#Bruce Banner FF

[pierre-reads-comics]

Fantastic Four (1961) #12 — Stan Lee, Jack Kirby

[gammacousin]

✒️ Jennifer Walters just got a new habit in the latest chapter of A Ghost Thing

Rated: T

Genre: Family Drama/Comedy, Crack taken seriously

Warnings: Drug reference

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“Ask her about the cat,” Susan is standing crooked, lowered opacity fingers reaching mid-question.

“Never mind the cat!” Elaine nudges her sister, “How’s Morris?!”

Natasha selects the last question to repeat, sipping her tea.

Jennifer tilts her head from side to side, “Dad is Dad. He loves to fuss in the garage and take things apart. He's busy with a new convertible.”

Elaine holds her forehead, “Such frivolous spending. He could afford to update my headstone.”

“Ask Jenny if she's met a man!” Susan prods further.

Natasha lowers her mug, sitting in the sofa ‘with’ Elaine and Susan across from Jennifer, “Are you seeing anyone?”

“Ha!” Jennifer leans back, dodging behind her laugh, “I was. Things got awkward when I met his parents. They didn't like the whole, hey! I change colors! Thing.”

“Got it.”

“Yeah. I don't know why I can't find a decent man with a family who won't judge me. I mean, you manage well. You don't find it strange.”

“Not anymore. It, does take some time to adjust. Be patient.”

“Adjust to what?” Elaine glares with foggy eyes, “What's wrong with turning green?!”

“I'm back with a menu!” Bruce enters the living room with a laminated sheet.

“Oh wow,’ Natasha leans back, ‘where was this? In the attic?”

“I made it myself, thank you very much,” He looks in between the twosome, “What’ll it be?”

“Ooh uh,’ Jennifer taps her lip with her green painted nails, ‘hmm.”

Natasha crosses a knee in silence, “There are a lot of options.”

“Well?” Bruce impatiently urges his cousin to pick.

Jennifer lowers the paper, fingertips spread as they tap each other, “What else do you have?”

“What do you mean, ‘what else’? I have what's on the sheet,” he gestures, sitting on the edge of the table.

“It's just. It's quirky, cousin.”

“What's quirky about it?”

“Natalia!” Romanoff hears her mother lecture as she passes through, doing her best version of dusting from beyond the grave, “That table is a priceless gift from the Czar and not to be sat on!”

“Bruce?” Natasha rubs her temple.

“Yeah, what?” he looks over his shoulder.

“The table...”

He blinks.

She shuts her eyes as her mother goes off in Russian and answers quickly, “We have other furniture meant to be sat in.”

“Okay, okay!” Bruce stands, cautiously pressing the air as if the gesture will calm Natasha.

Her mother nods and continues through the next wall.

“I'm thinking,’ Jennifer looks upward toward the ceiling, ‘steak.”

“Steak,” Banner’s eyebrows lift.

“Yes. And mashed potatoes. Not from the bag.”

“That's not on the menu.”

“No, but that's what I want,” she smirks.

“Uh huh…That’s nice,’ Bruce takes his page back in a huff, ‘seriously?!”

“Seriously.”

Elaine throws her hands into the air, “Who spoiled HER? Natasha?! You go find the inheritance money and split it with Bruce.”

“Bruce will get mine when I,” Susan swipes a finger across her neck.

“You've been dead for years, Sue! Your money was divided up and given to the children years ago!” Elaine glares.

Susan's eyes widen, “What do you mean ‘dead’?! Who's dead?! Is my ex dead?”

“YES!”

“Finally! I should've shot him years ago.”

“SUSAN! So are YOU!”

...Read the Rest

[hurtspideyparker]

What do you think about Marvel's move bringing back RDJ but now as Dr. Doom. I just wondered how this would affect Peter...

At first I was like OH MY GOD ROBERT DOWNEY JR. because I just adore! him! And of course I would love him back in Marvel, cuz I'm a sap and RDJ as Tony Stark revolutionized superhero cinema. Also "new mask same task" and striking the Tony Stark T pose? Legendary stuff.

Then I actually thought about the implications and the character, and I'm just not a fan. Bringing Downey back as anyone but Tony Stark is really weird, and doesn't make sense. Feels like an insane Tony Stark+Dr. Doom plot, which they made up just to get RDJ back cuz he's the money maker. Plus Dr. Doom deserves a new unique actor, especially a Romani one. I do love Dr. Doom as an MCU villain though, if he is cast properly. If they were gonna bring a Tony variant into the MCU make him a TONY variant, using Dr. Doom isn't it. Although under different circumstances I'd love to see more of RDJ as an antagonist, he's an incredible actor (his 1998 film US Marshalls started a fire in me for him to play more villains).

ANYWAYS - ignoring all the negative stuff, let's talk about Peter Parker!

I'd like to imagine a scene where Peter is fighting Doom - he's using his usual quips, being silly. He thinks it's just another day, another villain. Doom is incredibly strong and it's a tough fight, but Peter just manages the perfect hit to tear Doom's mask off.

Then he hesitates.

While scarred and cruel, the sight is still unmistakably familiar.

"Tony?"

Doom doesn't waver, he strikes Peter with deadly and immediate force in his moment of weakness.

Peter goes flying backwards, smashing through glass and brick.

He's hurt, badly, lying still on the floor beneath Doom. Bloody and torn Doom leaves him there, a pitiful and easily distracted kid. He doesn't know what he said, nor does he care. Von Doom just squashed a bug.

Left alone, Peter suffers from the ache in his body, the hit to his ego, and the biggest question - what did he see?

