#Rhodey would be crying

[denebolablack]

LOOK AT HIS BAMBI EYES I CAN'T, I'M CRYING 😭😭😭😭

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Give me insecure Irondad! Lemme set the scene:

Happy calls Peter just as class gets out, tells him to meet him at the back exit to get picked up. As they drive off, Peter notices a crowd of reporters out front. Happy explains that someone leaked the fact that Peter is Tony’s personal intern and the press managed to track down Peter’s personal details. May has already been taken to the tower and is waiting for them.

Tony and Pepper sic their lawyers on the press and eventually, things calm down. Peter and May go back to their apartment and things move on, only Tony can’t stop thinking about it. About how this only happened because of him, because one of his staff snitched, because of his fame and his money. How Peter would be better off without him. And Peter’s a genius, so obviously he’s figured this out by now too, and Tony can just see it all.

He can see Peter dipping out of their hangout more and more often. No more movie nights, no more working on Tony’s cars or building Lego sets, no more casual bonding time. After that, Peter will start to cancel their lab days too, first once a week, then twice, then he’ll tell Tony he’s taken an internship at Oscorp or Hammertech, somewhere he knows Tony’s influence can’t keep destroying his life. And Tony will let him go, because he knows it’s for the best. He knows he doesn’t deserve Peter, never has and never will.

But still, Tony is selfish. Tony is so selfish that he’ll do anything to make Peter stay. So he starts doing more dangerous, more ‘cool’ things in the lab with Peter, starts giving him more ridiculous upgrades for his suit and web shooters, even buys him a car and lets the him take a joyride in an Iron Man suit in the same day. And that’s when Peter stops enjoying himself and really notices that something is wrong with his father figure mentor.

Because from an outsider perspective, Tony isn’t doing well. Now that Peter’s really paying attention, he notices that Tony’s eye bags are worse than ever, that he’s gotten thinner. And Peter, because he’s a genius, connects the dots and traces this all back to the PR freakout. He doesn’t quite put everything together, though, until one night when he accidentally leaves his homework in the lab and comes back for it, and his super-hearing overhears a sleep deprived (and maybe drunk) Tony talking to DUM-E or FRIDAY about how he’s going to miss Peter so much when he finally decides that Tony’s more trouble than he’s worth.

Peter comes back to the lab, hugs Tony and says “I’m not going anywhere.” Cue Tony having the full on breakdown that’s been coming, passing out and waking up in the medbay to a ticked off (and concerned) Pep and Rhodey and a Spiderkid who’s practically bouncing off the walls with nerves. Cue a chewing out from Pep and Rhodey, followed by Peter being like “I meant what I said, I’m not leaving no matter how much trouble you are, wanna know why?”

And Tony’s like “Lay it on me” but inside he’s like ‘it’s probably the money, but that’s okay. If that’s what it takes to make him stay at least I get to have this amazing kid in my life’.

And Peter’s like “My dad died when I was little, and Ben, well, he was an amazing uncle, the best, and he was more than that. He raised me, but then he died too. It was just me and May, but then you started mentoring me and I guess I started to see you filling that hole. I really look up to you, and well, I guess what I’m saying is you’re way more than a mentor to me, I mean, if you wanna be. I’m sticking around as long as you’ll have me, Mr. Stark.”

And damnit, Tony just woke up and he’s crying again. Peter’s been way more than a mentee too, but Tony didn’t want to weird the kid out and risk pushing him away. Now that he knows Peter feels the same though…

“Get over here Roos,” he says, and Peter gingerly curls up next to him in the medbay bed, and if FRIDAY takes pictures and sends them to Pepper, Rhodey, Happy, and May, then no one has to know.

[welikeimagines-andfandoms]

Don’t Drink- Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky comforts crying reader when Tony goes too far

Word count: 955

TW: discussions of alcoholism, self harm and neglectful family

Most of the night you had been lively, energetic and maybe even a little flirty with a certain brunette super soldier, but when that question came out of Tony’s mouth, in front of every one, you couldn’t help shrink into yourself.

You are by no means a shy person, I mean sometimes you can be closed off but you’re happy to talk to anyone, which is what you had been doing.

The typical Stark party was starting to wind down and you and your friends had found a couch and were happily talking. You sat sipping your lemonade, now Nat was no longer manning the bar, her amazing mocktails were off the menu. You were both listening and talking to your friends, and everything was going great. Until that damn question rung loud across your friends, and cutting you to the core.

“Well why doesn’t y/n drink?” Tony shouted drunkly, causing everyone to stop their conversations and stare between you and he.

The tension in the room suddenly became thick as some of your friends looked at you with worrying looks, and some glaring at Tony. You didn’t blame Tony, and if he’d just accepted the excuse you gave it would have been fine. He didn’t know about your dad or your family, only a few of the team did, but he didn’t have to push.

“I mean come on, it’s a party, we’re all drinking and having a good time, maybe a few drinks might loosen you up a bit. Maybe if you had a drink or two, you might even get lucky,” Tony winked at you.

This got people annoyed.

“Come on, Tony, that’s enough,” Steve said, both he and Rhodey trying to usher him away, while Natasha held your hand and Bucky looked at you with sweet eyes.

“Well why doesn’t she?” He shouted, refusing to leave and demanding an answer like a child.

This confrontation had flooded you with shame and embarrassment, but now as you stared into his stupid drunk eyes, all you felt was rage.

“Maybe because unlike you, I don’t want to turn into an asshole like my dad! Maybe because if I drink I might cut myself like my mum used to! Maybe I don’t drink because I don’t want to turn into a pathetic alcoholic like you or my shitty fucking dad!” You shouted back at the man, your skin hot, chest heaving and tears began to fill your eyes.

All humour had left Tony’s eyes at your confession and he hung his head in shame, while attempting a weak apology. Not wanting to hear it or hear the pity of your friends, you stormed off. It had been a lovely night, but of course, Tony had to ruin it.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” Natasha growled at Tony as your friends watched you storm away.

As Maria and Yelena came over to calm Nat, Bucky made his way for the door you left from.

It didn’t take long for him to find you, following the aching sounds of your crying. The sound of your upset hurt him, but as he saw you sitting on the corridor floor, his heart absolutely shattered.

“Oh, doll,” Bucky gently sighed as he bent down to be face to face with you.

Raising your head from your hands revealed a makeup stained face and blood shot eyes, the sight destroying Bucky even further.

Not wanting any pity from anyone, you tried to stand to leave, but Bucky was faster. He sat down on the floor and dragged you into his lap, holding you so you couldn’t leave and be alone with this feeling.

“I’m here, it’s okay,” he whispered sweetly against your hair, kissing your forehead as he gently rocked you in his arms.

With one hand on your thigh and the other around your arm, he held and rocked you until your heavy cries became light sniffles. Raising your head, you looked into his sweet blue eyes.

“I’m sorry, James, I-I shouldn’t have made such a scene like that,” you quietly apologised with a shaky and rough voice. You looked down to your lap in shame as you pull away from his chest.

The fact you thought you had to apologise for this cut Bucky to his very core, realising what not just HYDRA but your parents must have done to make you feel like such a burden.

“You have nothing to apologise for, sweetheart,” he gently comforted as he tucked pieces of hair behind your ear and he wiped some of the makeup from your face.

“Tony is a dick, and shouldn’t have pushed you like that. I’m honestly glad you told him off, and crying is nothing to be ashamed of,” he continued to comfort.

Holding your cheek in his hand, he stared lovingly into your eyes as he slowly leaned down. Your lips met in a gentle and sweet kiss, one full of comfort, but not pity, full of love and honest feelings.

As the sweet kiss parted, you couldn’t help the light smile that graced your lips.

“There’s my girl,” Bucky whispered sweetly to you.

“Your girl?” You asked hopefully, your smile widen and light returning to your eyes.

“My girl,” Bucky confirmed, “my girl who never has to apologise for her feelings and who I will hold and listen to whenever she needs.”

“Your girl, my James,” you smiled up at him, your hands now resting on his chest.

Hearing you say that you were his and he was yours, filled Buckys heart with so much love, he thought he might explode. A large toothy smile graced his gorgeous face, as he pressed you against his strong chest in a sweet embrace.

[loversrocktvgirl2]

my mini multiverse of madness….

College!Tony AU x Reader Headcannons

Tony is best friends with Rhodey, and the two of them are going to college together. They share an apartment and everything, and, while they have their squabbles, they tend to get along most of the time. 

You are Rhodey’s childhood best friend, and Rhodey would pick up mountains and chuck them at people for you. He adores you. You’re only a bit of trouble—but most of the time, you’re just too sweet for your own good, which leads people to use you, which leads you to cry. And we all know what happens if somebody makes you cry. 

Rhodey beats them up.

No one hurts the girl he thinks of as his little sister he must avenge at all times. 

You’re often at their apartment because you hate college dorms, and also, just because you like to be there and hang around. 

One day, Tony stumbles out of his bedroom, groggy and shirtless, into the kitchen. 

“Yo Rhodes, we got orange juic—oh hey…” 

He rubs the back of his neck nervously when he sees you in the kitchen, cooking pancakes on the stove in an oversized t-shirt and tiny shorts. Then he smirks. ‘Cause dammit if he doesn’t like the fact you’re in his apartment looking as cute as you do.

You look over at him and smile. “Hi. Orange juice is on the table. Do you want pancakes?” 

“Panca…yes. Yes, I want pancakes.”

He ends up having breakfast with you at the table, eating pancakes and drinking orange juice. 

Rhodey comes in about a half an hour later as you’re still sitting with Tony at the breakfast table.

“Tone…where the hell is your shirt?!” 

Tony then realized he’s been hanging out with you, Rhodey’s most favorite human on the earth, shirtless for almost half an hour. This doesn’t look good for him.

“Uh…I can grab one…?”

“Yes! Do that!”

Tony gives in, nodding in agreement, and he gets up from his seat and walks to his bedroom to grab a t-shirt to wear. 

Rhodey turns to you. 

“Why are you here?”

“Hey, my kitchenette sucks! I was borrowing yours.”

“And Tony’s eating with you?”

