#BUT EVERYBODY KNOWS WHY AND TONY'S VERY BAD AT BEING SUBTLE

[rhodeys]

Tbh, imagine Rhodey playing Tennis tho. Where they wear exclusively polo shirts (I mean at least the fancy kind of tennis). All those olympics AUs where Rhodey plays anything but Tennis is Rhodey slander frankly. Tony would fall in love immediately seeing him in a polo shirt.

i..... need to take a moment

[glacial-snowflakes]

Subtle hum of the Hudson River - part 2 // Loki

A/N: Hi darlings! I'm sorry for not posting but I kind of don't have that much time rn :( I'm so so sorry! I hope you like it! <3

Here is part 1

Pairing: Loki x fem!reader

Word count: 2,5k

Summary: You and Loki take a stroll down the river, letting yourself be honest with each other. The words you spoke have an unexpected result.

WARNINGS: it's all fluff, don't you worry!; parts written like this are retrospection

Likes, comments, and reblogs are greatly appreciated. It’s really motivating <3

Outrage and disgust filled every little whisper he heard. The team's looks were so sharp that they could cut one's skin open. Sighs full of hatred. Snarky remarks, supposedly innocent, yet hurt like hell. Why would anyone care about God of Mischief? Yes, he might live in the Tower, and yes, he might call himself one of the Avengers now, but he would never belong. Never. Not after what he did.

"They will never trust me, won't they?" Loki asked Thor, his sight focused on a cup he was holding in his frozen hands. The tea wasn't hot anymore. It went cold just like his heart that had never known the warmth of love. Trickster raised his eyes to meet Thor's. God of Thunder could swear that for a moment, he saw despair painted onto his brother's pale face. "I thought you didn't care about them nor their attitude towards you."

"I don't." The raven-haired man said immediately but seeing his brother's smile made him speak the truth. "I hate the way they look at me. I know what I did, and I deserve it. It's just— Nevermind." Loki sighed and took a sip of his cold tea. Speaking about his feelings was never his strong suit. Opening up to someone and spilling his guts felt like a nightmare he didn't want to experience at all costs. Runaway was the best choice.

"If you want to gain their trust, start with Lady Y/N. She's the most perfect for being the first one to break the ice with. Believe me." Thor gave his brother a clap on the back and nodded. "Go on."

"She's holding a knife right now. I am the one who stabs, not the one to be stabbed." Loki muttered. Thor's look said everything. In response, God of Mischief just rolled his eyes, stood up, and slowly approached you. You seemed so focused on the meal you were preparing that you didn't even notice him at first. He cleared his throat. "Lady Y/N."

You snapped out of the trance you were in just a few seconds ago. You lifted a knife you were holding in your hand. It was all covered up in ice, even sharper than the kitchen utensil itself. You held it up in front of your face as you were breathing rather heavily, scared of the sudden voice that made you come back to earth with a bump. Loki could swear that for a moment, your eyes turned impeccably white, just like the snow you could summon whenever you wanted.

"I— I'm so sorry, I didn't want to scare you. I truly mean it." Loki said immediately, waving his hands, the visible awkwardness painted onto his face.

"No, no! It's not your fault." You smiled to assure him that everything was fine. "Whenever I'm cooking, I'm in a trance. Just me, food, my mind free of all the bad thoughts that have been haunting me." You waved your hand in which you were holding a knife, and the ice melted away, just like that, not leaving any mark behind. Loki gave you a subtle nod and asked. "What are you cooking?"

"Oh, I won't tell you." You blurted out, which was followed by the awkward silence. "It's because I'm making my secret dish. Y/N's secret delicacy. No one knows what's inside except me." You explained in the blink of an eye. Loki seemed to be a little bit confused. Oh boy, you weren't good at small talks either. "If you want to, you can stay and sit here. We can talk about whatever you want or, if not, we can sit there in silence. It depends on you."

A sweet, delicate smile appeared on your face. You knew it was hard for Loki. You could see that. You noticed these quick looks he was giving whenever someone whispered his name. You noticed his need to be included when you were in a group, but everybody seemed to be ignoring him. Nobody wanted him to participate in meetings or conversations. He was in a crowd, yet he felt like he was all by himself. You saw all of this, and it made you feel bad. You knew what he did, but in the end, he was one of you now. Every god could bleed, and it hurt you to watch.

You wanted to make the raven-haired man feel better. Even if you were the only one to do this and every other person was about to judge you, you wanted Loki to feel included, to feel important. You promised yourself that it would be YOU who will make Loki feel welcomed, welcomed in a place where everyone pushed him away.

"Can I ask what your exact powers are?" Loki started the conversation, and you couldn't help but smiled. He truly wanted to talk with you. How adorable.

"I'm a demigod with cryokinetic powers. It would take a lot to talk about my abilities, but I will tell you that my favorite one is making ice daggers. Quick and simple, though it took some time to master the perfect shape." You chuckled. "Learning to aim ideally in a battle to cut through a chest and freeze someone's heart was the most problematic part."

"I didn't know you are so violent and tough."

"I am not... I guess I pretend to be." You said quietly, not looking upon a cutting board. A deep sigh escaped your mouth. "You know, it's not a job for everyone. Sometimes I'm too gentle for that."

You didn't let the silence last forever, as you immediately asked. "How do you find yourself here? Do you like the Tower?"

"Ah, you know... It has changed since the last time I visited." Loki said, clearly ashamed of all the damage he did back in 2012. Till these days, the thought of the Chitauri ravaging New York gave you the shivers. It was a very demanding and traumatizing first day of work as the Avenger.

"A renovation was a must." You joked; to clear the air and shoo away the atmosphere that was creeping towards you. "What about your room?"

"If you can call a small couch in Thor's bedroom my room, then I guess it's okay."

"You sleep on Thor's couch?" It was something that surprised you and not in a good way. You got that Loki wasn't everyone's favorite member, but there was a ton of empty bedrooms in the Tower in which he could live.

The God of Mischief nodded. "It's not that bad."

"I don't care. I will talk to Tony. You have to have your own bedroom. It's not like you can sleep on his couch forever. It's not comfortable in the long run." Loki opened his mouth to say something, but you cut him off. "I've got it covered, don't worry."

There was something in talking to you that made Loki feel at home. The way you looked at him; gave him the sweetest and prettiest smiles he has ever seen. There was no hate in your voice, no disgust that he's been experiencing on a daily basis since he could remember. You actually treated him like a human being, despite everything he has ever done. There was only one person he knew with such a kind heart, and you reminded him of her; you reminded him of Frigga.

"You know..." Loki begun. "I feel like you are the only one that doesn't want to cut my throat or stab my heart with my dagger."

You smiled gently. "I think you deserve a second chance."

"And why is that?"

"This is a story for another time."

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"Where do you think you two are going?" Tony asked when you and Loki approached the elevator. God of Mischief gave him a quick stare before pushing the button with an arrow pointing down. You turned your head to face Tony, who was making himself a coffee. "We're going on a walk." You answered with a smile on your face.

"It's almost midnight."

"Said a man with a cup of coffee in his hand." You chuckled. "We're going to be fine. He's a god, and I'm a demigod. Nothing bad will happen to us."

You knew that it wasn't you who Tony was worried about; he still didn't trust Loki. When you joined the Avengers, you were one of the youngest in the group. Fresh blood, you could say. Stark watched you growing from an impulsive, careless kid with ice powers to a deliberate adult, a demigod aware of her cryokinetic strength. Seeing you change over the years, he felt responsible for your life. Even if Man of Iron knew you could handle yourself, Loki was too powerful. Tony refused to believe in his change, and with it, he was afraid that the Trickster was purely playing with you. If only they saw Loki as you did.

A few minutes later, you two were strolling down the New York. Just you, Loki, and the subtle hum of the Hudson River that made your troubled hearts feel at peace. Slowly paced steps. Your knuckles barely brushing each other woke up armies of butterflies in your stomachs that went on war. If you were bold enough, you would grab his hand in yours and intertwined your fingers together, holding him like it was the end of the world. It was something you truly wanted from the moment Thor brought him into the group.

"So..." Loki cleared his throat. "If you want to, we can talk or, if not, we can walk in silence. It depends on you."

"I'm not ready, not yet... I'm sorry."

"Don't you ever be sorry for not being ready to talk about your feelings, Lady Y/N." Loki grabbed your wrist and made you stop your steps. "Ever, okay?"

Something was mesmerizing in his beautiful eyes and a worried smile. Something that made your heart beat faster; palms get sweaty and clammy. Something that made you agree to everything he said. It was like a trick, but not like the ones he did from time to time to piss of Thor or Tony. No.

You snapped out of it and nodded. "Okay." You said and took your wrist from his hand. You began to walk again with Loki by your side when he asked. "Lady Y/N. A few months ago, I had asked why I deserve a second chance. You'd never gave me an answer. I'd still like to know."

You smiled, looking at the tiny waves on the river. "I knew you'd asked that sooner or later. I think I can finally tell you why I think this way." Your eyes focused on his face now. "Okay... Let me tell you something. It's not a surprise that you've made some pretty bad decisions in your life, and you've hurt a lot of people. You think you're a monster, and you don't deserve to be loved. You were never more wrong.

"In this group, you probably won't find one spotless person. We are people that made huge mistakes. You don't have to look far." You grabbed his hand without thinking. It was an impulse that just felt right. "I was a reckless kid when I got these powers. No one was there to guide me through them, learn how to be in control. And to a bullied kid like me, it was something that made me feel better than others. I was the one on the top. With my mortal mum that couldn't handle the demigod kid and my godly father that had so many half-blood children he didn't give a shit about, no one could stop me. The bullied became the bully. I don't like to call myself that, but this is true. I went through hell, and I made sure they felt the same way. I'm not proud of it, but that is who I was.

"So you have me. And then there's former HYDRA's witch, a billionaire who made deadly weapons, former Russian spy, former HYDRA's most famous brainwashed assassin and etcetera. Welcome, you're just as messed up as we are. Being here with us is your chance to become a better man. You belong here, Loki. Trust me."

At that moment, something broke inside of him. For a second, he stopped being a mysterious, private God of Mischief that didn't want to let in anybody. He let go of all the concerns and worries that had been occupying his mind for far too long. He threw away the image of a monster he considered himself to be.

The words you spoke made him realize that as long as you were next to him, there was nothing he couldn't do. You were the key to his pure heart from the beginning. You were the answer he'd been looking for all along. You were the light that could sweep away the darkness that'd been consuming him from within, and he wanted you to shine beside him forever.

When Loki leaned over to your ear, all you could feel was his warm, shaky breath on your neck that sent the shivers down your spine. "Don't hate me for this." He whispered almost inaudibly as his hands found their way to your hips. His long, lean fingers quite roughly pressed onto your skin. Just like electricity, his touch pierced through your whole body, made your knees get weaker. Your senses were fogged, almost like you were under control. All you could focus on was how his mellowy soft lips felt against yours. The kiss was sweet and passionate, yet gentle at the same time. It wasn't hasty and rough like you'd expect it to be, no. There was something else, something special about it. It was Loki's way to describe every little feeling he had for you. Your adorable smiles you'd been giving him, slight touches you didn't even think he noticed, tea and sympathy. It was all for what he wanted to return the favor.

For a moment, you weren't sure if this was real. Was it just a pure imagination of your mind that was thirsty for love and affection? Or maybe it was a trick, fake reality that you'd fallen for so naively? No, it couldn't be. You could feel it. Feel your heart crazily pounded like it wanted to escape the cage in which it was held for far too long. It was the only thing that helped you stay sober.

You didn't want to stop this. You wanted to stay in this moment forever, scared that once it ended, it would never come back.

"Loki..." You started when you two pulled out to catch a breath. "I could never hate you for making my dreams come true."

The raven-haired man didn't say anything. In response, he wrapped his arms around your still weak body and brought you even closer, so there was no space left between you and him. You felt his chin gently placed on the top of your head. With a smile on your face, you embraced him tightly and snuggled your face onto his chest. All that you heard was his heart pounding fast in the same rhythm as yours, as the subtle hum of the Hudson River accompanied your feelings growing for each other at that moment.

tag: @handmaiden-of-mischief @amiechuchu

[beauty-and-passion]

My True Identity: foreshadowing and cruel irony

I promised this analysis long ago. I promised I would have finally started the rewatch.

And here I am. After all this time, it's finally rewatch time.

Before proceeding with this, let me clarify a couple points:

These analyses won't have a clear schedule. As you know, some episodes take a lot of time, while others are much simpler and/or shorter. I will just post every time I finish an analysis.

Not all episodes might be worth an analysis. Some might be fused into one post, others might be completely ignored. That doesn’t mean they’re useless, but only that I personally have nothing to say about them.

For now, I don't plan to talk about episodes I talked about, like DWIT and POF. But who knows, maybe there will be something else to add, when I'll come back to them? Still, for now don't expect anything new for these two episodes.

These are all my personal thoughts, so I could be completely wrong about everything. If you disagree/agree/want to add something, please feel free to do it.

As always, I might talk about all sorts of themes, so read at your own risk.

And now, let's begin.

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An unclear plan

When he looked back at the first episode of what would've become Sanders Sides, Thomas himself admitted he had no clear plan about what he wanted to do. Would he film just a bunch of vlogs with these characters taken from his Vines? Would he do silly, funny sketches and talk about some random theme every time? He had no idea.

And this episode shows it: it really looks more like a simple, light-hearted vlog with funny characters, rather than what it would've become.

And this is probably what makes it a very intriguing start. Looking at it in retrospect, you can find a lot of stuff. You can see a lot of cruel irony, considering what these characters are saying and who is saying what. You can see a lot of points that will actually be discussed throughout the series. And you can even notice a lot of foreshadowing.

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The main point of Sanders Sides

[Thomas]: Do I really know myself as well as I should? (...)  I need to have a sit-down with myself, figure myself out, and maybe come to a better understanding that we all could learn from! Let’s do this!

This first episode might not take the future developments of the series into consideration, but the main point was still here.

Thomas doesn't know himself well enough. There's a lot he has to figure out. He needs to talk with himself and learn more.

Considering who are the last two sides Thomas learned about, this is just adorable. Look at this young Thomas, so cute and naive, thinking: "Oh yes, I will learn more about myself and it will all be fun and games! :DDD". So adorable, he has no idea what the future has in store for him.

This also connects to another point I mentioned in my analysis about the Dark Sides: before starting the series, Thomas didn't know his sides well enough. And we can see it in the way they interact between them and with Thomas.

For example, this part:

[Morality]: And no matter what, no one knows you better than yourself. Am I right, Tony? [Thomas]: Not my name. [Morality]: Then what is it?

I know it was a joke, but it was also a confirmation. Not even his own heart knows him well. Thomas never truly spoke with his sides - and they never truly spoke between them. They've always played a role - the teacher, the prince, the dad. Now they can start knowing each other.

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Possible foreshadowing about Roman's arc

[Thomas]: Like, okay, relationships (...) where do I stand in those regards? [Princey]: I have a pretty ideal vision of love... There's someone out there for me... One true love... [Logic]: But you tend to overthink things, rule out possibilities with logic, dream up obstacles with each new connection you make... [Thomas]: And that when the anxiety kicks in. Maybe that’s why I haven’t found a person for me yet.

Oh boy, I can feel the last episodes and Asides looming over me.

Let's analyze each part of this conversation:

1) Thomas (and Roman) has a pretty ideal vision of love. One true love waiting for him. And now, guess what? Thomas is in love with Nico. And we all remember how Roman welcomed the idea of this new love in their lives.

[Roman]: I so... SO badly want this. I- I'm desperate for it...

And also how amazed he was, when they came back home:

[Roman]: A POET! To top it all off, he's a poet!

Considering the above premises, would it be so difficult for Roman to start idealizing this relationship with Nico? To consider Nico the “one true love” he talked about? To put him on a pedestal and, at the same time, search inside him all the characteristics the one true love should have?

This could lead to a very interesting possibility: Thomas putting Nico under the pressure of being his perfect man, to have all those characteristics his dreamy, romantic side wants to see. All while considering him incredibly perfect to the point of becoming inhuman.

All of this could end up only one way: scaring Nico. Maybe to the point of driving him away from Thomas.

2) Thomas overthinks, “rule out possibilities with logic” and dreams up obstacles. Could this also be a possible foreshadowing?

At the end of FWSA, when Thomas asked if they were ready for this relationship, Virgil stopped smiling, all while the camera slowly zoomed on him. The message was clear: Virgil isn’t ready for a change yet.

So we have Roman, who sees Nico as the perfect, ideal man of his dreams. And we have Virgil, afraid of changes, overthinker by nature and prone to self-deprecation.

The ingredients are all here: it is very possible that Thomas/Roman will put Nico on a pedestal and, the moment Nico is scared by Roman's adoration, Virgil starts to freak out and to talk bad about himself, because why someone so perfect and dreamy like Nico would ever love someone like Thomas?

This could potentially lead to a heated confrontation between Virgil and Roman that could be the metaphorical last nail on the coffin: Roman is already hurt because Patton sided with Janus. Nico drifting away from Thomas and Virgil's self-deprecation might convince him that yes, Thomas is truly bad and unworthy of love like Virgil says. He himself is bad and unworthy because he's not the perfect Creativity he should be.

And this can be a great starting point for his character arc.

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OH THE IRONY part 1: no one learned anything (yet)

[Morality]: But that’s okay. The important thing to keep in mind is nobody’s perfect. Everyone comes with their own flaws. [Thomas]: Including me. [Princey]: Yes, someone will accept us, flaws and all. Until that day, I shall learn to love... myself. 

Oh hey, look: the end of POF and Roman who still hasn't learnt nothing.

Jokes aside, I love how Patton is the one who says that everybody has flaws, but he excludes Thomas. It's Thomas himself who says he has flaws as well.

Doesn't that remind you of anything? Like this moment in SvS?

[Patton]: Well... Nobody's perfect... Except for Thomas! He loves his friends!

Patton saw Thomas as perfect and pure from the start. I love this, because it's very subtle and you don't notice it - until the events of SvS and POF.

But while Patton is finally learning (after almost 30 episodes) that Thomas isn't perfect, Roman is still very far from his goal of loving himself.

That's probably why he needs a romance this much: by focusing on someone else, he can easily ignore how much he doesn't like himself and his flaws.

And hey, I can even guess the name of these "flaws" he doesn't like so much.

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These words are not foreshadowing at all

[Logic]: Um... Are we bringing up flaws now? Because if so, get ready to take a lot of notes. [Thomas]: Oh, uh... [Logic]: -continuing- Okay, you ready? Here we go. You procrastinate A LOT. [Morality]: You can be a bit selfish with your food and your other belongings... [Princey]: You’re definitely not the most adventurous person... [Thomas]: Okay, maybe this was a bad idea if I'm supposed to be learning to love myself. [Logic]: Ah, but remember, everyone has flaws.

Let's not forget that Thomas still had no clear plan, while filming this episode. This was supposed to be just a vlog.

But look at how the universe made these characters say these things. Look at dear sweet Patton, bringing up Thomas’ selfishness. How cute, he really has no idea what episodes are waiting for him.

And Roman brings up Thomas’ fear of changes. Awww, how cute, he has NO IDEA of the guy that will become his worst nightmare and his bestie at the same time <3

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OH THE IRONY part 2: just look who's talking

[Morality]: Well, it’s important to be nice to ourselves and cut ourselves some slack every once in a while... [Princey]: Wouldn’t want to be our own villain, would we?

LOOK WHO’S TALKING.

Just look at the absolute irony of Mr. Selflessness talking about the importance of being nice to ourselves. Mr. Thomas-Should-Be-A-Martyr saying that cutting us some slack is good.

All while Mr. I-Thought-I-Was-Your-Hero tells us that we don’t want to be our own villain, right? Right?

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Three fundamental questions

[Princey]: Well, what do you wish to look for in a relationship? What are you hoping to gain from having another person in your life? [Thomas]: Um... I don’t know. Someone who’s a nice compliment to me... someone who wants a long stable relationship... someone who indulges in the same sense of humor, and um... someone who can binge-watch cartoons with me.

This might be considered another foreshadowing of Thomas and Nico's relationship - maybe even the solution of the drama that will take place, after Roman and Virgil's fight we suggested before. The best solution: not putting Nico on a pedestal and seeing him as the perfect man, but appreciating him for who he is, for the normal guy he is - a guy Thomas loves and nothing else.

[Logic]: With everything you've learned, what do you wish to do with your education? [Thomas]: Ooh... I am not sure... I’d love to figure out ways to help the environment. Science was always my strong point and I love chemistry.

As I said multiple times, I think Thomas' decision to leave chemical engineering and become an actor will play a huge role in Logan's arc. And this question slighty hints at this.

At this point in time, Thomas still wants to use his education in a fruitful way. He still wants to use science, it's still his main goal. Doing silly videos is just an addition. "A good start", as he said:

[Thomas]: I think just being able to put out silly light-hearted content into the world is kind of a good start. It makes me really happy to do that. [Logic]: Well there you go. A good foundation.

And that's how Logan considers it as well: just a foundation. Not something that will take a huge part of Thomas' life. These videos are just a start.

This explains his reactions in the following episodes, especially how much he insisted on Thomas having a real job: after all, these videos are not something serious. Why focusing so much on them?

This could potentially be the starting point of Logan's increasing frustration and the reason of his final snap in season 3, that would also start his character arc.

But Patton’s question is what really surprises me:

[Morality]: What positive impacts do you inevitably hope to bring to this world?

Not only this screams POF, but it shows something for the first time: that Patton is silly, but he’s also clever. He’s not a complete idiot. He likes to be silly, he IS silly, but this question proves he's a lot more mature than he seems.

And if you think this is just a one-time thing, don't worry, we'll see it again in the future.

Is this a foreshadowing of my next analysis? Well, the episode was all foreshadowing, why can't I foreshadow something as well? ;)

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[classic80sand90smovieloves2]

Meeting and Dating Anthony ��Meat” Tuperello

(My gif)(requested by my heart)

- You met Meat when your friend had convinced you to join her in asking about his nickname. Wendy had urged her to do so and since she was too shy to go alone you went with her. 

- So before first period on the first day of school you found yourself walking up to the group of boys and awkwardly standing behind your friend as she innocently introduced herself and you. When he looked away from her to gaze at you his mouth went dry and his heart skipped a beat. Your friend had to repeat herself when asking about his nickname because he was too preoccupied with looking at you. 

“Sorry, sorry what did you say?”  “Why do they call you meat!?” 

-  When he danced around answering the question you began to catch on. After all, why would his friends be cracking up behind him if not for the exact reason you thought? Ultimately Meat turned the two of you away, apologizing for not being able to explain and watching as you followed your disappointed friend back to Wendy.  

- You would have no way of knowing but he had acted much shyer than usual because of your presence. He was a little embarrassed and didn’t want your first impression of him to be bad which is why he didn’t need persuading to say “no can do” to showing you how he got his nickname. 

- Later that day, he spotted you as you were sitting in the court yard during your lunch period. Meat’s in no way a shy guy so he has no problem approaching you and asking to sit beside you as he strikes up a conversation. 

- At first you’re a little wary of him because of your previous encounter but he manages to sway your opinion of him and you find yourself enjoying his company. You can’t help but find him cute in a goofy, dumb jock kind of way.

- He introduces you to his friends after the two of you talk for a few days and get to know each other. They’re all pretty much lovable dumbasses so you have no problem with joining the group and becoming friends with them yourself.

- As you get closer and start hanging out more, Meats attraction to you gets stronger. You’re not just a pretty girl to him anymore, you’re a person and you’ve got sense of humor and a personality that he loves. He won’t admit it to anyone but he’s full on falling for you.

- Theres a subtle change in Meats personality/actions when he has a crush on someone. His “flirting” is sort of the same as his usual behavior which is why it’s near impossible to see that something has changed between you two (at least on his end). He teases you and gets touchy but if you know Meat then you know that that’s sort of just how he is.

- You think nothing of it when he has an arm around you or leans his chin on your shoulder because that’s just what most of the guys do with each other. Why would you be any different?

- The two of you tease each other constantly. You’re the only one whose allowed to prank or insult him without repercussions. If you’re teasing him then you’re paying attention to him which is all he wants even if it means some of the guys laugh at him.

- Speaking of teasing/pranking. All of a sudden you’ll be hugged from behind and hoisted in the air or lugged over his shoulder. He loves hearing you shriek and giggle in surprise, plus it’s an excuse to touch you.

- Like I said before: Meat really isn’t a shy guy so it won’t take long for him to ask you out. You’ll probably be just friends for like a month before he confesses.

- Now he’s not shy but he’ll still stumble over his words, scratch the back of his neck, and run a hand over his mouth as he attempts to verbalize that he wants to take you out. It’s honestly adorable.

- Of course you agree and that night he takes you to Deadbeats for dinner. Chances are the gang crashes your date before they are told by an annoyed Meat that you two are not just hanging out as friends.

“Oh, oh I see. Well come on guys let’s leave the two lovebirds alone.”

- You’re first kiss is the next day when he approaches you before school starts and asks if you were “going steady”. When you say yes he gives you a big smile and pulls you into a gentle kiss.

- The two of you break apart a little flustered as the rest of your friends show up and ruin the moment. You have to stifle your laugh when your new boyfriend chases Peewee after the boy teases the two of you.

- He calls you “babe” a lot. It’s his favorite pet name. 

-He holds your face/jaw when he kisses you and believe me he kisses you a lot.

- He has an oral fixation. You will be used to appease that fixation.

- Obviously Meats a big guy and he’s really strong so if you ever need a little muscle than you know who to call. He likes having the chance to show off and it’s definitely worth the effort when you thank him with a kiss.

- He definitely picks you up bridal style a lot. Sometimes out of nowhere your feet will be off the ground and you’ll be in his arms. But most of the time it’s prompted by a joke of yours like if you say “you can’t go on any longer” or that you “feel weak”.

- Calling him your knight in shining armor when he picks you up. It always makes him smile.

- Going to his basketball games, the guys jokingly complain that “you never cheer for them”. Meat always shoves them into the locker room before he gives you a kiss and hits the showers.

- If you ever tried to challenge him to a game of basketball he’d probably just smile and let you dribble the ball around him like an amused yet exasperated parent. He would definitely lift you up on his shoulder so that you could dunk the ball.

- Helping him make good decisions that would sabotage some aspect of his life.

- He’s pretty easy to distract so if he’s thinking of doing something stupid just tilt his face toward you and hint at something provocative. That’ll do the trick.

- He’s not totally sex crazed like some of the guys (cough cough Peewee cough cough) but if you tempt him he’ll happily oblige.

- He’s definitely a smart ass, the two of you make sarcastic comments towards each other all the time.

- Okay but what if the reason he so desperately wanted to get into Princeton was because it was the college you were planning on going to? 

- Comforting him when he gets turndowned from Princeton. You have no idea why he’s so insistent on going there but if you were to ever find out you’d probably melt. He probably tells you when he’s plastered and you fall for him even more than you already have.

- Trying to stop him from getting totally plastered and subsequently arrested whenever he gets upset.

- He jokes about babysitting you, could be because of the size difference, could be because of your personality. You decide.

- Hes a big lovebug and everybody knows it no matter how much he roughhouses and threatens his friends.

- Hes a pushover especially when it comes to you. He might gruffly refuse at first but the instant you give him a little pout he’s ready to do whatever you ask him.

- Theres something charming about his voice and accent. He’s actually kind of surprised that you like it, he thinks it sounds too rough and sort of wishes he could talk a little more delicately. It makes him happy that you like him just the way he is.

- He tried desperately to hide the fairy costume from you but in the end there was no way he could avoid you any longer. You tried your best not to laugh when you saw it for the first time but you couldn’t help it.

“Yeah, yeah it’s real funny.”

“Oh don’t get upset Tony, you know if I had to do something like this you’d bust a gut.”

- Hes not really a jealous or possessive guy, I mean it’s him. Whose going to go against one of the biggest guys in school. The only time he really gets jealous (besides when he jokingly acts jealous after his friends tease him) is when he thinks someone has something he doesn’t and it makes him sort of insecure.

- He doesn’t react in the way you probably expect, he just sort of gets quiet and looks like he’s down in the dumps. But his mood is easily fixed by a few kisses and you paying more attention to him then the guy who he’s jealous of.

- You probably have a good few fights but they never last very long. He’s good at annoying you until you talk to him again and sweet talking you into actually forgiving him. It does help that none of your fights are ever very serious.

- Meats Italian right? He seems Italian so going off of that you were probably greeted with a big kiss and hug when he introduced you to his mother and father. You’re probably the first girl he’s actually gone steady with so they’re very welcoming and happy to meet you.

- You go over to his house for dinner a lot.

- Speaking of Italian~ whenever girls ask him why he’s called meat he now just says something along the lines of “you know like a meatball …ha ha.” (Or something having to do with him being big and muscley)

- I have a feeling he eats a lot so he sort of just stores food on him like a squirrel. If one day you look in your school bag and find a granola bar you didn’t put in there just know that it’s him.

- His hand in your back pocket when you wear jeans.

- Having him carry your books between classes.