He questions whether he was drugged, or having a stress-induced hallucination. It doesn't make any sense for this to catch up to him in the middle of a battle. That's usually when he's most focused and level headed.

Sure, he used to see Mr. Stark. In billboard models with goatees, in the kind smile of a professor, in the corner of his eye when walking down the street. He never thought it was really him though, and it's been years since he's been struck so painfully with memories of his old mentor.

This, this is completely different. He stared right at Tony's face as clear as day.

Maybe Peter drags himself to the nearest hero. Still bloody and bruised, but he has to tell someone what he saw. Who is there? Who can he call? Hawkeye? Bruce Banner? Daredevil? They may not know Peter Parker, but he's still Spider-Man. He has a big name, and I'm curious who's taken notice.

Personally, I'd kill to finally get a Spider-Man and Fantastic Four team up in theatres. With the FF movie coming out and Doom being a big nemesis to the team I'm really hoping we get some Fantastic Four and Avengers interactions.

Anyways. Peter warns them, or does research on his own. He obsesses over this Doctor Doom.

Fast forward, maybe Doom and Peter work together against another evil, or Doom's own invention. Or maybe they're just near each other enough to get to know one another.

Doom and Stark do have some things in common, and I think that would strike a chord in Peter. Doom is an intellectual, a scientist, he's a self-absorbed perfectionist.

Doom commends Peter on his genius, his capabilities. Offers him a deal to join him and put his brain to good use. It would hit too close to home for Peter. A kid who wanted nothing more than to be like Tony Stark, to be strong and intelligent. To have his old mentor look at him and acknowledge his effort.

It messes with Peter's head and brings up his unresolved issues with Tony. It makes him sick.

Peter Parker got erased, and now it's like he's reliving his youth and trauma in some twisted and dark remake.

Maybe there's something bigger at play here. Maybe someone is haunting him, torturing him.

Laughing at him.

[4shtronomy]

Fic's Background ships

to mmake up the fact I couldn't update I'll list the ships that'll be in the background at some point of the story!

ROMANTIC (BACKGROUND)

Bucky/Steve

Reed/Sue

Betty/Ned

One sided crush of Flash to spider-man (for the crack guys)

FRIENDSHIPS (All bcs I couldn't tag them all)

Peter and:

all the AcaDec team ( -flash before his redemption arc)

Bruce Banner

Steve Rogers

The Hulk

James Barnes

Wanda Maximof

Thor

Loki

Natasha Romanov

Clint Barton

Michelle Jones

Matt Murdock

Wade Wilson

Sam Wilson

Scott Lang

Shuri

Frank Castle

Jessica Jones

Danny Rand

Luke Cage

FF (fantastic 4)

Harry Osborn (childhood mostly)

Mary Jane (childhood mostly)

Aunt May

Ned Leeds

(And more that I'll keep adding bcs I forget)

[doctorstrangereview]

0086: Marvel Feature #3

Cover Date: June 1972 On-Sale Date: January 18, 1972

The third installment of The Defenders finally gives a them they're own villain. He's not an original, but his previous appearances were pre-FF #1 so he's almost an original. The Defenders move onto their own title making this the last written by Roy Thomas and drawn by Ross Andru. Doc will start new solo adventures in Marvel Premiere soon as well. What does our final Defenders in Marvel Feature story have in store for us?

We begin with the capsule Castor and Pollux 1 returning to Earth. (Castor and Pollux are half-brother twins who, collectively, are know as Gemini.) Among those awaiting the capsule's return is General Thunderbolt Ross who's pitching in because the Hulk is on a break and being quiet. General Ross provides a bit of exposition telling us that something odd happened while the astronauts were in space. On a spacewalk, one of the astronauts encountered a white mist and then radio contact was lost.

The flashback ends and the capsule is heading to the ocean when suddenly a whirlpool appears, sucking the capsule underwater. Fortunately this is a great way to draw one of our trio into the story. Namor happens to be nearby. He follows the capsule down. Awaiting the capsule is a giant octopus that Roy calls a squid. Ross should have looked at more encyclopedias.

Namor returns the capsule to the awaiting shift and expresses his displeasure at having to harm a sea creature to rescue the land-lubbers.

This causes unreasonable anger in sailors aboard who decide "let's deck the dude who single-handedly rescued our guys!" This doesn't go too well for the sailors and Jim Wilson, a Hulk buddy, threatens Namor who mostly laughs it off. The astronauts exit from the capsule with attitudes.

Namor leaves and the newsies start taking lots of photos. The astronauts announce these are their last official pics. All of the photos fail to develop. The astronauts resign and almost instantly cut a deal for a TV show.

The show is unimaginatively called The Astro-nuts and appears to be some kind of children's show. One of the features is Xemnu from the magic planet.

The scary looking word balloon clues us into the fact that there is more going on here than we are being shown. Next we see a home viewer who says it's hokey, but he's compelled to watch it. The show continues with a bunch of childish antics. We see General Ross watching the show with Jim Wilson who both consider it rubbish. Jim splits. He has suspicions. He doesn't know how to contact Bruce so he heads to Doc's pad. Ross draws it a bit better this time.

Jim has an unpleasant encounter with his cab driver which is promptly sorted by Doc. He seems to have been standing nearby.

Doc's TV happens to be tuned to The Astro-nuts. Wong was watching it. Jim explains about the compelling nature of the show.

