#Tony Stark therapy avoider

[what-the-stark]

What comes included with you?

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[questionableratatouille00]

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Summary: In an effort to get the two of you to bond, Tony Stark sends you and the ex-assassin Bucky Barnes on a road trip together. The reason? You hate each other. The situation? Two weeks in a car together. The reward: three days of a resort vacation. And the problem? He's kinda cute.

Warnings (Entire Series): Enemies-to-lovers, cursing, sexual tension, angst, fluff, crying, fighting, violence, chaos, mentions/talk of trauma, discussions of mental health, and potentially more.

Warnings: Reader wears a dress, cursing, mentions and eating of food, let me know if more needs to be added.

[Series Masterlist] <- Haven’t seen pt. 1?

𝑹𝒊𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑺𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒈𝒖𝒏

Day Two

"You look..fine." You mumble, refusing to say what you really meant: hot.

He nods awkwardly, before tilting his head towards the elevator. You walk with him to the elevator, and you try and study his expressions as you wait to get to the first floor.

He looked lost in thought. Shit. That was never good. If he wasn't talking, whether that meant exchanging insults with you and Sam or marveling at modern technology with Steve, he was lost in his head.

You’d noticed that since he’d moved to the Compound was that he was getting better. Better, in the sense that he wasn't staying holed up in his assigned bedroom pretending that the world didn't exist. Better in the sense that he was talking to people now. Better in the sense that he wasn't waking up violent or screaming in the middle of the night.

Yeah, sure, he's a petty asshole who's extremely good at pissing you off, but even semi-joking insults are better than eerie silence and pure fear of the outside world.

When he'd arrived at the Compound, he'd avoided everyone, even Steve. He didn't speak, barely acknowledged people unless he had to. He didn't eat. He could barely sleep. It was like he was a ghost. The first time Peter came over while Bucky was around, Bucky seemed to have shut down a little.

Peter was a good kid. He stayed over in his room during weekends, or even occasionally during weekdays in the summer. He didn't ask intrusive questions, and he really did try his best to make Bucky feel welcome. But it really just terrified Bucky.

After a few months of court-mandated therapy, which slowly evolved from twice a week to once every two months throughout the span of a year, he seemed to recover. He slowly learned to get out of those post-HYDRA habits he'd picked up. He'd eat with the rest of the team. He'd join in on weekly movie nights. He'd even help Wanda when she cooked for the monthly 'nice-family-dinner' days. She always loved making the food for those.

He started watching baking shows with Vision. He'd hang out with Natasha. He pestered Steve in a way only a best friend ever could. He made jokes. The first time you ever heard the former brainwashed assassin make a joke will be forever ingrained into your mind. It had been some stupid joke about Steve's old costume, and it had shocked everyone in the room. Except for Steve.

He only went silent like this on particularly bad days. Nobody ever said anything, because they knew that would only make it worse, but it was obvious whenever something rough went down. 'Bad days' meant days that followed nightmare-filled nights, or days that involved flashbacks or recovering from flashbacks, or days that were ruined by something triggering him.

"You good, there?" You decide to speak up, just as the elevator door opens.

He nodded quickly, beginning to walk to the truck. He hops into the driver's seat, and you don't fight him on it.

"We're a bit late." You note, glancing at the time. 6:13pm. Technically, it started at 6:00pm and ended at 10:45pm.

"Holy shit." You say aloud, looking through Bucky's window at the beautiful decorations. There were string lights strung from light posts, and hay bales for some reason, and other cute things. There was a little stage set up, with a small band playing vintage songs. There were little stands set up where you could buy food or random 1940's themed shit.

"You ready?" You looked to Bucky, before checking in the mirror to make sure the red lipstick you'd applied hadn't smudged.

He nodded, parking the truck against the sidewalk. He waited for you to walk around the front of the vehicle to join him.

"I'll grab us some dinner. You up for this? We can always go back--"

"I'm fine." He said, and at first you thought that he was getting annoyed at you, before a quick glance to his face assured you that he was just trying to convince himself of this. "I'm fine." He repeated.

The air was warm, and the yellow light of the string lights combined with the street lights made Bucky look..really nice.

"Ooh! That place looks good. C'mon!" You grabbed his hand, pulling him forward.

You pulled him to the food stand, excitedly looking around the little square. People from well into their nineties to kids who couldn't be older than five were all dressed up. You and Bucky blended in incredibly well.

"What do you think you're gonna get?" You asked Bucky, intending to pay.

"Not sure. Might just get a burger and fries."

"That sounds good. I'm not sure what I want yet. Everything looks amazing."

When the family in front of you got their food and left, you quickly made your decision, and Bucky made his. Just as you were about to put your card into the card swipe machine, Bucky beat you to it. When you opened your mouth to argue, Bucky gave you a sharp glare, silently telling you to shut it.

“I was going to—“ You begin, but he cuts you off quickly. “I got it.” He paid quickly for the meal, before leading you off to a table. There were a bunch of circle tables set up in a large rectangle. In the center, people danced in small circles or in sets of twos.

Setting the plastic baskets on the table, Bucky pulled out a chair for you. “What a gentleman.” You tease, and he just rolls his eyes.

The band played covers of old songs, and you couldn’t help but wonder if Bucky recognizes any of them.

Once the both of you wolfed down the delicious food, you looked around. The band was loud, so you had to talk at a slightly louder volume than normal.

There were lots of couples, ranging from elderly couples slowly swaying together, to newlyweds quickly moving and bouncing to the upbeat music.

You noticed Stacy, the long-haired brunette who worked at the Brandon Center. She was in her own baby blue 40’s dress, which paired well with her hair and bright green eyes.

She was standing at a table in front of her Aunt Brenda, and Barbara from the hotel.

Her grandma and her great aunt live up here, you remember. She’d said so at the store.

Barbara and Brenda were also dressed up, smiling and laughing at something Stacy said. Stacy was standing, but Barbara and Brenda were sitting together.

You looked to Bucky who was zoning out. “You okay?” You asked, and he snapped his gaze up to meet yours.

“Fine.” He assured. "Dance with me."

"What?" You look at him, bewildered.

"Dance with me." He repeats, standing up before pulling you out of your chair by your hands.

"Why are you--" You don’t get to finish as he pulls you to the makeshift dance floor, before pulling you close to him.

"Shut up and dance with me."

"Y'know, that's a song." You felt it was important to note this.

"Weird." He states, before he glances past you, his eyes narrowing.

"If looks could kill." You commented, and he focused back on you. "Who're you looking at?"

"The douchebag who's been staring at you for the past eight minutes." When you turned your head to look back, Bucky stepped to the side, forcing you to swing your body to avoid being crashed into.

"You've been watching him?" You thought it was weird that the guy who hated your guts seemingly wanted to keep you safe.

"Shut up." He glared at you, before he continued to sway with you to the rhythm of the song.

"I thought you said you couldn't dance."

"I said that I didn't. Not that I couldn't." He muttered, before spinning you.

You instantly recognized the opening notes of 'It's Been a Long, Long Time', and you look to Bucky, who also seemed to recognize it.

You laugh as the two of you continue to sway to the music together, before the song ends. Bucky keeps his hands on your hips, your hands on his shoulders. “I’m sorry we got off on the wrong foot. You’re not that bad.” You grin goofily.

“You’re not so bad either.” Bucky looked at you, a small grin on his face.

“Friends?”

“Something like that. You’re a punk.”

“And you’re a dick.” You shot back.

It was impossible to miss how all of the couples close to you glance at Bucky's hand, clearly metal against your red dress.

"They're all staring at me like I'm some kind of monster." He mutters darkly, beginning to pull away.

You pull him closer. "Who gives a shit.”

“I do. Tony does. The Avenger’s PR team does.” He retorted.

“Okay, smart ass.” You rolled your eyes, before glancing around. One old guy was staring at Bucky, as were the surrounding groups of people. “We can go, if you want. My feet kinda hurt.” You lied, hoping that if you gave a reason to go, he’d feel better about agreeing. When he gave you a simple nod, you smiled. You lead him to the truck, taking him by the hand. Once you reached it, you stepped down off the curb, opening the passenger door.

“That was..fun. For you, right? Like, you’re doing okay?” You asked after a few minutes. Everybody in the tower knew about Bucky’s nightmares and night terrors. Whether it was from hearing him scream late in the night or in the earliest hours of the morning, or if it was from being the one to wake him up from them a few times. It was just something that nobody talked about.

“It was alright.” He murmured. This was a win.

As he drove the two of you back to the hotel, you smiled to yourself.

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[buckbuckbarnesstuff]

Ongoing/Unfinished series

Get yourself a snack, enjoy these wonderful series and leave some love for the creative writers :)

♤ - includes sexual themes

Also, his hair is so perfect

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Time after time [60.6k+] @intrepidacious

Bucky x time witch!Reader

Summary: After what starts out as a fairly normal mission, you find yourself stuck in a time loop. Which would already be bad enough in itself if it didn’t also mean having to watch Bucky die over and over again.

{personal comment: Everything about this is perfect. From the characters, to the tiniest details. I'm in love}

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Reflections @breadqueen95

Bucky x Hydra experiment!Reader

Summary: Steve and Natasha lead the fight against Hydra in 2014, they had no way of knowing just how many secrets there were left to uncover. They suddenly have one more person to add to their list as they search for Bucky Barnes.

Fast forward to 2018. Bucky Barnes is living with the team at the Avengers Compound, trying to settle into life as an Avenger and as a free man. Steve and Natasha, with the help of the third part of their leadership trio Tony Stark, have finally managed to track down the human subject that escaped four years ago.

And you...you've been on the run for four years. Desperately avoiding any detection by hiding your identity, resisting your memories, and suppressing any flicker of power raging to get out. What happens when an unexpected arrival forces you to face everything you've been running from?

{personal comment: This is the first series I've read on this app and it's still stuck in my head. It’s that good}

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Smog & Spirits @artficlly ♤

Gangsterboss!Bucky x Witch!Reader (fantasy 1920s Gang au)

Summary: Barnes, the leader of Sootstone's Smog Boys, needs a favour. A nasty curse has been cast on him, and he needs a witch to help him break it.

{personal comment: I'm so excited about this. I love the reader's powers and the storyline is so interesting. I'll be patiently waiting for more of this delicious piece}

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Friendship is Mandatory @sarahwroteathing

Bucky x reader

Summary: With the help of a new therapist and a recklessly kind and unapologetically damaged new roommate, Bucky learns how to start living instead of just surviving.

{personal comment: I enjoyed the insights in Bucky's therapy session and how they grew a friendship. Also I love the reader's sarcasm. Would certainly love to read more of this}

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Moth to a Flame @tmpestuous

College!Bucky x College!Reader

Summary: Bucky Barnes was the love of your life, and you were his. There was no denying it. But after two years of dating, you found yourselves on different paths and decided it was best to go your separate ways. The only problem was how drawn you’d always be to him even after moving on.

{personal comment: I was so anxious when I started this and it gave me so many feelings. I truly appreciate and love how soft and sweet Bucky stays even after the breakup and the way they still interact and communicate with each other. It’s beautiful and I'm so excited to read more}

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All We've Got is Time @hispeculiartreasure

40s!Window Washer!Bucky x Typist!Reader

Summary: In a world where Bucky never falls off a train and Steve lives after crashing the plane, Bucky is trying to adjust to a new peace-time normal. Spring 1946, Reader starts a brand new typist position in one of the many New York office buildings after being displaced from her factory job once the war ended. An unconventional friendship starts which leads to all the romance and fluff.

