the cheek when his jumping jostled her around enough that she had to spread her wings for balance.

Tony popped the top on the mobile bar, took a spare moment to appreciate the frigid air pouring out of it, and poured himself a drink. Dozens of wild dragons were up in the air, calling out shrilly and wheeling circles above the explosion site, as excited by the display as the military brass, and just as vocal about it.

“I knew I should’ve moved you to Hollywood,” Rhodey said as Tony eased himself out of the celebratory circle jerk of military brass salivating over SI’s biggest and newest.

Tony let his wing tip curve forward to brush Rhodey’s arm, and then tucked them away. Zorixian was curled up on top of Rhodey’s helmet, looking like nothing so much as a craggy gray rock, soundly asleep and obviously unconcerned with the loud noises. He’d sunk his foreclaws firmly into the netting that Rhodey had to replace at least once a month, and huffed out a stream of smoke as he slept.

“Jealous?” Tony asked without much enthusiasm. He was restless, and hot, and covered in dust, and had about 30 million other things to work on at home. Obie had promised that it would be the last demo for him, that they could talk about Tony’s other projects, and whether or not some of SI’s attention could be redirected. Rhodey didn’t like the idea, but then again, it was Rhodey’s job to keep Tony happy and producing bigger and better killing machines.

“The stage is all yours, my friend,” Rhodey said. He reached up absently to scratch Rix’s eye ridge, and the dragon grumbled in his sleep. His long tail unfurled, revealing his stunning red underbelly, and tapped languidly between Rhodey’s shoulder blades as he soaked up the attention along with the Afghani sunshine. Never one for sitting still, Ferin scampered around Tony’s collarbone to his other shoulder, wrapped his tail around Tony’s neck, and leaned over so he could bat at Rix’s tail. The bigger dragon affected not to notice, but he nailed Ferin smack on the snout on the next pass. Ferin snorted smoke indignantly, and Tony stepped away before Rhodey’s head could become a wrestling ring.

Tony offered Rhodey the rest of his drink, but Rhodey waved it off with the usual line about being on duty. Tony knew that Rhodey had been authorized to do just about anything short of murder to keep Tony content in the military’s lap, but he let it slide. Rhodey had always had a better work ethic than Tony anyways.

“This is good, Tony. This is going to do a lot of good,” Rhodey said, reaching out to squeeze the back of Tony’s neck. He left his arm across Tony’s shoulder and Ferin shamelessly rubbed his head on Rhodey’s forearm while Rix looked on through slitted red eyes.

Tony said nothing. He knew that his weapons kept American soldier safe, and the whole reason he’d built the Jericho had been to safely bomb cave complexes so American soldiers didn’t have to go in on foot. He’d built it to save American lives.

The dozens of wild dragons had swollen to hundreds. He wondered how long it would take them to realize that the pretty flash of light and fire had decimated the stretch of craggy rocks where surely some of them could have made homes.

“Let’s get this show on the road, shall we?” Tony prompted after he judged that the brass had been given enough time to drool over the display, but not too much time that the excitement died down. Not that the excitement was likely to die down after such a spectacular show, but the principle was the still the same. He might have had other interests and bigger plans for his company, but he knew his business, and he knew how to work a crowd. He and stepped away from the safety of Rhodey’s massive iron gray wings to supervise the dismantling of the Jericho platform, much to the distress of his greedy audience.

Maybe it was petty for Tony to boot Rhodey out of his Humvee, but Tony wasn’t good company just then.

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~*~

Tony’s wings had been strong. The link between him and Ferin that granted him the wings, that gave him flight, had always been the touch-stone of his life. Lying wingless and broken in a military hospital, Tony wondered why he’d even tried to fly without them. What could rocket fuel have on the subtle currents of air pressing against his wings? What could a suit of armor have on Ferin flying circles around him in the sunlight?

The arc reactor glowed the same blue as his wings had been. The same blue as the stained glass of Ferin’s membranes. It sat, heavy and cold, in the same place that his bond had once been. He hated it, and yet he couldn’t help unshielding the reactor in the darkness of the hospital room, just to see the glow on the walls.

