#I NEED to draw that blue burger loving god STAT.

[wonkybuckle]

Started playing Great God Grove, and it's like they put heaven in a video game...

[malereader-inserts]

Adore You

Fandom: Avengers Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Male!Reader Summary: Starks are cocky little shits Word Count: 1,280 Request: There was a request I deleated it after I wrote this but when I published this, none of the fucking text came through so luckily I saved my writing on a google doc

Starks are a....handful, to say the least. 

Of course, a terrifying emotionless Russian has fallen deeply in love with a cocky Stark. In her mind, at least it’s not Tony.

But, there was something about you when she came to babysit Tony - you were somewhat tamer, you were wildly intelligent just like Tony and if more reckless, but you were sweeter. Less snarky and stubborn. There was a way with your charm that swoon her, that caught her under a spell. Could have been your bright mesmerising eyes, could have been your glistening smile. Might have been your humour or the utmost respect for her that is unwavering even now. 

Natasha doesn’t do love, and Clint could vow for that, but the news that she had fallen in love was shocking. But, when you see Natasha and you, it makes sense, how you both are similar and different enough to balance each other out. 

She can switch from a ruthless killer with no mercy to a girl who’s staring at a man who holds the stars and moon for her. There’s no doubt that (Y/n) Stark wouldn’t do that, in fact, he would do anything for her, she just had to say the word and he will go to the end of the world for it. 

It’s refreshing to see love bloom, it was one thing that held Natasha down during the snap and the time between, where the world was so dark and it seems like (Y/n) was her light. They became closer, Natasha was more open to public affection, comfort and love. When everyone returned from the snap, everyone had become so much closer, meaning during missions everyone is more aware of everyone’s safety. 

But, no one has seen Natasha so distraught before. 

She watches how you crash into a building after being flung by the monster, your laughter had cut out on the communications, Tony and Natasha were the quickest to ask about your state. There was a lot of ruffling from your end, panting, and concerning noises.

“FRIDAY, what’s lil bro’s stats?” Tony asked, watching where you had landed.

Before Friday could rattle off your stats, there was a large explosion from where your suit should be. Next thing, on the earpiece everyone could hear an anguished scream - no one expected Natasha to react like that.

But, no one understands how you were a rock to Natasha. There were nights where you two would lie in bed together, her in your arms and it would be silence. She would listen to your heart, your breathing as she would focus on your finger drawing circles against her skin. Under the LED lights, it was a safe space for her. They don’t know what happens behind doors, they don’t know how she wakes up from a nightmare and you’re the only one who can calm her down even if your dead from the world, enjoying your sleep. 

They won’t understand how you could possibly be the only one who could cheer her up when she’s angry or how you could make her smile or even laugh when she’s upset. You were a constant thing in her life and the idea of you dead from an explosion makes her heart ache. Her head is pounding and she feels like she’s going to pass out. 

Tony was heaving, you were his only family, but Steve’s voice seems to bring them back to reality as they have to finish the mission. It seems like after hours, there was no progress in defeating the enemy, the morale had dwindled so quickly after your accident.

“God guys,” A voice cuts into the comms, “You guys are taking for ages, I managed to get my comm working again.”

“(Y/n)?” Natasha gasped.

“Hey babygirl,” Your tone turns lovingly for her but it switches back to teasing and playful, “So, while you wrapped this up, I’m going to get five guys - want anything?”

“You’re not going to help?” Bucky asked.

“I want a burger, you know the usual one,” Tony responded almost immediately, “What about you platypus?”

“I’d like a cheeseburger.” Rhodey requested.

“Can I get a slushie from somewhere?” Peter asked innocently as you laughter comes through the comm, it brought a smile to their faces.

“For you, Parker? I’ll get it,” Before wincing then moaning, “To answer you, Bucky, I don’t have a suit and if anyone has healing powers, doubt I’d be much help. I’ll be a cheerleader if you want?”

“Okay, you sit tight then,” Steve says as you hummed through the comms before your end cuts out.

“Wait can I get a milkshake?” Natasha asked as Clint says in the background that he wanted one as well.

“Yeah-”

Natasha seemed to calm down, comforted to hear her lover’s voice. With the mention of food paid by a Stark, everyone seemed more incline to wrap it up. Within twenty-five minutes, the team of heroes meet a bloodied injured Stark leaning against the wall, happily biting into his burger. 