{personal comment: This is such a wonderful series, so deeply touching and meaningful. I love all these characters and interactions and even if this won't ever be continued, I'll keep it in my heart and hope people will stumble upon it, it deserves more recognition}

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Ashes to Embers @redwing4life ♤

Firefighter!Neighbor!Bucky x reader

Summary: When an unfortunate event forces you to confront the crush you’ve had on your neighbour since you moved in, you learn that Bucky knows you better than you know yourself. As the two of you grow closer, how does he deal with his past without pushing you away?

{personal comment: Loved Bucky being vulnerable and letting her be there for him. I also enjoyed the teasing and the way it got so heated, damn}

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The Day after Yesterday @bombsonboard

40s!Bucky x reader

Summary: Time travel is volatile, dangerous, playing god. And then sometimes  it drops you in just the right place at the perfect time. It’s a matter of perspective. You decide.

{personal comment: This made me realize just how much I love 40s!Bucky! He's so charming and the storyline is really interesting and I'm dying to read more of it}

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The Bet @bucky-at-bedtime

College!Bucky x College!Reader

Summary: You’ve been at college for a year and have managed to avoid the party lifestyle. That is until you meet Bucky Barnes and he decides to educate you on the benefits of being social.

{personal comment: I love oblivious idiots in love! This is wholesome. Bucky is lovely and I enjoyed the many friendships with the others}

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Point of Ignition @sunriserose1023 ♤

College!Fighter!Bucky x College!Reader

Summary: A fresh start.

That’s what you’re focusing on. You’re leaving your past behind you and starting fresh, joining your best friend at college. You’re focused on your studies and nothing is going to get in the way of you being “normal,” for once.

Enter Bucky Barnes.

The campus bad boy has his sights set on you, but you are determined not to become just another notch in his bedpost. When his best friend falls for your best friend, the two of you are stuck in close proximity, and you are set on staying strictly in the friend zone.

However, the more time you spend with him, the more you like him, and the more time he spends with you, the less he feels like hanging around anyone else. You’re set on being just friends, but Bucky has other ideas on that, and he’s determined to convince you to follow his lead.

{personal comment: So glad I stumbled upon this, I'm obsessed. I love this dynamic between her and Bucky and I can’t wait to read more}

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[dameronology]

"i said i needed space! this is not space!" with steve rogers please

it feels like i haven't written for steve in years i have missed him

Steve hated when you were mad at him.

It was understandable, really. He was mature in every sense of the word and even going to sleep angry at him after an argument was too much. That was the stark difference between you and him; you liked to simmer, whereas he had to sort things immediately. Nine out of ten times, that was what made your fights so bad. They were far and few but after all, you were both humans. Prone to falling victim to your emotions and unleashing them on the other.

That had very much been the case last night. You'd stormed out to stay at your friend's, begging for space and then nervously tip-toeing into work the next morning in an attempt to avoid Steve. But, as you'd come to learn, Captain America was everywhere all at once. On posters outside the SHIELD headquarters; on the bus that passed your window every few minutes. He was still your phone background, even when you wanted to throw a brick at his gloriously beautiful face.

Around lunch time, the real Steve Rogers appeared at your office door. It had barely been twelve hours since you'd last seen him - was that space? Hardly. Even though he was trying his best.

"Hey, honey," Steve's voice was quiet. He was holding a leaflet in his hand.

"What you got there, Rogers?"

"It's uh...it's the flyer for a couples counsellor that Tony and Pepper recommended me-"

"- a couples' counsellor?"

"Yeah, so we can sort out what happened last night-"

"- Steve," you groaned. "I asked for space. This isn't space."

"I know, but I thought it would be help-"

"- I just need to be angry at you for a while!" you exclaimed. "We don't need therapy. I just need to be mad, okay? That's all."

He gave you a smile. "Am I doing that thing where I have good intentions but my actions are just plain weird?"

"Yes, Rogers. Yes you are."

"I'm sorry."

"It's fine," you have his hand a light squeeze. "Just go home, yeah? I'll call you when I'm ready."

Steve returned your smile, taking a step back. He crumpled up the flyer and turned on his heel, promptly exiting your office in a cloud of aftershave and righteousness. You couldn't help but smile - at least he was becoming self-aware now. You were just glad it was him and not one of the many freak AI's around this place.

Just before you reached your desk, you heard Steve call something from the distance.

"I love you!"

"I love you too!" you yelled back. "Now fuck off!"

[professional-benaddict]

thinking about ✨regression therapy✨

college student peter who’s had three nervous breakdowns in two weeks and the last one landed him in the hospital after fainting in the stairs. the doctor at the hospital patches him up and sends him home quickly, but with a referal to a regression clinic.

“regression therapy is very effective with managing stress and panic disorders. especially in young adults. if you want to avoid a chronic problem with stress, go to this clinic once every month.”

peter does some research on regression therapy and some of the stuff he finds scares him. pacifiers, diapers, bottle feeding, spankings?! but, the thought of not managing his stress somehow makes him more stressed than anything else. he has to fix this, so he goes to the clinic.

during his first appointment, peter is seen by a doctor tony stark. or more specifially, a caregiver doctor, whatever that is.

“three nervous breakdowns in two weeks, huh? that doesn’t sound very good. have you tried regression therapy before? first time? all right, don’t you worry, mr parker, we’ll get you right as rain in no time. we have an excellent team of caregiver doctors and nurses here at the clinic to give you round the clock care. shall we begin then?”

what’s in store for poor peter?

[alcottsangel]

Marvel Library

Spiderman

Growing Pains

Peter makes things really difficult and yet somehow monumentally better for the adults in his life.

Gay Disaster Peter Parker

Coming out is difficult.

Soul Heavy

“I think that sometimes, some people are born with happy personalities and heavy souls,” Peter admitted gently.

Miscommunications

Ever since a civil war tore the Avengers apart, tensions have been brewing. Everyone has their own way of coping. Tony seems to take pleasure in stressing Rhodey out, Natasha avoids talking about anything real, Clint ignores all of Neil the Therapist's advice, and Steve continues to choose his unstable friend over his other, equally unstable friend. Enter, Peter Parker. (Who would've thought miscommunications about a kid could bring the team back together?)

Death Before Inaction

Overpowered Peter Parker is involved from the beginning and hates the Avengers.

Red Ribbon

What could be dangerous about a little white and red gift? Poor Peter, gathered an unwanted admirer and tries his best to keep it together.

Avengers: Road Trip

Tony wasn't sure how the hell he had ended up rattling around in his huge luxury campervan, headed for some obscure State Park in Pennsylvania, alongside none other than Steve, the man he's been avoiding for God knows how long. And also Bucky, Natasha, Bruce, Clint... And the kid, fretting at his torn jeans incessantly but bearing a grin the size of Queens on his face. Thrilled to be among his heroes. Why had Tony gone along with this?

Sometimes I Feel Like Giving Up

Peter never wanted this. He didn’t ask for the entire team to breathe down his neck whenever he eats, or to insist that he reaches some absurd goal weight when he’s perfectly fine where he’s at. He doesn’t need to change. He just needs to stop day dreaming about killing himself. It’s getting distracting.

Are you, Are you, Coming to the tree?

A mentally unstable Peter Parker and a Field Trip.

Promise Not To Fall

After the events of "Civil War" Peter had promised himself that he was not going to fall, that he needed to be strong for everyone. But everyone falls, and even that he didn't want that to happen, it happened and in the worst way possible.

The Places That Should Be Safe

Peter doesn't remember a lot of that day. Or: Peter dealing with trauma and probably more humor than you would think.

Are you dead? (Sometimes I think I’m dead)

Tony liked to think he made an imposing figure in captivity. There was his mind, his past experience, Iron Man, and of course, the weight of the Avengers behind any and all of his threats. As a result, Tony didn’t generally feel the need to resort to blustering or deflection tactics—he’d been kidnapped more times than he could count, and the whole thing was getting old. He always knew how to strike fear into the heart of his captors, how to manipulate the odds in his favor. Even when he was a child being kidnapped for leverage against Howard, he was capable of handling himself by his third go at it. Now that he was an adult, and a superhero to boot? Tony was usually busy staging his breakout by the time the Avengers arrived to rescue him. But in the cold of the small cell, Peter still unconscious and tucked against his side, Tony wasn’t so sure he could get them out of this.

Boy Scout Dropout

When Peter’s stranded in the middle of nowhere after a training exercise gone wrong, it’s up to him to shoulder the consequences of his choices. Alone.

home is where you hang the Live, Laugh, Love sign

it'd been a while since peter had known safety and support. would the avengers help him find it, despite their initially unsafe and non-supportive relationship? and what would happen if they did? (aka peter continues to be bewildered by the concept of love and acceptance and,, therapy?)

An Unofficial Introduction to the Avengers

The Avengers meet Spiderman via the online world, and then meet Peter Parker in Stark's living room. It takes them longer than it should to put two-and-two together.

I Think I Missed a Step ('Cause I'm Fallin' For You)

Peter thinks Wade knows his secret identity, and Wade is really confused by the hot coed who keeps popping up and hanging out with him.

twisted, baby

“Holy shit,” Deadpool murmurs. He’s leaning heavily against Peter, his bulk pinning him to the brick wall. That wouldn’t normally be enough to keep Peter in place — super-strength, and all — but he has a gun pressed to Peter’s jaw, which does the trick. “Are you into this, Webs?” Or: Peter has a problem. For some reason, the perfect cocktail of fear and adrenaline never fails to turn him on.

don’t you wanna feel my bones on your bones

Wade doesn't get why Spider-Man wants to fuck him, but is pleased to be there nonetheless. Also, the boxes are assholes.

Starting Point

It took Tony years to figure out why Peter kept avoiding certain missions, but one day... everything clicks into place. Peter did not like Captain America. How that was possible? Tony didn't know. It was a mystery though, and he was going to solve it.

Spideypool Oneshots

Romance, smut, and probably a smidge of angst.

Screw Them, I Love You

When Peter Parker reveals his identity to Deadpool, both men struggle to work around this new dynamic. It doesn't help that the Tin Man known as Iron Man is sticking his nose in where it doesn't belong, thank you very much.

Daredevil

Meet the Spider-Family

Or is it the Devil’s family? Either way, it’s your family.

Three Times, Red

When Matt spirals down into a dark place, Karen, Frank and Foggy rally around him. That's what friends do. They love you at your lowest.

The Troubles Are Lurking in Queens

When an arrogant lawyer demands his paperwork right now or better yet this very moment, you’re a good wife to Matt and decide to deliver the documents yourself – for your husband’s mental health sake (and for the sake of the meeting he’s running to). The catch is the said lawyer has his office in Queens – and whoever said Hell’s Kitchen was the least safe place in NYC was clearly lying.

lonely as i am, together we cry

Matt can't see Frank's face, but he can feel him—sense the warmth radiating from his body, the scent of his skin, the softness of his breath. He can feel him—in ways that have nothing to do with his heightened senses—and for a moment, Matt feels utterly overwhelmed. "Red—?" Frank calls again, probably noticing that Matt is on the verge of tears. "You want to stop?" It's a genuine question, and Matt is tempted to tell him the truth: that he doesn't want this to stop. Not now, not ever.

Falling For the Devil by @bellaxgiornata

Series of one-shots about a nervous/awkward journalist Reader meeting, falling for, and dating Matt Murdock. Eventual smut in later installments of this series.

Literally everything by @bellaxgiornata. I have never before found an author (in any fandom) who writes so well and comfortingly. Reading her books feels like a warm hug and makes me excited for my future.

[americasass81]

Good Lovers Lie

Warnings 18+ for the following:- Mention of Past Trauma, Implied PTSD, Implied M/M Smut, Implied Choking, Male Masturbation, M/M Oral, mild Angst, Mild Fluff.  Seriously do not read if any of this upsets you, the warnings are there for a reason. Feedback is welcomed and any mistakes are my own.