At the show, one of The Astro-nuts is having some buyer's remorse about the show while his partner in crime reminds him how rich they're going to be. Just the, Jim Wilson and "The Hulk" enter the studio with Hulkie expressing a desire to "make the world see he's not as bad as they think." Not a sterling endorsement, but we'll take what we can get. Once the deal is settled, Jim and "Hulk" fly out of there on Doc's cloak. Yup, "Hulk" was Doc in disguise. He's still good at that illusion thing.

It's four weeks later, the time when Xemnu promised to take all the little kiddies back to the magic planet with him. The Astro-nuts has had the heck merchandised out of it. The former astronauts are getting rich and Xemnu is now present at a rocket launch along with Jim Wilson and the Hulk-disguised Doc. Doc isn't feeling too good and it's more than just the strain of maintaining the illusion.

Bruce Banner happens to be walking past a shop with a TV playing the live broadcast and sees the Hulk-disguised Doc. This doesn't please him and Bruce releases his inner jolly green giant.

Real Hulk heads to the cape while Xemnu shows his real colors. Xemnu has acquired Pied Piper powers.

A senator's kid is affected by Xemnu which means it's time for people to get involved. Doc drops his disguise to face Xemnu.

Xemnu protects himself with a psychic shield, but Doc was able to peer into his mind for a moment. We flash back to Xemnu's appearances in Journey into Mystery, reprinted in Monsters on the Prowl. Xemnu's weakness is a mirror. Xemnu was turned into a gas which drifted back to his home world. The planet was lifeless because of a germ and the Xemnu cloud headed back into space where it encountered the astronauts. Doc is struck down by Xemnu, but manages to call out to Namor who wrecks the rocket. Namor attempts to take out Xemnu, but fails. The astronaut not possessed by Xemnu attempts to take him out, but is killed when crushed in Xemnu's claw.

The real Hulk arrives and Xemnu attempts to take him out, but his blasts are less effective against the green giant and he keeps coming. Hulk beats on Xemnu until he once again turns into a gas cloud. Doc believes he knows why Hulkie won.

The military personnel surround the Hulk making him less happy than a moment ago. The Hulk stomps on the ground causing all the gun-wielding dudes to fall. Namor reappears and the two depart, promising never to answer Doc's summons again. We know how well that will work!

Doc then skirts the whole consent thing by making everyone present forget the events. He tells Jim "The children will always survive, for in the long run, what else is there?"

This is something of an improvement over the previous issue. Gathering the three heroes seems more plausible. Resurrecting Xemnu (who was called The Hulk in his original appearances) while not a masterstroke, was clever and even more clever was incorporating his history. The appearances pre-date FF #1 and this is an early example of Atlas era story bleeding into modern Marvel continuity. Bill Everett returns to ink Ross Andru's pencils and does a better job than in Marvel Feature #1. His hand seems steadier and the lines sharper. It's a big improvement and closer to Sal Buscema's inks from the prior issue. I wonder what went through Bill's head inking his creation drawn by another artist?

Not being a Doc villain, Xemnu manages to keep the cast better balanced, but the Hulk could have had a larger role. It's a perfectly serviceable story. The Defenders get their own official title and followed by book length solo stories for Doc. Things are looking up!

[sambucky4everlark]

WELL, FUCKING FINALLY!!!!

If we had one more non-white male character with no romantic plot or even a mention of a romantic partner/interest I'd be mad as hell.

And no, I'm not saying that every character needs to have romance in its story, but the way Marvel always stretch to give a white man a love interest while they rarely make the effort to do the same with most of the few poc characters drives me crazy.

No but seriously:

Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Bruce Banner, Thor, Scott Lang, Peter Quill, Stephen Strange, Peter Parker, Bucky Barnes, Loki, Ikaris, Druig, Dane Whitman, Clint Barton, Steven Grant(Marc Spector) and Matt Murdock.

These are all the white male main characters from the mcu. Now guess how many of them has/had a romantic interest. If you guessed ALL OF THEM you are absolutely correct!!

Now the poc:

T'Challa, Sam Wilson, Shang-Chi, Phastos, Gilgamesh, Kingo and now Nick Fury.

...

This list is so ridiculously short that makes me want to add Rhodes and M'baku on it, but it's supposed to be a main character list so it wouldn't be fair. Anyway, guess how many of those have a romantic interest!

Exactly 4 out of 7!! And in case you're wondering those four are T'Challa, Phastos, Fury and Gilgamesh (even though some people don't consider him because he and Thena weren't an "explicit" couple Angelina Jolie confirmed that it was a romantic relationship).

I know it's kinda unfair to ask for more romance when we need more poc characters first, but it really pisses me of that the only few times Marvel decided that a character didn't need a partner was when said character wasn't white.

Like, c'mon, they'd go out of their way to give us some weird-ass couple like this

or this,

and this,

but they can't even simply mention that Shang has a girlfriend or a crush or fucking something!!

I mean, ffs for them is easier to create a love story to Vision and Drax who are literally a robot and an alien!! And it's not that I don't like their stories, I actually love them, it's just that I can't believe thay can do that but they can't get Sam a date or something like that.

And it doesn't need to happen only with main characters, like, how much would have costed to put an extra on set when Rhodes fell during civil war and say it was his wife??

Of course I would prefer a relationship better developed than the examples I gave, but the fact that they don't even did this shallow shit it's pretty alarming to me. It just shows how they don't really see poc characters as true characters but simply as demands to be attended so they can claim they support diversity inclusion.

[mischief-and-tea-by-the-sea]

For the A-Z ask game: I, M, N

I - Has Tumblr caused you to stop liking any fandoms, if so, which and why?

