#Banner ffs listen to this kid like just once PLEASE

[moosemonstrous]

Incredible Hulks (2010) #635 vs Incredible Hulk (2023) #19

[cagestark]

*New Year’s Kiss*

Peter getting drunk on champagne and begging Tony to be his New Year’s Eve kiss. 

About this: tiny lil 2k fluff. Sfw. Ff. Adult (20yo) Peter. Posting a little early so we can enjoy it on this thirty-first. 

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In the third hour of the party, Pepper at last manages to corner him beside the band. Tony has been avoiding her all night, strategically placing waiters and waitresses laden with trays of hors d'oeuvres and flutes of champagne between them, because while Tony wouldn’t put it past her to tackle him to the floor, he doesn’t believe she would accost an innocent. Her face is flushed, whether from anger or alcohol, Tony can’t say. 

“Tony,” she says, urging him to the side of the room away from the blaring swing band and writhing mass of bodies. “You need to cut off Peter.” 

Ah. Until then, Tony couldn’t have been sure why Pepper was hunting him during the party like a shark smelling blood (there were a whole host of potential reasons to be fair), but this reason—it’s not a bad one. Against his will, he glances towards the dance floor where Peter is currently being taunt how to Charleston by Natasha, whom Tony doesn’t believe he has ever seen smile nor laugh so much in one evening. His mouth goes dry at the way Peter looks, curls plastered to his forehead with sweat, the sleeves of his dress-shirt rolled up, cheeks flushed. 

“What?” Tony shouts. “I can’t hear you, this band is so goddamn loud, I love it though, don’t you? What a way to bring in the 20’s, am I right?” 

“Cut! Him! Off!” she says through her teeth. “If the press get wind of us letting a minor—” 

“Peter is twenty!” 

“Which is underage, Tony, don’t undermine me.” 

“Come on, Pep,” Tony pleads. “Look at him, he’s having such a good time. If he’s going to drink, I’d rather he do it surrounded by the Avengers and SHIELD employees than anyone else in the world. That way we’ll have tons of documentation to blackmail him wi—ow, God, woman! Mercy!” 

“Take him outside,” she insists. “Get him some air to help him sober up, and tell the bar not to serve him another drop. I mean it. If you’re quick enough, you can make it back inside in time for the countdown.”

Sighing, Tony relents. While his guest rooms were open to any Avenger who became too intoxicated to walk, drive, or portal themselves back home to the proper dimension, he isn’t sure if May expects Peter home at a decent hour or not. Sending the kid back to her drunk would be a poor idea in the best of terms. 

Wading through the dance floor (nearly getting elbowed by an over-enthusiastic SHIELD agent who is flapping a little too enthusiastically), Tony approaches Peter and Natasha with his eyebrows up. She’s dressed the way many other party-goers are, in typical Roaring Twenties style. The beads on her dress glitter in the light and with every energetic step. Peter is no less a specimen, though he has shed his pinstripe overcoat. The vest beneath fits him like a glove, emphasizing his trim waist. 

There’s no harm in looking, he thinks. And he certainly can’t help the images his brain conjures at a moment’s notice. Tony has had enough with trying to keep a leash on the things that are beyond his control. 

He places a hand on Peter’s back as the music changes to a ballad. The kid’s skin burns his palm, shirt thin and nearly see-through with sweat. Peter glances over his shoulder, eyes heavy-lidded. They widen at the sight of Tony, a smile blooming brighter and more beautiful than any flower Tony’s ever seen. 

“Mr. Stark!” Peter says. At once, he abandons Natasha (who slips off into the crowd with a shimmer of beads, ever adept at knowing when to drift back into the shadows), and throws his arms around Tony’s neck, plastering himself to the billionaire and beginning a drunken sway, like Tony has simply tapped Nat’s shoulder and asked, can I cut in?

He lets them sway together for a few long moments, keeping his hands primly above his partner’s waist. When he feels Peter turn his head so that his breath fans hot against Tony’s neck, he works to clear his throat of the knot that’s tied itself there. Even though it hurts to pull away from the kid’s drunken embrace, he does it. He’s good at doing the things that hurt. 

