#Marvelous Rare Pair Bingo

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

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: F/M Fandoms: X-Men - All Media Types, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Avengers (Comics), Marvel, Marvel (Comics), Marvel 616 Relationship: Emma Frost/Tony Stark Characters: Emma Frost, Tony Stark, Norman Osborn, Green Goblin, Hank McCoy, Scott Summers, Steve Rogers Additional Tags: Team Up, X-Men and Avengers and S.H.I.E.L.D., Fights, Battle, Tony Stark Needs a Hug, Hurt Tony Stark, Banter, Sex, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, Romance, Fluff and Humor, Sexy Times Language: English Series: Part 3 of Hard as Diamond, Tough as Iron Collections: Marvel Rare Pair Bingo Round 4 Published: 2024-08-10 Words: 7,185 Chapters: 1/1

Summary: Plans for a romantic weekend spent at Xavier's Institute for Gifted Students with his wife were moved up when Tony got the psychic call from Emma to show up much sooner and to bring the Avengers and S.H.I.E.L.D. as of course, that's when the Green Goblin decided to show up with minions to attack the mutants. Just how romantic will it be post-battle, especially if someone winds up hurt?

Notes:

From Smutty One-Liners Part 1

For @stormxpadme 1. “I dreamed of your legs wrapped around my waist.” (Emma/Tony)

@marvelrarepairbingo Round 4 Square I5: Finding the Right Time for Love

[mikeyp16]

|| Bingo Fill #2: Bruses and Bullet Wounds - ⚠️ Slight blood and bruising ⚠️

After chillaxing for a bit I finally have time to draw for funsies! I’ve started a few bingo fills but yet to finish most, the curse of the WIP 😔

This wasn’t originally going to be a comic hense why the first one is the only one fairly finished, but this little scenario kept playing in my head while drawing so I ran with it

Steve here doesn’t know Logan’s a mutant, not yet at least

Fill For @marvelrarepairbingo

[nolanfa]

Title: Basic Human Interaction Rating: SFW Pairing:Eddie Brock & Anne Weying & Venom Medium: Digital Art Description: Eddie apologizes to Anne because Venom told him to. Warnings: passing mentions of violence

A scene in the Venom movie I found hilarious (Anne doesn't call him out on it in the movie, I think Venom's dialog is internal): Venom is the one telling Eddie he needs to apologize to Anne for snooping through confidential work files on her computer (without her knowledge nor consent) and then publicly using them in his investigations, consequently losing her her job. Despite, you know, Eddie being human, and Venom not, and apologizing being very culturally-dependent besides (and Eddie's whole job being about him having social interaction with other people! And ethics being kinda important in journalism).

Here on AO3

fill for @marvelrarepairbingo bingo's "Service Animal" (because come on Venom is totally killing it at helping Eddie with his human interactions) fill for @anyfandomgoesbingo's free square fill for @marvelartparty's prompt "draw a character you're not familiar with" (it being the first time I drew... either of those three)

[ruquas]

Master Post - Rare Pair Bingo

I did sign up for the @marvelrarepairbingo in a hunch of "I want to write again and I want to write more than my usual three pairings again". And while my usual three pairings absolutely appear, as they are also all Rare Pairs, I did manage a whole bunch of new fics and I had a blast! Enough to request another one because I am greedy. Thanks a lot to the mods for the wonderful card, which you can find below! Fills; B1 - Pretend Dating (Darcy/Loki) B2 - Surprise Birthday Party (Tony / Rhodey) B3 - One of your eyes is the same colour as your soulmates (Steve / Zemo) B4 - Flower Language; Carnation Pink (I'll never forget you) (Helmut Zemo / Heike Zemo) B5 - Apology / Forgiveness (Stephen / Loki) I1 - Anniversary (Natasha / Fury) I 2- Breaking the Rules (John / Bobby) I3 - Insecurities (Wade / Logan) I4 - First Kiss (Jake / Matt) I5 - Roommates AU (Wade/Logan) N1 - Pet Names (Wade / Logan) N2 - Dance Instructors AU (Sam / Zemo) N3 - Free Space (Frenchie / Marc) N4 - Nightmares (Marc / Khonshu) N5 - Wearing Partners Clothes (Logan / Vanessa / Wade) G1 - Sensual Massage (Steve / Clint) G2 - Secret Admirer (Steve / Wanda) G3 - Tattoos AU (Bucky / Zemo) G4 - Sex in a public space (Darcy / Jake) G5 - Impossible Mission (Clint / Fury) O1 - Waking up horny (Steven / Marc) O2 - Make-Up Sex (Wade / Vanessa) O3 - Heist (Clint / Natasha) O4 - College AU (Jake / Darcy) O5 - Romantic Dinner (Frenchie / Marc)

[nolanfa-fanart]

Illustration for the excellent fic Do Every Stupid Thing by @thepartyresponsible (a most excellent author). Illo on AO3 here.