- Helping with pranks.

- Beach dates.

- He prefers when you call him Anthony or Tony, it just seems so weird for you to call him Meat especially when you aren’t around the guys.

- He doesn’t necessarily compliment you, more so just whistled or occasionally tries to playfully grope you.

- Comparing hand sizes. He thinks it’s cute seeing how much smaller yours are.

- Hes a human heater so if you’re ever cold just snuggle up to him. He’s more than happy to share his warmth.

- Sitting in his lap.

- Anytime you wear his clothes he can’t help but blush and chuckle. They’re adorably big on you and it makes him flustered.

- He says a very casual “love ya” when you hang up the phone or say goodbye. When you say goodbye it’s usually accompanied by a peck on the lips.

- Cheek and forehead kisses.

- Head kisses because he’s so damn tall.

- He thinks it’s very cute when you stand on your tiptoes to try to kiss him. He’ll tease you and straighten up so that you have no way of reaching him before he picks you up and kisses the life out of you.

- The guys joke that Meat ruins women for anyone else but there is truth in that statement that none of them want to admit. Just know that you’ll be very satisfied with him as your man.

- Hes got a ton of colleges lined up to accept him so chances are the two of you can go to the same one and continue your relationship without any hassle.

[living-dead-parker]

Day 2: Charity Event - P.P (12DOC)

Summary: The big Stark Charity Event is here. Along with it comes big confessions of love, more annoying and entitled men, a new unlikely friend, and more background on when the reader and MJ dated? Also, Morgan is a lil badass in the making.

Warnings: Fluff, so much fluff. Cussing, plenty of it. Entitled rich men, because why not? Creepy skeevy dudes, we’re trying to make this realistic y’all. BAMF Stark reader, a bit of violence, but it’s not graphic nor bad.

Word Count: 4.5k

A/N: I know this is late, but I did have a gap in my scheduling for this, so I replaced it for this last update. I’ve been busy, but I should be more present now. Also, this gif is not mine! 

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"So, run through the schedule?" Tony asks you. Pepper is too busy on the phone at the moment.

"Soundcheck the stage at 4:00 PM. Doors open at 5:00. Start the event at 6:00," you say as you pull your phone out, already having memorized that far into the night. "Commencement speeches from Pep, Dad, and myself until 6:30. 6:45, a message from the Avengers, live music from 7:00 to 8:00 while everyone grabs food and drinks from the buffet and bar,"  you read off. "Then from 8:00 to 9:00, we have the choice dances. 9:00 t0 9:30 we have the auction. 9:30 to 10:30 we have the socializing hour to allow everyone to talk and do as they please. 10:30 we have the final big tree auction and the closing speeches. Everyone leaves at 11:00. Shut down at midnight."

Everyone takes an audibly deep breath at the same time. Then, in sync, you all let it out. It's gonna be a long day. It's barely 9 AM, but there's still so much to do ahead of time. So, with that, you all run around like headless chickens getting shit done. It's not till 2 PM that you're all done. So that means, it's time to start getting ready. Like always, you had to help Morgan get herself ready. However, now that she's older, she sort of knows how to do most of it. So, you throw her in the shower and let her hang out for a while as she gets herself clean. In the meantime, you and Peter begin getting all your stuff ready.

It's 3:30 when you jump out of the shower and rush to put something- anything- on. You throw on a face mask and let it sit for a few minutes before taking it off. Then four o'clock comes around and you run to the venue to do soundcheck and test the mics. You're only there for ten minutes, testing the mics and the speakers, greeting the live musicians, and checking in with the staff. However, you make a run back to the tower and up to your room to really start getting ready. When you get back, you see Peter has laid out all your stuff. Your makeup, your hair stuff, your dress is still in the bag but that's fine.

"Thank you, babe!" you exclaim as you take a seat at your vanity and start on your hair. You manage to straighten out your hair, you do a toned-down, subtle, red and green look. Then, you put on a long, dark green, velvet dress with long sleeves. You throw on a white coat with faux fur. By the time you're all done, it's 5:40.

"How do I look?" you ask Peter, turning to look at him and smiling. He's in a black suit with a green tie. His hair is slick back except for the two unruly strands that always fall to his face. His face is clear and he looks so good. Then, you two look at yourselves in the mirror, standing proud and tall together. "We look really good," you tell him. You both take some pictures together before deciding to go to the venue already. You wait in the backstage area with Pepper and your dad. Peter and Morgan went to go sit at your table. Then finally, the time came and all three of you came out.

"Good evening!" you three say excitedly into your mics. Pepper is the first to step up and do her speech, followed by Tony. Then after fifteen minutes, it's your turn. You greet the crowd, earning cheers from everybody. It's obvious you're the most liked Stark. Then it's Pepper. But most of it has to do with the fact that you did no wrong to anyone in the room, besides the Wesley's who happen to be here again this year. Besides that, everyone thinks you're the cool young Stark kid who is taking the business in a fresh direction. "It's been my dream as a kid to make a name for myself. Yeah, I have the Stark name to thank and there's no denying that. But, I wanted something of my own. Something I made, so having made my Charity event was a huge deal for me. Combining it with Pepper's event was a no brainer. It was easily the best decision I've made," you explain before diving into the thank you's.

Then you sit down next to Peter as a video the Avengers made begins to play. It shows home footage of the Avengers helping people out and saying thank you to all the donors. It ends in time and Pepper announces that the buffet and bar are open and to enjoy the first live band of the night. You go wait in the line of the buffet so you can grab some food while Peter goes to grab his friends and bring them with you. In the short amount of time you're alone, a very familiar set of faces stroll up next to you. You almost visibly roll your eyes.

"Y/N Stark!" Jeremy Wesely exclaims as he holds an arm out. With a fake smile, you take his hand and shake it. "Ah, you've grown so much in the past year!"

"Mr. Wesley," you speak out loud, pulling your hand back. "Adam," you acknowledge, taking his extended hand and shaking it. However, he has another idea when he pulls your hand close to his lips and presses a kiss to them. The action takes the woman next to him by surprise. She seems older than him. Not by much, but she seems older.

"Y/N, this is my girlfriend of six months, Anette," Adam states, revealing a beautiful redhead with a gorgeous white dress. Her green eyes stand out. "Anette, this is Y/N Stark, the 20-year-old taking the business world by storm," he states. Your brows furrow confusedly, finding his wording so weird. Who just says that totally unwarranted or without needing to? Nonetheless, you hold your hand out to the woman and her hand loosely and without any care shakes your hand. She doesn't like you for some reason.

"It's so nice to meet you, Anette," you tell her, being genuine nonetheless. "I love your gown, it's so gorgeous and festive," you tell her. Adam steps in and his father does too, pushing Anette to the back.

"So, Y/N, Wesley Inc. has an offer that Stark Industries just cannot turn down," Jeremy states. "It's a moneymaker for sure!"

"That's great, Mr. Wesley-"

"Call me Jeremy, otherwise it feels way too formal!" he states. Adam chuckles, keeping his eyes glued to you. It's kind of weird, he was already 20 when you were 17, he'd been crushing on you since then. It's gross and weird. "But seriously, we think it'd be interesting if Stark Industries used our massive textile portion to create your clothing line!"

"Clothing line?" you ask, not sure what he means. "Do you mean our line of protective gear?" you ask.

"The cool neon jackets and the stylish coats," he states.

"Yeah, that's not a fashion line, Jeremy. It's protective gear for extreme weather and for people who work or live in extreme conditions. The thought is nice, but we have a group of people who work hard to ethically source and produce these items as much as possible. Plus, we've already moved ahead with our partnership with Princess Shuri of Wakanda on adding Vibranium to improve the gear. It'd be a loss to us at this point, but I'm sure we can collaborate on other ventures," you explain. Halfway through that explanation, Peter, MJ, Ned, Harley, and Morgan show up behind you.

"Well, maybe we can set up a meeting to discuss," Adam cuts in, trying to be subtle as he glares at Peter. "There are so many ideas, it'd be criminal not to collaborate."

You chuckle rather fakely as Jeremy and Adam burst out into deep belly laughs. "Oh, haha, the only thing criminal here is your tax evasion," you say through fake laughter, but it goes unnoticed by the two men. Adam stands straight and looks at you. "Well, it was a pleasure to speak with you again, Y/N," he states as he reaches for your hand and kisses it again. "Yeah, real pleasure speaking to you again. Have fun and enjoy yourselves," you state before turning around to face your friends.

"Have they left?" you ask them as you grab Peter's arm and wrap it around your shoulders. Peter chuckles, pressing his lips to your temple. MJ nods, laughing a little. "God, they are so annoying!" you explain. "He thinks he can talk to me like nothing and convince me to be with his predatory son after he attempted to threaten me last year. Ugh, Adam Wesley is the epitome of entitled frat brat who likes to prey on younger girls."

"He sure looks like it," Harley states, looking over at the two men at the bar. "Isn't he the one who invited you to the frat party when you were 15 and tried kissing you the whole time and you called me all angry because he was mad you punched him?"

Through a giggle, you nod. You remember that night so vividly. You didn't feel like you were in any danger, and this was before you'd met Peter. You had always been able to take care of yourself and you really showed Adam that night. Since then, you'd pretended not to know him.

"Adam Wesley, is the least of my problems tonight, alright? I'm here to have fun with you guys," you state as you pick up Morgan and hold her on your hips. "And to collect money for charity. So let's get some food and eat."

After another ten minutes, you finally grab some food. At one point, Pepper snuck you a drink or two to help loosen you up a bit and make you feel more comfortable. It worked, as you felt more fluid and not as stiff by the end of your second drink. You even took a shot and called it a night on the drinking. It was just enough to get you to stop being on edge and stressed. However, eventually, nine rolls around. Pepper jumps on stage and announces the choice dances.

As per usual, your line was pretty long. The longest. Longer than Tony's. You won this year. But as you look at the line, did you really win? It's full of old men, teenage boys, and the occasional girl who you're sort of friends with. Are you really winning? It's kind of weird, in retrospect, but you ignore it because you can take on anyone in that line if you have to and it's all in the name of charity. So, Adam steps forward, being the first in line. Looking over, you see his girlfriend, Anette, first in line to dance with your dad. That makes you cringe.

"Y/N, fun dancing with you again," he states rather smugly, handing you some money for the dance.

"Sure is, Adam," you state, rather fakely. You put the money in your bra.

"So, how are things with that boy of yours?"

"Why do you constantly feel the need to disrespect my fiance?" you ask. Your eyes widen at the slip and you're so glad your head is on Adam's shoulder and he can't see your face. "Every time we see each other, you're always saying something. about him. I'm not leaving him for you."

"Fiance?" he asks. He pulls away slightly, still dancing with you. He grabs your hand and doesn't see a ring. So he grabs the other one and sees the small gold band with a small diamond on it. "Oh sweetie, that's merely a promise ring. Unless itis the engagement ring, which if it is, I can do so much better. I can buy you a whole rock with smaller rocks sprouting from it, babe."

"Don't call me babe," you nearly growl. Adam's eyes widen. "Plus, is it any of your business how I wear my ring? The size of the ring doesn't matter anyway, it's the thought that matters. Peter loves me and he bought the ring with that love in mind. He may not be some rich tall guy, but he's my best friend and he loves me for me. Not just for my looks. He loves me for my imperfections and my flaws. He's sweet and he's caring and he understands me in ways you wouldn't even begin to understand. Plus, he's not a creep. Try as you might, but Peter is my soul mate. He's the love of my life and that's that. So if you're gonna keep talking about him, we're really gonna have a problem-"

"You're so cute when you get angry-"

"Don't make me fucking punch you again," you tell him sternly. You lean in closer to him, bringing your lips close to his ear. "I will make your life hell if you keep attacking my Peter. I will make you eat the shit you talk, I will make you worship the very air I let your breath because you'll miss it, I will make it rain hellfire over your for the rest of your life if you keep talking your shit," you tell him, adding emphasis to every threat. The song nears its end and you press a kiss to your hand and slap him with that hand. "You're so cute when you're angry, but your song's up, Adam. Merry Christmas, doll."

He walks away and is quickly replaced by Peter. You giggle as he hands you two dollars. He giggles when you put the money in your bra. "So, how's my girl doing after dancing with the devil himself?"

"Oh after that dance," you speak as you pull away enough to look at him. "He probably thinks I'm the devil," you finish. Peter laughs, pressing a kiss to your jaw. "But on a more serious note, I may or may not have told him you're my fiance. A Freudian slip of sorts, but just expect that to get out soon," you say. Then you press a kiss to his cheek before sending him off so you can give an actual donor a dance. You didn't even get to see his reaction.

The dances go on for some time before they're over. Pepper announces the auction portion and you see an easel being placed on the stage. Then there are ten covered paintings in total being placed on tables on the stage. There is also one of the trees, the smaller of the two, and a pair of custom made gloves of yours you wore when fighting and taking down a Hydra base. Your dad realizes the creeps in the industry and he plans on capitalizing off of it for charity. Obviously so long as you're okay with it to some degree. You don't care, because you can take any of these men down if you really wanted to.

In the distance, you hear someone exclaim a curse word, but you think none of it. That is until Morgan is running up to you right as you're about to get on stage to help Pepper and Tony auction off some items. She tugs on your dress, catching your attention and trying to climb you.

"I heard the creepy Adam guy talk about you and how you were being mean because he was being annoying," she states. You giggle as you hold your little sister close to you. "So I kicked his leg because no one is mean to my big sister but me," she continues. Your eyes widen and you interject loudly with a call of her name. "And he looked mad, so you gotta hide me."

"Thank you, Morgan," you tell her sincerely as you try not to burst into tears of laughter. You set her down and kneel in front of her, grabbing her shoulder. "But you don't have to kick people for me. That's not very nice," you tell her. "I appreciate the thought, and that's really badass of you, but you don't have to fight everybody who says something bad about us, but I'll teach you those battles later okay?" you ask her. She nods, looking down at her hands. "Look, M, he's not gonna hurt you. I promise he will not hurt you. He's too scared of me to do that. Plus, I think you showed him how you can take care of yourself. Now go with Peter and the others for now, okay?" you ask.

Morgan hugs you before running off to where Peter and all your friends are sat, talking amongst themselves. A big smile tugs at your lips when you see Morgan tap Peter's shoulder and Peter's expression turns into such a big smile. The slip earlier feels like it shouldn't be a slip. The sight makes you feel warm inside as Morgan climbs onto Peter's lap and snuggles into him while Peter holds Morgan close.

With that, you walk onstage and greet everyone. Then you stand by the painting that sits covered on the easel, center stage. There's a screen the projects it bigger into the room. "This first painting," you state as you uncover it, revealing a painting of a scenic Winter Wonderlandesque scene. "By local artist, and one of my dear friends, Michelle Jones titled Mid-Western Winter Wonderland begins at 100 dollars," you state. Someone yells 1,000. You repeat and the numbers get higher and higher. "20,000 going once...going twice...sold to bidder number 52!"

The painting gets carted off and set aside to be labeled for the bidder. Your dad takes over, revealing a picture you'd taken of a very busy and Christmasy New York City. The bidding started at 100 and two men kept drawing it out. Adam and some guy you barely recognize named Scott. Tony grows tired, but goes on and lets them fight it out. Then Scott calls out, "200,000 dollars," nearly 4 times as much as what Adam previously called out. Adam screams, "300,000!"

Scott stays quiet and your dad finally calls it an end and sells it to Adam. The auction continues with selling four more of MJ's paintings, two fo Steve's, and two more of yours. The Scott guy took home the other two, which personally, you felt were better than the first picture. Oddly enough, the Scott guy also took your gloves too. The Christmas tree was sold off for a hefty 900,000. It makes you really hopeful about the outcome of the other one.

Now that the auctions are over, it's time for the socializing hour. In an attempt to get to Peter, you run into the Scott guy. He's a tall and lean man, almost like Steve but less bulky. Black hair, sharp green eyes, well-groomed facial hair. He's a gorgeous man, but not your type. Not your Peter.

"Y/N Stark," he calls out, a smirk on his lips. Nope. Definitely not. You and Tony are the only ones who can approach people and smirk at them. He holds his hand out and you courteously take it, shaking it firmly. "I'm Scott Stephens, soon to be CEO of Albright Enterprise. It's so nice to finally get to meet you," he states as he gets a good look in.

"It's nice to meet you too," you state softly. "Surprised my father hasn't kicked you or any of Hammer's men out," you joke, earning a laugh from the man. Hammer Industries and Albright Enterprise are your Stark Industries' rivals. Thought the truth is, SI is hard to dethrone as number one at this point. Well, unless Shuri decided to get into the field, but instead, she's offered her allegiance as a third party entity to help SI rather than totally capitalize on it. How nice of her.

"Well, it's all for charity, right?" he asks, to which you nod. "I wanted to hand you these," he says as he pulls out the gloves he'd bought for nearly a million dollars. "It was creepy to see all those men bidding so high to get your gloves and I know any of them, especially Adam Wesley would have kept them. I find that wrong and creepy, so I want you to keep them."

Your eyes widen, a genuine and dumbfounded smile taking over your features. You grab the gloves, "Thank you, that means a lot," you tell him softly. He shrugs, and you pick up on the first wave of nervousness. He's getting shy and the big cocky guy facade begins to fall bit by bit.

"Look, I know that to others it can seem I might have ulterior motives talking to you, and I'm sure you thought so too," he states, shrugging his shoulders. "The tabloids love stating I have this huge crush on you, and while you are beautiful, that's not it. I've been watching this share of power between your father, Ms. Potts, and yourself for the past four years like everyone else, and although I am like two years older than you, you're someone I look up to. You handle this life with grace and honestly, I'm terrified to be CEO of the company. I'm so scared, but I see you in world stages and conferences and you hold your head so high, despite being a woman in this field and you don't take shit from anyone. It's a sight for sore eyes and I'm in love with it. Basically, I see how lonely being a CEO can be and I see how you have it all and you give it all too, and I hate the idea of having to compete with others. I was thinking, maybe we can be actual friends. Not just for pictures, but actually get to hang out and talk to each other and be in each other's lives. I just think you're amazing and I know you have a boyfriend, and I respect that a-"

"Hey," you cut off his rambling at this point. You giggle, resting a hand on his arm to calm him down a bit. His face is red and he's not as composed as he was before. He takes a deep breath and chuckles. "I get it, It's tough. I read up on you and saw that you stopped pursuing art just for this and I get it. But you shouldn't have to quit your dreams for this. You can indulge in both, I promise. Plus, I'll be more than glad to be your friend and help you navigate this whole business thing. Admittedly, I'm still learning things too, so I'll be happy to share this journey with you. We can definitely squash all this fake beef because honestly, I think it's stupid too. I should get back to my friends, but you can join us if you'd like," you offer.

"Maybe later?"

"It was nice meeting you Scott," you tell him before walking away. You're left utterly surprised but totally happy. You just hope he's as real as he came off because, in this industry, nothing is off-limits. When you arrive at your table, everyone greets you and they notice the gloves in your hands. "I was just talking to the bidder who won these and he gave them back because he thought it was creepy, to begin with. He turned out to be the soon to be CEO of Albright and we really hit it off as friends. He was so nice and not creepy."

You notice Peter's face, slowly forming into one of confliction. "And he wasn't flirting with me nor was he interested in me in that way, so it was a breath of fresh air," you add, giggling as you press a kiss to Peter's cheek. "Plus, totally not my type."

"And what is your type?" MJ asks, teasing Peter by sticking her tongue out at him. You giggle, looking between her and Peter. Remembering that at some point, you dated her. "Apparently," you being. "People with brown curls, brown eyes, and soft skin," you say. The two look at each other, bursting into laughter. "You do have a type, huh?" MJ asks.

"Oh shut it, we only dated for like two months. Anyways, he was nice and wants to be friends because and I get him. So, expect some guy to come around a bit more often. Platonically!"

The final tree eventually gets sold for a million dollars and then everyone left. Now it's midnight and the only people left in the hall are Peter, a sleeping Morgan, Harley, Tony, Pepper, and yourself. Tony walks up to you and hugs you, holding you so close to him. "You did amazing tonight sweetie," Tony states. "Plus, I hear tensions between SI and Albright might be coming to an end in the near future?"

"I think people just like me better," you tell him. He pinches your arm playfully, causing you to giggle. "But in all seriousness, Scott is a great guy and I really do see myself in him. But I know to take it with a grain of salt too, dad."

"I trust you and your judgment," Tony tells you. "I just want you to be careful in this world. By the way, I totally feel like I've been pimping you out tonight especially with the glove thing, so apologize for that. It felt wrong," he states. You smile at him, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

"Thanks, father. I appreciate that."

He bids you a good night and walks over to Pepper, pulling her into his arms. You walk over to Peter and Harley, seeing Harley carrying a very tired Morgan. Tony walks over and takes Morgan with him and with that, you all exit the hall.

"So, fiance?" Peter asks you as the two of you walk through the snowy pavement. "A slip?"

"Freudian, if you will," you joke. Peter wraps an arm around you, smiling when you wrap an arm around him. "But I mean, that's what the promise was for, right? That at some point, we will be engaged because we do see ourselves getting to that point. I can't deny that I have strong feelings for you, Pete. I know that we don't need each other. Realistically, we don't. We want each other, and I think that's more romantic than needing each other. Needing implies we have no choice, but we do. We chose each other and we continue to choose each other despite the fact that we don't have to. You're it for me, you're all I want."

Peter stays silent, but at the moment, he doesn't need to speak. Just the way he pulls you in tighter, the way he holds you close. The way he rests his head on yours. It all speaks for him. So, the two of you walk in silence and he carries you to your bedroom, where he sits you on the cabinet in the closet and undresses you again, helping you into your pajamas as you grow more tired. He changes into his and carries you into bed and the two of you doze off with dreams of kissing under the mistletoe and dancing to the nutcracker or some Christmasy shit. Holding each other close and indulging in each other's warmth.

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Hi I saw you wanted some prompts and how about Hades!Tony and Nature God! Peter fluff. Them Meeting for the first time and falling in love. Them in Tonys Dark castle having dinner. And Then Tony Not going to be so Peter has to make him. Maybe even some smut ;) ALL OF DIS IN ONE. ( Some Daddy Kink. ) P.S I saw you dont write Dark!Tony so just make Tony normal but he's still Hades. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ cause you don't need to be dark and mean to be the king of hell.

You asked for *some* smut and *some* daddy kink but it really just…jumped right out. It got carried away with itself, I was just stuck along for the ride. I hope this is remotely something that you asked for and that you enjoy! Leave a prompt anytime, this was a joy. And it definitely needs a pt. 2… 

Hades!Tony is dying. He picks up Dionysus!Peter, because that’s the perfect cure. Or at least, the best way to die. Some notes here: I know little about Greek mythology, but I do know that everybody is everybody’s relative. Not in this. Consider familial relationships to be explicitly stated, and if not stated, then non-existent. No incest here. Peter is, like, ancient too. Probably still too young for the antis. I really made the mythology my own too lmao. Sorry.

Read here on AO3.

5k. Daddy Kink, ahoy!

-

Everything comes to an end, and thinking that he would be the exception had been a very mortal move.

Tony, who is sometimes called Hades, stands looking into an ornate mirror. The room is dimly lit, but the evidence is impossible to overlook: there is gray in his beard and at his temples. He turns his head this way and that to see it from every angle, frowning deeply. When had those lines begun to bracket his mouth when he smiled or frowned? It must have happened gradually for him to have not noticed before, subtle like sands slipping down an hourglass.

He’s been in this general form for five decades now. Being nearly as old as time itself can get dreadfully droll if stuck with the same appearance. Like most of his divine kin, he likes to switch it up every century or so. Illusions can help, but even without the extra influence, a deity’s appearance changes over time. Humans evolve in that way, their brow bones receding, noses thinning and figures lengthening. In many way, the gods evolve too.

This carefully cultivated visage contains no illusions and was the result of centuries of time leaving their influence on him, an amalgamation of his preferences and his personality. The eyes, dark, as he prefers. The hair, soft and thick and (previously) black. His lips are full, fit for seductive smiles and sinister snarls. And even if, as the years had past, this face had grown—not older, he won’t say older, let’s say more mature—it was just a reflection of his changing disposition. Even the god of the Underworld had to put away childish things sometime, he told himself.

Except now, something about his disposition is turning him gray. It’s giving him crow’s feet and joints that ache. Some part of him, even if subconscious, is getting old.

He is dying.

-

When he steps out of the ground at the base of Mt. Olympus, it is hot and dry and so fucking bright. The tinted glasses he wears do nothing to diminish the sunlight that blinds him for several long moments, no matter how he tries to blink himself used to it. Illusions are firmly in place to disguise his aging appearance.

The acropolis is visible once his eyes have stopped stinging: it’s large and ugly, and the stables smell like shit because even immortal horses defecate. The horses in the Underworld don’t—they’re dead and lovely.

Everywhere he goes in the palace, someone tries to stop him. Seeing his brother in the flesh is an entire affair, and he hasn’t sent any message announcing his arrival. It’s been centuries since he’s even set foot above ground, so he tries not to sniff indignantly that no one recognizes him. Sick of being interrogated, he makes himself invisible (it’s a crime though—he looks so cut and handsome in his three-piece suit) and strolls leisurely all the way to Zeus’s chambers.

Zeus has a handsome mortal man in his bed, as he is wont to do. They make a lovely picture, both muscled but one blond and the other dark and long-haired like mortal women prefer. Tony is jealous, standing over their naked, entwined forms while they slumber. It looks comfortable. But how ever do they keep from sweating all over each other?

The snap of his fingers ends his invisibility and startles Zeus into wakefulness. The last time he saw his brother, the god looked nothing like this. Now he is the picture of mortal desirability: blond with cornflower blue eyes, a well-shaped face. Is it an illusion he wonders—but no, not possibly. They can’t maintain illusions while they sleep or lose focus.

“Must you break in every time you visit?” Zeus asks. He stands to dress himself, and Tony gives him the privacy by seating himself on a solid-gold armchair and unashamedly ogling the brunet still sleeping in his brother’s bed.

“Did I break in last time? I distinctly remember knocking—”

“You knocked the door off the hinges.”

Tony scoffs. Nearby is a golden platter of grapes. He knocks the grapes to the floor and tucks the platter into his suit jacket, all while Zeus’s back is turned.

“To what do I owe the pleasure of your company? I like the facial hair, by the way. You always were a quirky one.”

He waves away his illusion. Zeus flinches as if instead of a middle-aged mortal there is now an ancient hag sitting in his bedroom. Tony hates this. Hates the blow to his ego and vanity. He attempts to conceal his embarrassment with sensationalism: “I am dying.”

They sit together, knees nearly touching. The room is quiet though all the windows are open letting in a breeze and endless sunlight that is beginning to give him a headache. Despite all they have been through together (and trust him, it is a very long and sordid history rife with jealousy and violence), they are brothers. This is familiar. It is comfortable.

“Why, Hades?”

“It’s Tony. I go by Tony.”

“You and your aliases. Tony is positively mortal.”

“You should try it. Shall I call you Steve?”

“I’d rather you didn’t. Quit avoiding my question.”

Tony sighs. He uses a trembling hand to rub at his eye beneath the glasses, trying to stave off the growing headache. There isn’t any clever quip he can give, so he just tells the truth. “I have no idea.”

“No idea,” Zeus mocks flatly. “The only way we can die is by choice.”

“I am aware.”

“You are killing yourself then. Slowly. Dramatically—though I’d never expect you to do anything expected. So tell me why you want to die.”

“To my knowledge…I don’t know. Whatever this is, it goes deep. I haven’t made any conscious decision. I have of course been bored. Doing anything for a millennium could take the joy out of it. It’s not necessarily a happy job, the one that I have. But I don’t—I don’t think I want to die. And yet,” he waves a hand at himself.

“We have healers here, well versed in magic too. Maybe you’ve been cursed. Spend some time here, we will get to the bottom of this.”

“I’d rather not spend a moment more in this sunlight than I have to,” Tony says honestly. “But it seemed responsible, to tell someone. To get my affairs in order. Someone else will have to rule the Underworld when I’m gone.” The thought gives him a strange relief.

And maybe that is why he’s dying.

When he goes to leave, Zeus catches his arm. Despite his own reputation as the drama queen of the family, Tony can testify that Zeus is a close second, proficient in tortured expressions. “Brother. Please stay.”

“No. But thank you for asking.”

“Then—take some time off. Something!” Zeus calls after him.

On his way out, he doesn’t bother turning himself invisible again, only replacing the illusion of youth—let the guards know that he slipped past them. It’s good for their egos to be taken down a notch. Just as he’s passing the stables, he nearly collides with a smaller figure. Looking up at him, nearly drowned out by the sunlight, is a lovely mortal-looking boy with a wreath of gold curls, skin golden and freckled. He’s dressed in typical Olympus fashion, a light and loose tunic secured by a belt around his trim waist.

“Oh, I’m terribly sorry—” the boy says, turning red as a pomegranate. His voice is fragile and cracking. “I wasn’t watching where I was going.”  