“Come on. Outside, Valentino,” Tony rumbles into his ear. 

Peter follows happily enough, stopping to hug Clint who is equally as drunk. They spend a long, semi-homo-erotic moment pressed together, like lovers who are seeing each other for the first time and not teammates who were wearing feathered headbands and taking photos together in the picture booth thirty minutes before. 

“Alright there, come on,” Tony says, coaxing Peter away. “I hate to break up such an arousing display of affection, but I need to get this little spider outside, stat. Pepper’s orders! Pepper’s orders!”

The last thirty feet to the balcony are traversed with Tony carrying most of Peter’s weight, the kid’s breath still hot on Tony’s neck while he babbles about how swell the party is, how much fun everyone seems to be having. It’s charming enough to listen to. 

“Ladies and gentlemen,” the suave singer of the band murmurs into the microphone as Tony opens the door to the balcony, letting in blustery air that sobers even him. The room behind them falls as quiet as it can when filled with eighty of Tony’s closest friends and loved-ones who have been indulging on authentic French champagne for the last three hours, glossy eyes turning towards the platform where the band sits above them all. “It is five minutes until midnight. We encourage you to find your favorite guy, gal, or pal to ring in the New Year with. If anyone has any declarations of love to impart, now is the time.”

“Where’s Bruce?” Thor shouts at the top of his lungs. 

Howls go up around the room until Tony closes the door and cuts them all off. 

“Do you think we’re going to miss Thor make a move on Dr. Banner?” Peter asks. He’s not slurring but there’s nothing sober about him, eyes glossy, swaying where he stands with Tony between him and the balcony. The cold air enhances the pink flush in his cheeks, and the kid shivers, sweat cooling in the breeze. For a moment, Tony gets an idea in his head of taking off his jacket and slinging it over the kid’s shoulders. He bats it away. 

“Even if we do, there will be footage I’m sure,” Tony says. “How are you feeling kid? Tell me the alphabet backwards.”

Peter laughs, head tilting back. Tony’s eyes drop to the pale, unmarked throat before he urges them away. “Come on, Mr. Stark. Give me something hard—I mean! That’s not what I meant. You know what I meant. Not hard like your—not that you are—fuck.” 

“God, I hope FRIDAY is filming this right now. Who am I kidding, FRI sees all,” says Tony, glancing out over the city. Manhattan is lit up like a Christmas tree, full of people eager to leave the year behind, hopeful that the future is as bright as the city lights. Tony cranes his neck to take in the party beyond the frosted glass, everyone moving like a movie with the sound off. “Take some deep breaths, Pete, try and clear your head, okay? We’ll both be back in there before midnight.” 

A firm presence leans against him. He nearly jerks away (like he doesn’t know who it is, like there’s anyone else out on this empty balcony save for them). Peter presses his nose to the crook of Tony’s neck and breathes in, one hand resting firm against Tony’s hip. “Is Miss Potts going to be your New Year’s Kiss, Mr. Stark?”

Heart in his throat, Tony struggles to respond. This close, he can smell the kid’s body spray and beneath it the sharp but not unpleasing scent of his sweat. Peter’s eyes glitter black, like lights off of the Bay. Instinct urges him to set Peter straight, to remind him that he and Pepper broke it off months ago, and the relationship had been more platonic than romantic even long before then. Instead, all he says is, “No.” 

Peter hums. “Do you know who I want to be my Kiss?” 

Tony swallows. “I can make an educated guess. Kid—” 

Peter’s hands fist the fabric of Tony’s suit. His strength is unmatched, pulling the billionaire close until they are flush against each other. He’s hard in his JC Penney dress slacks, hips leaning forward to nudge against Tony’s hipbone until the kid groans, a sound that makes Tony’s mouth go dry and his heart pound like a bird beating its wings against the bars of its cage. “Please, Mr. Stark?” Peter asks. “I’ve wanted to kiss you since I was a little boy, ‘m a man now, aren’t I? That’s what you said to Captain Rogers when he didn’t want me on the team.” 

“Peter,” Tony groans, glancing back towards the party. No one has taken any notice of their absence. “Come on, kid. You know I can’t.” 