Trying a new style.

(hey @dc-marvel-crossovers this might be up your alley (but also tell me if you don't want me to tag you))

[captainjimothycarter]

New Moon (Chapter One: Solas)

A big special thanks to @badasseryandriversong for every bit of help that you've given me for this fic and letting me ramble the idea to you. Your help and your encouragement is priceless <3

The rumored ‘weapon of mass destruction’ wasn’t a weapon, it’s a werewolf cub that Hydra had left behind. Steve’s only choice is to bring the cub home. Can he and Peggy give him a second chance while evading Shield’s suspicions?

Hydra's cruelty knew no bounds.

This wasn't right, even by Hydra's standards. Hydra was methodical, they thought out every detail, down to what type of grout they would use in the 'evil little boy's laboratory'. So for a lab to pop up on the side of a desolate, isolated mountain, just to be reported as abandoned and destroyed beyond recognition less than a year later was unusual.

Steve's orders were simple, to see what happened and if any of these rumors of a 'weapon of mass destruction' were true. Return with the thing alive, by any means necessary.

As far as Steve could remember, Hydra was known for building quick labs and destroying them when they were deemed unnecessary, so why was this one so special? Why was Fury so concerned about it and the supposed weapon of mass destruction that lay inside?

If this thing was truly so deadly and dangerous, did Shield believe they could contain it?

Standing at the threshold of the lab, Steve's heart jumped at the sight of the mangled entrance. He couldn't hear anyone inside, not with the wind blowing and stripping him of his heat. He doubted anyone was inside, if they were, he couldn't see how they had survived in this element.

His footsteps echoed as he entered, fingers tracing over the metallic walls. He frowned at the sight of them torn away from the sides of the mountain. He even found difficulty moving pieces aside so he could enter.

The most curious part, if not terrifying, was the claw marks embedded in these pieces of metal. They were small, no bigger than his palm. How could something so small cause this much destruction? Was it still close by?

Deep gouges ran along the walls, the destruction leading a path down the hallway. The only light was the minimal sunlight streaming in from the gouges - it was better than the flickering lights that he had accommodated with these facilities.

This wouldn't have been so concerning if the walls weren't covered in mysterious stains that resembled old blood.

Steve soon finds the reason for it, his foot coming in contact with something solid trapped under what looks like a chunk of a computer system. He nearly dropped the hunk of metal when he saw what was underneath it, tossing the hunk to the side with difficulty.

Rescue Mission - @avengersbingo Taking A Bullet For Someone - @fandombingo Forced to Rely On An Enemy - @marvelrarepairbingo

[kayedium-writes]

Lightning in a Bottle

MCU | No Warnings | Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanov | 2824 Words

Written for @steverogersbingo, prompt B3: President Steve & @marvelrarepairbingo, prompt B1: Radio DJ AU

Steve Rogers first electoral win could’ve been called ‘lightning in a bottle.’ For re-election, his team wants nothing more than to re-imagine that same victory while Steve has his own ideas about what a successful legacy looks like. But both his re-election and his legacy involve a certain podcaster—host of The Red Room.

Steve Rogers is sitting in another strategy meeting, ready to hit his head against the nearest wall. The poll numbers aren’t what his campaign manager, Sam, or his chief of staff, Bucky, had been hoping for, so out came the giant whiteboard—which looked more like a coach’s board for football than presidential campaign strategies.

“I’m just sayin’, I think we should hit late night a lot harder than we are right now,” Sam adds with a shrug, tapping his pen against the clipboard in his hand.

Bucky buries his face in his hand and lets out the most exaggerated groan Steve has heard. Has heard nothing close to it since the first campaign when the Fox reporter started berating Steve with questions about his military record and commitment to the country. That night, he thought he’d have to look for a new chief of staff if his got any closer to the journalist in question. But Steve took the question in stride—using his decorated war veteran background to reinforce just how committed he was to the USA and let it sail them straight through Election Day. Now they just have to pull off a similar maneuver and change the conversation.