By proceeding you are acknowledging that you are over 18 and are consenting to the content below the cut.

Synopsis:- Finding Loki's scepter seemed like an unconventional way to bring Steve Rogers and Tony Stark together but now the consequences stemming from it may very well be the thing that tears them apart.

Author’s Note 1:- Written solely for my love of these two flawed individuals as well as the wonderful movie that is Avengers: Age of Ultron, I also incorporated a nod to the fabulous @caplanbuckybarnes who gifted us with the amazing Titles For Caplan Writing Challenge.  I think this title choice fits so well here.  Thank you.

Author’s Note 2:- As always, all images have been found through google search.

Pairings:- Steve Rogers x Tony Stark

Total Word Count:- 4,351

Standing in the barn after his talk with Fury and the wounds it had opened up, Tony tried now to remember the last time he had felt so untethered, but the memory wouldn't come.  How could it?  Closing his eyes and trying to focus, his mind instead kept him firmly rooted on what had occurred outside with Steve and what Clint had just told them ... some of them would have to share a room.

Of course, that didn't really surprise him given what little he had discovered about this place and its occupants since their arrival.  But why then did he have to get him as a bunk mate?  Why did fate, or more specifically Mrs. Barton, have to hone in on what the smarter ones of them had already suspected and suggest his ideal sleeping buddy Banner share a room with the ravishing Auntie Nat.  And what the hell was that even about?  Auntie?  Had she known about Clint's situation all along and simply not said anything?  What else did she know that even now she kept completely to herself and what did this mean for the team's ability to fully trust her going forward?

Not that that question really bothered him as much as it should have right about now though given what Strucker's enhanced experiment had shown him, what camping out here meant and all the resulting issues that now played on his mind.  For Laura's matchmaking between his teammates, well intentioned as it was, had landed him in a situation he had slowly been avoiding since New York and his verbal sparring match with Steve aboard Fury's helicarrier.  A situation that their new verbal spat by the wood piles had simply enhanced further.

After all, he had grown up in the shadow of the great Steve Rogers, his own father having revered him so much that Tony often wondered if any man could ever live up to the legend.  But the more he'd gotten to know him, while setting aside all that history and everything his dear old dad had made of the man, the more his own opinion of him began to change.  Though not necessarily in a good way.

Despite the man's self righteousness and clear cut stance on right and wrong, there still seemed to be a genuinely decent man at his core who valued loyalty and friendship above all else.  And his other assets weren't so bad either.  After all, though he would never admit it to anyone, images of Steve using his tongue in sexually creative ways, rather than telling him off, seemed to be the only thing at present that kept the nightmares of New York at bay and now it seemed the log chopping session would also feature in that therapy too.  But why?

Why had so much of what had been done and said out by the log piles stuck with him and affected him on such a primal level?  After all, he had seen Cap fight before, so swinging that axe and watching it cleave the timber in half really shouldn't have been all that amazing.  But damn, when his bare hands had ripped that log apart, Tony couldn't stop the feeling going straight to his neither regions or the new images that sprang to mind now and joined the old ones already visiting him in his dreams.  And what graphic images they proved to be.

What would it feel like he wondered to have those same hands manipulate his body into any number of positions that suited their needs?  Would Steve's aforementioned dark side be agreeable to choking Tony to near unconsciousness with those same hands or biceps to increase the high that would inevitably come from their coupling?  Hell, was the super soldier even capable of holding Tony upright off the ground on nothing but those impressively strong thighs while his cock ripped him apart and helped him forget everything except the blond's name.  Tuning out the world around him now as all these questions and images blended together and sparked the fire within his loins to life while his hand firmly stroking his cock tried to work the tension out of his system, the barn door opening failed to distract him from what he was doing ... but that voice however did.

"Hey Tony, Laura asked me to tell you that ...," Steve had started, but now all the super soldier could do was not tear his eyes away from the startled superhero before him or the feelings assaulting every nerve ending in a body the log splitting session had primed for action.

"What the fuck, Rogers?" Tony now barked out as his hand left his member while his panicked fingers worked frantically to tidy up the jeans and boxers wedged haphazardly around his thighs.  Not that he got very far with that task however.

Closing the door behind him now and moving cautiously towards the Iron Avenger so as not to spook him further, Steve dropping to his knees now and looking up at Tony while uttering the words "May I?" may very well have knocked the dark haired man off his feet if a nod from his head hadn't given the blond all the permission he seemed to need however.  It seemed Steve's dark side was coming out to play after all and Tony was going to be the one to witness it.

Placing his hands securely on Tony's hips now and as such ensuring he indeed remained upright, Steve next took advantage of his teammate’s previous actions, opened his mouth and slipped it forwards onto Tony's semi-hard erection.  And got exactly the kind of reaction he was hoping for.  Holding as much of him as he could in his throat while his lips held the rest of the muscle in place, Steve's tongue now lapping at the underside of Tony's cock while he breathed in and out through his nose might have felt like the realization of all his fantasies since he had first woken up in this time and met the man above up, but it paled in comparison to the reality his actions actually brought forth.

For that was better than his dreams.  Far better indeed.

Panting and moaning above him now as Steve's name slipped past his lips every second or third breath, Tony's hands now moving down to grab hold of the blond's head indicated that he couldn't handle much more.  The teasing had to stop.  Pulling that head completely off his member now and allowing Steve to breathe properly for a moment, there were so many questions Tony wanted to ask him, but it seemed his higher brain functions had temporarily short circuited leaving only the reality of his fantasies coming true.  Gazing down at the image before him instead now as Steve's tongue shot out and made contact with the head of his cock once more, the sensation gnawing at his loins took priority and guided his actions once more.  It needed taking care of and Steve it seemed was only too willing to offer his assistance so he gave in.

Slotting his erection back into the other man's mouth again as Steve once more opened himself up to swallow as much of Tony as he possibly could, the billionaire now began a steady rhythm of short thrusts into the man below him until it seemed Steve too couldn't take anymore either.  Fighting against the hold on his head now as Tony seemed cautious of hurting the super soldier kneeling before him, Steve took control once more however and threatened to bring the younger man to his knees again.  Placing his hands over Steve's on his own hips now as the man out of time set up his own furious pace, Tony couldn't remember the last time he had ever been sucked off so deliciously hard, but he hoped it wouldn't be the last.  Now he just had to survive it.

So egging Steve on now, though breathing became harder while his lower body began to tremble, the pressure building in his balls finally told his brain he'd had enough.  He was only human after all and the last thing the world needed to wake up to tomorrow morning was the news that Tony Stark was dead from the best blowjob ever received in human memory.  Never mind how such a thing would look to the other occupants of the farm.  Holding on to this thought now and finding reserves of strength he never thought possible, Tony took hold of Steve's head once more, let loose every profanity known to man and simply prayed no one in the vicinity had heard a word he uttered as his knees shook and his balls sent rope after rope after rope of warm cum shooting down the waiting super soldier's well used throat while both men held on for dear life.

Detaching from said super soldier then as both of them collapsed to the ground under the weight of what they had just done, their labored breathing seemed to be the only sound for miles around now as each of them tried to compose themselves enough to figure out where they went from here.  Of course they weren't really thinking in terms of friendship or relationship or anything even remotely related to the activity they had just partaken in, no their primary concern at this moment in time was more of the functional variety.

Steve after all had left the log splitting and entered the barn simply to tell Tony that Laura was in the process of making dinner if the Avengers wished to satisfy their hunger.  At least, that had been the plan before their unscheduled interruption.  The way things stood now meant that if they didn't get their asses moving, someone might come looking for them and this was not a scene they wished to explain to themselves let alone anyone else right now.  But then again, their asses didn't seem all that willing to move.

Continuing to try to come down from the high of his release as the ghostly feeling of Steve's throat still kissed his softening cock, it was Tony who somehow managed to grab onto a semblance of functionality first however to reach out his hand and grab Steve's attention as the words he now spoke slowly broke through the sex-hazed bubble hovering all around them.  "Laura ... wanted ... something?" he wheezed out and it seemed this was just the spark the super soldier serum running throughout Steve's veins needed to finally push the two men into action.

"Damn it, yes.  Dinner," Steve blurted out quickly now as he lifted himself up off the barn floor before reaching down to do the same for Tony.  Watching a moment longer then to make sure now that the other man wasn't about to end up back on the ground from the sexual act he had just endured, a quick smirk from Tony with a nod of his head once more as he put himself back together was all the sign Steve needed apparently to tell him things were perfectly fine.  Well at least as fine as they could be given the circumstances.

Catching Tony off guard once more then with a swift peck on his lips and a stern reminder of dinner, Steve next left the barn and hurried back to the house in the hopes of at least heading off any questions that might be leveled against the two men for any possible tardiness on their part.  As it turned out, their tryst hadn't actually gone on as long as they had thought as Fury now entered the kitchen from elsewhere at the same time that Tony walked through the back door and Steve through the front.  It seemed fate had smiled on them this time at least.  Too bad it couldn't last however.

Eating dinner, discussing what was known and unknown with Fury and then coming up with the bones of a plan to handle Ultron and his lackeys, night now called out to them and with it the sleeping arrangements that had earlier seemed problematic enough before the barn incident had complicated everything further.  Now it seemed the longest night of their lives was only just beginning.

Heading up the stairs now and stopping momentarily to watch Natasha close the door to the room she would share with Bruce, Tony thought of heading back downstairs and camping out in the barn instead, but that solution was just as awkward as moving forward ... for many, many reasons.  First off, what would be his explanation when dawn's light woke them all up and questions were asked as to why he had chosen to bed down out there instead of in the house.  Then of course there was the memory of what had happened out there earlier to contend with.  How was he supposed to sleep in the very location where Steve Rogers, the same man who earlier that day had admonished him on the battlefield for slipping out a swear word, had all but sucked the life out of him through his dick.  No way he was getting a decent night's kip there.  So that just left moving forward and sharing a room with the very same man.  Now that would be the definition of awkward.

Casting these thoughts aside though and opening the door now on whatever lay ahead, what greeted him inside however was not what he expected and shook the foundations of his world in a way that what happened earlier had not ... for with nothing else to do but watch him, Steve looked absolutely stunning.  Leaning angle ways against the window as the moon's glow cast him in beautiful shadows, Tony didn't need him to say anything to know the blond was lost in some memory.  Perhaps a powerful one too given that he didn't even move when Tony closed the door and walked farther into the room.  He did finally acknowledge his presence however when Tony came to mirror his stance on the opposite side of the window and the words he spoke threw the Iron Avenger for yet another loop.

"She showed me the past," he started, turning his gaze to meet Tony's now and this time the brunet thought his friend looked haunted.  But if that was a result of the moonlight or the memory that held his current focus, he couldn't be sure.  But he wanted to know more.  So nodding his head in encouragement now as Steve struggled with what he had seen, he eventually figured things out it seemed and spoke again.  "Peggy Carter.  She told me the war was over.  That we could go home," Steve now confirmed but Tony was surprised when the blond didn't stop there.  Admitting to his teammate that the vision was a lie, that there were things and people here that he refused to walk away from, he further confessed that he couldn't even reconcile returning to the past and sitting on the sidelines to watch the world struggle on when he could do so much to help.  When he had all but signed up for it.

That to him he further explained would be tantamount to playing a part in any atrocities that took place should it even be possible to send him back there in the first place.  And that was something he just couldn't live with.  No for better or worse this was his time now and he had finally made peace with that while finding some bright spots to rebuild his life around.  Possibilities he never had before, that he was now willing to explore with the right person.  And it was this statement above all others he had uttered so far that now seemed to trigger something in Tony as he joined in the confessions as well and blurted out his own vision as he had done with Fury earlier that day.

