#I Don't Feel So Good Mr. Stark ; Crack

[srslyblvck]

it's okay, tony stark

pairing: tony stark x teen!reader

synopsis: you get dusted after thanos' snap

genre: angst

word count: 0.9k

author's note: did i cry while writing this? yes i did

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ THE WORLD HAD NEVER felt so quiet.

It was a strange, suffocating silence that pressed down on Tony Stark as the battlefield stretched out before him, reduced to rubble, ash, and despair. The wind carried nothing but dust, and in that dust, he could see the remnants of everyone he had fought so hard to save.

He stood there, frozen, as Peter crumbled in his arms.

"Mr. Stark, I don't feel so good," Peter had whispered, fear etched into every syllable. Tony had held him tighter, hoping to keep him here, hoping that somehow, this wasn’t real. But Peter’s body had turned to dust in his hands, slipping away, just like everything else in Tony’s life.

Now, Tony was left holding nothing, his mind still screaming, No, not him. Not Peter.

But it wasn’t just Peter.

From the corner of his eye, Tony saw you—stumbling, your legs shaky, like the very earth beneath you had begun to give way. His heart clenched, a sickening panic rising in his chest.

"Kid," Tony rasped, rushing to you. He dropped to his knees just in time to catch you before you fell. His hands clutched your arms, and then pulled you into his chest, holding you close. "No, not you too. Not you. Please."

You were his family, the one he'd found when the world had been just as dark as it felt now. He remembered that day so clearly—stumbling upon a Hydra base, expecting only weapons or enemies, but finding you. A scared seven-year-old, huddled inside a small cabinet, shaking uncontrollably, clutching a teddy bear that was too worn to offer any comfort. You had flinched when he tried to reach for you, pushing yourself deeper into that small space, as if the shadows could protect you.

"It's okay," he had whispered back then, voice gentle, soft, as if speaking too loudly would break you. It had taken time—God, so much time—but you'd eventually come out, and Tony had made a silent promise. He would protect you, no matter what.

But now, he was failing. Again.

Tony felt your body tremble against him as you fought to stay, to hold on. But you couldn't. He saw it in your eyes, the same way he'd seen it in Peter's just moments before. He couldn't lose you. Not you. Not the kid he raised, mentored, cared for more than he ever let on.

You looked up at him, your face pale, your breaths shaky, and tears welled up in your eyes—tears that you were desperately trying to hold back. Tony knew you didn’t want him to see you break. You didn’t want him to see the fear, because if you broke, then Tony would break too. And he couldn’t. He couldn’t lose you. Not like this.

You offered him a small, fragile smile. A smile meant to comfort him, even though you were the one slipping away. "It's gonna be okay," you whispered, your voice barely a breath. "You’ll find a way... I know you will."

Tony shook his head, his voice cracking as he mumbled, "No, no, no, don't... don't do this." He held you tighter, like somehow holding on would keep you here. "You're gonna be fine. I’ll fix this. I’ll fix everything, just—please." His voice broke into sobs that he couldn’t control.

You lifted a trembling hand to his cheek, wiping away a tear. Your smile faltered, but it didn’t fall. "Tony... it’s okay," you whispered.

You reached up, your hand shaking, and touched his face. Tony’s breath caught in his throat as he felt the warmth of your skin, the way your fingers trembled as if even that small movement was too much.

Tony shook his head violently, his throat burning as he held back the sobs that threatened to tear out of him. "No, don’t... don’t say that. You’re gonna be fine, you hear me? You have to be fine."

But even as he said it, he felt you slipping away. The trembling in your body started to ease, but not because you were calming down. It was because you were fading.

The tears welled in your eyes, but you didn’t let them fall. You didn’t want to cry. You didn’t want to make this harder for him. But Tony could see the truth—you were scared. You didn’t want to die.

You took one last shaky breath, your hand dropping from his face as your body began to dissolve, turning into dust that slipped through Tony’s fingers.

"Please," Tony begged, his voice raw, broken. "Please, don’t go."

But it was too late. You were already gone.

Tony knelt there, in the ruins of the world, staring at the empty space where you had been just moments before. His mind was spinning, his heart torn apart by the loss. First Peter. Now you. The two kids who had given him hope, the ones he’d sworn to protect, were gone. And he had failed.

He pressed his hands to the ground where you had been, his body shaking uncontrollably. The battlefield was quiet again, but this time it was unbearable. It was the silence of everything he had lost, everything he could never fix.

Tony could still hear your voice in his head, the last words you had spoken to him echoing in the hollow space of his heart.

"It’s okay."

But it wasn’t. None of this was okay. You were gone, and he couldn't protect you. He couldn’t stop this, and now you—his kid—were nothing but ash scattered in the wind. The weight of it all—the failures, the loss, the utter powerlessness—was crushing.

Tony buried his face in his hands, shaking uncontrollably. The tears wouldn’t stop, not now. Not when the one person who trusted him, believed in him, was gone.

All those years ago, you had been a broken, terrified child hiding in a cabinet, and Tony had promised to keep you safe. He had failed.

And this time, there was no fixing it.

[winterspiderpurrs]

Frowning, Peter rolled over in bed, eyes still closed, trying to sort out what woke him . Moving to reach down and rub his lower abdomen area. The faint hint of pain was starting to bloom there, and he groans a little. It was a week before his heat was to start. With his senses dialed up, he always started feeling the cramps a week prior.

He cracks his eyes open and sighs. One of the perks of staying at the compound is that he had access to the good pain meds in the clinic they had here. Dragging himself out of bed, sluggishly moving to the dresser to find some pajama pants and a t-shirt to put on.

After they returned from the mission earlier in the night, he showered and just went straight to bed. For once, not even bothering with putting pajamas on. Made sense at the time, but now he regrets it as he has to dress to leave the room. Rubbing at his eyes as he slowly makes the trek toward the clinic in his tired state.

"Peter?"

The voice startles Peter, his eyes snapping up he blinks several times before tilting his head up to stare into the eyes of Bucky.

"Uh... what? I mean..."

Bucky raises an eyebrow and leans against the doorframe of his room. He already glanced around the empty dark hallway before looking back at the tired looking Peter.

" You knocked at my door at...3 in the morning."

Peter blinks slowly at Bucky, moving to rub at his lower abdomen.

" I... I am so sorry. I'm more tired than I thought... I was going to the clinic for some meds, and I... I don't know how I ended up here."

Bucky straightened up and frowned.

" You hurt? I thought you cleared medical after the mission? I have some spare pills in the room, but if you need to check-"

"No! I mean... I'm not injured just... ache? Sore yeah, that's the word. If you could spare a pill, that would be great... I just wanna get back to sleep. "

Peter laughs a little.

Bucky shakes his head.

" Yeah, yeah... let me get it. "

Bucky disappeared back into the room and headed to the bathroom. He moved some bottles around in the medicine cabinet and then found the custom pills that Bruce created for them. He got a pill out and stepped out of the bathroom and froze.

In the time he was in the bathroom, apparently Peter decided to crash in Bucky's bed. There on the bed is Peter, curled up hugging the pillow that Bucky was just sleeping on, eyes closed inhaling giving off a small purring sound.

Bucky retreats to the bathroom and closes the door.

" Friday? Call Steve.. no shit call Stark... no ...fuck... "

" Sargeant Barnes, I would advise that Mr. Stark would be the best course of action. Though I will have him review the footage of Peter leaving his room and coming to yours so he understands that you didn't bring Peter in, but I will alert Mr. Rogers as well with the instruction to not enter til AFTER Boss is in."

Bucky nods slowly. " Yeah.. okay... this is fuckin crazy"

As soon as he heard Peter knock, he should have just sent him away. But he had a soft spot for the beta. And when those big tired brown eyes looked upnat him. He was done for.

Not even 3 minutes has past before Bucky heard yelling.

" I don't care! My pup! Not yours! Peter??"

" Tony be reasonable! You saw the same video. Nothing happened. He was tired and clearly stating he thought he was going to the clinic. Buck was just helping him! "

" I'm sure he LOVES the idea of helping him,"

" What's that supposed to mean!?"

" It means that MY omega Pup, who is barely a week from his heat, is in private quarters with an ex assassin's alpha!"

"Mr. Stark!?"

The bathroom door swing opens, and both Bucky and Steve stare at Peter both stating the same thing.

" Peter is an omega?"

Peter is now sitting up on the bed, hugging the pillow close.

" Oh my god.... I.. I want wanted some pain pills..."

[irondadfics]

Hello! I was wondering if you could find me a/some fics that have a seriously injured or very sick Peter that also have him going to the hospital? Thank you!

here’s some for you! Some are unfinished but still worth checking out

Friendly Fire by JolinarJackson

Finding a careful truce with the government, the “rogue Avengers” are allowed to return to the Compound where they are put under house arrest. Peter coming to spend one week at the Compound during his summer break couldn’t have come at a more inconvenient time as the opportunity to bond a little more with his mentor is overshadowed by a conflict he doesn’t quite understand. When he starts to develop a mysterious medical condition, however, the former team is forced to work together – not just to protect Peter’s identity from the DODC, but also to find the cause for his illness before it’s too late. “He’s my kid,” Tony said, his voice hoarse. “He’s my kid and I failed him.” He covered his eyes and took a few deep, shuddering breaths. “All I ever do is fail him.” Natasha knelt down in front of him and cupped his face in her hands, waiting for him to meet her eyes before she said, “Right now, he doesn’t need you to fix this. He doesn’t need you down here. He needs you over there, in the medbay, by his side.” She thumbed tears from the corners of his eyes and ignored the ones running down her own face. “You haven’t failed him yet.”

A Pair of White Converse by orphan_account

The subway car was quiet. Almost too quiet. Peter’s senses buzzed in the silence. A familiar shiver ran down his spine, and his muscles clenched reflexively. There was danger, his spidey-sense told him that much. But where? Someone sneezed into a tissue before clearing their throat gruffly, and the noise grated in Peter’s over-sensitive ears. A woman in a business suit chattered away on her phone, her voice brusque and commanding. She reminded him of Pepper when she was in a meeting - poised, well-aware of the power she held. Somebody was tapping their nails against the hard plastic of the empty seat beside them in a steady rhythm, almost like a countdown. Tap-tap-tap, tap-tap-tap, tap-tap-tap. ~~~ TRIGGER WARNING: if something about bombs or explosions on trains triggers you, then please don't read. Take care of yourself.

Happy Binky, the big-ass bunny by Bergen

Even Spider-Man had his limits. One of those limits was a fall from over a hundred feet, that left him with a cracked skull, a broken spine and a severely crushed left leg. Spider-Man is recovering and out of the running. But he gets no rest. Because now, Peter Parker is facing his greatest threat so far: his aunt’s new boyfriend, Happy. And everyone says Happy is a good guy. Happy is a good guy. So Peter isn’t sure why the whole thing makes him feel on edge.

That's why they call me mr. fahrenheit by SparrowFlight246

Peter’s on fire. He wakes up fast, and before he even gets the chance to feel the pain, the aches, the dizziness, he feels the heat. It’s all encompassing, a raging inferno blooming from within him and burning him up from the inside out, and god, it— —god, it hurts. - Peter gets whammied by a 24-hour superbug, and Tony’s left to keep him alive until tomorrow morning. It sounds a hell of a lot easier than it ends up being.

