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emsxworld · 4 years ago

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NEW CHAPTER!! 😊

Two scenes in this chapter were inspired by art created by @negativesd09 and @emkayoh, I have linked their work in the end notes.

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Ever since Peter Anthony Stark was born, he had become the definition of a Daddy’s boy, plain and simple. Perhaps it was because he shared two of his names with his father, or perhaps it was because his father had been there to take care of him and love him when his mother could not – whatever it was, one thing was for certain, Peter Stark absolutely adored him.

He was always smiling and giggling in delight when his Daddy was in the room. His first word had been ‘Dada’ and his first steps had been to toddle towards his astonished father when the mansion’s A.I notified the billionaire of the new progression occurring in the child’s nursery.

There was nothing Tony Stark could do wrong in Peter’s eyes. At times, he was the only one who saw through the protective layers the genius had built over the years to see the loveable; (for lack of a better word) dorky side to the apparent well put together billionaire and business tycoon.

Tony Stark wasn’t like his father. From the first time he held his new born son in his arms and gazed down in awe at the perfect little face with the tiny upturned nose, fingernails the size of a grain of rice and two beautiful dark chocolate brown eyes (an identical pigment to his own irises), he knew that he would not be Howard. He would not let his child feel neglected, worthless and the symbolism of disappointment as he had been growing up in the spotlight.

The love he had for Peter was indescribable, but those closest to him could see the irreparable bond Tony shared with his child. They were inseparable and so alike, not just in looks, but in their shared curiosity and urge to learn more, to thrive on in their own creative roots. Neither Pepper, Rhodey or Happy would ever deny that Tony was an excellent father. He had changed since Peter had arrived. The drinking and all-nighters were a relic of the past.

Now, Peter was the centre of the billionaire’s world. It hadn’t been easy at first, but the little boy who shared his eyes and his high IQ had wormed his way into the billionaire’s closed heart and Tony knew deep down that he could not live without Peter. One of the best parts about being a father was seeing the pure admiration and adoration in his child’s eyes and it was very clear even from the early days when the young Stark couldn’t even form words, that Peter felt exactly the same.

There was only one problem with this mutual strong connection the father and son shared. Peter had separation anxiety. He was incredibly susceptive to physical affection, which was all his father’s fault because the man couldn’t resist kissing those cute chubby cheeks and mop of curls on a daily basis whenever he cuddled his kid in his arms.

At the age of four, Peter hadn’t changed apart from growing a little taller and expanding his knowledge with the genius mind he had inherited from his father. He was still as adorable as ever and Tony just couldn’t resist the inevitable urge to swing his little one into the air, heart swelling with love as the boy squealed and giggled in infectious delight at the playful action, before bringing him down and planting small kisses all over his little face like there was no tomorrow. This type of hyper scene occurred on a daily basis and it was no wonder that Peter often craved this indulgent affection as he had been raised to expect it.

Tony had been brought in a cold household with a detached and distant father. The only affection he received was from his mother and JARVIS, therefore as far as he was concerned he was entitled to ensure his own son knew that he was loved and cherished. Tony had very rarely experienced the tender, intimate moments he shared with his child when he was Peter’s age. He read to Peter, played with him, made him his breakfast, lunch and dinner and did everything with his son that Howard had missed out on.

As aforementioned, the only problem with his parenting style was that Peter couldn’t stand to be parted from him. Tony always dreaded the inevitable business meetings where he was required to be out of Malibu a couple nights at a time, because he knew his kid would be unhappy and there was nothing he could do to sway him.

His son loved Pepper, his Uncle Rhodey and Uncle Happy, but they weren’t his Daddy and no-body would ever be able to live up to the standards that his father had set. Tony never admitted it out loud, but the truth was that he hated being separated from his son too, even if it was easily perceived by Pepper when she witnessed first-hand how jittery and reserved the genius became when he couldn’t be with Peter.

It just so happened that another business meeting was just around the corner yet again. Both he and Pepper were meant to be there, and Rhodes was busy with his duties for the army, so that just left Happy to watch Peter whilst Tony was away for his eleven o’clock slot.

Happy was fond of Peter, but he wasn’t naturally attuned to children’s wants and needs and he often grumbled under his breath when he thought the others couldn’t hear when the little boy would cry or would enter his ‘bratty’ phase. It was very rare for Peter to do this, but it happened, as it did with all four-year olds from time to time.

Tony was keen to keep his boy distracted and entertained for the morning before he would have to leave. He had told Peter about the meeting when he went to wake him up early that morning with a gentle, warm hand stroking his son’s back to rouse him from his slumber and a soft kiss to his curls. The boy was too lethargic to properly take the meaning behind his father’s words in and had mumbled some incoherent words at the mention of the business meeting, before rolling onto his back and snuggling into the man’s sturdy chest, nuzzling his face into the crook of his Daddy’s neck.

Tony huffed a laugh at the gesture, well used to Peter being pretty unresponsive and even more clingy when he first woke up and the billionaire was only too obliged to hold his kiddo close and carry him to the kitchen to make some blueberry pancakes together and forget their worries. Heading down to the lab was the next point on the agenda.

The workshop underneath the main floor of the mansion was their favourite place. It had always been Tony’s main area of expertise, of course, as it allowed him to indulge in his genius ideas and creations and it was where he felt most at home.

As Peter was his little shadow, naturally that meant that the father had had to make a few changes to the lab to ensure it was safe for a baby to be in. The soft foamed area specifically designed for Peter, created by Tony, had been installed soon after his kid begun to display a certain neediness to be with his Daddy nearly twenty-four seven.

Peter didn’t spend all his time in his highly efficient playpen though. That was only reserved for times when his father was working on something dangerous like tasering some loose wires or working with small intricate designs which required tiny bolts and gadgets that were liable for little feet to accidentally tread on. Peter spent many a time in his father’s arms when the man wasn’t working with his hands, sitting in his Daddy’s lap and basking in the warmth and comfort that only a parent could provide.

When his son was a baby, Tony would often sit cross-legged on the floor, cradling the little one in his arms and browsing through online articles and profiles about particular topics and public figures. Peter loved the blue glow that came from the screens that seemed to float in mid-air…

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…“Da!” The baby chirped, waving one small chubby arm at a photo of an old car model from the 1960s which the billionaire was interested in buying.

“Mhm,” Tony hummed, lifting his son so he was standing on the man’s legs to see the picture better. “What do you think, Pete? A worthy investment?” He asked, resting his chin on the top of the boy’s fuzzy chestnut curls.

Peter didn’t answer with any coherent words, but he babbled enthusiastically whilst waving his little fist, drool trailing down his chin.

The father deciphered that the only reason why his kid was drawn to this 1967 Shelby Cobra model was because it was blue. It was the colour of Peter’s nursery walls, even though this was a royal blue instead of the sky shade his room boasted, but it was smart lick of paint, Tony would give it that.

“A fitting endorsement if I ever saw one,” the billionaire remarked, tilting his chin to place a quick kiss to the top of the boy’s head, before leaning round the small body to wipe away the trail of drool with the sleeve of his long-sleeved Metallica top. The baby squirmed and wriggled but didn’t whimper as he was used to the man fretting over him. “You’re a little dork, you know?” He teased.

Peter’s little face broke into a big slobbery grin at his father’s playful tone and the tickly feeling of the beard which was scratching against the side of his face as the man leaned close to him.

He burst into a fit of giggles, Tony’s favourite sound in the world, which spurred him to grin and snigger at how perfect his little boy really was, nuzzling his face against Peter’s and scattering loads of small kisses all over his baby’s face.

“Yeah, you’re a crazy monkey, aren’t you? Crazy baby,” Tony joked between kisses, heart swelling with warmth when his kid squealed with laughter and wriggled even more.

Peter babbled some other incoherent words, but his delighted laughter was enough. Tony chuckled, warmly, rubbing his face against the little tuft of hair and closing his eyes as he inhaled the sweet smell of the apple scented shampoo he had applied the night before and something that was distinctly Peter.

“Love you, baby,” the father murmured after a few moments once the boy’s infectious giggles had reduced and the gummy smile was all that remained. Peter snuffled and cooed, nuzzling into the man’s warmth and the two remained down in the lab for the rest of the day.

Pepper found them a few hours later in a rather unresponsive state. Tony was splayed out in the playpen, top discarded beside him and Peter was lying on his bare chest.

