#Pepper at some point: Tony please go bother your husband instead. Tony: oh i will

[moritashie]

Peter: If I were Peralta, would that make you Holt?

Tony: I'm not gay.

Peter: Wait you're not?

Cue cut scenes from the past few weeks, sitcom style, showing Rhodes and Tony acting very homoerotically

[lovelyirony]

Hello friend! I'm in a mood and just feel like reading something sad. Could you pretty please maybe write some sad winteriron? Maybe something to do with terminal illness but it's up to you!

Being human means that there are many things that could happen to you and you can’t help it. 

Like cancer. 

Or being hit by a bus. 

Maybe a heart condition that you didn’t know about until you were thirty-two, had weird chest pains, and then found you didn’t have genetic testing done and neither parent told you about any extensive medical history because they both were estranged from the family. 

Okay. That was specific. 

But Tony was laying in a hospital bed and the doctors told him that he wouldn’t live past forty and he would die of heart failure. 

He feels like he should be hit harder by this. He only has eight years left to live. He shouldn’t be in his kitchen making eggs, he should probably be hysterically calling Rhodey and Pepper and Happy and asking them about funeral arrangements and what he’s going to do and quite possibly if spending the extra money to get the executive suite at the fancy hotel in Switzerland is worth it. 

Except he doesn’t want to. 

Death is a messy process. Not for him, they assured him of that. But everyone asks you questions and your loved ones. You have to figure out where to bury someone if they didn’t do it beforehand. Sometimes you have debates about cremation. Other times about how much you want to spend on a casket. 

He really doesn’t want to look at Rhodey or Pepper or Happy when they talk about that because he knows that their faces will break into tears and he will see the tear tracks when they go home to their houses and cry some more. 

Nonsense. 

If he can hide it, then he will. He doesn’t want to be a bother, it would be...unfortunate. 

Besides. He’s lonely at the top, and there’s no climbing back down the mountain. He won’t pull a Scrooge and get visited by three ghosts. 

So he lives. 

He pulls some risky moves, but nothing that makes Pepper have the “are you up to something serious that could potentially cause my midlife crisis to go off-schedule” talk. 

Again. 

He donates more money to charities and helps people pay off medical bills and walks around New York late at night to wonder why he’s going to die in eight or maybe even seven years instead of the proposed twenty to thirty. (What? He wasn’t going to be too generous, he knew himself.) 

Tony wonders sometimes if he will meet someone and they will make him want to live so much more than he can. It will be like those romantic dramas with rainfall and hair plastered to foreheads and passionate kisses that leave some of the older women teary-eyed and wishing that their husband would do something like that. 

But he’s a genius, so he knows statistics like the back of his hand. 

There will be no one. 

Eight turns into seven. He celebrates by getting absolutely slammed on New Year’s Eve and wakes up to the shittiest radio station blaring. He’s pretty sure they’re playing Maroon 5, which fucking ugh. 

New Year, new resolutions. He doesn’t bother to make one. 

“Why not? You usually make a joke one,” Rhodey says. 

“We are all going to die,” Tony answers. “Why make a resolution if I don’t want to? If I were to die in a year, it wouldn’t really matter.” 

“Okay Lord Byron,” Rhodey says, rolling his eyes. “You want Hot Topic giftcards for your birthday? Huh?” 

Tony laughs. 

Rhodey always knows how to make him laugh. 

Tony doesn’t know how he’s going to make Rhodey laugh when he’s dead. So that’s a breaking point where he stares at the wall and starts to write random memories down, like the time they snuck up onto a hotel’s roof to see the city wake up and the wind chapped their lips and Tony swore that he’d never leave Rhodey. 

Except he is. 

And he realizes that he needs to let Pepper and Rhodey and Happy know that he loves them a lot. So he starts the letters. 

He writes a letter to Pepper to remind her about how much she regrets getting light blue nail polish every single time she gets a manicure, and she should never get it. (Yes, even for a wedding she’s in, get something, anything other than that.) 

He writes a letter to Happy that is basically just wondering about how they can troll asshole celebrities that they know. He doesn’t know, but maybe he will find some dirt so that if Happy ever falls on dire times, he will have some extra cash flow coming in. Not that Tony would let that happen, but say Happy ever did. Maybe someone stole his bank information. Who knows what will happen in seven or six years. 

Summer still sucks. He thinks maybe he’ll like it more, now that he knows that his heart is going to quit. But it still smells like piss and garbage on the streets of New York, people are still blasting shitty music and riding bikes too dangerously, and he still feels gross by two p.m. when he goes outside to face the world. 

Not even the treat of shaved ice helps this. 