“Yeah, and I think talk radio is the way to go,” Bucky fires back, pushing out of his rolling chair as he heads toward the whiteboard. He crosses off Sam’s previous suggestions, leaving only Colbert and Stewart for viable late night hosts. He says the focus has to be on substance and Steve thinks about just how much more substance could be brought up if they’d let him get back to running the free world. 

[nekoannie-chan]

Tunnel

Title: Tunnel.

Fandom: Marvel, X-men.

Ship: Ororo Munroe X Logan Howlett.

Word count: 523 words.

Square: B5 “Dealing with past traumas.”

Rating: Teen.

Summary: Logan helps Ororo.

Major Tags: Mention claustrophobia.

Additional tags: This is my entry to @marvelrarepairbingo, @marvelrarepairs Marvel Rare Pair Round 3 2024. MRP-066.

Links: Wattpad, Ao3, Spanish version.

@saiyanprincessswanie

My native language is Spanish so I wanna improve my writing skills in English if you notice any mistakes, please let me know and I will correct them.

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Logan and Ororo advanced cautiously through the dark underground tunnel; however, they did not know exactly how they had gotten there; one moment they were in a forest, and the next they were there.

The air was stale, and the sound of their footsteps echoed off the stone walls. All was darkness now; it wasn’t supposed to be happening. Ororo began to feel a tightness in her chest. Her breathing became rapid and shallow, and a cold sweat beaded on her forehead.

Logan immediately noticed the change in her partner. His eyes caught the trembling in her hands and lower lip, even if she was trying to hide it.

“Are you alright, Ororo?” he asked with concern, stopping beside her.

She tried to smile, but it was more of a nervous gesture than a genuine expression. She didn’t respond.

He nodded sympathetically, but he knew they had to get out of that place immediately for Ororo’s sake.

“Let’s move on carefully,” Logan indicated, placing a hand on Ororo’s shoulder before continuing.

Each step seemed heavier than the last. Ororo struggled to maintain her composure as the tunnel narrowed around her. The walls seemed to close in on her as if the whole world was conspiring to crush her. She tried to remind herself that she was a warrior, a leader, but the sense of panic kept growing inside her.

Logan noticed that her breathing was becoming more ragged and her movements clumsier. “Ororo, we need to get out of here. Right now,” he said firmly, gripping her arm with determination.

She wanted to protest; however, she nodded her head, unable to articulate a word.

Logan led Ororo through the tunnel, desperately searching for a way out. But a section of the tunnel collapsed, blocking their way forward and trapping them in darkness.

Ororo’s heart was pounding in her chest; the air was getting even thinner, or maybe it was her imagination; she felt as if she was beginning to choke as the tunnel walls seemed to close in on them. Logan took Ororo’s hand, trying to convey some calm.

“We’re going to find a way out, Ororo. We’re in this together,” he said in a reassuring tone.

Ororo clung to Logan’s hand. She closed her eyes and forced herself to take a deep breath, not even feeling able to use her powers to get out of there quickly.

Time seemed to stand still as the feeling of desperation grew more and more every minute.

After what seemed like an eternity, they finally managed to make out a faint light at the end of the tunnel. They hurried towards it; they had to get out of that place as quickly as possible for both their sakes; they just hoped it wasn’t another trap or that when they managed to find the exit, there would be something worse.

When they finally made it out of the dark and stressful tunnel, Ororo dropped to her knees on the ground, inhaling great gulps of fresh air. They had made it, though for some reason it didn’t exactly feel like a triumph, but at least they had survived.

[stormxpadme]

For the Pride Month Prompts of Marvel Rare Pair Bingo @marvelrarepairbingo, I made an entry for the Mood Board Madness section.

title: Rainbow blasts

prompts: Poly ship, Dykes on Bikes characters/ship: Hawkye/Black Widow/Storm/Synch medium: movieverse (Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence)

story: Natasha and Ororo are absolutely adamant about leaving the male members of their polycule aka their moping boyfriends at home for Mutant and Superhero Pride this year and rather join the Dykes on Bikes parade section. When the event is threatened by a bunch of radical bigot terrorists sending dozens of suicide bombers to literally blow up everyone's fun though, Everett and Clint need to overcome their aversion against mass events and join the girls to save the day. After Ororo's lightning and Clint's trick arrows have made an inevitable mess of the rainbow decoration while taking out the enemies one by one, Synch lights up the street with his powers for a few hours of celebration instead, before the four of them leave for the nearest motel room for celebrating yet another victory.