Everyone looked at you as you wink as they all watch amusingly, walking up the ramp, and those who ordered grabbed their stuff from you. Tony momentarily checked up on you, scowling at you that you weren’t resting and sitting down, mothering you as Rhodey abandons you to your brother’s nagging.

Natasha seems to caress your face after Tony’s dotting, picking up her milkshake,you lean into her touch.

“Let’s get you patched up, okay?” She says softly as you hummed in agreement. 

When the night comes, you’re all bandaged up and lying in bed, Natasha curls up to your side. Her eyes closed, but you know that she’s not asleep from her breathing. She was focusing, on your heart that you were alive and breathing. You were still by her side, you weren’t yet to depart. 

Sudden movements make you wince, too much pressure can cause you to groan and Natasha would move with concerning intention to help you in any way. 

“I’m here, Nat,” You quietly spoke, “I’m not going anywhere, not yet anyway.” 

“You could have died today.” 

“And?” You questioned her, “Sweetheart, for you, I would carry the weight of the world on my shoulders. And if I fell, I would be fine knowing that I died for you.”

There was silence as she opens her eyes tilting her head to look up at you, she sees you that you’re content, the soft purple-blue hues of the LED lights reflecting off your skin. 

“Don’t want to wake up in a world where your side is cold.”

“Hm,” You hummed, “Well, it’ll take years for that to happen, we have a few milestones we need to get through. Like marriage, kids - or not, your choice if you want kids, we can always adopt if you want too. We also have to travel the world, not for missions, you know? Like Japan, always wanted to go to Japan. I know you want to visit Brazil. Plus, cruises, that sound good to do as well. You know we also have to get through growing old together before a side of a bed will be cold.”

“You’re rambling.”

“You like it when I ramble.”

You open one eye to look down at her, seeing her smile. You smile back before closing your eyes again, squeezing her closer to your side.

“Come on, lets sleep, we have loads of tomorrows to get through together.”

Natasha relax under you, she likes the sound of that, but if Tony asked her. She’d hit him and keep her lips shut because no one else needs to know yours and her plans for the future.  

[ao3-hipster-fangirl-trash]

I don’t belong here (I)

Summary: taking place during the events of The Avengers, Lex is Tony Starks adoptive daughter, who seems to have a knack for technology and, for some odd reason, mythology, however when one of the myths she loves so much comes to life, she can’t help but feel she knows him from a life before Tony Stark

aka: Tony and Steve pine whilst a 12 year old tries to have a conversation with an intergalactic criminal

part 1 / part 2

Lex was put up for adoption when she was 5.

It wasn’t because her family didn’t love her, they truly did, it was because they couldn’t be sure she was safe anymore. A child that turns blue when afraid is extremely suspicious to say the least, but where she had come from? Even more so.

She remembered how her father had cried, tears tracking though the grime coating his face. She remembered how he had held to her so tightly, his fists bunching her dress and sniffing into her shoulder. She remembered his pleas, his words, just, him.

She had been crying too. Of course, she wasn’t sure if it was because she knew what was happening, or because of what had just happened, but either way, she was crying.

They had been standing on the doorstep of an orphanage, or a foster home, or some place where orphans went. It was late and no-one was on the streets, everyone sleeping in their beds, cuddled up to someone or something. But they were awake, on the steps of a home that wasn’t hers.

She’d forgotten what he called her.

It was something beautiful, something lovely. Her original name before he had left her alone. She had told one of the boys in the home, but even he didn’t remember any more.

He had said her name, then; I must leave. Be good, be kind, be smart, be safe.

Then he had gone.

She had knocked on the door, greeted by a woman in a nightgown, crying to her about how she had lost her Papa, and how she was alone, and the woman had taken her in and helped her look. But, as suspected, they had found no-one.

Of course she had made friends whilst she was there, but only one she kept in contact with, and thats who she was talking to right now, in the Stark tower, 4 years after the Afghanistan incident and 7 years after being left.

Both of them had progressed in school exponentially, becoming the highest in their grades in the sciences and mathematics, each of them describes as ‘star students’ and both of them continuously bored by the curriculum.  At that current moment, they were talking about their English teacher, Mr Burney, who had assigned them yet another book to read, and yet again it was the most boring thing that the two of them had ever had the displeasure of laying their eyes on.

“I mean, who decides to make a shakespearian drama with entire chapters of bad grammar AND then makes sure that it has no feasible end, and on top of that add political subtext which makes no sense whatsoever?”