“At least I won’t have to face another one in seven years,” Tony murmurs. “Thank god for that.” 

Seven turns into six. 

It’s around this time when an attractive redhead shows up at his office, bends down a bit lower than necessary, and Tony gets the feeling that SHIELD should really train their agents a bit better if they want something out of him. 

He organizes a meeting with Fury, walks in, and states that they cannot afford him. 

“You know that your help would be particularly useful,” Fury says. 

“For you to get what?” He asks. “Don’t bullshit me with some answer about compassion. Peggy Carter was kind, but she wasn’t a damned saint.” 

“There are new...developments.” 

Like the fact that they’ve found Captain America. And Bucky Barnes didn’t fall off into a random ravine, so the four different conspiracy theory documentary videos that Tony watched last year were about five hours of wasted time. 

They need somewhere to stay. Fury wants Tony to foot the bill. 

“What, can’t ask the government for funding?” Tony asks. “I’m sure if they can up the budget for military every year, that covers Cap and his old pal. Hell, I bet they’ll even open up the champagne fridges.” 

“They don’t know about it.” 

“And why would that be? Because you’d rather have idols to yourself?” 

It’s a low-blow. But Tony agrees to take them in. He just doesn’t want to see them, notably because his father was a bit of a Captain America fan, Tony had had a crush on the former sharpshooter when he was a younger guy, and it was all kinds of messed up. 

But he gives them their own little apartment, one of his safehouses. 

“This ain’t little,” Steve mutters to himself, unpacking a box of plates. Natasha has been nice enough to show them around and tell them about the changes she finds relevant. She forced them to listen to what she called ‘the goddess of pop’ in the car, and Bucky nearly clawed out the stereo after “Toxic” came on. 

“Fuckin’ palace,” Bucky mutters. “Who’s is this?” 

“A man in high places,” Natasha answers. “He doesn’t want to be known. Doesn’t exactly play well with others.” 

She leaves them be, and there’s so much that has changed. Steve is still looking for any sign of the past he can find in Bucky, and Bucky...

He’s not who he used to be. He doesn’t remember half the shit that Steve does. Perks of having your brain so fried up that you can barely remember your middle name. 

They eat together in silence. 

“I guess...I guess we have to figure out who we really are,” Steve says. “Because you’re not who I remember, and I’m not...I guess I’m not either.” 

Bucky nods. 

“Do you reckon we’ll like going out dancing?” 

The answer is a strong no, although Steve has to say the drinks have improved a hell of a lot more. He likes the ones that come with the small paper umbrellas. He doesn’t know where they get them, but it gives him an idea for an art project. 

Tony doesn’t hear much about the wonder boys. He doesn’t want to, not really. Natasha just says they’re getting more and more adjusted and she has evidence of Steve Rogers going clubbing. 

“Oh my god,” Tony groans. “Romanoff, do not.” 

“It’s funny.” 

“I don’t wanna know.” 

“What, you jealous that you’re not dancing with him?” 

“Hardly. Blonde and beefy isn’t my type.” 

“Then what is?” 

“Classified.” Tony answered. “Now, is there anything else you want SHIELD to suck out of me?” 

“Well, my manicure funding is getting rather low...” 

Tony snorts, but points towards the door. 

His chest hurts. It’s been happening. He’s actually gotten used to it. In a way, he’s more concerned when it doesn’t hurt. He went to another specialist. They say his death sentence is signed, even if they don’t word it like that. Here’s how it is usually worded: 

“I have a colleague who works at insert-clinic/hospital-here...I can refer you to Dr. So-and-So?” 

They can. But it’s another list of referrals of so-and-so’s and clinics and appointments at the most inopportune times. 

All for nothing, because Tony knows that he can’t be fixed. The human body sometimes works like a machine. But it’s not one. It’d be like Tony calling a dog a wolf. Similar, but no one wants to bring a wolf into their house as a pet. 

He gets a phone call from someone named Deputy Director Hill. 

-

He needs a new arm. 

Barnes needs a new arm. Of course he does. Tony should’ve expected that, of course. Hydra isn’t exactly known for revolutionizing prosthetics or being particularly kind to their projects that they work on. So Tony automatically has a one-up. 

He gets Barnes to come to this mechanic garage, surrounded by old tin signs and vintage cars that cost more than most of the monthly rent of penthouses in New York. 

Bucky does a double-take. 

“Howard?” 

“I hope not,” Tony answers. “Hop up on the chair for me, please. I’m getting you a new arm.” 

“This is fine,” Barnes automatically spouts. Tony can see the damage from here, and can even point out that the arm’s reaction time is probably the worst it has been currently. 