If You Should Die Before Me (Reserve Me A Place In Heaven) by Aurealis

Peter is locked in a flooding cave in and Tony tries to rescue him.

How They Perceive You by ephemeralstark

Peter couldn't finish as the doors to the room they were in flew open and a shaky “you can't go in there,” could be heard.  “Hey, Underoos, fancy meeting you in here!” Mr. Stark said cheerfully, although Peter could see the tenseness in his jaw and the hardness in his eyes that made him mentally groan.  “M-Mr. Star’.” Peter mumbled in greeting.  “Mr. Stark, you can't-”  “-be in here.” Mr. Stark said, interrupting Dr. Kat. “I know, they told me, but judging by what I can see here, it’s a good thing I ignored everyone. That won’t work on him.”  “It’s anaesthetic.”  “I know.” Mr. Stark said. “And it won’t work on him, he’s a funky thing, aren’t you Underoos?”  - Peter's lung spontaneously collapses and Happy does the only thing he can - takes Peter to a regular hospital.

Don't You Let Me Go Tonight by edgeofthegalaxy

In which Tony finds himself taking care of a very sick Peter Parker and things are quickly going downhill.

Peter Parker and Peppermint Don't Mix by spidermanstan

“The reaction seems to be in response to peppermint, boss.” Friday supplied. “Peppermint is known to repel spiders, and can be lethal in large quantities.”  Or In which Peter gives Tony and the gang a rather festive health scare on Christmas Eve

Cyanide? In My Shawarma? by losingmymindtonight

Pepper convinces Tony to bring Peter along on his first dinner with the Rogue Avengers since their pardoning. Poor Tony had thought the whole thing was a recipe for disaster before someone decided to shove some cyanide in his food.

Bohemian Rhapsody by Aurealis, orphan_account

It happened on the route to Avengers Compound for training. Now, Tony Stark lives in the fear of losing the one he would die protecting.

five and one by cinnamontoastcronch

Six times Peter Parker finds himself in a hospital.

A Twisted Upheaval by silentsaebyeok

“I’m afraid, Harrison, you’ve awakened a sleeping giant.” Wilson said. “Tony Stark will do anything and everything to protect those he loves. And with your carelessness, it is inevitable that my criminal empire will be brought to its knees. This is your last opportunity, your last chance to get this right. He is on our radar now.” -- The Kingpin runs the criminal underworld. He is the mastermind and the puppeteer. Tony Stark has been trying to find the elusive gangster for years, but with no luck. But then Peter Parker is kidnapped by an agent of the Kingpin’s, revealing the cracks in an otherwise unshakeable organization. Unlikely alliances form and friendships are made as the criminal underworld begins to unravel.

You always get back up (and I'll catch you when you fall) by SuperHeroTiger

Chapter 1: Day 1: Hanging

Peter Parker always gets back up. But sometimes, he falls, and it hurts, and he breaks. Thankfully Tony Stark is always there to help pull him back to his feet...

[stevetonyweekly]

SteveTony Weekly - June 30 - Week 26

Hello, friends! Hopefully you had an amazing week. As a quick note, tomorrow AO3 will be down for a substantial amount of time, so be sure you have your fic needs prepared for that. I’ll be sharing the monthly podfic rec list later in the day to account for that. 

Now here’s this week’s recs! 

*

I don't think there's a manual for this by itsallAvengers

So. His son can stick to things, apparently.

If only Tony had realised this before he'd caught him hanging off the 89th floor of the tower.

Well. Parenting was never going to be a smooth road, was it?

my thoughts: it’s so fluffy. Steve’s exhaustion and panic are spot on for a new parent, and Tony just needs a nap and toddler proof glass. 

Found My Heart Wandering by ItsMayBiTheWay 

The scenery, for lack of better words, is simply breathtaking. The colors of the sunset before him, as he crosses his legs on the wooden pier, reach inside Steve’s sternum and cradle his heart gently, the soft pinks and blues swaying in the sky to create the perfect shade of lilac.

They fill in the cracks like the ancient art of kintsugi, proudly emphasizing all the scars with gold- you are better for all the scars you take, Steven, it shows you have loved, it shows you have lost- it all shows you have lived; instead of wasting your heart away, the voice of his mother repeats.

Backpacking across Europe for inspiration for his upcoming art show after a bad breakup; the last thing Steve expects to find is love.

my thoughts: i love a good meet cute. This was adorable. 

Take the Moment and Taste It by betheflame

“You cannot be serious, Tony! A friendship bracelet.”

Tony Stark grinned up at his business partner from his place bent over the lawnmower engine he was tinkering with. “Aw, Pep, come on. It worked for Travis.”

Pepper pinched the bridge of her nose. “If you honestly want to pattern your love life off of a fanfic come to life, to a straight man, be my guest, but have you considered that you cannot just waltz into a mall and wait in line for a hockey player’s autograph?”

Or, Steve is a closeted hockey player, Tony is a publicly gay fanboy, and the NHL has no idea what's about to hit it.

my thoughts: a Tayvis flavored sportsball AU? What’s NOT to love?? I had a lot of fun reading this one and was sad when it ended. 

it might just have been you by Areiton 

"You have the whole world in front of you, Tony," Steve says, slowly. "When you get off this boat, there's nothing to stop you from living the life you want. If that's as a mechanic with a nice Alpha--you can have that. Just because what you grew up with is trash, doesn't mean that all alphas are. You can still have exactly what you want."

Tony laughs, and it feels brittle, sharp, cutting at his throat as it spills between them. "There aren't nice Alphas, Captain. No one is nice enough to walk away from a billion dollar fortune for someone like me."

"I would," Steve says, and it feels like a confession, like something he doesn't mean to share, and all the more precious for it. 

my thoughts: um. Well, so I wrote this one? But I haven’t read it since I wrote it a year ago and it was a lot of fun to see what happened with these two. Bearded Steve is kinda amazing. 

If The Collar Doesn't Fit by askaniblue 

Subs need to belong to a dom. That's the law and being Captain America doesn't place you above the law. But when Steve shows up to a fight with ugly looking injuries Tony gets worried. Tony starts digging. Of course Iron Man is a switch, everyone knows that, so what does he know about what goes on between doms and subs? And why should Steve listen when Iron Man charges in to his defense? No other dom wanted the contract of an overgrown sub like Steve. Not even Mr. Stark.

My thoughts: i really love the dynamics here and Tony taking care of Steve is everything to me. 

[starkerhowlter]

More Than A Skirt

Ship: starker Rating: Explicit Contains: smut, feminization, heavy degradation, lingerie destruction, pet name use, blowjobs, clothes ripping, praise, calling male parts female terms, Dom/sub undertones, Begging Initial prompt: @starkerfestivals Summer Bingo fill: Feminization Words: 2226 Summary: It's just a skirt, right?

Read Below or on AO3

Thank you so much to @starkerkitty for editing this for me! I mega appreciate you for taking the time to help me out!!!

There's a skirt. 

A turquoise tartan miniskirt is on Peter Parker's side of his and Tony's shared bed.

In their bedroom. 

But it's not his. And he knows it sure as hell isn't Tony's... Without another look at the shocking piece of fabric, he drops his backpack on the floor and rushes back out of the room, the heavy black wood door shutting behind him. He knows Tony told him to prepare for an eventful night, but fuck this wasn't what he had expected.

"Tony?" Peter calls out, walking down the staircase into the too-white living room. "Tony? Where are you?" 

"Mr. Stark is in the lab, shall I let him know you're looking for him, Mr. Parker?" JARVIS replies, his disembodied voice echoing around the room. 

"Uh, no. No that won't be necessary. Thank you, JARVIS." Peter heads down into the lab, finding Tony with a million and one blueprints spread over every surface.

"Where the fuck is it?" He hears the man shout, throwing a book off the shelf. Peter catches it just before it hits his face, setting it on the hood of the sports car.

"Hi?"

The older man bangs his head on the metal shelf, cursing under his breath. "Hi, honey. Sorry for the mess, I lost the manual for the vintage Harley over there and I can't remember what kind of bolt it takes."

"It's over there in the top left drawer of your desk. You put it there when you didn't want to lose it last time." 

"And it's not there, did someone move it? Did I rearrange my desk?"

"I honestly don't know," Tony sighs, turning back into the cupboard, "Um, Tony..." Peter tries, attempting to reroute the conversation, "I found something in our room... I was wondering if you knew where it came from?" 

"The outfit on our bed? I got it for you," the man replies, head still deep inside the cupboard. 

"But Tony, it's--" 

"I know, I thought you might like something different. You mentioned liking things like that in our conversation the other day. Did you not mean skirts?"

"No, no I did. I just didn't expect you to have found one so quickly. What if I don't look good in it?" 

That comment is what finally causes Tony to turn to him. The man crosses to stand in front of him, "You'll look amazing baby, I just know it. You don't have to try it if you don't want to." 

"No! No, I do! I just.. er..." His voice cracks, betraying his nervousness. 

"Go try it on. If you hate it, you never have to wear it again. If you want, there is also a lacy bodysuit that goes with it hanging in the closet."

"A-a bodysuit?" 

"Yes, a body suit." Tony presses a gentle kiss to his forehead and the feeling of his beard calms Peter slightly. "Will you give it a try?"

Peter nods, swallowing. "I will, for you. Do you want to see it?"

"Of course, baby! If you are willing I would love it see you in it. I’m sure you'll look gorgeous! If it helps, I can lock down the house and keep everyone out and it'll just be you and me."

"O-okay. I'll go and uh, go and put it on for you." He steps into the elevator, falling against the white wall. His heart pounds in his chest, anxiety creeping into every last cell in his body. 

He can do this.

Back in their bedroom, Peter slowly removes his clothing from the day. He tosses the articles in the hamper, staring at the body suit hanging on the closet door. The turquoise lace stares back, daring him to try it on. He sighs, removing it from the hanger and stepping into it. He pulls the long lace turquoise sleeves up his arms, adjusting the drop centre so that the laces are tightened accordingly. He sighs, picking up the skirt and sliding it up over his legs. The colours match perfectly, and admittedly, it looks good. He runs his hands over his torso, ruffling his hair. 

"Alright, hopefully I don't let him down."

-----

"Did it fi-- holy fuck…" Tony turns around, eyes roving across Peter’s form, "Look at you." Peter blushes in the doorway to the lab, stacking one foot on top of the other shyly. 

"Is it okay?"

"Okay.... look at you, sweetheart..." Tony approaches him, placing his hands on Peter's hips, "You look so fucking good."

"Th-thank you."

"Now, about the other half of your request, are you still wanting to be called every single pretty name I can come up with?" Peter nods, face and chest flushing a gorgeous pink. "Alright, then... how about we go up to the bedroom, baby girl?"

"M-Mhm" He takes Tony's hand, stepping back into the elevator once again. 

"You don't need to be nervous princess, I'll be gentle with you." Tony runs his fingers over the younger's cheek, kissing him as he cups the boy's cock through the skirt. "Play with your little clit and get you all nice and wet for me? How does that sound?" Tony raises his eyebrow, connecting their lips again.

"P-please!" Peter gasps, his body already reacting to the concept of the older man's promises. 

The elevator dings, and immediately, the duo is rushing down the hall to their bedroom, "Let's do this." Tony purrs. "Onto the bed, pretty thing."