Peter sighed on the other side of the line at the end of the rant, clearly still frustrated by the entire situation.

“Clearly someone who thinks they can write?” Lex chucked, moving around her room, kicking away her beanbag which was laid across her floor, somewhat pathetically.

“Maybe if we go to sleep, tomorrow we won’t remember the plot?”

Lex gave a little laugh, shaking her head slightly.

“Maybe.”

She heard thrusters firing near the balcony, before a loud metallic clang as Tony landed, back from his last ‘science mission.’

Lex jumped towards the door, phone still in hand, rushing towards the living room.

“Peteigottagotony’sbacktalktoyousoon!!” She heard him chuckle on the other side of the line and say a quick ‘bye’ before hearing a continuous beep, singling that he had hung up.

She barrelled into the living room and threw herself towards Tony, having him barely catch her and hoist her into his arms, after all, she was 12, in motion and tall for her age, and he wasn't Captain America.

“Heeeyyyy kiddo, did ya miss me?” She gave him a toothy grin in reply before giving him a gentle pat on the cheek.

“Tony you were gone an hour.” She replied, before jumping down and going towards Pepper, who was currently fussing over the stats of the tower’s energy.

The blueprints were rising from their sheets, broad glowing shapes representing the very structure where they stood, every little detail counted for, from the water pipes to the odd thermostat wiring in Lex’s room (too cold and she went a little… well… blue).

Lex brought her hands towards the large frame of the building and passed her hand through it, waving it back and forth in a bored and repetitive motion.

“Peppeeeeeeerrrrrr?” Pepper hummed in response before she looked down from her work to see Lex staring up at her, eyes wide.

“Pepper can we get takeaway? Like Wendy’s or something, cause Tony had a nice burger with onion rings last time and I want a burger and onion rings.”

She gave a slight smile from the corner of her mouth, looking back towards her work.

“I would say ask Tony but I know he's definitely going to say yes to takeaway.”

“Did someone say takeaway?”

Tony had reached the table where the two girls were stood, surveying his good work.

He walked around Pepper, admiring the work he had done. Whilst watching the energy levels stabilise he felt himself fill with an almost self serving pride which only Tony Stark would be able to recognise. Of course he was proud. He had just made his entire building go green, he had a lot to be proud about. Of course, the best part was when he got to explain it to Lex, and how her eyes went wide and her mouth hung open, clearly enamoured by the logistics of the devices he made. Whilst she wasn’t biologically his kid, he could see himself in her a little more every day.

At that particular moment she was clinging onto Peppers arm, giving her Tony’s signature puppy dog face, ‘cept she could pull it off 1000 times better than he could, hell if it were her that had ended up in that cave, they would have let her out within a day, begging for her to forgive them.

“Pops, can we get takeaway?” Good god he couldn’t ever say no to that face.

“Fine-“

“Yesss.”

He watched her give a little fist pump in victory, ever so slight but still. He knew she had him wrapped around her little finger, the only problem was that she knew it. Of course, she didn't let him spoil her, she knew her limits and didn’t like to test em.

There was a ding behind them where the elevator settled in its place drawing everyone to look at the double doors as they opened.

“Wow that was quick.” Tony gave a snicker at Lex’s little quip, before turning back to the doors to see Phil Coulson striding out in a brisk manner, a file in hand, with a blank face, completely unaware of the previous comment.

“Cole!” Lex ran towards the man, only to have him hoist her up on his hip, looking at her in an amused manner.

“Oh god you’re getting big, what are you now, 26? 27 maybe?” Lex laughed and slid down before heading to the couch and plopping herself down, turning on the tv as a ‘faux distraction,’ on low enough that she could hear the conversation.

Tony, of course, knew this, but indulged her curiosity by saying nothing of it.

“We got a little problem Stark,” Coulson sighed, shifting the files of paper in his grasp, “An interstellar problem.”

“Sounds like a big problem.” It obviously earnt him a swift kick to the ankles by Pepper because a moment later Lex hears an exasperated ‘ow’.

“It is, what do you know of Loki?” Lex’s ears perked up, instantly invested within the situation. She had heard that name before in fact her biological father was adamant that she learnt about him, making sure to distinguish the truth from lies. When she would ask how he knew, he would look at her with a mischievous glint in his eyes, saying ‘He’s a close friend of mine.”

Her train of thought was interrupted by Tony replying.