“If you want to stick to your Great Depression ideals, then by all means be my guest and go bitch in a grocery store about prices,” Tony responds dryly. “But if you want an arm that’s gonna be actually good, then sit.” 

So he does. 

Tony looks incredibly similar to his father. But there’s something different about him. Something softer, almost. Bucky didn’t know Howard nearly as well as others did, but he knew that Tony wasn’t his father. 

“How are you adjusting to the city?” Tony asks. 

"Still the shithole we all know and love,” Bucky swears. “I think the rats got bigger.” 

“They did. It’s amusing and horrifying at the same time. You ride the subway yet?” 

“Yes and I’ve come to terms with it. Lots of new things to learn about it.” 

Barnes’ visits become more frequent. They talk about New York stuff. Tony tells him all about the fun events that have happened that he missed while he was doing time as an icicle. 

It’s nice, talking to him. Tony finally has someone who understands fatalistic humor and doesn’t respond with 

“That’s scary, Tony.” 

“What do you mean?” 

Bucky just says “cheers” and decides to tell Tony about the time he nearly died in 1992 because he lost his footing on the Eiffel Tower. 

Tony laughs, and laughs harder than he thought he had in a long time. 

-

Six turns into five. 

Bucky gets closer, and they have...something. He’s not sure what it is yet, but he knows that they go on breakfast dates most of the time and he knows the coffee orders by heart. 

“I think you’ve found someone,” Pepper says, teasing. “Look at you.” 

“Yeah, look at me,” Tony murmurs. 

He has five years left. That’s plenty of time to date someone and break up, right? 

Except. 

It’s...wonderful to date Bucky. They go all over, have fun trying the shittiest restaurants in town, and even get Steve to get out more and socialize with the group. 

They date and celebrate holidays together and have fun candles and--

Five turns into four. 

“Not that bad,” Tony whispers to himself when he’s getting ready for bed. 

“What’s not bad?” Bucky asks. 

“Nothing, sweetheart,” Tony says. “Just got a new toothpaste.” 

They watch It’s a Wonderful Life and Tony can’t really focus, not when he’s thinking about the fact that he still hasn’t picked out a design for his urn. 

Not when he realizes that he needs to break up with Bucky and make it a whole big scene so that no one will talk to him. It has to be about two years before the date, he thinks. 

He goes to another Dr. So-and-So. They say he might actually have one more year, but who knows. 

He doesn’t. 

But he wakes up with Bucky every day and they make breakfast, and he thinks that maybe he could tell him? Maybe? 

The words get stuck in his mouth. 

He can’t. 

He meets with his lawyer for the will. 

“Why making sudden changes?” 

“Just like to shake things up,” Tony says with a smile. “Never know what’s going to happen, right?” 

“You are right about that,” the lawyer says. He’s a bit uncomfortable. Tony Stark looks at him like he knows that his life is short and that something else will come up. But it’s not the lawyer’s job to ask if things really are okay, and it’s not like Tony would tell him anyway. 

So he makes the changes to the will. 

Tony looks at Bucky as he’s napping, face so peaceful. 

He can’t ruin that. 

[ekkorn]

hi there, just saw in the tags that you didn‘t like endgame. would you like to expand on that? i am curious to know other people‘s perspective. personally, i liked it. it has flaws, yes, but to me it was enjoyable. if you don‘t feel like answering, that is fine :) have a great day!

oh wow. you really wanna know? okay, but on your own head be it. :o

i’m just joking, i’ll go easy, or at least give you the digest (a vicious lie) version. if you want to see the full extent of my derision and vitriol, you can go to @lowkeysebastianstan, which is the blog where i’ve tried to limit this too. but to give you the not at all short and not so sweet of it, here goes. (endgame spoilers obviously).

the first thing that really set me off was the ending, more precisely, what steve did. it made absolutely no sense whatsoever, and hit me closer to home than most of my followers here since bucky and steve are my fave characters, and the only ship i really have. now, i never thought stucky would become canon, not even a little, i didn’t even hope for it. sure, the representation would’ve been awesome, but there’s no way marvel could’ve done it justice, so it was just as well it was never gonna happen. what i hadn’t prepared for was to what extreme extent they were terrified of the ship and the effect it would have if they were to let it be even a hint that could be interpreted as some emotional connection between them, for 3 films they’re built bucky up as the most important character in steve’s life, he’s risked his own life to save him, he basically eradicated hydra during wwii fueled by grief for him, he was prepared to die for him in tws, he fought his friends and gave up everything for him in cacw, and then he just? leaves? to be with a woman who died of old age and natural causes after a long fulfilling life with another man and family of her own. who specifically told him to fucking move on in tws? yeah, sure. and do not get me wrong, i adore sam wilson, after bucky, and the real steve rogers, he is by far my fave in the cap verse (saving a few spots for my bp and cm peeps in the mcu, but we’ll get to them), and he is the superior choice to pick up the mantle, no doubt about it. (okay, a little doubt, they teased sebastian with that shield for 8 years, they based bucky on the brubaker storyline where he becomes cap, and so i do feel a little torn bc no matter how happy he must be for his friend, and him and mackie are good friends, he must be a little disappointed? but who knows, maybe they’ll do something with that in the series, which would be stupid af bc that would negate the positive leap in representation, and mackie deserves it too, so who the fuck knows, i’ll probably not be around to keep track anyways, and can you tell im rambling), but for steve’s last words to be to sam? while bucky stands and watch in the background? like??? i could go on in (more excruciating) detail, but that was why i linked the blog, there might be a point or two about this on there.