He could feel the solidness of Rhodey behind him, slouched in an uncomfortable hospital chair and pretending to be asleep. He could feel Rix’s mournful red eyes on his back. Both of them had been shocked when they’d found Tony without Ferin, and he knew how much they must have secretly hated him for not being able to save his dragon. He knew how much they pitied him for having lost his wings. The doctor had been callous enough to cheerfully remind him that he could always get another dragon, that he could get his wings back. Rhodey had chased the man out of the room before Tony could do more than draw in a breath, but he’d thought in that moment that maybe he’d gained firebreath when he’d lost his wings. He’d wanted to roast the doctor alive right where he’d stood for making the suggestion, for being there at all when Yinsen wasn’t, for having his petite green and white striped dragon perched on his shoulder when Tony hadn’t even been able to take Ferin’s body home.

Tony grabbed a pillow and used it to stifle the light. It wasn’t fair that he had a literal light buried in his chest when the whole world had gone dark and dim. It wasn’t fair to have that comfort at all.

Rhodey didn’t touch him when he started to shake with the force of his sobs, and Tony cried himself to an exhausted, lonely sleep.

~*~

Rhodey had put his life on hold for months to get Tony back, had picked Tony up out of the sands with his own hands, and hadn’t said anything when Tony numbly confessed that he hadn’t even been awake when Ferin had bled out on the sands. Rhodey had sat in that uncomfortable hospital chair for days while Tony was nursed back from the brink of death by dehydration, by malnourishment, by exposure, by a broken heart. He hadn’t done more than swallow hard when the nurses cut away the rags of Tony’s clothing to find the welts from the lash, and the ugliness in his chest that glowed blue like the sunlight streaming through Ferin’s membranes.

Set against all of that, Tony shouldn’t have been surprised when Rhodey walked away from him after the press conference. Tony had made that announcement knowing that it was a betrayal of their professional relationship. He wanted to say that he knew Rhodey would come back – Rhodey had come for him out on the sounds (but he hadn’t known then about Ferin) – but with the missing weight at Tony’s shoulder, he wasn’t sure of anything at all.

Later, Obadiah grabbed him by the shoulder. He hadn’t been able to grab Tony there since he’d turned seven and Ferin had alighted on his shoulder. The weight of Obie’s big hand squeezing him exactly where Ferin’s claws should have been digging into his skin was enough to make Tony feel sick. Showing him the arc reactor made him so nauseous that he thought he was going to throw up all over Obadiah’s shiny black shoes.

Tony breathed through it, and let Obie stare at his chest. It felt wrong, like being violated somehow. Obie smiled like he’d just been given the moon, a hundred-year bottle of scotch, and a fine cigar all wrapped up with a bow.

~*~

The first time he flew in the Mark II, all he could think was that Ferin would have loved it. He tried to imagine what it would have been like to his wings unfolded around the suit, and how much more freeing it would have been without the flight stabilizers. He knew that he wouldn’t have ever thought to build the suit if he’d had Ferin with him, so it was a moot point, and painful as far as mental exercises went.

He caught himself designing a warm compartment that could attach to the chest plate so Ferin could ride with him at those incredible speeds, and quickly scraped it. He left the suit in pieces on the polished floor and hurried out of the workshop, leaving his bots to stare after him. They missed Ferin too, and they didn’t understand why he was gone, and Dum-E kept adding bits of copper wire to the nest Tony hadn’t been able to touch since he’d gotten back.

Tony made it as far as the stairs. He caught onto the handrail unsteadily. Underneath the arc reactor, his heart raced and his lungs struggled to expand.

Lung capacity severely reduced, he reminded himself. Breathe slowly and regularly.

Refusing to obey orders, his breath came faster and faster. He realized he was hyperventilating and tried to laugh, but the world was already going dark around the edges by then. The laughing-while-passing-out experiment lasted all of thirty seconds.

[asiginaak]

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[mechagalaxy]

Somebody took them out Tales from the Metaportal

“Somebody took them out”

Caitlyn tossed her gloves into her helmet and kicked her feet up onto my desk. I raised an eyebrow and she gave me a disgusted look and turned to Colonel Scott and gave a slightly more military report.

“Somebody took them out, sir. I mean the raid forces assembled as usual, mom and I were set up along the two big gate lines they would need to get to the War World, but they didn’t show up. Mom sent me in to take a look, because I run faster than she does if we got spotted, but there was no point”

Daniel dropped an encrypted message tablet on the desk and settled back in his seat, pouring four fingers of whiskey into his glass before handing the bottle across to the rest of us. He sighed, and sipped his whiskey.