Well, I could say that Tumblr made me hate Supernatural, but to be honest, Supernatural (the writers and most of the actors) made me hate it. I'm trying to think of other fandoms I might have liked until Tumblr changed my mind. I know that there are fandoms I never had anything to do with and Tumblr made me never want to have anything to with them - Homestuck, ummm - Nightvale, probably a lot of others. I have a really extensive filter list on here of stuff I don't need to see endless posts of on my dash.

M - Name a character that you’d like to have for a friend.

Yikes. Just one? Tony Stark, definitely. Loki, obviously. Bruce Banner. Emma Frost, DEFINITELY. Bucky Barnes, Bobby Drake, Kurt Wagner, Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton. Outside of Marvel, Rimble (from Zohra Greenhalgh's novels), Barlimo (same), Mercy Thompson (Patricia Briggs' novels), Colin Shea (What's Your Number), Eddie Munson and Steve Harrington (Stranger Things) - so many others, but I'll stop there.

N - Name three things you wish you saw more of in your main fandom (or a fandom of choice).

More love for Tony Stark (or at the least, less hate - or at least, people tagging their hate in a way that I could filter it out).

A lot more domestic, fluff, and heavy comfort fics.

Less (to no) fucking hate for m/f ships, ffs. Please.

A-Z Ask Game

[steves-on-a-plane]

Of Tea and Tenacity

Words: 627 Pairing: Bruce Banner x Reader     Warnings: N/A            Summary: Reader has been lying about liking herbal teas and Bruce has been lying about liking a painting in the hall. The only thing they’re not lying about is loving each other. 

Lavender and Chamomile. That’s what Bruce Banner, the love of your life smelled like. That’s what his hundred and fifty count purple sheets smelled like. Purple was his favorite color and tea was his favorite drink. He was currently steeping a cup of something that contained beetroot, hibiscus petals and carrots. It tasted like dirt but smelled deceptively sweet and fruity. Bruce placed a freshly made mug at your elbow.

“Mm, my favorite.” You lied.

“I knew you’d say that.” He laughed. “That’s why I got you something different to try.”

“Oh? Something that taste like rocks instead?” You asked picking up the mug. You sniffed at it cautiously, but you knew smell wasn’t everything when it came to tea.

“How would you know what rocks taste like? You know what, never mind.” He shook his head. “The guy at the shop promised me this taste just like banana bread.”

“Now banana bread is a flavor I can get behind.” You braced yourself for the worst as you brought the mug up to your lips. There was still a hint of that grassy earth taste that came with teas, but above that were certainly hints of banana, almonds, walnuts. It was probably the best tea you’d ever had.  “This is amazing!”

“I know you’ve been pretending to like my usual stuff, so I thought we’d give something else a try.” He explained before drinking from his cup. “I’m just sorry it took me this long to realize you’ve been fake enjoying the tea. Makes me wonder if there’s anything else you’ve been fake enjoying…” You nearly choked on your tea when you realized what he was implying.

“Just because I don’t like your tea, doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy…other activities.” You promised. “I’m sorry I lied about liking your dirt water.” You teased him. You put down your mug and stepped away from the desk you’d been working at. “I did it because I love you.”

“I’m sorry I made you feel like you had to lie about liking my dirt water.” He laughed, slipping his arms around your waist.

“I forgive you.” You smiled. “I wouldn’t have suffered through drinking that stuff the past six months for just anyone and I would have suffered forever if it made you happy.”

“I never want anyone to suffer because of me.” Bruce said, very seriously.

“Ditto, Sweetheart.” You assured him. “So from now on we’ll confess to each other even the little things that bother us. I won’t lie about liking your tea and you don’t have to lie anymore about liking that poodle painting my mother sent us.”

“I really hate that poodle painting.” Bruce confessed. “I mean whose poodle is it? Why is it in Renascence garb? And why did your mother insist on sending it to us? All her note said was ‘It’s an aesthetic.’ What the hell does that mean?”

“I don’t know!” You laughed. “But I really appreciated you pretending all this time that you like it. Especially when she asked you about it last month.”

“Does this mean we can take it down?” He asked.

“Of course. I just wanted to see how long you were going to continue giving it shifty side eyes in the hallway before you asked. I was thinking we could replace it with that Monet print we bought on vacation?” You suggested.

“Monet it is.” He agreed. “Any other grievances you’d like to air in this moment?”

“Yes actually.” You confessed with a mischievous grin. “I’d like to address a grievance about the bedroom. Specifically, that we’re not in it right now.”

“Well that my dear, can quickly be changed.” Bruce swept your legs out from under you, carrying you bridal style to the bedroom.

[leavemeslowly]

big congrats to the fanfic writers who wrote 1940s Steve losing his virginity to an original female character

[pierre-reads-comics]

Fantastic Four (1961) #12 — Stan Lee, Jack Kirby

Wow, actually feel a bit lost. Banner originally had to readminister gamma rays on himself to turn into the Hulk?

Was Banner getting angry as a trigger turning into the Hulk not a thing at the character's inception? Crazy.

[panels-of-interest]

Hulk vs. She-Hulk.

[from The Incredible Hulk (1962) #282]

[comicsiswild]

New Fantastic Four (2022) #2

[marvelsbanner]

Help from a friend

summary: Tony and Bruce are stuck on a project- so Bruce calls up an old friend for some help. Aka Tony meeting Bruce’s pretty Doctor friend and being a shameless flirt.

pairing: Tony Stark/Iron Man x fem!reader

warnings: minor language, suggestive language, and innuendos

word count: ~1300

A/N: Reblogs, likes, and comments are always appreciated! <3 All mistakes are my own! This is split in two parts, part 2 will have smut but feel free to stop here if you’re not comfy with that.