but that was just the start. all through the movie i felt disconnected and uneasy, they made some really weird choices, but i don’t think it was until nat took the plunge that i knew i had an absolute dud on my hands. 

the mcu has done a lot of things right, but their treatment of women is NOT one of them. and oh boy did they go out with a bang. first is the obvious implication, he got to live bc he had “more to live for”, and she didn’t have a family, and ye gods we know she can’t have kids, so why should she live? 

(see, if the bw movie wasn’t in the books, i’d completely get it, if it was to give scarjo her life back, and she wanted nat to be good and dead, sure. actually, when i first watched it, that’s what i thought tbh, that the bw movie was cancelled, so. but it’s not, so she will return. and since that the case it’s just fucked up that they yeeted her off the roster. and sure, some of the bw movie was always gonna be set in the past, but tbh? i don’t see much point in prequels for dead characters, you know that whatever happens won’t affect the outcome for the character at all, and i usually find them completely void of meaning. that might just be me though). and of course the fact that she died the same way gamora went didn’t help. (gamora’s death was maybe the single worst thing in aiw, she was fridged, not for the advancement of one man, but for two (thanos and quill) and it.just.shouldn’t.have.worked.thanos.cannot.love! again, mcu and women? not a good match.) 

then of course, it comes back to steve and how much he doesn’t give a crap about the people close to him in the present, we never see him care or grieve for anyone but peggy, and he could barely spare two tears for nat before it was all business again. and the rest of the team? i think clint cared a little, and banner threw a chair, but that was it. no memorial, not burial, no nothing, it was like she never existed, and she died saving the world just as much as tony, he couldn’t have done jack shit without the soul stone. 

and speaking of women, shuri and okoye? before the trailer dropped i was sure shuri was in this, that we’d get to see her lead in her brother’s stead. i actually did a short lament on this already, here.

carol was terribly underused, after all the oompf about her being there she was barely a blip. but the haircut was fantastic, and the best part of the movie was when she returned at the end.

then there’s nebula and gamora (again). at first i was actually quite pleased that they sort of found a loophole to bring gamora back, but then i thought about it (yes, sometimes i get seduced by the flashy colours too) and yeah. sure. a gamora is there, but she’s void of all the things that makes her interesting and all her development is just gone, everything “our” gamora achieved and experienced is gone, three films worth of arc is worthless. so what then is the point of getting “her” back? i don’t care about this person, i don’t know her. are we gonna see quill just harass her the next film, bc you know, she’s been with him, so why shouldn’t he expect her to just do that now? tbh i wouldn’t be surprised, but now that gunn is back maybe he can save it? not that i’ll be around to keep track though.

then nebula. nvm that time paradox, that’s a whole other fuckfest i’ll get back to, but we had to get to see her get killed too, didn’t we. by her sister, the only person in the world she loves. fucking fantastic, i cannot control my enthusiasm. 

and no, cool as it was, the a-force surrounding parker is not enough to bring this home. it was a cool sight though. (see? i can see the good.)

then of course it’s peggy. a woman he knew for a few months back during the war. (sure they knew each other longer, but i’d say, even if you’re very generous, they can’t have spent more than a couple of months in each other’s company, and they kissed once). who they stripped of all character development and autonomy so that steve could go back and get his “damce”. everything she achieved, every good thing that happened to her, her husband, her family, her advancement in shield, all gone. bc steve must have his happy ending, no matter that she told him to move the fuck on in tws, who cares. 

and then there’s sharon. yeah, they forgot about her, didn’t they. i mean, i was never really on board with that, the whole aunt/niece thing was a bit too weird for me, and this was way before i shipped stucky, but that doesn’t matter. bc they did that, they had them kiss within days after peggy’s death (oooh, look how he cared for peggy), making it clear that this was the beginning of something. (also marvel and several of the actors treated emily like crap, oh yeah, i remember, doesn’t help either.) 