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

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: M/M Fandoms: X-Men (Movieverse), The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Avengers (Comics), Marvel Cinematic Universe, X-Men (Comicverse) Relationship: John Allerdyce/Bobby Drake Characters: John Allerdyce, Bobby Drake Additional Tags: Blind Date, Dating, Online Dating, Gay Bobby Drake, Bobby Drake Needs a Hug, John Allerdyce is a good guy, Past rivals, Diners, Autumn, Rain, Kissing, Kissing in the Rain, First Kiss, Gossip, Catching Up, First Dates, Fluff, Fluff and Humor, Banter, Sweet, Cute, Cute Ending, Silly Dating Profile Names, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, moodboard Language: English Collections: Marvel Rare Pair Bingo Round 4 Published: 2024-08-24 Words: 6,151 Chapters: 1/1

Summary: Now a member of both the X-Men and the Avengers, Bobby Drake finds himself on a blind date with someone he met through Stark Industries' new dating app. After being unlucky in love for so long, he doesn't expect it to go well at all and even contemplates sneaking out of the diner before the guy can get there. Only he hesitates long enough that his date shows up, and it is the last person in the world he ever would've expected.

Written for @marvelrarepairbingo Round 4.

G2: Blind Date Turns Out to Be an Old Rival I4: Trying a New Dating App for the First Time

[mikeyp16]

First time joining a fandom bingo! Specifically @marvelrarepairbingo !!

I thought it would be fun so of course I had to do my current favorite pair! The one I affectionately call Starclaws 💕

The first fill prompt I decided to start with is “Cuddles`”

I didn’t know what to do for this one but I wanted to make something soft and warm

my hcs might be a little OOC but it gives me serotonin so :]

[nolanfa]

The Winter Soldier's uniform must be the most impractical thing ever to put on: who needs that many buckles, and that modulable a clothing shape? Except for, like, pregnant women who like close-fitting clothes?

But. You know what it would be just great for? Carrying around a kindle of kittens.

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Fill for @buckybarnesbingo's flash prompt "Uniform" Fill for @marvelrarepairbingo's prompt "kitten therapy"

[wolfarrowepz]

Marvel Rare Pair Rd3: Fill #1

Participated, sorta, in this round of Marvel Rare Pair bingo. More in the server chatter than creating obviously. But have the moodboard I made yesterday and couldn't post because device died.

Card #: MRP-055

Fandom: MCU

Pairing: Steve Rogers/ Clint Barton

Rating: M

Warnings/ Triggers: Images of Chris Evans, Jeremy Renner, Chris on a motorcycle, Jeremy shirtless with a quiver, Dodger, a couple dogs, a cup of coffee, books and bookshelves

Title: I miss you

Summary: Clint had been training to be an Olympic archer for half his life. He never thought the hardest part would be being in another country without Steve. He missed Steve and their dogs so much it was a physical ache. But someone needed to be home running the bookstore.

Steve never thought he'd be upset to have inherited his grandparents old bookstore in Brooklyn. He'd loved it since he was a child and had always wanted to be there. Until the love of his life went to Paris without him... as an Olympian for Team USA Archery.

A/N: So yeah technically I merged squares on this if you look at my card but visually I think it reads more as Bookstore AU while if written it would likely read as all 3 i merged.

Image credits: The usual. Unsplash and Google searches. If you took the photo lemme know and I'll give credit.

Created for: @marvelrarepairbingo round 3

Square/ Prompt: I1/ Bookshop AU

[superblizzardfire]

Coffee Shots (Clint x Loki x Tony)

a @marvelrarepairbingo Secret Santa fic for @burdenedwithpointlesspurpose

‘Come here often, gorgeous?’

Clint grins, grabs an empty coffee cup, and turns to face his favourite customer. ‘Every day, open til close. As you know.’

The man in the sharp suit gives him an appreciative full-body glance. ‘Lucky me.’

‘Are you gonna buy something, or you just here to admire the décor? I got a line here.’ He glances meaningfully at the stony-faced, burly men waiting patiently nearby. A lot of these guys keep coming in today, for some reason.

Tony glances at the menu on the wall. In the three weeks Clint has been working here, he’s never ordered the same drink twice. ‘You know what? Surprise me. I’m feeling dangerous today.’ He pays, and Clint whips him up a matcha latte. He’s getting good at those.

As he bends down for the matcha powder, Clint checks that his gun is still taped under the counter.