Both were sleeping soundly, cute little snuffles escaping the baby as he nuzzled into the spot right above his father’s heart and the man’s hand was resting protectively on the child’s back, jaw slackened in his relaxed state but the steady grip on his son never faltering.

Pepper downright cooed at the sight and immediately asked JARVIS to take a photo and a video; smirking when he replied with an almost response that could almost be described as fond (even though it was technically an AI): “I already have, Miss Potts.”

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Tony loved that picture. He had plenty of photos in a file named ‘Peter Anthony Stark’, where JARVIS had been like his own personal cameraman; always being there to capture the moments, but that photo definitely had to be in the billionaire’s top five that they had collected over the past four years.

Lab time was still special, especially as Peter was big enough now to sit at his own desk and work on drawings or small DIY projects, whilst the genius tinkered a few feet away. It was the perfect way to keep his kid occupied for the morning until Happy arrived.

After devouring the blueberry pancakes, Tony scooped Peter up into his arms, licking his finger and wiping away the syrup which had spilled down the boy’s chin.

“Okay, I know you love your old man’s cooking like a champ, but you wanna try actually getting it in your mouth next time, buddy?” Tony teased, light-heartedly, tickling underneath his kid’s chin, eliciting approving giggles from the little boy as he squirmed uncontrollably in his father’s hold. “You crazy demon child,” the man remarked, indulgently, bouncing the boy on his hip and tickling across his little tummy as he wandered over to the staircase leading down to the lab.

“Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!” Peter chirped, grinning from ear to ear and practically squealing when he realised where his father was leading them.

“Peter, Peter, Peter!” Tony replied on an instant, chuckling at the bright shine in his son’s doe eyes.

“Daddy, I wanna, I wanna dress up as you! I wanna be you!” He was vibrating with excitement, bouncing a couple of times as he was barely able to contain his enthusiasm.

“Really? You wanna look like Daddy today?” Tony commented in mirth, smirking at his kid as he typed the pass code into the security panel. Peter was currently in his space themed pyjama top and bottoms, but he had his trainers on just in case there were sharp objects on the floor.

“Mhm! Wanna be like you!” Peter expressed, enthusiastically with a serene nod, as if it was the most ordinary, everyday request. It definitely was for the son of Iron Man.

“Alright, kiddo. We’ll muck about down here for a bit and then we’ll get you in your armour,” Tony joked, thinking about the Iron Man styled onesie hanging up in the boy’s wardrobe.

They didn’t do anything too complicated as it was still early, and Peter was still tired, even though one wouldn’t know it by looking at the ecstatic ball of energy, but Tony knew that it wouldn’t be long until he crashed with the way his crazy kid was going on. The genius asked JARVIS to play some soft pop music for background noise and he let Peter sit in his lap as he sat in front of the monitors and messed about on the internet and make notes on his upcoming projects for an hour or two.

It was getting closer to eleven and Tony’s heart sunk as he realised he would have to leave Peter soon, which was made even worse because of how perfect the morning had been up until this point. He wanted to make things as smooth as possible by keeping his son entertained, but it almost seemed to have backfired back onto the man since he would have to ruin the relaxed, peaceful mood he had created.

Tony sighed, deeply, ruffling his son’s curls in the process from where his chin was resting on top of his head. He clicked off the document he had been working on and tilted his head to gaze down at his son, who was fiddling with an Iron Man action figure and one in the shape of an alien, making cute little “pow!” and “bang!” sounds as he made them fight each other.

The man brought his lips down and blew a small raspberry on the spot behind the boy’s ear, provoking him to snort and burst into peals of laughter, leaning against his father’s chest.

“Daddy silly!” He giggled.

Tony chuckled, warmly, hugging his kid close as he nuzzled his hair affectionately. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah!”

He watched on fondly as Peter played with his fingers where his hand was resting on the boy’s tummy. His hand looked so big on his child’s small body and the innocent curiosity displayed by someone so young was incredibly endearing to the elder.

“You wanna get dressed, buddy?” Tony murmured into his son’s curls after a couple moments of just watching his kid observe his hands like he was seeing them for the first time. It was adorable and Stark never thought that he would describe something like that in his entire life. Stark men didn’t create adorable things; somehow Peter existed.

“I be like you now?” The boy asked, peering up at him with an excited grin on his face, adoration for his father shining in his brown eyes and Tony couldn’t help but feel blessed.

He smiled, indulgently, bending to drop a kiss to his son’s fore-head. “Anytime you want, kiddo,” he chuckled, swinging the boy into the air playfully and blowing another raspberry on his little pudgy belly as the pyjama top rose up from the sudden move and Peter squealed in delight, kicking his legs in his exhilaration.

Before he had his baby, Tony hadn’t been one for physical affection or physical contact at all for that matter. He never liked people handing him things and it was always Happy, Pepper or Rhodes who dealt with the personal one to one contact with investors and journalists. He had become so accustomed to behaving this way that upon the discovery that he had fathered a child, his first reaction was fear. He rarely opened up to anybody and the idea that he suddenly had a tiny human being to care for and raise terrified him.

The incredible thing was that Peter made it easy. He had literally fallen in love. Pepper liked to joke that her boss had become smitten with his kid ever since he first laid eyes on him and Tony didn’t even have the heart to argue. All of it belonged to Peter and he wouldn’t know it yet, but in a few years, Pepper would enter his heart too and he would finally open up fully to someone other than his son.

Until then, Peter would be the sole receiver of Tony’s physical affections. That’s what made the whole leaving predicament so much harder, because Peter relied on him for so much and only Tony knew all the little details about what his son liked and disliked, what he was afraid of, what brought him the greatest joys in life…he could go on and on. Even though it physically pained the genius to hear his child crying for him, he knew that Peter couldn’t live like this forever and they would have to get used to living their own lives as the boy grew older.

Tony carried the little one to his bedroom, heart sinking and stomach churning with dread as he placed the boy on his feet beside his bed and headed over to the wardrobe to grab the Iron Man onesie. He wasn’t ready for the next conversation he had to have with the gleeful little boy currently bouncing on the balls of his feet at the prospect of dressing up like his Daddy and blissfully believing that they were going to be spending the whole day together, but deep down the billionaire knew that it had to be done.

When he turned back around, he couldn’t help the warm smile that graced his features as his amusement caused the laugh lines around his dark eyes to crease and his lips to perk upwards, because Peter had taken the initiative to remove all of his clothes himself.

“You’re a terrific helper, buddy,” Tony chuckled, kneeling down to be at his son’s height so he could ask him to raise one leg to slip the onesie over his body, but he stopped to pull the boy’s underwear back up again. “Sorry, Pete, gotta keep yourself tucked away during the day,” he sniggered.

“Nuh uh! ‘m gonna be naked!” Peter giggled.

“Not gonna happen, pal. We want you to look your best for when Uncle Happy comes, right?” Tony said, pulling the onesie up over his kid’s shoulders and zipping it up. The comment left a bitter, sour taste in his mouth as it cemented the fact that he would be leaving his son in little more than half an hour.

“We goin’ out with Uncie Happy?” Lordy, this was going to be fun…

Tony smoothed the wrinkled fabric down and gently gripped the boy’s arms. “No, bud, you remember what I told you this morning when I woke you up? Your Uncle Happy is coming to spend some time with his favourite nephew whilst Daddy goes for his meeting,” he spoke softly and reassuringly, although it didn’t do him any favours because the moment his words left his lips, the boy’s face immediately scrunched up and his bottom lip trembled.

“No,” Peter whimpered. “Daddy stay with Peter.”

Jesus, the poor kid only now seemed to notice that the man was dressed smartly in one of his expensive suits.

Tony’s heart broke at his kid’s trembling voice and his little plea, as tears formed in his eyes. The father reached up with one hand to cup his child’s soft cheek and catch a fallen tear on his thumb as it fell.

“I’m sorry, baby, I wish I could. You know that I would stay and play with you all day if I didn’t have important work to see to,” the man explained.

“But Auntie Pep can do your work and you stay here?” Peter said, toying on his bottom lip with his pointer finger as his big doe eyes begged the man to stay with him. God, this kid was so damn smart, but he was so damn innocent still.

Despite the gloominess of the situation, Tony couldn’t help but chuckle at his kid’s optimism. “It’s not that simple, honey. Pepper isn’t the head of the company, so there are some things that she can’t do, but guess who can?”