“Why not?” Peter breathes, pauses to press his lips chastely to Tony’s shoulder. “Because you’re straight?” 

Tony sighs. “Don’t insult me like that; you know I’m not—” 

“Because I’m underage?” 

“I know you aren’t—” 

“Because you aren’t interested in me?” 

“I am—” He snaps his teeth shut on the words just a moment too late. He squeezes his eyes shut, wishing he could reach out and snatch the words right back out of the air, hide them somewhere down deep. He mutters under his breath, “Fuck.” 

“Don’t worry,” Peter says, smiling with glassy eyes. He looks more tired than drunk, exhausted, too young and with the weight of the world on his shoulders. And Tony can’t add himself to that burden; he just can’t. “I already knew. But if you want to kiss me, and if I want to kiss you, then why can’t we?”

“You make it sound easy,” Tony says roughly. Something in him, some fault line that has existed in relative inactivity until now while the pressure builds and builds—it finally snaps. He grips Peter’s wrist which was creeping around towards his tense abs, towards the bottom of his vest like he’s going to dip it right down the front of Tony’s pants. Pulling him into the shadows away from the glass doors, Tony presses Peter against the wall of the Tower and looms over him. “You make it sound innocent. You think that a kiss will be good enough for me? I’m the most famous glutton alive, kid. If I pour myself a drink, I have to have another. If I kiss you—it won’t be enough for me. It will never be enough for me.”

“You act like I could ever want you to let me go,” Peter laughs. 

Inside, the countdown begins, the roar of the entire room just audible through the glass doors of the balcony. 

10

“Please—” 

9

“No, Peter, I can’t.” 

8

“I’m begging you—7—Please—6—Even if this is all I ever get—5—then at least let me have this—4—this one moment—3—Tony, please—2—”

—And one must come next. It must. But Tony doesn’t hear it, not for the rush of blood in his ears (his heart, that’s his heartbeat pounding away), not for the wind whistling around them when he closes the distance between them, presses them chest-to-chest so that he can capture Peter’s mouth with his own. It’s not a first kiss, no tentative questioning movements. It’s a well-seasoned lovers’ kiss, fierce and wet, a tsunami that drags him under until Peter’s all that’s in his mind, his mouth, his lungs, his scarred chest and broken-open heart.

When they part (Peter breathing the softest thank you), their mouths are raw. The cheers from inside might as well be for them for the way Tony’s heart has swelled. He rakes his eyes over Peter’s face, seeing him with new eyes even as the kid gives him a sad, trembling smile. 

“That’s it, then,” Peter says, tears glittering in his lashes. “Party’s over, huh?”

“No,” Tony promises, taking the kid’s hand and pressing his lips to the arch of his knuckles. “I meant what I said; I haven’t had enough of you, Peter. The party is just starting, kid. Come on, let’s get out of the cold.” 

[avengerscompound]

The Tower: The Queen of Asgard - 19

The Tower: The Queen of Asgard An Avengers Fanfic

Series Masterlist PREVIOUS //

Pairing:  Avengers x OFC, Bruce Banner x Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton x Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Tony Stark x Thor x Sam Wilson x OFC (Elly Cooper)

Word Count: 2440

Warnings: hangovers, talk of orgies, smut (FF, oral sex, vaginal and anal fingering)

Synopsis: The twins are now three and while the Avengers know that Clint and Thor are the biological father’s none of them know or care which blond, blue-eyed baby is related to which man.  When Riley gets the power to control wind and it becomes evident that she is the heir to the Asgardian throne, Elly, Steve, Thor, and Tony take the twins to Asgard to train her.

Not every Asgardian is happy with their king’s choice of consort, nor the impurity of the heir’s blood.  While others expect Thor to make things more official.  What’s clear is, the role of Queen of Asgard is not easily filled.

Author’s Note:  Written with the woman who listens to me complain about the heat all day long.  @fanficwriter013​

Chapter 19: Aftermath

A low groan woke me the following morning.  I slowly opened my eyes and found myself draped over Bruce.  Curled into a tight ball in the middle of my back was Sam, and he was groaning like he was in pain.

“When did you get here?”  I asked, sitting up a little.