Listening intently to every word and shocked now that Tony had carried this secret around with him since before their encounter with Ultron, it triggered, at least for now, a bit more forgiveness regarding his friend's messing around with the scepter in the first place, while also making Steve want so badly to remind his friend that this was probably nothing more than residual trauma from what he had gone through in New York.  After all, Tony's heart had stopped momentarily as a result of his heroics with the missile and the wormhole that day and Steve would be lying if he didn't admit there were still nights that he woke up with the image of Tony's lifeless body lying in the street.

But that was a path he didn't need to walk right now.  Instead he simply needed to be there for his teammate, so moving to stand before the other man now, his heart skipped a beat and he hoped he was doing the right thing as he then closed the distance between them and placed his forehead against Tony's before pulling their bodies flush against each other.  Waiting a heartbeat more then to see what reaction he might receive, the other man placing his arms around his back was all the sign Steve apparently needed to carry on however.  So that's exactly what he did.

"That vision was a lie also Tony.  We're both standing here, our hearts are both still beating and as long as we stand together we cannot be defeated," Steve explained and as they continued to stay as they were and hold each other tight, it was as if their presence grounded the other and moved them away from all that had gone before to anchor them now in where they were.  But that still brought its own problems.

Remembering momentarily now the dark side Steve had intimated at during their log splitting session, what he had done afterwards in the barn and the time period he had grown up in, Tony could easily see now how conflicted the blond might be regarding what was possibly happening between them and what had already happened, but the truth was Tony was intrigued.  And when Tony Stark was intrigued, interesting stuff usually followed.

So leading on from this idea now while hoping it ended up exactly where he wanted, Tony now pulled back from Steve and winked at him cheekily before dropping to his knees as the super soldier had done with him earlier.  Undoing his belt and jeans then before helping the other man out of the clothing, Tony got to fully focus now on what lay before him and he had to admit it almost rendered him speechless.  But not for the reason he would have thought a moment ago.  Prim and proper to the point of watching his own language as well as that of his fellow Avengers, here stood the pinnacle of human perfection in all his science enhanced glory and it seemed the man was ready to go at a moment's notice.  Quite literally.  Going commando now that the jeans had been removed, his member wasn't fully erect but as Tony reached out his fingers to connect with the muscle ... it wasn't far off.  He simply needed to nudge it along.

Gliding his hand along the rod now as he warned the blond above him not to make a sound, he so wanted to repay the favor Steve had visited upon him earlier ... but Tony Stark was no fool.  Impressive as the other man's cock was beneath his fingers, Tony knew, at full mast, now was neither the time nor the place to fully experience or enjoy such a weapon.  But he still wanted to see it all the same.  So pumping the other man firmly then while his other hand came up to caress the sac twitching beneath, Tony glancing up to catch Steve biting his lip in a so far successful attempt to silence his pleading, replaced his own momentary sense of jealousy at seeing how well the blond was hung with a new found sense of pride instead that he could pull this reaction from him.  Which in turn spurred him on to do more.

Continuing the movement of his hands, he now placed his mouth around the cock before him and cursed silently to himself at the strain he felt throughout his jaw as his mouth moved forwards and enveloped as much of Steve as he could without choking.  For the man was the thickest he'd ever experienced and he wasn't even fully erect yet.  Casting this observation aside quickly however as it only distracted him with his earlier thoughts of this substantial phallus ripping his ass apart once more, Tony now concentrated on using his mouth and hands to jerk the other man off and it seemed his skills were more than up to the task.

Hollowing out his cheeks and taking as much meat as he was comfortable with, his hands continuing to squeeze Steve's remaining shaft and balls soon had the desired effect as the super soldier grabbed hold of the billionaire's head, held him in place and emptied an all merciful load of warm liquid down his waiting throat.  A load that actually made Tony thankful he wasn't able to yet take more of Steve's length given that he also still liked breathing as well.

Removing his top then before collapsing on the floor as Tony swallowed down every last drop of cum his friend had released, Steve meanwhile tried to control his own breathing along with the urge to do more.  But he knew that would have to wait.  For one, looking at Tony stripping off now before joining him on the floor, claiming this man fully deserved to be done in a setting where both of them could totally let loose and hear the effect their actions had on the other.  On top of that, tomorrow the world needed saving and Clint's property had already been generous enough to provide them sanctuary without defiling it further like two uncontrollable teenagers.

No, moving whatever this was onto the next phase could definitely wait, but talking about things was still a reasonable activity and as they now lay side by side and began to drift back down from the high both of them had just experienced, if the liquid leaking from Tony's cock was any indication, it was Steve who broached this subject now as he seemed to be the first of them to get his voice back this time.  "So Tony, was this a one time thing forged in the heat of whatever this mess is, or will we follow where it leads regardless of what tomorrow may bring?" Steve whispered and as the brunet finally relaxed and looked at the man he had now had a sexual encounter with twice in one day, he knew what they both needed to hear despite his reservations.

"We ride this to the end Steve, you and me together," he whispered back before reaching up on his elbow, moving forward and placing his lips gently against those of the waiting super soldier.  Kissing him deeper then the longer their lips remained joined, air called out to both of them again and as they parted once more Tony decided to further cement their new relationship with what he spoke now.  "I love you Steve.  I know this is all new, I know we haven't really always seen things the same way and honestly," he laughed slightly now before continuing, "I don't even know how you feel about me.  But I do love you and if you feel the same way then I promise you nothing or no one will ever rip us apart."

Staring at Tony now as a thousand thoughts clashed with a thousand more emotions within him, Steve fought the fiercest internal battle he could ever remember having to focus all that turmoil into a single cohesive structure and then blurted it out before all rational thought took over and the man who longed for a life like everyone else was replaced once more with the soldier who put duty and sacrifice above all else.  "I love you too Tony.  I don't like all the things you do and honestly, sometimes your ego does get in the way of your good intentions and screams at me to take you to task for such foolishness.  But god help me if I don't see your heart and want to lay claim to it."

And that confession it seemed was enough to do the Iron Avenger in and reveal the same heart that Steve not only cherished now but had forced Tony three years previously to face his own mortality and set him on the path he currently trod.  Wiping away an unexpected tear then as a result of their exchange before moving forward and kissing his now lover again, Tony then spoke of his promise of forever once more before turning over onto his side and slotting himself back against the bigger man and the comfort he offered.

Spooning with Steve on the bedroom floor then between the window and the bed, while the blond threw a blanket over both of them and peppered his shoulder with the softest of kisses he could ever remember touching his skin, Tony knew in his gut however that the words he had spoken had been the real lie.  But right now he didn't really care.  Though he didn't know for sure what lay ahead, the events in New York and the vision he'd had all spoke to him of a tragedy that would change their world forever.  What that meant for Steve and himself specifically and the love they had now found, well in this moment they needed the lie far more than they needed to know what their futures might hold, so closing his eyes and sinking back into his lover's embrace, he let go of the worry just this once in favor of experiencing how much joy the lie brought them for however long it was fated to last.

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The Stark Legacy (29)

Tony Stark's daughter x Bucky Barnes epic slowburn

Logic, Part of Book III: Power (see previous or series)

Summary: Samantha finally admits she used a version of Extremis to save Sam Wilson's life. Tony's attempts to punish his daughter don't exactly work.

Warnings for rough parenting, verbal fighting (out of love but they don't know how), and flirty/fun bonding. Rated Teen/15+ ONLY, please. WC 4k

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE—July 2039

Shirtless and a little cold, Bucky sat in a lab with someone poking and prodding at his arm…again. Tony and Samantha stood arguing over him, radiating the same stubborn righteousness. 

Tony mumbled critiques of Bucky’s impeccably detailed arm, each proving moot upon inspection or a single-phrase reason from its designer. Bucky watched Sam’s shoulders raise, her back shrinking with each backhanded compliment. She was defensive, but for his part, Bucky thought she should be proud. He had no complaints, save for the one time Tony continued to harp on.

“But the neural overload of being hit by Thor’s lightning…?” Tony jabbed again.

“Corrected by a tissue-specific Extremis, locally injected, as you witnessed,” Sam answered.

Tony hovered over the shoulder, wearing magnifiers. “You got lucky,” he scoffed finally.

“No, I didn’t.” Sam backed towards the far chairs, tired and avoiding eye-contact. “It was engineered to die after one proliferation. Captain Barnes was never in danger of infection.”

 “So you admit it’s an infection?” Her father straightened, bouncing a reflex tool off of Bucky’s elbow to measure the flinch. There was no point to it, but Tony always enjoyed making Bucky furrow his brow in annoyance. “Do you know how many things could have gone wrong with an adaptive virus like that?”

Sam’s nostril’s flared. “It worked on Wilson, didn’t it?” 

The room filled with lead. Tony dropped the tool, eyes wide. “Excuse me,” he breathed. 

A light clicked on so ferociously in his mind it made Bucky’s eye twitched. Her concern on our flight to Wakanda, testing Wilson with cards during training…A surge of irritation for not connecting it sooner swept through him.

Sam broke the heavy silence. “I knew the neural-isolated virus would work on Big Sam because I’d already used a dermal version on myself. He wasn’t getting better. Steve told me you all had as good as given up.”

So Steve had to have pieced together what she’d done… This meant she had already used Extremis on herself before that day in the woods. Sam knew exactly what she carried around with her. She had pointed for him to use it. She was exactly as brilliant as Tony and just as self-destructive. He watched her closely in the quiet.

“And Buc—Barnes’s enhanced nerve cells just hadn’t adjusted to the magnification effects of vibranium—” stares followed every move of her anxious hands “—so I…aided their rapid adaptation.”

Bucky tried to help. “And now I’m fine, so we are all good.”

“You experimented on a member of this team?” Tony’s face went purple, several veins dangerously pulsing with every word. “Without his permission? In this building?”

Bucky distinctly remembered Tony saying they had run out of viable therapies. 

Sam rang her hands. “You lied to me,” she spat, “at the wedding you told me he would be fine. Of course I tried everything—I tried more than you did.”

“So you graduated to organ and limb replacement—”

“—treatment—”

“—after one success? That’s ridiculous. That’s reckless.” Tony almost charged at Samantha. She leaned towards him, unafraid. Bucky couldn’t get between them this time.

“How was I supposed to know Buck would get hit by 30,000 amps in a newly connected neuron path?” Sam threw up her arms in Tony’s face. “Even if he had his metal arm, you can’t just dial people up to eleven.”

Tony buckled. “That—” he shouted, waving a finger in his daughter’s face “—that movie is a classic.” He took a long moment to swallow a boulder of pride. 

Sam teetered, eyes darting around from place to place. She had no more reference ammunition.

Bucky sat still as stone, waiting for the accusations of personal endangerment and downright stupidity certain to come, but Tony shifted. His muscles slacked. The crinkling around his eyes smoothed, and Stark turned to Bucky, dismissing him with a pat on the back. 

“You’re done. You’ll survive.” Tony shoved his sleeves up his arms. ”You can go, too, Sass.”

Her neck tensed, lip twitching again, jaw tight as a wire about to snap, but Sam made it out the doors before Tony could even turn around. Standing, Bucky grabbed his shirt, surprised she let Tony have the last word. 

Before Bucky pulled the fabric over his head, however, Tony made his way over to whisper, “other than her ass on that chair behind that screen, nobody discusses Avengers’ business with her. Got it?” Tony pointed to Banner, who stood frozen with a look of utter bewilderment. “Good talk.”