“You,” the little boy mumbled, reaching up to rub at his nose as he sniffled.

The billionaire smiled, sadly, rubbing his hands up and down his son’s arms in what he hoped would be a comforting gesture. “Exactly, buddy, good job. If I don’t show up, then I would get a big telling off and you wouldn’t want that to happen to Daddy, right?”

“No…”

Tony couldn’t stand the completely dejected look on his kid’s usually beaming face; it felt like his insides were being ripped apart. “C’mon, Petey, lemme see that billion-dollar smile,” he coaxed, tickling the boy’s ribs and under his arm pits, two sensitive areas which never failed to get the little one giggling hysterically.

Peter only fidgeted a bit at the move, a stubborn pout protruding on his lips and he crossed his arms to effectively stop his father’s tickling and the elder had no choice but to take his hands away and raise an eyebrow at his kid’s attitude.

“If you can’t stay with me, then Daddy take Peter with!” The boy suddenly announced, tone completely deadpan and leaving no room for argument.

It was quite the statement from a four year-old child, but it amused the father because his kid sounded so much like him. He was just as stubborn and enthusiastic once he got an idea in his head and Peter clearly thought that he had just come up with a brilliant idea, judging by the satisfied glint in his eye, refusing to back down.

“I don’t know about that, buddy.” He couldn’t stop the huge smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, hands gently resting on his son’s hips as he spoke. “A lot of business people don’t like kids, they’re nasty old men who don’t care about anyone, especially little boys like you. You wouldn’t want to sit in a boring room with dudes like that, would you?”

Peter shook his head, his determination not once wavering even if the idea of scary old people scrutinising him did give the child some sense of anxiety. He didn’t care, he only wanted to be with his Daddy.

“I be with Daddy, bad guys don’ matter,” he stated. His fierce attempt at a serious expression was adorable, if not slightly worrying to the concerned father.

Tony caught his bottom lip between his teeth, eyebrows narrowing as he studied his kid for a moment in pure disbelief. He wasn’t usually left speechless by anybody and always managed to have the last word, but he was pretty much flawed. His four year-old had stunned him, but he supposed it wasn’t the first time Peter had done this, the little bugger had made him incredibly soft and Tony knew it.

He sighed through his nose, leaning forward to scoop the boy up into his arms, staring into his child’s eyes in admiration at his valiant efforts. He supported his son’s lower half with one arm as he playfully bopped his kid’s nose with the other hand, causing it to scrunch up as Peter giggled at the gesture.

“You’re incredible, Pete. Four years old and you’re already leaving your Dad lost for words, what is the world coming to, huh?” Tony spoke, jovially, shaking his head in wonder.

“Love Daddy!” Peter chirped, sweetly.

A soft look crossed the billionaire’s face, paternal love for his child glimmering in his chocolate brown eyes and he leaned forward to rub his nose against the boy’s, giving him an Eskimo kiss. Peter loved these kisses the most and he was in a fit of giggles immediately, squealing with delight at his father’s affections.

“Sir, Mr Hogan has arrived,” JARVIS suddenly announced. Perfect timing.

“Thanks, J,” Tony murmured, pressing a kiss to his son’s fore-head and making his way out of the boy’s room and down to the foyer. He braced the back of his kid’s head, allowing him to cuddle close since it was the least he could do, because he knew that he was in for one hell of a goodbye in a few moments.

Happy was just walking through the front door when father and son arrived, tucking the car keys into his pocket.

“Hey, Hap. Good drive?”

“As good as it can be. How’s the kid?” The driver asked, gaze drifting to the boy in his best friend’s arms. The sight certainly wasn’t anything new for him, especially when his boss had a business meeting.

“Sulking,” Tony smirked, bouncing his kid gently on his hip, who refused to move his face from the crook of the man’s neck.

“He been good his morning?”

“As good as he can be,” Tony retorted with a cheeky wink and a mischievous smirk. “Nah, he’s been great. He’s just a little cutie-pie, aren’t you, pal?” He spoke with a high lift in his voice, bouncing his kid and tickling across the boy’s rib cage, eliciting some high pitched squeals and bombastic laughter as Peter finally removed his face from the man’s neck.

“There he is, there’s my handsome little guy,” Tony beamed, pleased that his son was now smiling brightly. Speaking too soon… “Hey, Pete, Uncle Happy’s here, you wanna say hi?”

“Hey, buddy,” Happy greeted, walking up to the two with a kind smile.

“Hi, Uncie Happy!” Peter waved and reached over to give the driver a hug, Tony taking the opportunity to transfer the boy into the other man’s arms. Happy squeezed the child warmly and caught his friend’s eye, who smiled sadly and reached over to gently stroke his son’s hair.

Tony leaned in to press a quick kiss to the top of his kid’s head, murmuring in his ear, ��See you soon, kiddo. Love you.”

He should have just left as soon as he placed Peter in Happy’s arms, because what followed was definitely all on him. He hated leaving his kid just as much as Peter detested it and it probably would have been better if he had just snuck out, so he didn’t have to put them both through the heavy emotions that came with their separation.

The moment the low goodbye left his lips, Peter suddenly burst into tears. His chest heaved dangerously with his heavy sobs and hitching breaths, both arms reaching out for Tony desperately.

“N-no, D-Dada, don’t go!” Peter howled, cries only increasing as he made grabby hands at his Daddy, whose pained expression caused Happy to make the quick decision to transfer the hysterical child back into his father’s arms. His wailing still persisted even when he was as close as he could be to the man.

“Sh, sh, shh, come on, baby, it’s alright. Shhh, it’s okay, I’m right here, Daddy’s here, sweetheart, shh…” Tony hushed, quietly, subconsciously rocking his son and nuzzling his fluffy curls, affectionately, placing delicate kisses across flushed cheeks and temples. The poor kid was bawling, his face bathed in tears and his grip on his father’s suit jacket exceedingly tight for one so small.

Happy watched on worriedly, eyebrows raised in concern at the boy’s complete meltdown. Tony usually managed to leave before things got this ugly, as Happy, Pepper or Rhodes were able to distract the kid with his Legos or some kind of game, so he wouldn’t bring out the waterworks like this. It wasn’t often that Tony got dragged away to these damn business meetings, so he supposed that it was just too much for the kid this time, as it had been a while since the man had been called away and it explained the extreme outburst from Peter.

The kid eventually managed to calm himself, but it took several minutes of Tony cradling him, rocking him and murmuring sweet nothings into the boy’s hair for Peter’s heart-wrenching sobs to reduce in their volume. He was still crying softly into his Daddy’s shoulder, begging for him to stay.

“Alright, screw this,” Tony spoke after a few more minutes, voice hoarse and rough as he stroked the back of his son’s head whilst continuing to bounce him with his other hand. “I’m taking him with and you’re driving.”

“Wait, you’re what?!” Happy exclaimed.

“There’s no fu-freaking way I’m leaving him here. C’mon, buddy, let’s get your toy,” Tony said, leaving no room for argument, as he hefted the boy higher on his hip and headed back towards Peter’s bedroom. Happy was left standing in the hallway, completely flabbergasted.

The billionaire didn’t relinquish his hold on his son as he allowed the boy to reach for his Iron Man figure, but before he could dash back to Happy, Peter’s squeals of protest stopped him.

“What is it, Pete? We’re gonna be late.”

“Want my crayons, Daddy!”

Tony sighed, grabbing the colourful box that was sat on Peter’s dresser and a little notebook, stuffing them in the inside pocket of his suit jacket, before making his way back to the foyer. He didn’t care that he shouldn’t be giving in to his kid’s desires like this; he couldn’t stand listening to those horrible cries and begging anymore, and he figured it would just be easier for everybody if he brought Peter with. He could worry about what the board members would think later.

“Right, let’s go,” Tony ordered, slightly breathless from all the running around, but he was pleased when the driver simply shrugged and followed him to the car. He could always count on Happy to just trust his judgement and go along with whatever he came up with, even if it was ridiculous.

Tony climbed into the back seat, sitting Peter in his lap and pulling the seatbelt over the both of them. He was exhausted, emotionally and physically and he didn’t have the heart to force the kid into his own seat, not after the huge meltdown he had just witnessed. Happy immediately pressed the button to slide the privacy screen up the moment father and son got themselves settled.