“A bad habit,” says Tony. He licks his lips. “Tell me you aren’t on your way to my brother’s bed. He’s already got a lovely little cock warmer up there, and I’d hate for your feelings to be hurt.”

The boy’s mouth opens and closes several times like a fish. “Your—brother?”

“Tall, blond god? Always looks to be on the verge of tears?”

“You’re—Hades.”

“Tony.”

“That’s a mortal name.”

“Nothing about me is mortal kid.”

“Oh—I didn’t mean to insult you,” he says. “I quite like it. To be—well, honest. I like the name Peter. It’s much less of a mouthful than Dionysus.”

Tony nearly removes his sunglasses. This sweet, soft little creature hardly looks like the god of nature—but to be fair, they have run in different circles for, well, ever. “My apologies, Peter. I mistook you for a mortal.”

Peter’s smile is beatific, bright as the sun. “That’s alright. It’s the curls, isn’t it? I can’t quite get rid of them. I’m not very practiced at illusions, really. I spend most of my time alone or with the animals, and they don’t quite care what I look like. To be honest, I’m just glad to be rid of the horns I had eight hundred years ago.”

“Horns are so twelfth-century.”

Peter laughs, and no wonder this boy is in charge of all the cute woodland creatures. Tony’s pretty sure that there are butterflies—at least, a particularly large species of moth, something with wings—fluttering around in his gut just as the sight of him. In the back of his mind, he still sees Zeus and his lover, pressed chest-to-back, sleeping peacefully. Peter looks like he’d be easy to hold: a head smaller, thin and willowy.

“Peter, not to be annoyingly cryptic, but I’m a little short on time to properly woo you. How would you like to slip through a nice cozy hole in the ground and come home with me to warm my bed?”

The young-looking god looks aghast. One finely-boned hand clutches at the neck of his tunic. “You mean—to the Underworld?”

“That’s the one. Great garish gates, lots of unworthy souls lying about. Not in my castle though, I keep a clean place for a bachelor—”

“I. Well. Yes. I’ve seen nearly all there is to see above ground. Are there plants, there? What is the geography like?”

They link arms. Peter’s skin is warm from the sunlight even through Tony’s suit. They could not look more unalike in dress, and the looks they receive from other patrons and deities as they leave Olympus are wary at best and malicious at worst. Tony isn’t fazed: most creatures hate him. Animals. Mortals. Gods. It’s a tough line of work.

And he feels so tired.

The kindness of Peter’s touch rejuvenates him though. They make small talk that Tony can barely concentrate on. He’s too busy contemplating the positions he might bend Peter into, the noises he might make, how Tony might spread him out over the massive bed in his estate and worship him. Pun intended.

They reach the hole Tony sprung from. Here is where Peter gets nervous, trepidation naked on his face. The boy bites his lip rosy, crossing his arms like he is cold in the sunshine.

“It’s not as bad as it looks,” Tony says. He winks. “Bit of a tight fit though. Might have to hold on to me.”

They wrap their arms around each other. Peter is nearly the perfect height for Tony to rest his chin on the boy’s crown on curls, and up this close he sees its absolutely threaded with flowers and clovers. The pollen makes him sneeze, but he hardly minds when there is an attractive body pressed against him from chin to chest to hip. He can’t even remember the last time he was touched—when Zeus grabbed his arm in passing, but before then? Ages. Lost in his thoughts, he hears Peter muffle his gasp against Tony’s suit as they sink underground.

It is much cooler here, where the sunlight doesn’t reach. All light is dim and flickering. From the earthen ceiling hang a myriad of roots reaching their tendrils down towards the sprawling domain of the damned. They are just outside of Tony’s castle—more of a mansion really, much more modern and stylish than those gaudy human monuments of stone. A river, water like ink, runs around the perimeter, silent.

Peter stands looking all around. He is very handsome when lit by flame, skin even more golden, eyes so dark they look black. The roots from above absolutely tickle him and he reaches a hand up absently as if he could grow tall enough to reach them. The flesh on his bare arms and legs prickles from the cool temperature, nipples pebbling under his thin tunic.

“Is this the Styx River?” Peter asks, mouth agape.

“Sure.”

“Really?”

“No. This is actually the Lethe—don’t touch the water.” His stern voice has Peter snatching his hand from the surface of the river, clutching it to his chest. Tony softens. “I’m sorry. But while you’re here, it’s safe to say that most things aren’t good for you to touch. Or drink. Or eat. When in doubt, just ask me.”

“As you wish,” Peter says. Even in the flickering light, Tony can see he is blushing, head hanging like a scolded child.

“Would you like to go inside?”

-

If Peter was awed outside, he seems even more floored by the interior. The ceilings are vaulted. There is artwork from every era in solid gold frames to decorate the walls, because Tony considers himself a patron of very nice things. The floor is of black marble that glistens in the candlelight. The general opulence is probably excessive, Tony thinks, especially to a god who lives simply in nature.

“This is incredible,” Peter breathes. “It’s nothing how I thought it would be. There are stories, you know. About how the Underworld is a terrible place and Zeus will banish you here if you misbehave.”

“To be fair,” Tony says, guiding Peter up the winding staircase. “You’ve only seen a fraction of the domain. It is probably just as terrible as all the stiffs up-top make it out to be. But—to be honest—”

The words catch in his throat. He’s never found himself wanting to be so honest before.

“Yes?” Peter prompts.

They are stopped outside Tony’s bedroom door. He decides he has nothing to lose by opening up to the other god, and if he doesn’t, it’s entirely liable that when he dies, no one will ever have known him. “To be honest, I try to avoid it. Tartarus, the Mourning Fields. Places where the souls suffer. It gives me no pleasure. I guess I’m a poor excuse for a god, here.”

“Not enjoying someone else’s suffering—that doesn’t sound like a bad thing to me,” Peter says. They are standing nearly chest to chest, Peter staring up at him with huge, naïve eyes. His thin lips curve into a soft smile. When Tony reaches up to tuck some curls behind his ears, the ears are just barely pointed at the tips. Peter shivers, like it tickles.

“You’re wrong,” Tony says lowly, turning the doorknob and throwing open the door. “But I appreciate you saying it anyway.”

Tony’s bedroom is befitting a dark prince. The bed instead is a huge four-poster, golden, with silks and a canopy so fine and sheer it looks like black spider silk. When Peter sits there in his tunic, flowers in his hair, he could not look more like a lamb being willingly led to slaughter. He looks fit for debauching.

Underneath is there is a sense of urgency for Tony. He thought he had all the time in the world, but now he knows he doesn’t. If things were different, he could take his time. Woo the nature god, win his affection and then his body. But now things are different. It calls for boldness. “Are you interested in sex with me, kid?”

Face red: “You keep calling me that. I’m thousands and thousands of years old, Tony.”

“You’re right—would you like to have sex with me, Peter?”

Peter’s blush deepens but he nods, already half-hard. Divine libidos.

Tony loosens his tie. His honey eyes track the dark god’s every movement. “Can I tell you how this is playing out in my head?”

Peter nods again.

Tony removes the tie and folds it gently over an armchair with four chimera feet sculpted out of onyx as the legs. “I want to take my time and take you apart. I want to taste you, suck on your hot little tongue, leave bruises on your neck. I’ll kiss and mouth every last inch of you except for your cock. Then I’ll put you on your elbows and knees and eat your little ass.”

Peter is panting silently, eyes half shut while he examines every inch of skin exposed as Tony unbuttons his shirt. The tunic does nothing to disguise how hard he is, and one soft hand reaches down to palm himself, to Tony’s immense pleasure. He undoes his cufflinks, tony gold seeds, sitting them aside. “I want to tongue you open until you’re wet and soft, until your cock aches so much it’s fit to burst. I’m going to worship you. Destroy you. I will be your god, all before I even get my cock inside you. How does this sound so far, Peter?”

“Goooood,” he breathes, tilting his head back. His eyes close but then open, wider, like he’s afraid to miss a single moment of what’s in front of him. So fucking adorable.

“Then I’ll open you up with my fingers, very carefully. Slowly. I won’t lie to you Peter, it will be very hard. For me. Having my fingers inside your tight little ass will probably have me wanting to blow my load as it is. It’s going to take incredible self-restraint, but don’t worry,” Tony says, unbuckling his belt. “I think I’m up for the challenge.”

Peter groans, dropping down to recline back on one elbow. His other hand is no longer jerking himself off through his tunic, is instead just clutching at himself, face twisted in the sweetest pain. “Please don’t stop,” he begs so sweetly.

“The same goes for you. Keep touching yourself, Pete. It’s turning me on.” Like it pains him, Peter whines as he resumes, much slower than before. The sound Tony’s belt makes as it comes free from the loops is almost sensual and then he sets it aside. “Once you’re ready—past ready—I’ll put my cock in you. Maybe I’ll let you decide how you take it, whether it will be on your hands and knees or maybe on your back, pressed in half, nowhere to run or hide from me. Maybe you’d like to ride me. Could you be brave, darling? Could you sit on my cock?”

Peter says something unintelligible. Tears slip from his eyes, glinting in the candlelight.

“What is it?” Tony asks, tender.

“Can—May I please cum?”

Tony coos. “You sweet boy, asking daddy for permission. Lift your tunic, rose. Let me watch you.”

Face burning, Peter lifts his tunic. Beneath is his cock, of decent girth and length, flushed and wet, the head nearly purple with desperation. One soft hand reaches down to cradle his balls, and the other resumes jerking himself off, moaning unreservedly at the first touch of skin-on-skin.

“Go on. Cum on yourself.”

Peter does, reclining flat on the bed, back arching into a lovely bow. His cock spurts endlessly, the god’s mouth open in a silent scream of ecstasy, toes barely long enough to touch the floor and scrabbling to find purchase as he shakes and shivers.

It’s the most beautiful thing Tony can remember seeing, and he’s seen almost everything. By the way the boy is panting, Tony wishes he had some water to offer him; however, he knows that anything he eats or drinks will tether him here to this dark world. And if there’s any other thing he knows besides, it’s that Peter belongs above in the sunlight.

“I’ll never tell you no,” Tony admits, shedding the last of his clothes as the boy recovers, body jerking belatedly. “But I have to admit, I do enjoy the way you ask to cum so prettily. Can you ask me in confidence, darling? Could you ask your daddy, your god, to let you cum?”

“Anything,” Peter pants. His long fingers scramble to undo the belt at his waist and then he sheds his clothing in one fell swoop. Underneath he is all golden skin and tight muscles. His cock is half hard, cum glistening on his abs like the tears on his face.

“A terrible thing to promise,” Tony says, kneeling up into the bed. Hand flat on Peter’s chest, he ducks down to lick a flat line through the cum on his abs, groaning at the taste and the way Peter’s cock twitches. “Where did I say we would start, little rose?”

Peter doesn’t even blush, eyes half lidded with pleasure. He rises up onto his elbows, mouth open and ready.

The kiss is absolutely filthy, tongues entwining, the taste of cum between them. Tony licks into the softest, sweetest mouth he’s ever known, tangling his fingers in dark curls. He tugs a little and Peter’s head tips back with a soft whispered groan, the pliancy going straight to the dark god’s cock. It’s like all the strength is sapped from the boy who just holds his mouth open obediently while Tony explores it with his tongue, running it along the teeth, pulling back to suckle and nip at his lips.

Tony takes his time, as promised. He kisses and sucks at every inch of Peter’s golden body, tonguing the nipples into tight, pleasurable points and sucking at each abdominal that appears when the boy tenses. Lovingly, he cleans the stiff cock of its previous load of cum, perfunctory, before moving on. He sucks bruises onto the tanned thighs and kisses the delicate inside of his wrists.

“Roll over, darling,” Tony says. “Up on your knees and down on your elbows, for me. Spread your legs—a little more—yes just like that. Show me that pretty ass.”

Peter rolls at the first spoken word, movements languid. The expression on his face is blissful, and Tony might mistake it for sleepiness if the hard cock hanging between his thighs wasn’t dripping down onto the black sheets. His submission is so lovely and complete, Tony falls in love with him a little.

Then he spreads the god open and licks a broad stripe over his opening, letting the saliva pool in his mouth to lubricate his journey while he tongues at the tight little opening, coaxing it to submit as sweetly as its owner. The noises Peter makes go straight to Tony’s cock: whimpers and whines and breathy exhalations. Tony lets one thumb rub at the boy’s hole, barely slipping in while he ducks down further to mouth at the sensitive balls. He lets his thumb massage and catch on the rim, tugging gently, while he pulls back briefly. The puddle beneath the god is obscene. Peter’s cock looks downright painful.

“Why aren’t you touching yourself, little rose?” Tony asks. “Your little cock looks like it hurts.”

“I—May I?” Peter asks, turning his neck so that he could flash his dark eyes towards Tony’s.

“It’s your cock, Peter, you don’t need to ask me. Or is it mine now? Does your cock belong to daddy?”

Peter rocks back, fisting at the sheets. “Yes,” he groans. “Yours, daddy. May I touch it? Please?”

Tony shuts his eyes. He has never been lucky. In his first game of chance, he got the losing lot, receiving domain of the Underworld. But what luck he must have had today, to bump into this sweet doe. He can hardly believe it to be true. “Please, touch yourself. As fast or slow as you like.”

Peter chooses fast as Tony’s goes back to licking him open. His hips don’t know what to do—fuck into his fist or press back towards the hot tongue inside of him. Tony sinks a finger inside, and it slips in easily. The god under him keens high in his throat, deciding yes to arch his back more and give the dark one more access, content to just grind into his own palm.

The second finger doesn’t go in as easily, but it seems that Peter enjoys it more. Perhaps he likes the burn of being stretched open. One soft crook of those fingers has him nearly shrieking, asking for permission.

“Of course,” Tony says. He wants to shut his eyes, it all feels so good, so overwhelming—but he doesn’t want to miss an instant of the boy beneath him. He leans back to watch Peter’s mouth slacken in ecstasy, breaths stuttering as he grinds to completion against his own hand, hot cum slipping through his fingers. “Beautiful,” Tony says, pressing a kiss to the boy’s back. “Absolutely beautiful.”

This time, Peter draws his own hand to his mouth and licks the cum away, humming contentedly. Tony’s own cock aches, desperate for the slightest pressure, but he ignores it, softly fucking his fingers into Peter, drawing them apart to prepare him for a third. When he presses in, Peter sighs joyfully, looking absolutely fucked out, smiling at nothing and no one.

“How do you want me, Peter?” asks Tony. “I promised you that it would be your choice.”

“Let me ride you,” Peter mumbles. Tony’s cock jumps—just the answer he wanted to hear. He’s not sure however that Peter has the strength; he’s looking more asleep than he is awake.

“Are you sure? We can rest now.”

Peter perks up, a little alarmed. “What? No—please. Please, may I ride you?”

Tony groans, smiling. His heart feels soft, like a fruit left to rot. That gentle, cracking voice could ask anything from him, and he might be obliged to agree to it. As it is, he lays prostrate, watching with greedy eyes as Peter climbs above him. The god’s golden thighs are shaking already, but his expression is still blissful as he kneels up, reaching down for Tony’s cock. The first touch after such lengthy neglect has him hissing, pressing his head back into the pillow. Then he feels the unbearable warmth, the wet pressure as Peter lowers himself.

The nature god’s face looks wrecked, mouth open, eyes squinted shut. He presses down but then rises up, chest hitching with breaths before lowering himself again, taking just a little more at a time. By the time his ass touches Tony’s thighs, Tony feels liable to burst, and Peter is hard again.

Then he begins to move, thighs flexing. From his mouth come the most pitiable little sounds: breathy gasps, chants of yes, yes, yes daddy, thank you—please!

“So polite,” Tony says through gritted teeth, trying to prolong the moment. The sleeve around him is so tight it borders painful, but it is a line that Tony loves to skip along. Most arousing is Peter, the obvious pleasure he’s experiencing, the openness in his face and body. He is beyond censorship, beyond self-doubt, and it is the most beautiful and honest thing the dark god has ever seen.

It is exactly what drives him to the edge, and he barely has breath in his lungs to give Peter a warning before he is cumming, head pressed back into the pillow, groaning deep in his chest. Peter makes a wrecked noise, like Tony’s orgasm feels good as his own, pressing a palm on the other god’s chest to give himself more leverage while he rides the cock inside him.

“May I?” Peter pants, legs shaking.

“Yes,” Tony breathes, his eyes closed. This way, he focuses on the sensation: the warmth and wetness around his cock as it pulses with Peter’s orgasm, the hot splatter of cum on his abs, the way he feels warmer in this bed than he ever has before.

He never wants Peter to leave.

He wants to leave with Peter, and never return.

He does not want to die—

And then, Peter is gasping, a sound that can’t be mistaken for pleasure. The warm body on top of him moves away swiftly, and when his eyes crack open, he sees the horror on Peter’s face. Tony sits up, chest tight. “What is it? What’s wrong?”

“You—you’re—” A golden hand comes up to stroke beside one of Tony’s eyes, fingertips brushing his temples. And oh.

Oh. His illusions must have fallen when he came.

The younger, more attractive persona is gone. Instead, his true form is left: hairs turning gray, face lined. It’s obvious why Peter is horrified. It can’t be pleasant to go to bed with someone and have them turn into—well, the same person, only twenty years older. Surely, Tony must be a terrifying sight. Or at least ugly.

“Tony, you’re older,” Peter says. His face is softer now without the fear.

“I’m—dying.”

“That—no. You can’t be. You’re—like my god.” The large brown eyes fill with tears that balance there only for a moment before tripping down his cheeks. The sight makes him feel like Charon has taken his ferryman’s pole to Tony’s chest, striking him as he is wont to do with leisurely souls. The tears are white hot when he brushes them away. “Tony, I don’t want you to die.”

He swallows, gathering the smaller god into his arms where he curls and weeps against Tony’s bare chest. Tony runs his fingers through the curls, flicking away a clover with far too many leaves that clings to him. There is a lump in his throat, like he might cry as well—only he knows it’s honesty.  “I don’t want me to die either. Except for when I’m here.. The Underworld is no place to spend eternity. I feel—like one of the damned.”

“Then come away with me,” Peter cries. “You don’t need to stay here. The whole earth is my domain, and I say that you are welcome there. Please, Tony. Come and stay with me.”

His hand pauses its ministrations while the cogs in his mind whir. What would they do…what would anyone do if he disappeared? The souls would continue to filter in—but Tony isn’t the one who decides the unworthy from the worthy, and he isn’t the one who determines punishment or delivers it. Without him there, the Underworld is likely to continue on just as it has since the beginning of time.

And maybe he can continue on, too. Elsewhere.

“You know,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to those curls. “My brother did say I should take a sabbatical.”

[autisticpeterparkerheadcanons]

They say if you can’t find content for something, then make it yourself, so here’s autistic!Peter Parker headcanons that literally no one asked for. I’ve seen some, but they all seem to be very similar, and I need MORE and also I have a different take on it, SO. (My brain that needs Categories for Things doesn’t know what to do with this exactly because it seems that a lot of people think the common labels are too ableist and I don’t disagree, so I’m calling this stealth!autism because it’s Not Obvious And Undiagnosed But Still Relevant, AKA me, lol.)

Under a cut because this monster weighs in at just over 2k words. Oops.

Also, ya know, a little bit AU because I hate that Tony sold the Tower. :P

Tony was the first to realize anything was different about the kid, after he started spending more time actively mentoring him after the Vulture fiasco.

It was small things at first. He didn’t think much about it. The first couple of months, most sarcasm went completely over the kid’s head (which, okay, Tony’s brand of humor isn’t really mainstream anymore, he thinks -- he doesn’t speak meme -- and maybe that was the problem because the kid does slowly catch on to it, and fewer and fewer awkward moments ensue as time passes). He stuttered and didn’t often make eye contact, but he wrote that off as more nerves than anything. He rambled about one topic non-stop sometimes, but he wrote it off as anxiety -- a need to fill the silence. His hands were always busy, if not with anything productive, then a constant fidgeting. Once again, probably just nerves.

But as time passed and Peter became decidedly more comfortable around him, none of those things disappeared. Maybe he stutters a little less, but nothing about his mannerisms changed. And the longer he knows Peter, the more little things come to his attention.

Peter has a hard time taking verbal instructions. It’s not that he’s not listening or focusing. It’s more like he just doesn’t...comprehend? process? It just doesn’t always stick. And that’s okay. Tony can work with that. He makes Peter repeat instructions to make sure he’s got it, or he writes it down if he can’t just show the kid himself. Everybody learns differently, after all. (Tony would know.)

Peter often stayed for dinner when he came to the Tower, and Tony noticed the things he liked to eat and the things he wouldn’t. “You don’t like mushrooms? Uncultured!” -- A shrug. “I don’t mind the taste, but I can’t stand the texture. Same goes for shrimp.”

(He files that information away for safe keeping. Do Not Make Shrimp.)

And, really that was just the start. The seemingly ‘little things’ piled up.

One night, after Peter had left, Tony was puzzling everything over. Trying to figure this oddly eccentric kid out. Pepper offered a listening ear.

“It sounds like he could be on the spectrum? It’s a lot of little things, but they add up. It fits.”

And, oh. That made sense actually. But... “Why would he not tell me that?”

“You’re still his hero. He probably doesn’t want you to think any differently of him.”

So Tony doesn’t say anything. There’s no tactful way to ask something like that, after all. Peter will tell him when he’s ready to -- if he ever is -- Tony figures. But until then, he’ll just keep adjusting. Life is probably hard enough to navigate, no need to make the workshop that way, too.

Peter doesn’t know. He’s always been aware that he’s different, sure, but he has Ned and -- more recently -- MJ as friends and (most of) the Decathlon team, so it’s okay. He doesn’t mind, not really.

(He didn’t present in the ‘normal’ ways when he was little, so, just like Tony, all the adults in his life wrote off the ‘little things’ as something else.)

And then everything happens and suddenly he’s spending a lot of time with the Tony Stark and getting to work in his lab with him, and if the Tony Stark does’t mind that he’s kind of weird and awkward, then he must not be that weird or awkward. Tony doesn’t interrupt his rambles or look annoyed by them. He doesn’t comment on the fidgeting or stuttering. Peter doesn’t know when the hero worship ended, but he thinks it probably had something to do with the sheer amount of patience the man has for him and his oddities.

(And, don’t get him wrong, Tony is still his hero, but it’s different now.)

Besides his aunt and Ned, he thinks Tony might just be the most comfortable person to be around.

Second semester starts, and he finds out he needs to take an elective instead of a free period in order to stay on track to graduate. Unfortunately there’s only one class that’ll fit in his schedule as is and he doesn’t really want to mess around with the placements of his other classes, so he ends up taking some sort of health class, but not the fun home-ec ones where you get to cook and eat the stuff you make. He’s not exactly dreading it, but he’s not looking forward to it either.

Instead of having an exam for midterms, they have a project, the topics assigned at random, things like depression and anxiety and ADHD. Peter’s topic is Autism Spectrum Disorder. Like most people his age, he has a vague idea of what that is, but he thinks it’ll be interesting to learn more about, so he’s at least not dreading doing research.

He starts with the basics, what it is and how it works and the ‘markers’ of how you can tell if someone is. Which leaves him vaguely confused. Because some of these things sound like him? But he’s not, so.

He ends up in forums, because he knows that the strictly medical side of things often doesn’t actually do it justice with how it is to actually live with something. On every forum he slogs though there’s always at least one thread about not being formally diagnosed at all or not until adulthood. And he always reads those because how could something like that get missed? But he quickly finds out it’s really pretty common (or, at least, more common than he thinks it should be).

He goes to blogs, too. Between the two, he finds a million and one things that people on the spectrum deal with that ‘official’ sites don’t tell you. Actual people relate what it’s actually like, and suddenly there’s this seed planted in his mind because holy crap does he identify with this and suddenly a lot of things make more sense.

He’s not sure how he gets there, but he ends up on an online AQ test and he takes it. He doesn’t technically score high enough, but he’s borderline (and the higher end of that, even, barely missing the lowest number, and if he’s honest, a couple questions he wasn’t entirely sure how to answer and that may have made a difference), and the site itself says, “89% of those who fall in the borderline category are diagnosed” and...

He doesn’t really know what to do with this information. He’s almost 16 and he’s old enough to understand this kind of stuff so surely if May knew she would have told him. But how the heck do you even ask about something like this? “Hey, May, am I autistic?” just wasn’t going to cut it. And if she didn’t know, that would be even more awkward. So he doesn’t. He buries the thought and ignores it the best he can.

But Tony notices because of course he does. He asks if Peter is alright and spends an awful lot of time staring at him with that expression no matter how many times he says he’s fine. Eventually, Tony does drop it with a quick “I’m always here to listen if you need to talk -- no judgment” and Peter appreciates that more than he’d like to admit, but just like with May, how the heck do you start a conversation like this one? So he still doesn’t.

For a while after, everything is fine. He turns in his project, gets an A on it, and he puts it out of his mind.

Finals pass, and summer vacation starts, which means he has more time to swing around Queens and more time to spend with Tony in the lab. This is going to be the best summer ever he’s pretty darn sure.

It’s late June, and Peter is staying the weekend because May is out of town and any excuse is a good one. AC/DC is playing over the lab’s speakers, just like normal, and he’s rambling about something when he suddenly becomes very aware that that’s what he’s doing, that he’s actually info-dumping, and -- he cuts off mid-sentence. Because he hasn’t thought about this in months, but it’s back again. What if...?

He zones out, he’s not sure for how long, but the music clicks off and suddenly Tony is sitting directly in front him, obviously concerned. Very concerned, because he’s not even trying to hide it. “Peter? What’s wrong?” No nickname? Tony is definitely on to him, and he’s not going to get away with saying ‘nothing’ this time. He stares down at his hands, and he can’t help but rub his fingers together (he doesn’t really have anything else to fidget with at the current moment so).

He’s very aware of the silence and that Tony is still waiting for an answer. But he doesn’t know what to say, so he doesn’t say anything.

(To Tony’s credit, he doesn’t so much as shift or sigh. He just...sits and waits. He’s not usually such a patient man, but Peter is different. He can be endlessly patient with Peter. Pepper says it’s because Peter is practically his kid, and he’s not so sure about that, but whatever.)

The silence is uncomfortable and he can feel himself starting to panic, but he forces himself to breathe and try to unscramble his thoughts. Because whatever he says, he’s determined to not say it bluntly. There has to be a subtle way of asking...maybe...right? He’s determined to try, anyway.

In the end, he settles on a mumbled, “Mr Stark? Do you think I’m... different?”

(And Tony has to steel himself because he’s known for more than six months at this point and he’s just been waiting for this conversation so you’d better not mess this up, Stark.) “Maybe. But that’s not a bad thing. Normal people don’t accomplish things worth remembering.”

“You don’t think I’m...weird? or awkward?”

“You’re a teenager. ‘Weird’ and ‘awkward’ are kinda part of the job description.”

Peter almost smiles. He knows Tony is joking with him, but... “No, I mean....” He cuts off. He doesn’t know what he means, really, and trying to figure it out is exhausting. “I don’t know. Never mind. It’s not important.”

“If something is bothering you, that makes it important to me.”

Peter isn’t sure what to think of that, and silence drags on again.

For a hot minute, Tony thinks he blew it. But then Peter speaks up again, and when he finally starts, he rambles it all out and doesn’t even try to sort it out. He just...wants it out. “I just... I don’t fit in, Mr Stark, and I’ve always known that and I’ve been okay with that because I’m just me, ya know? And if other people don’t like me, that’s on them not me, or at least that’s what I’ve always been taught and everything, it’s just I’m weird and I know it, and I’m just...” There’s a pause, and he’s not sure Tony even hears what he ends with, “I think there’s something wrong with me.”

(At this point, Tony realizes that Peter probably didn’t have any idea until a couple of months ago. Oh. Well.)

When Tony replies, it’s not how Peter thinks he will. “Does this have something to do with that mid-term project you had to do?” He finally meets Tony’s gaze again, and Tony adds with a smile, “You were acting kinda like this then, too, kid.”

He looks back down at his hands and mumbles. “Autism. That’s what my project was on.”

“And you think you are?”

Peter can’t even find it in him to nod. He just...keeps staring at his hands and waits for the other shoe to drop because surely this is it, this’ll be the thing that’s too much on top of everything else, and Tony will boot him out because he doesn’t want to deal with it.

It’s only quiet for a moment before Tony says casually, “You wanna know who else is on the spectrum? Einstein. Or, I guess I should say was, but that’s irrelevant.”

Peter is looking at him again, because What???

Tony smiles at the look on Peter’s face. “I’m serious. People who know far more about it than I do say he probably was.” He shrugs. “So your brain works a little differently. So what? It just means that you’ll see answers no one else will. So the way I see it, that just means you’re gonna change the world, kid.”

Peter decides maybe he can live with this after all.

(They go back to work, the music clicks back on, and it’s a solid ten minutes before it dawns on Peter. His head snaps up and over to where Tony is working a few feet away, and says, “You already knew, didn’t you?”

Tony just laughs and says, “Pep guessed before I did really, but I guess you could say that. I’ve had a hunch since around Christmastime.”