"Gladly." Peter lays back on the black silky sheets, watching patiently as Tony rolls up the sleeves to his band tee, and unbuttons his jeans. "Would you like me to strip?"

"No, I can get at everything I need to quite easily, Princess." He smiles as he runs his fingers up Peter's thighs toward his crotch. "This one should have snaps..." he runs his hand over the smooth panel covering Peter's cock and ass, "Or... I thought it did. Hm."

"Are you sure you don't want me to--" Before he can continue speaking, the sound of ripping fabric meets his ears, "Tony!!! This was new!"

"I'll buy you a new one, kitten. I'm too fucking into you to care at this moment." Tony runs his fingers over Peter's cock, revelling in the gasps slipping from Peter's mouth. "Look at you. Look how much you love me touching your pretty little clit. Can you tell me how much you love it, Peter?"

"I love it so much, Tony, please touch me more," he whimpers, head falling back into the mattress.

"Well, since you can't even say what you love me touching, I think I want to play with your pretty little tits," Tony growls, crawling onto the bed and running his fingers over the younger's nipples through the top. 

The feeling of the lace on his nipples should be overwhelming, but the rough texture burns in the best way, his back arches up against his will, which causes Tony to press more. 

"Fuck, princess, look at you..." he whispers, kissing Peter filthily, licking into his mouth and absorbing all of the desperate moans Peter's letting slip. He's so far gone already, and Tony's barely done a thing. 

"A-ah... Tony, please..." Peter begs, "T-Touch me, please..." 

"Not until you tell me what it's called. Until then why don't you show me how good those pretty lips look stretched around my cock?" Peter moans obscenely, and nods, sliding off the bed. "That's a good girl, so fucking compliant aren't you?" His knees hit the floor as Peter's hand rests on Tony's lower abdomen, and before he can reach into the older man's boxers, Tony lightly taps his hand. 

"Wha--?! You told me to--" 

"Ask." Tony smirks, hand coming to rest in Peter's hair.

"Please?" Peter replies, "Can I... Can I have your cock, Tony?"

"Of course, you can, baby. All you had to do was ask!" He smiles, allowing Peter's hand to sink inside of his boxers and pull it out. "Now, I want you to suck all nice and neat for me, Princess. Can you do that?"

"M-mhmmmmm..." Peter sinks down, slowly, taking the tip of Tony's cock in his mouth. 

"Oh, fuck..."Tony whispers, resisting the urge to fuck into Peter's mouth, "C'mon take it. Just like that, baby girl, take it. Take all of my cock in your pretty mouth. Look'so good like that." The younger does, dragging his tongue along the bottom of his shaft, sinking to the base. He lingers there, enjoying the sounds his husband makes above him. Following the vein along the bottom, he rises back to the tip, "Fuck, Peter, you've gotta stop baby." 

Peter whimpers, sending vibrations down Tony's cock, causing him to shudder and cant his hips. The younger reciprocates, desperately sucking harder. He pulls off with a pop, "What's wrong?"

"I'm gonna cum if you keep doing that, Princess. If you want me to fuck you I need you to stop. Back onto the bed." Tony holds his hand out, helping Peter to stand and regain his footing.

"Can I finger you, baby girl?" Tony asks, confidently. 

"Please!"

"What am I fingering, Peter, can you tell me what it's called?"

"M-my..." He blushes deeply, covering his face with his hands. 

"No, no... none of that..." Tony states, grinding down against Peter as he moves his hands away, "Tell me, Peter, what do you want me to finger?" Before he can answer, Tony has slicked up a finger and pushed it into Peter's waiting hole. 

"Fuck! M-my... fucking hell Tony please!" He gasps, voice cracking with the curses.

"What do you want me to fuck?" Tony asks pushing the finger against his prostate and running the fingers of his other hand over Peter's cock.

"Fuck! My pussy!" He shouts, soft moaning sobs wracking his figure, "Fuck please, Tony, fuck me!"

"As you wish, baby girl." He purrs, pushing in a second finger and shortly after, a third. "Look at you, already soaking wet for me... Such a desperate little slutty baby aren't you?"

"Y-yes! Please, Tony! Please please please!" Peter presses his hips back, trying to take more of Tony's fingers. "Give me your cock please!" The older scientist can't help but smile as he pulls his fingers out and slicks up his cock. 

"Is that what you want? Want me to ruin this pretty pussy for any other man who dares to touch you, Peter?" Peter nods, mutely, hands tangled in the back of Tony's shirt. 

He leans down, connecting their lips as a distraction. As soon as he pushes in, both of them moan. "More, please, Tony!" Peter whimpers, desperately. Tony pushes in more, bit by bit until he's fully sheathed. "You can move!"

And Tony does, he begins rhythmically thrusting into Peter, ripping little gasps and moans from his throat with each move, "So pretty, baby. Such a pretty princess, all dressed up for me and begging so nicely. I'm so glad you're all mine, sweetheart."

"Yours!" He whines, meeting the older's thrusts halfway. "Please touch my cock, Tony!" 

He raises an eyebrow, not pausing his thrusts, "I don't think that's what that's called, Peter."

"I don't care please just touch me!" Peter whimpers pathetically and reaches down to wrap his own hand around himself. Before he can, though, Tony takes him roughly in hand. 

"Is this what you wanted? Me to touch your sweet little clit? Want me to make you cum, Princess? Make you cum all nice and pretty for me? I bet I can make you beg for it too. Wanna test my theory?"

Peter nods, running his hands down Tony's back. The older bites gently on Peter's neck, a hand on his hip, and the other on Peter's cock. He rolls the boy's dick in his hand,  licking and sucking the growing marks on his neck.

"So fucking beautiful, Peter. You look so fucking good like this." 

It’s true, he looks quite debauched. His curly hair is stuck to his forehead with sweat, and the sleeves of his playsuit have fallen off. To Tony, the boy has never looked more beautiful than he does now. 

The trance he's under breaks when Peter begins begging, "I'm close Tony! Please make me cum! Please! I'll be good for you, please make me cum." Tears begin falling from Peter's eyes at that moment, broken moans and whimpers slipping from his lips. 

"Of course, sweetheart, you're begging so nicely for me. You can cum whenever you're ready baby girl." Tony continues thrusting, being sure to hit Peter's prostate dead-on. "I'm close, too." As soon as Tony's calloused thumb runs over Peter's slit, the boy is cumming across both of their tops and the skirt. He tightens around Tony, who quickly follows behind him. "Fuck baby, you're so tight... so good for me, so fucking good..." He presses gentle kisses to Peter's forehead, pulling out slowly. He takes his shirt off, using it to wipe off the mess from them both. 

Peter's breaths even out, going pliantly when Tony sits him up to remove the outfit and slip him into more comfortable clothes. "You did so good for me, Peter. Was that everything you'd hoped for?"

"It was fun, thank you, Tony," he whispers, curling up on the older's chest, "I think we need to buy more skirts in the future."

"Oh yeah?" He asks, carding his fingers through Peter's hair, "Sounds like a plan."

Thank you so much for reading! Comments, Reblogs, and Likes are MUCH appreciated!

[maguro13-2]

Frieren : Okay...Here goes.

Fern : You got it on video?

Frieren : Yep.

Fern : Shh! Shh! Here she comes.

Serie : (whistling) Say...What's this banana peel doing on the floor?

Serie : [thinking] Hmmm...[determined] Oh well, I hope I don't mind stepping on it, I might just go get my cleaning gloves and let a real pro do the handy work.

Frieren : Oh man she's gonna do it.

Fern : She's gonna do it.

Serie : Sorry, Mr. Banana peel. Beggers can't be choosers.

*METALLIC CLANG+CRACK*

Serie : OWWWW!!! My foot! My f***ing foot! Oh sweet Je*us! My foot just hit it hard! I stubbed my foot on a banana...(removes banana peel to reveal to be a block of sement) sement?

Fern : What the hell!? Who put a cinder block in the middle of the floor?

Frieren : What? I didn't put up for any--(both her and Fern gets grabbed by a furious serie) Uhhh...Hey there...you.

Serie : What did I tell you about pranking me on purpose!?

Frieren : Come on, bro! Look it's a prank! A prank!

Fern : We set up all of those pranks to make you slip on a banana peel, but we didn't meant to put that Cinder Block that would actually hurt your foot!

Serie : That's stubbing my foot, you clods! And now I have to go to the doctor for this. Oh wait a minute, I don't need a doctor, I can heal myself with magic. (uses magic to heal her foot) So...How does it like to be putting you in a hospital? (cracks knuckles)

Frieren : Oh boy.

Fern : (To Frieren) I told you that was a bad, so what's the deal with that kind of prank about hurting people's feet with a block? So I thought this is going to have good pranks. What she's gonna do, beat us to break our spirits and make us go to the hospital?

(changes to Frieren and Fern covered in bandages and casts)

Fern : Wow. I didn't think she had the guts to make us look like punching bags. Can't believe she made us beaten us into sense.

Frieren : I thought it was cool, bro.

Stark : You just had to realize that pranking someone isn't a good idea.

Frieren : (sarcastically) Yeah, pranking someone isn't a good idea.

Stark : Idiot.

*DBZ SFX : Hit*

Frieren : (straining in pain+Grunting) ...My...spleen.

Fern : That's gotta hurt. Okay...Never prank again.

*alternate take*

Frieren : Alright, Fern. You got it on tape?

Fern : Yeah.

Frieren : Oh boy. This is going to be the ultimate prank ever.

Fern : Totally. (holding a camera)

Frieren : Alright. Let's open the doors and...

(the lights went out)

Frieren : Hey, who turned out the lights?

Fern : What gives, dude!? Where did all the lights go? Frieren, did you forget something to pay the electric bill?

Frieren : No I did not, I did once. But that wasn't me.

Fern : Oh really? That's someone doing, wasn't it?

Frieren : Uhh, yep.

Fern : Hmmm. Strange. I feel like that we're missing something.

Frieren : I'm not wearing anything with my melons hanging out.

Fern : Are those peaches as well?

Frieren : Peaches and Melons? What the heck is that? I don't remember peaches and melon a thing would you?

Fern : No...It feels like that I feel completely shameful.

Frieren : Then why is that?

Fern : Because, I don't think we're not even wearing undies either.

(lights turn on)

Fern : AAAAH!!!

*Warioware SFX : Piano*

Frieren : Our clothes! Who the heck took our clothes!? This was supposed to be the ultimate prank!

Fern : But I didn't plan this prank, that wasn't me when I had the chance of pulling the prank!

Frieren : If you didn't do it, then who did?

Serie : Haha! I did! Get a load of this, ladies and gentlemen! Two naked mages going live nude!

(everyone laughing)

Serie : Get a load of the mages buck naked!

Frieren : Oh no! She planned all of this!

Fern : This is not even cool! Not cool! NOT COOOOOOOOL!!! (her mouth engulfs the camera, then cuts to Fern waking up from the dream) AAAAAH! Must've been a wet dream in my pants!

Stark : Did you even think about dreaming of being in ENF, guys?

Frieren : No...We weren't going ENF.

Fern : But that was the craziest dream about being pranked in the nude! That is totally not cool!

Frieren : And I always had my coverage to get the pranks out of there system.