Peter appeared pretty content with their seating arrangements, sitting sideways on his father’s lap with his legs stretched out across the next seat and a small smile on his face as he nuzzled it into the man’s sturdy chest. Tony was aware that it wasn’t the safest position for the boy to be in, but he trusted Happy to get them safely to this damn meeting and there was no way the genius was letting his kid leave his arms now after their eventful morning. He felt like he was going to get whiplash soon with all this hot and cold, but he supposed this was what it was like having a little human that took after him.

Tony was drawn out of his thoughts when he felt Peter rummaging inside his suit jacket, fishing out two crayons, one bright red and the other yellow. His other hand was still accommodated with clutching onto his Iron Man figure, which he held close to his chest as if it were the most precious thing in the world.

“What’re you up to, buddy?” Tony asked, fondly, gaze soft as he watched the boy.

“Dwawing,” Peter said and before the man had a chance to decipher what on earth his son was saying, his kid reached up and drew a big red line down his father’s cheek.

Tony should have pulled away, any normal person would if they were expected to look their best at an important business meeting in less than ten minutes. No. The only movement he made was to smile, affectionately, allowing Peter to colour all over his face. God knows what he was mapping out, but Tony simply gave him the freedom to do it.

“We match now, Daddy,” Peter giggled after a few more minutes, giving a little bounce of excitement in his father’s lap as he beamed proudly.

Tony raised an eyebrow at this and took his phone out of his pocket to get the camera up and observe his reflection. Peter had attempted to draw a replica of the Iron Man mask with about as much accuracy and detail a four year-old could muster. It was pretty hilarious considering the fact that if Peter really wanted him to take on his alter ego image, he could have just pressed a button on his StarkWatch and the armour would be there in less than five seconds.

The genius scoffed at his very narcissistic image, but there was no possibility that he was going to spoil his kid’s enjoyment, so he simply cuddled him close and kissed his little nose. “Good boy, you did a great job,” he murmured, resting his fore-head against his son’s and smiling when Peter hummed happily at the praise.

Despite Happy’s excellent driving, they still turned up at the offices about fifteen minutes late into the two hour meeting and Tony gave a little sigh as they pulled up around the back. He secured his hold on his son and climbed out the car, giving his friend an appreciative pat on the shoulder, before dashing into the reception area.

The female receptionist gave him a strange, yet slightly bemused look, but he wasn’t surprised considering the current state of the normally well presented Tony Stark and his young son who was usually kept out of the public eye. A small smile quirked at the corner of her lips as her gaze trailed over the drawing on his face, but she politely chose not to comment on it and sign them in.

Tony took the lift to the top floor, tapping his foot impatiently as he watched the number dial slowly increase.

“Daddy?”

“Hm?”

“Will you still be in twouble?” Peter asked, blinking up at him with wide curious, innocent eyes. “Late?”

“Naahh, I’ve got my armour on. Nothing can get through that, you’re keeping me safe, kiddo,” Tony chuckled, brushing some hair back from his son’s fore-head, who grinned at the comment.

As soon as the doors binged open, the billionaire was off like a shot towards the correct room, not even pausing to knock and instead opting to head straight in. The door banged against the wall as it was slammed open and every head in the room whipped towards the source of the sudden loud noise, many jumping upright in their seats.

“Sorry I’m late. Peter was a nightmare this morning,” Tony said, walking over to the nearest free seat, which happened to be right next to Rhodes.

Everyone was too stunned to speak at the baffling sight of their boss with crayon all over his face and his child dressed in what appeared to be Iron Man pyjamas, clutching an Iron Man figure in his hand as he played with it quietly and ignored the onlookers.

Tony collapsed in the chair, sitting Peter on the table so that he was facing him, and he could give his arms a rest. He didn’t even need to look in his best friend’s direction to know that he was currently on the receiving end of one hell of a perplexed stare.

“Don’t even ask,” was all the exhausted genius could muster, only glancing at him in the corner of his eye.

“Tony…” Pepper, who was standing at the front and had been leading the presentation, sighed vehemently, bracing the side of her face with her hand in despair.

It would be many years later when those closest to Peter would look back on that bizarre turn of events fondly and they would always view the day that Tony Stark decided to take his clingy son to a business meeting as one of the best examples of the billionaire being a great parent. Tony liked to secretly agree.

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omnomsauruswrites · 6 years ago

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One and Done (Part 1)

Pairing: Bucky x You

Summary: The ultimate misunderstanding.

Word prompt: This is for @teamcap4bucky‘s challenge. Congrats, love! My prompt was Does he have to walk around shirtless all the time?

You huffed out a breath, as you bent over, hands on your knees. Six miles with Nat and Wanda every morning was exhausting. Granted, lately, you had been lethargic, lack of sleep and inner demons eating away at you were making your morning runs torturous. You needed a break. You need…

“Come on there, принцесса,” Nat teased, pushing gently on your back.

You wobbled and splayed your hands out just in case you fall. “Hahaha, very funny, Nat,” you quipped, as you stood back up, wipping your shirt on your face.

“Oh come on y/n, we know you’d rather do anything else,” Wanda added, walking beside you.

“I don’t mind running, I ran in college and high school. What I mind is you trying to push me into the pond,” you responded, eyes flitting over the field around the Compound. Wanda and Nat laughed, as you all walked back to the gym doors. You rolled your head on around on your shoulders, trying to ease the tension in the shoulders. “Need to see the Madam.”

“Need a lot more than that,” Nat threw out.

“What’s that supposed to me?” You asked, pushing open the gym door.

“I think it’s a hint that you need to get laid,” Wanda answered from behind you.

You tried not to recall the moment two weeks ago that had led you to all the tension in your body, to your lack of sleep.

“I do not!” you let out harshly.

“How long has it been since you’ve had a good fuck?” Nat inquired, making her way through the gym to the exit.

“Jesus fucking christ!” you exclaimed, fed up with the teasing. Heads whipped to the three of you, including Sam and Bucky’s on the sparring mat. You didn’t notice, blundering on. “When the last time I fucked someone is none of your business, Nat!”

“Well, you are saying loud enough to make it everyone’s business,” Wanda muttered.

“What was that?!” you growled out, hands landing on your hips, head wipping to the brunette.

“I said, YOU ARE SAYING IT LOUD ENOUGH TO MAKE IT EVERYONE’S BUSINESS!” Wanda repeated at an almost shouting decibel.

You immediately stopped, eyes flitting around the room, finally noticing everyone was looking at you. “Oh, like none of y’all talk about sex, go back to work!” you ordered, waving your hand.

“Good job, y/n,” Nat mumbled.

“Oh, fuck off,” you said, moving forward toward the door.

“Now, now, y/n,” Sam called from the sparring mat.

You tilted your head at the former paratrooper, glaring at him and stepping forward. You were sick of everyone getting in your business today. “Don’t start with me Sammy,” you threatened, pointing at him.

Bucky chuckled next to him, arms crossed across his wide, bare chest, taking in the scene. “And you,” you began pointing at the former assassin, who then pointed to himself, steel eyes wide. “You need a shirt. This is a gym not a strip club. Cover up!”

“Alright, she’s finally lost it… so we’re just going to go…” Wanda said, grabbing your hand and tugging you out of the gym. The moment the door clicked behind the two of you, she started in on you, “What the hell was that about?!”

“It’s a communal gym!” you shouted. “That’s how people get sick!”

“You know the super soldiers don’t get sick,” she reminded you, tugging you further away from prying ears.

You rolled your eyes. “Doesn’t mean the rest of us don’t.”

“What has gotten into you?” she asked.

“Does he have to walk around shirtless all the time?” you commented from left field, looking back at the closed door. “I mean really, this isn’t a …..”

Wanda dragged you into the awaiting elevator and hit the button for your floor. “What the hell, y/n?”

“What?!”

“What do you mean what?” Wanda responded, hands going red in frustration. “Don’t make me go digging.”

You sighed, running a hand over your face. “Bucky and I….” She nodded, encouraging you continue, as you tried to find the right words to explain. “We… ummm…”

“Y/n…”

“Remember that pool party, where I just disappeared?” you asked her, eyes staring at the metal doors. You tried not to replay the images in your brain, tried not to recall the feelings associated with that memory.

“Yea, no one could find you until the morning,” she remembered.

“About that….” you paused again. “Bucky and I kinda snuck off to his room.”