(gods i said this would be short, didn’t i? imagine if i could’ve spent all the words i’ve spent ranting about endgame on my latest chapter? good grief.)

then there’s their so called lgbt representation. 30 seconds of a character that had a total of 60 sconds of screentime in tws lamenting his dead lover? well. i. they wanted credit for that. i just.

then there’s thor. they negated every ounce of development he had in ragnarok, this also goes for aiw, wasn’t happy about that, and made him completely ooc, he just spends his time drinking ab\nd playing fortnite of all things? bold of them to assume that will still be a thing in 5 years, but also? thor? THOR? neglecting his people? his friends? the world? thor? then they of course made him fat, haha, so they could add fat-shaming to the list while they make light and fun of his drinking problems, his grief and his ptsd. awesome. the funniest. 

then there’s clint. that they just randomly made a killer? just, like a straight up murderer? okay then. and still nat deserved to die. excellent.

then there’s banner. okay, i don’t think they fucked him up as bad as the others, but it’s still strange he would risk his intelligence to become hulk full time, but you do you.  

rocket and rhodey were the best things about this damn disaster, just putting it out there.

then there’s tony. i mean, we knew he was the main protagonist, and im not objecting that, (even if i think it’s really strange he’d be born in 1970) but idk. that was strange’s plan? all that for that? and pepper just went, eh what the hell, just die, i can raise this kid you wanted. (i know, i know, she’s her mom, she cares), but it was just so flat. and idk. i mean, rdj wanted his life back, just as evans, but i’d want to see that switched, that tony get to retire and steve sacrifice himself to save the world. tony could still be the deciding factor in strange’s plan even if steve delivered the coup de grace. at least he cared enough to show an emotion™when peter came back, which was more than steve bothered with. jfc they fucked up steve.

then there’s the time travel. okay, a few things about the 2012 thing. they put him in the elevator, and then, instead of having him just kick the crap out of the agents, they reference hydra!cap? the biggest shitstorm in the comics in the last two decades? like what the actual fuck? then of course there’s the americas ass thing, which, again, that’s steve, cares about his ass but not his friends! (but at least 2012 steve cares about bucky, maybe he’ll save him a couple of years early, back to the future steve will just live out his life knowing bucky is getting tortured somewhere in siberia, good times.) oh! and i guess they have their loophole to get loki back too, great, they’ll probably just forget that he’s not in the main timeline, bc who cares. 

and the fun just keeps coming with the time travel. oh they tried with some crap explanation that no one can make sense of, but here’s the kicker. they can’t either, they don’t even want to try, they don’t even agree with each other. 

+ +

how did they know to meet up in wakanda or wherever, the dustees? did strange send a memo? not just the ppl in the soul realm or wherever they were, but all the others too, like valkyrie and hope. time and place just magically popped into their heads? and what happened when they all came back? or some came back, bc obviously a shit ton of ppl died at the dusting, like the pilot of a 747 gone? plane goes down and such, ppl really dead. and where do they reappear? where they disappeared? aka those passengers that got dusted comes back mid flight? fun! and what about the ones that moved on in their absence? what happens to the ones that come back when their wives and husbands are remarried, when there’s no place for them in their old lives. did all of peter’s classmates get dusted, or did the rest of the class graduate without him, i must assume that all of those in s:ffh did, otherwise some would be in college by now, yeah?

and that’s another reason their watertight time travel is leaky af, there’s no way to get the logistics to work. the only option as such would have been to go back to 2018 and fix it, to reset time, bc otherwise there are just too many holes, it’s just not possible. but they can’t do that bc then they’ll undo all the things that happen in the future that the characters don’t want to lose, like tony’s kid. 

oh, i know, it’s a superhero movie, but im strange like that, i expect a modicum of internal logic in all my movies, the bitch that i am. 

okay, im gonna leave it there, ive run out of steam, and i want to gif a set. there’s a few things more, but i think you’ve gotten the gist, that i’m not a fan of this movie and a short (lol, so sorry, nothing is ever digest with me, i should’ve warned you) list of reasons why. honestly this is the first time i’ve really don’t a more general account, ive pretty much stuck to steve and that crapshute, there’s a lot of other blogs that concentrate on the other characters, i’d list a few, but i don’t have it in me rn, pop me a msg if you’re interested, also if you’re interested in some real meta, this rambling rant isn’t something that people should be exposed to honestly. 

avengers: endgame was a shit movie and no amount of “he’s worthy” and “avengers assemble” is going to fix that, BUT if you enjoyed it, i don’t think less of you, obviously everyone is different, and i envy the hell out of you, i sorely wish i could’ve liked it too. the russos directed what is by far the best movie in the mcu imo, tws, and they had us all fooled, even if we probably should’ve seen it coming after iron man 4: civil war.

hope you’re having a spectacular day, sorry you had to read this if you did, and and thank you for making mine better, i really had a rant in me needing out. (you’d think i’d run out of hate for this by now, but nah.)

thank you for the ask :) 

[srona58]

Dadda

Requested by @starksgoatee on Twitter - a short fluff piece about dad Tony.  Enjoy.