“I have reports from a few old friends in other clans, same deal. The forces for the raid were mustered, the signs were there, but no one came”

Sipping again, Daniel mused.

“What the hell happened to call it off?”

Caitlyn stretched, popping vertebra strained from too long running flat out in a lurching Keradon, and scowled at the two men who hadn’t bothered listening to her the first time. Capping the whiskey bottle and tucking it in a drawer she continued both the excellent scouting and terrible military protocol she was known for.

“I swear there is no sense even reporting, you never listen. I didn’t say they aren’t coming, I said someone took them out. Oh you tee out. I still remember enough of that Gorax corrupt code to do a real number on the gate lock, and I got through for an actual look. There were spiky bits like Xeon and Unification go for in the wreckage, some of those weird blue hull bird legged Vupa Walkers like the pirates like, and a couple of those traffic cone orange Nerio clones that are exclusive to whatever galactic bad guy emporium the big bad guys shop at. Enough scrap for a few thousand mecha being shot up, lots of brass, lots of armour, lots of scorch marks where someone sanitized the bodies with plasma, but no bad guys.”

Daniel and I glanced at each other over our drinks, then each of us pulled up the intelligence reports we had been going over.

“Daniel”, I asked “You had a hard fix on where the other clans are at right? I fixed Vupa, Cogwork, Claude fixed Novum Dolorum and Jungle Moon, and Claudio scoured pirate moon. Everybody is accounted for”

Daniel put down his whiskey and turned to Caitlyn, his eyes slowly coming into focus as the last of his intel reports finished scrolling across his retinal display. His voice was thoughtful as he asked,

“Caitlyn, when you say scrap, do you mean signs that the mecha were destroyed, or signs the mecha were shut down, then hauled off as issorla?”

The old clan term had never caught on in Metaportal, but among the warrior clans in the home universe, Issorla meant captured loot.

Caitlyn was working her hair out of the braids she kept it in under her helmet, she pointed a finger at her CO and made the shooting gesture and replied cheerfully.

“Got it in one boss man. Somebody caught the raid with an their thumbs up their reactor cores, tore them a new vent port, then sanitized anything they couldn’t steal so we can’t even be sure who it was who was supposed to be ambushing us.

Caitlyn stopped, and turned more serious. She caught both her father and CO’s eyes to make sure they were paying attention now.

“Take this as a no drek scout report, whoever took them out was one heck of a lot tougher than we are, and they didn’t just get a couple of Issorla mecha like we do after the raid, I mean they TOOK the raid, lock stock and fugly Anzu. That, and from the signs of it, they did it inside of six hours from start to finish. Worried yet?”

It was a sign of how that last bit hit that neither Daniel or I could be bothered to bug Caitlyn about her lack of military decorum. Six hours to totally take the raid. Whoever it is, took not only our raid, but all the raids, at once, and we didn’t spot hide nor hair of them doing it.

“Holy crap Daniel, we got a new player. I mean we had all the pirates under observation, it wasn’t them. You had all the Clans under observation, so it wasn’t us. Who the heck is left. On a good day what passes for national armies here could probably jump one of the Division Three clans, if they were without honour guard, and totally drunk. Even then, the clan would probably win.”

I was a little worried, but I wasn’t thinking far enough.

Daniel was staring at the star charts, and flagging each of the gates that we, or one of the allied clans had scouts at. The reports flowered, covering all the gates with the cold blue of negative, non contact. Icon after icon went from amber to blue as each gate we knew reported no enemy passage.

“Well doesn’t that kicks like a pair of hand held nukes in your jockey shorts!” Daniels swore.

He went on, leaning forward and expanding the display so we could all see it.

“Forget who did it, I have two better questions. Where the heck did they come from, and how do you suppose we are supposed to stop them if they can pop in, eat our raids in a quarter of the time we could and pop back out again without us even detecting them?”

Daniel stared at the map, and we shook our heads. Someone out there was ready to drop the hammer on all the Clans in the Metaportal, and I only wondered how long until it fell.

John T Mainer 28840

[foggy-notion]

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