Fern : So in the meantime, what did you think of it?

Stark : What I want to know is that who put a fake spider in the bathroom while I was taking a shower?

Frieren : I ain't pulling a spider prank on you.

Fern : Oh God, not that spider demon from Japan again!

Arachne : Hey, what are you doing!? I'm taking a shower with--

Fern : Get out! Get out! Get out, now! Out of this house! Scram! (kicks Arachne out of the house)

Frieren : Yeah, these pranks are serious business when it comes to other pranks. I wonder what happened to the last prank?

(camera pans to Serie)

Serie : Finally. I can get a daily news reads on my nice throne. It should be nice and cozy with my nice throne, so that I have a nice crossword puzzle to finish that--

*tire screeching*

Serie : Ehh? (sees her throne messy)

[Ed, Edd, n Eddy Lunchroom Rumble Music : What a Mess)

Serie : Okay...WHO SAT IN MY SEAT!?

[irondad-defensesquad]

// TRIGGER WARNINGS - suicidal thoughts and suicide attempt (overdose).

this is really dark. i'm not in any danger right now btw, i just wanted to write this down. please take care, don't read this if the themes are triggering to you.

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"hey, mr. stark. it's me again. how are you doing? how's the trip? you've been away for a couple of days now, haha..."

peter doesn't get any answer. he sighs.

"i guess my patrol hasn't been too bad. but school has been really stressing me out. sometimes i wish i could give up the decathlon too, but i already left band and a bunch of other things... i dunno, i don't think i can handle things the way i used to."

he stares at the night sky, listening to the whole city. it never sleeps and neither will peter.

"ned has been sick all week. it's nothing serious at least, but he needs to rest. and aunt may has been working so much, and i know that's my fault. i rarely see her now with all her night shifts. may still calls me and texts me, but it's not the same, y'know?" peter continues. "and i know you and happy have more important things to do, that's totally fine."

as peter says that, he starts tearing up.

"... i wish i could've told you to stay." he pauses. "that's really selfish of me, i know. you don't have to drop everything for my sake. i wouldn't want you to do that. i just..." he sniffs. "i miss you, mr. stark. i-i feel like i don't have anyone else right now."

he half uncovers his face so the tears don't make his mask gross.

"... you know when you come home and you don't feel anything? even after you had a good day or you didn't feel like shit all day? but then you get home and you see how empty it is... you wish you could disappear, somehow? because you don't want to go back outside, but you don't want to be home, either. there's nothing for you in either of them."

the emptiness is there, in peter's long silence. it's there with the lack of the other line. it's always there and it will be there no matter how busy peter may be, or how hard he may laugh with his best friend, or how happy he might be when he sees his mentor. because in the end, peter is not fulfilled. he will never be.

he can't stay home, he can't stay outside. where should he go?

...

"mr. stark..." peter gulps, despite the fact tony will likely not hear it. but he needs to say it before it's too late.

"... i love-"

you've reached the limit of voicemails.

even his phone is telling him to shut up.

peter inhales but he can't filter out his frustration. he growls and throws his phone to the ground. and it easily cracks in many pieces. oh great. how is he going to get a new phone now? how is aunt may ever going to pay for a new one?

he's sobbing violently in his empty room, his chest hurting and suffocating him. his cries echo in the lonely apartment.

he can't do this anymore.

he can't be alone anymore.

he's so tired.

peter has nowhere to go, like all the walls are closing around him, and he knows he'll get crushed and no one will save him, not even himself.

he needs to go. how? to where?

this pain is too much for him to handle.

peter wishes he could sleep. he hasn't slept well in days.

... he remembers tony left him some enhanced medication. not necessarily for sleeping, but they do leave peter sleepy. maybe if he takes enough, he won't even feel them and he can sleep for once.

peter just takes the pot of pills and he doesn't even know how many he grabs and puts in his mouth. he takes all of them in one huge sip of water. the effects don't happen in an instant, but peter can tell his mind is spinning and things are blurring.

he drops in his bed, knocking something over. it reminds him of when the effects of the spider bite hit him. he thought he was going to die then.

peter starts crying.

he's fading and fading...

and he couldn't even say goodbye to anyone. or "i'm sorry". or "i love you".

peter can only hold onto the blanket, the only thing he can hug right now.

what he would give to have a hug from tony now.

but tony is not coming, is he?

the black hole in peter is sucking everything in. all the light, all the hope, all the fear... there's nothing else left.

maybe this is for the best.

for everyone.

... he can vaguely tell his suit made a noise. he doesn't know what it is. and it doesn't matter anymore.

he's going to sleep.

he'll sleep now.

he'll...

...

[braveclementine]

The Beheading of Thanos

Warnings: None

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own my OC Elizabeth Lightwood. I do not condone any copying of this.

The blue girls name was Nebula and she wasn't really bad company. He had made paper footballs out of the tinfoil that they had on the ship and was teaching her to play. She was slightly defensive, probably her assassin motions kicking in whenever he flicked the foil at her. But slowly, she was getting the hang of it.

He was up now, flicking the foil at her. Even though her fingers were originally placed together as they were supposed to for the goal, she reached up, making an angry noise, almost trying to catch it in midair.

"You don't need to do that." Tony said, a smile on his face. "Because uh, you're just holding the position." He said, putting his fingers together as well to demonstrate.

He let her practice flicking the foil until it landed after his fingers, "That's a goal. We are now one a piece." He said.

She sat up, almost looking excited. He hadn't seen her smile yet, he wasn't even sure it was in her programming. But her voice was soft as she said, "I would like to try again."

They went back and forth and then Tony announced, "We're tied up." He saw the smallest glimmers of a smile on her face. So she could smile, she just didn't. He flicked it poorly on purpose and said, "That was terrible, now you have a chance to win."

Her next flick was beautiful with its arch and it scored the goal. "And you've won." He announced. "Congratulations. Fair game." He stuck his hand out and after a moment of hesitation, she shook it. "Good sport. You have fun?"

She blinked and then answered, "It was fun."

But, there would come a time when the fun and games had to end and Tony had to make a death message. The ship was coming apart, running out of air and he wasn't going to survive much longer. He had to let Y/N and his children know. . . if they were still alive.

Tony tapped the helmet lightly. "This thing on?" He saw the blue come out, scanning his body. "Hey Mrs. Stark. . . Y/N. . . Pumpkin. . . If you find this recording, don't post it on social media. It's gonna be a real tear-jerker. I don't know if you're ever going to see these. I don't even know if you're. . . if you're still. . . Oh god, I hope so. Today is day 21, uh 22."

Tony stared out the window. The space looked beautiful, this turquoise blue green sort've space going on. Absolutely gorgeous. He wondered if this colour was where Elizabeth drew her magic from. If she could even choose her colour.

"You know, if it wasn't for the existential terror of staring into a void of space, I'd say I'm feeling better today. The infection's run its course, Thanks to the blue meanie back there. You'd love her. Very practical. Only a tiny bit sadistic. Some fuel cells were cracked during battle, but we figured out a way to reverse the ion charge to buy ourselves about 48 hours of time. But it's now dead in the water. We're 1000 light years from the nearest 7-11. Oxygen will run out tomorrow. And that'll be it. And Y/N, I. . . I know I said no more surprises, but I was really hoping to pull off one last one. But it looks like. . . well you know what it looks like. Don't feel bad about this. I mean, if you grovel for a couple of weeks, and then move on with enormous guilt. I should probably lie down. Please know that. . . when I drift off, I will think about you. Because it's always you. Tell Arlo and Everleigh I love them."

He had to cut the recording off then before the tears started to flow, because if he went any further, he'd cry. And he didn't want any of them to see him cry. Not as a last memory.

Tony laid down right there. He could feel that the oxygen was getting tight and he wanted to get to sleep. If he could pass away in his sleep, then he could die dreaming of Y/N. And all he wanted in his mind was Y/N.

He felt Nebula carry him as he started to drift, placing him upright in some sort of chair. Her footsteps faded as she walked away. He was almost certain she would be okay. She might be able to go without breathing for all he knew.

He felt the brightest light against his eyelids and he actually flinched. His eyes fluttered open, trying to see what the yellow light was emitting from. It was so sudden, so bright.

He was pretty sure he was hallucinating when he saw the woman with long blond hair floating there. She even smiled at him. And that was when he blacked out.

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Elizabeth gently ran the razor under the water and Steve held still as she finished shaving off the last bits of his beard. She carefully wiped his face with a washcloth, her hands steady in every motion.

Steve wasn't even sure how she was this calm. But he supposed she had exhausted herself from crying for the past two hours. Her eyes were still a little red rimmed as well and she hadn't spoken a word yet.

They'd come back to the Avengers Compound after three weeks in Wakanda. He had been looking forwards to meeting all of her kids. . . but Everleigh was the only one left. All five of Elizabeth's children and Y/N's son Arlo were all gone, according to Rhodey's panicking soulmate.

He had to catch Elizabeth as she fainted. He wasn't surprised. Her magic reserves completely depleted, plus the stress of losing everyone had finally caught up to her.

But she was here now, helping him. Having walked in when he was going to do it. She hadn't said a word, only sitting up on the counter, shaving him with care.

Steve sighed, "Thank you." He murmured as she put the towel away. She silently reached up, running her hands through his longer hair, which he'd gelled back.

Suddenly, the ground started to rumble, the mirrors shaking. Steve glanced at Elizabeth's face, hating the terror that was immediately there. He quickly scooped her up off the bathroom counter, hurrying from the bathroom. He placed her on her feet and they ran outside, joined by Rhodey, Natasha, and Bruce.

It was a huge spaceship, being set down by a flying, glowing woman.

Steve ran forwards as some woman that was blue led Stark down the stairs. Steve raced forward to help out.

"Couldn't stop him." Were Tony's first words.

"Neither could I." Steve responded.

"I- I- I lost the kid." Tony breathed out, looking at Steve. Steve assumed he was talking about the spider kid that he was fond of.

"Tony. . . we lost." Steve answered.

"Is uh. . ." Tony couldn't find the words.

"Y/N. . . she. . . she didn't make it. Dust like the others." Steve said, wishing there was an easier way. "Arlo, Elizabeth's five kids are all gone too. But Everleig-"

"DADDY!" Everleigh cried, running across the grass. Tony kneeled in the grass, holding his arms open so that his daughter could run into them.

Tony finally got to his feet, leading his daughter inside. Steve took one last look around. Rocket had been staying with them, and now went over to sit next to the blue lady. He put a small paw on the back of her hand, which she turned upwards to hold. They too, had lost everyone.

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"It's been Twenty-three days since Thanos last came to Earth." Rhodey informed them. Steve was trying to avoid looking at the photos that were popping up on the holographs. Bucky's photo was up there at the moment along with Sams' soulmate- Stephen.

Then the faces would change, showing Selvig who had been friends with Thor, had worked under Tony's staff administration and Sam himself. Hope and Wanda. Hank Pym who was Hopes' father, and Scott Lang who Steve had fought beside.

"World governments are in pieces. The parts that are still working are trying to take a census. And it looks like he did. . . he did exactly what he said he was gonna do. Thanos wiped out fifty percent, of all living creatures." Natasha informed Tony.

Peter Parker.

Shuri.

T'Challa.