Also, if you have requested one...it IS coming! I just haven't had a ton of time to write lately.  Also also, my mother is home now, so thank you to everyone who reached out, including miss Paltrow who's helped me figure out some recipes for her to follow with her new dietary rules [don't ask how this happened because I wasn't expecting a reply at all but somehow got one?]...long road to recovery from here!

***PLEASE DO NOT COPY OR STEAL: this is listed on Wattpad, FF.net, AND AO3, all under either SRona58 or ShannonRona.***

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Things had been...different around the Stark house recently. Not because of one of Tony's projects or one Pepper's investments for the company, but because, well...a mini Stark.  Morgan Stark, to be exact.  Nine months had passed before she was born, and now nine months had passed since, and in those nine months, Tony had become quite an interesting father to their daughter.

Pepper couldn't complain, though.  While she was rushing around at home, she also had to get to the office on time to make sure she put in her work day there.  Being CEO wasn't easy while balancing a family, but she refused to take any more time off.  After the last mission before the Avengers broke up, she had been too worried about Tony not coming home.  The office had gone awry without her presence then, just as it had when she had gone on maternity leave...though at least then, she insisted on doing some work at home.  But the past couple of months had been spent back downtown, making sure things were caught up and Stark Industries was functioning fine.

And it was...but home?  Home was another circus act sometimes.

Including breakfast.

Pepper was almost running late; again.  She'd misplaced her papers, and she hated how disorganized she'd become since being a mom.  But it was fine...everything would be fine, she'd skip breakfast, feed Morgan quickly, and then get to her car half past seven and arrive at the office promptly at eight, just like she always did.  She'd just...skip her own, and wait for lunch.  Or...dinner, knowing how her days wound up most of the time.

Sighing, she made for the cabinet and pulled out a coffee mug, then put it under their Keurig and waited for the warm, liquid caffeine to dispense.  Her arms propped her up over the counter while it processed, and then, finally, after several excruciating moments, it beeped done and she was able to take it in both hands and turn to lean back against the counter.

"So when exactly did I become the stay at home mom?" her husband asked, breaking into her moment of peace for the morning...that one small moment.

Tony was hunched over the island, trying to spoon a mouthful of baby food into Morgan's mouth.  To be honest, Pepper was surprised; he never got her into the kitchen for her, so this was new.  And he seemed...bored.  Not bored of Morgan, maybe just bored of routine.  He had been staying home during the day, now with nothing to do but watch their daughter.  Pepper envied him - since going back to work, she barely saw either of them, and she missed these few moments of family time.

"When you made me CEO," she finally sighed, taking a first sip of the dark roast in her hands, her bangs falling into her eyes as she leaned down to welcome it.

He pushed the spoonful into their daughter's mouth, who just giggled and let it dabble down her chin instead of swallowing.  "So let's trade, you spend some time at home, I go into the office."

Rolling her eyes, Pepper dismissed that one immediately.  "You couldn't handle running the company, Tony.  Remember what happened last time you ran Stark Industries?"

"Give me a break, I was a kid," he pouted instead with a frown, his attention moving from Morgan to his wife.

"You were 38," she countered.

"Age has no number."

"Right..." she confirmed with a forced, pressed lip smile; she wasn't upset with him, she just knew better than to argue.

"Come on, Morgan misses you, I miss you..." he pushed, shooting her his best puppy dog eyes, to which he earned another sigh.

"Tony," she scolded, "that doesn't even make sense.  If we switch, you're still going to be somewhere I'm not."

"Pep, I'm bored," he groaned, ignoring her attempt to point out his flaw in the plan.

"You wanted a baby so bad," she quipped, coffee mug to her lips again and her eyebrow raised.

"I wanted a family, and that includes you," he corrected, standing up and setting the spoon of baby mush down.  "Take tomorrow off.  Come home, I'll make dinner..."

"You'll make dinner?" she mused.  "I'll have the fire department on standby."

"Hey, I've learned!"

"Coffee and Pop Tarts aren't dinner," Pepper reminded him teasingly, setting down the mug and stepping across the space toward him to run her hands up his chest, tilting her head to smile softly at him.  "You're a mess, Mr Stark."