He shifted so his head was in my lap and his hands opened and closed on my thigh.  “Three maybe.  How does time work here anyway?”  He mumbled.  “I think I’m gonna puke.”

I rubbed his back in soothing circles.  “Please don’t,” I said.  “Do you want to take something?”

“What does Asgard have?”

I started to massage his scalp.  “I don’t know.  I took tea for sleep but I haven’t had alcohol since I got here.  I can go ask if you want.”

He grumbled and shook his head.  “Just keep doing that.”

I kept massaging his scalp and he seemed to start to relax a little.  Though his muscles stayed clenched and he kept whimpering.

After a little while, Natasha came in.  She was naked and bleary-eyed, but she didn’t look hungover like Sam was.  “I need a proper bed, can I get in here?”

“Of course,” I said.

She climbed in on the other side of Sam and lay down, closing her eyes.  “You missed a great orgy, El.”

I shrugged.  “Bruce and I had a good time.  Besides, I’m still not sure about sleeping with people outside the group.  Clint was the fastest I’ve ever agreed to have sex with someone, you know?  And I only agreed to that because it was you suggesting it.  Even my one night stand before I met you guys was a friend.”

“I don’t know, El.  Sif knows what she’s doing.”  Natasha said.  Sam groaned in response and rolled over, clutching his stomach. “Are you going to throw up, Sam?”

“Maybe…”  He groaned.

“El, Hogun is up.  Can you go get him to take Sam to the bathroom or something?”  Natasha said.

I shifted out from under Sam and he moved so he was curled up on Natasha.  I grabbed a wrap and tied it around myself before poking my head out into the living area.  It was still very early, with only the very hint of sunlight coming up.  Scattered around the room in a few small piles was Bucky, Steve, and Wanda, Thor and Clint, and Volstagg and Tony.  Sif stood guarding the kids’ room while Hogun was at the door that led out to the palace.

“Hogun, a little help,”  I said.

He nodded and followed me back into the bedroom.  “What can I do to serve?”

Sam made a weak groaning noise from his place curled up on Natasha.  “He’s gonna puke.”  She said rubbing his back.

Hogun came over to the bed and lifted Sam up like he was cradling a baby.  “Alright.  Let us see what we can do for you.”

He carried Sam out and I crawled back into bed with Natasha and Bruce.  “Things look interesting out there.  We’ll have to move people when the sun is up.  The kids have been sleeping late but we can’t risk them walking in on that.”

“Sam will have some puking buddies,” Natasha said.  “Bucky was keeping pace with Thor.”

“So tell me what happened,” I said, pulling myself up tight against Natasha.

She trailed her fingers up and down my back.  “Well, there was a lot of drinking.  Steve was very funny.  He made Tony ask him if he was a tree and when Tony asked he’s like ‘No, are you an idiot?’”

I started laughing.  “Oh my god.  Steve did that?”

“Yes,” Natasha said, ghosting her lips up my neck.  “This cat came in.  Wasn’t a cat but it looked like a cat.  Steve picked up a grape and threw it at it.  When Clint asked what he was doing, Steve said he was trying to catch a Pikachu.”

I completely lost it.  “Oh jeez.  I wish I had seen that.  Also, I wish I’d seen the cat thing.”

“Sif said it was a … falafel or … not that but something like that.”  Natasha said.

“Loki left with ... umm... Fandral.  That’s when the orgy started.  Wanda and Steve kinda kept out of it.  They just stayed together.  Wanda was being affected by how drunk everyone was and well, you know the sex stuff.  I think she was pretty overwhelmed.  And you know, both her and Steve need to get to know people first.  The rest of us just were a bit fluid.  I spent a lot of time with Sif.  That woman, El.  I swear to god.  I saw stars.”

I pouted and ran my hands down her back.  “Are you saying you don’t see stars with me?”

“Oh El, you are wonderful.”  She teased.

“That’s better,” I said and kissed her neck.

“Mmm… don’t start anything you don’t plan to follow through on.”  Natasha hummed tilting her head back so I had better access to her throat.

“Are you doubting my oral skills, Ms. Romanoff?”  I teased and sucked on the dip of her collarbone.