And that puts him more at ease than anything yet. Tony knew and still treated him exactly the same as before. He decides maybe this is okay.)

(Not a week later, when Peter shows up at the Tower to work on stuff, he finds a box on his workbench. Inside are various fidget toys. All he can do is stare as Tony comes up beside him.

“Try ‘em out. Let me know what you like. That way I can have a stash because God knows you lose things like no one I’ve ever known.” It’s all said with a fond smile, and Peter knows it’s true -- he does lose things like crazy.

Peter decides he likes the cubes, and Tony is true to his word. “This one stays here, on your table. Here’s another one that stays on your desk at home. This one is a spare for your backpack, and this one is to carry around wherever. I also have three more in the drawer over there for when you inevitably lose one.”

They’re all superhero-themed, and he’s pretty sure Tony commissioned the designs especially for him, though he can’t prove it.

At some point a weighted blanket appears in his room in the Tower after a movie night where Tony pulls out his and Peter comments how AMAZING it is. He gets another one for home for his birthday. Both are also custom-made superhero-themed colors.)

[buckysrighthanddoll]

Speechless

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: cursing, angst, hella fluff

Summary: Four times “Speechless” by Dan and Shay perfectly fit Bucky and the reader’s relationship

Word count: 4915

i.

Tony was infamous for his extraordinary parties. It gave him joy, not because he was rich and he could, but because it was one of the rare times the entire team was in the room without fighting for their lives.

He threw a glorious party, this time in your honor. He wanted to introduce you to the team as the newest member, and what better way than with dancing and liquor?

You were informed that this was a formal event. And, although you much preferred your suit or a pair of sweats, you did occasionally enjoy dressing up. You enjoyed the feeling of it, the added confidence to your normal amount made you absolutely giddy.

So, here you were, dressed to the nines, and about to walk into your very own Stark-made party. Everybody else was already there, and Tony was announcing the events of the night before introducing you to the world.

You stood in your dark green dress that just brushed the floor, hair and makeup done to perfection, and a pair of gold flats on to match your golden necklace. You took a deep breath as you smoothed down the dress that you hand-picked, and you listened to Tony speak.

“Without further ado, here she is, the star of tonight’s event, and the newest Avenger, (Y/N)!”

You stepped around the bend, descending the staircase that Tony was standing on. It was a stereotypical fairytale, and you thought back to the hardships you had gone through to get to where you are now. You looked over the crowd of applauding people, looking at the front row to the current Avengers.

One, in particular, caught your eye. You recognized him to be James Buchanan Barnes, the former Winter Soldier. You had read very little on all of the team, wanting to get to know them on your own. But, damn, the pictures in James’ file didn’t do him justice. He couldn’t seem to not look at you (even though all eyes were on you in the first place). He drank you in, his mouth slightly agape as his face flushed pink.

You reached to wear Tony was, forcing yourself to look away from him. You offered a small smile to the crowd as Tony gestured to the microphone for a speech. He had told you beforehand that the press would be there recording this. This was, after all, a big event.

“Thank you so much for all of this, Tony,” You started, smiling at the man who orchestrated this entire thing. Not just the party, but you joining the team as well. You took a moment to ground yourself, hearing the quiet music and the slight movements of the crowd as they waited to hear your next words. “This party was very much over-the-top in my opinion, but Tony insisted that it was needed. Who am I to argue with the one providing all of this for me? Not just the party, but also my room in the tower, the food in the kitchen, and the opportunity to serve this country and this world alongside the bravest and most selfless people this world has to offer. I am grateful for all of this, and I am very excited to have the chance to be called an Avenger. Thank you,” You said, trying to keep the speech concise. The crowd applauded once again as you handed the microphone back to Tony, who gave you a big hug. You gladly accepted, knowing that he wasn’t an affectionate man toward many people.

You stepped down the remaining stairs and got in line with the rest of the Avengers, standing next to Natasha. She gave you her signature smile, and you returned it. “Welcome to the family. I’m Natasha,” she said, holding a hand out. You shook it and introduced yourself, turning back toward Tony.

Once he finished talking, it was time for the crowd to come up and talk to you. You hardly got a moment of peace the entire time. It seemed as though the entire population of the event had greeted you, except for one. James hadn’t come to see you yet, and you nearly took offense to it until you remembered that he was once the Winter Soldier, and that kind of torture must make it hard for him to want to talk to new people. He stuck by Steve and Sam for most of the night.

The one moment that you got, you were walking through the middle of the dance floor in order to get to a table. A slow song called “Speechless” by Dan and Shay had the majority of the people dancing with each other, which allowed for your momentary escape. This was the moment that James finally came up to you. “I’m Bucky,” He said. It was short and sweet, and it was a start.

“I’m (Y/N),” you introduced with a soft smile. He repeated it to himself as if he was trying it out to see if he liked it. He gave a tiny smirk as he focused his attention back on you.

“Would you like to dance?” Bucky asked, holding his hand out to take.

“I would love to, Bucky,” You said. He liked the way his name rolled off of your tongue. You stepped closer to him, placing one around his neck and the other in his hand. He placed his arm around your waist and gently squeezed your hand in his, making you smile.

“How did Tony find you?” He asked.

You gave him a sad smile. “Perhaps another time for that story,” You said. He understood just fine. There was plenty that he didn’t like to talk about, so he didn’t press it further. “But, I will say that if it wasn’t for Tony, I would be rotting in a very different place.”

“Why did he recruit you?” He asked next.

“I’m kind of a Thor, but less godly,” You laughed. Bucky disagreed entirely. Everything about you screamed goddess. You were picture perfect in looks, and that laugh--damn, that laugh--made the room seem like it was lighter. “What about you?”

Bucky’s eyes widened momentarily. “Tony didn’t tell you about us?”

You shook your head. “He gave me files, but I like to personally get to know people. Having a file on someone is sort of like cheating, I guess,” You explained.

“I like that,” Bucky smiled. “Steve and I are super soldiers.” This time you gave him a smile.

As the song came to a close, neither of you really wanted to let go. However, you figured that all of the eyes on the two of you were suspicious enough, and you didn’t want to give them a reason to think that you were more than attached to any of the team on the night you met them. Reluctantly, you stepped away from him, holding onto his hand a moment longer as a form of flirtation.

“Well, James, I think we’ll get along just fine,” You smirked. He raised his hand, bringing yours with it to his mouth. He gently kissed your knuckles, making you blush.

“I agree. I look forward to working with you,” He smiled. He dropped your hand, and you decided to go sit with Steve, Sam, Natasha, and Clint at the table. Bucky soon joined, sitting on the opposite side of you as all of you conversed.

Bucky knew right then that you were someone special.

ii.

After almost two years of being close friends and pining over each other, Steve finally convinced Bucky to ask you on an actual date. You, being you, casually said yes to his face, but the second you got to your room, you jumped and danced in excitement. Nat walked in. You were red in the face. She’ll never let you live it down.

Getting ready for the date made you incredibly nervous. Natasha and Wanda helped you decide what to wear since they knew where Bucky was going to take you. You were in a simple grey a-line dress that ended just above the knees, topping it with a black cardigan. While Wanda curled your hair, Natasha helped you with your makeup.

All three of you knew that you could get ready on your own, but it was exciting to have them help you. You had realized that you fell in love with Bucky well over a year ago when you opened up to him and told him about how Tony had discovered you. You had never told anybody that you accidentally killed a man in cardiac arrest with your powers. He held you while you cried (you didn’t think you’d ever be able to tell the story without crying at some point during it).

Bucky, however, didn’t realize how you felt. He had fallen for you when you had comforted him through a flashback. You knew a lot about mental health, so you helped him ground himself back in reality and dismiss those memories. Then, you made him cookies just like his ma and sister did when he was sick, back before the war. Yes, he was enraptured when he first met you, but he saw you in a new light through the months just prior. You were no longer just some bad-ass girl who had electricity in her veins, but instead he realized that you were much more personable. You were easy to talk to, and you always managed to make him smile when he had no other reason to. You showed him a vulnerable side to you instead of your overly confident front that you always had with everybody else. Not even Natasha got to see as much of that side as he did.

“(Y/N), calm down. Your fingers are sparking,” Nat said as she set down the mascara. You looked down at your fingers, which were indeed sparkling a dull golden color. You chalked up to nerves because damn you were nervous. You weren’t the type to let nerves get to you, but right now they were.

“It’s just Bucky,” Wanda said. “The same exact Bucky who has been there for you the last two years.”

“Yeah, but now Bucky and I have this thing between us and we’re actually going on a date. A proper date, not just some movie night in my bedroom.”

“You two have had that thing for over a year,” Natasha pointed out. She used a wipe to take off the light powder on your lips, opting to just leave them blank.

“You know, he’s probably just as nervous as you are,” Wanda added as she put some hairspray into your hair.

Taking a deep breath, you look at yourself in the mirror. Wanda had used a straightener to add loose waves to your hair, tying up the sides and leaving a couple of loose strands at the front. It was subtle yet so perfect. The same thing went for the makeup that Natasha chose. She did a slight amount of concealer to cover a bruise from last week’s mission, then she added a bit of bronzer and highlighter. Then she gently filled in your eyebrows and put mascara on you. The entire look was natural and cute. You hoped that Bucky liked it.

“Go get him,” Nat said, handing you your purse. You thanked both the girls and hugged them, slipping on some black flats and heading out. You opted to take the stairs, meeting Steve in the lobby.

“He’s right outside,” He told you, a bright smile on his face. He gave you a hug as well, telling you to be safe.

When you opened the door to the tower, you saw Bucky nervously standing by his car. You stopped in your tracks, taking in the sight before you. He was in dark denim jeans and a light grey button-up shirt, a bouquet of flowers in his hand. Upon hearing the door open, he looked up at you. He opened his mouth to say something but came up empty. He was utterly speechless at just how beautiful you were.

You took a step toward him, which snapped him out of his gaze. He closed the remaining distance and handed you the flowers, making you smile nervously. You could feel your hands tingling from the electricity, but they weren’t sparking like they were just minutes ago. You took a deep breath, attempting to calm the nerves. This was Bucky. Bucky, who welcomed you with open arms. Bucky, who comforted you when you got flashbacks about killing that man. Bucky, who opened up to you and trusted you. Bucky, who allowed you to talk about anything in this entire world that you wanted to. Bucky, who helped you control your power. Bucky, who always made sure you were comfortable in every situation. Bucky, who never laid a hand on you. Bucky, who never so much as tried to kiss you. This was Bucky. You could do this.

“Would ya look at that?” Bucky asked, looking between the two of you. “We’re matching,” He smiled. “You look amazing, doll,” He added quietly.

“You look fantastic, Buck,” You replied. “I like grey on you.” Of course, you did. They brought out the icy blue of his eyes, and the way his dark brown hair paired with the lightness of the grey made your heart smile. 

He gestured toward the car after a moment of silence, opening the door for you. He took you to a small diner in Brooklyn that had been around since the 1920s. “It was my favorite growing up,” He told you when you were sharing an appetizer.

“God, I really am with an old man, huh?” You joked. He laughed, which made you laugh. He loved hearing your laugh. It made him happier.

“Well, we’re physically the same age.”

“I don’t know, sometimes after a fight, I feel like I’m ninety-seven years old.”

He chuckled as the food came out. “You are something else, sweetheart,” He says.

You pondered over the nickname. He usually liked to call you doll or princess, but sweetheart was new. “Sweetheart,” You muttered to yourself, trying it out for size. “I like that,” You finished, smiling to yourself.

After dinner, you went to the drive-in. You had no idea that they even existed anymore. And, truthfully, this one wouldn’t have if it wasn’t for Tony organizing it and getting trying to keep it on the down-low so that there weren’t many other people there. The Breakfast Club was playing, which was a good movie in your eyes.

Sometime near the middle of the movie, you cuddled into Bucky’s shoulder. He gingerly wrapped an arm around you and pulled you tighter into him, which made you smile widely. You two had leaned on each other and held each other during panic attacks, flashbacks, and nightmares, but you had never intentionally cuddled with each other just to do it. It made Bucky feel like he did before the war when he was really into a girl.

Although, none of them had been like you.

You were something else altogether, Bucky thought. He thought that you were imperfect. You had your faults and your insecurities and you hated being vulnerable with anybody except for him. You were his kind of imperfect, though, and he adored every single insecurity.

“(Y/N)?” He asked toward the end of the movie. He had intended to say that he thought he was falling in love with you, but when you looked up at him through those lashes with those beautiful eyes of yours, he was speechless again. Bucky Barnes had never been so affected by anybody like he had been by you. “Thank you for coming out with me tonight,” He said after moments of grasping for words.

You smiled. “Of course, Buck. This is a lot of fun, and I’d love to do this with nobody else,” You told him. His heart stuttered, and he hoped that you didn’t feel it, but you did. The electricity in your veins had started to flare again with the way that he looked at you, so you pulled away from him before you could accidentally shock him.

After the movie, you went back to the compound, although the date wasn’t over. He carefully led you around the building so that you wouldn’t have to see the team, and you told F.R.I.D.A.Y. to make sure that the team didn’t know you were back yet.

He led you to the roof long after the sun had set, and you both sat on the roof underneath the half-moon with your bouquet of flowers and your head on his shoulder again. You nuzzled close to him because you were cold, and he gave you his jacket, even though you had told him not to. You knew that he hated the cold and you didn’t want him to get chilly, but he assured you that with the serum in his veins, he was naturally very warm. You couldn’t disagree. He was like a warm blanket fresh out of the drier. This man had you feeling nostalgic for things that you didn’t quite know.

Bucky pointed out different constellations to you, including the one that corresponded with your zodiac sign.

“James, it looks as though our story is written in the stars,” You said after he pointed out two constellations right next to each other. “That constellation is you, and that one is me, and we’re right next to each other, always chasing. I think that we’re written in the stars and that one day, we’ll finally catch each other.”

He looked down at you, smiling gently with a certain look in his eyes. You wish you knew what it was, but he definitely knew. It was love. He was falling for you, and he needed to tell you.

“We should get back inside. It’s 1:50 and Tony and Clint warned me that if I didn’t get you back by 2:00 that he just might shank me,” Bucky laughed. You laughed along with him as he got up, offering you hand to get up as well. When you got up, you didn’t let go of it. It made your heart warm.

“I wanna show you something,” You said. “Give me your other hand,” You said, letting go of his metal one and grabbing his flesh one.

“What are you--”

“Just feel,” You quietly commanded. You focused your electricity to a dull roar, letting it flow from your hand to his, which made him smile.

“That feels nice,” He commented. You giggled and laced your fingers together, dropping them to your sides as you walked back inside. He walked you to your bedroom, where you gave back his jacket. “Thank you for going on this date with me,” He said quietly, as to not wake your teammates.

“I had a great time,” You smiled. You got on your tip-toes and softly pressed your lips to his cheek, giving a small dose of that warm electricity in a lingering kiss. When you pulled away, Bucky gave you that same meaningful look. His eyes glanced between your eyes and your lips as he slowly leaned in, and you unconsciously did the same. Your lips met somewhere in the middle, and he gently tugged you closer to him. You placed one hand behind his neck and the other on his chest as you both got lost into the kiss, It was electrifying, even without your power. Neither of you had ever felt anything like this.

Bucky was the one to pull away first. “(Y/N), I think I’m falling for you,” He whispered while your foreheads rested against each other.

“James Buchanan Barnes, I know that I’m falling for you.”

Just then, over the hallway speakers, “Speechless” played for the first time since you and Bucky met.

“And I may have had Tony set that up,” Bucky muttered, looking back at you.

iii.

You and Bucky had your first fall out eleven months after the night of your first date and start of the relationship. Your ex, Jason, had reached out to you to apologize for cheating on you when you were together. You agreed to meet with him and hear him out, but you didn’t want anything else. Life was too short for hatred, so you at least wanted to give him the chance to clear the air.

Bucky hated that. He didn’t want you to talk to him or even see him for that matter. You had told him that you wanted to give him the chance to apologize, but Bucky just didn’t believe that. He had truly believed that you were going to give Jason another chance and that you were going to leave him. You assured him that you weren’t going to do anything of the sorts, but both of you were heated and the argument kept escalating until he said something that pushed you over the edge.

“I can’t believe that you’re still going to meet with him after I told you that I didn’t want you to!” Bucky exclaimed. “You’re such a selfish bitch!”

You both stopped talking, the room falling completely silent. You were shocked that he had actually just called you a selfish bitch, especially when you had done everything for him, just like he did everything for you. You were a healthy, loving couple, so you found it absolute bullshit that he had just said those words.

Laughing in disbelief, you threw caution to the wind with your next words. “James Barnes, we are over,” You sneered, grabbing your purse and your keys and exiting the room, leaving Bucky in a state of shock.

After a week of completely ignoring him, he was getting desperate. You had moved back into your old room, you had told Tony to not put the two of you on missions together unless absolutely necessary, and you hadn’t spoken a word to Bucky since that day.

Bucky tried talking to you during lunch. He had started simple, by asking for some bread for the sandwich he was making. You calmly handed him the loaf of bread, but you didn’t say a word.

It was true that you missed him. He was the best thing that ever happened to you, but you just couldn’t be with him if he genuinely believed that you were being selfish after everything that you did for him over the past three years.

“(Y/N), would you please just talk to me?” Bucky asked as he turned to face you. You didn’t turn toward him; you just kept making your sandwich.

“Why? So you can tell me that I’m just being selfish?” You quipped.

“I didn’t mean that, doll,” He started. You could tell that if he kept talking about it, that you would go back to him. Yes, you missed him, but his words really hurt you. “We were getting heated, and I hated the idea of your ex trying to apologize to you and possibly making a move on you. I shouldn’t have said what I did, and I regret it. (Y/N), I love you so much and I just want you to forgive me.”

You didn’t say anything to him, instead, you just grabbed your now finished sandwich and went to the living room to sit with Natasha and Bruce.

Bucky was making a plan.

The next day, you went out for a run with Steve. You managed to keep up with him for the most part, and it felt amazing to clear your head with some fresh air. When you got back to the tower, you went straight to your room to avoid Bucky. You knew that you were missing him so much that you were about to ask for him back. But you couldn’t. It still hurt.

Upon entering your room, you noticed a box on your bed with a note on top of it. You furrowed your eyebrows as you picked up the note, immediately recognizing the handwriting to be Bucky’s.

Meet me in the conference room at six o’clock. Please wear this.

You opened the box and pulled out the dark green dress that he had gotten you. It fell just above the knees, and it flowed gently past the waist. It was a stunning dress that was reminiscent of the one that you had worn when you first met Bucky.

You sighed, deciding to go along with whatever Bucky was planning. After showering, you styled your hair and put on very light makeup, throwing on the dress and picking the gold flats that you wore when you first met him.

The clock read 5:54 when you were done, so you walked out of your room and to the conference room on the next floor down. The lights in the hallway were dimmed, which confused you. All of the lights in this tower were usually rather bright.

The conference room was at the end of the hall and on the left, so you walked in and observed. The lights were off, save for the warm Christmas lights that lined the walls. Rose petals covered the floor around the edges of the room, and Bucky stood in the center of the room. “Speechless” was once again playing, and you knew that this was your song.

There he stood in the same tux that he wore the night you met him, his hair pulled back into a bun. He softly smiled at you.

“Bucky, what is all of this?” You asked gently as you stepped into the room further.

“I messed up, sweetheart, and I want to make it right,” He said. He held his hand out, making your body tingle with electricity. You missed him so fucking much. “Would you like to dance?”

“I’d love to, Bucky.”

The two of you swayed to the music, staring into each other’s eyes. “I didn’t mean what I said, you know,” He started. “It was a mistake, and I’m sorry.”

“I know, Buck,” You whispered. “I forgive you.”

You rested your head on his shoulder and he gripped you tightly until the song ended. Even though the song was over, you still held on to each other, too scared to let go as if you would fade away if you did.

After a couple of minutes, Bucky was the first to pull away. He reached into the pocket of his jacket, pulling out a small box. He got down on one knee, opening the box to reveal a stunning diamond ring.

You gasped as he spoke. “(Y/N) (Y/L/N), you have been the light of my life ever since we met. You make me feel more human than anybody else, and I’m so honored to be able to call you mine. And I want to be yours for the rest of my life. Will you marry me?” He asked.

You nodded your head and he stood up, smiling widely and putting the ring on your finger. You threw your arms around him, hugging him so tightly that you thought for a moment that he couldn’t breathe.

He took your hand and guided you out of the room, leading you to the living room area back on the residence floor. When you got there, the entire team was waiting for you. They looked at you guys expectantly as you subtly hid behind Bucky.

Bucky looked down at you, and you smiled up at him, holding your left hand up for the rest of the team to see. They cheered loudly, coming up to you and hugging you guys while asking to see the ring.

The entire time, you kept looking to Bucky, who looked the happiest he had been in a while. It made your heart soar and tingle.

iv.

The ceremony went beautifully. It was the wedding of your dreams, and you had those closest to you there on your big day.

You smiled as you walked down the aisle, noticing a tear escape from Bucky. The minister did the ceremony flawlessly, and you were announced Mr. and Mrs. James Barnes.

The reception was just as beautiful. The head table was small since it was just you, him, two bridesmaids, and two groomsmen. Natasha and Wanda sat to your right, and Steve and Sam sat to Bucky’s left.

The speeches were lovely. Natasha, Steve, and Tony spoke about the two of you and your relationship leading up until this point. Tony, of course, included embarrassing moments and a lot of humor to make the crowd laugh. Natasha’s was full of sentiment and love, and Steve’s was gloriously written--it seemed he was as good of an author as he was an artist.

The first dance came up. The choice for the song was obvious-- ”Speechless”.

As you danced to the song, you stared into each other’s eyes. “We’ve come a long way, haven’t we?” You asked him.

“And I would do everything all over again just for this moment,” Bucky smiled. You placed a gentle kiss on his lips and smiled. You couldn’t believe just how lucky you were to have someone as loving and special as he was. He was your everything; he was the sun, the moon, and the stars. You loved him more than you loved yourself.

“James Barnes, you are the love of my life,” You smiled.

“(Y/N) Barnes, I love you more than life itself.”

[camptony]

Breaking All The Rules || SEBTONY

That first week at camp flew by in a second, and by the time the second, and final week was starting, the weather around them begun to remind them that summer was in fact ending. But they still had a week to go, so they all decided to make the most of it. 

Nothing further had happened between Tony and Sebastian after they almost kissed by the lake that night, when they were abruptly interrupted by the kids, and it seemed, on purpose or not, that they kept on getting busy enough not to be alone that way again, and by that, not discussing what went on that night. They only made light talk when they happened to sit at the counselor's table to eat, and there times they didn't even sit together at all. Tony was starting to think that what happened that night had been just a fluke, and if that was the case, he was glad it didn't go any further. 

On that particular night, Tony waited until the most late hour to go clean himself up. After making sure all the kids were asleep, he grabbed his things and quietly made it out of the cabin and down the short road that led to where the showers were, which was in fact a little shed with a several stalls, lockers and sinks. He could hear thunders in the distance as he put his clothes down and went to one of the stalls to start the water up.

Sebastian looked up to the sky and despite the darkness, he could see the threatening rain clouds looming. They'd avoided most of the bad weather at camp fortunately, with it being still summer, but there had been one day (yesterday) where the campers had been cooped up inside all day, though fortunately there were plenty of music and arts activities to keep them busy as it was an arts camp. Still, it wasn't supposed to rain tonight but the clouds and the distance clap of thunder was suggesting differently and he figured he only had a short window to get to the shower block, shower, and get back to the cabin safe and dry. 

He quickly gathered his things, slinging his towel over his shoulder and swinging his toiletries bag on his hand. He whistled as he made his way to the shower block, the soft solar lights on the path lighting the way well enough that he didn't have to grab his phone out to use the torch. When he reached the block he noticed one of the cubicles was taken but didn't take much notice of it, as there were plenty of counsellors it could be, and simply went into another one down the far end, turning the water on.

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Tony was almost done with his shower by the time he heard the door was bieng opened. He assumed it was just another counselor coming in for a late night shower, so he didn't pay much attention to that. He wrapped the towel around his waist and walked out of the stall, then headed to the sink and pulled out what he needed from his bag to shave himself up a bit.

Sebastian wanted to beat the rain so it was probably one of the quickest showers he'd taken so it wasn't long before he was turning the water off and wrapping a towel around his waist, tucking it in to hold it there. He hummed to himself as he walked out from the stall area, into where the sinks and mirrors were and stopped. 

Tony was standing at the sink, only a towel wrapped around him much like Sebastian had and there were still beads of water dripping down his back and jesus christ how was it that he was so attractive. Not that he wasn't himself, obviously. But he'd expected the other counsellors at camp to be ... well, not like Tony. "Oh," he cleared his throat, trying to sound nonchalant, "hey. Trying to beat the rain too?"

Tony was splashing water on his face after he was done shaving, hearing only the 'oh' part before he turned around and saw Sebastian there, wearing a towel around his waist and still dripping wet, much like he was. "Hey yourself" he said, trying his best for things not to feel too awkward. "I guess i am. At least I'm hoping that much." He couldn't help but let his eyes wonder down the man's half naked body, then quickly looked away. "We're almost done here. I bet you can't wait to go home, huh?"

Sebastian smirked, noticing the way Tony's eyes very quickly looked away - he was no stranger to the appreciative glances, though he doubted Tony was either. He shrugged, walking up to the sink next to Tony's, "I suppose. It wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be." A loud clap of thunder made them jump and he looked up, then back to Tony, "what about you? Happy to be going home?"

Tony was a bit startled when the thunder hit, then he continued to wash his face up, which he was almost done with, having already brushed his teeth. "Mhm. Very happy. To me, home is a two story place, apartment on the top, record store downstairs, in New York. What's not to love about returning to that, huh?" He chuckled, then a bright lightning hit, one that made the lights flicker. "Damn it. We better hurry before it gets here-" he begun to say, two seconds too late, because the rain started puring, and very hard.

Sebastian hummed at Tony's words. Home for him wasn't so much his apartment, but his studio. He'd missed being surrounded by canvases and being covered in paint as he lost himself in his work. It had only been two weeks - though with travel time and readjusting for jetlag, it was closer to three for him. But it had been the longest he'd gone without being in some kind of studio in a long time. 

"Fuck," he said, when the rain cut off Tony's words, pelting loudly on the roof of the bathrooms. It had come so sudden and fast, Sebastian thought it might quickly disappear but it just seemed to get heavier. He opened the door to look outside, to see if it was as heavy as it sounded, but they could barely see through the rain it was pouring down. "Guess we're stuck in here then, huh?" He said, looked sideways at Tony and if there was a glint in his eye, well, who could blame him.

Tony gathered his things as quickly as he could, trying his best to hurry out of there before the rain got there, but just as he made it to the door it started rain, and hard. He sighed and leaned against the doorframe, looking at the gray and black sky above. "I guess we are" he said, then turned around and placed his travel bag on top of the bench that was there and sat down. "Is that a bad thing?"

Sebastian shrugged at Tony's question, "depends on how you look at it." He pushed himself off from where he'd been leaning against the sink and dropped onto the bench next to Tony. "We are stuck here and it's raining and who knows when that's going to stop. But on the other hand, if we're stuck in here that means everybody else is stuck somewhere else."

Tony swallowed hard as he watched Sebastian sitting at his side on the bench, then nodded. "That's true. No one is coming out of their cabins with this storm" he said with a soft chuckle, then looked at him and they both stayed silent for a couple of seconds. It had been impossible for Tony not to think back on that moment at the lake, when they were about to kiss and they were interrupted. At first he had told himself it was for the better, that it was best not to complicate things, but as days went by he felt the on growing urge of thinking back on that, and also imagine what that would had been like. 

With the fast coming time when they would have to say goodbye hovering over their heads, he realized there was no time like the present, as against the rules as it might had been. Without any second thought he leaned in and placed both hands on his face, and kissed him firmly on the lips for a couple of seconds, then he pulled back a bit to see his reaction.

Sebastian couldn't deny he had been flirting with Tony, he hadn't exactly been subtle about it. But still, when he kissed him his body went still for a moment, surprised Tony had actually acted on the tension that had been hanging around them the past two weeks. When the other man pulled back Sebastian looked at him and it was barely a few seconds before his face broke out into a smirk. He didn't say anything, he didn't felt like he needed to, instead his response was to simply close the gap between them again, crashing their lips together in a much more heated kiss than the tentative one a few moments earlier.

It literally felt like time had stood still after he pulled back, and during a very brief second he felt like he had done the wrong thing. Maybe Sebastian wasn't that much into him to begin with, and the shock on his face, followed by that stupid smirk made him feel that much. Oh yeah, he had been trolled for sure. 

He had half a mind to simply stand up and walked away from there, even under that heavy rain... But then Sebastian kissed him back, and he had barely any time to react properly before his mind caught up to what was happening. Dozens of things went through his mind, mainly to do with if whether that was right or not, but when it came down to it, the camp was about to end soon, and they probably wouldn't see each other ever again. Why waste that one chance? 