“Okay, you tell me what I’m supposed to do when a cute, sleepy, shirtless boy wanders into his own kitchen and I’m cooking food.”

“You tell him it’s your own damn food and he’s not allowed to have any! He shouldn’t have asked you.”

“He didn’t ask, I offered.”

“JESUS!” 

This whole exchange led to him pulling Tony aside later in the day to have a conversation about what his…intentions were with you. And Rhodey made it abundantly clear that you were not to be harmed or upset in any way, shape, or form. 

“Bro, she was just cooking in the kitchen! She’s nice, she’s your friend, and I had breakfast with her. I didn’t do anything!” Tony said defensively. 

“Oh yeah? You weren’t flirting with her over pancakes and maple syrup?”

“Jeez, you’re salty. You sure that you’re not like, in love with her or anything?” 

Rhodey rolled his eyes and groaned. “No. No! She’s like my sister, and you’re a great friend, Tony, you are, but I will NOT have my playboy of a friend going after her. She is too good for you, okay? No.”

But that isn’t quite what happens. 

Because you hang around the both of them often, and you’re in the kitchen again, and you eat breakfast with Tony again.

And you’re sweet and fun to talk to, and damn, he’s starting to develop a real crush on you, and that worries him. What’ll Rhodey say?

You like Tony, too. He’s cute and sarcastic, making him great for engaging, funny conversations, and you want to constantly spend all of your time with him. 

It probably should’ve been a warning sign that the two of you started planning around Rhodey, sneaking around a little just to be around each other more frequently, even though he already sees you most days of the week. 

One day, it goes a little far, and he ends up kissing you. 

After that, there’s a bit of awkwardness hanging in the air.

You’ve both crossed a line drawn by Rhodey, but he doesn’t know it yet. 

But Tony’s a rebel, and he sure as hell isn’t gonna let Rhodey stop him from getting to be your boyfriend. So he asks you if he can take you out. 

And you say yes. 

He asks you out again after the two of you went to the movies together.

You say yes again.

After a few more dates, Rhodey finds out. 

“What is the matter with you two?? Why would you hide this from me?? Why do you even want to be together??!”

Eventually, Tony and you talk him down, and he comes around to the idea.

He gets a little on edge whenever he sees Tony take your hand, or sees you lean your head on Tony’s shoulder, but he’s accepted now that the two of you are both technically adults now, and there’s nothing in the world he could do to stop you.

Besides, you are kind of cute together.

But he didn’t say that. 

So…yeah

I hope y’all enjoyed!!

[angel-2408]

His obsession

Yandere Bruce banner x male reader

All the Avengers were currently in the common room chatting about anything or everything, pizza and drinks were also present.

It was one of the team relaxation day even pepper and agent hill were also present.

You were snuggling up on Bruce chest on the sofa clearly fallen asleep mid conversation.

Bruce has a protective arm around you while he chat with the others.

Suddenly agent hill ask "Say Bruce have you heard about your boyfriend fans?".

Bruce frown not knowing where this conversation was taking , he knew you were popular, a bit too popular for his liking " Why? is something wrong?".

Maria shrug her shoulder "no it's just he's really and i mean really famous even among the shield agents you know, it's kinda funny because with how strict the agent's should be sometime it slip off about how many people has a crush on him".

Pepper also join in "yes indeed even among the staff in stark Industries it's really kinda scary and funny how famous he is, men and women alike pretty much very one has a crush on him". She laugh.

Bruce frown " I know what people think of him that doesn't mean i like it you know ".

Tony rub in smirking "oh is our Bruce jealous dont worry Brucie he's all yours he's too kind and nice to even think about cheating".

Bruce roll his eyes at Tony " Shut it Tony I know he won't cheat but that doesn't mean it won't worry me and you know how he is, he's too kind for his own good".

Bruce squeeze your delicate waist gently. Thor chim "Why? Do you perhaps not trust your partner?".

Bruce flinch " What?! No! Of course I trust him it's not him that i don't trust it's those 𝙨𝙣𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙨 around him that i don't trust".

Everyone was quite at Bruce word when rhodey started laughing "well seems like our residental doctor also know how to curse".

Everyone started laughing and Tony smirk " I mean Capsicle should seriously learn and loss some of his steam off".

Steve groan "your never letting that go aren't you stark".

Tony shrug acting innocent but his smirk betrayed his intention.

As everyone started to chat about other stuff Bruce look down at your sleeping form snuggling up to him he gently squeeze your waist liking how adorable you look sleeping on his arm.

Just as he had said it's not that Bruce doesn't trust you it's those people that he doesn't trust. He doesn't trust that you'll be safe around those snake who'll try to take you away from him.

Bruce doesn't know how his life would be if he hadn't met you , if you hadn't reciprocated his feeling.

Hulk was totally obsessed with you too and Bruce? Oh he is willing to use violence if it come to the point where he has to keep you all to himself.

But not on you though Bruce can never hurt you he loves you too much to see you in pain or do anything that can make you terrified of him, when it comes to you Bruce has a fragile heart.

Bruce heart will break if he ever see you be terrified or scared of him so because of that he tries not to show his possessive side too much and tries to be subtle about his obsession over you.

Bruce knew he wasn't a good person and he had never felt this way before. He wanted to hurt those who made you cry or those that tries to take you away from him.

Even in his past relation Bruce mind had never cross such thought but you oh how willing he was too hurt just to have you all to himself.

Bruce had never felt so love and cared for, you were like an angel which the heaven is so desperately trying to rescue from Bruce and Bruce was a devil or a monster that had lock the precious angel just for himself.

From the moment you agreed to be his lover you had become everything to Bruce, you had become the world to him.

Bruce wonder how you would react if you ever found out about his dark thought , will you hate him? Will you be scared of him? Will you try to escape him? He doesn't know and he's not willing to know.

He prefer how is it right now. How you don't know about his dark thought , how you don't know about his dark desire to lock you up away from everyone eyes only for him to see, only for him to touch, only for him to love.

[I know kinda sounds creepy but hey it's a yandere theme you know btw hope you enjoy this piece (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧]

[arlana-likes-to-write]

hello I loved your avengers letters so I’ve got an angsty request

avengers x dead!reader where it’s the morning after a mission where fem!reader died back at the compound and it’s just all of the avengers grieving maybe Yelena x reader too? But I’m fine with whatever

See You Again

Warning: mention of death, mention of injury, lots of grief, angst, thoughts of suicide, lots of guilt, drinking, self-sacrifice, character death, questionable happy ending?

Note: Thank you for the request. I wrote this faster than I thought I was going to but I loved the idea. Hope you enjoyed it.

Relationships: Avengers x reader (platonic), Yelena x reader

'An easy mission.’

‘A quick in and out.’

‘The base has been abandoned for months, years maybe.’ That was said during the debriefing about this mission. So Yelena believed it because they were the Avengers and their intel was never wrong. But they were wrong. The HYDRA base was active and the small team that consisted of you, Bruce, Vision, and Steve were overpowered. You were injured and Bruce provided medical assistance that kept you alive until they got back to the compound. But it was too late, your body was weak and you lost too much blood. The medical team did all they could but it wasn’t enough.

So Yelena sat by your side, staring at your still form, and watched the gauze that covered your chest turn red from your blood. The heart monitors stopped beating long ago and the blonde heard footsteps walk in. It was her sister. “Lena,” Natasha whispered, gently placing a hand on her shoulder. “We should go so they can clean her up.”

“She’s just sleeping,” Yelena told herself. It was a horrible lie but maybe just maybe if she kept repeating it she’d believe it and it would be true. “Right, dorogoy (sweetheart)?” She whispered and stood up to cup your cheeks in her hands. Your skin was so cold. “She’s going to wake up,” your face began to blur as tears formed in her eyes. “Natasha, why isn’t she waking up?” It didn’t take much for Natasha to pull Yelena off your still form and into her arms, trying to shield her from the pain. Yelena sobbed into her sister’s shirt and let out a heartbreaking cry.

*

Wanda flinched when the sound of Yelena’s cries echoed inside her head. “What is it darling?” Vision asked, placing a hand on top of hers that was holding a mug. Another cry and Wanda dropped the mug in Vision’s hands.

“It’s nothing,” but she looked up into his eyes and saw sadness, it was rare that the android exhibited such raw emotion. “It’s Yelena,” she whispered but it was loud enough for the other Avengers to hear it. Steve got up suddenly and headed towards the gym. “She’s not doing well,” None of them were. The news of your death rocked the compound. You were a bright light that everyone gravitated towards. There wasn’t a time when your smile or laugh wouldn’t make them feel better. With you gone, the compound was mission some warmth. Maria sighed, grabbing a few bottles of liquor from the bar.

“Is Natasha with her?” Wanda nodded. The agent poured herself a drink. “Anyone wants some?” Tony and Rhodey raised their hands. “We’ll have to have a press conference tomorrow to announce it,” Maria said, bringing the full glasses to them. “The public loved her.”

“Shouldn’t we give it some time so we can grieve her?” Wanda asked. “It hasn’t even been 24 hours.” Maria closed her eyes and Wanda watched her clench her jaw.

“I’m not asking you all to be there, I’ll do it but I rather the news breaks with us instead of someone else.” Tony scuffed. “Do you have a problem, Stark?”

“You’re making her death sound artificial like you’re using her to gain public attention,” the billionaire said.

“So are you saying you rather have HYDRA or one of the many politicians that want to dismantle the Avengers to talk about her death?” Maria asked. “So they can list every crime she’s committed and make her look like the villain.” Wanda sighed, pressing her fingers to her temples as the two went back and forth, bringing Sam and Rhodey into the argument. This was not helping. This was not what you would want.

“Enough!” Wanda yelled, her eyes glowed red. “We are all grieving and upset but she wouldn’t want us to be at each other’s throats. So everyone go calm down.” The other Avengers left and it was just her and Vision. She pinched the bridge of her nose.

“Are you alright?” Vision asked. “I know you were close with her.” Wanda saw you as a younger sister even though you were the same age. Through all the darkness the world subjected you to, you remained a bright star. You found joy in the simplest things - a thunderstorm, finding a penny on the ground, and even when Tony and Steve bickered with one another. You helped her overcome her grief.