"Really?  Cause it's looking like it's the other way around," he joked.  "Come on.  No disasters, I swear.  Just you, me-"

"Dadda!" suddenly interrupted him, cutting him off before Tony could say Morgan's name, and both he and Pepper snapped their eyes toward their daughter, who was happily swinging her arms up and down from the toddler chair she was strapped into.

"Did she just..." Pepper whispered, eyes on their daughter, though her hands still gripped Tony's shoulders.

His mouth dropped, trying to find words as his brow furrowed and he swallowed nervously.  Morgan hadn't spoke yet.  She was only nine months.  But here they were...hearing the same thing.

"Oh...kay..." Tony finally managed on a breath, and that's when Pepper dropped her hands from him and gasped, hands over her heart as she maneuvered toward their daughter's chair.

"You just said 'dadda', didn't you?!" she celebrated.  "You said your first word, sweetie!"

But Tony was panicked, and he ran his hand through his hair, exhaling loudly with wild eyes.  Yeah, it made sense that eventually, their daughter would start talking.  But 'dadda' being her first word?  It wasn't what he deserved.  And Pepper...Pepper wasn't even upset that it wasn't 'mamma'.  Even knowing she wished she had more time with them, she wasn't bothered by the proof that Tony was first on Morgan's mind.

"Do you know who your daddy is?" he heard the red head ask their child, and when he focused, he realized she was picking her up out of the chair and carrying her back toward him.  "Is this daddy?"

Tony watched as she waved Mogan's hand in hers delicately, trying to teach her how to say hello.  But Morgan had no clue, he could tell.  She looked happy and she was laughing, but did she actually know who he was?

"Hey, kid," Tony finally muttered, smiling for his daughter's sake.

And then she said it again, reaching for him.  "Dadda!"

"Okay...that's not supposed to happen," Tony panicked, and Pepper could tell, so she shifted Morgan in her arms to hand her to him.

"Of course it is," she protested. "She loves her dad."

"It's too early, she's too young."

"The books said she can start talking at nine months, and that's...now," Pepper pointed out, before turning her attention back to the baby in her arms.  "You take after your father, don't you, pretty girl?  You'll be the smartest little girl in school when you're older."

"But-" Tony protested, still stuck on the age thing, but Pepper shook her head as he finally accepted Morgan and cradled her against his shoulder.

"Congratulations, Iron Dad," she teased, kissing his cheek before doing the same with Morgan.  "We both love you, you know."

And that's when his lips finally tugged up, smirking as he watched Morgan's blue eyes - that of her mother's - watch his face.  She was something else, that was for sure, and even if it was just now that he was realizing that...he was proud.

[txnystarkimagines]

A Broken Family

Pairings and Characters: Tony Stark X Reader. Reader x Avengers

Word Count:1361

Warnings: angst,angry wife 

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Please ignore the cringe worthy writing this is from the time when I was not so good at writing. Not like I am now, But still. 

