#also tony with all his dead and brain dead and ai and no ai and reboots and than the parent stuff with him

[izzysarchivedblogs]

He didn't expect anything from anyone, but if Tony seemed insistent on finger spellings than he'd at least show him something. Clint shrugs, waving his hand in a dismissive manner as Tony says that he'll learn some more for next time. ❝ It's no bother, now you know something. ❞

We see each other. Oh, was he not going to let it be however many months it was since they had seen each other before this?

And he course corrected again, could be handy in the field. ❝ Sure, it could be or at parties. ❞ Not that he can remember the last time there's been a big superhero gathering, social party, nor can he recall last time he's attended them. He knows the X-man had that one thing, but the point stands. Clint hasn't gone, and he can't recall the late Avengers celebratory gathering.

And then just sitting in here alone?

Clint's not going to answer that part. They needed to go back to normal, and normal was what they had been doing before last night. ❝ I'll work out, push my limit, than see where the rest of the day carries me. Walk Lucky too. ❞ Do stuff. Find something to do. Sit in here alone.

The harder question to answer was the one that broached the topic about the Avengers. ❝ I did my time with the new West Coasters. ❞ Until he wasn't part of them anymore either, until that was finished. At least for him. He felt like the odd one out, the butt of the joke. Why he'd think avenging around with the next generation was a smart idea? Oh, Kate, that's right.

It's not entirely an answer. He doesn't know and he really doesn't want to get into it. ❝ I'll be back when I'm back. ❞ He will be back, but he wasn't sure himself.

Tony watches closely taking in the words and following along. It wasn't much, but it was a start. He wondered if there were a lot of different grammar rules. That would the the harder part to learn.

"Shit, how did I not even notice you put them in," he said shaking his head. "Thanks for the lesson. I'll have to learn some more for next time." That didn't come out right. "We see each other." Nope. Try again. "Could be handy in the field." Nailed it.

He raised an eyebrow at Clint. "Working out all day long? Or are you going to be working out and then just sitting in here alone?" he said. "How long is this holiday for Clint? You know you could come back to the team if you wanted to."

As far as Tony was concerned it was always the more the merrier of the team. They always made this big deal who was officially on the docket but it wasn't like they would chase someone off if they came to help. And now he'd spent so much time here, he was a little worried about him. Or maybe he was just looking for an excuse to make sure they saw each other sooner rather than later.

[oluka]

Tony and transhumanism

Tony Stark mentions in Captain Marvel: Dark Tempest (2023) #3.

Setting aside the “even HE knows what hands-off means”, it's interesting to me that when faced with a humanoid-machine blend, Carol's mind goes to Tony. She says that Tony was the original transhuman, and well, he maybe wasn't the first in the marvel universe, but he got his first synthetic heart in Iron Man #19 (back in 1969!), and transhumanism has been a part of his story arc for a long time. Some examples on the top of my mind (I know there are more, this is not an exhaustive list):

-When Tony had an implant in his mind to remotely control the armour while he was paralyzed in volume 1.

-His fight with the sentient armour in volume 3, and the end of it, when it gave him its heart (Iron Man vol.3 #30). And fully replaced Tony's heart with its own "mechanical bio-physiology". An artificial heart that was still implanting itself into Tony and fixing his broken ribs in issue 31 (body horror much??).

-Extremis, of course, which to me is the height of Tony's path to transhumanism. It's one of the two logical conclusions to his search to always perfect Iron Man and himself. Either make his body machine, or forgo the body entirely (looking at the three different Tony Stark AIs Tony has made). Extremis is especially good to me because of how he made himself the perfect blend of man and machine. Tony had until then always had recurring problems with his heart and other physical disabilities, and with Extremis he was finally past that "flaw". He was stronger, could heal, but more importantly, his mind was faster and better. I think he never came closer to erasing the line between Tony Stark and Iron Man than he did then. There was so much potential for this story beat, but Civil War and Dark Reign kind of ruined it. I really wish we could have had Extremis for longer, and really explore the classic "what makes one human" "man vs machine" and other transhumanist questions with Tony. Oh well. As an aside, it's interesting to me that Superior Iron Man decided to bring Extremis back. Clearly to him that was the next step of evolution, or in his words, what made him a god. If we push the analysis further, does this mean that regular Tony has developed an aversion to Extremis and what it entails? Maybe some left-over trauma from the Civil War and brain deletion?