“Just sad,” she desperately wanted to curl into a ball and cry but she was holding it together. “How are you? It must have been hard to be there.” He frowned.

“I don’t know how to feel,” he admitted. “But I wish I could have done more to save her. Part of me wishes it was me and not her.” Wanda sighed, placing her hand on top of his.

“It wasn’t your fault,” she squeezed his hand. “You did everything you could.” He nodded.

“Does it ever go away? This feeling?” Wanda gave him a gentle smile.

“Grief,” she said. “It comes and goes in waves. Some days are better than others.”

“I’ve never experienced loss because I’ve never had a loved one to lose,” he explained. “But what is grief if not love preserving?”

*

“You can’t keep doing this to yourself, man,” Sam said to the super soldier. He gave Steve time when he left the common floor and headed off towards the gym but he was gone for far too long, the pile of sandbags against the wall was a clear sign of the man’s growing guilt.

“She was just a kid,” Steve grunted and another sandbag flew off the hook.

“She knew the risk.”

“So that makes it okay?” Steve questioned, turning to face him. Sam was the fire in his eyes and he held up his hands.

“Of course it doesn’t,” he said. “But we all know the risk when we go out there and she knew it better than anyone.” The team saved you from HYDRA, similar to the Maximoff twins they experimented on you to give you powers and use them to further their agenda. They gave you the ability to manipulate Earth, you were given the nickname the Avatar. But even with all the power you were granted, you were gone. “Talk to me man,” the blonde sighed and fell to the floor.

“I don’t understand how this happened,” he whispered. “Our intel is always good. How did we miss this?” Sam sighed and sat down next to him.

“Sometimes we get it wrong. We aren’t perfect and she knew that.”

“She trusted me to bring her home.”

“And she is home,” Sam whispered, placing a hand on Steve’s shoulder. “You brought her back to her family where she was loved and safe,” Sam was trying so hard to mask how much this was affecting him. Part of him was thankful he wasn’t assigned to this mission because Helen hadn’t cleared him. Seeing you would have broken him. But what if he was there? Could he have helped save you? “We can’t save everyone even when they are on our side.” Steve bit onto his hand to keep the sound of his tears at bay but his body shook.

“She was just a kid,” Steve repeated. Sam closed his eyes, feeling the burn of tears as the normal put-together captain was crumbling.

“Yeah,” he said. “She was but she was so loved.”

*

“Hey Big Green,” Tony said walking into the lab. Bruce was sitting on the small couch, still wearing the clothes from the mission. It was odd seeing the couch so empty. The billionaire would walk into his lap late at night, ready to spend the night alone but you would be there. A book in one hand and twirling some rocks in the air in the other. Sometimes Bruce would be sitting with you, your legs over his lap. You told him you found the lab calming. He almost laughed at you, no one found this place calming.

Tony frowned when Bruce didn’t respond, to loss in his thoughts as he stared at his hands. They were still tainted red with your blood. “Come on,” Tony said, sitting down next to him. “Let’s go get you cleaned up.”

“There was so much blood,” he mumbled. Tony wasn’t sure if Bruce registered that he was there. “I tried to save her but she lost too much blood. I-” he finally looked at Tony, his eyes glossy with tears. “I’m so sorry but I tried to save her. You believe me, right?” His confession broke the walls Tony was desperately trying to hold up. The billionaire put his hand behind Bruce’s neck and squeezed it.

“I believe you,” Tony whispered. “I do.” It wasn’t enough to pull the doctor out of whatever thoughts his mind was creating. He kept mumbling, words Tony couldn’t understand and his breathing became erratic. “Bruce, I need you to breathe for me.” The last thing they needed was for him to Hulk out but he wasn’t listening. So he pulled his friend against his chest. “Copy me, okay? I need you to think of nothing except slowing down your breathing.”

It wasn’t the first time he’s had to help someone off the edge of a panic attack. You were prone to them and he got them as well. God, how the hell was the team going to recover from this? Every bruise and injury he endured never hurt this much. “Sorry,” Bruce finally said. He sounded more like himself. He used his forearm to wipe his forehead. “That was-”

“It’s okay,” Tony said. “These things happen. Today has been a lot.” The doctor nodded and the lab was quiet. Tony hated it when it was quiet, it made him uneasy. So you always found a way to fill it. Sighing, Bruce stood up and made his way to the sink to wash his hands. Tony followed him. “You know it’s not your fault. None of us blame you,” the water turned a slight pink. “You did exactly what you were supposed to do and kept her alive until you got back here.” Bruce sighed, drying off his hands.

“All I do is destroy and hurt,” he said, throwing the paper towel away. “What is the point of me being on the team if I can’t do one positive thing?”

“Bruce-”

“Just drop it, Tony. There are projects we should be focusing on,” he watched his friend walk over the to workbench. The billionaire sighed, glancing at the empty couch. He wished you were here. You were so much better at comforting others than him but you were gone.

*

“How much have you had of that?” Rhodey asked as he opened the door to the porch Maria was sitting on. An empty bottle of whiskey next to the intel they received about this mission.

“It was half empty when I started it,” she said going over the files again. What the hell did she miss? It was her job to make sure they had all the information the team needed to ensure a safe return.

“Hill,” Rhodey said, sitting in the empty chair next to her. “This wasn’t your fault. These things happen.” Maria shook her head.

“Not to me it doesn’t,” she said. “The team counts on me to keep all of you safe and I fucked up. I messed up and because of that we have to plan a funeral,” Maria clenched her jaw, forcing the tears away. She had no time to cry, to mourn, to feel anything when the people that were responsible for your death were still out there.

Maria found you so annoying when you first joined the team. It was like you didn’t come with an off switch. You had so much energy but soon Maria grew to enjoy it. She had to thank you for getting her and Natasha together. “It’s not all of you,” Rhodey said. She forgot he was there, she was so lost in her thoughts. “We all looked at the same information and saw nothing,” he was right but Maria couldn’t listen to reason. With a sigh, he stood up. “Come get me if you need anything.” It wasn’t long till Maria heard a new set of footsteps come up behind her and the arms of her girlfriend wrapped around her neck.

“Hi baby,” Maria whispered, putting her hand on Natasha’s arm. “Where’s Yelena?” The redhead sighed, placing her head in the crock of Maria’s neck.

“In her room,” she learned early on when the Black Widow’s emotions were out of control her Russian accent came out. It laced every word. “Need you.”

“You have me,” she carefully pushed her chair back to make room for Natasha. Without hesitation, the redhead climbed onto her lap and curled into her lap like a cat. She now noticed that she was wearing your long sleeve. She felt tears falling onto her shirt but she didn’t draw attention to it. Gently, she rubbed circles on her back. “I got you, sweetheart, I got you.” Maria squeezed her tight, fearing she could disappear right in front of her.

“It hurts,” Natasha mumbled. “So much.”

“I know it does. Just let it out. Don’t hold it in.” The Black Widow let out a heartbreaking sob that caused Maria to close her eyes and tears began to fall.

*

Yelena changed into one of your sweatshirts and sprayed some of your body spray onto it. It tricked her mind into thinking that you were still here, that your arms were wrapped around her. Your relationship with her was very one-sided, you were persistent in being her friend and breaking down every wall she learned to keep up. But there was a presence about you that was bright and healing. She was too weak to fight it so she let you in and you changed her life. The Red Room engraved in her head that she was incapable of love, that it was a weakness, for children. But you changed her view on it. Now she was lost.

She curled underneath the blanket in her room. She spent the majority of her time in yours, it was warmer. The walls were decorated with posters and artwork. Your bed was covered with stuffed animals. So Yelena was in her room so she wasn’t surrounded by you. Opening her laptop, she wanted to watch a movie as that was all the energy she had.

Before she pressed play an email popped up on her screen. Any other email she would have pushed it to the side or deleted it but the email was from you with a video attachment. It had to be a joke, right? Someone hacked into her email to send her this. But the press conference was tomorrow and no one on the team would do this. “Friday, what is this?” She asked the AI.

“In case of her passing, Miss. Y/n created something for you and the team. She instructed me to send it to you,” the AI explained. “I am sorry for your loss, Miss. Belova.” Of course, you would think this far in advance and make sure everyone was okay.

“Uh, can you have everyone meet me at the TV?” She asked the AI as she got out of bed. She made her way to the common area, unplugged the XBOX’s HDMI, and connected it to her laptop.

“What’s going on, Lena?” Natasha asked. Yelena looked at her sister, who was wearing one of your long sleeves. It belonged to the redhead but you claimed it as yours. Her eyes were bloodshot and she was leaning against Maria when they took their spot on the couch. The rest of the team trickled in. In Yelena’s professional opinion, they all looked like shit. She was wondering if any of them had smiled since the news broke you weren’t going to make it.

“Friday sent me something and I thought we could watch it,” it was rare that her voice was so soft. “Please,” she added on quickly. Wanda smiled.

“Yeah, of course we can,” Yelena thanked the Sokovian and made the video full screen. She grabbed the remote and sat next to her sister. Letting out a shaky breath, she pressed play.

The video began to count down similar to the way old Hollywood movies did. The screen was static and when it stopped, soft music began to play and the videos you took of them were edited together. It was one of the things Yelena found so annoying when she first met you, you recorded everything. At every press event, party, and downtime, your phone was out. In due time, Yelena learned to love it like she loved you. She never told you. You told her all the time, and the words easily fell from your lips. Every time, Yelena went to say it back, she froze. You assured her that you knew and would hold her tight. But she wanted you to hear it, now it was too late.

The video you created got the others to laugh and smile as you highlighted your favorite moments. You humanized them- showed them in a way the press never would or the public didn’t believe they could be. They were silly, goofy, and imperfect humans who made mistakes but you found a way to make them laugh. It was becoming too much for Yelena. Your voice, your laugh, your smile - it tugged at her heart. She almost turned it off but the video faded to black and then cut to you sitting on your bed. Legs crossed and a stuffed animal in your lap, it was one Thor got for you at a carnival. Yelena wasn’t sure how they were going to tell the God. But you smiled and moved the little bear’s paw to wave at the camera.