**i don’t own marvel** **not my gif**

Bruce and Tony had been working on a project in the lab for a week now. They hadn’t told the team- Tony was keeping it a secret because he knew they wouldn’t be okay with it but he also knew that he was doing the right thing. A suit of armor around the world- his vision, his Ultron.

They had access to all the tech that they needed, two kids in a candy shop, but it wasn’t as simple as they were originally hoping it would be. Apparently, much to Tony’s dismay, having 7 PhD’s didn’t actually make you a master at everything science related. “Then what the hell was it for, Bruce? Just to look smart, like when I wear fake glasses for interviews?”

After getting close to a breakthrough and being shut down again for what seemed like the millionth time, the two men sagged down on the floor in frustration.

“I have a friend-“ Bruce began.

“A friend? Since uh- when” Tony interrupted.

“Acquaintance. Coworker? Whatever,” he held up his hands in mock surrender.

“Doctor y/l/n. This is her speciality, she might be able to help us get somewhere with this. I’ve done a few favors for her, I’m sure she wouldn’t mind returning one.” He said, running his hands roughly over his face.

“Yeah whatever, call your lady doctor friend, i’m ordering Indian, do you want Indian?” Tony rambled, standing up and stretching his back.

“On one condition,” Bruce shot back.

Tony looked up and raised an eyebrow, “Oh? And tell me what that might be, oh green one.”

“No funny business,” Bruce said, unamused.

“Oh don’t worry, i’ve been told i’m not very funny.” he shot back.

“Yeah, I know, i’m the one who told you that. Seriously, she holds a lot of respect among that group and if I bring her here just to have you trying to get in her pants with your god-awful pickup lines i’ll never be able to live it down. So just please, please promise me? You’ll keep it professional?” he pleaded to his friend.

Tony lifted up three fingers, “Scouts honor” he said with a wink before walking out of the lab.

-

The following morning Tony was already up and working in the lab, blaring his AC/DC music and drinking his first of what would be many cups of coffee that day when the sound of laughter roused him from his thoughts.

He lowered his music until it was almost off, moving his head to look towards the lab entrance and his eyes nearly popped out of his head.

Bruce and his Doctor friend, Doctor.. Doctor.. God he needed to pay more attention when Bruce was speaking- were walking through the door, laughing at some joke he missed.

She was gorgeous, dressed in heels that did WONDERS for legs with a button up blouse and a short skirt with her lab coat over top.

“Tony this is Doctor y/l/n. Doc, Tony.” Bruce introduced, gesturing between the two. Tony reached out to shake her hand enthusiastically, “Doc, good to have you. Wow, I wish Bruce looked as good as you did in a lab coat” he said with a wink.

Bruce shot him a look to kill while she only looked amused, “Funny, Bruce is usually the eye candy at the lab” she said, giving said doctor a teasing nudge with her elbow.

“Hah-hah. Well, go ahead and set up, Doc. We’ll show you what we’re working with so far.” Bruce said, moving aside to give her space and grabbing Tony by the elbow to drag him to the side, “Tony, you promised” he pleaded. “Well, yeah, that was before I knew she was hot so in my mind that contract is null and void” he replied, twisting out of Bruce’s grasp and waltzing over to where she was swiping through data.

“So, Doc- you’re awful young to be a Doctor, aren’t you? Seriously, you don’t look a day over 20.” He said, flashing his playboy smile.

He heard Bruce smack his hand to his forehead.

“Maybe i’m young, or maybe you’re just old” she retorted, not even looking up from the screen.

He turned to Bruce and dramatically fake swooned, mouthing “I’m in love” before turning his attention back to her and clearing his throat.

“I’m not that old I swear, the grays are just from stress.”

“The wrinkles too, I’m assuming?” She fires back with a raised brow. He heard Bruce try and fail to mask a laugh as a cough.

“Ouch, you wound me Doc. Truly, you wound me. You’re gonna send this old man into cardiac arrest. Bruce, what’s the time? I think I’m flatlining.” He called out dramatically.

“Oh god I killed Tony Stark, whatever am I to do?” She said with mock horror.

“Well, I think a suitable repayment would be allowing me to take you out to dinner.” Tony replied as Bruce groaned, slapping his forehead with his palm again.

“Wow smooth. Not even ten minutes in- I had a little more faith in you than that, Stark. Bruce, I owe you a twenty.” She said, shaking her head.

Tony whipped his head around to his friend with a scowl. “You bet on me? Oh come on Brucie that’s low, aren’t you supposed to be my best friend?”

Bruce had a smirk on his face as he replied, “I can be your best friend and acknowledge that you’re a pompous ass, sometimes. Most of the time, actually-“

“Yeah yeah I get it, I’m awful. I’m an awful friend that also let’s you sleep here, eat here, use my lab and all my tech- most of which I designed myself by the way,”

“Ladies, ladies, I hate to break up the lover’s quarrel, I really do, but I think I see where you were going wrong with the data” she interrupted, barely able to hide her amusement. The boys quickly composed themselves and went around to her side to listen to her findings. Tony spent more time staring at her moving lips and cleavage than listening to her, but he was able to get the gist of it.

-

9 hours. It took 9 hours for her to do what the two scientists had struggled to do for weeks. Tony didn’t know if he should feel stupid, impressed, or turned on- but he was currently a mixture of the three.