‘Thanks again, Agent Caffeine,’ Tony says, accepting the cup. ‘Don’t quit your job. I’d have nowhere else to go.’ He winks, then weaves between the crowded tables to take a seat in the corner.

Not much is known about the one they call Iron Man. Intel suggests that he was born into a rich family but turned to a life of crime, hacking millions from bad corporations and using the funds for good – and for advanced personal weaponry. Tony has the swagger, certainly. Clint wonders if he’s aware of the danger in coming here every day, having a regular routine, a favourite table. It’s almost like he’s looking for a fight…

Read the rest on AO3!

[voiceoffenrisulfr]

With Eyes to See and Ears to Hear - Chapter Twenty-Four

‘Dreams Do Come True’ – October 31st prompt, @flufftober. It's DONE! <3 Masterlist here. Prompts also fulfilled; REDACTED (Giant spoiler! Will be at end) - @multifandom-flash (Beehive), ‘Wearing Each Other’s Clothes’ – @marvelrarepairbingo Round 3, ‘Not Their First Love But Surely the Last’ – Winter Wonderland Bingo @seasonaldelightsbingo, ‘Arm Around the Waist’ – @fandom-free-bingo (Frosty Edition), ‘Religion: Homosexuality’ – Multifandom Flash (Taboo). November 17th – It’s the finale! Cards are at the bottom, check it out here or on AO3! Divider by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

My arm found Matt’s waist as his head turned automatically, his heightened senses assessing the space.

“I, uh… I don’t think I’ve missed anything…” he murmured, taking me by surprise with the nervousness in his voice. My fingers sought his from where they entwined with his keys anxiously, gently holding his hand in mine.

“Are you okay?” I prompted softly, frowning when I was met only with a silent nod of his head. “… You know you don’t have to do this, right? I mean, I get it; it’s entirely okay if this is moving too fast for you. I won’t be offended if you’re not ready.”

He hesitated for just a heartbeat longer before smiling softly and kissing my cheek. “It’s okay. I want this, I do, I just…” With a quiet sigh, he cast his sightless eyes around us once more. “I’ve lived here a long time, is all. It’s… Familiar.”

I hummed with understanding, glancing about myself. We hadn’t spent much time here – Matt almost always came to my apartment – but even so, it was disconcerting to see the space free of his possessions, only the faintest scent of aftershave and old books lingering in the air to mark this as his space. “I get it, Matt. It’s… Home.”

He smiled a little wider, turning to kiss me tenderly, one hand cupping my jaw as my head spun. “No, Hawk. Home is wherever you are.” With a long, drawn-out sigh, he stepped forward, dripping his keys on the counter for a final time as he picked up his cane.

“Then let’s go home, baby,” I offered, tangling my fingers with his once more.

The delivery men got to my – our – apartment before we did, and Matt’s fingers tightened in mine at the disarray, boxes piled randomly and throwing off the usual, known layout of the space. I could feel the anxiety radiating from him and kissed his cheek softly, guiding him carefully to the sofa to let him sit down. “You stay here for a minute, sweetheart.” He nodded uncertainly, brow furrowed in concentration as he strained to both map and memorise the new space, and I kissed his forehead to make him pause. “It’s okay. I’m going to move some boxes, and then we can get started on unpacking. Don’t strain yourself, okay? It’ll be back to normal soon.”

He sighed with relief, the tension in his jaw relaxing as he nodded. “Thanks, Clint.”

I kissed his head again, more than happy to do anything I could to make this easier on him. It suddenly struck me how much harder this must be for him – learning a new layout, a new neighbourhood… And he’d not once asked that I move in with him instead. Overcome with adoration and joy, I kissed him hard, making him exhale softly in surprise.

“What was that for?” he chuckled when I drew back, raising a hand to touch his kiss-flushed lips gently. I paused for a moment to take him in, wrapped up in my purple hoodie just as he had so very long ago, his cheeks pink from the intensity of my kiss, a soft, happy smile pulling at the delicate curve of his lips.

“I love you,” I replied simply.

I worked tirelessly throughout the morning, consulting Matt where necessary, carefully unpacking enough boxes alone that there was a reasonable resemblance to the rooms he’d been used to. After that, we sat on the bedroom floor together, with him working through the last of the heavy boxes of books and arranging them precisely on his reassembled bookshelf, while I tirelessly refolded, sorted, and placed his clothes into their new homes.