“I love you guys,” you said. “Thank you for an incredible life. We’ll see each other soon but not too soon.” You blew the camera a kiss and the video ended. Yelena wasn’t sure when she started crying but Natasha pulled her into a hug.

“I miss her so much,” the blonde whispered. How was she going to be okay when it hadn’t been a full day?

“I know you do,” Natasha said, kissing the top of her head. “It’s okay. It’s going to be okay.”

*

Vormir 2023

Yelena listened to her sister and Clint bicker behind her as she stared down the cliff. The soul stone was down there and if they wanted to bring everyone back they couldn’t leave without it. For 5 years, that was all she and Natasha wanted, to rewrite the past. All it would take was a soul for a soul. “You seem lost in thought,” the guardian appeared next to her. “Perhaps, I can provide some guidance.”

“Where will it take you?” She asked not looking away from the ground below. “Will he be stuck here or will we move on?”

“Who did you lose?” He asked instead. Yelena looked at the man, his head was tilted as he waited for her answer.

“Someone I never stopped loving and I’m ready to see again,” the man smiled with a nod.

“Then I think you know your answer,” she nodded and glanced at her sister but she hesitated. Was she ready to say goodbye? Yelena hated the Red Room for many reasons - they robbed her of her childhood, turned her into a weapon, and took every choice away from her but she got a sister. A sister that loved and protected her but she had a wife that would be waiting for her when their plan worked. And Clint, a brother she never expected to have. He had a family, 3 kids, a beautiful house, and a wife. What did Yelena have that was holding her to this world when the possibility of seeing you again outweighed everything? She let out a shaky breath and let out a whistle. Both of them stopped and looked at her.

“Don’t,” Natasha warned running after her but Yelena fell backward. What she wasn’t expecting was something to be attached to her that stopped her fall. The sudden stop made her stomach flip as she dangled on the side of the cliff. “Where the hell are you going?” She looked up at her sister.

“I’m ready,” she admitted. “You have Maria, Clint has Laura and the kids, and I want to see her again.” The sudden realization washed over Natasha, her eyes widened slightly. For 7 years, your name was rarely spoken as it hurt too much to remember you.

“Please don’t,” the redhead pleaded. “I can’t lose you too.” But Yelena saw the grip her sister had on the wire, she was slipping.

“It’s okay,” Yelena smiled, reaching into her pocket for a knife. “It’s okay. Let me go. I love you,” she looked at Clint. “Take care of her for me.” She cut the line and began to fall.

Death was something Yelena thought about a lot. She thought death was the only way she was going to escape the Red Room. Then she joined SHIELD, became an Avenger, and met the love of her life. But death took you from her. So if she needed to welcome death to see you again then so be it.

*

She wasn’t on Vormir anymore that much she knew. Instead, she stood in a space she dared to never go in for 7 years. Your room. Maria, Natasha, and Wanda took care of packing everything up and donated most of it. However, Yelena stood in your living space the same way you left it. The same decorations, the same throw blankets, and even your sneakers were by the door. What was going on? “What are you doing here?” Yelena spun around to the sound of your voice. You were dressed as you rolled out of bed, hair messy and your sleep shirt falling off one of your shoulders. But Yelena still found you breathtaking. “I thought I told all of you I didn’t want to see you for a long time.”

“I did wait. It’s been 7 years, I couldn’t wait anymore,” there were so many times Yelena had to fight the dark thoughts that invaded her mind. She knew that’s not what you would have wanted. You smirked, leaning against the fridge.

“Is that so?” You teased, holding out your hand. Yelena didn’t hesitate to grab onto it and you pulled her close. Oh, how she missed the feeling of your hand in hers. You were so close. Yelena cupped your cheeks, moving her thumb against your skin.

“I missed you so much, dorogoy (sweetheart),” she whispered.

“I missed you,” you grabbed onto her hands. “Kiss me, please.” Who was Yelena to deny you such a request? Yelena kissed you softly, savoring the way her lips felt against yours. A sigh left your mouth and you melted into her. It was all it took for the dame to break. The kiss tasted of you and salt from her tears.

“I love you,” she said against your lips. “I love you so much and I’m sorry I never said it.” You smiled, whipping away her tears.

“You didn’t have to say it, baby, I always knew,” you kissed her forehead, nose, and lips one more time. “Loving you has been the greatest gift I’ve ever received. I treasured it every single day,” Yelena kissed you again. “I’ll make breakfast and you can watch them.”

“Them?” Yelena questioned. You untangled yourself from Yelena and grabbed the remote that rested on your counter. You turned on the TV. The blonde’s jaw dropped as she watched the team gather in Tony’s lab as Bruce persuaded the team to let him be the one to bring everyone back. “Is this real?” You hummed, starting to make French toast.

“I’ve been watching you guys all this time. You did good, Lena. I think your ledger is clear.”

“Do you think so?” She asked. You nodded.

“I do. Now go watch over them and I’ll bring over the food when it’s done.” Yelena followed your instructions without any hesitation. She sat on the couch with her legs crossed, and eyes glued to the TV. She was mostly watching her sister, her green eyes were bloodshot. She hoped she understood why it had to be her. You placed two plates on the coffee table and grabbed Yelena’s hand.

“So,” the Black Widow took a bite. It was good, just how she remembered when you would make them on a Saturday morning. “How does this all work?” She waved the fork around the room. You shrugged.

“Not sure. I haven’t thought about it that hard,” you took a bite of the food. “I’ve just been going with the flow.”

“For 7 years?” Yelena questioned. You didn’t answer and she had to squeeze your hand to pull you out of wherever you went.

“It hasn’t felt like that long,” you said. “Like I know time has been passing because of what I was seeing,” you pointed at the TV. “But I never aged and everything I needed just appeared.”

“Did it hurt? Were you scared?” You sighed, dropping her hand to grab a blanket. It was the same blanket Wanda gifted to you. She saw her using it on movie nights.

“I don’t remember much of that day. But I wasn’t scared, I think I was ready. My soul knew it was my time,” you covered yourself and her with the blanket. “What about you? Were you scared?”

“A little,” she admitted. “I was worried I wouldn’t see you.” You smiled and leaned into her side.

“Well, you’re here now and you aren’t allowed to go anywhere.” Yelena chuckled, kissing your head and putting her arm around you.

“Yeah,” she sighed. “I’m not going anywhere.”

[sunnysideprincess]

De-aged Tony, a very sad steve, aunt peggy and cousin sharon, protective Rhodey AND found family Avengers anyone????😌

🫴✨💫

It's five days after. After Steve has left to punch the fifteenth punching bag of the day. After Bucky has passed out on the couch, trying to keep the kid from figuring out too much. After Sam has draped a gentle, soft blanket over Bucky's chest, where a small child and a cat have taken respite. After Natasha has sung her lullaby, Sharon Carter comes in like a raging storm, eyes seeking answers and mind reeling from the whiplash.

She takes one look at the kid and exhales like she has been shouldering the weight of the sky.

"Can I take him," she asks Rhodey, her voice suddenly small. And Jim Rhodes lets her. When he's been so fierce in his protection. Standing, mountain tall between the seven year old and SHIELD and the press and Hydra.

He lets them go and Steve appears, disheveled, sweaty and eyes wide and red, like he had been crying—missing the only man who made him feel like he's made of flesh and not of ice.

"Where—"

"Peggy."

Steve sags, all the fight, the tension and the grief slipping away as he leans against the wall with his hand over his heart.

"I thought..."

"What? You thought I'd let her take him to SHIELD?" Rhodes shakes his head. "You thought the Carters would take Tony to SHIELD?"

Hours later, the avengers are all flocking the kitchen for dinner and a late ping from Jarvis. And the peace—after all the work and struggle they've put in keeping Tony safe and happy and unassuming of the grief beyond his years—the peace they find in seeing an overly joyed Peggy Carter with her godson is all a soothing balm over the ache of missing their friend.

Bucky and Steve huddle close as the later breaks down, watching a Peggy who doesn't remember herself most days coddle a child who doesn't remember the life he has lived. It's an ache and a relief, seeing his own past and present collide. And for a minute, for a single minute he forgets he has been missing adult Tony, like something that fell out of his chest.

But then he remembers, and he's both sad and hopeful and curious when Thor tells them ", two more days and the curse resolves itself".

[irondad-defensesquad]

even if we're just dancing in the dark

In which Tony has a bad dream, Peter hasn't slept at all, and they're two stubborn idiots. Also on AO3!

TRIGGER WARNINGS: past abuse and neglect, bad dream/nightmare, and implied/referenced alcoholism.

DO NOT SHIP PETER AND TONY. P/roship DNI.

--

It’s dark and cold. Chilling cold.

It’s all black and white. Only black and white. Tony sees no gray. He sees no stars, either. Only white snow.

He searches for any other color, preferably any orange, warm fire, the smell of hot cocoa… any welcoming home.

Tony, finally, encounters a payphone. Unfortunately, it’s not inside a cabin. He has some change left and he calls the first person on his mind. The one person who misses him when he’s gone. The one person who always picks him up, no matter how long it takes.

“H-Hello? J?” Tony is freezing so damn much, it hurts. “C-Can you come p-pick me up? He… He k-kicked me out of the car… M-Made me walk… Please, I’m cold…”

He doesn’t receive any reply.

“I-I’m- I’m in the middle of the road. I can’t… see anything, b-but I know I’m not anywhere near home. I s-see a bench, though.”

Tony receives no questions. Least of all any concern from the other end. He hears nothing, not even the ringing. Not even breathing. But someone is there, right?

“J-Jarvis?” He calls. He sounds like the little kid who would go to his butler after having a bad dream, or after Howard screamed at him again.

He waits for a “yes, sir?” or “Master”. Or just “Tony”. Anything.

But…

“Jarvis…?” Tony’s voice is higher, about to break into tears. “Please, don’t leave me.”

Jarvis?

Don’t leave me, buddy.

--

He wakes up crying.

Tony doesn’t remember the last time he cried after a bad dream. It must’ve been after his parents died, as well as after Jarvis was deceased.