Nick Fury. Steve saw that the woman, whose name was Carol, looked pained upon seeing Nicks' face on the camera.

"Where is he now? Where?" Tony asked angrily. He was in a wheel chair, hooked up to an IV.

"We don't know." Steve hated to inform him. "He just opened a portal and walked through."

"What's wrong with him?" Tony asked, pointing at Thor, who was wearing a hoodie, sitting away from everyone else, even Bruce.

"Oh, he's pissed. He thinks he failed. Which of course he did, but you know there's a lot of that's going around, ain't there?" Rocket replied.

"Honestly, until this exact second, I literally thought you were a Build-A-Bear." Tony responded.

"Maybe I am." Rocket retorted.

"We've been hunting Thanos for three weeks now. Deep Space scans, and satellites, and we got nothing. Tony, you fought him." Steve said.

"Who told you that?" Tony asked, feigning surprise, " I didn't fight him. No, he wiped my face with a planet while the Bleecker Street Magician gave away the stone. That's what happened. There was no fight."

"Tony. . ." Elizabeth whispered.

"Okay." Steve placated.

"He's unbeatable." Tony continued.

"Did he give you any clues, any coordinates, anything?" Steve asked.

But Tony wasn't in the mood to answer coherent questions. "Pfft! I saw this coming a few years back. I had a vision. I didn't wanna believe it. Thought I was dreaming."

"Tony, I'm gonna need you to focus." Steve said firmly.

"And I needed you. As in past tense. That trumps what you need. It's too late buddy. Sorry. You know what I need?" Tony stood up, wiping everything off the table. Everyone in the room winced at the crash. "I need to shave. And I believe I remember telling all youse -" He pulled out his IV.

"Tony, Tony, Tony." Rhodey said quickly, trying to stop him.

"Alive and otherwise what we needed was a suit of armor around the world! Remember that? Whether it impacted our precious freedoms or not- that's what we needed!"

"Well, that didn't work out, did it?" Steve asked calmly.

"I said, "we'd lose". You said, "We'll do that together too." And guess what, Cap? We lost. And you weren't there. But that's what we do, right? Our best work after the fact? We're the Avengers. Not the Prevengers." Rhodey grabbed Tony as he started to wobble on his feet, not steady.

"Okay." Rhodey said.

"Right?" Tony asked.

"You made your point. Just sit down." Rhodey said, trying to get Tony to sit back down in the wheelchair.

"Nah, nah. Here's my point. You know what?" Tony said, trying to push past Rhodey.

"Tony, you're sick." Rhodey protested.

Tony pointed at Carol, "She's great, by the way."

"Sit. Sit down." Rhodey said.

"We need you. You're new blood. Bunch of tired old mules!" Tony walked up to Steve, hissing in his face. "I got nothing for you, Cap! I got no coordinates, no clues, no strategies, no options. Zero. Zip. Nada. No trust. Liar." Steve almost flinched and then Tony ripped his arc reactor from his chest and shoved it into Steve's hand, "Here, take this. You find him, and you put that on. You hide."

And then Tony collapsed to the floor, both Steve and Rhodey rushing to help him. "I'm fine!" Tony protested. "I-" He fell to the ground unconscious.

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Elizabeth sat on the couch, curled up as Nebula spoke, "Thanos spent a long time trying to perfect me. And when he worked, he talked about his great plan. Even disassembled, I wanted to please him. I'd ask 'where would we go once his plan was complete?'. His answer was always the same: 'To the Garden.'"

"That's cute, Thanos has a retirement plan." Rhodey replied.

"So where is he?" Steve asked.

Elizabeth wasn't sure if she liked Steve's hair with the way it was. She'd met him when it was short and bristly, more golden. And she absolutely hated change of any kind. But the new long hair was sort've fluffy and it felt good between her fingers.

Not that it mattered anyways, but it was something to distract her from everything else.

"When Thanos snapped his fingers, Earth became ground zero for a power surge of ridiculously cosmic proportions. No one's ever seen anything like it. . . Until two days ago." Rocket said. "On this planet." The holograph that he was showing showed them what he was saying. It was. . . cool to see the hologram.

"Thanos is there." Nebula whispered.

"He used the stones again." Natasha said.

"Hey, hey, hey. We'd be going in short-handed, you know." Bruce pointed out. He looked a little upset and Elizabeth noticed that Thor wasn't near him, sitting at the table with a beer and eating food.

"Look, he's still got the stones, so. . ." Rhodey said slowly.

"So let's get him. . . Use them to bring everyone back." Carol said simply.

"Just like that?" Rhodey asked skeptically.

"Yeah, just like that." Steve said.

It wouldn't bring Loki back. Or Hogun or Heimdall or Fandral. Her family was gone. But. . . she could get her children back at the very least. Her five beautiful babies. And. . . it wasn't like Loki was completely gone, was he? He'd died in battle. He was in Valhalla now. If she died in battle. . .

And besides, her sons looked so much like their father.

"Even if there's a small chance that we can undo this. . . I mean we owe it to everyone who's not in this room to try." Natasha said.

"If we do this, how do we know it's gonna end any differently than it did before?" Bruce asked the million dollar question.

"Because before, you didn't have me." Carol said and Elizabeth rolled her eyes. She recognized the name though. Fury had said something about her. . . she was Fury's soulmate. Fury was gone, of course the girl was going to try and get him back.

"Hey, new girl, everyone here is about that superhero life. And if you don't mind my asking, where the hell have you been all this time?" Rhodey responded.

"There are a lot of other planets in the universe. And unfortunately, they didn't have you guys." Carol retorted.

Thor stood up suddenly, walking over to the girl, holding his hand out. Stormbreaker flew into his hand, missing her only by inches. But she didn't flinch, smiling instead.

Thor smiled back a little, "I like this one."

"Let's go get this son of a bitch."

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They got onto the spaceship with Rocket piloting. Steve wasn't entirely sure how he felt about that.

There weren't enough seats for everyone. Rocket and Carol in the pilot and copilot seats. He was sitting in one along with Nat, Rhodey, and Thor. Nebula and Bruce were sitting in chairs by the computers. Elizabeth was standing by Steve's chair, raising a hand to grab the handle above her like she was on a bus.

"Okay," The raccoon said, turning in his chair, "Who here hasn't been to space?"

Steve, Nat, and Rhodey all raised their hands. Carol laughed as Rhodey whisper asked, "Why?"

"You better not throw up on my ship."

"Approaching jump in 3. . . 2. . . 1!" Nebula recited off.

Steve felt himself brace against the chair and he couldn't stand it. He wrapped an arm around Elizabeth's waist, pulling her tightly to him as the ship jumped at the speed of light. It was a good thing too, the strong jolt that he felt would've lifted her off her feet.

He couldn't close his eyes, looking out through the dashboard to see the beautiful space in front of him.

"I'll head down for recon." He heard Carol say. He loosened his grip on Elizabeth and saw she was looking him, her head resting on his shoulder a little.

"Sorry, I freaked." He whispered.

She didn't answer on that, simply saying, "You know, I think I like the long hair. But I'm still not sure."

"You hate change, I forgot." He smiled a little.

"Yeah but on you. . . well it's not so bad. At least the beard is gone, I was having a hard time with that." She smiled a bit, then looked out the window. She suddenly froze and looked at him and said in a panicked whisper, "Not that my opinion means anything or that you should change yourself based on my opinion because obviously it's not my choice, I was only commenting on it because-"

He put a finger to her lips. "You're fine. I like the feedback."

She blushed, getting off his lap, moving up towards Rocket. Steve sighed, standing. He felt for the compass in his pocket, taking it out and looking at it. Peggy's picture was in there. Sometimes he wondered why he'd done that. Instead of Buckys'.

Suddenly, he heard Nats' voice in his ear, "This is gonna work Steve."

He wondered if she had seen Peggys' picture too and was wondering why it wasn't Bucky.

"I know it will." Steve responded. He looked over at Natasha, " Cause I don't know what I'm going to do if it doesn't."

"No satellites, no ships, no armies, no ground defenses of any kind. It's just him." Carol reported back, floating outside of the window.

"And that's enough." Nebula replied.

The ship came flying down and Elizabeth moved back to Steve's side. "Have you seen it?" She asked softly. "It's beautiful."

It was. It was a gorgeous planet and he looked over at Elizabeth. He hoped that she fell in love with him. He and Bucky had already talked about how when she was ready, maybe they'd ask her to a relationship with them. Combine their soulmate bonds with each other. His heart yearned for it so badly, and in these small moments, he yearned for it more.

He should take her to the beach. Bahamas or something.

Carol, Rhodey, and the Hulk went in first, Bruce in the Hulk Buster as he went down into the ground. Elizabeth picked up a fruit as they walked past, staring at it in awe, before tucking it into her pocket.

He, Nat, and Elizabeth walked through the door at the moment, seeing Thanos completely restrained. His hand and the gauntlet laid on the floor from where Thor had cut it off with Stormbreaker.

"Oh no." He heard Rocket whisper and he looked down to see that there were no stones in the glove.

Steve felt his heart pounding in his chest, "Where are they?"

Carol tightened her arm tighter around Thanos' neck, "Answer the question."

"The universe required correction. After that, the stones served no purpose, beyond temptation." Thanos breathed out.

"You murdered trillions!" Bruce said angrily, the Hulk Buster suit shoving Thanos to the ground.

"You should be grateful." Thanos growled.

Bruce punched him in the face.

"Where are the Stones?" Natasha asked again.

"Gone. Reduced to atoms." Thanos replied.

"You used them two days ago!" Bruce argued.

"I used the stones to destroy the stones. It nearly killed me. But the work is done. It always will be. I am... inevitable."

"You are. . . a bastard." Elizabeth fumed. "You killed, my soulmate." She stepped closer with every word. "And then, you took all five of my children from me."

"We have to tear this place apart, he-he-he has to be lying." Rhodey protested.

" My father is many things. A liar is not one of them." Nebula said softly.

" Ah, thank you, daughter." Thanos said, looking at Nebula, who looked down, "Perhaps I treated you too harshly."

Suddenly, Thor let out a yell, slicing Thanos head off. His blood splattered against Nebulas face and covered Elizabeth who took two steps back, raising her hands.

"What. . . What did you do?" Rocket asked.

"I went for the head."

[writingsofwesteros]

pack nanny

Ned's nerves are frayed so thin you wouldn't believe. Ned works as a prosecutor and he's had a hard day at work. It's that Greyjoy gang wreaking havoc in the city yet again. Eddard and the Mayor Bob Baratheon have their hands full with Greyjoy shit. Just the usual: drug dealing, illegal whorehouses, asassinations...

On top of that, Catelyn has been nagging Ned lately about how he doesn't spend enough time with family.

Thing is, he does. Just not when Catelyn is around, and that's the problem, really. He's spending a lot of time wth the children. Noticing how the Nanny takes such a good care of them. How she hugs them when they cry. How she kisses better every scratch and bruise. It's been driving him FUCKING NUTS.

Just two days ago, he has caught the Nanny making out with the Greyjoy brat behind his garage. He grabbed the rascal by the ear and dragged him off of his premises, then gave the Manny a stern talking to, all the while ignoring the tightness in his pants. It's only by the desperate effort of his last two braincells that weren't completely addled by testosterone, that he's resisted taking her then and there against the back door of his garage and marking her as his.