He put his arms around him and let himself go completly into the kiss, his tongue soon prying Sebastian's lips open wantonly and making their kiss that much more dirty, neeedy and hot.

Sebastian was glad when Tony gave in to the kiss, their minds finally catching up to what their bodies had been telling them for awhile. He moved swiftly so he was straddling Tony, thankful that the bench he was quite large as it was a communal bathroom after all. With his legs either side of Tony's he looked down at him and smirked, "about time." He chuckled, and leaned into kiss him again, the new angle with him straddling them saving them from turning their heads to the side as before.

Tony groaned when he felt Sebastian's full body weight on him, his arms going around his waist as he tilted his head, his tongue languidedly sucking on Sebastian's. His taste poured down his throat like the sweetest liquor, and making him dizzy. His hands moved down to rest on his ass, his fingers soon squezing the mounds as he pushed his hips up slightly.

Sebastian groaned when Tony's hands found their way to his ass and he rocked his body down to the other man's movements. The rain continued to pour down, the constant sound of it hitting the tin roof of the bathroom almost deafening. He never thought he'd be quite as thankful for a thunderstorm, but given that camp was over soon and Tony was really hot and he'd wanted to do this since they'd first met, you'd be damned well sure he'd be thankful for this one.

Tony slid his hands under the fabric of his shirt, his fingernails dragging down the skin of his back, all while never breaking from the kiss, as if it was something they needed to keep on doing to survive. Eventually they needed to come back up for air as well and when they pulled back he looked up at Sebastian, the goofiest grin curling his lips. "Fucking finally" he said, then he leaned in and peppered light kisses on the male's long neck, his teeth nipping the small freckles he saw there.

Sebastian laughed when Tony spoke, echoing his sentiments perfectly. "Mmm... I agree." His head fell to the side when Tony's lips found the skin, exposing his neck more. He was still straddling him, legs on either side of Tony's and he braced himself by gripping Tony's shoulders. "You know..." he rocked his hips down, "this thunderstorm makes this bathroom about as private as a bedroom... nobody is going to go out in the storm just for for loo. And I'm really quite good at sucking cock... you know, if you were interested." He smirked down at Tony.

Tony looked at  him and couldn't help but chuckle. "You do know how to sweet talk a man, huh?" he said with a grin, then he stood up and took Sebastian's hand so he would stood up too. "But you're right. Let's take advantage of that fact. Also... let's see how good you are then." He winked at him and turned around to lead him to where the showers were. Their previous clean up would go to damn, but who could really complain? He pulled him harsh into one of the stalls and pushed him against the wall, his lips clashing on the other's again for a bit before he pulled back and smirked. "Show me then."

Sebastian raised an eyebrow when Tony moved to stand up, and climbed off of him quickly, taking his hand when he was offered. He supposed Tony was the one thinking logically right now - even though they were unlikely to get interrupted, moving to a shower cubicle was by far the smartest option... he was pretty sure if a camper came in and they were - well, busy - in the open area, they'd probably be arrested or something. 

"Hmm... I'm not sure if I want to now," he replied with a wry smile, kissing the skin of Tony's neck. "Maybe I want you to show me..." He laughed, dropping to his knees in front of Tony. "You'll have to promise to return the favour," he said with a smirk. Their towels had come off at some point, so they didn't have to worry about clothes or any barriers to what they wanted to do, which he was glad for. He looked up at him, making eye contact as he slowly dragged his tongue along the underside of Tony's cock.

Tony grinned. "I will show you, don't worry about it. But you're up first, stud." He licked his lips as he watched him getting on his knees, his fingers then sliding through the dark locks of hair just as his tongue first touched him. "Fuck, yes..." he muttered, his head falling back as the heat started to shoot up his spine with every touch he gave him.

The rain pelted down onto the tin roof, louder and louder as the storm continued to batter the campground. It didn't seem like it was going to let up any time soon and, quite frankly, Sebastian was fine with that. He gave a couple more teasing licks to Tony's cock, but couldn't resist for much longer as he wrapped his mouth around the head. It had been awhile since he'd been with somebody like this - not the bathroom, that was hardly anything new. Nor the fact that somebody had a dick in their mouth, that was - again - pretty standard. But generally the people he hooked up with were met in bars and clubs or - if he was really desperate - Grindr. It had been awhile since he'd actually known the person he was with. And been certain the name they'd told him was their real one. He groaned, sliding his mouth further down, taking in as much as he could, before he started bobbing his head.

Tony grunted and let his head hit the wall behind him, his knees bucking a little under him as Sebastian's lips closed around him perfectly, his tongue molding under his cock as he started moving his head. "Fuck me, you're good at that... mmm..." He licked his lips and looked down, his teeth tugging on his lips as he watched his cock disappearing between Sebastian's lips. Every possible thing he had ever dreamed about Sebastian since the day they met was nothing compared to reality. After a while he grabbed onto his hair and slowly pushed his hips forward, a smirk curling his lips as their eyes met. "Just how much can you take, stud?"

Sebastian gave a choked off laugh at Tony's words and, if he didn't have his mouth full of said man's cock, he would have retorted that of course he was good at this. Otherwise his earlier brag would have been pretty sad. When Tony's hands found their way into his hair, holding him steady, he raised an eyebrow at him in hopes that his expression was enough of a challenge without needing any words to reply. Try me.

Fuck, that man was perfect. And while he held his head steady with both hands and started to push his hips forward until his cock brushed the back of his throat, Tony wondered why the the hell hadn't they done that before. He grunted and threw his head back in pure delight, his knees shaking hard the more he stretched the man's lips with his throbbing member. After a while he pulled out of him, a string of slick attaching the head of his cock and Sebastian's lips together until the moment he pulled him up on his feet and he clashed their lips together hard, savouring their combined taste and moaning as it poured down his throat. 

He turned him around and pressed him against the wall while they were still kissing, then he got on his knees and undid his pants swiftly, not willing to waste any time with finesse manners. He wanted Sebastian and he wanted him now. He reached inside his sweats and pulled his half hard cock out, and he dragged his tongue from the base to the top, his tongue twirling around the head before he opened his mouth and took him in.

Sebastian looked up at Tony when his cock slipped from his mouth, letting himself be pulled to his feet and into a kiss easily. There were few words exchanged between the two of them right now, both of them knowing that their time may be limited and the storm could end any moment. Their bodies moved together as they kissed as he felt himself spun around, his back hitting the hard tiled wall of the shower with a soft thud. 

He groaned, chasing Tony's lips with his own but the man was already dropping to his knees in front of him, his mouth wrapping around his cock quickly. "Mmm...fuck," he said in a single breath, biting his lip as he let his head fall back against the wall and a hand tangle in Tony's hair.

Tony hummed around Sebastian's cock as he kept on bobbing his head around it, and he looked up at him through his thick and dark eyelashes and winked, his lips working perfectly around the delicious and quickly hardening member. He held it by the base and moved his hand at the same pace his mouth did, working whatever inch he couldn't take in at first, then little by little he made all his way down on him, his nose bumping the man's stomach every time he went forward. 

He deepthroated him several times, gasping loudly every time he came back up for air, while a string of slick kept his lips and the man's cock attached. While he took a chance to take a breather he would jerk him off firmly, his lips also moving right between his legs and mouthing his balls eagerly.

"You're a fucking menace," Sebastian said though the last word came out as more of a gasp with the way Tony's mouth sunk around him. It was sinful, really, the things the other man was doing. Why on earth had they waited until the second to last day of the camp to do this, he'll never know now. His hands steadied himself against the tiled walls, glad he was backed up against it because he needed the support. "If you keep doing ... mmm ... that, I'm going to come in your mouth," he said as a warning, giving Tony the choice to stop.

Tony moaned around Sebastian's cock after he took him in his mouth again, then he looked up at him and smiled slightly before he pulled back and stood up again, their lips clashing heatedly yet again, wet and deep, harsh and raw, all passion anf lust pour on every suck of their tongues and eveery bite of their teeth. He pulled back slowly, his teeth tugging on the man's lower lip, then he grinned. "As fun as that sounds, I don't want our first time to end like that, babe" he said, then he licked his lips and held him pinned against the wall. "What's left to decide is... which one of us is going on top? Just so you know, I'm happy doing both, so you get to choose...

Sebastian nearly groaned at the sight of Tony after he pulled off his cock. His lips were red, eyes blown. But he didn't have a moment to process the sight, as Tony was quick to his feet, kissing him roughly - and he gave back as good as he got. Sebastian smirked at Tony's words. He was pretty sure both would be good for him too, but he still hardly knew Tony, and he wasn't sure he was ready for that kind of vulnerability. Unless he knew and trusted the other person without any doubt, his preference was always to top. He chuckled, spinning them around so now he was the one holding Tony to the wall, "Tony, I've been staring at your ass since day one - I'm topping. Wait here." 

With the shower still running, he opened the stall door and looked out. They hadn't heard anybody come in, but there was no harm in being safe. His cock was still hard and leaking, which didn't exactly make dashing over to the bench to get a condom and a small packet of lube from his toiletries bag a fun experience but he slept around enough not to be stupid about it. "Don't judge me for bringing condoms and lube to a camp," he warned as he slipped back into the shower cubicle, setting the condom and lube onto the small soap dish attached to the wall and backing Tony against the wall almost instantly. "I like to be prepared. Speaking of prepared..." He trailed off with a smirk, reaching for the lube.

Tony grunted when his back hit the wall, the heat resulting from that echoing through him like wildfire. He smirked and nodded. "You defintely have a good taste. I'm not going anywhere" he said, his voice ragged from all the suction and friction it just had of him going down on Sebastian. It couldn't be anymore than a couple of seconds while he went to get what they needed, but it stil felt too long. He stroked himself lazily a couple of times while waiting, then chuckled when he finally came back. "No judging at all. I'm always also all about taking precautions, no matter  what or where." He bit his lip down and pulled him in for another hard kiss, his teeth and tongue grazing his lips teasingly, then he turned around to face the wall and bent over just a little, his ass practically presented to the other man.

Sebastian kissed back as good as he got and would have been happy to keep doing that... if he didn't know what it was a precursor for. He licked his lips when Tony turned to face this wall, bending over so the ass he'd been not so subtly staring at for the past two weeks was right there. "You know, this is not how I expected the last night of camp to go," he said idly, tearing the packet of lube open at the same time a clap of thunder sounded, causing the rickety building to shake. He poured some of the lube over his fingers and circled one around Tony's entrance. "Not that I'm complaining," he said with a smirk, slowly pushing one digit in.

With his both hands against the wall, Tony's heart pounded inside his chest from anticipation, knowing what was about to happen, which was exactly what he wanted. "I'm sorry to damp your plans- Oh wait... I don't really care" he said with a soft chuckle, his head turning just enough to meet Sebastian's eyes, then just as a soundind moan left his lips another thunder rumbled above their heads, his head thrown back in sheer delight as he felt his long finger sliding in. "Fuck, yeah... mmm..." he breathed out, his hand reaching back to stroke Sebastian's cock slowly.

Sebastian laughed, "mmhmm - I really didn't think you did. Trust me, from where I'm standing ... it's obvious how much you want this." He smirked at Tony since the other man was looking at him for a brief moment before his head was thrown back. The angle was awkward when Tony reached around to stroke his cock, but he wasn't complaining, his hips still stuttering forward from the touch. He moved his finger in and out of him a few times, before pushing a second one alongside the first, crooking them slightly.

Tony's eyes rolled to white when Sebastian added a second finger inside of him, his knees shaking from both the pain and pleasure it gave him, and he turned his head and leaned in to kiss him again. "You better fuck me soon, Smythe... I don't like been keep waiting for what I want" he whispered over his lips with a grin.

Sebastian chuckled against his lips, shaking his head, "and I don't like being told what to do, Tremblay. In fact..." he hummed, moving his mouth across the skin of Tony's collarbone and shoulder, pumping his fingers in and out until he was satisfied, "maybe I won't fuck you at all... I could take you apart like this, you know." He paused, and then slipped out his fingers, reaching for the condom to roll it on his hard cock, "I won't - but I could." He winked at him, before lining his cock up with Tony's entrance and pushing in slowly, giving the other man time to adjust.

Tony grunted and threw his head forward, his fingernails grabbing onto the wall of the stall, though there wasn't much to hold onto there. He groaned when he felt his fingers out of him, then chuckled breathlessly. "It's not like you would get off if you didn't, Smythe" he said with a wicked grin on his face, then he bit his lip down when he felt the bluntness of the tip sliding in, his body fighting the intrusion at first but slowly giving in, then he took a deep breath and started to move slowly against him, each move he made taking him deeper in his ass. "Fuck, yeah... oh... fuck, you feel so good... mmm..."

Sebastian didn't dignify Tony's words with a response because - while he certainly could have got off, he doubted it would be as satisfying as getting off while fucking Tony. Not even close. He smirked, rolling his hips inside of him, "thank you... nothing I haven't heard before." He added with a laugh, holding onto his hips before starting to thrust slowly inside of him.

Tony turned his head and grinned at him. "I bet you have" he said, then moaned out loud when he begun to move, his legs shaking harder the further he sunk into him. "Fuck yes... mmm.. Fucking fuck me already, man..."

"Needy," Sebastian muttered, but he was in no position to deny Tony's request with the way his own body was thrumming with want and need. He pulled himself out, before pushing back in, only taking one more thrust before slamming forward. He wrapped one arm around Tony to support him, now pounding into him.

Tony chuckled breathlessly. "If I wanted delicacy and romance I would had found a boyfriend, Smythe" he said, then almost screamed when the other begun to pound him fully, his teeth sinking on his own lips to shut himself up. He grabbed onto the wall in front of him for some support, his body now being tossed back and forth with the force of the man's thrusts. "Fucking yeah... just like that... ah... fuck.. ahhh... mm..." He let his head fall between his shoulders, his body only then starting to push back on Sebastian's cock.

Sebastian smirked when he saw Tony trying to keep quiet, despite the rain still pelting down around them. He doubted anybody would be brave enough to face the weather just for a quick bathroom break, but he supposed they couldn't be too careful. It was still a camp for children at the end of the day. The hand that was around Tony's waist slid to his cock, wrapping a hand around it, as his other hand gripped at his hip, holding him upright as he slammed forward relentlessly, "mmm... fuck, you feel good."

Tony grunted and held onto the wall tighter, the force of Sebastian's thrust almost making him hit the wall in front of him, and he would had if he hadn't his hands out front to prevent it. "Fuck, you do too.... We should've- ahh.... done this sooner...mmm..." He turned his head a little to look at him and grinned. "We could've had more fun a lot sooner.... But this is making up for it good..." He grabbed him by the neck and pulled him in, their lips crashing together hotly.

Sebastian's reply was cut off by Tony's lips crashing against his own, as a clap of thunder practically shaking the small building they were in. He smirked into the kiss, knowing the other man was right - they could have had a lot more fun and a lot sooner... but he supposed they would have risked getting caught more if they'd been intentionally trying to sneak off throughout the two week camp. This was spontaneous and fun and the thunderstorm going on outside made it very unlikely somebody would interrupt them and as Tony said - it was making up for the lost time regardless. He swiped his thumb over the head of Tony's cock, his hand moving in time with the rhythm of his thrusts.

Any sound they were making was swallowed by the loud clash of thunder that kept rumbling around them, and he was thankful for that. Every hard thrust, every hard pull on the hair, and even more now, with Sebastian's skillful hand stroking the climax out of him. He knew the moment the adrenaline was gone the pain would be much too real, but it would be the best kind of pain. "Oh god, fuckfuck.. yeah... you're gonna make me come so hard... ah..."

Sebastian leaned forward, bending Tony over just a little more. He kissed the back of his neck, and they pressed kisses along the back of his shoulder before nipping at his ear. "You're damn right I am," he said, his voice practically a low growl, his hand stroking Tony's cock with practiced ease, his thrusts controlled and directed. "And you're gonna come before me... I want to feel you," he said, his breath hot against his ear.

Tony grunted when he was bent over like that, his body at the full mercy of Sebastian's control. He put both hands on the wall for some lean support as he was being shoved against it hard. "Ahh fuck yeah.... mmm" He bit his lip down, almost annoyed at himself for giving in to the other man's will, and when the warmth of his breath fell on his lips that was all he could hold back. He threw his head back, his moan resonating hard as another thunder striked, then he came hard in Sebastian's hand, ropes of pealy slick coating his fingers and also the wall in front.

Sebastian continued to stroke Tony's cock through his high, feeling the other man's body clench his cock sending pleasure through his own body. He pounded into him, his thrusts each more erratic than the last, but it only took a few more until he was coming himself, Tony's name on his lips. He could feel himself filling the condom up as he fucked Tony through their climaxes, the thrusts slowing as they both came down from their highs, breathing heavily. "Mmm... pity we waited until the last night to do that," he said, voice rough and cock still buried inside of Tony as he carefully slid out of him.

Tony grunted when he felt Sebastian still pounding into him, his climax burning through his veins like gasoline as each thrust made him unable to come down, but he loved it. He loved being able to still be there for when Sebastian also finally came, and he reached back and grabbed onto the messy dark chesnut locks of hair and pulled it hard when he felt his cock throbbing inside of him, almost whining about the fact he couldn't really feel him like he would had wanted. He groaned, then chuckled breathlessly when he pulled out of him, then turned around to face him. "Maybe. Or maybe it wass for the best, or they would had caught us and fired us in the middle of things." 

There was a second of silence before Tony rubbed the back of his neck. What now? Should he leave? Should Sebastian leave? Should they kiss? It was their last night at the camp, and suddenly things were just a tiny bit awkward. "Uh... I guess I should take another shower" he finally said with a soft chuckle.

Sebastian hummed. He supposed Tony was right... now that he'd got a taste, he was pretty sure he would have wanted another if camp wasn't ending tomorrow. And with sneaking around certainly came more risk for being caught and given it was a camp for children, he was sure being caught could lead to more than just them getting fired if the wrong person found them. Indecent exposure in front of a minor came to mind. 

He laughed quietly and nodded, picking up the two towels that had dropped from their waists earlier and wrapped one around himself. "I think we both need a shower after that," he said, reaching over Tony, skin touching skin, and turned the water on. "But I'll let you have this one, I'll go to the next cubicle... otherwise something tells me we won't get clean." As he pulled back from turning the water on, he pressed his body back against him, kissing him deeply before separating with a grin. "Just wanted to make sure we got one more in." He winked at him, before taking his leave and ducking out of the cubicle and into the one a few doors down.

Tony chuckled and shook his head. "I think you maybe right. Not that I would mind but-" He shrugged, then smiled and looked him right in the eyes as he leaned to turn the water on. He was about to say something more, but his lips were hushed in the most fine way, his lips curled in a grin as they pulled away from the kiss. "Great minds think alike" he said, then turned around and washed himself out again. 

By the time they were done cleaning themselves up the storm outside had passed, and now only the sound of water drops falling gently off the ceiling and the trees leaves around could be heard. They dressed up again and Tony unlocked the door to look outside. "Well... I suppose it's to go now." He turned to look at Sebastian, thinking that was perhaps the last time he would see him. "We're leaving early in the morning. We should get some rest and sleep. At least, I know I need it." He chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck.

Sebastian nodded at Tony's words, his hair damp as he dried it slowly with the towel. "We have to get all the campers to their parents safely tomorrow before we leave," he reminded him with a laugh, "which means I think our early leaving will probably be delayed a little. So I'm sure I'll see you around." He let the towel hang around his neck and gathered his things. 

"Tonight was fun, yeah?" He smirked at him, "don't have regrets - you're far too pretty to have regrets." He winked at him and before Tony could reply, he ducked out of the bathroom and towards his cabin.

Tony chucled and also went to get his things together. "Yeah. There's still a lot to be done before we actually have to go" he said with a chuckle, then looked at him and nodded. "I suppose we'll share a coffee or something before we go." He looked at him and smiled, and before he could reply Sebastian had already left the bathroom. He walked up to the door and grinned. "None whatsoever" he said, even if he was the only one left in the room. He turned the light off and also made a quick run back to his cabin.

Sebastian hardly saw Tony the following morning - they said hello, of course, but they were swept up in the hustle and bustle of packing the kids up for their parents to collect them. And god, if he never had to deal with campers and parents on pick up day ever again, it would be too soon. There were people yelling, crying - bags getting mixed up. Kids not wanting to go, kids wanting to go before their parents were even there. The camp had staggered pick up times based on ages - or the youngest sibling's age in the case of siblings - to ensure the carpark didn't get backed up, but it also meant that pick up time seemed to go forever. But when they finally waved off the older kids, the counsellors breathed a sigh of relief. He turned to Tony with a grin, finally able to maybe share the coffee, but was stopped by a voice saying his name. 

"Sebastian? Your car for the airport is here." "What?" He said, sounding confused - he'd organised it to come two hours after pick up ended, to make sure he was there for clean up and such - and looked down at his watch. "Oh, shit." Pick ups had been delayed and in fact, the driver was right on time. Two hours after pick ups were meant to end. One of them laughed, "it's okay, first timers always thing pick ups will go right on schedule... word of advice for next year, they don't. It's okay, all the packing up was done last night anyway. Don't keep the driver waiting." 

He turned to Tony and shrugged, since he really had no option. His bags (like all the counsellors) were already packed and along the wall of a nearby building. "Look me up if you're ever in Paris," he said with a wink, "we'll have that coffee." With that, he offered him a mock salute and waved goodbye to the other counsellors as he gathered his bags and walked in the direction of the waiting bay.

The next morning the camp site looked just like a flea market. Lots of people coming and going, lots of yelling and pointing, especially from the kids, who seemed to be swimming in a whole new rush over the fact they were leaving. He honestly couldn't recall that many bags the day the campers arrived, and they seemed  to have multipled over the last couple of days. Either way, the kids would soon be gone, and he would have the chance to have that coffee with Sebastian. 

It was hard to miss the other man amongst the crowd, the tallest ones in a small sea of children. It was also hard to miss out on the annoyance of his face with all the turmoil that was going around him. It made him chuckle in away, and of course it was also impossible for him not to think back on the night before, and just how good it had been. The sight of a black car pulled him out of thought, especially when he realized it was there for Sebastian. 

He walked up to him and stick his hands in his pockets and also shrugged. "Sure" he simply said to what Sebastian said, then nodded. "Have a safe flight, man. See you around." He offered him a bright smile before he also turned around and went to pick up his own bag, then got into the bus that was there to pick up the counselors and sat down at the very last row of seats, the image of the camp getting further away as the bus started moving, as well as the memories of the most peculiar summer he had ever had. 

END SCENE.

[evien-stark]

✧I Need You✧ Chapter 102

“We’re on lock down, until further notice.” Even though it made sense that Pierce, after dusting himself off, would put a STRIKE team in your building, it didn’t make the information any easier to swallow. “Gotta tell you, not playing the part of a turncoat that well.” As you would have suspected from Tony- if not your whole team. While he could keep them at bay and sass them well into next week, that was about all he could do. If they were watching him, he couldn’t get a lot of work done. Which was a problem. 

So you were left with coordinates to an old abandoned military base where Steve and Nat seemed to be headed. And then Tony left you on understandable radio silence for a little while. Better for the both of you that way, even though it wasn’t desirable. 

Halfway out there, the name clicked for you. Camp Lehigh. Steve’s home away from home once upon a time. Where he’d been brought up, when the army had finally taken him in. The two of you hadn’t talked about it much, and that was fine. More knowledge from reading his files. But what would he be doing there? Looking for something, no doubt. Trying to make the pieces fit was maddening. It would be a lot easier once you were just able to talk to him. 

But however Tony had found him, someone else pinged in on his location. LUNA startled you just as you were a few miles out. “Ma’am there’s a short range ballistic missile zeroing in on their location!” “What?” Your mind started a quick scramble. “How long until impact?!” 

“One minute!” 

“How long is it going to take us to get there?” 

“Longer than that!” 

“They’d better hope not!” Enough of a signal to push more power into your thrusters. “Who ordered that!?” As if you even had to ask. 

“SHIELD.” 

On your screen you saw the track- and raced against the clock to beat it- not even end it if that was the case- you weren’t exactly sure your suit could take a missile blast right now, but you were far more sure human bodies couldn’t. Warning went off too soon and you felt sweat drench your brow, found it hard to breathe. “LUNA-”

“Impact in ten seconds!” 

The countdown started. Your heart was racing so hard it hurt. And all for nothing. As: 5, 4, 3, 2, 1-

You fell out of the sky just in time to get to see the impact for yourself. Ramming right into a warehouse just off the side of the camp, setting off a huge explosion. Coming into a drop to your knees and then a roll over on your hands, feeling the life sort of just leave you. For a few seconds. Panting, like you’d just run all the way here from New York. It was all rubble. Gone. In seconds. 

“LUNA- signatures- I need- give me- anything-” Words escaping in a few gulped bubbles as you shakily pushed yourself to stand. Even as she scanned, you forced yourself to move, to start digging. Clawing. Using the suit to toss aside heavy pieces of metal and rock. One hand up you pressed at the side of your helmet to release it, switching back to goggles. “STEVE!” 

“We’ve got two live heat signatures ground level-” Not hearing the rest of her estimates as you jumped aside and down lower into the hidden underground bunker beneath. As soon as you were on your feet again, your hands dug into the wreckage, following the glowing outlines laid out for you on your glasses. “NAT!” Pulling aside heavy piece after piece until you finally had to actually throw your muscle into lifting up a large stone slab, casting it aside with a heavy, pained exhale. Rewarded, briefly, by the sight of Steve’s shield, raised. You laid a careful hand on it, and then curved your fingers around the top, easing back gently. Seeing the sight of the man still holding it, not exactly fully conscious. “Hey- Steve-” Curled in an even tighter ball underneath him was Natasha, who was completely out. “Steve- come on-” Though his eyelids fluttered, there was no other response. SHIELD knew where they were- they’d fired on them with the intent of murdering them. A cleanup crew would be here soon. You didn’t have time for him to sit there unpresent. But you couldn’t take both of them far enough away to not get caught. 

So you did the only thing you could do. You dropped below into the bright space, finding yourself breathing heavy there, too, for some reason. Stepping over the weakened ripples, sensing not a dying light from Steve, but definitely not an awake one, you set a hand on his chest. 

Come on. Get up. Exerting some energy in your next breath out, gifting him some of your own colors. As he warmed and you watched the flutter of his eyes- both there and- in front of you, amidst the mess the three of you were currently in. You watched realization dawn and you only had enough energy for a weak smile. “Time to get up. You can nap later.” 

His brows knit, seeming like he was trying to make sense of what- or rather who- he was looking at. Your name fell from him in a much nicer and quieter tone than the words that followed. “What are you doing here? I told you to-” 

“Stay out of it. I know. Little late for that. We gotta go. You can yell and then feel bad when I explain it later. You’re welcome, by the way.” Standing back, you offered your hand to him. Without another second of time between you, he put his in yours, a steady, firm grip, moving into a crouch. 

He then let you go so he could put his arms fully under Natasha and lift her. “Thanks. At least tell me you brought a car.” Gritting his teeth in pain as he stood fully. 

“Sorry. Just the suit. Let me carry her.” She seemed pretty hurt- as did he, but he much like you would walk it off. 

“I got her. Let’s go.” Refusing your help. Not hard to sense that he was a little mad. Mad about you being here. About getting involved after he’d made such a serious (if not exactly helpful) case for you to do the exact opposite. Even pleading with Tony, in less words. Yet. There you were. 

“Tower is on lockdown. They came looking for you.” Deactivating your suit, less obvious that way, as the three of you blended into a thick forest just outside the military base, sun just starting to set. “When I refused to play ball, Pierce tried to take me into custody for murdering Fury.” 

At least his realization was nice. And the anger at you dissipated- or, redirected, at least. “Thanks for explaining before I yelled.” His attempt at humor empty. “Is this growing? They after everybody?” 

“Not yet. Just present company. You know more than I do? I know Pierce’s hands are on the wheel- but I don’t get why yet. He’s the top dog that ruined SHIELD? That killed Fury over Insight?” 

Steve didn’t answer you for a long time. So long in fact that you thought he might be sleep-walking. When you cast a look back up his way again, you found him looking at you. Cars rushing by on the other edge of a treeline indicated the highway was close. The two of you stopped walking. Just looking at each other. Finally you touched the heaviness inside of him. Felt it roll over you. “Steve?” Guilt was somewhere in all this ugly mess. 

“It’s Hydra.” 

A million objections threatened to burst out of you. Hydra was dead. Had been for a long time. There was no way that was possible. He was wrong. Steve Rogers- in fact- was the reason the world had been saved from them. There was just no way they were back- and no way they’d been undermining and infecting SHIELD- the organization you worked for… that your team worked for- that had brought all of you together- that knew everything about you- 

There was no way they were back… back and trying to get rid of every last one of you… that couldn’t be… right? 

Except in his eyes you saw the truth. And the darkness in his heart spoke of everything else. So instead of denying it, or fighting with him about it, or asking him to verify... You only heard yourself make one noise. 

“Oh.” 

Oh. 