“I don’t know.”  She teased.  “Am I?”

I rolled so I was on top of her and looked down into her eyes.  “You have to be quiet.  No waking up Bruce.”

She smirked at me and swatted my ass.  “I think I can handle that.”

I bit my bottom lip and leaned in and kissed her deeply.  She still tasted of mead.  Sweet like honey and warm.  She hummed and tangled her hands in my hair and started to push me downward.

“Hey, bossy.”  I giggled.

“You said the kids would be up soon.”  She teased.

I couldn’t fault her logic, so I began to kiss down her body, pausing at her breasts to suck her nipples hard.  She arched her back, pushing up against me and pulled my hair.

I moved lower, kissing a trail down over her stomach and along her hips.  She spread her legs and arched her back, opening her body up more for me.  She looked so gorgeous stretched out and ready for me.  I kissed the insides of her thighs and licked slowly up her cunt.

She tasted like sex.  Of sweat and come, both hers and other peoples.  Strong and acrid and heady.  I swirled my tongue around her folds, exploring them with my tongue.  Tasting as much of her as I could reach.

She moaned and bunched a hand into my hair pushing me into her more.  I focused my tongue on her clit, drawing patterns on it and circling around.  Each time the tip of my tongue brushed over the swollen and sensitive nub she gasped and pushed against me more.

“Elise,” she moaned, pulling my hair and gripping the headboard as she rolled her hips under me.

I sucked her clit into my mouth and flicked my tongue over it.  She mewled and bucked up hard under me.  I pushed two of my fingers into her and started to fuck her with them seeking out her g-spot as I did.

Natasha got louder and her hips rolled against me like she was fucking my face.  My fingertips touched down on the spongy surface of her g-spot she cried out and her whole body jerked hard.  I curled my fingers, stroking them again and again over her g-spot, making her sounds louder and louder and her whole body tense up as an orgasm built inside her.  I began to use my thumb to massage her asshole and slowly sunk it inside of her as I sucked her clit hungrily.

She gripped the sheets and arched her back and with a sudden cry she came hard, shuddering against me.

I stroked her through it and drank her up before crawling up her body and kissing her deeply.  “You were not quiet.”  I giggled as I pulled back.

“And yet he still sleeps.”  Natasha chuckled.

I kissed her again and sat up.  “I better go check on the kids.”

Natasha ran her hand down my spine.  “You don’t want me to reciprocate?”

“Mmm… you can get me later.  We do really need to clear out that living room before the kids wake up.”  I said and leaned down and kissed her gently.  “Besides, I can tell when you’re about ready to sleep.”

She hummed and stretched out before curling into Bruce.  “Thank you, mishka.  I love you.”

“I love you too, Tasha,” I said getting up.  I grabbed my wrap and went and used the bathroom before heading out into the living room.  Not much had changed since I had last come out.  But Clint was now perched on the back of the couch and Wanda was missing.

“Morning,” I said coming over and kissing his shoulder.  “How are you feeling?”

“I woke up really disoriented,” he grumbled.  “So that was fun.”

I rubbed his back and looked at the group of men in various states of undress.  “We’re gonna need to move these guys out of here.”

He whined.  “They weigh like twelve tons.”

“Maybe so.  But there’s a bunch of naked men everywhere and the kids will be up any minute.”  I said.

I looked over at Sif for help.  “I can take this one.”  She said pointing at Tony.  “But everyone else I’ll need help with.”

I nodded and moved over to Steve and shook him.  “Steve!”

He shot up startled and looked around for a second before his eyes settled on me.  “Have you been… fonduing?”

I snorted.  “Yes, I have.  And this place is looking very ancient Greek considering our children are going to get up any minute.”

Steve blinked at me and dragged his hand across his mouth.  “Oh god.  Is this a hangover?”

“I’m gonna say ‘yes’,” I said, pushing him to get up.

“Is there water here?”  Steve asked.  “Can I get a gallon?”

“You can get up and get a gallon.  I’m not babying you, I have actual babies to baby and they can’t come out here into this.” I say waving my hands around.

“Oh.  Right.”  Steve groaned.  “Okay, I’m moving.”