So this night, when he comes back from the courthouse, he notices three things. One: Catelyn isn't home. She's told him she'll be working late tonight (she's a creative director for a clothig brand and they're about to release a new collection, so she's been busy). Two: the children are fast asleep in their beds. Three: the Nanny isn't around. But she wouldn't leave the children unsupervised, she has to be somewhere in the house.

Ned stalks upstairs silently, wondering what is going on... He hears it, a quiet breathig, no, it's... panting. And then a moan. He feels his cock harden at the sound. Damn it all to hell.

She is in his bedroom. Again. After he's specifically forbidden her to enter there. He approaches and looks through the crack in the door.

The sight he's met with makes his blood boil.

Nanny is lying on his bed, her shirt and bra discarded, her skirt hiked up. She is writhing sensually and panting, tweaking her nipple with one hand, while her other hand is...

...between her legs, her fingers burried deep in her drenched, glistening cunt. The SOUNDS she's making are obscene. He can almost feel the heavenly, salty SMELL of her arousal. Her eyes are closed, she seems completely unaware of her surroundings. How unprofessional, he thinks, what if something happened to the kids?! But the thought is just a fleeting wisp quickly blown away by his raging desire. She's mewling, uttering some incoherent littany.

"Yes, oh, yes... like that..." she moans, "...just like that, I'll be good, I'll be your good girl, I promise... Please, oh... oh shit! Yes! Ned! YES! Mr Stark, right there, please..."

Has he misheard? Is she calling his, Ned's, name? The last thread of his self control snaps. He is already unbuttoning his shirt when he bangs the bedroom door open and marches towards the bed. He discards his shirt and starts working on his trousers, towering over her with menace on his face.

The nanny halts all of her movements and blinks. She's visibly shaken and frightened.

"Mr Stark, I... I'm sorry, I wasn't..." Words get stuck in her throat.

"You're out of control, Nanny," he states, matter-of-factly, though the horny rasp in his voice belies his meaning. "What am I going to do with you, hm?" he asks, stepping out of his trousers and kicking them to the corner. "Theft. Loitering with the bad seed of this town, indecent exposure at work, public misconduct ON MY BACKYARD no less..." he ennumerates her sins, "and now THIS!" He crosses his arms waiting, hoping to hear her pleading.

Sure enough, she starts sobbing.

"Please, Mr Stark, Sir, don't kick me out. I need this job, else I'll end up on the streets." Tears are streaming down her cheeks and Ned's heart almost bursts. "Please, I beg you! Don't you fire me!"

She pleads with him so sweetly, how could he refuse her? He slowly takes off his briefs and his fat, hard cock springs free. Was it his imagination, or did the Nanny just lick her lips at the sight?

"Fire you?" he asks, bemused. "On the contrary, you're being promoted," he declares, as he kneels on the bed and crawls over the nanny, taking in her surprised expression and the slight tremor of her beautiful body.

"In addition to my children," he says, looking down at her, his face just centimetres from hers, "from now on you'll be taking care of THIS," he gives his sentence, as he pushes his cock into her slick, tight, virgin pussy.

(Ned Stark is my bane.)

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HOT HOT HOT!!!!!! DROOL WORTHY !

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He's lost all control now and we love it !!

[incrediblygrassy]

SAMTEMBER DAY 3: COSTUMES

What am I doing?

I should be back in the States attending some party that I'm just famous enough to get into for the food. I should be home with the boys in my uniform going door to door with them so they feel awesome. I should be in bed asleep.

I should not be halfway across the globe following some lead to find the guy who almost killed me on multiple occasions.

Every time I think that I get an unfair mental image of Mr. Captain America having that kicked puppy face telling me all sorts of overly personal information about the assassin I am currently tracking across the globe. Yeah, nope. I really don't need to know how the ghost story used to view Halloween.

I was set up in a nice little restaurant on the wrong night to be in Transylvania just watching the costumes and enthusiasts run around.

Hulk number 26. Woah, a Hawkeye; that's a first. That Nat is a man. That's just wrong.

So, I might be keeping track of the superhero costumes. You can't blame me until I see a little man rocking a Falcon costume from whatever passes for a Target in whatever country I'm in.

My count was temporarily delayed as I took a swig of the light beer I ordered a while back. I might not know where i am, but, armed with a bullet-proof vest and a Stark sponsored credit card, I felt invincible and ready for whatever amazing food this country has a lot of.

What was that?

I grabbed the mug and got up before realizing that it was probably at least rude to wander off with one's mug.

I settled, chugged the last fourth as a tiny Captain America tried to tell me off in some other language, and was around the corner into the alley I saw the figure turn down.

Nothing.

Good. For a second there, I thought some crazy guy actually dressed up as the Winter Soilder for Halloween. Declassified documents and, bam, people are dressing up as Loki and the Winter freaking Soilder I swear. Like, at least you get points for creepy levels.

Great, I'm twinning with cereal killer's victims now. It's perfectly acceptable to dress up as cerial killers and slasher film stars until it was me they almost blew up into a thousand pieces. I am a fantastic councilor, I swear.

I turned around, feeling quite dumbif I'm to admit that to myself.

I then froze. There, blocking the way out of the alley, was the Winter Soilder.

It stole my breath and had my heart rate skyrocketing for all of two seconds before I caught a better look at his face.

I cracked up laughing. He didn't move a muscle.

"Dude, dude. My main man, you can't be serious. You have it down to the BDSM dungeon master top and the twelve hundred weapons, but that eyeshadow is so over the top. Like, did it blow up in your face? That stuff belongs somewhere else than the streets my friend."

When one insults custom costumes they obviously put quite a bit of effort in to, one usually reacts. I would with anger. Someone who would actually make this, honestly, spot on replica would probably try and defend themselves or walk away from the crazy drunk guy who just made sex jokes. Not this guy, though. No, he just stared at me with those bright blue eyes made even brighter by the darkness smudged all over the part of his face not covered by that mask.

I was starting to think maybe I was encountering some gay lady of the night figure when he gave the tinyest little qurirk of a smile and stepped back into the crowd.

Not even a word, but he was gone gone.

It was odd, to say the least.

Well, shoot. Do I really have to add him to the tally? The MIA fist of Hydra gets a fan costume and not me?

I'm talking to Tony tomorrow. You don't talk to drunks after three, ex-drunks after ten, and Tony only at ten in the morning after four cups of coffee.

I need a costume for next year.

[voiceoffenrisulfr]

Becoming Spider-Man - Chapter Seven Peter Parker Makes a Move

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 -> Peter Parker & Tony Stark (IronDad)

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 -> In which Peter Parker has to move out, and Tony doesn't know how to deal with his Feelings.

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 -> 2938

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 -> (T) None applicable.

𝐀/𝐍 -> All of this has been post-Civil War, of course. This chapter is about something that, canonically, happened about two months after signing the Sokovia Accords, and which much of the team was not present for. Yup. I know, I know. My timeline is squiffy. It's fine. Oh, also, the whole Civil-War-forgiveness thing happened already – wanted a full attendance! Don't come for me. This chapter is split into two, because it was getting long, our bad. Check it out below, or on AO3 here! Cute divider by @/sweetmelodygraphics!

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My room looked wrong.

The last of the boxes had been carted off midmorning, leaving Tony and I to do a last sweep before we made our way to the compound.

But standing in the space previously designated my bedroom, looking around at the plain walls and the wood beneath my feet, I wasn't ready to leave.

Tears pricked at my eyes despite myself, and I sniffed loudly, the sound echoing in the empty room.

"You ok, kid?"

I turned at the sound of Tony's voice, offering him a weak smile. "I guess. It's just… This is where I became me, you know? It's where it all started."

He moved to my side, clapping a hand on my shoulder as he faced the space. "It may be where you started, Peter – but it's not you. You can be sad about leaving, but you should be excited, too. A whole new environment, with a bunch of your fellow Avengers around for you to pester. A new neighbourhood for you to friendly-Spiderman."

He grinned down at me, and I couldn't help but laugh.

We sat in the last remaining car, procrastinating to avoid leaving. The silence was heavy, and I knew that Tony was reflecting on his time here just as much as I was.

"She's been good to us," I murmured eventually, dipping my head respectfully. Tony nodded in agreement, pausing once more before fitting the key into the ignition, the engine roaring to life around us.

"She has. But the compound will be good for you too, kid. Like I said – plenty of opportunities that you don't have here. And I… I want that, for you. It's safer, and outside the city, and… And it's the sort of place I'd rather you live, not a dusty bachelor pad with just a lonely old man for company." His voice cracked on the last word, and I turned in my seat to look at him as he pulled out of the lot, startled by his self-deprecation.

"Mr. Stark… I've loved living with you!" I protested passionately, and he half glanced toward me, offering me a soft smile.

"I know, kid. But that doesn't mean you don't deserve better." My mouth moved wordlessly, and I felt my cheeks flush an impassioned pink. "And you're not old," I muttered, sullen and entirely at a loss of how to counter his argument. Tony laughed, reaching across to tousle my hair fondly.

"Thanks, kid. But compared to you, I'm ancient."

The compound, while enormous, was nestled amongst wide, open space, punctuated occasionally by small groves dotted along the side of the road and out into the fields before merging into a concealing forest. The complex itself was astounding, made of sharp angles and glass walls – albeit ones likely strong enough to withstand a nuclear blast. I knew Tony had spent a long time renovating before we made the move, so I was sure to gush accordingly, nose pressed to the glass.

"I can see the ocean, Mr. Stark! Is there a beach? You know, I've never been to the beach. Lived in New York all my life, and it's right on the coast, but I've never been to a real beach. How mad is that? Oh, it's so cool! Do they all live here? Will we see Captain America? I still gotta apologise to him, do you think he's still mad at me?" I paused then, feeling the enthusiasm seep from my bones into the cradling leather of my seat. "… Do you think they're all still mad at me? What if they don't want me here?"

Tony pulled up by the entrance before turning to me, removing his sunglasses to meet my gaze. "Nobody's mad at you, Peter. And this is my place, and you're my kid. You go where I go, no questions asked." His tone was firm and protective, and I couldn't help but smile weakly. His kid. "And besides, we already had a team meeting. It's fine." "You… The Avengers had a meeting about me?" I repeated, dumbfounded. He smirked in response as we clambered from the vehicle, draping a casually supportive arm over my shoulders. "Of course, Peter. Speaking of which…" He led me into the foyer, the magnificent wall of glass looking out across the lot barely drawing his eye as I ogled. Everything was black and white, silver and sharp lines; in essence, everything looked incredibly expensive. "You're getting older, and stronger. And – with my help – I think you can be a real asset to the team." "The… T-the team?" I questioned breathlessly, stunned by the whirlwind. "Do you… Are you…" He nodded once, waving a hand to part glass doors before us, a metal capsule whirring to life as we entered. "The Avengers. They – we – think you're ready to start getting you feet wet, kid. We think you're ready to become an Avenger – officially." The metal opened to reveal a darker suit than my own, the extended arachnid legs edged with gold splayed across deep crimson. I simply blinked, struck to silence. "…Well?" he prompted after a moment, turning me to face him. I blinked back my pricking tears and sniffed, rubbing my eyes with the back of my hand. "M… Mr. Stark… I'd be honoured," I murmured, stunned, and he broke into a broad, childlike grin.