“I think that’s the last one!” I sighed, leaning back against him contentedly. He laughed and paused, head cocking as he cast his senses around the room.

“Not quite. One more on the dresser.”

With a goodnatured groan, I got to my feet, sliding my finger under the tape and peeling the box open. “Y’know, considering you’re usually in a suit of some kind, I feel like three boxes of clothes might be overkill. How many outfits do you really n-”

I cut myself off as I lifted his red hoodie from the package, the world freezing around me.

Nestled into one of his old t-shirts tenderly was a smaller box, no larger than my palm, dressed in black leather with a gold trim. I licked my lips nervously, removing the unexpected item and turning slowly. “Matt, did you know there’s a-”

My words died once more as I raised my eyes to find him on one knee, a soft smile on his face. He’d removed his glasses to show that captivating mahogany gaze, his blind eyes tender as my heart raced. “Matt…”

“Open it, baby boy.”

I obliged with trembling fingers, my breath catching in my throat, tears spilling down my cheeks at the silver band nestled in plush, plum velvet, a time lapse of a bird in flight disappearing down either side.

“Clint… I know we haven’t been together very long. But… When you know, you know? I’ve never been a particularly impulsive man when it comes to matters of the heart, but I know I don’t want to spend a single day of my life without you. You’re my everything, Hawk. You might not have been my first love, but you’re certain to be my last, so I figured… Why wait? The sooner I can call you my husband, the happier I’ll be.

“So, Clinton Francis Barton, my Hawk, my love, my soulmate… Will you marry me?”

I let out a soft sob as I fell to my knees, legs no longer able to support my weight, and cupped his face in shaking hands to pull him close, pressing my lips to his with a desperate urgency.

“Is that a ‘yes’, or…?” he pressed, grinning with just a hint of uncertainty.

“Yes,” I whispered, pressing his forehead to mine. “It’s a yes. It’s a please. It’s a I can’t believe that dreams really do come true. It’s a yes, Matt. Fuck, it’s a yes.”

He kissed me back firmly, hands fumbling with mine to press the ring into its rightful place before wrapping his fingers with mine, pulling me breathlessly atop him without taking his lips from mine.

I lay tucked up in his arms, trailing my fingertips over his bare chest, my eyes drawn continuously to the ring on my hand as he span it slowly so I could watch the hawk in flight.

“How did you find something so… Perfect?” I murmured, tears picking my eyes once more. He paused for a moment, and I looked up to find his cheeks tinged pink.

“I… I actually had it made,” he admitted sheepishly. “I could see it, in my head, what I wanted – but trying to find the right thing when you can’t actually see is… Not so easy. So I explained it to an artist, and Foggy confirmed it as far as he was able; I’d told him about it a lot. And then… Well, then it got made, and here it is.” He shrugged shyly, and I sat silently for a heartbeat, gazing him at him in wonder before leaning up to kiss him again.

“You’re incredible and I love you, my Devil - have I mentioned?”

His fingers found my jaw to hold me closer, the other arm wrapped around my waist to pull me flush against him. “Maybe once or twice, Hawk. Maybe once or twice.”

Multifandom flash (Beehive) - 'And Now You Must Marry Me' <3

[42donotpanic]

Not Under My Watch

Summary: Tony does what he can to ensure the people under his protection are safe. But sometimes a situation can change from one second to the next and all he can do is damage control.

Pairing: Tony Stark & Bucky Barnes & Clint Barton

Word Count: 1509

Rating: Mature

Tags: Sex Worker Bucky Barnes, Sex Worker Clint Barton, Violence, Abuse, Protective Tony Stark, Asexual Clint Barton, Deaf Clint Barton (it's not important to the story but it's important to me)

Written for:

@seasonaldelightsbingo :

"that was surely something..." - types of love Bingo

attacked - summertime bingo

@comfy-vember : Car Ride - Day 22

@winterironevents : Sex Worker - Adoptable

@ao3tagbingo : FREE SPACE

@fandom-free-bingo :

"I want to belive you." - Valentine's Edition

One Night Stand - Maritime May

Sex-Positive Ace - Pride Edition

"Trust Me." - Bug Edition

Neglect, New Caretaker, "What Do You Want?", Helping the Injured - Medical Edition

@slumberpartybingo - Never have I ever... had sex in a public place

@marvelrarepairbingo : Picking Fights

@sweetspicybingo : punch in the face to medicine

@anyfandomaubingo : Escort AU

@fandombingo : "I'll escort you." - Wonderland Edition