Wanda’s lips made an O, as she began to put your lack of words together. “So you and him….”

“Yup.”

“And…”

“And it was a one time kind of deal,” you answered, walking off the elevator as it hit the right floor.

“Did he say that?” she inquired, still standing in the elevator.

“Come on, Bucky Barnes, can have any woman he wants, a million times over, no need to set my expectations too high,” you explained, putting your finger over your room access pad.

“Y/n…”

“Wanda don’t. It was a one and done kind of deal. Barnes isn’t like that.”

“What did you do to her?” Nat asked Bucky.

“I don’t know what you are talking about,” he replied, glaring at the red head.

“Y/n doesn’t loose her cool. She’s calm and happy. She’s a fucking beam of sun. What did you do?!” Nat accused.

“I didn’t do anything,” he argued.

She stepped closer to him, crowding him. “Don’t lie, Yasha.”

“I did nothing that she didn’t consent to,” he maintained, arms dropping down, shoulders slouching.

Knuckles hit his jaw and he stumbled backwards on the mat. “Fuck,” he mumbled, trying to find his footing.

“You are a fucking asshole, chasing anything with two legs. And now look at what you did?!” she accused. “You fucking broke her.”

“You think I wanted this?!” he insisted, stepping closer to the Black Widow. “You think, I wanted her running away from me?! I’m just chasing anything with two legs, right?! WRONG! I’ve been trying to prove to her she’s what I want. I’ve sent her flowers, I bought her coffee…. ”

He hung his head, defeated. “I don’t know what I did. Maybe it was a one and done deal.”

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shadowsof-thenight · 5 years ago

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Flashlight: Chapter thirteen

Story summary: This is an AU Two years ago, the love of your life walked out the door, breaking your heart into a million pieces. He had been unable to deal with his ptsd and you hadn’t been able to help him.Now that your best friend is marrying his friend, he’s coming back to town and you try to brace yourself for the reunion. Will you finally get closure?

Ship: Bucky Barnes X Reader

Warnings: mentions of ptsd, descriptions of ptsd, angst, heartbreak, reader wants to help but doesn’t understand ptsd.

Words: 2996

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A/N: So, this had been a bad week for my health, but I still managed to get you a new chapter! So a win overall, I guess. I hope you’ll like it

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Nerves were coursing through your body as you knocked on the door before you. Clenching and unclenching your fists, you tried to keep them from shaking too much. The nervousness surprised you and made you take a deep breath in order to calm yourself. You wondered why this was so difficult, there was nothing to it really. All you were doing was returning something he had lost. He’d be happy with that, wouldn’t he? After all it was a family heirloom. He’d be missing it.

It had been three days since you all came together to watch the wedding video. Three days since you had been trying to come up with a reason to visit Bucky. And finally, Natasha had come to the rescue, offering up a wonderful chance. During the clean up the day after, she had come across Bucky’s watch, the one his grandfather had gifted him at his high school graduation. And she had not been able to bring it by yet. Hopefully, he would be too happy with the return of his watch, that he wouldn’t wonder how you came in possession of it. Then again, there really wasn’t anything strange about Natasha asking you. It just felt weird because you had been searching for a reason.

And yet, as soon as he opened the door, you began to babble. Non-stop.

Soon after your initial knock, the door had opened to reveal a slightly dishevelled Bucky. Immediately you worried that perhaps he had not been alone and you were interrupting. Which had set in motion the mind less rambling, fuelled by the worry that he had in fact moved on from you. Quick to apologise, you turned to walk away again, the watch completely forgotten on the bottom of your bag.

“You’re not interrupting anything,” his voice halted your hasty retreat, his words pulling you back from the whirlwind of thoughts and emotions you had so easily fallen into. Turning back, you realised Bucky had taken a few steps into the hallway, as if to follow you. He seemed utterly confused by your reaction and you could feel your cheeks colouring with the rush of blood. You offered a pointed look and waved at his messy appearance and he chuckled as he looked down to his half buttoned shirt. Running a hand through his locks he looked back at you with a shrug.

“Right,” he said with a smile on his face, “I’ve been packing and I was looking for something,” he explained and waved his arm in the direction of his room, now visible through the open door. Compared to the state of his room, Bucky looked rather put together.

“Shit,” you exclaimed and began rummaging through your bag, “That’s why I’m here.” You pulled out the watch and held it out to him, mentally slapping yourself for almost forgetting the entire reason you had come by.

“Are you leaving?” You asked, nervously gnawing on your bottom lip, as he happily took the timepiece from your outstretched hand. He shook his head and invited you inside for some tea.

Putting on the kettle, Bucky explained that he had received a call the day before from Wanda’s brother, Pietro. Through Wanda, Pietro had heard that Bucky was looking for a more permanent place to stay, just as his roommate got engaged and was moving out. Sipping your tea, you listened intently, finally able to relax again and silence the worry in your head.

“Need a hand with the moving?” You finally asked as he finished his explanation.

“Thanks, but I’m sure I can manage the two cases I own,” he chuckled and you smiled, realising that he obviously thought you had thrown all his stuff out after he left. It was probably time to inform him that you hadn’t. Wondering just how that slipped your mind before.

“True, but maybe it would be good to have help with everything that’s in storage,” you countered, smiling again when he regarded you with confusion written all over his face.

“I kept hoping you’d come back,” You confessed with a blush, “Though, truth be told, I am not responsible for all that’s in it.” You explained, while rummaging through your bag once more and getting a key out. Handing it to him, you gave him the address to the storage unit.

“Who else is responsible?” He wondered and you explained that when his parents had sold their house, his mother had added boxes to it. You could only imagine the wonderful things that had still been at their home by that point. His childhood bed, his old posters and who knew what else. Winnifred Barnes wasn’t one to throw things out and you hadn’t had the heart to do it for her.

“So I might finally get my action man back,” Bucky joked.

“I think that might not have been in your house to begin with,” his joke had prompted your confession and he barked out a laugh that you could only match. So many fights had been fought over that doll when the two of you had been kids. Many threats that neither one would play with the other ever again had been spoken, only to be forgotten the following day.

“So you did steal it!” Bucky accused, laughter still clear in his voice.

“Barbie needed a man,” you defended your six year old self with a bright smile.

“You had Ken!” Bucky exclaimed, trying to keep a serious face and failing miserably.

“Ken wasn’t as cool” you shrugged simply and Bucky just shook his head as he placed his now empty mug back on the desk next to him. He sat down next to you on the bed and wrapped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into him.

“God, I’ve missed you,” he whispered and kissed your temple. Words evaded you right then and all you could do was lean in to him and hum in agreement. It felt so good to have him back in your life. After all he had been your friend years before he was ever your boyfriend.

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Two days later, you and Bucky made your way to the storage unit, ready to search through the boxes to figure out which he would want to bring to his new place. To the best of your recollection, there had been about 15 boxes in there, but his mother also had a key and as soon as the door opened it was clear she had made good use of that. Shocked, the two of you looked at the racks that lined the walls and were full of boxes, while the stacks on the floor completely hid the cement look that it had. With just one look, you decided this was not a two man job.

Pulling out your phone, you quickly opened the group app that Bucky had recently been added to again and sent out an sos to the rest. In it, you quickly explained the situation and added a picture of the storage unit to fill in the blanks and convince them of your plight. You already knew Wanda was out of town for a family weekend, and this last minute it would only be logical that others had plans as well. Still, you took a chance to ask.

Maria and Sam quickly replied that they too were out and unable to be back in time, though they were happy to help moving him in the following weekend. And not even thirty minutes later Steve, Natasha and Clint pulled up in the parking lot, laughing loudly at the sight before them. Bucky was lazily searching through a box filled with his childhood toys, happily rediscovering it all. While you stood next to him, slightly exasperated and wondering just how you would get through all these boxes in a timely fashion.

“Okay,” Steve began as the laughter subsided, “Three different stacks; one to bring back home, one to throw away and one stack for things you want to keep here,” true to his nature, Steve formed a clear plan for everyone to follow.

“Sure, but how do we make those decisions?” You wondered out loud, giving Bucky a pointed look. If he took as long with every single box as he had with the first one, the day would not be long enough.

“I’ll help him sort through everything,” Natasha offered and you smiled, knowing you could trust Nat to speed up the process exponentially. Natasha never had any qualms about throwing things out. She was always rather practical about it. Which was why the apartment she and Clint shared was always pristine. There was never any clutter.