The compound was large enough from the outside, but the inside still sprawled further than I had thought possible, twisting and turning and folding in on itself to create seemingly endless spaces - a feeling only enhanced by the layers of sub-basement out of sight from the exterior.

The ground floor was mostly made up of the standard amenities – a lounge or two, a colossal kitchen, and several larger meeting rooms. There were several staircases that wound their way through the levels of the building, but perhaps the most impressive of these was the grand, elegant flight that connected the ground and first floors of the library. I resisted the urge to lose myself in the endless rows, instead allowing my hand on the sleek banister to guide me upwards.

A winding corridor led past several closed doors, each differentiated from the next by a small, irrefutable plaque on the wall. "Bedrooms," Tony offered with a grunt, waving a dismissive hand, "for the freeloaders. We have a strict privacy rule – make sure you knock before going in. It's a small thing, but it means a lot, I guess."

I simply nodded in response, following my guardian through the hall, eyeing up the names etched into the brass.

Clint Barton.

Steve Rogers.

Natasha Romanoff.

I swallowed around the lump in my throat, slowly realising the reality in which I found myself. All these heroes… "What have I ever done to deserve to be here?" I murmured under my breath. Tony half-turned, frowning.

"You helped me when I needed it, Peter. You got involved in a fight that wasn't yours to worry about, without hesitation. You've earned your place here, just as much as everyone else. And you were the only one who never needed to – except me, of course," he added with a wry grin. I chuckled nervously, feeling my palms sweat despite his reassurances.

The tour continued into the lower levels, with the first basement level dedicated to labs and a medical bay, while the second seemed largely recreational, with a gym and home cinema, but with the surprising addition of a formal meeting space.

"This is where all of the big talks happen," Tony explained, opening the door wide enough to show me a large, curved table. "It's mostly reserved for the most serious of matters – doesn't get much use."

I nodded again, chewing on the inside of my cheek. "…And us? I mean, I didn't see our names, y'know, upstairs. Where do we sleep? Not that I mind sleeping on a sofa," I added, shrugging my backpack higher on my shoulder, laden with my most precious possessions.

Tony's smile was gentle as he turned back toward the elevator without a word, leaving me to follow in his wake.

There was only one button left unpressed, and Tony pushed it decisively, the doors sliding quietly shut as the ring of light turned green.

B3.

Home.

The decent was short but felt eternal, my heart hammering in my chest. I'd no idea what stressed me so, but there was an undeniable anxiety building within me as the elevator eventually came to a smooth halt. From the corner of my eye, I saw Tony's gaze flick to me, watching and waiting for my response.

But words failed me as the doors eventually opened. The entrance room was a lounge of sorts, dominated by an expansive black sofa, a low table nestled close to the curve of the L-shaped furnishing. But it wasn't this that drew my eye – my gaze went instead to the image played out on countless screens coating the wall. It was a moving, living representation, an intricate jungle, entirely believable. It was difficult to remember that we were in New York, below ground level, rather than in the depths of the Amazon. As I watched, vibrant birds arced across one wall, disappearing as they rounded a tree.

"Tony…"

He shook his head wordlessly before nodding me forward. "Explore first. Check out the space. I'll be back in ten, ok? Just gotta check in with the team."

It was in that way that I found myself gazing around my new bedroom, entirely speechless once more. The impressive mural of the previous room was continued here – and, I'd found, in Mr. Stark's own, though there it showed a shimmering ocean.

My new room was easily twice the size of my last, and far more decorated; there were drawers pushed up to the moving walls, a dark mahogany that blended seamlessly with the environment, similar to the plush, moss-like carpet beneath my feet. Even the sheets continue the theme, I'd noted wryly as I dropped back against emerald silks.

A soft knock on the auburn door sent me bolting upright, clearing my throat to clear the emotional lump formed during my exploration. "Yeah?"

Tony's head appeared through the gap, a shy grin gracing his features. "So?"

I laughed lightly, beckoning him inside. "It's amazing," I gushed as soon as he sat opposite me. "The walls. The carpet. The walls. It's so creative; how did you think of it? It must have been a lot of work," I added, struck by sudden guilt at the idea of him having even more to do just to cater to me.

He only smiled, shaking his head. "I just… Wanted to make it nice for you. But if there's anything I can do to make you more comfortable, just let me know."

I chuckled again, flopping once more onto the impossibly soft linens. "It's perfect, Tony." I let out a yawn as I stretched luxuriously, weary bones creaking under the strain. "I have a feeling I'll sleep well tonight!"

He snorted, reaching out to ruffle my hair fondly. "You can go to bed if you want… But there is a kitchen full of Avengers upstairs who have been looking forward to meeting you. Wait for me!" he added, raising his voice to call after me as I barrelled to my feet, skidding around the doorframe in my enthusiasm.

The way to kitchen escaped me once I reached the foyer, and I pirouetted in a panic, eyes wide and anxious.

They must think you're so rude – they're superheroes! How can you keep them waiting?!

"Peter… Peter!" Tony was panting lightly as he reached my side, grasping my arm gently and stopping my frantic rotations. "Kid, calm down."

"They're waiting for me, Mr. Stark. I shouldn't keep them," I murmured desperately. He held my other wrist, dipping his head to meet my wheeling gaze.

"Peter, calm down. It's fine. They're just hanging out. When, or if, you get there is totally up to you. There's no pressure. Just relax, kid." His voice was soothingly soft, and I hiccupped a reluctant breath past steel lungs. "There you go. You alright?"

I nodded hesitantly, dropping my eyes. "S-Sorry, Tony. I just… I don't want to be a burden."

He offered me a fond smile, reaching up to tousle my hair. "You could never be a burden, Peter. Not for me, and not for the team." He released my other arm, grinning reassuringly. "Shall we try this again?"

I merely nodded once more, falling into step behind my mentor as he led his way through the complex maze of corridors. His pace was confident and unfaltering, while I dragged my own heels like a petulant child. I shook myself bodily, speeding up to walk by his side. If Tony wasn't nervous, I wouldn't be either.

The first thing I saw was the unmistakable black suit encompassing a lean body perched atop a counter, a steaming mug clasped between deceptively delicate fingers between her knees as she engaged in impassioned conversation with the man stood facing away from the door. Her eyes met mine over the curve of his shoulder, and the expression she held, somewhat akin to frustration, melted as she bounced to her feet.

"Peter! Good to see you again. We're all so happy to have you here." Her voice was soothing and gentle, but I couldn't help the stiffness that intruded upon my muscles. The last woman I'd spoke to – aside from MJ, but she was only my age, she didn't count – was May… And I knew better than most what the assassin before me could be capable of if she took the same offense to my existence. She'd been on the same side as me last time, but that was before she knew – before they all knew – about me.

"Um… Hi. Thanks. Hi," I squeaked, cursing the crack in my voice, hyperaware of every curve of my body despite the suit that smoothed the softness. "It's good to be here."

The man turned, Dr. Banner's unmistakable and infinitely kind gaze settling on me. "Hey, Peter. Nice to meet you," he added, a wry grin tugging at his lips. I smiled weakly in response, watching the scientist uncertainly. He was, perhaps, the most notorious of the group, even if the mild-mannered Bruce wasn't typically thought to be much of a threat. We've all seen the videos of the other guy – I'm glad I didn't have to face off against him! An image flashed behind my eyes of his giant green hands descending upon an unwitting spider, leaving only a smudge in their wake – but I shook my head to clear it quickly, cursing my lack of faith in the doctor. From Tony's stories, both Bruce and the Hulk were not the monsters they had been made out to be, and I put a lot of belief in my guardian's words.

The silver arm of the Winter Solider drew my eye next, and I swallowed dryly, remembering all too well the devastation that this man alone could cause. He simply nodded his greeting, watching me just as carefully, though not unkindly.

"Good to have you here, Mr. Parker," a smooth, all-American voice interjected, a hand reaching into my line of sight, offered politely. I took it in my own, feeling overwhelmed and in awe of the power I could feel in his grasp as I met the gaze of Steve Rogers – Captain America, and national hero. "How are you?"

Oh God. I stole his shield. I stole Captain America's shield. He's gonna kill me. God, he must hate me. Shit, shit, shit… "Shit," I added aloud, then felt my eyes grow wide, blood draining from my face. "No- I- Um. Sorry. So sorry, Captain Rogers. Mr. America. I, uh… Sorry," I stammered, the flush catapulting back to my cheeks in my mortification. He offered me a tender smile, releasing my hand, which I flexed unconsciously; I might be strong, but he had a hell of a grip.

"Steve. And you mind your language," he added warningly, a stern look flicking briefly across his features, chased by a broad wink as humiliation threatened to overwhelm me.

"Leave the poor child alone, Steven," a soft, chiding voice interrupted, perfectly measured and lyrical. I turned to the sound behind me, stunned into silence by the red-skinned man before me, golden gem shining in his forehead, his arm around the waist of a fire-haired familiar face.

"You… Must be Vision," I noted uncertainly, sparing a glance to the Scarlet Witch, unwilling and unable to recollect the extent of her power. He dipped his head respectfully, while his partner offered me a wordless smile, genuine but silent. The tense hush that followed led Tony to clear his throat, clapping a hand on my shoulder.

"How about we all get to know each other a little better? Main lounge, five minutes? Peter and I will get some drinks," he added, mercifully sparing me from more awkward pauses. "Get the others, if they're free."

The congregation murmured their assent, dissipating obediently, leaving me to blink owlishly as Tony moved about the suddenly empty space. "… Others?" I clarified, voice hitching embarrassingly.

He nodded easily, glancing my way as he placed several tumblers on the counter. "Legolas. Thumbelina. Pigeon. Point Break, if he's around, but who knows with that guy," he noted with a shrug. My mouth worked wordlessly at his casual teasing, profoundly stunned that he could light-heartedly refer to these people – these heroes – in this way, but deeply respectful of their dynamic.

Imagine having the stones to call the God of Thunder 'Point Break'.

[compendiumused]

Naoto, showing up on Exclusive Goth Sundays, dressed up as much, nails painted black, to an emergency meeting:

“I hope this is important...”

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Watching him fade away f!reader

Basically I had this really weird mash-up/crossover in my head (yeah I know another one). Only with the mcu and the maze runner lol, sorry guys.

Summary: The Snap takes a lot of people, including the people that Tony Stark loves.

Female reader

I don't know what the ship will be yet.

Inspired by: the book called: Him on fanfiction.net by Eya Silvers. It isn't finished and I think it's discontinued but every character is so much in character!! So please check that story out :))

Wordcount: 1270 words

TW/CW: Swearing, death

"Peter!"

Voice hoarse, you were desperately limping to the spider boy.

What the hell is happening?

What did Thanos do?

Your breath went up and down, the need for oxygen was enormous. But, you couldn't, you couldn't take a deep breath, it was too painful.

You took another step, the dry ground underneath you cracked. The eerie sound of rusting metal made you dread what will come.

Dust particles flew around them.

Not him too.

Your helmet was long gone, anyway what was left of it. Quickly pushing it away when he escaped. It was maybe 30 minutes, when that happend. You took a seat on a piece of rock and bide your time, hoping that whoever fought on Earth was winning.