Life at Headquarters attempted normalsy after weeks of changes following Tony’s return. Sam Wilson retired to permanently train new recruits. Steve Rogers returned to the quiet life in the hills, regularly asking Tony if he wished to join him and Sharon for a day. Tony declined and joked about needing to be the center of attention. Not enough cameras. No reason to wear a suit, iron or three-piece.

The dynamics at HQ were shifting, but they needed to, fast. 

Standing inches from a glass wall overlooking busy workers, Stark hoped his outer appearance betrayed nothing of the deep fatigue weighing his insides. He recovered from space-sickness months ago; something more sinister plagued him now.

Bruce Banner sat with Samantha at a far station, several projected screens in front of the doctor while Sam sat quietly ‘being instructed.’ She remained safe at what amounted to an incredibly expensive cubicle with the world’s most over-qualified tutor. Tony convinced himself that Sam felt included doing busy work at the computer.

“I don’t like people handing me things,” Tony grunted, spurning an offering from Maria Hill.

The agent rolled her eyes. “You have taken files from me before, Stark.”

“Well—” he shrugged “—I’m an enigma. Humor me. What’s the lay of the land?”

Maria dropped the files on the shining steel table with a thud, glancing across the room. 

“Shield teams are on every continent dealing with outlying threats or suspected D-Lite transformations. We’ve got alerts out to all morgues to check all overdose victims for traces of the drug to see the scope of its distribution, but not everyone has the resources to test.” Maria sighed. The Director of Operations withheld the current estimated death toll from her briefing. Bruce mentioned to Tony it had reached over one thousand since Cloak and Dagger survived the drug. “Three aquatic inhumans have been assigned to Atlantis to help Namor. Still no sign of Victor Von Doom, but we’ve been unable to search Latveria—”

“Why not?” Tony cocked an eyebrow.

“Diplomatically, it’s a non-starter seeing as we are basically accusing the country of being complicit in harboring an enemy of state—our state, that is.”

Which they are, he thought. He missed the old days of smash-and-grab, asking for forgiveness after he got what he wanted. Iron Man had no nation as Earth’s savior; he landed wherever, whenever…before the Accords.

“Their rep’s language is vague, but it sounds as if our targets are some sort of national treasure. The country’s GDP and living standard have increased remarkably over the last decade. Our enemies are Latveria’s heroes. The people seem to revere Doom.”

“Heroes plural?”

“Again, it’s vague, but they emphasize that no citizens will be considered for extradition whether we have proof of crimes or not. The UN Inhuman Oversight Committee has no jurisdiction. Latveria never signed the Accords and holds no official participation.”

“Where are they getting all this cash, all that industry?” Bruce face sank, his eyes darkened with concern.

Director Hill shrugged, adding only “unknown.”

Sam chirped to attention across the room. “Did we consider the doctor was trying to access vibranium for the benefit of his people?”

Tony shot her down. “We don’t need to give this guy the benefit of the doubt—”

“So motivation isn’t important?”

“We don’t rationalize crazy.”

“Sorry, Tony,” Bruce interrupted, “but we do if it helps figure out motive. We can use it to figure out where he went.”

“So, what’s a substance like vibranium most helpful in use for?” Sam continued. “Weapons? Infrastructure? Medicine? Do we know how much he wanted? Is there an alternative material he may go after?”

“He wasn’t prepared to physically carry much alone over a sea,” Tony thought aloud.

“Adamantium,” Bruce added, “but it’s a poor substitute in certain applications.”

“Has any source of that been attacked?”

Maria flipped open one file. “Nothing. Wanda is with the X-Men, has been for a while, and there’s been no action against their facility, even with teams away on missions consistently.”

Sam sat back in her chair, twiddling her finger clipped inside a monitor attached to an electrified wire. Today’s experiment. “So what did Doctor Doom get that replaced his need for vibranium? Could he have gotten it from somewhere else?”

Tony fitfully paced along the windows. “You are not an agent. Eyes on your screen, Killian-two.”

Sam’s lips tightened in frustration. Her physical training had come to an abrupt halt after Tony woke from his first decent night’s sleep on Earth. She was relegated to sit silently beside Bruce and answer only when asked a question. In her newly free time, Tony allowed Hill to use Sam to check positioning orders. It may have been equivalent to assigning a supercomputer basic algebra, but her mother had been good at it. Why shouldn’t Sam? Sam stayed during a brief only because he was currently testing electromagnetic resonance to disrupt her energy production.

“She has a point,” Maria jumped in. “We originally thought he was trying to update his own shielding with vibranium but if he wanted to do something else…”

“And why did he approach so obviously? Like he wanted to fight you guys,” Sam added.

“Don’t you have a caffeine addiction to feed?” Tony snapped.

 Sam stood and fired a small ball of plasma from her left hand into the steel waste bin inches away from Tony’s leg. It smoked as he turned away, defeated. Current running across her skin caused no disruption. Test failed. Next theory.

“Yeah, I can do that too,” Tony mumbled.

Smug atop her high horse, Sam shifted on her feet. “Without a suit?”

Maria rolled her eyes before they landed on Bruce. “I don’t need to be here for this. Call me if you think of anything else,” she grumbled while walking out.

“You know, I pioneered the functional use of clean energy.” Tony’s chest puffed farther out.

Unamused, Sam’s eyes went wide and her mouth gaped. “No shit? That’s so cool. What’d you say your name was again?”

He clucked his tongue. “Makes me feel a tad disrespected when you speak to me like that.”

“Said everyone who’s ever spoken to you.”

A snort sounded beside her. “Damn it, now there’s two of you,” Bruce murmured, stifling a cough before dismissing himself for a break. 

“And that’s lunch,” Sam said, skirting the table towards the door. “Your bull makes me hungry.”

“Burns calories. Keeps me trim.” Tony slapped his stomach and followed her out. “A burger does sound good.”

She shrugged. “Ty’s got me hooked on cereal now. I mean, I crave it—”

“Also your Hogwarts letter came today,” Tony added, pulling the opened card from his pocket. “Trash can comes out of your allowance.”

Tony walked beside Sam to the kitchen, reciting the fancy cursive words on the oversized page by memory.

Samantha Stark

7am October 5th, 177A Bleeker Street. 

Sorcerer Supreme, Dr. Steven Strange

“Notice how he took twice as much space for his own name. Classic Strange. If you learn any party tricks, be sure to teach me.”

Sam stood firm in a familiar hallway, torn between working her station by Bruce or being alone in her room. Both options made Sam want to cry in boredom.

The gorgeous, strawberry-blond looked back at her from the frame on the wall. Virginia Potts’ dazzling smile, the delicate height of rosy cheeks, and beautiful blue eyes taunted Sam. Her mother looked effortless, radiant, calm. Hung among all sixty-eight portraits, Pepper still stood out in a crowd.

Sam could see that maybe their eye shape was similar, perhaps the fullness of their lips, possibly their jawline. She could remember her mother’s bubbly nature, a story time or two, the gentle sweep of hair across her face when Pepper leaned to kiss her goodnight. It tickled. It tickled her still, the thought of that kind of proximity. Sam sometimes imagined it was Pepper when the room was dark and Laura Barton called ‘sleep tight’ to her.

Pep put out fires for Tony. She said no to him. She put up with years of one-night stands. He paid closer attention to those women than her, even if momentarily…

Sam imagined what advice Pepper would give her now. Consistency, sweetheart, perhaps, and then he’ll see you. But Pepper herself was all Tony ever truly wanted. Nothing Sam could ever do would matter as much.

Her fingers went limp in her daydream, releasing Strange’s invitation to flutter to the grey floor. As she picked the paper back up, Sam had the urge to rip it apart. This wasn’t what she wanted; this wasn’t worth any of the hell she’d gone through. Sam couldn’t sit behind a screen behind Dr. Banner behind the enormous umbrella corporation behind her father. That wasn’t her place.

She was no fighter, and there was never anything mystical about her. Sam would disappoint Strange just as she disappointed Tony.

“Hey.”

Sam startled, spinning around.

“Sorry,” Bucky added, reaching out to help her balance, “I’ve got you. Almost didn’t find you. You weren’t in the lab.”

Sam tried to focus after lost so deep in thought. “Nope.”

Bucky smiled. “Okay, Sass, I had an idea. You game?”

Sneaking a glance back at Pepper’s portrait, Sam haplessly nodded, shrugged, and shook her head all at once. She never knew what she should do at any given time these days. Missy would know, but Sam didn’t.

The pure joy on her face distracted him from the scalding splatter of beef fat on his arm.

“Look! The grill marks are in the shape of my palm,” Sam exclaimed.

“Be careful with that,” Bucky cautioned to her outstretched hand. Cooking seemed a safe activity for Sam to participate in, one of which he assumed Tony would approve, and it proved equally entertaining to Bucky. Everyone eats, and as Sam pointed out, learning to make her father’s favorite from scratch could only help her.

The novelty of Sam’s skin reaching a high enough surface temperature to cook the meat wore off on Bucky much faster than Sam. Seeing her so excited held its luster though. As always when he’d found her, she hadn’t eaten.

Sam slapped down her first charred patty with glowing pride. I could make a habit of this, Bucky thought, I might have to. Ever since Tony and Bruce panicked at Samantha’s confession of injecting Wilson with Extremis, whatever version of it, Wilson was unceremoniously ‘retired,’ moved to D.C. to work with engineers of projects following his upgraded EXO-7. This left Bucky without a partner and benched to do his own worst nightmare—PR.

Public relations made Bucky long for the days of hiding in Romania, speaking to no one, and sitting alone in an apartment in the dark. That was preferable to the flashing cameras, every so often being shrieked at by an over-excited ‘fan.’ Uncomfortable didn’t cover the feeling, a fact Samantha noticed.

“Saw you on TV,” she offered, grabbing another patty. Her glance skittered away when Bucky looked up in question. “I’m sorry you have to do that. You look so miserable.” 

“I thought I pulled it off rather nicely.” Without the infiltration expertise of Natasha, Bucky was far more transparent than he hoped.

Sam snorted. “Sure. Oscar-worthy even.” She defiantly grabbed a potato chip with her free hand and popped it in her mouth, smirking just like her father when he coined a new nickname.  From what Bucky witnessed, the Stark duo were evenly matched in everything except pop-culture references and anecdotes about team members. 

Sam gnashed her teeth as if she’d been raised by monkeys. She flipped the burger like a pancake in her hand.

Her smugness reminded him how irritating Tony could be, and the surge of indignation caused Bucky to strike back, less playfully than intended. “You eat like a heathen.” 

Sam’s smile fell. She rummaged for small chips, eating piece by piece, becoming a model of dainty and quiet chewing. She changed into the type of delicate bird Bucky recently met on dates. That was not his intention, his valid observation surpassed by a twinge of pain seeing her deflating spirit.

“It’s a shame everyone now is so formal,” he said through a frown, hoping to be more convincing than promotional outings.

Sam furrowed her brow in question but remained focused on eating politely.

“I mean, these dates Sharon sets up, coffee and drinks. We just sit there. What happened to dancing or a hike or exploring a city? It’s stifling to not move around.”

“Doesn’t sound all that bad to sit still,” Sam offered before fully swallowing another chip, shoulders relaxing. “Picnics are outside but you’re sitting.” Slapping down the cooked burger, she tightened again when she noticed her manners. “How many you up to now?”

“Six.” In half as many months but also in twice as many years. “I’m a regular Casanova of the Coffee Shop.”

Sam snorted. “Librarians not doing it for you?”

“Four were—are agents,” Bucky said, mumbling, “but I’m here all the time when not on mission, so talk always circles back to work and clearance level and what she’s allowed to know. Then I have nothing else to talk about because this building—the job—is, unfortunately, my whole life.”