He’s near his fifties and yet he feels like a little kid.

Tony realizes he’s in his room, upstate. He’s home, not anywhere near a blizzard. He’s safe here.

But he’s alone tonight. Pepper is working abroad.

He’s not having an anxiety attack. No, he’s just…

Sad.

Tony curls up in a ball, hugging himself fiercely, yet hiding from the world. He keeps it down, or else Howard is going to open that door with the most violence possible and scream at how worthless his pathetic excuse for a Stark son is.

But then, like Tony usually does, he can’t stay in his bedroom. He often tiptoes to the kitchen – or, in his later years, his workshop. Not his father’s. Tony briefly looks at the time – it’s almost 3 AM. Sighing, he leaves his bed and goes out to another sleepless night.

He figures it’s best not to bother Pepper, considering the time zone. Same counts for Rhodey and Happy, despite them readily talking to Tony whenever he needs.

It must have something do with the topic of the dream.

Tony has told others about the nightmares where he loses everyone he cares about, or a potential end of the world where he’s the only one left alive. But never the ones about his deepest fears: of never being enough, of his father’s words, of the smell of alcohol, things breaking and exploding…

Sometimes, they’re scarier than the usual superhero baggage.

Either way, Tony makes his way to the kitchen to either drink water or make coffee. He hasn’t decided yet.

He passes by the workshop, and…

The lights are on.

Did he forget them on or-

No, there’s music playing. And it’s definitely not AC/DC.

Tony makes a detour, wanting to understand what’s happening. If he did leave everything on or if someone is in there, indeed.

When he goes inside, it’s “I Wanna Be Sedated” by The Ramones playing. It’s not very loud.

And someone’s humming along the music…

“Just get me to the airport, put me on a plane, hurry, hurry, hurry, before I go insane, I can't control my fingers, I can't control my brain, oh, no, oh, oh, oh, ho…”

A teenage boy happens to be hanging from upside down, reading a book and rubbing his pencil against his head. He’s quick to notice Tony in the lab.

“… Oh! Mr. Stark! I’m sorry, did I wake you up?” Peter smiles nervously, getting down from the ceiling.

So, two things: 1) Tony completely forgot that Peter was staying over tonight, and 2) Why is he up at 3 in the morning?

“Mr. Stark?” Peter’s smile disappears. “Are you okay?”

Albeit confused, Tony frowns and questions, “Why aren’t you in bed, mister?”

“Why aren’t you?” Peter puts his hands on his hips, looking far goofier than ever serious.

“Answer me first.”

“But I asked firster than you!”

“Firster- have you even slept at all?”

“What about you? You look spooked, Mr. Stark! Did you have a bad dream or something?”

“I’m the adult here, just answer me already! Why are you up at this goddamn hour?”

“Jeez, Mr. Stark, it’s not even school night, why do you bother?”

“Because someone never tells me what’s going on until I have to find out for myself!”

“Okay, when you’re ready to talk, let me know,” Peter just jumps and returns upside down.

Tony groans. “Do not go upside down on me, young man.”

“Everything is fine, Mr. Stark! I just couldn’t sleep.”

“Why?”

“‘Why’ why? Why do you ask so many questions?”

“Peter, I literally just woke up, stop being a pain in my ass already.”

The teenager pretends to be reading whatever book he has, refusing to look Tony in the eye. Yeah, something is definitely going on with him, too bad Peter is too much of a stubborn little shit to trust his own mentor.

“God, you’re fucking impossible,” Tony gives up and sits on the couch. Dang, he needs coffee.

… Turns out Peter made some coffee, now that he smells it. The coffee maker is not too far from there.

Sighing, Tony takes his mug and gets some coffee for himself. The first sip seems to calm him down. No one ever understood his relationship with black, bitter coffee.

… Even though he knows Peter put a bit more sugar in it. Tony doesn’t mind it, though.

He glares at the teenager, who’s still up there, doing the silent treatment. Meanwhile, “Pretend We’re Dead” by L7 plays in the background. Peter goes back to his humming – he seems to be taking notes in the book. Tony will assume that’s just his homework.

Tony just… “vibes” there. Mostly because Peter won’t say a damn thing.

The music selection seems to tell it for him.

Garbage’s “I Think I’m Paranoid”.

Then Van Halen’s “Jump”.

Peter hums the songs with passion.

Tony, as concerned as he is, notices that the boy is wearing those Hello Kitty pants again. Peter loves saying he hated them, but here they are.

Suddenly, it’s Bruce Springsteen.

“Dancing in the Dark”.

By far the saddest one.

How the hell does Peter dance upside down without feeling sick?

Tony sighs again, seeing that DUM-E is dancing along. A sad dance as well.

His grumpiness, having recovered thanks to the coffee, mostly disappears. Tony may only move his feet along with the music.

Hell, Tony used to hear this a lot when he was Peter’s age (or close to it).

…

“Even if we’re just dancing in the dark… Even if we’re just dancing in the dark…”

For once, Peter turns around to Tony. He isn’t smiling.

The man doesn’t yell at him again. He just gestures at the coffee and drinks another sip.

Not too long after, Peter gets down again. He leaves the book aside and takes his own cup.

“Can I… sit here?” The boy asks, referring to the free space on the couch.

Tony shrugs. “Knock yourself out.”

They sit together in silence. Peter is rather stiff.

They drink coffee simultaneously.

It’s almost funny. They do that without even trying.

“… Um…” Peter gulps. He doesn’t finish the sentence.

Silence.

“… I couldn’t sleep ‘cause… I dunno, sometimes there’s so much in my head, y’know?” Peter explains, awkwardly. “It’s a lot- a lot of things. I didn’t want to be in my room so I thought I could distract myself.”

Tony hums. “I take it that it’s school too, right,” he guesses.

“Yeah. There’s this test coming up… I’m scared I’m gonna screw up, so I just- I just wanted to be prepared.”

“You could’ve asked me to help you—”

“It’s nothing we do here, honestly. It’s English.”

“I can still help with that. I’m not an outsider in other subjects.”

“C’mon, you don’t have to—”

“Peter,” Tony inhales before getting mad again, “I just want you to remember you don’t have to do everything by yourself. If you need help, you can ask me or ask someone else.”

The teen doesn’t protest.

“… Yeah, I know.”

Tony doesn’t reply with a snarky comment or a scoff.

“And you can let me know when you can’t sleep, either,” he says instead. “Especially if something is bothering you.”

Peter may not outright accept, but he’s not completely avoiding the offer, either.

“… You can tell me when something is bothering you, too, Mr. Stark,” the arachnid says. “I know you’re the adult, but then who’s looking out for you?”

“It’s not your job, kid.”

“Yeah, but… you don’t have to, like, put a façade when I’m around. I’m not gonna think any less of you.”

Tony wants to shake his head, but he doesn’t. He wants to cry, too. He wants to cry because of these little puppy eyes that care about him no matter what. Tony certainly doesn’t want to use the kid for his own problems… But coming here helps.

The man puts his free arm around the couch, somewhat inviting Peter to sit closer if he wants.

“… Well… You know my dad,” Tony begins. “He was cold, he never wanted me around, I could never live up to him… So the thing is, in my dream, I relived this one time where… we were returning home from a party – my dad and me. I was drunk. We were both drunk, honestly. But Howard acted like I was the fucked-up alcoholic, that I embarrassed him. I don’t remember well what I said to him, but whatever it was, it was enough for him to kick me out of the car and force me to walk all the way home.”

Peter tenses, listening to all of this.

“I remember yelling right before he left,” Tony continues, “‘Yeah, you know what, I don’t need you! I never did!’. And I was alone. In the freezing snow, with no coat on, because he simply did not care. So, I walked. I was so freaking cold. I was crying and it hurt a lot. I was lucky to find a payphone so I could call my butler, Jarvis. He was the only one there for me at home, from the very beginning. Even then, I had to wait for him, lying on a bench. For a second, I thought Jarvis was going to give up on me, too. ‘Cause he’d been dealing with my bullshit for who knows how long. But no… first thing he did, was wrap me up in two coats, and he took me to his home, so I didn’t have to face my parents’ disappointment. He didn’t get angry at me, and I couldn’t understand why… But I knew I could count on him, always.”

There’s a few seconds of silence before Peter sits a little closer in curiosity.

“Wow. You… never really told me about Jarvis.”

“Jarvis… He was…” too good for me. “He was an actual father to me.” And I feel like I never really told him that.

Peter looks contemplative.

“Jarvis reminds me of you.”

Tony immediately looks at the kid, shocked.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. You’d do the same for me. Well, you already do.”

…

“Well… In the dream,” Tony clarifies, “Jarvis gave up on me. So I just… lied in that cold bench, all on my own.”

Peter looks pained for him. Then he replies:

“I’m glad he didn’t, in reality."

Tony gazes at him. Peter is smiling yet tearing up.

“I’m also glad you didn’t give up on me,” the latter whispers, briefly looking away in shame.

Dang it. This kid is going to make him cry again.

But in the good way.

Tony, instinctively, wraps Peter in a hug. Which shocks the teenager.

“Is this- happening??”

“Yes, Peter. It’s happening.”

“Oh.” The boy awkwardly hugs Tony back. “Are you crying?”

“It’s good tears, kid.”

“Okay.”

“Thanks.”

“… Y-Yeah. Thank you, too.”

Tony doesn’t break down like before, but he lets himself cry quietly. He rubs Peter’s back up and down, until he reaches the back of Peter’s head to smooth his curls. The other is still a little unsure how to react, though he eventually relaxes and doesn’t care much about it.

Finally, Tony releases him and pats one of his shoulders.

“… You wanna watch a movie?”

“Oh, sure!”

“I can make popcorn and there’s still ice cream left.”

“Yeah, that’d be cool.”

“You can pick the movie.”

“Awesome, yeah, yeah.”

And of course, Tony hands him his old MIT sweater, noticing that Peter is cold.

At one point, not too long after… Peter has fallen asleep.

Tony doesn’t, but at least he gets to look after the kid, and thus take him to bed.

After smiling fondly, Tony leaves Peter’s room.