She had been incredible, she had a fiery attitude and mouth of sass that paralleled his own but she had knowledge to match Bruce. She moved with purpose, and he watched her at every opportunity he could- even earning an elbow from Bruce on two occasions for staring too long.

She helped them find where they were going wrong and helped them to recode the programs, and by the end of the night Ultron was set to start downloading and be finished within 48 hours.

“Oh don’t be too hard on yourselves, boys. Not all of us can be geniuses, some of us were just put on this Earth to look pretty.” she teased.

“Aw Brucie, did you hear that? She thinks we’re pretty.” Tony said sarcastically.

“Yeah well, she also called us idiots but you focus on whatever you please, Tony.” Bruce shook his head and turned to thank Doctor y/l/n before apologizing and excusing himself out to where Natasha and Steve were needing his help.

“So, man of iron. Tomorrow, pick me up at 7. Look nice, maybe trim some of those grays that are peaking out.” she said teasingly.

Tony had to stop himself from doing a double take. “7? And when exactly did I agree to doing anything at 7 tomorrow, doctor?” He replied, faking indifference.

“Well I still need to repay you for almost killing you with my attitude earlier. Don’t tell Bruce though, I’d never hear the end of it from him.” She grabbed her things and made her way to exit the lab when he called out “I don’t even know where you live”

“I’m sure you’ve got the tech to figure that out.” she replied, still looking straight ahead. She had reached the entranceway of the lab when she swiftly turned to say “You can pick the venue. Wear something nice.. or nothing at all. Your pick.” And with a wink, she was gone, leaving Tony gobsmacked with his jaw on the floor.

part 2

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Valentine’s Day (Prompts)

Request: Anonymous:  #10 & #1 from the Valentine's day prompts with Tony Stark please. I was thinking of something similar to the Nat & Bruce scene in age of ultron. Like Tony & the reader are teammates both like each other

“Will you be my valentine?”

“What is a girl like you doing in a bar on valentine’s day?“ 

Pairing: Tony Stark x Fem!Reader

Summary: After the events that transpired during the Chitauri Invasion of New York you couldn't take it anymore and chose to go your own way, like the other Avengers. Now three years later you are reunited, but there are too many hidden feelings between you and Tony. (Based on the sequence from Avengers: Age of Ultron, during the party).

Warnings:  Flirting, Angst.

Word count: 3290

A/N: Sorry for my spelling and grammatical mistakes, English is not my native language, I am learning.

It could be said that you would never know what the word majesty means if you didn't go to a party hosted by the "Genius, Billionaire, Playboy, Philanthropist", Tony Stark, at his Tower. There was no other situation in the world that better described the splendor that your eyes could discover there, or at least that was what they used to talk about in the social environment to which he belonged.

It had been hard weeks of work, and surely the next weeks were going to be even harder, so there was no better excuse to revive the social life than to organize a small party among friends on Saturday night, that's what Tony had called it, although it was far from being small, and most of the attendees you didn't even know. It wasn't that you weren't sociable, well, actually that wasn't the best word to define you, but what you couldn't get rid of were all those thoughts about the events that happened the last time the whole team had met.

It had been three years since you were all together, you knew that something big was about to happen, otherwise you would not be there again, you would have continued your life away lost somewhere in Indonesia hoping to find peace and tranquility after the Chitauri invasion, but you would never refuse to return when someone asks for your help again. Besides, seen in another way, going back to meet them does not always bring negative consequences.

"[...] I fly up to the general's palace, drop him at his feet and say 'Boom, were you looking for this?" laughter began to erupt around you, as Rhodes smiled proudly at the story he had just told.

You on the contrary showed a small smile trying to interact with the people around you, but you had barely paid attention to his words, your thoughts were elsewhere, even so, you realized that your martini must have evaporated, because your glass was completely empty. You got up from the sofa, keeping your eyes fixed on a bar that was waiting to offer you the best alcoholic beverages you had ever tasted in your life. You assumed that if you were going to have fun that night, it wasn't going to be possible without a little help from inside your body.

"What is a girl like you doing in a bar on valentine's day?" Tony's words caused you to look up from behind the bar and your eyes fell on his.

"I guess drown my sorrows in alcohol," you arched an eyebrow with a small sideways smile and refilled your martini glass.

"I'm sure you'd find a better way to drown your sorrows," Tony's voice grew darker, opening the doors to the game he was best at, but you were no slouch either.

"Possibly, but alcohol knows best how to deal with me," you raised your glass to your lips and sipped some of its contents, "I'm not an easy girl to fight with."

"Then I think you're in the right place," Tony mimicked your gesture, draining the contents of his glass, propitiating a smile on your lips.

"I'll keep that in mind," you said lowering your seductive tone ending the encounter, as you watched Rhodes approach you, you just gave him a smile and walked out of the bar back into the crowd.

You knew what Tony was like, during the time you had shared with him he had shown you each one of his multiple and multifaceted facets, which as he continually acknowledged were "Genius, Billionaire, Playboy, Philanthropist". On more than one occasion he tried to delve into the Playboy one, but time and time again he fell flat, for as you had said you were not a woman to deal with easily, nor could you yourself deal with yourself. Besides, there was the fact that you were totally opposite people, but very similar, in terms of character, and during the time you spent together a very peculiar relationship was generated between you, that few of those present would know how to describe.

You crossed that large room contemplating around you, everyone seemed to be enjoying a pleasant evening, you realized that it was the first time you associated those people with a calm situation, no surprise appearance of enemies, no screams and people fleeing through the streets fearing for their lives, only music, laughter and gestures of happiness complemented with a few glasses of alcohol. You felt the need to do the same, let yourself go and enter that parallel world, but something inside you prevented you from doing so, it was like a feeling that something was about to happen, so you opted to look for a door to the outside and enjoy the peace and quiet that your solitude, along with your martini, could offer you.