You accepted it, your finger traced the wound on your leg in anticipation. Maybe then, the pain would stop. Your dad, Tony walked up to you with the help of Peter and swatted your finger away.

You could read his face easily.

Anxious, worried, mad these three emotions were swirling in his head.

"If you dare to touch that wound again, I'm selling all your stuff."

"No you don't." Nothing else could came out of your throat.

The two of you tried to smile eachother but it turned into a grimace. Quickly he gave a peck on the crown of your head, but the wound on his side didn't agreed with it.

"Stop- Dad! You're hurting yourself!"

"Stop talking," he ordered and with a big sigh he continued "I'm too good for this world". He turned his gaze to the wound, to examanize it, to analyse it, to heal it. He wiped away the blound on the corner of his mouth, he had to help you first. Tony had to find a way to heal you, find away to get the task out of his head otherwise he wouldn't know if you would survive it.

He wouldn't know if he would survive it to live without you or Peter. He didn't know if they could ever return to Earth.

Maybe they had to spend their slenting days on this planet.

He tried to think about something else, tried not to look at your wounds, at Peters wounds but that's everything he could see. Everthing was red, spilled with the blood of you two.

No, he couldn't lose you.

He couldn't.

So, he didn't tried to remove the piece of moon that got stuck in your leg, in fear that would cause an unimaginable blood loss.

Your breath was quick to quick for his liking. He blinked his tears away and saw that yours too were watery.

"Does it hurt?" He softly touched the side of your neck, his heart was making loopholes.

You hummed in pain, wiping away the blood on your cheekbone. You could hear Peter talk with a tensed voice.

The pain was overbearing, voices were distorting and you swore there were stars clouding your vision.

"Something's happening," Mantis whispered a warning.

You whipped your head and instead of Mantis, you saw a bile of dust flying away.

Oh my God, you were going crazy.

Then, Drax, Peter Quill and Dr. Strange followed.

Your eyes widened.

Scared were you.

No, terrified.

If you could scream, you would have done that.

Peter wasn't at your side anymore, he walked away. His breath was becoming deeper and deeper over the next couple of seconds and he folded his arms around his ribcase, he looked.. a bit sick.

"Mr. Stark?" He called out, Tony tore his gaze away from you and looked at Peter. With pain in your body, you shot yourself up, panic fueling adrenaline kicking in.

"I don't feel so good," wobbling at his feet he was looking at his hands. A couple of tears fell on the boy's cheeks.

Walking up to his mentor, no his father he stammered something out. He was looking for reasurrance, that it would be alright.

But, it wouldn't.

"You're alright," Tony's lie was a poorly covered up one.

Peter stepped forward, "I don't, I don't know what's happening. I don't-"

He fell in Tony's arms and clamped his arms around him like a scared child, he held Tony fast with a tight grip. He didn't want to slip away, Tony gripped him equally tight.

You took a step forward and then the next.

"Peter!"

Voice hoarse, you were desperately limping to the spider boy.

What the hell is happening?

What did Thanos do?

Your breath went up and down, the need for oxygen was enormous. But, you couldn't, you couldn't take a deep breath, it was too painful.

You took another step, the dry ground underneath you cracked. The eerie sound of rusting metal made you dread what will come.

Dust particles flew around them.

Not him too.

Tears were already flowing on your cheeks, you deeply sobbed while you looked at Peter. His legs were already gone.

He was frightened.

"I don't wanna go, I don't wanna go Mr. Stark please. Please, I don't wanna go, I don't wanna go," he pleaded.

It was quiet to quiet, for your liking. Only the buzz in your ears, the pleading from Peter and the soft sniffling from Tony was all that you could hear.

Tony softly laid him on the ground, you practically ran towards him. You didn't care that a piece of rock tore up your leg, you just wanted to go to him, to Peter.

On your knees you pushed away the curls from his forehead, he stared at nothingness for a second. He locked eyes with yours, turned his gaze away and looked at Tony.

He wanted something to say to the two of you, His arm, that was around Tony's shoulder dusted away.

"I'm sorry."

Turning his head, he looked at nothing again.

Slowly turning to dust.

You touched the place where he laid, but all you felt was dust.

"Peter!" you whailed.

Your dad engulfed you in a hug, trying to calm your grief, trying to calm his grief.

He lost Peter, he couldn't lose you.

A cry tore your vocal cords, laced with anguish and grief.

"No, not him. Not him, not him," you stammered out over and over again.

Tony rocked the two of you, patting the backside of your head.

You felt droplets in your hair, the both of you trying to calm down the other. You hugged your father, finding an anchor to hold on to.

He is still alive.

That's a positive sign right?

Pain is good, pain is life.

Sobbing again, you hugged him even tighter.

"What the fuck happend?"

"I don't know, I don't know."

Laying down your cheek on Tony's shoulder, you stared at the rusty fundments, should that have been buildings what Thanos talked about?

You wiggled your fingers, they felt strange. Then a hit of numbness and tingling shot up in your hands, mouth dropping to a frown you spoke alarmed.

"Dad-dad."

He pushed you softly away and looked you in the eye, you looked everywhere than his.

"My fingers-my hands. My hands are numb," your voice was higher than ever, panic laced in your voice. "My hands are numb."

Your hands were vanishing.

You freezed up, you could only watch your arms slowly disintegrating.

I'm going to die, I'm going to die.

I don't want to.

"I'm scared, dad. I'm scared, I don't want to-"

Tony hugged you again, a peck placing on your forehead.

Tears streamed down your cheeks.

"It's okay, sweetheart, just let go-"

"I'm scared."

You sniffled and a watery cough escaped your throat.

You turned your gaze away from Nebula, who stood a couple of meters away, then your eyes became glassy.

Turned to dust.

Tony doubled forward, catching the leftover dust that was supposed to be you.

When a child loses their parents, people will call them an orphan.

But what do they call parents who lost their child?

What do they call Tony now?

Disorientated he sat again, looking at his hands.

Empty.

That's what he felt.

"He did it," Nebula whispered, perhaps to no one.

Hunching foreward, he slowly shook his head and folded his hands around his chin.

What just happened?

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Baking 101

Comfortember Day 3. Warm Food

Summary: Tony held out a wooden spoon. "Wanna help?"

Nevermind that he enjoyed at least ninety percent of what Mr Stark made, Peter loved it when he was included because, honestly, baking was fun.

He took the spoon and grinned. "What first?"

Tony grinned back at him and slid the mixing bowl closer so it sat between them on the counter.

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"Hey, Fri! How are you?" Peter waved, grinning towards where he knew the sensors and small camera was situated.

"Good afternoon, Peter. I am in as good technological health as any superior artificial intelligence could be. And you?" Friday's Irish lilt greeted Peter as he stepped into the elevator.

Peter laughed at the AI's reply. "I'm good, thanks."

 "Where shall I take you today, Peter?"

"Can you take me to wherever Mr Stark is?" 

"Boss is in the penthouse kitchen."

"Ooh! Is he cooking? Take me to the kitchen please, Friday." Peter bounced slightly on his toes. Tony being in the kitchen almost always equaled something absolutely delicious for Peter or Pepper to test.

The doors opened and Peter thanked Friday, walking out with a wave and a smile over his shoulder. He left his backpack next to the entryway table and coat rack before wandering towards the kitchen, already picking up on a few smells as he walked through the open archway.

"Kid!" Tony smiled as he turned to open the fridge, grabbing a mixing bowl that Peter could see was filled with… mashed up pumpkin?

"Hey Mr Stark. What are you making?" Peter asked, walking fully into the room.

Tony set the bowl down on the counter and waved Peter over. "Pumpkin fritters. Remember when Pepper and I stayed over in South Africa after that business trip to Wakanda?" 

Peter nodded. He hadn't been able to go with the trip having fallen just before he was going to take his finals. Both he and Shuri had been annoyed. "Yeah. Are you making those?" 

The older hero nodded and Peter frowned slightly.

"Wait. What exactly are they?" 

"The best way I can describe it, is that if you combined pancakes and pumpkin pie, these would be the result. You eat them with cinnamon and sugar sprinkled over it, but you would probably enjoy them more with some ice cream scooped on top of that" Tony explained, grabbing some eggs. 

Peter had to admit that it sounded good.

Tony held out a wooden spoon. "Wanna help?"

Nevermind that he enjoyed at least ninety percent of what Mr Stark made, Peter loved it when he was included because, honestly, baking was fun.

He took the spoon and grinned. "What first?"

Tony grinned back at him and slid the mixing bowl closer so it sat between them on the counter. "This," he patted the side of the bowl, "Is the mashed pumpkin. I set it in the fridge earlier so it could cool. Now, I'm gonna crack some eggs and you'll mix those in for me and once that's done you can add a few cups of flour to it." He grabbed a measuring cup and a container of flour from the cupboard and placed them on the counter.

As Peter mixed, Tony poked him in the side. "Why did the pumpkin have to cool down before we did anything else?" 

Peter only had to think for a moment before answering. "So the eggs don't get cooked."

Tony looked proud as he held his hand up, and Peter could feel the tips of his ears heat up but he held his own hand up for a high five nevertheless.

"Exactly! We don't want bits of the scrambled eggs in the mix."

Peter wrinkled his nose, thinking about the time he found bits of cooked egg in May's date loaf from where it hadn't been mixed properly. He loved his aunt to bits, but she could not cook.

Tony laughed at his expression and ruffled his hair before he turned to grab a few more ingredients from the cupboards while Peter carried on stirring the pumpkin and eggs.

When it was all mixed, he added the flour, pausing to ask Tony how many cups before focusing on getting all the lumps smoothed out.

A short while later, after adding some butter, salt, oil, and a bit of milk when the batter got too thick, Peter held the bowl out to Tony.

"This good?"

Tony gave it a quick stir to check before carrying it over to place next to the stove and the already hot pan that he'd gotten ready a few moments ago, Peter hopping up to sit on the counter but away from the stove. 

"Absolutely perfect, Roo." Tony scooped a few globs of the mix into the pan, and they watched as the fritters cooked.

Briefly turning to loom at Peter, Tony asked him to get bowls and spoons out, and to grab the ice cream too while he was up.

Peter brought all of it and set it down on the side of the island counter by the barstools. "The cinnamon and sugar too, right?"

Tony nodded. "Got it in one, Pete." 

The teen grabbed the sugar and spice mix and set it next to bowls too before returning to his perch on the counter while Tony cooked.

While the fritters fried, they chatted back and forth about their days and if there was anything exciting that they wanted to share, but it was often comfortably quiet as the batch of fritters cooked.

Once they were all done and balanced on a plate, Tony carried them over to the island and dished up a helping for both of them.

To the couple he laid out in his bowl, he just sprinkled cinnamon and sugar, but to Peter's he added a scoop over vanilla ice cream after the sugar, the ice cream already starting to melt slightly on the still warm fritters. 

Peter eagerly took a bite, his eyes widening at the burst of flavours. "Whoa!" He mumbled around the fritter and ice cream.

Tony laughed, his eyes wrinkling. "I take it you like it?" He teased and Peter nodded so fast he felt his curls flop around the top of his head.

"I'm glad."

The billionaire bumped their shoulders together, before taking his own bite.

Turning back to his bowl, Peter fished another spoonful out and savouring the taste of it.

Freshly baked, still warm desserts were the best.