After that, he revisits some old family pictures. Specifically the ones with Jarvis. They never had many solo pictures together, unless they were taken by Ana, Jarvis’ wife.

He needs to frame these. Tony is Jarvis’ son, after all.

[squilfmybeloved]

welcome. to my long awaited bookmark irondad spiderson fic rec bonanza

before we start gotta @ my beloveds who wish to see these bookmarks,, here u go <333 @cowboylikeyouu @constant-bi-panic @bexinator3000 buckle up cause this is gonna be a RIDE

biggest mysterio fuck you ever. obviously if i bookmarked it, it's a 10/10. unfinished, but still a 10/10! essentially, peter gets kidnapped by beck- i found this was lowkey written like a crime show (criminal minds or others) which i LOVED!! it also contains one of my favorite suspense theme scenes ever: kidnapped character escaping and fighting to get to their family, who are there and trying to save them- it creates such suspense and really keeps you on your toes, with a healthy dose of healing and hurt/comfort afterwards. the healing period always gets me, it's so rewarding to see someone heal after an event. definitely reccomend <33

any marvel fic by @bluesweatshirt fr got me on my fucking KNEES bro. i would sacrifice the soul of my firstborn for these fics. shit is IMPECCABLE chef's kiss. if ur looking for somewhere to start reading irondad fics and want something on the shorter side, these are absolutely the best place to start!! this is me. if u even care

oh boy. okay. this is... a roller coaster. it's definitely on the longer and heavier side of fanfics but god it is so beautiful. i finished this fic in one night in 2023 and i still continue to go back and read it. be mindful of the tags, folks- like i said, it's definitely a heavy one, but it's so fucking worth it to finish. i don't even have the words to describe it. this fic is ultimately soul shattering and tapes it back together at the same time. credit to @arthropodwithapen for creating this stunning masterpiece that legit changed my life <333

these had me both sobbing and laughing so hard i cried. my personal favs are the long game (i sobbed) and how to get banned from monaco (again) (i laughed so hard i cried)

rhodey my love <33 he doesn't get nearly enough attention and i love him!! uncle rhodey and peter bonding save me... save me uncle rhodey peter bonding

UGHHH i love these.. especially breaking the cycle of shame.. go read!! now!!

this is similar to spaghetti and red wine - soul shattering, taped back together, crying screaming rocking in a corner throwing up. go read and give this some love-- just mind the tags and warnings!!

HAHA this is like a trip. got me laughing giggling kicking my feet,, definitely a mood improver if u need a good laugh

short, sweet, silly- laughed a lot and heart was indeed warmed <33 (u can tell im running out of words,, it doesn't mean i don't love these!! my word vomit is just dying down)

my love (mine all mine) by spacecowboysfrommars

crying screaming throwing up staring at a wall desolately. i love it (i loved the lovely bones so much.. it's definetly a movie u should watch)

here's a link to the rest of my bookmarks if u guys wanna check out more irondad/harry potter/the last of us fics <33 MWAH enjoy besties, if u wanna yap to me about these fics feel free to send asks or message me!!

[beansmack2021]

Where's My Kid?

Contrary to popular belief, Tony Stark was not dead. Although with such a killer headache, he definitely wished he was. No hangover could ever compare to the pain he was in after waking up in a cabin in the middle of nowhere. A cabin that he'd happened to own.

He was known as the genius, billionaire, playboy, and philanthropist for good reason. He'd been planning to take the Infinity Stones from Thanos and snap so that things may return to normal, and he knew that it wasn't going to tickle.

He'd been banking on his own survival, even if the odds he'd make it off of the field of battle were slim. He wasn't much of a gambler anymore, but he'd almost wished he'd bet money on himself. He would have made out like a fiend. Not that he really needed the money, though.

He was completely alone in the cabin. He didn't want to tell Pepper about his plan, just in case it fell through. Tony couldn't let her down any more than he had in their lifetime. The plan was for Rhodes to bring him to the cabin, set him up with an IV, and come back every few days to replace the bag.

The bag he was hooked up to at the moment was still half full, so he guessed Rhodey wouldn't be in for at least another two days, and Tony Stark definitely was not patient enough for that. He'd kept a backup phone in the drawer of the nightstand next to his bed.

He originally only would've had Rhodey and Happy's numbers saved, but he thought about visiting Peter when he eventually woke up. It probably would've been better if he had a way to contact May to let her know he'd be coming. She'd be less likely to freak out and throw things upon seeing the man everyone had presumed to be dead, well... less dead than they thought.

He knew he should've called Rhodey first, just to let him know that he was awake, but as his thumbed hovered over the call button, he was hit with sudden impulse and clicked on May's contact instead.

The phone rang for a few minutes, and a sinking feeling grew in the pit of his stomach, although he wasn't quite sure why. May's cheery voice told him to leave a message after the beep, but Tony ended the call and decided to try for Happy instead.

After the third ring, his ears were met with Happy's not so happy tone. "Hello?"

Tony tried not to cry. If the pain hadn't already convinced him that he was alive, that definitely would have.

"Hello? Listen bud, I'm not gonna sit here listening to you breathe. You can either say something now or I'm gonna hang up."

Tony let out a disbelieving laugh. "You'd really hang up on your best friend?"

There was a clink, like the sound of keys hitting the floor, and a moment of silence before he heard "Tony?"

"Hey, Hap."

"This isn't some sick joke, right? Is this really you?"

"Yeah, it's me. Listen, I'm famished. You mind coming to get me? Preferably with at least three cheeseburgers."

"Yeah, boss. Where, uh, where are you?"

Tony sighed contentedly. He'd be able to go home. He quickly typed his coordinates into their chat and hit send.

"Just sent you coords."

There was another pregnant pause. "Tony, that's literally the middle of nowhere."

"Yeah, you might need to take the Wrangler. You'll figure it out. You're a smart fella. Hey, can you get me a Diet Coke, too? I'm pretty thirsty."

"You're definitely Tony, alright. Yeah, I'll be there in 30 minutes."

"Okay. Love ya, cupcake!"

He hung up and shot Rhodey a quick text.

��𝘦𝘺, 𝘐'𝘮 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘦. 𝘏𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺'𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦. 𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘐'𝘮 𝘢𝘣𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘺 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘦.

His phone chimed loudly as Rhodey's message appeared.

𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘔𝘳. 𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘬. 𝘚𝘦𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯.

He shook his head and sent an angry emoji before he asked the question that had been sitting heavy on his heart since he'd woken up.

𝘏𝘰𝘸'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘥?

The three dots that showed that Rhodey was typing bounced up and down on the screen before his phone chimed again.

𝘔𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵. 𝘚𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺.

Of course Tony was happy to hear about his little girl. Knowing that she'd only just recently lost her first tooth did give him an idea of how long he'd been in a coma, too. He was referring to another kid, though. A kid who swung around Queens, New York in a bright blue and red suit.

𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥. 𝘏𝘰𝘸'𝘴 𝘗𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨?

Another chime.

𝘋𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘗𝘦𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘳? 𝘚𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘵𝘰𝘰. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

His heart panged for his wife, but he still hadn't gotten the answer to his question. He'd sacrificed everything for Peter Parker, and all he wanted to know was how he was doing.

𝘗𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘳. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘥? 𝘚𝘱𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘯?

A chime.

𝘔𝘢𝘺 𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘱𝘩𝘦𝘸? 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦, 𝘏𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺'𝘴 𝘔𝘢𝘺? 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘚𝘱𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘯?

Tony was starting to get frustrated. He just woke up from a coma and Rhodey was going to screw with his head now?

𝘠𝘦𝘢𝘩, 𝘮𝘢𝘯. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵. 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨?

The three dots bounced on the screen again. They disappeared. They bounced again for a moment, and then there was another chime. As Tony was growing more and more impatient, each chime sounded like nails on a chalkboard.

𝘐'𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘔𝘢𝘺 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥. 𝘏𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘮𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘺, 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘦'𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵. 𝘊𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘚𝘱𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘯?

Tony's heart dropped. "After May passed?" May was dead? Why would Rhodey be saying Happy met Peter the other day? They'd known each other for at least a year, if not more.

Something was wrong. Very, very wrong. Tony needed to find his kid.

[unhingedmarvelandclassicwhobuff]

If there’s anything we can agree on, it’s that Wanda maximoff was majorly screwed over in terms of character writing

Absolutely. As much as I adore Wanda, I paradoxically don't think any of her appearances were done well.

Age of Ultron comes pretty close by actually letting her nobility shine through and letting her call out Tony, but it falls short by not making it crystal-clear that she was never loyal to Hydra, and by not showing her react to what she indirectly caused in Johannesburg.

I feel like I shouldn't have to explain why I hate what's done with her in Civil War, but I'll do it anyway:

- the movie and the audience alike blame her for the casualties in Lagos instead of, y'know, the Hydra agent who actually set off the bomb - she isn't allowed to speak up when Tony starts condescendingly going "um, you all need to understand that people die in carnage 🤓" as if her fucking brother wasn't murdered by his creation, nor is she allowed to have any opinion at all on the document that will legally declare her a sub-human - Despite the movie trying to say she'd have to think about signing the Accords rather than instantly saying no like she really would, Tony goes over her head and kicks her off the Avengers roster and imprisons her so Ross can have an easier time getting her when he decides that she needs to be disposed of because it's now legal to do that to an Enhanced that you so much as suspect might be a threat. - For some reason people think SHE'S the one in the wrong when she subdues Vision (which literally makes her cry) in order to escape from Tony. - She gets blamed by the movie itself for Rhodey's injury (Vision saying he was "distracted" when he fired. What else could that mean?), most likely in order to make you think "serves that bitch right" when Tony sees her being tortured on the Raft and has zero reaction.

Infinity War probably comes the closest to being a good depiction of her, despite the fact that the Russo Brothers either couldn't care less about her, or outright dislike her for daring to have beef with Tony, who they worship. With that being said, her horrible sacrifice and subsequent nullification of it, as torturous as it is to watch, is legitimately good storytelling. Now if only the movie didn't try with zero irony to say that Thanos murdering Gamora was the same thing.