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After Natasha regained consciousness, there was a little roundtable discussion about where the hell the three of you could go to lie low. Kind of hard to do, considering who you all were. And even harder to do when you couldn’t go back to any of your known locales. But- thankfully, Steve seemed to have an idea. The only problem was, it was back in DC. That was quite a long walk. And you weren’t really confident in the suit’s capabilities right now- or how subtle you could be if you were, say, carrying Natasha in your arms and… Steve on your back? A hilarious mental image. Luckily, Nat was able to finesse a car which the three of you then agreed you would dump a mile out from where you were headed. Not a good idea to bring a stolen car to a hideout. It’d get reported eventually. 

Time was blurring together. You had nodded off in the backseat of the car before arriving to your one-mile-walk destination. And by the time the two of them had roused you, the sun only just starting to rise. New day? What day was it even anymore? Did it matter? Who knew? Your brain was still overloaded by the fact that fucking Hydra had been shadowing your every move for who knew how long. The only solace you found was that Nick had died for this- not that he was dead, you took no joy in this. But that in finding it out, they had silenced him. Put an end to him. Which meant that… at least he had been on your side the whole time. The right side. That was… something. 

The house you were walking up to was apparently a friend of Steve’s- someone Nat seemed to vouch for, even though self-admitted she’d only seen him one time. Someone he’d met in his short time in DC but seemed to trust very much. There was no point in questioning his judgment- not that you did. But no one else had any good suggestions. A true testament to… how small your collective networks were. Or at least the people you’d either trust or not want to put in harm’s way. Aside that, after this whole debacle. Maybe it was true that the lot of you were terrible judges of character. 

But… then again… you and Pierce had not gotten along since the moment you’d met. Brief as your time knowing him had been. And you’d never much liked the STRIKE team, for that matter. Or Rumlow. ...okay, now you were just trying to put yourself up on a pedestal. And try to re-think about all the people you didn’t like, so that you could weed them out. You wondered if more government officials were Hydra. They must be. Ellis? You wondered. You didn’t loathe him. He was just annoying. And needy. But there were a fair few others… 

Too in your head you missed the side door opening to the house the three of you had sneaked up to,a strong young man looked down at the three of you. Concerned. Puzzled. “Hey, man…” Sam Wilson was his name. Ex-military. About as much as Steve had told you. Steve gave him a weak look. “I’m sorry about this. We need a place to lie low.” Natasha helpfully added, “Everyone we know is trying to kill us.” Sam pressed his lips together before standing aside. “Not everyone.” Steve was the first to go in, and you let Nat follow in, leaving you heading up the back. After the three of you were in, Sam closed the door and shut the blinds behind you. As you were about to speak up, he pointed down the hall. “You guys look pretty rough. Bathroom’s down that way.” Nat breathed a sigh of relief. “Mind if I take a shower?” “Not at all.” Sam crossed his arms, leaning back against his kitchen counter. The both of you watched as both she and Steve disappeared down the hall, leaving you and Sam awkwardly alone. Turning to him you held a hand out. “I should introduce myself-” “Like I don’t know who you are.” Though he didn’t shake your hand, he wasn’t speaking callously, a little quirk of a grin on his lips. “Even before all this aliens-and-superheroes stuff…” 

You gave an uneasy smile back. “Steve did say you were ex-military.” “He did, huh.” Having your hand out too long, you withdrew it. “You look nervous.” Something he seemed to be taking joy in, though not maliciously so. 

“Yeah, well… ex-military means a lot of things. And a lot of them might not be good, considering…” “Considering your company was on the supplying end of hot ticket wars for a long while.” He was grilling you, that much you were sure of. 

“Hey. To be fair. I wasn’t running the company at that time.” 

“Just doing all the talking for them. You know- not that you would remember- but I stood in one of those military greeting lines one time. When you and Tony Stark and Lieutenant Colonel Rhodes came off a plane worth more money than I’ll ever make in a lifetime. Saluting like you were royalty.” 

You couldn’t be sure if it would be more advantageous to let him make you sweat. If that would make him feel better. “It’s Colonel Rhodes, these days.” At that his smile seemed more genuine. “Yeah. I imagine it would be.” There was a small silence, before he leveled a more serious look his way. “You responsible for the Stark Military Family Fund that came outta all that mess?” 

“It has his name on it. Why would you think that was my bright idea?” Feeling a little more at ease. If only a touch. 

“No offense to a self-proclaimed genius, but you seem to be the brains behind that operation. Didn’t you run the Firefighter fund? Same tree. Call it a hunch.” 

Your smile was almost a little relieved, at being able to give Tony credit for something. Even in its ugliness. “Different branch. That one was all Tony. After he came back and shut everything down… he wanted to start paying the back dues on Stark Industries’ mistakes. That was one of the big ones.” Haunted by a lot of things he’d seen over there. The deaths of the soldiers that had tried to protect him, fighting in a war that had- as Sam had so eloquently put it- been funded by the very same man. ...more than anyone knew. Though not all of that was his fault. 

Sam nodded a few times over, eyes dropping. “He likes to talk you up in a lot of interviews. Gave you a lot of credit for wanting to get out early. Any of that stuff true?” 

“You seem to follow a lot of this stuff.” 

“My circle is a little self-explanatory and small. And I hear a lot of this stuff. Whether I want to or not. Mind answering me?” He looked up again, leveling a much more serious look your way. Looking for the truth of a matter he cared little about- until she literally rolled up into his house. With a man he seemed to be friends with. 

Good reason to care about all of it, very suddenly. 

So you answered. Honestly and easily as you looked back at him, not shying from his gaze. “While I’d never ask him to stop singing my good praises, that stuff is actually true. I think I had it in my head when I was a lot younger that I was doing something good for the world, by getting hired at Stark Industries. That I could talk Tony Stark out of the weapons business. I tried. A lot. But… in the end, the only person who could talk Tony out of anything was… Tony.” 

It was weird and almost a little difficult, remembering all that. But you’d never actually spoken this version of events to anyone before. It was a little cathartic to get it all out. 

There was another long pause, as he seemed to be trying to look through you. To ascertain whether or not you were telling the truth. Or at least if he thought you were. But. Finally. You were rewarded as he edged off the counter and held out his hand to you. So you put yours in his, giving him a firm shake. Then he smiled. “But I bet you had a lot of I-told-you-so’s in your back pocket. Sam Wilson, by the way. Nice to meet you.” 

“One or two. Or twenty.” Grinning back at him. “Thank you, for your service. And sorry they made you do one of those red-carpet salutes. I always hated that shit.” 

Finally you got a laugh out of him and he let go of your hand, turning to open the fridge. “Yeah. Well. Thank you for yours.” The sentiment struck you in a weird place. You wanted to rebuff him. The Avengers part of your life… that wasn’t service. Not like the military. You’d seen horrors, but he’d seen worse, you were sure. And- “You any good with a waffle iron?” 

He cut off your suddenly frantic thoughts. A very good thing, as your heart had started going double-time. Not something you could ponder over right now. Your reaction to such a thing. “Waffles aren’t my forte but I’ve recently picked up some very good omelet skills recently.” 

Turning back to you, he handed you a carton of eggs. “Well. Get to earning your keep.” 

“They’ll be worth at least a month’s rent, I think. Maybe two, if you have peppers.” 

 “So. Why do you guys need to lay low?” “Government is kind of framing us for murder.”

 He stood stock still for a long while as you went over to the oven. When you finally looked over at him he glanced back. And had the look of a man who just realized he may have made a huge mistake. “Well alright then.”

[justasmisunderstoodasloki]

The internship| P.P| Teaser/ prologue

I couldn’t believe my eyes. I came home to see Tony Stark standing in front of my front door. There are so many thoughts going through my head and he’s smiling at me? 

“Hi, miss y/n?” “I, yes, I am. Hi, uhm… sir- mister Stark, what are you doing here?” How does he know who I am? “Are your parents home?” “No” “Let’s talk inside” I nod and I unlock the door. I hesitantly stepped away to let him go inside and closed the door as soon as I stepped in. You asked him if he wanted something to drink and you made him his drink. 

“So, why are you here?” you ask again. Stark again avoids your question and walks up to your dining table. “You made this?” He asks while pointing at your prototype jetpack. “Yes, it’s a prototype I’ve been working on for school. Need to change a few things.” “Hm… it looks good. familiar.” He continues to study your jetpack. “You know who I am?” Tony suddenly asks. “Yes, you’re Tony Stark, Iron Man…” You say and mutter under your breath “…genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist.” And you instantly regret it, because of his facial expression you know he'd heard it. “Then you obviously know that I’m not stupid.” You give him a questioning look. “Then you also know the Avengers, right?” You nod.  “And can you tell me how you came up with the design?” He asks at last.  

He knows. Of course, how could I not see this coming?! I am in so much trouble right now. He probably already told a lot of important people and now he will tell my parents too! Oh god, what should I do? What should I say?

“How did you get in?” “What?” I say confused. “How did you get into the system? A highly secured system that I created and I made sure no one could hack into it. So how did you do it?”

You had no choice but to tell him. You always have been good with IT. You found out you were actually really good when you accidentally hacked into a small government system without being noticed. You’d never use this to do bad things, but you also wanted to help people, thus you made sure you were invisible enough to roam freely around in the system. It started with Shield after Hydra came out of the shadows and secured their system and got rid of the Hydra connexions in the system. And eventually you were able to hack into the Avengers system. You’ve always knew the Avengers were the good ones, but with everybody telling different stories you made sure they were still doing good things. You sometimes even left small subtle notes, so they would reconsider the opportunities, the consequences and their choices.

“A couple months ago, I needed some inspiration for an school assignment and I wanted to do something different and decided to make some kind of jetpack and therefor I needed the blueprints of Mr. Wilson’s jetpack.”

You’re still standing by the dinner table. Nervous, visually shaking and ashamed, not knowing what’s going to happen. You look down at your feet while fiddling with your hands. Tony noticed your behaviour and puts his hand on your arm to bring you back out of your thoughts.

“I’m in trouble, aren’t?” you ask still staring at your feet. “Have a seat.” Tony says while leading you to the couch. “You’re not in trouble, not at all. In fact I want to offer you a job.” This made you look at him. “Now, I see that you’re confused, so let me explain. You a minor, who hacked into a system just to protect it, who also hacked into a highly secured system and left small notes for us. You’ve helped us and now I want to do the same for you. What do you say, we start with an internship and see where it goes?”

Okay… wait, what just happened? Did I really just get a job offered for hacking into their system? Wow, okay. That’s cool. I’m cool with it. Yep, totally cool with it, not even freaking out right now. I do need to respond, I’ve quiet for some time now. Oh and he’s looking at me. Shit, what should I say?

“That sounds really good.”

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masterlist

Here it is, the teaser/ prologue for my new series ‘The internship’, i hope you liked it. I don’t know when i will post the first chapter, i’m not fast writer. I’m also planning on keeping it a short series, because this is my first series. And if you want to be tagged let me know. Feedback is very much appreciated  

The internship taglist: @orchideax @dark-night-sky-99

[scruffandyarn]

That One Time Scruff Wrote an Avengers Fic (part 2)

If you’re reading this on Wednesday, August 22, that means I set the schedule thingy right!

Woo

Anyway, here’s the second part of this fic that I’m way too invested in for it to be healthy.

That One Time Masterlist

Bucky x enhanced!female!reader

Warnings: profanity, mentions of medication (including antipsychotic medication)

Thanks, as always, to these wonderful human beans:  @siriuspiggyback (you are the absolute best) @fangirl-library (you kick-ass, wonderful person) @written-loki-imagines (thank you for your fantastical support)  @bkwrm523 (where would I be without you in my life) @thejamesoldier (you’re amazing and deserve every good thing) @samingtonwilson (you’re super duper awesome) @invisibleanonymousmonsters (thank you so much for all your inspiration) @feelmyroarrrr (this is all your fault, still love you)

Word count: 2223

The flight to New York had been fairly uneventful.  The pilot hadn’t said much other than identifying as S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent Lee and giving you flight updates as the plane got closer to landing.  He gave off no vibes that would cause any alarm, this was probably just a routine procedure for him.  That had left you and Pepper more time to talk--or rather, more time for you to listen as she talked about her fiance and the people he worked with.  

While the idea of being in a building with one of the Avengers may have slightly terrified you, the love Pepper held for the man in question was so genuine that it helped in calming your nerves some.

The real trouble began as soon as you actually met Tony Stark.  Pepper had introduced you after a very chaste kiss.  One you sensed was nowhere near long enough for the man, if the lustful vibes you were picking up from him were any indication.  Those faded the moment he looked at you, his eyes immediately lighting up.

“So you’re the one Pepper’s been telling me about.”

You glanced over at Pepper but she only smiled.  “Uh...sure?”  A moment later, both of his hands were on your shoulders.

“Pepper’s told me all about what a help you are to her, and I can’t thank you enough for that.”  He finally released you and took Pepper’s hand in his.  “C’mon, everybody will be happy to see you’re back.” He began to lead her down the hall.

The relief you felt when he’d let you go was gone in an instant.  “Everybody?”

The worried look Pepper shot you over her shoulder let you know she hadn’t known about this until he’d spoken.

“You, too!” Tony shouted back at you.

Closing your eyes, you opened your bag and rummaged through until you found your pain meds.   You grabbed two of them in your fingers, popped both of them in your mouth and swallowed them dry.  Grimacing, you reluctantly followed after.

Riding in the elevator, Pepper kept shooting you looks, trying to gauge your level of comfort.  After a few moments of mindless chatter from Tony, he seemed to pick up your distress as well.

“Are you okay?”

You forced a smile to your face.  “Sure.  I’m good.  Just a bit jet-lagged.” You shrugged weakly.

“Maybe I should get her set up in a room before you introduce her to everyone.”  You hadn’t given Pepper the signal, but she knew.  Bless her.

“It’ll just be a quick ‘hello’ and then she’s free to nap as long as she wants.”

“Tony--”

“It’s fine, Pepper.” You really needed off this elevator or you were going to be overwhelmed by the intensity of the emotions you were picking up.  Closed in spaces with other people were not your friend.

She put her hand on your shoulder.  “You sure?”

“Yeah.  Let’s just get this out of the way and then I can sleep.”

Eight new faces greeted you after the three of you stepped off the elevator.  Eight wasn’t so bad, right?  Except these people were heroes, superheroes even.  They saved the world.  They were on the news and got asked for autographs.  

What the fuck had you gotten yourself into?

.

Tony introduced you before rattling off the names of his present team members.  Clint, Bruce, Natasha, Steve, Sam, Bucky, Thor, and Loki.

“Loki’s an Avenger?” You looked over at Tony and Pepper, confusion on your face as plain as day.  Pepper had her eyebrow cocked--apparently, she was just as confused as you were.

“No. He’s here so Thor can keep an eye on him.  But I promise, he’s had all his powers stripped and he’s perfectly harmless.”

Without even thinking, you reached up to scratch your nose.

“Why are you lying, Tony?” Pepper whirled on him.  “What are you not saying?”

“Well, I mean, he is still the God of Mischief, so I’m sure he’s got some tricks up his sleeve.”

You scratched your nose again.

“Tony, what are you planning?” Pepper glared.

Tony looked past you and Pepper to his teammates, and you could feel his hope start to dwindle.  He’d been thinking one of them would jump in and bail him out, but their silence meant he was on his own.

“Fine. He has been stripped of his power by Odin and he is under Thor’s watch, but he has to work with us in order to earn back his powers.  He’s kind of...a...temporary Avenger.” Tony shrugged helplessly.

This time, you scratched your chin.

“Thank you.  We’ll talk about why you felt the need to lie to me about that later.” Pepper took your elbow to lead you out of the room.  “Right now, I promised--”

“How did you do that?” Clint cut Pepper off and stared at you.  Natasha just elbowed him and rolled her eyes.

“Do what?” You could feel your blood pressure rising at the sudden level of distrust.  Maybe you should have taken that third pill.  

“With the…” he scratched his nose and then his chin.  “You knew when Tony was lying.”

You supposed you shouldn’t have been surprised--you were in a room full of spies and assassins and soldiers, for fucks sake.  Quickly, you looked over at Pepper with a deer-in-the-headlights expression on your face.  You were too scared to twist your wrist right now--clearly, what worked in business meetings was not subtle enough to slip past this group.

“Oh, I get it!  False,” he signed the word, “and the chin is true.” He showed the sign for that word as well.

“Great, but that doesn’t explain how she knew Tony wasn’t being honest,” Steve pointed out.

“I think it’s time I showed you to your room.  We have a conference call later and I need her rested.” Pepper tried, once again, to guide you out.

Unfortunately, Tony jumped in front of her.  “No way, Pepper.  If I’m supposed to trust that you’re safe with her, she needs to start talking.  Now.”

Yeah, you definitely should have taken that third pill.  Maybe even a fourth.  The uneasiness and tension filling the room was suffocating.  You really needed out of here before you collapsed from the pain that was growing in your skull.

“I said I would get you out of here, and I will,” Pepper began gently.  She put her hands on your shoulders to keep your focus on her...well, as much as you could, anyway. “But you’re safe here.  If you want to share with everyone, it would stay in this room.  In fact, some of them might be able to help with your headaches.”

“Really?” You couldn’t believe it.  A light at the end of the damn tunnel?  A way for you to get through life without having to take a handful of pills every day?  

You looked around at all the faces staring at you.  It was like every one of them was screaming at you, but no one’s mouth was moving.  You noticed the edges of your vision were starting to blur.  How were these people so much louder than everyone else?

“Later?” Your knees were starting to shake.

“When did you last take your meds?”

“Um…” Your tongue felt heavy in your mouth.  Everyone’s faces were closing in on you.

“Alright, everyone, I need you all to take several steps back.”  No one moved at Pepper’s order.  “Now!”

You felt, more than saw, when everyone reluctantly moved back.  The space allowed your head to clear slightly.  Finally, your tongue started cooperating.  “Um...I took two before we came up here.”

“Sweetheart, you know it takes at least a half hour for it to take effect.”

“I thought...I thought we were only meeting Tony.  One person is never this bad.”  You closed your eyes.  “Ten people yelling at me all at once…”

“How about you and I sit for a bit and wait for the medicine to kick in?  Then, when you’re ready--if you’re ready, you can let everyone know what’s going on.  Does that sound alright?”

“Please.”

Slowly, she walked you over to a couch and the two of you sat.  Well, she sat.  You kind of collapsed.  You’d have been embarrassed beyond words at how you must appear if your head didn’t feel like it was on fire.

“Can someone get a glass of water?” Pepper addressed the group before turning back to you.  “I need you to take at least one more of your pills.  Maybe two.  Okay?”

“Yeah.”

You felt Pepper reach into your bag and pull out your pills.  A minute or so later, she pressed two into your mouth and held a glass of water to your lips.  With a taxing amount of effort, you were finally able to swallow the pills.

“Why is she taking Clozapine?” More rattling.  “And codeine.  And atenolol.  What the hell is going on?”

Shit, she must have taken out all the bottles.

“Seriously, Tony? She can’t have any privacy?” The rattling sounds let you know Pepper had snatched the bottles back from him.

“Clozapine is an antipsychotic drug, Pepper!  You really expect me to trust her with you?”

“If nothing else, I’d expect you to trust my judgement,” she snapped back.

“Please,” you pushed yourself into a sitting position.  “Ugh.” Your brain let you know it was unhappy with your movement.  “Please don’t fight.  I--I promise, I will tell you.  I just need a minute.”  

You took the glass from Pepper’s offering hand and began to sip slowly.  All eyes in the room were on you, but you tried to focus on the feel of the water sliding down your throat.  After finishing the last of it, you were grateful to find that the pills had started to take the edge off your pain.

“Offer still stands, I can take you out of here, right now, if you want.”  

Thank god for Pepper.

“It’ll only cause problems later.” You flashed her a weak smile before turning to look Tony in the eye.  “Okay, so, the reason I knew you were lying is because I can...read people...I guess?  I don’t know the official word for it, but I can tell what people are feeling, when people are lying, those kind of things. I can’t change how anyone is feeling, but I know what they feel.”

You sucked in a deep breath.

“And the reason for the Clozapine is because sometimes, especially around larger groups of people or if I’m around a particular feeling for an extended period of time, their emotions become my emotions.  At those times, I don’t know how to separate my feelings from those I’m picking up from others.  The Clozapine helps.  The other two are for the accompanying pain.”

“So you’re an empath.” Bruce chimed in.

“I guess?”

“What happened to make you an empath?”

“Um...I’m pretty sure I was born this way.  I mean, I’ve been able to do this as long as I can remember.” Although, there were plenty of times you wished you could forget.

“Then you’re a mutant.”

You shrugged.  You kind of disliked that word.  At least when it was used by people who weren’t mutants.  Any time you’d heard it used by a normal human, it had always been said with distaste and you’d always been able to sense an underlying fear.

But...given what you knew about Dr. Bruce Banner, maybe he did mean it as harmlessly as his tone indicated.  He wasn’t exactly a normal human...at least, not anymore.

“So, what am I thinking right now?” Tony challenged.

You shook your head before looking back at Tony.  “That’s not...I’m not a mind reader or telepath or whatever.  I pick up feelings and emotions.  I can’t tell what you’re thinking, but I can tell you’re feeling a lot of skepticism, probably because you don’t believe me.  But there’s also some interest and excitement that I’m getting now.”

You could tell he was trying to fight a smile.

“Tony’s pretty easy to read, even without being an empath.” Natasha muttered.

“What’s she feeling? Tony prompted.

“Is that okay?”  You didn’t want to be on her shit list if she got pissed at you for revealing her emotions.

“Uh, sure.”  Her poker face game was stronger than you’d ever seen on anyone.

“You’re bored.  And you’re kinda irritated.  And I’m picking up some wistfulness.  Was there something you wanted to do other than this?”

She huffed a little.  “I have a date to get ready for.”

“Well, I’m pretty sure these guys have got it covered if I’m not on the level.” You smiled.  “It was nice meeting you.”

“Same.” She nodded before leaving the room.

You looked up at Tony.  “Do you believe me now?”

“What’s everyone else feeling?”

Your smile fell.  “Tony, even though I don’t know how to shut it off, revealing how people are feeling is kinda an invasion of privacy.  They may not want you to know what they’re feeling.”

“You never asked me!”

“That’s because you asked me.”  What Pepper saw in this guy, you were beginning to question.  He was exasperating.  “I don’t really like doing things like this.  Something always goes wrong.”

“C’mon.  No one else cares, right?” He looked at the others in the room.  “Right?”

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Shall We Begin

Masterlist Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Summary: As a SHIELD agent your work alongside the Avengers means you and Bucky start to get to know each other but then one day you are ordered to go under cover away from him. When the mission goes wrong, the Avengers are called in for a rescue.

Warnings: Reference to torture/ some bad language

A/N: I’m loving the positive feedback I’m still getting about this - thank you all so much!

“Say what now?” Sam asked when Fury relayed the plan to them.

“You heard me,” Fury said, looking evenly at Sam.

“So, we're supposed to put our faith in the man who basically creates havoc as a way of life?” Steve asked calmly.

“Still my brother...” Thor pointed out.

“Still an ass-hat,” Clint retorted. Thor opened his mouth to contradict him but then spotted you and Bucky and closed it again.

You had been one of the last to walk in, your eyes puffy from lack of sleep, dressed in Bucky's shirt still. You had paused as you spotted him already standing at the table, back to you and you had notice him stiffen as if he had sensed you. Steve had given you a weak smile and Wanda goaded you inside by placing her hand on the small of your back. Throughout Fury's debriefing you had been darting glances up at Bucky, but he had stared resolutely at the 3D electronic map in front of them, seeming to hang off Fury's every word.

“The quinjets leave in half hour, I suggest y'all suit up,” Fury said, definitely giving an order despite the tone. Bucky turned and left, Steve hot on his heels, shooting you another glance. You sighed and hung your head, making to follow them when Fury called out your name.

“Sir?” you asked, turning towards him. He motioned for Wanda to leave, she had been hanging around to wait for you but now she walked out, shutting the door behind her and leaving you alone with the Director.

“I'm just guessing here, but I'm pretty sure you didn't hear a single word of that...” he leaned against the edge of the map table and stared you down.

“I'm sorry, sir,” you admitted, putting your hands on the same table to steady yourself.

“Sympathetic as I am to your troubles,” Fury began, his tone only fractionally softer than usual, “I can't have one of my best in danger, or endangering the rest of the team. I want you to sit this one out.” Your head snapped up and you stared at him. “I'm serious.”

“No, you can't!” you protested. “I have to go.”

“You're in no fit state...”

“I am!” you cried, interrupting him. He narrowed his eyes but you ignored it, too panicked now to care. “You can't leave me behind, I'm as much a part of that team as everybody else. I can't be the only one here. I'll control this, you know I can. Just don't leave me here, where I'm powerless.” Your voice broke on the last word and a flicker of sympathy crossed his face.

“That's exactly what I needed you to say,” he said. Your eyes widened. “I needed you to want to fight for this, because I'm going to have to put you in danger the most.” With a deep breath, he divulged his and Loki's plan to you.

Steve and Bucky strode into the hangar, Nat and Clint following close behind, suited up and ready for action. Bucky felt the familiar surge of adrenaline begin, the sensation that always came with the expectation of action. As the Winter Soldier he had revelled in it, but as Bucky Barnes, he simply used it. His sharp eyes picked up Loki standing at the far end of the hangar, next to one of the two quinjets, equally dressed for the occasion in his black and green leather battle gear. Thor, looking impressive as usual, stood beside him. Bucky faltered and Steve, following his gaze, cursed.

“What is he doing here?” he muttered, glancing over to his friend who was doing his best not to visibly bristle.

“He's the bait,” Nat said simply. She had questioned you after you left the briefing room and you had told her everything. She wasn't too happy about the plan, because it placed you in danger, but she saw the sense of it. “Don't worry, he won't be riding with you.” She pointed Bucky and Steve in the direction of the nearer of the two quinjets and they parted ways. A few moments later, you came in, flanked by Wanda, Bruce and Sam, finally getting to put your suit to good use. You had underestimated the feeling of confidence it gave you, being outfitted properly and striding across the hanger with the rest of the Avengers. If it wasn't for recent events, this moment would have been pretty damned awesome.

You didn't spot Bucky as you strode deliberately past Loki and Thor and into the jet, but he saw you. He also saw the god of mischief boarding after you like a sucker punch to the gut. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply, thinking it was for the best that you were on separate transports. At least that way he didn't have to see the two of you together. Sitting down next to Steve, he buckled himself in and started to focus on the mission, using one of the few good things about his Hydra training to clear thoughts of you from his mind, mostly successfully. There was still a small part of him, though, that would always be occupied by you, no matter how much he tried to suppress it. You just weren't going to be that easy to push aside.

A memory sprang unbidden to his mind and made his heart sting. It was of you, the first time he properly saw you, the first time he realised he could care about you.

It was a normal day in the bunker. He and Steve had been training as usual, and they were off to the breakout area to get a post-training coffee, as usual. Halfway there, Steve realised he had left his jacket in the training area, having been too warm from the showers to wear it. He jogged back off to get it and Bucky walked on ahead alone.

As he approached the breakout area, he heard someone singing. It was a woman's voice, soft and slow, almost heartbreakingly sad. Peeking around the doorway so as not to disturb whoever it was, he saw you.

You stood in front of the coffee machine, with your back to him, going through the motions of making a drink. Your voice drifted to him once more, clear and beautiful, singing a slow, mournful version of a rock song he had heard once or twice coming from Tony's lab.

“She's got eyes of the bluest skies, as if they thought of rain. I'd hate to look into those eyes and see and ounce of pain. Her hair reminds me of a warm safe place where as a child I'd hide, and pray for the thunder and the rain to quietly pass me by.”

He leaned against the doorway, watching you. He couldn't see your face but he recognised your figure from seeing you around, you had only recently been brought in from one of the other outposts overseas and were working with the geeky Scottish kid and his pretty British friend down in the labs, running errands for them whenever they needed things done. But you had always seemed so chirpy. There was something very sad about you now. He moved forward but miscalculated and his metal arm scraped along the door as he pushed himself off, causing you to spin around in shock.

You had been crying, your eyes were red and there were subtle tracks in your foundation, but you looked oddly dignified. They were silent tears, the ones that only true, deep grief gave you and he felt a tug on his heart just looking at you.

“I'm sorry,” he said, holding his hands up. “I didn't meant to scare you.” You turned hastily away and rubbed at your face in a desperate attempt to hide the tear marks.

“It's okay,” you said softly. “I didn't hear you come in.”

“Are you okay?” he asked, walking towards you. You turned and looked up at him and his breath caught. How had he not noticed how beautiful you were?

“Yeah,” you breathed, hardly believing your luck that Bucky Barnes, the most attractive man you had ever seen, was standing here talking to you. Your stomach was in knots, and your inner geek was doing backflips. You had bought all the Captain America comics growing up and your trading card collection almost rivalled Coulson's... almost. But Bucky had always held your heart more than Cap. He was the selfless best friend, the side-kick who had sacrificed his life, only to be taken and warped by Hydra into their toy and used against the man he loved like a brother. Now he was back and standing in front of you, you could barely breathe.