“A little, kiddo over here’s pretty interested in that sort of stuff, aren’t you kid?” It was her cue to join in.

“Yup, a so called ‘trickster god’ whom was well known as a Jotun within the Asgardian household, he was often used for diplomacies and political missions, trying to unite the two lands, however due to his brother, Thor’s distaste for the species, treaties fell apart leaving the kingdoms at war.” She took in a deep breath, having said all of that in one singular gust.

Phil nodded, before looking back and pushing the file towards Tony who, after a stern look from Pepper, accepted the file.

“In here is everything you need to know about the mission.”

Tony gave him an eye roll, before strolling towards a table in which many of the blueprints for his newest tech thing was located, gods knew what it was, and swept the all away, making space for the 3d hologram which sprung to life in the air around him. Lex was preoccupied asking Phil why he needed to know about Loki.

“So, whats with the need for a mythology lesson?” She was swinging back and forth on her heels, feeling curious.

“Well, we had a man break into one of our labs through something called ‘The Tesseract’ and-“

“Oh I know that.” She interrupted him, having him turn to her, shocked in a sense.

“You, you know what ‘The Tesseract’ is?”

“Yup.”

He took a step back, looking at Lex with trepidation, a little wary of a child who knew about a weapon of mass destruction.

“Its one of the 6 stones, right?” Coulson felt himself relax, clearly it was a different Tesseract she was thinking of.

“Sure kid.”

Lex was distracted by a roaring sound coming from behind her, turning to see a green creature smashing through several military grade vehicles, along with a tank, before barrelling towards two personnel and batting them away easily. She gasped slightly, in awe of the creature in front of her.

Tony had his head bowed over the workplace, one of his hands rubbing the back of his neck and the other leaning against the station bench. Lex could vaguely hear Pepper escorting Coulson out, gesturing towards the two Starks at the workbench and making an exaggeration of how long they’d be up, reassuring Coulson that they would do their research, yet knowing in the back of her mind she would force them both to bed by midnight, maximum.

Lex was transfixed, looking at the different people dancing across the screen, spotting Natasha kicking her way to a door, knocking some poor guy out who had no clue what hit him, along with a man in blue white and red armour, brandishing a shield of the same colour scheme. He looked suspiciously like the man on the poster Tony had hanging in his room, his blond hair cut in a military style, swept to the side in a convenient fashion. Tony had a huge crush on this guy, and if they would be working together she was sure it was going to end in Tony making a huge ass of himself.

The one person that caught her eye was a man in the corner of the screen, appearing out of what seemed to be a sort of portal, powered by the space stone, or ‘Tesseract,’ as Phil had called it. He landed in a kneeling fashion before remaining in that same position for several moments, then jerking upwards and bringing his staff up and releasing a ball of blue light from it, targeting the cluster of engines causing it to explode. Chaos ensued thereafter, resulting in multiple bodies littering the floor and two people being, possessed?

Lex felt an element of familiarity in the back of her mind, looking at the back profile of this man, as if she had seen him somewhere before. His black hair, the clothes, all of it seemed like something from a long lost dream of sorts, the same as real life, but, different. Changed in a way.

If only he would just turn around-

A shot flew towards the camera, blanking out that certain feed, leaving the screen in a static which was beyond frustrating, removing any feeling of familiarity that lex had previously felt, leaving her feeling somewhat empty. Her mind was racing whilst her exterior was calm, reaching to find out why she felt like she knew the man in the video, but nothing came to her.

She gave a little frustrated sigh, turning back towards the other video feeds and scanning the faces in front of her, all enhanced or extraordinary in some way, all completely different, all amazing in their own way.

“Looks like imma be up very late doing homework, you wanna help me revise?” Tony was looking down at her, watching her soak up everything in front of her.

“Only if we get Wendy’s.” Tony chuckled and looked up to the ceiling.

“J.A.R.V.I.S.?”

“Already on it sir.” The automated British voice responded, like Lex’s, but fancier. J.A.R.V.I.S. spoke in a way which was fit for the queen herself, Lex was more of a poshish London accent.

She drew up a chair for herself, plopping down next to Tony and bringing out a pencil and art pad, ripping away her latest drawing (a sketch of Pepper, which was surprisingly in proportion and well coloured, the kid wasn’t half bad at this) and put a title on the next page in big bubble letters; ‘The Extraordinary’s,’ and began making a list of people, leaving space underneath for making notes.

“Ready when you are paps.”