“There’s the door.” Sam pointed with her free hand. “You just said you wanted to get out there.”

“Yeah,” Bucky sighed, “Sharon said that.”

“So nothing sparked? Did you even try?” Sam fluffed the heap of lettuce beneath the cooked burgers. “Buck, you aren’t Quasimodo. This shouldn’t be that difficult for you.”

“She said that, too.”

Sam raised her shoulders and hands, one still glistening with grease, waiting for an explanation. 

Bucky mimicked her gesture. He had no reply, but the corner of his mouth twitched when he heard her call him ‘Buck.’ She’d done it before, but he couldn’t pinpoint when it started. It was nice, friendly and familiar as when Steve said it, comforting.

Sam sighed a few more times while washing her hands and holding up the plate for Bucky to remove the other patties from the heat.

“Odd question,” she said finally, “are you unhappy?”

“What? No. We both…were alone for so long, Steve just wants the same companionship for me that he’s found.”

The eyebrows raised again as Sam waited for more of an answer that never came. Then she set down the plate to say, “I may not have much experience with…people, but I never saw the appeal. I may have been unhappy with myself at times, but no person brought me out of that. If they had, that would be unfair to hang my happiness on them. Personally, I don’t believe that’s what love is for.”

At 18 years old Sam instantly became the wisest person in the building.

“But,” she added, “you also don’t want to end up like my father because that is just sad.” Sam looked Bucky dead in the eyes, saying “even Frankenstein’s monster had a bride.”

“Sam!” Tandy burst around the corner. “Found you. Oh gosh, smells great. You coming down for bowling? Ty’s setting up.” The blond huffed, out of breath from her excitement and race through the halls. Her gaze landed on Bucky. “You can come too if you bring the food.”

“Jeez, Dee, tell him your priorities,” Sam retorted but snapped up the plate all the same. She made no attempt to ask Bucky if he would join. “We’re in. Grab whatever fixings you want from the fridge.”

Bucky couldn’t argue; after making a big deal about not having activities, bowling qualified as another safe and normal pastime. He followed with the chips.

He did not prepare himself for the contrast between the sage wisdom Samantha had laid forth in the kitchen and the crouching form centered in the lane, heaving a ball from between her legs. It was truly painful to watch and yet utterly hysterical.

He laughed until tears ran down his cheeks.

“Everyone’s a critic,” Sam grumbled, planting hands on her hips as she stood up. “You don’t like my granny-roll?”

Bucky could barely get out the words through choked breaths. “Why…why can’t… you just…throw it normally?”

Sam opened her mouth to make some indignant reply but was cut short by a third, neutral party.

“We found out the hard way—” Tyrone indicated a sloppily patched hole in the wall above the pins “—that Sam cannot roll gently into that good lane.” Smiling, his air was tailor-made bombast aimed directly at his friend.

Sam rolled her eyes well enough. “Thank you, Winston.” She returned to her seat beside Bucky while Tandy bowled her frame. “It’s all or nothing with exerted force, it seems, but not the generated energy blasts. Those I can control pretty well now. It’s fascinating, but apparently not interesting enough to research since Tony’s return. I suspect it has something to do with extended direct contact with the vibranium in my skin since this is my dominant hand.” Sam’s rambling ended with a wiggle of the fingers on her right hand before she looked up.

Bucky zoned out somewhere in the middle, but he did manage to keep his expression focused enough that Sam was fooled. See, I’m ok at acting. I’m convincing.

Tandy dance-bowled across the lane, gracefully landing a seven-ten split. Tyrone gave a golf clap and picked up his ball of choice. They’d heard Sam’s theories before. Neither having a scientific bone in their bodies, no one responded.

Sam pushed her empty plate away and tucked her hands into her hoodie pocket.

“Have you ever tried,” Bucky delicately started, “talking like everyone else?”

Sam scoffed, adjusting her shoulders against the hard chair.

“What’s wrong with intelligence?”

Bucky felt the hair on his arm bristle in discomfort. “That’s not what I meant.”

“Well, that’s sure as shit what it sounded like. I’m not ladylike enough for you? Get in line. I’m not the one who wants ‘movement dates’ and a woman with a lizard pin. Be unique but not too unique. Jeez, with my loud eating, my granny-roll, even my scientifically curious thoughts—” Sam flatlined her hands in a sweeping motion “—then I’m…what? Indelicate? Uncouth? Unfriendly? So it’s my fault my father can’t stand me?”

Unable to stop himself, Bucky pressed his hands up to calm her, replying, “that was perhaps the most unladylike thing I’ve witnessed in fifty years. Please, I meant nothing else. I meant—” What the hell do I mean? “—communication is important to…listening can help friends relate to…common interests.” He couldn’t grasp his point. The smirk across his lips threatened to release his own indelicate snort as he imagined the slow, ridiculous move which he was sure to witness repeatedly.

Sam pursed her lips. “That was the most unintelligible thing I’ve ever heard…” she said under her breath, “but I listened to it.”

Tandy dressed another burger. “Hate to burst your bubble, Cap, but you can’t go back. She’ll tear you apart with logic. Better move on.” She cut it in half, Tyrone claiming the second half on his return to the table. Bucky noticed them move like yin and yang, perfectly in sync.

“Right,” Bucky mumbled. I suppose I can’t, for better or worse.

“You’re up.” Ty wiped the corner of his mouth. “Wasn’t there a dance where the men did just that b-between their legs to the woman?”

There was a dance like that, and Bucky remembered fondly that Miss Dot with her red eyed pin was the last partner he’d had for it.

“You know what that means,” Tandy giggled. “Go show us your granny-roll.”

[Chapter Thirty: Furnace]

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[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

wut u think of tony/bucky

Other MCU meta to be found here. Relevant is thoughts on Tony, thoughts on Steve/Tony, thoughts on Bucky and Steve/Bucky.

Ugh, anon.

I've stated before and I'll state it again, it's amazing how aggressively I do not care about the MCU. I simply cannot find it in myself to care and I somehow care less every time a film is released.

It just fills my soul with woe at this point.

But back to your question.

Caveat

We're MCU verse for this folks. I have never read the comics, played the video games, watched the shows, or whatever else I've skipped out on.

This means that something may be totally viable or interesting via comic characterization or in a televized adaptation.

Unfortunately for you, the MCU is what I've got, so the rules of the game are we're only looking at that.

I Have Less Than 0 Interest

I've spoken on this before but to me Bucky is just "there" for every movie he's in. He's there, says lines sometimes, does his thing, but he's unfathomably boring to me. Even when the film is about him, he just sucks life out of the screen.

Due to this, I can't get interested about the idea of him talking to anyone let alone engaging in a romantic relationship.

Steve, Natasha, Tony, I turn to you and ask, "Ew, why would you want to make them boring?" (the caveat being that I also find Steve and Natasha boring in the films so it'd just be 2x the boring for me to watch).

I just can't do.

A Real Answer

Bucky/Tony to me is just a case of shippers wanting to ship and I guess not liking Steve.

Steve and Bucky at least have their back story. They have this shared friendship that ended tragically, they reconnect later, and we get several films where Steve's running around like a chicken with his head cut off because BUCKY!!!!!

I definitely see where the shippers are getting their source material with those two.

With Tony and Bucky...

Tony canonically is first indifferent/mildly antagonistic to Bucky in Civil War when Bucky is first a super gone rogue that Steve is not cooperating with him to catch, and then extremely antagonistic as he watches Bucky's cold-blooded murder of his parents with no time to process afterwards.

Then Bucky disappears to Wakanda, half Tony's original team is imprisoned, and Steve disappears.

Basically, everything falls apart and while it's not rational for Tony to blame Bucky, Tony doesn't seem to be in a rational mood. It would take a very large, well-adjusted person, to be able to completely look past Bucky's murder of his parents, and even then to go into shipping?

Then add on the Civil War aspect, much of which went down the tubes because of Bucky specifically, even if it wasn't his fault I don't see Tony getting over that any time soon.

Tony's going to need a lot of therapy for that, and I just don't see him gravitating to Bucky, of all people, when there are other choices he could make. Even if we're ignoring Pepper, Tony could just as easily choose not Bucky.

Then we get Bucky.

He doesn't know Tony.

Period.

They don't talk and the one time they do meet they get to see the awkward home video of Bucky murdering Tony's parents. What does one even say to that?

They don't have time to develop a relationship before all the hot, flaming, garbage gets thrown in their way that, again, I don't see either recovering from any time soon.

As it is, while Bucky seems to be avoiding Steve for much of the franchise, he also doesn't seem to be reaching out to anyone else. Certainly, he doesn't seem to be looking to make friends with Tony Stark.

So, if Bucky isn't starting it and Tony isn't starting it...

Kind of leaves the ship dead in the water.

Of course, shippers don't care about such things, which is why I really shouldn't comment on ships in the first place.

[choilaura]

"Come through the crucible, stronger than any iron forged"

That was a quote from Robert Downey JR on overcoming his demons, in an interview with 'Variety' magazine. This resonated truly, with me.

It took me ten years to beat my anxiety disorder. Came through it all stronger.

That's me in the Philippines in March, a trip with my fiance and his family. A place my panic disorder told me to avoid. I was so stupid to let it control me. For so long. For so many years.

Until I discovered Spiderman, and 'starker' and Tony Stark in Iron Man 3 having anxiety attacks.

I knew then, it was OK to 'not be ok' as they say, which led me to overcome this disorder. I thought, "well Tony is facing the world with anxiety and panic attacks, surely I can too"

I had five months of RBT therapy, which is similar to CBT, and had to 'expose' myself to the things which scared me shitless.

Intrusive thoughts, what if thoughts, you name it, I had it!

I had a massive adrenaline dump whilst I was there, and I'm sure jetlag didn't help, but after that adrenaline dump, I thought, NO MORE.

I did all the scary things, all whilst being anxious and scared, and I turned out OK!

If anyone is struggling, please know there IS a way out. Face your fears, learn a bit of physcoeducation (hope I spelt that right lol) and I promise, you will come through the crucible too!

Thanks, Tony.

[saunteringvaguelydownwards]

The way you rec fics is delightful ! Do you have more in mind of that *pining with a side of therapy* type of fics (or maybe even heavier on the therapy side lol) ?

Aww, thankee kindly!

🕷️ (Asker's Choice)

SG - Intimate Strangers by @thornedrose44 SuperCorp no powers AU where they're both on a crashing plane and think they're about to die, so they decide to fall in love and be completely honest about their regrets and hopes in these final few minutes. Then oops, they don't actually die, so now what? I literally just rec'd this author in the last post, but "pining with a side of therapy" immediately made me think of a line from this fic that did like +10 psychic damage when I read it because of how personally attacked I was. (If you decide to read this, it's the section right after Sam asks Lena "What's not real?")

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SG - We Deserve Only Good Things by @thornedrose44 Lena and Kara save an alien from a species renowned as diplomats and negotiators, so as a thank you the alien is going to fix their friendship, basically giving them couples therapy. And they do this by having the kid versions of Kara and Lena appear to the other randomly so they can process their shit and see where the other is coming from. You know the line from Buffy where Cordelia yells "OMG what is your childhood trauma?"... this is the answer in fic form.

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SG - let all your damage damage me by @searidings Kara has wicked PTSD from being in the Phantom Zone, and disappears for a few weeks, saying she needs space, eventually letting Lena know she's at the Kent farm in Smallville and asking her to come. There's trauma, there's hurt/comfort, there's pining which leads to using sex as a way to avoid dealing with your issues, which is obviously super healthy and not at all a problem...