The night breeze of New York City at 1138 feet was a breath of fresh air, never better. Manhattan lay at your feet, but your eyes had no intention of looking down, on the contrary, they looked up, for you could almost touch the universe just by reaching up. Everything you'd ever wanted was up there, slinging the stars, allowing you to escape this world and discover so much more, and you'd known for years that more than one danger lurked there.

"Nice," Rhodes' presence caused your thoughts to drift away for a while.

"What's nice?" you asked quizzically, watching his figure approach you.

"Seeing that there's still love left on Valentine's Day," he stood beside you in the middle of that wide 90th floor terrace that surrounded the building.

"What do you mean?" you frowned oddly, circling the glass in your hands, but the gesture Rhodes made reminded you of the conversation with Tony. "Oh, no, no, no, that...we were joking. You know how Tony is."

"I know, I know how Tony is," Rhodes affirmed with a nod. "He was worried, when you disappeared off the map."

"I know," you said with a breath in your voice.

You hadn't really been entirely frank in telling your story, after the events in New York, you had taken the option of abandoning your complicated past life and running away, on the one hand feeling like a coward, but on the other hoping to start from scratch. The connection with Tony had been strangely special, and maybe the events affected you more because of his almost possible death, so when everyone chose to go their own way you did too, trying to disappear from the face of the earth, Indonesia was the best thing that happened to you. Eventually you discovered that Tony had made every effort to contact you, until after a few months he succeeded in doing so, thus generating an unpleasant misunderstanding between the two of you, coming to the conclusion that you had no intention of returning. But now there you were.

A new presence made Rhodes turn away from you and go back the same way he had come, but not before offering a little tap on Tony's shoulder. In his hands he brought two new glasses, this time of champagne and with a smile, the one that could get on your nerves, he approached you and offered it to you.

"Rumor has it, I make you nervous," he said raising an eyebrow and tilting his head.

"Excuse me?" you added in the same tone of voice he was putting on.

"You know, you disappeared when the conversation had gotten interesting," he took a sip from his champagne glass.

"Well, it didn't take you too long to find me either," you mimicked him, "If I had wanted to run away from you it would have taken you a lot longer to find me."

"I'll have to agree with you there," you looked down at the floor with a smile and set the glass down on a high glass table, to put his bow tie, which was completely crooked, back on properly. "Will you be my valentine?"

"Are you flirting with me Mr. Stark?" you frowned and subtly brushed the right side of his neck with the tip of your finger, causing a small spark to appear through the touch, making evident the little capacity you had in those moments of your powers. But that subtle gesture only intensified Tony's smile.

"Is it that obvious?" the tone of arrogance perched in his voice, at the same time he stroked the spot where you had given him the slight shock. "As obvious as I make you nervous."

At times that self-assurance could drive you crazy, at others it could drive you mad, on this occasion, both were fighting equally. You didn't know if it was because of the numerous martini glasses that were running through your blood, or because he was more attractive than you remembered him, or because that perfume was igniting your insides, but his powers of attraction were driving yours crazy. You felt the electromagnetism inside you seem a bit out of control, and that made you slow down that situation.

"Subtlety is not really something that goes with you," you said trying to show indifference to his words while you took the glass of champagne in your hands again and turned your face away from his, making a gesture to leave again. You felt a little annoyed with yourself for showing that you couldn't control the situation as well as he could.

"That's true, I'm not subtle," his tone also changed as he contemplated your gesture to leave, he took on a bit more seriousness, "I'd rather act up front, with everything, than hide."

"So that's it..." you said smiling bitterly stopping yourself.

The truth is that during the two months you had been back, after your emotional retreat, you hadn't had a single moment of peace to be able to address the issue at hand Tony. The meeting was hardly cold, there was really no time for reunions, as you showed up at the start of a mission to retrieve Loki's scepter in Sokovia, so that was the first time the two of you were alone, and you were using flirting to put up barriers to have a running conversation.

"What?" he played completely clueless, even though you knew perfectly well what he was referring to. "Ah, you mean I didn't decide to run away and hide in some remote location on earth after I nearly vanished in an alien invasion? If that's it, then yes."

You took a breath into your lungs and nodded to yourself taking a long sip from the champagne glass while avoiding looking into his eyes, which were looking really angry for you.

"I don't think this is the best time to have this conversation," you expressed putting the glass back down on the high table.

"Then when?" he raised his arms. "Shall we wait until this new mission is over and you're leaving again? Where is it going to be now? I ask so I don't have to spend seven months running around every corner of the planet. It would be very helpful if you could give me some clue, so I can save some time."

You threw up your hands in complete surrender and headed for the front door to the tower leaving behind you the bitter words coming out of Tony's mouth, you didn't want to start an argument, especially that night. You brought your hand to the knob of the glazed door, but in those moments....

"Jarvis, lock the rooftop exit doors," those words stopped the door from opening, leaving you ecstatic.

"Really?" you exclaimed indignantly looking back at him. "Are you going to stop me from leaving? You know I only have to stroke the glass to bring it all down."

"But you won't," Tony closed the distance to you in three steps, the melody in his voice had relaxed, as had his countenance.

"How are you so sure?" you asked, almost feeling dread at the answer he was about to offer, checking that he was still slowly approaching you.