“Sure?” Bucky asked. He reached up and smoothed a bit of your cheek where the foundation had smudge badly from your rubbing, blending it back in to your skin. The gesture made your heart stop for a moment but his next words made you come crashing back to earth. “What were you singing? It was really nice.”

“Oh,” you stepped back and looked away, unable to meet his gaze. “It's an old rock song, my dad used to sing it to me as a kid to help me sleep. He...” you took a deep breath. “He passed away a couple of months ago. It should have been his birthday today. I just needed to sing it, to remember, you know?” Why were you telling him this? He wouldn't care, would he? But he did, he was touched that you opened up to him.

“I'm sorry,” he said softly, resisting the urge to wrap you in a hug. “You must miss him a lot.”

“Every day, but I know he'd be so proud of me, and I wear this to remember him.” You held up your left hand and showed him a steel ring with a Celtic designed wrought in a continuous loop around the band. “It was his, it keeps him with me.”

“Wish I had something like that to remember my parents by,” Bucky said honestly, questioning his honesty the second the words left his mouth. It was worth it, though, from the look of sympathy you gave him.

“Want a coffee?” you asked, motioning to the machine behind you. “We can sit and talk if you'd like, I want to hear about your parents, if you'll tell me?”

“Only if you'll tell me about your dad?” Bucky countered.

“Deal,” you agreed and Bucky took a seat as you made him the first of many great coffees, starting a routine that would make him smile each morning upon waking, and each night before bed. He had never told you, but that very same day he went and borrowed Tony's Guns'n'Roses albums. You never told him, but you had walked past his door to hear the music playing from inside.

“You gonna be okay, buddy?” Steve asked softly, studying his friend's face. Bucky nodded, he knew what he had to do.

“Steve,” he said after a moment, his voice steady and certain for the first time in what felt like days. “If we survive this, I'm going to fight for her.”

@hillywooddestiel @imaginecrushes @thebookisbtr @fandomlover03 @rosep16 @marassberry @capandbuck @fangirllover2000 @diinofayce @characterxreader @steverogersbish

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off the rack #1235

Monday, November 5, 2018

 I schlepped my giant laptop to Comet Comics new location last week to write these reviews. Otherwise there would have only been two titles that had any rack copies for me to borrow. My thanks to Becky and Ryan for giving me permission to read their subscription service comics.

 Penny and I had a daylight savings time oopsie moment Sunday morning when we went to the Carleton Tavern for breakfast. Sam is always there early and we usually are among his first customers at 9 AM when he officially opens. We hadn't changed the time in the car and thought that it was really deserted when we got there. It's usually hopping at 10 AM but our server pointed out our boo-boo and boy did I feel like a goof. I would like to see the twice a year time adjustments go the way of the Dodo bird.

 West Coast Avengers #3/LGY #105 - Kelly Thompson (writer) Stefano Caselli (art) Triona Farrell (colours) VC's Joe Caramagna (letters). Spider-Gwen is my favourite team member right now. The fight with B.R.O.D.O.K. escalates with more giant mutated women stomping around L.A. The good news is Tigra is now on the side of the good guys. The bad news is Kate got zapped by B.R.O.D.O.K. I love all the dialogue and team members interacting.

 Iron Man #5/LGY #605 - Dan Slott (writer) Max Dunbar & Gang Hyuk Lim (art) Dono Sanchez Almara (colours) VC's Joe Caramagna (letters). Self Made Man part 5. Remember Arno Stark? I didn't. He's Tony's brother. This issue features his return and he's a piece of work. This genius makes Spock look like he's emotionally unstable. Arno teams up with someone who has already caused Tony problems so the future should be quite interesting.

 Extermination #4 - Ed Brisson (writer) Pepe Larraz (pencils) Dexter Vines (inks) Erick Arciniega (colours) VC's Joe Sabino (letters). This is where we find out why Ahab is trying to kill the young X-Men from the past and how young Cable is trying to save everybody. I knew newbie Nathan was a good guy. It's too bad the good guys run out of time when Ahab's harpoon finds its target. You may notice a subtle change in the art as Pepe's pencils are inked by someone else.

 Hex Wives #1 - Ben Blacker (writer) Mirka Andolfo (art) Marissa Louise (colours) Josh Reed (letters). This new Vertigo series is about  a coven of immortal witches and the men who are trying to exterminate them. We begin in 1692 with the introduction of the main witches and end the issue in the present (?) where they have been reincarnated, but are unaware of who they really are and their powers haven't manifested yet. The reason I've put a question mark on the present is because it looks more like the 1960s with the way the women are dressed. That bit of confusion was enough to turn me off so I won't be reading any more.

 Marvel Two-In-One #11/LGY #111 - Chip Zdarsky (writer) Ramon K. Perez (art) Frederico Blee (colours) VC's Joe Caramagna (letters). The reunion of Ben and Reed starts to fill in the blanks for us fans as to what the rest of Fantastic Four Family was up to after they left Ben and Johnny to go exploring. I don't think any other writer has impressed me as much as Chip has with how Reed is being portrayed. Just reading Reed's dialogue makes me smarter. We also meet a new version of Doctor Doom and I like him.

 Old Man Hawkeye #10 - Ethan Sacks (writer) Marco Checchetto (art) Andres Mossa (colours) VC's Joe Caramagna (letters). An Eye for an Eye part 10.  The Hawkeyes cross the border into Canada in Clint's search for more Thunderbolts targets. This time it's the treacherous Moonstone. Meanwhile good old Bullseye is still hot on Clint's trail. The super big bad guy has finally gotten what he wants and that could mean trouble for our hero. I love this alternate future.

 Old Man Logan #50 - Ed Brisson (writer) Ibraim Roberson & Neil Edwards (art) Carlos Lopez (colours) VC's Cory Petit (letters). King of Nothing conclusion. So what did I miss since I stopped reading this book? A lot. I think the run ends here with Logan fighting Maestro, the evil Hulk from an alternate universe. Maestro has taken over the small town on Fort Wells in Canada and Logan aims to free the townsfolk from tyranny. I thought the bad guy was defeated way too easily and the last panel hinting that Old Man Logan dies was wimpy. Fans need not despair though. Dead Man Logan hits the racks in November.

 Deathstroke/Yogi Bear #1 - Frank Tieri (writer) Mark Texeira (art) Jeromy Cox (colours) Wes Abbott (letters). This $4.99 US one shot featuring DC and Hanna-Barbera characters is chock full of crazy cartoon silliness. Yogi hires Deathstroke to find a missing Boo Boo. As an incentive to buy the others in this series of crossovers there's part one of a Secret Squirrel story that continues in "Green Lantern/Huckleberry Hound #1".

 Heroes in Crisis #2 - Tom King (writer) Clay Mann (art pages 1-15, 19-22) Travis Moore (art pages 16-18) Tomeu Morey & Arif Prianto (colours) Clayton Cowles (letters). Harley is great in this story. I love how Tom King is writing her. I was happy to see Booster Gold bite the dust last issue but alas, Skeets shows up to revive him. Wondering who is killing the B-list heroes is keeping me interested.

 Jessica Jones: Blindspot Graphic Novel - Kelly Thompson (writer) Mattia De Iulis (art & colours chapters #1-5) Marcio Takara (art chapter 6) Rachelle Rosenberg (colours chapter 6) VC's Cory Petit (letters). No Netflix? No need for FOMO. I binged this 5-part mystery plus bonus birthday party story in one sitting and that's rare for me. As much as I like Michael Gaydos's work on Alias, I much prefer Mattia De Iulis's art in this twisty cold case. I really liked seeing Matt Murdock, Elsa Bloodstone and Spider-Man showing up in this story. Brian Michael Bendis made me a big Jessica Jones fan and I wasn't sure if Kelly Thompson could match Brian's take on Jess but I was very impressed with this story. Even if you've never read Alias or know nothing about Jessica Jones you should buy this book. It's that good.

[living-dead-parker]

Virgin - S.R

Summary: Steve loses his virginity (lowkey requested by @boutchie03 )

What I’m actually writing for Captain America??? This will probably be one of the few exceptions for him bc I’m not used to writing with him. I prefer writing Tony smut, but ngl I personally feel this was one of my better ones. 

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex (wrap ya willy), cussing. Totally ooc but idc and I know this is intense for one’s first time but oh well lmaooo, also shitty ending bc I didn’t know how to end it

Word Count: 2.8k 

Steve watches -hidden behind a newspaper- from his seat in the kitchen the way you joke around with Tony. The prolonged stares, the lingering touches, the way you laugh at his jokes like they're extremely funny. How he would kill to be in Tony's place. Making you laugh like that, having your fingers mess with the blonde strands on his head, making your lips curl up into the familiar smile he loves seeing plastered on your face. However, he knows it's wrong. For many reasons. One being that you're Tony's. He could never feel good about himself if he made someone cheat.

Another thing was the age. Hell, he's technically a hundred years old, despite looking like a twenty-something-year-old. Everybody thought your relationship with Tony was odd, despite the two of you denying any type of relationship. They're not dumb, they can all hear the screams from Tony's room, the banging and the creaking. In no way are the two subtle. Now if it was you and Steve, there'd be hell to pay. Everybody would be judging the hell out of the soldier. But it's not like you're barely an adult, you're in your mid-twenties. Old enough to make decisions about who you sleep with.

On top of that, Steve mainly sees you as a sexual person, not one for romance and love. Sure, he'd love to get you in bed, but he's a traditional man and he just knows you wouldn't marry him just to have sex. It's an idiotic thought, really. But he can't help but think it. Being a virgin for a hundred years isn't too ideal -but in Steve's defense, he's been stuck in ice for 70 of those years- and he knows a big reason why he wants to have sex with you is because he just wants to get it over with as well.

"Hey Steve!" you greet as you walk into the kitchen. Steve's eyes dart over to you quickly as he sets the newspaper down, giving you a smile and greeting you eagerly. A little too eagerly if you ask him. You walk over to the counter furthest from the entrance and grab two mugs from one of the cupboards above. You fill them both with some coffee, but you only grab one of the mugs and take it to the table with you. At the table, you take a seat next to Steve before grabbing the liquid creamer just a few feet away from you.

"Morning, Cap," Tony says as he walks into the kitchen a few seconds later, heading for the other mug. Steve looks up and greets Tony with a nod, offering nothing more after that. Steve looks down at the newspaper on the table and grabs it, lifting it up to pretend to be reading once more.

"Steve," you begin once Tony takes a seat at the table. Steve looks up from the newspaper, noticing Tony's eyes are on his StarkPad. Your eyes are fixed in Steve's direction, waiting for him to actually look at you. "Tony and I were thinking and we know you need a break from some of the missions. Maybe we can start sending others out more?"

Steve looks up at you, finally, after pretending to stare at the newspaper. His brows furrow and he looks surprised and confused by the proposition. The man never gets tired, how could he be tired of Avenging? "I'm sorry?" Steve asks as he looks between you and Tony.

"It's just- we think Bucky and Wanda haven't been pulling their weight much lately. It seems pointless to employ them if they're not even doing anything," you continue, eyeing the man carefully. His eyes squint into a glare, but it seems to be cast at Tony. "Wanda's last mission was two months ago and it was a short rescue mission that lasted an hour. Bucky hasn't been on a mission in four months. They've been training nonstop and they've expressed they're ready to go out. But you never send them."

"What about the Spider kid? He never goes on any missions?" Steve asks, feeling a bit defensive. Normally he wouldn't snap, but who are they to tell him how to run his team?

"He's just a kid, Steve. He does neighborhood patrols and that's that," you cut in and glare at Steve. Why is he being such a dick about it?

"Yeah, plus you're not the only person in the team. We still have Sam, Nat, and Bruce. Who all get very tired because they're still regular humans. You may have the super serum," Tony says before standing up and setting his mug down. "But they don't," he concludes before making a dramatic exit out of the kitchen. Steve rolls his eyes at the other man.

A huff escapes Steve's lips as he lifts his own mug and takes a sip of his coffee. His eyes scrunch up in disgust at the cold coffee. When he looks over at you, he notices the way you're bottom lip is tugged between your teeth. He gives you a look of pure confusion, not understanding why you're looking at him like that.

"Friday, lock the kitchen," you say. A quiet trill sound is made as metallic doors come shutting down from the top of each entrance to the kitchen. Steve looks around, his brows furrowing as he notices there's no escape. Not that he wants to, it's just a bit shocking to the man.

"W-what are you doing?" Steve asks as you approach him. Slowly, he steps back with every step you take forward. You smirk once he's up against the counter and you're standing in front of him. There's a significant height difference, which one would not find intimidating if they were looking at you, but this is Steve. He wants nothing more than to be able to feel you in ways that he knows only Tony gets to.

"Look, Cap. The team is getting a bad rep because people think we're hiding something with Bucky and Wanda. If we send them out, they'll see nothing fishy is going on. Just send them on more missions-"

"So this is a PR thing? Really?" Steve asks, his voice coming off with tons of shock and disdain. You roll your eyes as you rest a hand on his chest.

"Yeah, but it's more than that. They're just sitting ducks letting their skills go to waste. You know they're valuable assets to the team. They can help us do less damage. On top of that, world leaders are getting concerned again. We're just trying to protect Bucky and Wanda again from not getting detained or something. Just send them on missions and let people see that they're doing what they're supposed to. Tony and I can only hold them off for so long."

Steve shakes his head. You're not sure why he's so hesitant to send them on missions. They're the best at what they do and they always make it out safely. Sam is overworked, Bruce -as of lately- seems to be having trouble with the other guy, and Nat needs rest too. So why can't he alternate them out?

You don't bother moving from your position between Steve's legs and you find yourself moving closer towards him. You find your hips pushed up against his now and you can't help but to move your hands up to his shoulders. Steve looks down at you, eyes wide and his breath gets labored. What does he do now?

"We should proba-"

"I know you want to fuck me," you blurt out as Steve's hands move to your arms in an attempt to move you. He stops and looks at you, lips parted in shock but his eyes squinted in confusion.

"What?" he asks. You roll your eyes at his obliviousness.

"I see the way you look at me," you begin as your hands slide down to the hem of his grey shirt. His hands move down to your hips and he tugs his bottom lip between his teeth. "And I notice how you get nervous whenever you see me in little to no clothing. Tank tops should not make a man so nervous. Then I remember that you're a virgin and I remember how I used to tremble at seeing guys in just their underclothing when I was on the verge of losing my virginity," you admit.

Your hands slide up into his shirt, shuddering at the warmth of him. He pulls you flush against him and leans down to capture your lips in his. His lips are only slightly chapped but you ignore it, falling into the kiss. You grind your hips into his as you wrap your arms around his neck. A groan escapes his lips as he feels you continue to grind your hips into his. You feel a semi against your clothed core and a smirk begins to form on your lips as he continues to groan.

"Y/N wait," he says as he pulls away, pulling back from you. "What about Tony?" he asks, suddenly feeling guilty.

Through a chuckle, you ask, "what about Tony?"

"Well," Steve begins as he looks around. Anywhere but at you. "Aren't you two a thing?" he asks. His question causes you to giggle. Does he really think that? His eyes give it away though. He totally believes you are.

"Oh my god. No, we're not a thing, Steve. We're just fuck buddies if you will. Whenever he's lonely and I need a good fuck, he's there. But we're not together or anything. Strictly sexual, no strings attached," you explain. Steve looks so lost, making you giggle even more.

"Isn't it weird, though? Having sex without feelings?" Steve asks.

"Not really. I mean, sex with someone you love is amazing. But sometimes sex with someone you hate or someone you're friends with is even better. I don't associate sex with love all the time because sex isn't always the ultimate gesture of love," you tell him. Which it's not. It can be a gesture of love, but it's not the only one. Sometimes, you just need a good fuck without emotion. Just the physical need to cum.

"It just seems odd to me," Steve says as he looks down. You grab his chin and lift it up slightly.

"Look, if this isn't something you're comfortable doing, we don't have to do anything. We can just walk away and pretend none of this ever happened."

"I want to!" Steve cuts in, sounding desperate. He really does want to. "It's just, I'm used to the traditional way. Fall in love and wait until marriage. I mean, I don't want to wait till I find someone now, I just I really like you and- I don't know- I- I just don't know how to do any of this."

"Do you really want to do this?" you ask.

"Yes b-"

"Then follow my lead and if something is too much, let me know and I'll stop."

He nods as you lean in and press your lips to his once more. His facial hair scratches at your face but it doesn't bother you. Based on how Tony's feels when he's going down on you, you just know Steve's would feel even better. You moan at the thought, bringing your hips up against Steve's as you grind into him. He groans into your mouth, wanting more. His hands move down to your ass, pulling you flush against him; face to face, chest to chest, waist to waist. Your hands move to his shirt, pulling it up and revealing his very sculpted and toned chest. You practically drool at his abs, almost like your first time seeing them. He goes bashful as your lips move to his chest and down his abdomen until you reach his happy trail. You continue kissing the skin as you undo his jeans, pulling them down to reveal his hard-on through his boxers.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" you ask. Steve nods eagerly as his hands go down to your hair. You smirk up at him as you kneel down and pull his boxers down. One of your hands wraps around his cock, the other grabbing hold of his balls. You lick up a stripe from base to tip, swirling your tongue around his tip. His gasps fill the room as the sensation is overbearing. He's seen porn and he's jacked off, but none of it felt or looked as good as this. When he looks down, he sees you looking up at him through innocent eyes as you take his cock into your mouth, only taking in a few inches at a time.

"You like that?" you ask as you briefly pull him out of your mouth. You wrap your lips around his cock again, taking in more of him this time around. You're about halfway as you slowly inch more of him in. Steve throws his head back as he feels his cock hit the back of your throat. When he looks back down at you, he sees all of him in your mouth, tears pricking at your eyes. However, he can't seem to stop you, only wanting you to keep going.

"Fuck," you gasp when you pull his cock out of your mouth. He gives you a worried look but you ignore it, going back to having his cock in your mouth, only taking half of him as you bob your head back and forth, stroking the rest in your hand.

"Shit-" he gasps as his hands tangle in your hair. You moan against his cock, making him get one step closer. You stop, pulling away from his cock and stand up. His eyes follow as you remove your top. You remove your pants and stand closer to him as your arms wrap around his shoulders, pulling him into a rough kiss. His cock is pressed against your clothed pussy, aching as he waits for you to make another move. You remove your panties before switching spots and hopping on the counter.

"Come here," you tell him. He steps closer and watches as you grab his cock and line it up to your entrance. His eyes screw shut as he feels the entrance of your warm cunt around his cock. You scoot forward a bit, feeling him slowly fill you up more. "Steve, step closer. I want you to fill me up," you say through moans. Steve moves closer, wrapping your legs around him and pushing himself all the way in.

He practically growls as he feels how tight you feel against his cock. His hands move to your ass, gripping it tightly as you throw your head back. You grind your hips into his, making him moan into your ear.

"Oh, fuck-" you moan out loud. "Yes, Steve. Mm, right there," you continue as he begins to take charge, thrusting a bit harder. The sound of skin on skin fills the kitchen, gasps mixing in the air, and loud moans are screamed into each other's mouths.

Steve rests his head on your shoulder, feeling himself get closer with every thrust. You lean back on your hands, feeling it all as he goes full force. Sex with Tony is great, but sex with Steve might just be phenomenal. He seems to be brutal in force, but not unbearably painful. A sweet mix of pleasure and pain.

"Steve-" you moan breathlessly. Your breathing is labored and Steve's thrusts become slack. You can tell he's close and you might just be too. So as he continues hitting at every angle, one of your hands moves down to your clit, rubbing at it as Steve keeps pounding into you. "Oh my God, Steve. Fuck yes!" you scream as he pulls you closer to him. You feel so out of control of your own body, you go limp. Your head rests on Steve's shoulder as he continues going. Before you know it, you're coming on his cock with a loud scream. It almost feels like too much as he continues fucking you senseless.

With a loud moan, he cums inside you, his head collapsing on your shoulder as well. For this being his first time, he sure knew how to handle you and leave you speechless. He continues thrusting sloppily as the two of you ride out your highs.

"Is it odd I feel like a proud parent?" Tony asks Nat in a different room. The conference room to be exact. The two had been having a conversation about the next mission when they heard your familiar screams from the kitchen. Tony lead the way to the conference room, where he asked Friday for live footage from the kitchen. The two only caught the last two minutes of it all, but to say it left the two thirsty for more was an understatement.

"Who would've thought those two would break each other," Nat adds as she watches from next to Tony.

"At least Cap's not a virgin anymore."

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Surprising no one, I have some Fucking Thoughts about Infinity War:

(I don’t know if it actually is, but this FEELS like the longest post I’ve ever written. And that is impressive because I am a long winded motherfucker on a good day and because it’s literally ALL negative)

So first off, I Did Not Enjoy this movie. For my complete list of things I DID like, read this very short post instead. If you enjoyed the movie and don’t want to read somebody absolutely slamming it, you should probably leave now.

Secondly, if you don’t want spoilers I’m not sure why you clicked the readmore, but you’ve now been warned: 

SPOILERS past this point!!!!!!!

I disliked this movie so much that I need to break down the varying ways I disliked it into fucking sections. So starting right off:

I find shock value character death to be cheap and lazy.

And boy did they go hard on the shock value character death. Boy, oh boy. BOY oh boy, did they ever. That was pretty much the entire movie.

If you can’t make the stakes feel high without death, you’re a bad writer. If death is the only card you know how to play, you’re a bad writer. 

I was expecting the characters who’s actor’s contracts are up to get killed off as a cheap and lazy way of explaining why they’re leaving. I was instead handed a movie in which literally everyone ELSE died for even cheaper and lazier shock value reasons that are almost certainly going to get undone (and thus be made pointless) in the next film. I was not impressed. 

The writers are painfully white, and refused to stop reminding us.

When the setting of the movie shifted to Wakanda, I wanted to be happy to see Wakanda. But I wasn’t, because the whole reason we went to Wakanda seemed to be so that the racist ass writers could jerk off while watching Wakanda (and Wakandans) get wrecked (and killed in horrific numbers), all so Wanda (who the MCU super duper whitewashed) didn’t have to kill her white robot boyfriend. 

“If Wakanda falls, it will have been for a noble cause” said the racist white writer puppeting T’Challa. 

Prioritizing the feelings of a white girl and the life of her white boyfriend over not just the hypothetical “half of the universe” Thanos thing, but also the very immediate and literal danger to the lives of ALL OF WAKANDA AND ALL OF THEIR FRIENDS was absolutely bewildering levels of antiblack racism and I was just sitting there shaking my head through it all. It was horrible. It is horrible. I cannot believe that line from T’Challa even made it into the movie. “A noble cause” my ass, that’s so violent, what the fuck.

The writers are painfully heterosexual, and refused to stop reminding us.

Again I scream at Wanda and Vision. Wanda and Vision, who I was hyped about being brought into the MCU because I liked them in the comics, but who have been a constant frustration and disappointment (whitewashed and underutilized as they have been) since their introductions. 

Also Quill and Gamora. 

Like, the writers couldn’t figure out a way to make the story interesting or have stakes without threatening hetero’s heterosexual feelings and heterosexual partners. They just.... couldn’t....................... do it............

Like, lets be real. If the lives of literally half the universe was at stake, everybody I know would be like “sure, I’ll die for that cause”. The conflict felt fake as fuck. People who are that selfish aren’t interesting, and half the characters they made that selfish didn’t used to BE that selfish.

Also, like, Gamora demanding Peter promise to kill her was weird on multiple levels. 

She definitely could have been like “I know the location of an infinity stone, and I know he’ll be able to get it out of me if he gets me alone, so I need you to kill me if that happens” but instead she was just like “I can’t give you a single explanation or detail, just promise me you’ll murder me because you love me so much.” Bad writing. 

And I feel like for Peter specifically, asking him to do that was really cruel. His whole issue with his parents was that his dad murdered his mom, like... asking him to kill her seems extra cruel? And she would know that. Doesn’t she have other friends? Couldn’t she have asked Peter to, like, not get mad at Rocket if Rocket kills her for the same reason? Or Drax? Why did it have to be Peter?? Why ask the person who’d be most emotionally traumatized by having to kill you to be the one to kill you if necessary? And why have her remind him of the death of his mom as a way to convince him to kill her? Bad writing.

Also Bruce and Nat were never interesting to begin with.

Also also Tony talking about wanting kids to a very obviously frustrated and uninterested Pepper was weird and uncomfortable. I feel like we’re supposed to be getting some sort of “they should have kids!” vibe but all I got was a “she doesn’t want to have kids and he’s not getting the memo” vibe. I also am very tired of “my partner wants me to stop being a superhero, guess I’ll feel conflicted but do it anyway but also not break up with them” narratives. Bad.

Thanos’ “random” selection of half of earth didn’t seem that random to me. Like, at all.

The shot of Wakandans dying wasn’t half of them dying, it was like 90% of them dying. And if you pay attention to who disintegrated, it’s.... 

T’Challa (black king of a powerful beautiful African nation, the most technologically advanced nation in the world)

Bucky (disabled and neuroatypical)

Sam (a black man)

I forgot to watch the end credits scene because I was so mad but apparently NICK FURY disintegrates in it, my blood is boiling with rage.

Apparently Maria Hill also disintegrates in it, so there goes a strong female character too.

Again I point to the, like, 90% of Wakanda who survived the combat turning to ash anyway.

Mantis (a woman, played by a Korean actress)

Wanda (a woman. Also whitewashed, but Jewish and Romani in the comics)

Groot (played by a man of color)

Peter Quill (played by one of the three white Chris’ in the movie, but dating a character played by a black woman, so of all the white men to die I find this suspect as fuck)

Drax (played by a Filipino actor).

And that’s not to mention Heimdall (a powerful black man), Loki (who is queercoded, and actually queer in the comics) and Gamora (played by a black woman) who Thanos also killed.

“Random.”

Right.

Except the movie was written by people who clearly have a bias and think it’s quality entertainment to watch PoC and marginalized people in general die. And/or they wanted most of those characters out of the way so Infinity War 2 could focus on the white dudes. Which brings me to my next hated point:

Infinity War 2.

Just.

Fuck that.

Fuck that cash grab bullshit of splitting major motion picture movies into multiple movies for no good reason. Fuck letting people go into a movie with a cliffhanger not knowing it’s going to have a cliffhanger. Fuck forcing people to commit to a years wait for closure on a plot without agreeing to. 

People don’t go to superhero movies to watch the villain win, motherfuckers, we want to see HEROES win! It’s supposed to be a movie that feels GOOD to watch because you can pretend for 2 hours that good people triumph over bad people, and we fucking NEEDED that 2 hours of escapism right now! We did not need a movie about a megolomaniac who wins the election and ruins the lives of everyone we love! We didn’t pay for that shit!!!! 

I mean, I didn’t pay for anything, I watched a bootleg version while curled up in bed, but if your movie hadn’t been a sack of cash grabbing propaganda horse shit I WOULD have paid to see it.

Also. 

People are “SPECULATING” a bunch of stuff like “Dr. Strange did what he did to ensure the eventual defeat of Thanos!!” and “everybody who got disintegrated is going to be resurrected in the next movie!!” but like... it’s not speculation if it’s obvious as fuck, guys. Don’t give the writers more credit than they deserve (they deserve zero credit). Don’t act like it’s not obvious and predictable when it is. 

1) Dr. Strange was not being subtle. “I’ve looked at all the potential outcomes and foreseen one in which we win” “We’re in the endgame now.” “It was the only way”. That’s blatant. That borders on heavy-handed. 

2) Most of the characters who died have movies scheduled. They’re coming back. This is not unclear.

As a result... their deaths don’t even feel real, they just feel like racist shock value fodder deaths. I’m not sad about it, I’m furious at the writers. They just killed them off so they could watch them die, and/or so they could avoid utilizing them. And that’s... so gross.

Ending a movie with the genocidal villain winning is not edgy or whatever. It’s just dissatisfying and, especially in the current climate of the world, it feels violent. 

Like, I’m mad that they split the movie, because it’s a cash grab, and then ending it on that note was just violent.

I guess the writers just really hated Ragnarok (and Black Panther).

Cuz like... they just completely wrote Ragnarok out of the MCU, made the whole movie pointless, and backpedaled on everything it accomplished. 

Ragnarok: “Asgard is destroyed, but it’s okay because the people of Asgard survived, and can rebuild somewhere else. Thor lost his eye and his hammer, became a leader to his people, learned that he didn’t need a weapon to harness his powers, and Thor and Loki finally managed to be a team again. Heimdal is given the credit he deserves as a hugely important part of Thor’s life. Also here, have an AMAZING black female character! The story ends with hope for a ship full of refugees.”