“Steve and Y/n will get you the boxes, sort them by whatever is in them and I’ll help until there is a load to take to the trash,” Clint joined in and with the agreement of everyone, the three of you set out to make the first stacks. Soon the space was filled with talking, laughter and banter, teasing and reminiscing.

At some point Natasha had asked Bucky how he was paying for everything and he explained that he had been living on his savings the past few weeks, but thanks to Sam, he would soon begin a new job. The job was at the veteran centre that Sam worked at and would be mostly administrative, not something Bucky had done before but he was perfectly okay with that. Natasha even opted that perhaps at some point in the future, Bucky could help others with his experience and Bucky blushed, telling her he wasn’t ready for that just yet. They all agreed that Bucky would be a catch for the other veterans and were happy that Sam had given him a heads up about the vacancy.

Bucky went on to tell them that the interview process had been absolutely nerve-wracking. Though it had been a good experience and he didn’t need to explain his trauma, or his arm. They had only asked him about his relevant past jobs and his work for the army in broad strokes. There had been zero pressure to talk about anything he didn’t want to share. You were happy that he had such a positive experience. Seemed like life was looking up for him.

After a while, you began to notice that Steve repeatedly checked his watch and finally you asked him why. He was reluctant to speak, though the blush on his cheeks told you plenty already. After some light teasing from Clint, he finally confessed that he had a date that evening and would have to leave by 16.30 at the latest. Clint was quick to add that Steve would not just be going on any date, but a second date. Clint’s smirk told you that he had been sitting on this piece of information for a while and had been dying to share.

“So the first one was a success then, what’s her name?” You asked with a smile, genuinely happy for your friend.

“Sharon,” his hand was scratching the back of his neck and his eyes trained on his feet, the small blush on his cheeks extended to his neck now. Bucky gently smacked his shoulder with a smile and both you and Natasha gushed over his reaction.

“We’ll see where this goes,” Steve said, trying to tone down the excitement of his friends a little. His last few dates had not been very successful and you understood his hesitation. Walking past him, you squeezed his hand and grabbed a new box, ready for the conversation to be steered away from him. Finally you called everyone back to work, since Steve only had a little more than an hour to go. This seemed to work for a moment or two, until Clint suddenly started laughing softly. You knew right then and there that his favourite pastime was about to commence. Teasing.

“Remember when he was dating Lisa?” Clint’s shoulders were shaking with the contained laughter as he spoke those words.

Steve scoffed and tried to offer his friend a stern look, though the corners of his mouth were twitching. You and Natasha could not help but break out laughing as you thought back to the poor girl. Lisa had been so overwhelmed by the friendships in their group and the shared history that was between them. Instead of embracing his friends, she had become insecure. Especially Steve’s relationship with other women was a sore subject for Lisa and she had quickly gotten a little petty over it. It had been years since Lisa had left their life and everyone laughed about it now, but at the time the mere mention of her name was enough to sour the mood.

“Or his little fling with Maria?” Natasha added laughing, bringing them all the way back to their high school years, when the two friends had thought there was more to their relationship. It had not been pretty.

“I was certain they’d kill each other before the year was over,” Bucky chuckled, as he closed another box and Natasha placed it on the pile that Bucky would be taking with him to his new place.

As much as Maria and Steve loved each other, then and now, there was no room for two captains in one relationship. Something had to give. Luckily, they had been able to figure that out before their friendship had been damaged beyond repair.

“Or Sabine?” Clint added fuel to the fire, teasingly winking at Steve.

“Do we have to go through all of them?” Steve asked with a whine, causing everyone to laugh.

“No, we don’t,” Natasha said, taking pity on Steve, “We can talk about Natalia instead,” she added with a wink and Steve laughed loudly, while Clint’s face fell at the mention of his ex-girlfriend.

“Now, that girl was a trip,” Bucky jumped in, his loud laughter joining that of the others.

Natalia had been a daredevil, ready to take everyone along on her destructive path with her. She had been impulsive and a little crazy, though there were some good memories there. At least for the group. Clint didn’t remember her quite as fondly and when he tried to break it off, she had exploded on him. Apparently, three months was enough for her to bank all her future plans on him and she did not take kindly to him walking away.

“It’s a wonder we didn’t give up on love all together,” Natasha joked, opening another box. Everyone chuckled in agreement. They sure had some wild experiences in their combined past. Although your personal dating life had always been rather consistent. Before Bucky, there had been two guys you had kissed. But other than that, it was very uneventful. Not until Bucky’s accident and the subsequent break up.

“But look where we ended up,” Clint finally said in a sickeningly sweet voice, walking closer to Natasha. She batted her eyes at him, pretending to swoon.

“Be still, my heart,” she whispered dramatically and allowed herself to fall forward into the arms of her husband. You laughed loudly at their antics and shook your head as you climbed on an old discarded chair to reach the boxes on higher shelves.

“I just hope she’s nice, Steve” Natasha added with a smile as she stood straight again and everyone jumped in to agree with her. Steve smiled thankfully and the conversation finally truly steered away from his love life. Natasha put Clint to work and he began loading the first stack of boxes that were to be thrown out, in the trunk of your car.

As you grabbed a box from the highest shelf, the chair beneath your feet wobbled and an unattractive yelp escaped you. With the box in hand, raised a little above your head, all you could do was to try and keep your balance. Naturally, if you hadn’t been so scared to fall, you would have thought of putting the box down. Unfortunately that kind of thinking was lost to you.

Luckily, before worry could fully take a hold of you, two hands were placed firmly on your waist to steady you. The sudden chill on one side told you it was Bucky even before you could look down. Your stomach flipped as you glanced passed the box and looked at his smiling face, barely hearing him as he spoke; ‘I got you’.

Reaching over Bucky’s head, Steve took the box from your hands and now free of the weight of it you place your hands on Bucky’s shoulders. Carefully, you stepped down from the still unstable chair. He didn’t let go of your waist, nor did he step back and the close proximity quickly fogged up your brain.

Caught in the moment, you stared deeply into his eyes, feeling Bucky’s arms shift and his hands landing in the small of your back. He kept staring at you with that beautiful smile playing on his lips, his eyes shifting from your eyes to your lips and back. Your breath hitched in your throat and your heart was hammering in your chest.The air between you was thick with tension as you licked your lips, his head was moving closer and you were certain he was going to kiss you.

And that was the exact moment a loud crash broke the electricity that had been building in the short time that his hands had been on you. Shocked, you whipped your head to the left, towards the origin of the sound and found Natasha holding a box that was missing its bottom and its content. The grimace of her face told you that she knew exactly what she had interrupted. With a sigh, you turned back to Bucky, who was still standing close. And though his eyes were still boring into yours, he had now removed his hands from your body. The magic had been broken, the moment had passed.

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Chapter fourteen

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Honest Talk (Nebula X Male Reader)

Word Count: 2 462 Pairing: Nebula X Male Reader Plot - A week after joining the Guardians of the Galaxy, you and Mantis have a game of War, which you let her lose. The reward she chooses is you to let her check how you feel, because otherwise you wouldn't let her, which only leads to her telling everyone that you have feelings for Nebula.

"... And my last card is... Queen." You said, putting your last card on the floor, as you played War with Mantis who sat before you. A huge pile of cards was in her right hand.

"I have this guy next." Mantis said, as she put her next card on the floor. It was King Diamond, and it meant that she won this game.

"You call him "King", Mantis." You reminded her.

"King." Mantis repeated after you, as you grinned. Sometimes, you found it adorable by how innocent can she be at the moments.

"And that means that you won." You said to Mantis, who smiled widely at the news, before you extended your hand towards her, "Congrats."

Mantis slowly extended her hand, and shook yours.

It's been only a week since you became a part of these Guardians of the Galaxy, after you helped them destroy Ego. But you weren't the only person who joined them after that. Gamora's sister, Nebula joined as well.

Speaking of Nebula, you actually knew her and travel with her, before you met these Guardians. You've met each other, a few days after The Battle of Xandar when she came into the town where you used to live in, looking for a new arm, but unfortunely for her she only found a thing that even you wouldn't call an arm.