Y/N woke up with a throbbing pain in her neck. She opened her eyes,adjusting to the all too familiar lighting of her and her husband’s bedroom. But this time it was different. This time instead of waking up with her face buried in his chest and his arms around her waist; she woke up with her head resting on his hand. Last night Y/N had been sitting on the floor next to his bed,crying and praying to God,that Tony would be alright. As the night progressed she grew tired and fell asleep. This time instead of waking up to a perfectly normal mundane bedroom,she woke up to her husband,who was attached to wires and heart rate monitors. The familiar beeping of which she had been accustomed to after the two nights she spent with Tony in the hospital. Rubbing her eyes Y/N stood up from the floor,stretching to rid herself of the stiff feeling she had all over her body. Deciding on taking a shower she made her way towards to the bathroom. Not even bothering to look at her face in the mirror Y/N stepped out of her clothes, and stepped underneath a cold shower. “Jarvis please play my shower playlist"She asked the A.I. "Your wish is my command Mrs Stark.” Soon enough the song started playing. The robot’s reply had made her smile just a tad bit. Y/N then started on her daily shower routine. After stepping out of the shower Y/N stepped into the walk-in-closet that was linked to the bathroom. Dressing herself in another set of pajamas,she walked over to the vanity. While brushing her hair,she looked at a face which didn’t’t seem like it was her’s anymore. She felt like she had lost twenty years of her life,worrying over Tony the past four days. What had happened you might ask? After returning from Siberia Tony had turned to his old habit of drinking rather quickly.  He blamed himself for everything that had happened. Eventually the stress took its toll on him and he experienced a heart attack. A panicked and confused Y/N had rushed him to the hospital where after his condition had settled,the expert team of doctors decided to put Tony in a medicated coma for 4-5 days,so his stress levels could lower.   Hearing some commotion in the room,Y/N put down her hair brush down and walked outside to see what the matter was. After opening the door Y/N was met by faces,she once called family but no more.“What the hell are you people doing here?” Y/N asked,the team of Earth’s mightiest heroes.“Who gave you permission to enter my house?” “Y/N What are you talking about?” Steve asked,trying to be clueless.“What am I talking about?"She scoffed. "You are the reason my husband is in that bed right now. You are the reason,not two days ago he was fighting for his life,while you guys ran away like fucking cowards. How did you even know,he was sick? Are you monitoring us for threat watch now?"Y/N snapped. "Look Y/N we never meant for this to happen."Natasha spoke walking towards her."Don’t get me started Widow,you were the one who betrayed him.” “Its not her fault Y/N and you know it."Clint stated,running a hand through this hair. He knew very well where this conversation was gonna lead, the team broken apart. According to him this team was like a married couple,who were polar opposites. They never agreed on anything and one day it was all gonna blow up. As Banner had said the first time they met,they were a time bomb,ticking away,waiting to be lasted off. And this was it,this was their explosion,this was the divorce between the married couple,this was the family breaking apart and there was nothing that could be done to save them. "Yeah,that’s right. Its not her fault.It’s not your fault,its not even Rogers fault. Its nobody’s fault except that man lying in the bed over there."Y/N pointed towards Tony who was laying there,peacefully,not a clue of what was happening around him. Perhaps it was the only time he was at peace Y/N thought. Because it was something that had not been granted to him in real life. Maybe a few selected moments here and there but,not always not like a normal man should be. But he wasn’t  normal though,was he? He was Tony Stark for God’s sake! How could he ever be normal? "30 minutes. 30 minutes is all I give you. Pack your things and get the fuck off,of my property,before I have to take armed action against ad believe me I am not fooling around.” “What? Are you serious Y/N?” Wanda exclaimed.“Yes I am serious. There is the door. I thought you like freedom? There you go,you have it now. Its better than keeping you in a mansion with every facility in this world to protect you. ain’t it?"She said. "C'mon!  This is clearly not the best time."The Captain muttered ushering everyone out of the room."FYI Captain! No time is the best time,so don’t bother showing me your face or anyone else for that matter."Y/N yelled out. "Oh god!"Y/N gasped once they were out of the room. "Oh Tony,what the hell did just happen?"Y/N talked to her unconscious husband,settling down beside him."I am so sorry Tony, I am so sorry.’‘A tear slipped out from her eye,followed by another,and another,till it turned into sobbing.” I am so sorry I cold’t protect you from this Tony.I am so sorry I couldn’t be there for you. I am sorry,I am so sorry. I am sorry that you had to watch your parents be murdered. I am sorry that someone you idolized since childhood betrayed you. I am sorry our family betrayed I am so sorry.“Y/N spoke.She felt as if everything around her was falling apart. She didn’t know what condition the love of her life will wake up in.She didn’t know if her best friend would ever walk on his legs ever again. She didn’t know if kicking out the Avengers was the right thing to do,or if Tony wanted that or not. She was clueless and she had no one to talk to, She had no idea what do and she was alone. After twenty minutes of sitting besides Tony,Y/N decided she need to go outside and check if they were gone or not. Walking through hallways Y/N  smiled at all the pictures that decorated the wall. Pictures of her and Tony,them alone,their wedding pictures,picture of them with their friends and Pepper. Her mood instantly dropped when she saw a family picture with the avengers. They were standing in front of the gates of Disneyland,Tony’s army was around her and she had her head thrown back in laughter at Steve’s surprise on everything that was in there. On the other hand Clint was making a bunny above Bruce’s head,who had no clue and was just fidgeting with his fingers. And for the first time Natasha was smiling a genuine smile,the only one who seemed to be looking at the camera.Y/N sighed at the memories and moved on. Reaching the foyer she was Steve and Wanda with two small suitcases."What are you doing here still?"Y/N crossed her arms on her chest. "We are waiting for everyone else."Wanda replied. She nodded in response,and tried to look anywhere but them. After a few minutes of silence Steve was the one who decided to break it. "Look Y/N I am sorry.I am sorry for everything that has happened in the past few weeks.” Y/N scoffed at his half assed apology. “Apology not accepted Rogers.Somethings just can’t be forgiven. You really except to forgive you?Do you know what you have done? You used us like a tissue paper and then threw it in the dustbin after you were done with its use. Tinker with that.” With that Y/N walked away.