Her two minutes in Endgame are... fine, I guess. Her absolutely wiping the floor with Thanos is cool, but it's emotionally hollow because it's not the Thanos that took Vision from her. Also, the scene has been ruined for me by the official YouTube clip being flooded with comments going "OMG, this was such a great passing of the torch between the two biggest MCU villains." Like, fuck you! I guess I'm grateful that the laughably tone-deaf scene where everyone kneels before Tony's corpse was cut, because he directly harmed many of the people there, Wanda most of all. And then she never gets to learn that Tony's insistence against rewinding time is the reason Vision is gone for good.

WandaVision is supposed to be her big time in the spotlight. And it is... but it's still not worthy of her. Setting aside how annoying it was that no one was interested in Wanda at all while the show was being released and were only interested in how the series could be used as a vehicle to introduce stuff like mutants, the series made a massive error in prioritizing audience intrigue over character consistency. What do I mean by that? Well, pure and simple, the Wanda Maximoff I know and love would never, and I mean NEVER, be complicit in the enslavement and torture of 4,000 people (many of whom are children). And the show itself seems to agree with me, as the final few episodes make it crystal-clear she had no idea how this started or what the Hex was doing to anyone. There's just one problem with that; the majority of the show was implying she knew she was in full control (all those time resets, her throwing Monica out, her whole argument with Vision, her expanding the Hex). Clearly these moments were meant to keep the audience guessing as to what was really happening, but the result was Wanda being insanely out of character, and the show itself highlights that. So yeah, if Elizabeth Olsen wasn't so proud of the show, I would write it off completely despite how much I loved certain parts of it (mostly just the final two episodes for actually letting her be the hero she really is).

I have no kind words whatsoever for Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness. Fuck that movie. And fuck Marvel for letting Sam Raimi and Michael Waldron turn Wanda into a one-note slasher villain and making her many many haters feel validated. The fact that it was sheer incompetence that led to this and not open malice is honestly even worse, because that's how little this character is valued.

So yeah, while I love everything about Wanda as a person, she's way too good for any of the projects she appears in, and if I had my way I'd pluck her out of the MCU and put her in a universe where she can truly be loved and valued like she deserves to be (with her permission of course).

[infiniteeight8]

IronStrange prompt: Stephen uses magic to watch Tony during sex/masturbation. (Permission to do so or not is up to you.)

Hope you had wonderful holidays! Excited to see you back!

Thanks! It’s good to be back. People sent in so many great prompts. 😀

I went back and forth on whether this would be with or without permission and the creeper!Stephen in my head won. Possibly because he wanted his turn after I wrote Enjoy Yourself (You’re Allowed). LOL.

Behind the cut for reasons of rating.

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Stephen didn’t keep the scrying spell active all the time. Not even most of the time, not really; when he was working, or studying, he needed to concentrate, and of course he couldn't use it when there were other people around. But if he’s alone and relaxed, a small magical mirror of Tony Stark accompanies Stephen. 

He’s watched Tony working in his lab, attending business meetings, hanging out with Rhodey, and fighting as Iron Man. There’s something comforting about being able to glance over at any moment and see the most important man in the world going about his business.

Stephen has also watched Tony eat, shower, sleep, and have sex. He’s long since given up telling himself that watching those moments is about any other than his own satisfaction. Tony is beautiful, and after he’s had a long day there’s nothing quite like seeing the tension go out of him.

Tonight, Stephen expands the image of Tony until it’s life sized. With a little adjustment, Stephen positions it so that it looks like Tony’s magical echo is reclining on Stephen’s bed instead of his own. He’s already naked, eyes closed, one hand slowly stroking the length of his cock. Stephen undresses himself and lays down on his bed facing Tony’s image. Tony responds quickly, as he always does, his cock swelling and growing stiff despite the easy motions of his hand. Soon Tony adds lube and closes his fist around his cock. His strokes spread the lube around, making his cock glisten. Stephen licks his lips, mouth dry, but resists touching himself. He doesn’t want to miss anything.

Tony adds more lube, his strokes making wet noises now. He moans softly, twisting his hand and lifting his hips into his strokes. His skin has taken on a lovely flush. Stephen wishes he could feel the heat of it, wishes he could smell the musk of Tony’s arousal, but the scrying spell does have its limits.

Tony rubs a thumb across one of his nipples with his other hand, breath coming harder as his strokes speed up. He never pinches; his nipples are too sensitive. Firm rubbing is as rough as he gets. Stephen wants to lick the tight nubs, to make Tony cry out when he sucks just a little. But he settles for watching as Tony licks his thumb and puts it back to work on his chest, his hand moving quickly over his cock now. 

“Almost there,” Stephen murmurs, seeing a thick bead of pre-come well up from the dark head of Tony’s cock. Tony rubs a thumb over the head, moaning louder. A few more strokes and then he tightens his fist hard, come spurting up over the edge of his hand. 

Stephen shudders, rolls onto his back, and takes his own cock in hand.

[marvel-ousmondays]

Iron Man (2008)

As mentioned in last post, when I went to Iron Man I literally had no idea that such a superhero existed. (I thought Sherlock Holmes with RDJ came out first but apparently not so I had essentially no knowledge of the actor either.) My friends and I decided to spend the day out at the nearest town big enough to have a book store, craft stores, and a Target, as well as a Drive-In movie theater. I was now a college student and enjoying the freedom of no curfew, rebel that I was. I'm pretty sure the movie prior to Iron Man was the Narnia: Prince Caspian movie. I mention this because I hated that movie. It bastardized the book something awful and after the first movie was so faithful an adaptation, this was incredibly disappointing. However, this meant I was doubly primed to appreciate the awesomeness that Iron Man ended up being. I've watched it a few times since then, but usually as background to something else. I decided for this challenge I did REALLY want to watch the movies/shows. No other distractions- just it. I can take breaks (it took me 3 days to finish Iron Man due to various constraints last week) but when I'm watching, I'm JUST watching.

Here were my takeaways this time

The differences in Terrence Howard's Rhodey and Cheadle's Rhodey are always a bit mind boggling and part of what makes Iron Man feel really different from the later films. We're also just starting MCU so while they aren't LACKING budget, it's not the level it would be later. This doesn't hurt the movie at all for the record, if anything I think it meant the story had to be more well-developed and the actors better.

But this first film has a seriousness and a somberness that most of the other films only flirt with (notable exception being Infinity War of course).

The scene where Tony goes back to help Gulmira, Yinsen's home, and we see the 13 year old boy screaming and crying as his father is pried away from their family, the soldiers clearly planning to execute him and all the other grown men. The young boy tears himself away from his mother to his father, determined to keep him, to save him. His father, begging his son to go, so that he will live even though he knows- he KNOWS he will not. This moment of utter terror made personal just before Tony shows up is incredible and all the more so when put into historical context. The U.S. was still in Afghanistan and Iraq at this time and it was easy for citizens here to paint everyone in those areas with the same brush. But in this moment you CAN'T. You HAVE to see the family ripped apart right alongside the terrorists and be forced to realize that race, ethnicity, language don't make terrible people- actions do.

A common criticism of Marvel movies is they don't let a moment sit- that they always break a serious moment with a joke. But this one doesn't do that. There are multiple heavy moments- after Yinsen's death for one and when Pepper nearly quits (because she can't watch Tony self-sabotage and possibly die) and he tells her:

"I shouldn't be alive... unless it was for a reason. I'm not crazy, Pepper. I just finally know what I have to do. And I know in my heart that it's right."

This moment sits between them so clearly, so starkly and it is not ended with a joke, but with Pepper grabbing the flashdrive and asking what to do. (Thinking back, I'm wondering how many of those MCU "broken" moments are by Tony. He's the one uncomfortable with emotion. Him breaking those moments with humor is actually 100% in character. Something to pay attention to as I watch.)

Finally, and perhaps most importantly, some of the key themes of this movie just strike to the heart.

Death from a distance is easy to ignore or even be complicit in, but death up close rips us apart. Tony sold weapons that he knew took lives for years but it wasn't until he watched Yinsen die that I think he really understands what that means. Yes, his parents had died before but he wasn't THERE, he didn't SEE it. This death, this is the one that makes him really know what it means.

You don't have to change everything to be a better person. Tony is still self-centered. He still likes attention. He's still arrogant and as we will see next movie, open to playing the field as Pepper and him haven't committed. But not only has he stopped being complicit in the deaths of the innocent, he's taken on the mantle of protecting them.

Lastly, who the good guys are is largely a matter of perspective. This obviously gets hit harder again in Ultron (oh that glorious train wreck- I'm looking forward to writing about you), but it matters here. Tony was fine manufacturing weapons because he assumed he was supporting the "good guys", the 'Muricans. But not only was Obadiah dirty dealing, he is forced to learn the good guys aren't always as discriminatory with their weapon use as they purport to be. That it's easy to start painting with broad brushstrokes in areas where precision is actually called for.

Overall I'm really glad I PAID attention to this one this round. The grittiness and the depth really hit the way they did the first time or even more so. Onward to The Incredible Hulk, even though it's only semi-canon now.

Note for me:

Directed by: Jon Favreau

[fangirl-writes]

Matters of the Heart

Peter Parker x Fem!Stark!Reader x Harley Keener

Warning(s): Death

Notes: This is pretty short and end kind of abruptly, but it’s been in my drafts for so long and I like it too much to delete it. So, enjoy :)

Summary: It had been 5 years for you and 5 seconds for Peter. So to say it’s a bit of a shock for him to find you in the arms of someone else is an understatement.

When the battle was over and Tony was gone, all Peter could think about was you.

How would you react to finding out your dad was dead? That he’d saved the universe and it cost him his life? It had taken you so long to get reacquainted with him and now he was gone.

And what about seeing him again? According to Doctor Strange, it had been five years. It baffled his mind to think that he’d missed out on five years with his loved ones.

What had changed?

"Where do we go now?” Rhodey asked, standing up and stepping away from where Peter and Pepper were still crouched, trying not to cry.

“Home, I suppose,” Steve replied, fighting his own tears. “I think everyone deserves that.”

So, Doctor Strange conjured up portals like he had before. But instead of leading people into battle, the portals lead home. To Wakanda, to New Asgard, to Clint’s farm, and, for many of the main Avengers, to Tony and Pepper’s home.