Infinity War: “Thor immediately gets a new eye, all (or maybe half??? it was really unclear) of the other Asgardian refugees are slaughtered off screen (big middle finger to refugees and also hope) and then Thor goes off on his own so he’s not really a leader anymore, Loki and Heimdal are dead within 5 minutes of screentime, Valkyrie doesn’t exist, and Thor’s entire plot in the movie is about how he needs a new weapon because he can’t be useful without one :)”

Me, who enjoyed Ragnarok: “wow, fuck you”

Similarly, after watching all the characters from Wakanda in Black Panther be written as their own people, whose stories and lives didn’t revolved around white people... their white-prioritizing characterization in Infinity War, as well as the IMMEDIATE choice to fucking wreck Wakanda at the first available opportunity, was a real fucking let down and kind of a slap in the face.

Peter Dinklage played a literal (though giant?) dwarf??????????

I FEEL LIKE THIS IS FUCKING OFFENSIVE??? Honestly I’m just so so tired of this poor guy getting hired only for roles where his dwarfism is a character trait. He’s a really good actor and I wish he got hired to play characters other than “the dwarf” every fucking once in a while, like jfc. 

(Side note apparently he’s been cast as “the dwarf” in a movie adaptation of the awful book “the dwarf” so that’s... happening........ i guess...................)

I FEEL like this role was particularly weird and maybe particularly offensive, but maybe I’m wrong, idk.

Also his actual visual design was bad. I looked up the character (Eitri) from the comics, and he looked pretty cool in the comics and animated show. He did not look cool in this movie. 

Bendick Camdsfgbitch has too big of a role.

Literally I’ve never met anybody who cares about the Dr. Strange movie or MCU character. The only people who care seem to be Sherlock stans who cannot let go and still think Bean Cummerbund playing [an intolerable asshole who we’re told (but not shown) is smarter than us, who never lets the audience in on his genius] is compelling. 

He’s boring, he’s an asshole, he’s playing an arguably whitewashed role (which is a pattern for him) and he’s not even playing it in an interesting way. Stop trying to make Dr. Strange or his actor happen. We don’t care.

And if the whole two movie plot is going to be about how he really did outsmart Thanos, the supposedly super smart supervillain, then I’m extra super bored as fuck. And so far that’s... super predictably what’s going to have happened. 

It was just really poorly written??

Idk, like it wasn’t even... funny... or good. All the lines were either predictable or they didn’t make sense. And everybody felt slightly (or severely, depending on the character) out of character. 

The plot is fucking garbage, AND THANOS IS TOO

The concept of the world being overpopulated (and that that’s why resources aren’t available for everyone) is an irl lie, my guys. It’s not true. It’s a lie perpetuated by racists and xenophobes and rich assholes who want to excuse letting people die of starvation rather than give up literally any of their giant Scrooge McDuck style piles of money to allow even the most minimally necessary distribution of resources.

We HAVE enough resources to feed and clothe and house and care for everyone on this planet, we just DON’T DO IT because of the bigotry and selfishness of the 1%. 

Also, “Genocide will fix all the suffering in the world” is literally nazism.

AND LIKE!! If the POINT was that Thanos was a space nazi and needed to be killed as a result, because his views are fucked up and have no basis in reality, and nazism must be stopped at all costs-- that could have been okay??? EXCEPT THAT’S NOT HOW THEY HANDLED IT!! Instead of going “Oh, yeah, Thanos is super fucked up and no one should agree with him or his actions or his ideology” they showed him in this weird and uncomfortably reverent light, and gave him this weird and uncomfortable side arc about how much he wuvs Gamora (that’s why he abused her, you guys-- it was because he LOVES her so much). So we’re supposed to like, feel sad for him or something? Oh no, nobody understands him and his logic, he HAS to do this to SAVE everyone. Oh nooooooo. 

But really, he’s a genocidal scrotum-faced piece of shit abuser, and his entire narrative felt like a nazi who abuses his kids just sucking his own dick on screen, and it was NOT enjoyable to watch, or compelling, or edgy. It was just gross, and violent.

ALSO there was NO REASON to give him that backstory. There was no reason to explain his desire to kill everybody. We already knew he wanted to kill everybody. That was already known, and we did not need an explanation about why. Like, they built toward this movie for ten years and they STILL dropped the ball by ignoring 90% of their own goddamn source material that built up to it in the first place.

Plus, Thanos’ plan was to kill half of everybody in order to save the other half, out of a warped sense of... mercy.... Except literally nobody wants him to do that, including (he said) himself. He doesn’t enjoy it. Neither does anybody else. Everybody is trying to stop him constantly. WHY CONTINUE IF LITERALLY NO ONE WANTS YOU TO, INCLUDING YOURSELF?? It just doesn’t hold up or make any sense as a plot once you think about it for ten fucking seconds...??? How did this ever get past the editing stage???

Additionally, Thanos’s visual design was way better in the end credits cameo he had like 10 years ago. This guy was not visually threatening to me, and did not read as powerful or ancient or anything. He didn’t even read like he was an alien, he was just an asshole, and it didn’t impress me like it was meant to.

If the only way to make your villain seem competent is to make your heroes suddenly incompetent, you’re a bad writer.

How did Loki, god of mischief, fight Thanos? KNIFE TO THE FACE!! FRONTAL ASSAULT!! Of... of course that failed? And furthermore, why did they make it a point to remind the audience repeatedly that Loki is a god, right before Thanos killed him by just, like, choking him/snapping his neck? Apparently that’s how you kill a god? Seems like it should be harder than that.

Why didn’t Dr. Strange do his “check all the different realities” thing when they first heard about Thanos? Why didn’t Dr. Strange chop off Thanos’ arm with a portal like his buddy did with one of Thanos’ underlings?

Why didn’t anybody just shoot Quill when he was obviously about to become a problem?

Why did Quill, who had been willing to kill Gamora himself earlier in the movie, suddenly go off the handle at the worst possible moment upon finding out she was already dead? And why was his response so minimal? Like I get that he’s grieving and stuff, but you need to be able to compartmentalize that shit at least a LITTLE bit, buddy-- and if you can’t, then you need to do something bigger than just like punching the guy. At least shoot out his eyes or something.

Why didn’t Thor aim for Thanos’ head? (and for that matter in all the bazillion timelines Dr. Strange looked at, why were there NONE where Thor aimed for Thanos’ head???)

Why did Wanda decide her boyfriend was more important than literally everybody else ever, especially when Thanos winning would mean Vision dying anyway, so like... I get that killing your bf would be traumatic, but suck it up? Why didn’t they consider breaking the stone and THEN reviving Vision? He’s not a human, he’s synthetic, so why would they assume he wouldn’t be able to be rebooted later with a different power source? And why did they gamble half the universe and actively throw away Wakandan lives for him?? I JUST???

The Hulk got his ass kicked by Thanos (a weird scene; why does Thanos know WWE wrestling moves??) so he just... stopped helping. Like, that could have been interesting, if it wasn’t a general theme throughout the movie that most of the characters conveniently stopped being good at what they’re good at so that the plot could progress with adequate Drama. 

Basically I just wanted to scream “get it together!” at most of the cast of this movie throughout the whole film. Don’t nerf your cast to make your villain seem stronger than he is. If you can’t make him stronger on his own merits, you’re a bad writer. 

I don’t understand the reality stone (or how Thanos used it).

It seemed to change whatever he wanted, but... only while he was focusing on it? Or only while he was nearby? As soon as he left, Drax and Mantis reverted back to their normal forms, so does he need to be in the vicinity for it to work? Or was it like an illusion? If so, that’s not changing reality. 

And either way, the ways in which he DID change reality were bizarrely whimsical and made no sense for his character. Like, he kept turning everything to bubbles. If somebody bought him a bubble wand, would he have stopped murdering everyone? Is that his aesthetic? Bubbles and spiralized people? 

Or was that the aesthetic of the stone itself? Because that’s weird too. 

That scene where the ladies fought the lady villain.

On the one hand, I’m glad there was a lady villain and her design was cool, and I’m glad whenever there are scenes where there are no men and only ladies. 

ON THE OTHER HAND I’m fucking tired of the trope where male heroes fight the male villains and female heroes fight the female villains because.... ??? Because they’re fighting someone in their own league? Or because men can’t hit women? Or something?? I find it very weird and suspect whenever a combat situation gets evenly split up between the genders. 

Wanda's powers >:(

Wanda is more powerful (by a LOT) in the comics than she is in the MCU, which is sort of understandable because she’s pretty universe-breaking levels of OP in the comics (like, one time she literally broke the universe), but it’s also pretty frustrating as a fan of comic!Wanda just how MUCH they nerfed her for the MCU. HOWEVER! In this movie they implied that she IS more powerful than she’s seemed up until now. 

And then they barely used her at all. 

I, a fool, thought maybe they were going to do something interesting about her magic. With the repetition that her power mirrors that of the stone, I thought maybe she was going to kill Vision, and then Thanos would use HER instead of the stone because she’s got it’s power inside of her. 

But no. 

They couldn’t have done something interesting where a woman has a role beyond “she’s precious to a Man and therefore important”. Nope.

Every Single Scene was a foregone conclusion.

Honest to god, I don’t remember a single scene where I was like “gosh, what’s going to happen next??” Every single scene was just me thinking “I know exactly what is about to happen, and I don’t want it to” and then I was right, and disappointed.

Every part of this movie was predictable with certainty, except I suppose for the scenes where I thought “surely they wouldn’t do something so weird and/or boring as what it seems like they’re setting up here” but then they did anyway.

Why did Tony think Steve would know where Vision was when Tony didn’t? And why was he right?

They just never explained this and I found it utterly perplexing. 

Tony was like “Probably Steve Rogers would know where Vision is” and my friends and I had to pause the movie to compare notes and be like “wait, why? Why would HE know?” and none of us could figure it out, and then the movie never explained it either.

Nebula was underutilized.

I was just really frustrated at how few scenes she was actually in and how little she was allowed to DO in a movie completely centered on trying to fight the guy who tortured and experimented on her for her whole life. Like, she was in it and she was relevant, but mostly only as a set piece, not a person. But I guess they couldn’t figure out how to make her Precious To A Man, so she didn’t really matter to the writers.

My only hope is that she’s vitally central to the next one, but like... I expect literally nothing good out of the next movie, so it’s not exactly a thriving hope.

The female characters were all underutilized.

The writers are misogynists and you could tell by how few lines any of the women had when they weren’t being shown as Precious To A Man. Which female characters got to be involved in whole entire conversations (rather than just one-off lines)? 

Wanda (while being Precious to Vision)

Gamora (while being Precious to Quill, then to Thanos)

Pepper (while being Precious to Tony)

Honorable mentions for Mantis, Nebula, Shuri, Okoye, and Nat for having a handful of lines each in the entire movie that was HIGH KEY centered on white men. 

The Thanos Fandom

I’ll leave off on people who actually LIKE Thanos right now, because I assume they’re mostly eugenicist nazis and aren’t worth my time.

No, I’m talking about people who like him AS A VILLAIN and think that the movie did a GOOD JOB of making him clearly and wholly and unequivocally a villain who the audience should clearly and wholly and unequivocally feel antagonistic towards. 

It didn’t. 

The movie portrayed him as someone trying to do “the right thing” who has to “make hard choices” because of his “tragic past” which is NOT an acceptable portrayal of a genocidal megalomaniac-- ESPECIALLY not in the current climate of the world. 

If the audience is not explicitly told how to feel about a villain (by point-by-point countering and condemning them), the lowest common denominator of the audience (which is not a small percent of said audience) is going to interpret the villain’s tragic backstory as justification, their “hard choices” as being worthy of empathy, and their worldview as something worth considering. Especially if you write them as such, and ESPECIALLY if they WIN. 

And yet all I keep seeing is people who want to justify enjoying the movie (unnecessary: you can enjoy it and admit it’s content is bad at the same time) by yelling “Of course Thanos’ is CRAZY-- that’s the point!! People complaining about it aren’t giving the audience enough credit!!”

Please read this relevant post talking about Fight Club (and Mad Max). 

“Media designed to teach morals often backfires [because] just exposing [people] to bad behavior is enough to make them internalize that the behavior is [...] acceptable for people to do, [especially when a] movie only really devotes 5% of its screen time to explicitly denouncing [said bad] behavior, and that [...] only arrives at the very end of the film.” 

--a summarized quote from the above, much longer, post.

This is extra EXTRA relevant if you have to WAIT A YEAR before you even GET to the “consequences” part of the morality story. “The typical adult audience member does not think critically enough about film media to process this moral” is a true statement even when the moral is in the last 10 minutes of a 90 minute film-- it’s WAY more true if the moral doesn’t come until A FUCKING YEAR LATER. Another relevant quote from that post is “The director has the responsibility to clearly spell out to the audience the difference between supporting a behavior by depicting it, and criticizing it by depicting it.” This movie half assed that at best. 

Another relevant quote: “Every villain is the hero of their own story. And when the villain is the narrator, the audience is hearing the version of the story in which the villain is the hero, and the audience is moved by that perspective.” 

Thanos was in charge of the narrative of the entire movie. He was functionally the central and thus main character on which the story turned, made clearest by the end screen “Thanos will return”, which up until now has been reserved for PROTAGONISTS. That’s what I’m talking about here. 

He was the villain, but he was also functionally the main character, and the narrative did not put in the work to properly condemn him or his actions. They spent all their time and energy making him fake deep, and then threw a couple “You’re insane!!!” lines in there from heroes to cover their asses that really didn’t have any effect on Thanos whatsoever.

Also please consider that “He’s just CRAZY!! That’s why he’s violent and evil!!” is a tired and ableist trope used primarily to villainize real mentally ill people and to let white men (who are not mentally ill) off the hook for violent toxic masculinity. Mentally ill people in reality are disproportionately likely to be the VICTIMS of violence, not the perpetrators, no matter what media would have us believe. 

Thanos isn’t crazy, he’s a self absorbed, entitled, genocidal megalomaniac, and calling him crazy is a cop out. 

Assuming everyone understood that he’s purely and simply wrong is giving the audience WAY too much credit, especially when his motivation is based on a fabrication that the writers seemed to actually believe. 

No one in the movie said “Thanos, our world isn’t overpopulated-- people in power are just greedy. If you’re going to kill anybody, kill those people. Don’t ‘randomly’ kill half the populous when some people are actually at fault." No one in the movie said “Your logic is based on fallacy” they just said “I don’t care about your logic because murder is always wrong (except when I do it).” Most or all of the protagonists in this series have killed people. I’m not saying they were wrong to, necessarily, but saying “You can’t just kill people” rings hollow from these characters in particular, especially when they’re actively trying to kill Thanos as they say it. Again, they’re right to do that, but IF they’re doing that, they need to be written to have a better argument than “Murder is wrong!” 

Basically the writing of this movie, where the heroes clashed with the villain, was just countering a fallacy that major parts of the audience may actually believe with some fallacies that fall apart at 10 seconds of critical thinking. Therefore, plenty of people will walk away with the wrong message.

ESPECIALLY when you depict Thanos in a reverent light, and have an entire subplot about how much he Loves the daughter he abused and continues abusing and then murders on screen. ESPECIALLY when he faces no genuine threat throughout the entire movie and then wins at the end, and the consequences for his actions have to wait a YEAR to be seen.

Thor "needed a weapon" to survive after taking the full force of a star??? I dont?? Get that.

That’s it, I just don’t understand it. 

Eitri the dwarf was like “BUT YOU’LL DIE!!!” and Thor did the thing anyway (predictably) and didn’t die (predictably) but was sort of dying for The Drama (predictably) and then Eitri was like “He needs the weapon!! to live!!!!!” and I still don’t understand what that meant or why. 

Relatedly, I don’t understand why Groot’s arm is an adequate substance for Thor’s anti-infinity-stone-weapon, when Groot #1 was obliterated by an infinity stone. Am I remembering that right? I don’t understand this. It feels like somebody thought “Hey you know what would be cool?” and that was literally the only thought process behind it. Nobody thought very hard about this before writing it into the movie. Though to be fair, that tracks with pretty much everything else in this movie, so why not, I guess. 

Also stars are way bigger than that, that was not a star. Just saying.

The Red Skull cameo made no sense.

I understand that the tesseract spat him out somewhere else in space, and I’m fine with that (like, that could have been interesting actually), but I don’t understand why he ended up as, like, a ghost doing the bidding of the soul stone or whatever??? Do the stones interact? Did the tesseract tell the soul stone to fuck that guy up cuz he’s an asshole? Was that just the effect of being transported too close to the soul stone? I don’t... understand that at all.

And, in line with the rest of the movie, he was very out of character.

“Thanos is sad because he LOVED Gamora”

Then he shouldn’t have fucking killed her. 

Even the smallest violin in the universe playing “my heart bleeds for you” would be too much. Fuck that guy and his fake depth.

Look I’ve touched on this multiple times already, but I keep coming back to it because it’s absolutely one of the worst things about the movie. 

If they wanted to make a point about Thanos' abuse not being mutually exclusive to the emotional experience of love on his part, they really should have hit it home instead of letting it just flounder. Abuse and love are not mutually exclusive, and we DO need more media that acknowledges that, but this is not how to portray that.

Gamora (or literally anyone) needed to actually SAY “I don’t care if you love/d me, you HURT me. You ruined my life. Your love is worthless and changes NOTHING.” 

Gamora suffered under his abuse pretty much her WHOLE LIFE and then he KILLED her. And he did it BECAUSE he “loved” her? And it was done to give him some sort of fucked up complexity/depth? That’s fucking violent. 

They didn't go hard enough on any of their character arcs/points

like... Steve was clearly shut down and depressed but that was never addressed. 

What was that about Tony wanting to stop being a hero and settle down and have kids??? They spent like 5 whole entire minutes (which is a long time in a movie actually) setting that up as a plot point and then never addressed it again. 

Bucky looked so tired when he saw the arm, like you could see on his face when he realized he was being sent back into war. Another assignment. Gotta kill more people. He looked so TIRED but then the next time we see him he’s smiling at Steve, and it never got addressed (AND THEN HE DIED SO???)

Bruce and Nat shared like one line, and then never spoke again (and while I’m not interested in them as a couple, that still felt weird). 

Rhodey went against that hologram asshole’s instructions and then it never came up again.

Rocket talking to Thor, asking if he’s okay, and Thor saying basically “I have nothing left to lose so I’ll be very useful” never became relevant. Rocket saying “Well, I mean, I’ve got a lot to lose actually” also never became relevant. 

Dr. Strange’s whole “duty” to protect the stone was supposed to be more important than anything, and yet it was not in practice more important than... like... anything, tbh. Nor did he have to deal with the consequences of failing his duty, even a little bit.

Vision was having headaches and then it turned out to be the stone, like, warning him about Thanos or something?? Never became important. 

Bruce couldn’t get the Hulk to help out. That’s... that’s it, that’s the whole character arc, he just couldn’t get the Hulk to help out.

Peter Quill was asked by Gamora to kill her. When the time came, he was actually willing to, but was stopped by an outside force. This was never addressed again, and then they both died. Cool. 

I understand that they might be trying to introduce all these plot points so they can address them in the second half, but.... like........... half these characters died already, and also that’s not a good way to write a two-movie story. Series’ need to have satisfying arcs within each independent installment. This movie did not.

((You may have noticed, also, that most of the characters the movie TRIED to give actual character arcs to, even if they failed, are white men. I noticed that too.))

Characters who have barely if ever been allowed to know happiness or contentment or safety, and then just die, are not enjoyable character arcs, fuck off.

Especially Bucky, but also somewhat true for Gamora, Mantis, Wanda (plus I’m still mad about Pietro). Don’t kill characters who’ve never really gotten to live well. Don’t make characters who only get to suffer and then die. Character arcs like that are almost always written by white male writers about marginalized characters, and it just feels violent. 

Steve’s new shield was weird.

I was actually hyped about T’Challa being the one to get him a new shield, because then it’d still be made of vibranium!! And everything from Wakanda so far looks rad as hell. But, uh... I wasn’t a fan of the design. It doesn’t look throwable, or big enough, or particularly useful. It didn’t do anything cool that I noticed. I thought maybe it was going to have a force field like the shield capes W’Kabi and the other male warriors used in Black Panther, or something else technological. Instead it just, like, gets 4 inches wider if you... put it on... or something??? Mediocre. Not worthy of having been made in Wakanda.

I just wasn’t a fan of pretty much any of the new designs they added to this movie (except the new spider suit, and that one lady villain; but that was really it). 

“All the stones together can alter reality!! Obviously the only solution is murder.”

I know everybody has said this, but why... didn’t Thanos just... create more resources. If the problem was too few resources, why didn’t he snap his fingers and make more??? If you have the ability to alter reality and remake the universe with a snap of your fingers, and your intentions are to improve the quality of life of all people’s throughout the universe, why the fuck is your only solution “murder half of everybody”?? 

And why would you murder a RANDOM half of everybody? Why wouldn’t you murder, like “the half of everybody who is the shittiest to other people, on a planet by planet basis” or something? Like, if your intentions are truly benevolent but you also truly can only use murder to improve the universe (which, like, is a very VERY bullshit “if” but I digress), why would you think the best use of murder would be “random”? That just seems like a privileged person trying desperately not to sound bigoted (while sounding bigoted nonetheless). 

So it doesn’t matter if they’re a mass murdering dictator, or a serial killer, or a sexual predator, or a corrupt politician lobbying for a skewed distribution of resources based on bigotry? They’d still only have a 50/50 shot at dying, even though you claim to be doing this for the betterment of the remaining people’s quality of life? 

What about communities that have already suffered genocide? They have to suffer that again, because you can’t get your head out of your ass long enough to comprehend the nuance of this bullshit situation you’ve created?

What about people who are studying genetically modified food to make resources more plentiful? People who spend their whole lives making hugely positive differences in the distribution of resources? People who are just good, and care about others, and take steps to improve the lives of others, people who aren’t going to fuck up the paradise you want to create? They also have that same 50/50 shot?

And if your goal is only the deaths of 50% of the people in the universe, what about bus drivers who are actively driving buses? What about surgeons who are in the middle of surgery? What about people driving cars on the highway? Killing half the population instantaneously would result in way more death than just half the population. 

This plan falls apart more and more the more you think about it.

"The biggest cast of all time” and NOBODY is queer. 

Like, there are two characters in the entire MCU who could conceivably be considered canonically queer: 

Valkyrie, because she was supposed to have a scene indicating her canon bisexuality. And even though they cut it, it was IN THE SCRIPT so it’s halfway canon.

Loki, but only because he’s queer (genderfluid and pansexual) in the comics. So like, he’s NOT canonically queer in the movies, but he’s also not specified as NOT queer, so...? The writers definitely didn’t intend it, despite queercoding him, but we can pretend. 

And in infinity war, Loki dies 5 seconds in, and Valkyrie straight up doesn’t exist. So????? It was boring and sucked.

They attempted to address the MCU Villain Problem, and failed.

The MCU villain problem, AKA the villains in most MCU movies are forgettable and boring because they and their schemes always came as an afterthought. 

Recently, to address this, the formula (as seen with Killmonger and the Vulture) seems to be "a villain that needs to be stopped, but who is understandable and maybe even relatable and likeable". In both the case of Killmonger and the Vulture, this worked (not perfectly, but it did). They made the villains PEOPLE outside of their villainy. They made them complex, and it was compelling and therefore memorable and interesting. 

They tried to apply this formula to Thanos... in the worst possible way. 

As I’ve already talked about. They tried to make him complex to avoid their usual villain problem, except in the process they MADE HIM THE PROTAGONIST. There wasn’t a hero protagonist. There was only Thanos and a lot of heroes trying to stop him, and posing no real threat to him or his plot at any point.

And the heroes OPPOSED him, but they did not properly condemn him or his logic, and then he won.

Fatphobia and emasculation aimed at Quill for the lulz  

They wanted Peter Quill to be threatened by Thor for some reason, and the way they chose to do that was to make Quill’s friends call him “one sandwich away from fat” and thus “not a man”. 

Then he started vowing to commit to a better exercise routine or something, and tried to lower his voice to sound more like Thor. Bless Thor for not understanding what was going on and thinking Quill was mocking him (aka, not thinking of Quill as having anything he’d need to compensate for), but Quill being threatened by Thor, as well as his jealousy of Gamora’s attention to a “more attractive” man, honestly just felt like the writers scrambling for a reason to give the characters conflict, and settling on a toxic and offensive trope. 

Especially because Chris Pratt is In Shape. He has like a six pack. He’s objectively NOT fat. If he were, and they mocked him for it, that would be fatphobic and shitty, but the fact that he’s NOT just makes it baffling on top of being fatphobic and shitty. It’s like those makeover movies where they put glasses and baggy clothes on a conventionally attractive woman and then claim she looks terrible. 

Bad.

There were better options for Thanos' reasoning and the writers... really should have taken them.

I have HEARD that the comic version of Thanos’ motivation was “He’s in love with the embodiment/god of death, and wanted to kill half of everybody to impress her” and to be honest that would have been a better option.

(Side Note: Maybe the use of Hela as the Goddess of Death in Ragnarok is why the writers of Infinity War hated Ragnarok. Maybe they were mad they couldn’t use her for this movie, and that’s why they murdered and buried everything Ragnarok accomplished with such thorough dedication.)

Other better Thanos motivations just off the top of my head: 

He wanted to take over/colonize/enslave other planets to house his own people who DID use up the resources on their own planet.

There’s actually something ELSE he wants to use the Infinity Stones for, but he needs to kill tons of people to get it, or to get the Infinity Stones.

He was cursed to be immortal and will not be allowed to die until he kills enough other people.

He needs to trade like 10 million souls to the embodiment of death to bring someone he loves back from the dead.

He plans to harvest people from a bunch of different planets to produce a youth serum for alien elites-- (no wait that’s the plot of jupiter ascending)

He just hates people and thinks people should die.

He literally eats people, and he’s enormous so he needs to eat a lot of people.

Just saying, all of these are better motivations than “I’ve just gotta murder people cuz if I don’t then people will run out of food, and then they’ll die. I don’t WANT to, nobody else wants me to either, but I’m going to anyway. I’m sad about it.”

"We don't trade lives" 

This was a line from Steve about killing vs not killing Vision, and in the subsequent context of the movie, it’s violent as hell. 

“We don’t trade lives” he says, to discourage Vision from consenting to death to save everyone. Then he/they take Vision to Wakanda where Wakandan soldiers lay down their lives by the dozens to hundreds to protect Vision. Vision, who was willing to die. 

Steve Rogers is a soldier. He KNOWS that trading some lives for other (hopefully more) lives is how this is going to go. He knows. This was like the “Language” line from Avengers; it doesn’t make sense for the character.

But even beyond that, as I’ve said, they are absolutely going to-- and for that matter they were PLANNING to trade black Wakandan lives for Vision’s safety. And even if that weren’t a plot point, they’d be planning to potentially trade their OWN lives for those Thanos would kill if (when) they fail. 

“We don’t trade lives.” Yes, you do. Of course you do. And the audience knows it because the audience has seen all your other fucking movies. 

Why couldn’t the writers take a breath and stop trying so hard and just let the characters say what they mean. “I don’t want you to die.” “Please let us try to save you.” 

Why couldn’t they have just, like, made up an actual reason why they couldn’t afford to lose Vision? Maybe Vision’s headaches could have been actually utilized as a warning system? Maybe Vision could have communicated telepathically with Tony’s AI all the way through space, so Vision was their only was to know what was going on with Tony and Co.? Maybe destroying the stone while it was inside Vision was massively dangerous (like, could have gone off like a bomb or something....? I mean he CAN use the stone like a laser, maybe trying to destroy it would make it detonate.). 

THERE WERE OPTIONS. Instead they went with the absolute fallacy of “We don’t trade lives,” delivered by a character who would never have said that, and followed by the traded lives of MANY black people for one white man.

Bad.

The Soul Stone has really low standards for supposedly having high standards

Why require somebody to go through with a whole test of “give up the thing or person you love most” to acquire the Soul Stone? Like, the explanation “A soul for a soul” was kind of cool, but what does that have to do with love? It’s not the Love Stone, it’s the Soul Stone. Love doesn’t have anything to do with that, and even if it DID, Thanos’ version of love should have made the stone go “Um, I think the fuck NOT, you abusive motherfucker,” instead of “Sure! I’ll hand phenomenal cosmic power over to you because you just seem super legit. Nothing could go wrong here.”

Was the love thing even real, or was the Red Skull just bein’ his racist self, and wanted to watch Gamora get tossed off a cliff because he’s a nazi and bored as hell?

Furthermore, why did only one of the stones require a test? Is the Soul Stone just really needy? What is the deal with these stones??? Nothing was ever explained at ALL and it made NO SENSE.

Gamora deserved better, and so did every audience member who’s ever been abused.

I’m just gonna circle back to this point and address it head on.

Here’s a great article on this subject from somebody better equipped to address it than me.

But basically just... fuck the writers for showing us her power, and then making it pointless. Making her stab Thanos in the throat and then allowing him to wave it off like it didn’t happen or didn’t matter or like he was just testing her. Fuck the writers for letting her be murdered at the hand of the man who ruined her life, to further HIS goals, and to give HIM ‘depth’. 

If she doesn’t get resurrected in the next movie and deliver the killing blow, I will be even more furious than I already am, and that is honestly already an impressive level of fury. 

God I’m so fucking glad I didn’t pay to see this garbage fire of a movie.