"Because you know we need this conversation and there won't be a better time than now to have it," he kept his right arm upright holding the cup, while his left was tucked inside his Tom Ford pants, offering you a nonchalant air.

"Okay," you said giving up, and creating with a slight flick of your fingers an electromagnetic force field around him preventing him from coming any closer to you. When Tony noticed he couldn't help but express his amused feelings in a smile.

"Alright," he tilted his face to one side stopping his footsteps. "Fair enough."

"Well, how do we do that?" you asked somewhat confused not knowing what to say or how to start that conversation, it was obvious that those things were just as bad for you as they were for Tony.

"How about...with an apology?" he said unsubtly with a shrug of his shoulders, which elicited a massive gesture of disapproval from you.

"What!" you exclaimed. "Why would I have to apologize to you? I think that's already been settled since you came to Sumba."

"Well... " he put his finger to his lips as if thinking, "The truth is that during our meeting we didn't settle much, on the contrary, I think we complicated things more. Especially if we remember that you threw me with a force field into the Indian Ocean. For that would be one of the things you should apologize to me for. Among many others, obviously."

"I think you'll have to wait with your arms crossed for me to apologize to you," you explained, your tone was quite high. "Besides, I would never have thrown you into the Ocean if it weren't for you trying to block my powers with one of your damn inventions."

"Oh, yeah, thanks for reminding me, you ended up smashing it too," with a swift movement he got rid of the button on the blazer that seemed to depress him. "What about ditching me in the middle of the night at the hotel? That I think hurt a lot more than the wrecking you did to my suit."

Remember what you said about never falling for him? You did fall for him once, when he came looking for you on Sumba Island, but you hardly know how it happened, it was only one night, which you regretted, in part, and you opted to leave as soon as possible to prevent him from invading your mind to force you to return with him to America. But things got complicated when he found you again and the two of you started a stupid battle in the middle of that paradise.

"Oh, please," you said hiding under your palm. "Don't you feel comfortable switching roles? Have a woman be the one to leave in the middle of the night?"

"Not if that woman is you, " he said crossing his arms and stiffening his gesture.

You had both assumed that this conversation was not going anywhere, you were finding that out, your way of being and your character was limiting the possibilities of reaching a middle ground. You plopped down on the glassed-in wall, arms folded like he was in your lap.

"Okay, listen," he began, shoving his hands into his pants pockets, "get rid of this and let's talk face to face."

"I don't think so," you said getting rid of the heels that were grinding your feet silly that night.

"Get rid of the electromagnetic field," he warned again, but you shook it off with your face. "Okay, have it your way."

"What...?"

At that moment you checked as Tony moved steadily forward, approaching the edge of the field, knowing that if he breached it that would cause irreparable damage to his person. The alert went off inside your head you hoped he wouldn't be stupid enough to do it, but that couldn't be said for Tony, he had every intention of doing it. It was a battle you were going to lose, because at the very instant you were a millimeter away from piercing him with your foot you got rid of him, causing a smirk on his face.

"I'd kill you..." you muttered clenching your jaw, Tony smiled without stopping his steps enjoying your anger, which barely allowed you to realize that he was scant inches away from you. "I swear..."

But before you could finish his proximity made you stop your words, causing your lips to brush softly against each other. It wasn't a kiss as such. It was a subtle brush, pausing instantly waiting to contemplate your reaction to the fact. Tony barely moved a millimeter away from you, leaving you cornered between his body and the window, but he stopped his movements waiting for you to start them again. Your heart was racing, you could hear the energy coursing through your veins from one limb to the other, and you needed to take a minute to get yourself under control. He knew it, that's why he was acting that way.

You approached his lips again, keeping your mind completely clear. The warmth and suppleness of his tongue went deep inside your mouth, again feeling his taste mixed with champagne and martini. His body imprisoned yours, making you feel every part of him on you. When his mouth pierced your lips to your neck you tried to mumble something unsuccessfully, almost warning him that it couldn't go any further, but Tony didn't seem to care. He was focusing on rediscovering how every cell inside you tensed as he brushed his tongue against your skin. You brought your hand to the back of his neck, preventing him from separating from you, channeling the energy inside you again with force preventing your body from exploding at any moment, because that was the capacity Tony had when he was on top of you. Both of you were completely absorbed by what was going on around you, that there was a party just a few meters away, and that anyone could discover you sooner or later. That's how a couple of knocks coming from the other side of the glass broke the moment, causing a lapse of your concentration that was attributed by a small sparkle on Tony's tongue.

"Ouch!" he groaned pulling away from you, but again he put on that amused grin. "That was hot, sparky."

You on the contrary looked behind you, running into Bruce's figure somewhat embarrassed that he was the one guilty of breaking the situation you were maintaining, but you also found concern in his gaze.

"I'm sorry... Can we talk for a moment Tony?" he asked pointing to the exit door, "I'm sorry."

"What the hell did you do?" you whispered to Tony, knowing something wasn't quite right, but Tony shrugged it off as if it was nothing to him.

"This better be worth it," Tony said shoving his hands inside his pockets to hide the consequences of the action you had been committing. He turned to you and stroked your bare arm. "I'll be back in two minutes, don't move from here. We have a lot of talking left to do," he winked at you and headed for the door. "JARVIS, enable the doors to the outside of the roof," there was no response. "JARVIS?"

Bruce seemed to understand why that was happening, Tony pulled from inside his jacket a device that controlled his AI, but it didn't seem to show any signs of life either. Tony focused his gaze on Bruce, who seemed to take in what was happening and fear was in his eyes.

"What the hell is going on Tony?"

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