Once she got it, she wanted to leave the planet as fast she could, but you had somehow conviced her stay, by asking her if she's hungry.

in your house, you gave her food, which also resulted in her making comments that she'd prefer to be homeless than having to live in your house, and you couldn't help but agree witth. Your was one of the worst places you could live in that town, but it was for free and you'd have a roof over your head. That was the only reason you stayed in that place for that long, when the others would leave it after a week.

The day after you let her stay in your home, you asked her if you could come with her, and she was really suprised that you asked her about that.

Even though, she seemed a bit hesitant about that idea, Nebula let you come with her, and first two weeks of traveling with her were nothing usual, both of you barely talked, but after you played a card you started to talk with each other more, and sometimes it amazed you, by how you can start bonding with people who wouldn't speak a word to you over a game of cards. After letting her win the game (her reaction made your whole day), you two started actually becoming closer.

She started teaching you how to use sword, because you used your blaster for most of the time, since you had found yourself away from the Earth. It another form of bonding you two had, and as the time passed she started to tell you her history, which included her, of course, her adopted sister Gamora, and her adopted father Thanos. You have heard of him before, you didn't know any details of him, before she told you them, and words couldn't describe how much you started to despise that being, and how much you felt sorry for her, especially after she told that you were the only person that showed her kindness, which was the only reason why she let you come with her

Things only got more interesting when you both were caught by the Sovereign, and taken to a prison on Xandar, by the Guardians of the Galaxy. Fortunely for both you, the ship never made it to Xandar because you were attacked by the Sovereign, who attacked you because that talking raccoon who didn't like to be called raccoon stole some of their batteries, and it was punishable by death on this planet.

And since then, everything seemed to go downhill, which lead to you finding yourself on the planet of the celestial being called Ego, and you couldn't even count the time you could die on that planet, because they were too many of them.

Eventually, you had managed to destroy Ego, which costed the life of Yondu Udonta

At first she didn't want to stay with them, even though her sister offered her to stay, but after you talked with her, and even though you did your best to hid the fact that you wanted to stay with them, managed to convice her to give it a chance, and it worked out well, so far.

Since then, you had talked with every Guardian, mostly with Peter Quill, who like you was from the Earth. You two mostly talked about the things you missed the most from your home planet, which ended up with you two planning to return to your planet, to see how much it has changed since the last you were there.

Was this journey dangerous? Of course it was.

But would you trade it for something else? Not in million years.

"Y/N" The sound of Mantis' word took you away from your thoughts.

You skook your head, before you responded, "Yes, Mantis?"

"What about my reward?" Mantis asked you, as you reminded yourself that the winner of the game you had with the bug-eyed girl would give the winner whichever reward he, or she wanted.

"Oh, right... What kind of reward do you want?" You asked her.

"Can I check your emotions?" She answered your question, "I checked emotions of almost everyone on this ship, except you and Rocket. Everytime when I try to do it to Rocket, he jumps up at me and almost bits me, as for you, you just said no."

"...Sure. Go ahead. It's your reward." You replied, after a second of hesitation. You've been told about her ability by Peter, but you declined any attempts of her trying to see what you felt, because you were... nervous? You had no answer to that.

Mantis gave you a small smile in appreciaton, as she looked down at your hand and began to lower her hand towards it. As she touched you could feel the interested glances of Drax, Gamora, Peter, and Nebula. Rocket and Groot were in the other at the moment.

Mantis' antennas began to glow, before she looked up at you, a wide grin spreading on her face.

"You feel love." She said after a moment of silence, as you had admit to yourself. You started to get nervous, once she said it.

"Yes. I feel love towards everyone in the galaxy." You quickly said, trying to sound as believable as you could.

"No. Romantic. Sexual love, just like Quill feels for Gamora." Mantis added.

"No. You must be wrong." You said, trying to hide that you were nervous from everyone.

"No. I'm not." Mantis said with a small shook of her head, as he pointed at Nebula who stood right behind both of you, as she was leaning against the wall, "It's for her!"

"No." You shot up, as you removed Mantis' hand from yours, "That is not..."

You didn't had a chance to finish as you were cut off by Drax's laughter, "HAHAHAH! She just told everyone your deepest darkest secret!"

"Drax! Shut up!" You shouted, feeling angry and embarassed at the same moment.

"You must be so embarrassed!" Drax added, as Mantis stood up, and made her way towards him, before putting her hand on his stomach. Her grin grew wider than it already was, as she pointed her hand towards you and began laughing as well, much to your irritation.

"Can someone just kill me and end my misery..." You thought to yourself

Their laughter was cut off by Nebula's groan, as she turned to leave. What all of you didn't know that it wasn't because she was angry or disgusted, she just wanted to hide the fact that she was blushing from everyone.

It didn't too long before you went to your room as well, telling them that you wanted to finish the book you were reading.

You have never felt so embarassed in your life and you wanted to be alone for the rest of the day...

What you didn't notice was that Gamora left soon after, and headed towards Nebula's room.

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Over an hour has passed since Mantis told everyone that you had feelings for Nebula, and the embarrasment and anger hadn't washed off during that time, and Drax's and Mantis' laughter weren't making this situation any easiere for you. Words couldn't describe how much you wanted to kill these two at the moment said when you fely towards Nebula, despise how you found it hilarious when Drax was struggling with metaphors how adorable Mantis could be by how innocent she was.

At this moment, you laid on your bed as you threw the small red ball against the wall in front of you, and the impact was making her come back to you. It was one of not many things you had with yourself from the Earth. and when Nebula's

But you seemed to be cursed, because throwing this ball was the only thing you did for over an hour and it didn't work.

Then, there was a knock on the doors, followed by the sound of someone opening them.

"Whoever it is, leave me alone. I'm not in the mood to talk." You said, not caring who it is, before a familiar voice sounded in your ears, and it made you drop the ball on the floor.

"Y/N. We need to talk." You looked up from your bed and saw Nebula, standing in the doorway. As she came into your view you could feel your heartbeat getting faster with each second.

"About what?" You quickly asked, pretending to not know the answer, as you sat up on your bed.

''About what Mantis said." She replied, as you came over to your bed, "I can come later if you want.''

"No." You said with a shook of your head. You wanted to get over with this conversation which was going to happen sooner or later, "Let's talk about it."

Nebula gave you a quick nod of her head in response, before she sat down on the bed, right next to you, as you started to prepare yourself for whatever was going to happen in the next few minutes.

"As I said before, Y/N, is it true? What Mantis about..." She cut herself in the middle of the sentence as she could feel her face getting hot. She couldn't remember the last time when she was that nervous.

"You told me to not to lie to you, no matter how truth would hurt you and I promised to do so." You pointed out, before you let out a deep breath, preparing yourself for you were about to say, "It's true. I do have feeling for you. I don't from where they came from, but I developed them as I spent more time with you. Regular things like playing cards with you, or you teaching me how to fight became a big deal for me, and I actually could get really nervous during them."

Nebula nodded her head in understanding, before a very awkward silence between you both filled the room. Neither of you knew what to say to another, but thankfully Nebula broke it by asking.

"Y/N. I've been wondering for a while now. When everyone, even my sister were treating me like I was some kind of monster, you were nice to me, even when I got both of us caught by the Sovereign and almost got both of us killed when I flied into my sister on Ego, despise you telling me not to. I want to know why. Why were you so kind to me." She wanted to know.

"It's because I didn't saw you as a monster. I only saw as a person that who had a tough life and people done things to her that she didn't deserve." You answered.

"Thank you." Nebula said. It was the first time you heard her say those words ever since you met her.

You said nothing, just smiled at her.

"And there's something I must tell you." She stated, "You're not the only person in this room that feels something towards someone."

Your eyes shot open, as you could feel your face getting red, "W...What?"

"Y/N. I think I feel something towards you. As much as I found you annoying when we first met a few days Ronan's fall, the more time we spent with each other on the ship that I stole from the Ravagers, the more I started to like you. You made feel how it is when not all people think of you as a monster, you made feel how it is to win, even though it was only a card game and I think that I'm want to try." She said, as she shyly said put her hand on yours, "I like you too. I like you a lot."

"I want to try too. I'll be more than happy to see if it'll work." You smiled at her. A small spread all across her blue face, before she began to lean forward. You began to lean forward as well, and your lips finally met and the metallic taste began to fill your senses. The kiss was a little awkward since you and Nebula didn't kiss many folk, but you both really enjoyed the first kiss you had with each other.

However, the moment was interrupted when Nebula heard two familiar voices from behind of the doors.