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MCU - The "Use Your Words" 'Verse series by SmutLover (tumblr?) Lighter on the pining, heavier on the therapy, very funny but can get pretty serious. It starts off with Tony Stark basically looking at the end of CA:TWS and going 'holy fuck we need professional help' and hiring Sam Wilson to move into the Tower to be the Avenger's shrink. Lots of domestic Avengers Tower stuff, goes pretty hard into how badly the Russians fucked up both Bucky and Natasha, radically reworks Age of Ultron, some really interesting examinations on the ethics and personhood of AI. The pining is between Coulson and Clint, who had a relationship pre-Avengers that Nick Fury fucked with post-Avengers, and also between Steve and Tony, with Steve/Tony/Pepper being the eventual goal. This one is a LOT, like a smidge over 600k words across 6 stories.

[descaladumidera]

“Nobody Asked About My Writing” Meme

I got tagged by the wonderful @amethyst-noir, so you all get unnecessary infos about my current WIPs thrown in your face. And as I am, currently, able to write and share my fics, I shall even do this meme.

Answers below the cut, 'cause this got long.

 1. what are you currently working on?

I have three WIPs right now that I'm actively working on. Which. Is insane. 'Cause usually I have one and then I might throw a one-shot in-between writing chapters. But. Yeah. So, today I've finished the next chapter of like lead in my heart and I'm about to edit it. I've also started the sequel to give it 'til i beg (give me some more), so … I'll hopefully finish that at one point, so my Fratt peers get more juicy dom/sub action. And then I have started to actually write a little something that I've only thrown into a Discord before in the form of a quick idea. It's titled Five Times Frank Fucks Matt From Behind and One Time He Wants to See Matt's Face. Yes. That short. So. Yeah. I'm currently writing the first chapter, but have outlines for all the chapters.

2. summarize your current project

like lead in my heart: NWH rewrite with a twist. Local horned vigilante takes on a more prominent role in Peter's life during the events of NWH and after. give it 'til i beg (give me some more) sequel: Matt tries to avoid Frank after what happened in the first part. He is not very good at that. Five Times: Exactly what it says on the tin. Frank fucks Matt five times from behind and the last time he wants to see his face.

3. summarize your current project poorly

like lead in my heart: Local horned vigilante gets too involved in teenager's life. And then he fucks the teenager's doppelganger. give it 'til i beg (give me some more) sequel: Too embarrassed to function and also too horny to function. Five Times: Too much fucking, not enough talking.

4. describe your favorite character or characters

Matt Murdock: Gets fucked over by life and personal bad choices again and again and again. Needs some hugs and lots of therapy. He also has very interesting alternate versions from other dimensions. Frank Castle: Got fucked over by life royally, meaning his wife and kids died in front of his eyes. Decided the best coping mechanism is killing the scum of the earth. Also needs therapy. I don't recommend hugging him, though.

5. post a line from your current project without any context

like lead in my heart, chapter 8: Peter needed Tony Stark, not Matt Murdock. give it 'til i beg (give me some more) sequel: And then he had jumped out of the window, like the mature adult he was. Five Times: Things like this were never planned.

6. how do you get through writers block?

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

7. would you want to live in the world of your current work?

Abso-fucking-lutely not! The Marvel universe gets attacked approximately every 0.2 seconds by something or someone that can kill me and my loved ones with one thought and I would rather eat chalk.

8. briefly discuss your outlining process, if you outline

I do not outline. Outlining means that my brain goes, "Oh! So we're done with this one, onto the next idea!" and I'll never write it. The only "outlines" I do are when I ramble on about an idea in a Discord or to friends and then decide to flesh it out and write it.

9. what is the aesthetic of your current project?

I. I don't know what that means? I mean, like lead in my heart is kinda action and found family and romance and everything all in one, I guess? The other two are basically PWP, more or less. Maybe there is a bit of plot.

10. what song sums up your current work the best?

like lead in my heart

give it 'til i beg (give me some more) sequel

Five Times Frank Fucks Matt From Behind and One Time He Wants to See Matt's Face

Tagging: @atypical-snowman, @jeromesankaraao3, and @kimmycup. And whoever else wants to do this!

[ruby-slipper-of-iowa]

*slides out of the corner*

hi… I’m back kind of… I figured out that I do still know my password for tumblr and have since figure 🤷🏼‍♀️ eh what the heck may as well post updates to my current fic here as well, so yeah if you like Tony Stark/Harry Potter and getting caught in the rain, I have a fic for you… if I can remember how to add it to a post lol. Discoveries (87535 words) by Ruby_slipper_of_iowa Chapters: 38/? Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Iron Man (Movies) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Harry Potter/Tony Stark Characters: Harry Potter, Andromeda Black Tonks, Tony Stark, Pepper Potts, Happy Hogan, Teddy Lupin, Ron Weasley, George Weasley, Hermione Granger, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Kreacher (Harry Potter) Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Lust, Romance, Harry Potter Raises Teddy Lupin, Cute Teddy Lupin, Pre-Iron Man 1, Pre-Movie: Avengers (2012), I don't know if I'll get to Endgame, But I'm not abiding by it, No beta we die like regulus, Canon deaths still stand, RIP Fred, Tony isn't good with kids, Tony is learning, Title Subject to Change, Mpreg, Smut, Oral Sex, Dom/sub, Bondage, Feathers & Featherplay, Panic Attacks, Ice Play, Phone Sex Summary: A year after the war, on his 19th birthday, Harry receives a special gift for himself, Andy and Teddy to fly to Malibu California for a two week vacation. The past year has been a long hard road of mourning, therapy and physical healing for both himself and Andy, this vacation and opportunity to go out and avoid wizarding tabloids comes at the perfect time. A chance encounter and a simple show of respect for boundaries latter, and Harry's well on his way to a whirlwind summer romance with the only question being, when will it all end?

[multiverseofmiracleshq]

Tasked with finding Ripley and waking her up so that reality could be righted, a select group of heroes and magic users headed to the hospital. What they found there is not what they wanted to find, though, and it seemed like a loss was on the horizon.

PLEASE NOTE: THIS INTERACTS WITH THE PLEASANT HILL FINALE CHATLOG

THIS IS OFFICIAL CHAT LOG COVERAGE OF THE IC

SAM WILSON/CAPTAIN AMERICA (MCU): Traveling on one of Illyana’s discs takes a second to get used to. The group goes from the Town Square to the hospital in the blink of an eye. Sam steps back onto the concrete as he looks up at the looming building. “She’s in the intensive care unit. If I had to guess, this place is swarming with S.H.I.E.L.D. agents.”

TONY STARK/IRONMAN (616): "What about asking them nicely? I'm on a kick now." Though no one could see it, there was a hint of a smirk on his face. "But since I know that ain't gonna work- how much of a mess are we willing to make? Our hour is quickly dwindling."

WAND MAXIMOFF/SCARLET WITCH (616): Her eyes move briefly to her sons. She can sense unrest between the two of them, but now is not the time for a motherly therapy session. “Are we to walk through the front door?”

TONY STAK (616): "Well, that's one way to do it. Can't any of you magic users just.. sense where she is?" He wiggled his fingers to mimic magic. "That way we don't have to go on a high-stakes scavenger hunt."

NICO MINORU/SISTER GRIMM (616): Nico’s been silent up to this point, clutching the Staff of One like a lifeline. “We know where she is.” The duh is implied. “Like Cap said, the intensive care unit. That’s the top floor of the hospital. We go up there, we do the spell, we wake her up. Right?” She looks to Wanda and Billy.

TONY STARK (616): "Sounds simple. Simple has a tendency to become messy, in my experience, but for now I'm choosing to be optimistic." As he spoke he took a few steps back, head tilted up as he glanced at the top floor. "What about teleporting up there? We can deal with whoever we run into once we're inside, avoid all the weird stares and bullets that are probably waiting for us in the lobby."

TOMMY SHEPHERD (616): Tommy raised a quick hand as everyone else spoke, suddenly feeling like chopped liver. "Uh, I can just run through the room and disarm them before we all go. It'll take two secs.”

ILLYANA RASPUTIN (616): “Yes, let Wanda’s rugrat clear the way. I’m not the mutant ferry.”

TOMMY SHEPHERD (616): Tommy didn't ask for anyone's permission before his legs were pushing his momentum forward, opening the door in a split second and making his way down the hall. To everyone else, it was like he wasn't even there as he perused down the hall and swiped everyone's guns one by one, aiming some of them towards security cameras and even completely emptying out some of the chambers. By the time he finished all of the floors and made it back outside to the rest of the group, shouting and gunshots could be heard going off for a few moments before total silence, and he raised a playful brow at everyone.

TONY STARK (616): "Neat trick you've got there, kid." Tony sounded both impressed and amused. He then looked to Sam. "Whatcha say, Cap? Shall we? I'll follow your lead."

WANDA MAXIMOFF (616): “Thank you, dear.” Wanda’s hand briefly touches Tommy’s shoulder. In retrospect, she could have cast a spell, but it’s good for everyone to feel included. With that being said, the witch pushes into the building and moves with a rustling cape up the stairs.

SAM WILSON (MCU): “Looks like we’re following her lead.” Sam nods his chin at Wanda as she breezes through the door. He follows with the shield hooked to his back. “Say we get to Ripley, what then? You spell casters cast your spell? Wake Sleeping Beauty?”

NICO MINORU (616): “I wouldn’t call her Sleeping Beauty,” Nico mumbles.

BILLY KAPLAN/WICCAN (616): "It's not that simple," Billy supplies, "we're dealing with an Infinity Stone."

SAM WILSON (MCU): Sam’s Wanda is an expert on the Infinity Stones, but he’s not sure about this Wanda. She definitely seems more witchy, to say the least. “I’m trusting the people with magic here.” He pushes open a door as they make it to the top floor. “Room 8-1.”

TONY STARK (616): "If any part of this plan involves kissing her, I want no part of it." Tony followed the group, still latched onto the Sleeping Beauty reference and trying to ignore his own anxiety by joking around. Classic Tony Things. "Trusting the process sounds easy until you get to the important stuff. We're all trusting the people with magic. But if that spell doesn't work, do we have a Plan B?"

BILLY KAPLAN (616): "Yeah, apparently Krakoa is going to mass execute everyone." Billy remarks bitterly.

SAM WILSON (MCU): “I don’t think I can kiss her, either.” Carol probably wouldn’t like that.

NICO MINORU (616): Nico’s too devoted to Karolina to even consider it.

TONY STARK (616): "Plan C then?" Tony deactivated his helmet, and it dissolved away to reveal his face. "What happens if we separate her from the Infinity Stone? Can we even do that?"

WANDA MAXIMOFF (616): “No one needs to kiss anyone.” Magic pushes the proper door aside. In the room, a hospital monitor beeps steadily. A slight blonde form is hooked into a bed with restraints around her thin wrists and ankles, various cords and wires extending from her. Wanda looks on in pity before turning to Billy and Nico. "More like Plan D. Separating Ripley from the Stone may kill her. She died once at Carol’s hand. How the Stone got into her is a mystery. Even if she’s a criminal, we don’t want to cause bodily harm. Instead, we turn to magic.” She turns to Billy and Nico. “Do you know what to do?”

TOMMY SHEPHERD (616): "Not everyone." Tommy muttered under his breath before his mother began to speak, and he turned his attention back to Billy and Nico.

BILLY KAPLAN (616): Billy didn't bother humoring his mother with an answer. It wasn't her fault -- he could just feel the prickly sensation of his impending anxiety, the roll of skittering underneath his skin that makes him want to peel off his suit and itch at it. Instead, Billy extends a hand and mutters under his breath --- blue aura emerges around where the stone sits. Simple stabilization, except nothing about this was simple.