When they walked through it, Peter almost couldn’t believe that the rich and fancy Tony Stark had lived in this little house by a lake.

He noticed you sitting on the porch swing. Your hair had changed, along with a few more subtle things that come with time, but he could still tell that it was you. 

What he didn’t know was who was sitting next to you, and why you were cuddled into his side.

You lifted your head when you saw them walk through the portal, getting the guy next to you’s attention, immediately knowing something was wrong.

“Mommy!” A little girl came running out of the house, little feet pattering down the wooden steps.

“Morgan, honey, stay up there by your sister.” Pepper shouted in reply, causing the little girl to pause her movements.

Morgan. Peter thought. Tony had another daughter while he was gone?

“Morgan, come here,” You said, reaching your hand out for her.

Peter felt himself tear up a little again, hearing your voice. He started to realize how long it had been since he’d talked to you and how angry you would be that he went and got himself into trouble again.

The thought almost made him laugh.

You lifted Morgan up, setting her on your lap and pulling her to your chest, whispering something to her so she kept her face hidden.

Bruce walked through the portal next, when Rhodey gave him the okay, carrying Tony’s body.

Peter could see the way you gasped, holding a hand to your mouth. The guy next to you wrapped his arm around you and you buried your head into his neck, crying.

The sight made Peter want to start crying again, too.

“Keep your head down, Morgan,” the guy said, running a gentle hand through your hair.

“Take him over to the barn, please,” Pepper said, barely above a whisper as she refrained from breaking. “Don’t let Morgan see.”

Bruce headed that direction, followed by Steve, Thor, Sam, and Bucky.

Pepper spared Peter a look, noticing how he couldn’t take his eyes off you.

“Come on, Peter,” She said, gently, beginning her walk to the deck of her house. Peter followed her.

“Mommy!” Morgan shouted, clumsily climbing off her sister’s lap to run into her mother’s arms. Her face full of happy ignorance.

Peter and you caught eyes and he could see the endless emotions swirling in your eyes when his name rolled off your lips, like you couldn’t believe it was him: “Peter.”

He wasn’t sure what to say, his eyes welling up with tears that threatened to spill over when you got up from the swing and wrapped him in a tight hug.

He hugged you back and for a minute it was like nothing had really changed as you cried into his shoulder.

“I thought I’d never see you again,” you whispered.

“It’s okay,” he replied. “I’m right here.”

Peter opened his eyes to look at the man on the swing. He didn’t recognize him, but he guessed you and he were the same age; five years older than Peter now.

You pulled back from the hug and wiped your eyes. Then you noticed him glancing over your shoulder.

“Oh...” you said.

You walked over the guy and held your hand out. He smiled at you, taking your hand and standing up.

“Peter, this is Harley,” You said, turning to face him. “My fiancé.”

Oh. Oh.

Peter’s eyes shot to your left hand, only now noticing the ring that sparkled there.

Five years.

Peter swallowed hard. “Oh, that’s- that’s great, Y/N. Congratulations.”

The guy (Harley) looked at him sadly, almost with pity. It made Peter’s blood boil for no good reason.

“Hey, I think we need a second,” you told Harley. “Could you go see if mom needs anything?”

Mom. You called Pepper ‘mom’ now. That was also new.

Harley nodded and headed inside, leaving you and Peter alone.

At first, he hadn’t noticed many changes in you. Sure, the hair was different, but you still looked like you.

And now, looking closer, he noticed the five years.

You had more smile lines and small wrinkles around your eyes, and they had a new wise-ness to them they didn’t before. You also carried yourself differently, more relaxed. Like you were no longer afraid to do something that would upset the press because Tony’s your dad.

“I’m sorry, uh,” You rubbed your arm up and down with one hand. A nervous tick that hadn’t changed. “This must all be hard for you.”

“You just lost your dad,” Peter replied. “It’s hard for you, too.”

“We both lost him,” you decided, tears pooling in your eyes. “But I’ve grieved before and I’ll do it again.”

Avoiding the subject of your relationship, Peter asked, “Did Aunt May-”

“Blipped too,” You replied. “Same with Ned and MJ.”

“Oh,” It felt wrong to say ‘good’ but at least he wouldn’t be completely alone like this.

Silence fell between you for a few moments before you found the courage to explain.

“Harley was one of dad’s protege’s, too. Before you.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah...from when he got lost in Tennessee. They bonded and dad kept tabs on him ever since. We met for the first time around then, but we’re both attending MIT and found each other there.” You said. “I didn’t really date anyone after you were gone...dad and I grieved you together. You were the only thing we ever agreed on.”

Peter couldn’t help but laugh.

It made you smile.

“But we had to move on. At the time we didn’t think there was anything we could do. The world was changing and we had to grow with it. I went to MIT and met Harley again and we just...connected. I fell in love with him. We’ve been together three years now. Engaged for hardly a month.”

Peter smiled sadly. “I’m happy for you, Y/N, I really am but, to me, just yesterday we were cuddling and watching movies together...”

“I wish there was something I could do...” you said.

That hadn’t changed either. You were just like Tony, always wanting to save everyone.

“Can you hug me one last time? Then give me a phone to call Aunt May?”

You laughed. “The hugs aren’t going anywhere, Peter. I still love you...just not in the same way.”

The two of you embraced and Peter sighed against you. This wasn’t going to be easy.

“Hey,”

You broke apart to see Harley standing in the doorway. “Sorry to interrupt, but Pepper's trying to cook.”

“Oh my god, stop her!” You said. “She’s not cooking tonight. Do we have any frozen pizza?”

You fell right back into a comfortable state when Harley arrived, ready to rely on him for anything. That wasn’t a way you felt when you were dating Peter. He was glad to see the weight lifted off your shoulders.

You passed Harley at the door and he smiled awkwardly at Peter before following you.

Peter stood there for a moment, silently mourning the love he lost, and headed for the barn with the other avengers.

[irondad3000]

What if?

What if in the next Avengers movie, everyone realize that they need Tony. There is something that has to be done and only Tony can do it. So, Bruce and the avengers re-create the time machine, and they get 2021 Tony(at that time line, everyone remembers Peter). When he sees everyone who got dusted alive, and after they explain everything, he asks about Peter. And obviously after nwh no one would know. Even that Tony always told Rhodey and Bruce about him. So he would use his AI's help to find Peter, and he successfully does. And they both haven't seen each other in a LONG while. So they just have their moment, Peter ran at Tony and hugged him really tight. Tony was trying not to cry, but after he heard Peter's hiccup followed by a sob, he couldn't contain himself but tear up. Unfortunately, they don't get alot of time together, as Tony would have to return to his own time line soon.

[kandisheek]

FIC REC WEEK 9 – AUs

AUTHOR SPOTLIGHT: betheflame

Flame is the queen of fluff in my book. Her fics are like little pieces of candy, and no matter which one you choose, they're all delicious. I love the way she explores different AUs and makes them her own, especially the No Powers variety. So if you're looking for some treats, you're in the right place.

Here's some of her work that I think you should check out:

Have You Met My... Husband?

Pairing: Steve/Tony, Bucky/Natasha Rating: M Words: 7,317 Tags: School Reunion, Fake Relationship, Mutual Pining

Summary: Steve's high school reunion is coming up and for reasons that make no sense except in fic, Tony goes with him and poses as his husband. ... and things progress from there ...

Reasons why I love it: Natasha and Pepper really steal the show in this one, what with their meddling ways. Honestly, Steve and Tony need all the outside help they can get, my god, idiots in love is exactly right. I really love the humor in this one, and Bucky and Natasha's banter especially. This fic is adorable, and I hope you give it a shot!

Crouching Genius, Hidden Soulmate

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 1,276 Tags: Bucky Barnes is a Good Bro, Soulmates, No Powers

Summary: “We’re going to chat about that imaginary numbers bullshit, Stark,” Bucky said with a laugh, “but right now, come with me.” “Where?” “Downstairs,” Bucky said, offering his hand. “I’m about to change your life.” Tony barked out a laugh. “Okay Angelica.”

Reasons why I love it: You had me at Angelica. This fic is so sweet! I love all the little tidbits like Rhodey and Pepper's daughter and Steve's career that really flesh out the world. And of course, I'm a huge fan of Hamilton playing a major role in this fic. I love this one so much, so I hope you give it a shot (and don't throw it away, badum tz).

Paper Crowns and Secret Keepers

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 5,564 Tags: No Powers, A/B/O, Teacher Steve

Summary: Steve Rogers did not play favorites. He’d been one of the kindergarten teachers at Allensville Academy since he got out of graduate school and that was one of his key pedagogical beliefs - no playing favorites. But lands alive, if Peter Stark wasn’t testing his resolve.

Reasons why I love it: Aaaaaah not Flame subverting expectations in the best possible way, I am LIVING! Tony the not-alpha just breaks your heart once you learn about the circumstances that made his secrets necessary, and I love the political undertones throughout the fic in general. Also, Mairi (Askafroa) made some truly fantastic art for this that you desperately need to see if you haven't already, it's the cutest! This fic is amazing, and I hope you check it out for yourself!

A Totally Normal Dad

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 3,103 Tags: Identity Porn, Parenting, Canon Divergence

Summary: Steve is a totally normal, boring, suburban, stay-at-home-dad. He's also a superhero. His husband only knows the first sentence.

Reasons why I love it: The Incredibles, but make it Stony. I really love how this ties into canon, and oh my god, that paragraph about Steve wanting to grow old with Tony made me genuinely emotional. Also, Steve and Tony are so sweet with Peter, it makes me want to cry. This fic is amazing, and I highly encourage you to read it!

Wax On, Wax Off

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 1,354 Tags: No Powers, College AU, Merman Steve

Summary: Sure, a man could fall in love with a merman - but where would they make out?

Reasons why I love it: They're so fucking cute, ugh, I love them. Tony doing his level best to make life more comfortable for Steve is so sweet, and oh my god, the ending puts the biggest smile on my face. I also love the way Steve's merman-ism works and the cameos of the other Avengers in texting-form. This fic is delightful, and I hope you give it a go!