“You can go back to sleep, but we need to get everyone out of here.”  I pleaded.  “I’ll take care of you all once you’re all in bed.”

Steve started smacking Bucky’s arm.  “All of us?”

“Yes.  I promise.”  I said moving over to Thor.  “I’ll bring you water and pain killers if there are some, and greasy food that makes your stomach feel better.  But in the bedrooms.”

“Okay,” Steve said, and started to hit Bucky in the arm.  “I just need someone to get up.”

Bucky gasped and sat straight up as I tried to shake Thor awake.  “I doubt that’s gonna work.”  He grumbled.

“We need everyone out of here,”  I whined.

Bucky looked from Steve to Sif.  “Thor last.”  He said.  “You take Tony.  We’ll grab Volstagg.  Then we’ll come back for Thor together.”

Sif nodded and picked Tony up and carried him to my bedroom.  Bucky and Steve picked up Volstagg and took him to one of the spare rooms.  The three of them came back out and approached Thor.  “The lady Natasha is asleep now.  Tony’s foot is in her face.”

“Yeah.  I fuck people into comas.”  I said nonchalantly.

Steve shook his head and the three of them crouched down and grabbed a part of Thor.  “On three.  One, two, three.”

They all heaved Thor up and shuffled into the bedroom together.  “He’s heavy,”  Clint said.

“Apparently.”  I joked.

“I think I might sleep too,” Clint said getting up.  “Is that okay?”

“Yeah, little bird.  I’ll be fine.”

He came over and kissed my cheek before heading to the bedroom with the others and passing Sif as she came back out.

“They’re all passed out again.”  She said.

“Thank you, Sif,” I said.  “I’m going to check on the kids.”

I headed in the bedroom and found Wanda sitting on the floor between their beds, looking a little queasy.  “Morning, honey.”  She whispered.

“Hey, beautiful.  Are you okay?”  I asked.

She nodded slowly.  “I’m leaching everyone’s hangovers.  It’s not fun.  I was throwing up before.”

I came and sat down beside her and wrapped my arm around her shoulder.  She nuzzled into me.  “Maybe the healers can help you?”

“You think?”

I shrugged.  “I mean, I don’t know.  But they’re more used to people with powers here.  They might have something.”

Wanda nodded.  “Maybe when Loki gets here you can take me and Sam to see them.”

“Sam’s still struggling?”  I asked concerned.

“Yes.  He’s the worst one.”

“How long are these two going to be out?”  I asked.

“She’s about fifteen minutes from being up.  He might be more like an hour.”  Wanda answered.

“Okay.  I’ll see who I can find to take you and Sam to the healers.”  I said and got up, and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

“I’ll be here.”  She said.

There was no one at all in the living room and I went into the bathroom.  Sam was hunched over the toilet and Hogun was crouched behind him.  Sam looked over at us weakly.  “El, how am I still able to puke?”  Sam asked.  “There’s no food left.  I’m gonna die.”

“Oh, honey,” I said and came over and ran my hand over his scalp.  “Hogun, do we have any way of getting Fandral and or Loki to come here.  Wanda and Sam need to see healers or something and it’s just you now.”

“Is Lady Maximoff awake?”  Hogun asked.

“Yes,” I said.

“I shall go and fetch Fandral to take them and be back to guard shortly.”  He said getting up and leaving the room.

Sam moaned and collapsed down onto the floor.  “Can I just lay down with my head in your lap?”

“Of course, baby,” I said sitting.  He put his head in my lap and I started massaging his scalp again.

“I swear.  I didn’t even drink that much, El.”  He whined.

“I know, baby.  But it’s strong.  Not for us.”  I said.  “I’ll take you to the healers as soon as Fandral shows up.”

I sat on the floor stroking his neck and soothing him until Hogun returned with an exhausted-looking Fandral.

“So we are seeing the healers?”  Fandral asked.

“Yes, thank you, Fandral,” I said as he lifted Sam up.  “I’ll go and get Wanda.”

He nodded and carried Sam out into the living room.  I sighed and went to go get Wanda.  The kids weren’t even awake yet and I could already tell today was going to be a long day.

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