NICO MINORU (616): Magic is both complicated for Nico and easy at the same time. She has to come up with a new spell, but the staff glows white as magic emanates from it. Along with Billy, she helps to stabilize the Stone.

TONY STARK (616): "Alright. Sleeping Beauty's had enough rest." He lifted a hand, and the nanotech shifted part of his suit into a needle. "Let's get this party started." And with that, Tony injected Ripley with enough epinephrin to wake her up.

RIPLEY RYAN/STAR (616): For a second, she thinks she’s having a heart attack. After months of black, everything is suddenly rushing at her at a breakneck speed. Ripley gasps as she sits upright, the various wires tugging from the motion. “Jesus fucking Christ.” Her voice is barely more than a croak. The Stone begins to throb red.

TONY STARK (616): "Whoa, whoa— alright there. Let's breathe." The needle reabsorbed back into his suit, and now he was holding out his hands to try and calm Ripley after she shot upright. He glanced to the magic users for a moment to make sure they were paying attention. "You've gotta be feelin' pretty shitty right now, I'm sure. If I were you, I would be thinking about submitting to win the title of Longest, Crappiest Nap Ever. But just do us a favor and take it slow. We're not here to hurt you."

RIPLEY RYAN (616): Somebody has hurt her, but she doesn’t know who. “What the actual fuck?” There seems to be magic from two unfamiliar faces channeling towards her Stone. She instantly feels territorial. Ripley begins the process of untangling herself in a hurry. “No, no. You all need to stay the hell away from me. All of you.”

WANDA MAXIMOFF (616): “Ripley,” Wanda’s voice is patient. “We are running out of time.” There’s what? Five minutes left? “You need to use the Stone to right the wrongs of others. It is not fair, and I’m sorry.”

RIPLEY RYAN (616): “No.” She climbs to shaky feet. Ripley has to cling to the side of the bed to support herself. Already, she can feel the Stone recharging her batteries. “Nuh-uh. No fucking way. You got yourself into a bad situation? Get yourself out.” With that, her eyes glow red as she issues a command: OUT. In a flash of red, Ripley Ryan is gone.

BILLY KAPLAN (616): The glow dissipates and Billy slowly lowers his palm. "I'm sorry, what?"

NICO MINORU (616): “Did that bitch really just peace?” The light from the Staff fades out.

TONY STARK (616): For a moment Tony sat frozen, mouth agape. Then he threw his arms up in defeat. "Alright, I was joking around before but we need a Plan B. Right now." He turned to the rest of the team. "We're it, guys. Time's almost out. What do we do?"

WANDA MAXIMOFF (MCU): “Time is out.” Wanda’s face falls. “We’re too late.”

TONY STARK (616): "What? So we just.. lost? That's it?"

WANDA MAXIMOFF (616): She swallows thickly, eyes on the ground while her head shakes. “We need to get to the town square, to tell them -- they need to know.” Know it’s all been for naught.

ILLYANA RASPUTIN (616): She says nothing. Instead, Illyana just opens a portal and takes them there.

BILLY KAPLAN (616): "Time isn't out." He shifts towards Wanda. The clock is incredibly close, he can feel it closing in around him. "And there is another way." he doesn't flat out say it -- they both know better than most what altering reality could do, how their magic, applied by human hands, could be so finicky. The stone was safer, it was a concentrated force with a goal. Billy couldn't do it on his own -- he wasn't sure if Wanda would even agree.

WANDA MAXIMOFF (616): “Billy...” Her voice trails off. Wanda knows. Of course she knows. That doesn’t mean she likes it. “It is more than a risk. If we get it wrong, we can make things more than worse.” She looks around the now brightly lit town square. “Are you ready to run that risk?”

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[my-mind-is-a-weapon]

Iron Man's first origin story villain was his father and he was the root of Tony's childhood trauma. Endgame was not a redemption arc for Howard Stark. Howard Stark can choke on a dick and die. Thank you for your time.

[nifolution]

Baby Blues 4

Warnings: Angst, smut, fluff, infertility, heartbreak, cheating, manipulation, noncon/dubcon, harassment, pregnancy, argument, therapy, making up

A/N: This is a revised copy of my oc fic. It is written in 3rd person. 18+ only due to smut and noncon/dubcon situations. No stealing, no reposts, no translations, no feeding to AIs. Comments, reblogs and likes are always welcome and appreciated.

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Chapter 4

It had been nearly two weeks of isolation. Denied the chance to defend himself, Bucky had been suspended from missions until further notice. Told ‘his whore’ was fired and he'd been lucky they didn't dismiss him as well. Warned to stay away from Y/N or he would be. He didn't understand what was happening. Everything was spiraling and he was helpless to stop it. He had to watch the most important person in his life walk out of it, her eyes filled with such sorrow and hatred. Even during their worst fights she’d never looked at him like that.

Seeing her close their front door, knowing she wasn't coming back, was the worst pain he'd ever felt. Bucky’s heart ached being in their house without her. If it weren't for how empty it felt, he could almost pretend she was only at the lab. The fantasy of her returning after a tiring day and cuddling up with him, a sweet agony. Having no other distraction, Bucky spent every waking hour replaying what happened in his mind, trying to make sense of it. Why she left him, it wasn't real. It couldn't be. They were being manipulated. He should have begged harder, held on tighter, until Y/N agreed to sit with him and figure it out. It wasn't what she said it was, he knows he was faithful to her. He tried countless times to reach out to her that first week, but she wouldn't answer. Every call ignored, every message unread, until she eventually blocked his number.

All his friends turned their backs on him. No one would listen, nobody believed him. Even Steve refused to speak to him. Avoided him for days, then volunteered for an extended mission on the other side of the globe. Bruce wouldn’t spare him a glance. Sam cursed him out and punched him. Natasha shot him. Not fatally, but the message was clear. He was truly alone.

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With nowhere else to turn, Bucky went to the only person who may be able to help. He knew Stark hated him, he had valid reasons to, but the tech genius was his last resort and Y/N trusted him. As Bucky walked up the steps of Tony's cabin, the ducks in the lake loudly and collectively flew off. Even the dumb birds knew this was a bad idea.

A furious Tony stormed out before Bucky could knock, Ironman gauntlet ready to blast. “Explain yourself,” he demanded. Seeing the other man freeze, he continued. “Why are you here? And if I don’t like your answer, you're definitely not going to like my response.” He readied his armor to fire.

“I...I need your help,” Bucky stammered.

Tony’s eyebrows shot up, “My help?”

Bucky licked his lips nervously, “Y/N won't talk to me. She moved out. She won’t answer my calls. I don't know what to do.”

“Oh, is that all?” Tony sucked his teeth, lowering his armored hand. “That's simple really. Your wife’s divorcing you, and I'm happily paying for it.” He smiled mockingly at the former soldier.

“Divorce?!” Bucky was taken aback by the thought of it.

“You bet. You can't be surprised after what you did. And those little home movies your slut sent Y/N were more than enough for her lawyer to fast track the paperwork. Prepare to have your ass handed to ya, Barnes.”

Bucky only sniffed and lowered his head, trying his best to hold it together. He didn’t know it had gone that far yet. His wife was slipping through his fingers faster than he could fathom.

Tony wanted to strangle him, the bastard had no right to cry. “You know you are a piece of work. I may have been a womanizer in my past, but I never stooped so low as to cheat. You're a fucking coward and you never deserved her.”

“I know.”

The reply only enraged Tony further, “I hope you are hurting, I truly do. I pray you know what you lost and it tears you up inside everyday for the rest of your life…. And you better believe I will do everything in my power to see that Y/N gets over you. The sooner the better. Now get the hell off my porch.”

“Please. I know you hate me, everyone hates me right now, but please hear me out. I can't explain the videos or what Y/N says she saw…” Bucky grimaced, unable to continue that train of thought. “I need answers. I don’t understand what is happening. I know I didn't do it. I would never hurt my wife. And if I can convince you then maybe she'll believe me too… Please help me.”

Tony mulled it over. “Fine, I’ll help, but only to prove you're a cheating scumbag. I’ll give you the chance to prove your innocence, but when you fail, you’ll be thrown out like your side piece was.”

Bucky nodded as Stark passed by. He started to follow him, before he was halted.

“I'm not driving with you. Meet me at the lab.” Tony got into his own vehicle. Placing a call to Natasha and Banner for backup.

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Bruce yawned walking into the lab. It was too early for whatever it was Tony planned. His large frame ambled along the silent machines, until he happened upon the people he sought. Tony and Natasha were standing and chatting. And there was Bucky, silently sitting at a workbench. He looked like he hadn’t slept for days. “What is this about, Tony?”

“Ah, Bruce. Fashionably late, but you haven't missed the good stuff. The Manchurian candidate over here is claiming noninvolvement in breaking Y/N’s heart, and I wish to expose his lies. You two,” Tony pointed to Natasha and Bruce, “are my witnesses in case anything goes awry.”

It did not surprise anyone that Tony had his own high-tech lie detector hooked up to FRIDAY. The AI was programmed to monitor eye and face movement, voice changes, body language and pulse to detect falsehoods. No need to stick to simple yes or no questions.

The sensor was placed in front of Bucky. The laser lights illuminating his face. FRIDAY indicated the base scan was finished and they were ready to begin. Tony folded his arms, “Alright, Barnes, convince me.”

Natasha was the first to speak up, “Let's start. What is...”

Tony cut her off, “When did you decide fucking recruits was more important than your wife?”

“Jesus, Tony,” Bruce winced at the blurted out question.

Bucky’s voice was firm, “I am not fucking any recruits.”

“Just the one then?”

“No, I haven't been with anyone except Y/N.” Bucky was already getting frustrated. He knew Tony wasn’t going to make this easy for him. He hoped he didn’t make a mistake by asking for his help.

Natasha was also getting aggravated with the billionaire's antics. She wanted answers, not bickering. “Shouldn’t you start with basic questions, like verifying his name?”

“Fine, fine. Are you Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes?”

“Yes.”

“Are you married to Y/N Marie Barnes, formally and soon again, Y/N y/l/n?”

Bucky hated the question, but responded, “Yes.”

Tony pursed his lips, preparing his next query. “So Barnes, how much of a piece of shit are you to think you can treat Y/N like garbage?”

“This is going to take awhile,” Natasha groaned.

After an hour of Tony rephrasing the same questions over and over, some being way too personal, the AI determined that Bucky passed. No lies detected. After the test, Bucky tucked himself in the corner on the other side of the lab, away from the group. The interrogation distressed him more than he cared to admit.

Tony did not accept the results. “So he knows how to trick my machine.” He turned to Natasha, “You guys were trained for this sort of thing. He’s just a world class liar, right?”

Natasha’s eyebrows pinched together. She trusted FRIDAY’s output, but she saw the videos. How did he pass? She began to have doubts.

Bruce spoke up instead. “I found something interesting. Or rather, I didn’t find anything, but that’s what’s interesting. I was checking footage from the quinjet during your questioning. There was nothing.”

“The files were erased?” Natasha asked.

“No it’s all there, but there's nothing to see. Bucky didn’t touch Tanya once the whole trip. You are alone with your lover for hours, wouldn't there be some display of affection?”

Tony dismissed the finding, “So they saved the pda for the safehouse.”

“I reviewed those files as well. Still nothing.” Bruce removed his glasses, pinching the bridge of his nose. “They were away for an entire week together, but as far as I can tell they slept in separate rooms and never once touched beyond the occasional passing of equipment or food. It doesn't make sense, does it.”

Tony's interest peaked. “Okay, I admit that's weird.” After a minute of thought, he clapped his hands together. “Alright, seeing as Barnes put himself in time out, the rest of us will keep digging. I’ll start by checking the security tapes for evidence of tampering.”

Chapter 5