"The kissed! I can hear it!"

"Mantis! Be quiet!"

"What is it?" You asked her, after she pulled you away from her.

"Did you heard that?" She replied with question, before a sound of walking down the hallway away from your room sounded in your ears.

"Were they listening to us?" You stated the obvious.

"It appears so." Nebula agreed, as you stood up from your bed.

"I didn't killed Drax or Mantis earlier, but now I'm going to do this." You stated, as Nebula quickly joined your side, before the both of you left your room and went towards the direction where the other Guardians went, almost hand in hand.

As you were walking in their direction, you didn't saw Gamora, standing in the corner as she watched you walk pas her. A huge smile was on her face, as she was happy to see her sister happy.

Then, she quickly followed you two to stop you both from doing what you were planning to do to the rest of the crew for eavesdropping the conversation you had.

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h0pp3r · 6 years ago

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Space Chess - A Loki x Nebula story - Chapter 1; Chauffeur (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/2Bc7Bn25nV Nebula has taken up a new hobby of playing space chess and turns out she has an unexpected companion to accompany her. It turns out Nebula and Loki have more in common than they thought. Space Chess is the story about Loki and Nebula's love. The story takes place after Endgame. Rated Orange on the Citrus scale

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tsunderei102700 · 6 years ago

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I just published "4 : Meeting Loki" of my story "OUTSIDER: Loki laufeyson Fanfic". https://my.w.tt/o8J9pt4FUV

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mcunibrow · 4 years ago

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chapter 1 (rough draft)

this is the rough draft of the first chapter of a fic i decided to write. The plot basically follows Torunn (a 16 year old girl) as she learns about strange powers that she has, where they come from, the truth about her family, and how she fits in as an Avenger. There might be a little peter x torunn later on, idk yet. Let me know what you think about the first chapter. :) (I also haven’t thought of a title yet, so if anyone has ideas lmk!)

Word Count: 1399

a/n: please please no not copy or steal my writing. all of my writing comes straight from my brain. constructive criticism/feedback is welcomed and encouraged, thank you so much for deciding to read my work!

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“Torunn Foster to the principal’s office, Torunn Foster to the principal’s office.” The loudspeaker announced.

I looked up from my book that I was reading on the bleachers in the gym. Coach Wilson paused the centuries-old TV that was playing an outdated recording of Captain America telling the class that drugs were bad.

“You heard ‘em! Go, Foster, go!” Wilson yelled at me. I dog-eared my page in my book, and stood up, not acknowledging the unnecessary yelling from Coach. He waited until I had trudged down all the steps of the bleachers and was at the door where he thought I was out of earshot to mumble a “that Foster is always in some kind of trouble”, and played the TV again.

Captain’s voice echoed in my ears all the way down the hall, until I was standing outside of the principal’s office. I looked down at my navy blue basketball shorts and shirt with the science symbol in it, wondering what it would be that I was called in for this time.

I glanced at my scuffed up white tennis shoes, took a deep breath, opening the door to the office.

***

The final bell rang, signaling the end of the day (finally). I pulled my hair into a quick ponytail, put in my headphones, and swung my backpack over my shoulder.

Stepping out of my Physics class, I was met with the usual sound of high schoolers excited to hang out or go home after the day was over. I turned up my ‘80’s’ playlist to drown out the noise, and headed for the front door.

As I shoved through all the bodies blocking my way, I thought about the words that Principal Morita said to me. It turns out, he had nothing new to say. Just the usual “your grades are dropping” and “Let me set you up with a tutor so you can succeed”.

I opened the front door, and was greeted with gray clouds in the sky. This was typical, usually when I felt frustrated the sky would look like this. Just some big cosmic sign or some shit, as my mother says.

I started walking on the sidewalk, humming the tune of Elton John’s “I’m Still Standing”. I fiddled with the paper form that Principal Morita gave me. On the top of the sheet were the words ‘NOTICE OF UNSATISFACTORY WORK’, basically a piece of paper saying that I was failing all of my classes.

The sidewalk turned into the white stripes of a cross walk, but instead of looking to see if it was a red or green light, I kept walking. I was too distracted to notice the shouts that when I looked up, it was too late. All I saw was the white of headlights coming at me, and then nothing at all.

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Everything was black. I couldn’t see, but I could distinctly hear the sound of a car horn ringing in my ear. Then, the sound of the horn faded into the steady beep, beep, beep of some sort of heart monitor.

I blinked a couple of times, and started to see blurry light. After a few minutes, the room I was in came into focus. I was alone, save a multitude of machines. The room was sterile and white, reminiscent of a hospital, but something about it felt off.

I tried reaching for the blanket that covered my jeans and t shirt up to my chest, when I realized my arms were cuffed down to the table in some sort of metal. Panic set in, and I started thrashing the whole bed around trying to get the cuffs off. Ever since I was a little kid I could bend metal. None of my family really knew how or why, but I was just strong, I guess. But not now.

A door that blended into the wall was opened, exposing a gray hallway, a stark difference from the whites of the room I was trapped in. This was definitely not a hospital, since the man that opened the door was not in scrubs or a white jacket, but instead was wearing a suit. “You should stop pulling on those. They are made of Vibranium. The more you pull, the stronger they get, since they absorb your energy.”

“And who the hell are you?” I spat at the man. He seemed to be in his 40’s, had a hard, aged face, and a little bit of a receding hairline.

“You can call me Phil. I’m not the enemy here. I’m here to help you.” He stepped closer, and pulled a chair from beside the bed that I hadn’t noticed earlier, taking a seat in front of me.

“I’m just kid, I don’t know what you could possibly want from me.” I made my voice sound as innocent as possible, hoping he would let me go from whatever this makeshift hell was.

The lights flickered above my head, and the heart monitor beeping seemed to speed up.

“Just a kid who got hit by a car moving 60 miles an hour, and is up and coherent only two days later. You took some serious damage kid, and not even 72 hours later, your bones have healed and your bleeding has stopped.” He leaned his head on his hands, studying me intensely.

“I don’t know what you are talking about, but seriously I think my mom is going to be really worried about me if I don’t get home soon.” I rambled, discreetly continuing to pull on the shackles holding me down. If I could just get my hands loose, I would pound this grandpa into the ground and bust my way out of here.

“Your mother, Darcy Foster?” He paused, and I nodded my head quietly. He continued, saying, “That’s not your mother.”

I looked at Phil like he grew three heads. Of course she was my mother, there are baby pictures to prove it too. “Yes she is. And how do you know her name? And if you are here to help me, then why am I strapped down to this damn table?” I raised my voice, again trying to pull on the metal to no avail.

“No, Torunn, Darcy’s real name is Darcy Lewis. We don’t know who your true mother is, but that woman’s DNA doesn’t match yours.” He gave me some sort of pitiful look, completely ignoring my questions about why I was cuffed and how he knew my mother’s name. I didn’t believe him. Or, at least, I didn’t want to. I did always find it suspicious that she didn’t like talking about her life before me, let alone the fact that she ‘has no idea’ who my father is. To be fully honest, I have been skeptical of this very thing for a long time, but the last thing I am going to do is let this old Phil guy know that.

When I did not respond, he continued talking. “Your mother’s name is Jane Foster, which is where your last name foster comes from. Your father’s name is Thor.” Phil leaned back in the metal chair, this time waiting for me to acknowledge what he was saying.

I laughed. I couldn’t help it. “Seriously, the dude with the hammer? Whatever, just let me out of here.”

The hint of a smile on his face faded with my laughter, but I honestly didn’t care if I hurt the old man’s feelings. I needed to get home and go back to my life. This guy said I was out for two days, which with my grades, is enough to get me completely suspended from Midtown High.

“I think it’s time we go on a little field trip.” Phil left the room, and shut the door.

Before I could even think about what Phil meant by ‘field trip’, the door opened again, and in walked another man, this one wearing an eye patch. Behind him, two people in black suits, one woman and another man, came and started to fuss with my handcuffs.

“I assume you work for Phil?” I asked the man. At the same time, I felt a pinch in my arm, and started to feel faint.

As everything started to fade, the man laughed, a deep sound that under other circumstances would probably make everyone else in the room laugh too. “Oh, little girl, Phil works for me.”

#marvel #mcu #mcufic #marvelfic #marvelfiction #thor #captainamerica #mcufanfiction

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