-The repulsor node in Tony's chest after he was brought back. That controlled his brain. And also the bleeding edge armour that Tony casually put into his bone marrow. You know. Like one does.

-The fact that Tony apparently was experimenting on his biology and body and that that was the only reason Carol didn't kill him at the end of Civil War II. And then the fact that he managed to bring himself back to life and synthetize a new body.

-The Tony Stark AI that ran around during Secret Empire. Who made himself drunk, and also remembered Civil War somehow, and had all of Tony's character traits and regrets (see Secret Empire (2017) #6). I know it's probably an error on the writer's part, but I choose to believe that somehow this artificial version of Tony really remembers the Civil War. On top of AI Tony acting and thinking like the flesh and blood one, everyone around him really treated him like the "real" Tony. Hydra Steve even said that Tony downloaded his consciousness into the AI. Making it essentially Tony. I don't know where I'm going with this but I have Feelings about AI Tony.

-The whole mess of Tony Stark: Iron Man and Iron Man 2020 where Tony was wondering if he was just a soulless copy of the original dead Tony Stark (Which, weird that he now starts to worry about this after all his deaths and comas and whatnots), decided he was just an AI in an artificial body, and then with the help of his friends remade his body. Again. Also, he spoke with AI Tony for like five minutes and then AI Tony sacrificed himself. I am still mad about that.

Transhumanism is one of the most important beats in Tony's character, right alongside his quest to make the future better and his alcoholism. It's a facinating subject that I will never get enough of, especially not in relation to Tony, who for a very long time has dealt with physical disability, and whose mind and genius is maybe the one thing he can rely on and one of the rare things about himself that he is proud of.

Right now, Tony's just a regular man in a can again, but I really hope that we'll see more of his journey into transhumanism, because to me it's an essential part of his character. And done well, it's an excellent source for angst, too.

[victorcreedirl]

(Get info dumped)

So it's a au for iron man armored adventures where after stuff happens and Tony dies. But before that he'd fond a way to put his subconscious (his brain basically) into a ai just in case (totally not because he was bored) and he programmed it to go to the closest technology and that just so happened to be genes glasses (that were made with tec to block out light) and there is a sweet moment between the two of the before everything goes black for gene and then he wakes up and is told that Tonyis dead by Howard (Tony's dad) and gene is destroyed. Gene locks himself in Tony's room out of grief and regret and when he finally puts on his glasses after a week of not having them on they feel very different (parts of the iron man armor where also programmed to become apart of the tec that ai Tony (or tea as Tony says don't ask why) whent into) and then he hears what sounds like Tony's voice telling him to open is eyes and when he does all he sees is Tony in front of him (tea can use holograms to make a hologram of himself) and gene is shocked and then tea explains everything (only Howard and gene acutely call him Tony) and gene crys again.

This au has no name so I'd love to see what you guys think i should call it

[primaviva]

Your writing is terrible. Seriously embarrassingly awful to the Marvel community. You’re overrated and overhyped. We ALL know you use AI. Stop hiding it.

don’t be shy babe just take the anon off and speak with ya full chest cus this is EMBARRASSINGGGG💀💀💀

if my writing is terrible? guess what babygirl, YOU READING ITTT and you all up in my inbox so thanks for the boost here’s sum kisses 💋💋💋 if you don’t like my writing style then it ain’t for you…simple as that just click off but ig i got you immersed

also am i writing bad or secretly using ai bro make up ur mind cus you even confused about ur own mess

i don’t know who you tryna be and who named you the president of marvel writers but you sound mad goofy bro like reread this for me. im not overrated nor am i overhyped but imma take that as a compliment since you view me so highly. i write for gwen and she’s not a popular character and i don’t try to write for other “popular” characters because i like gwen and write for her FOR FUN and because i love my lil gwen defender community. i only have 10k followed because i made multiple spider gwen comic posts talking about m.o.d.a.a.k. and other stuff related to her comics which blew up crazy and got me attention and boosted my account to other gwen stans. don’t know who ya group of sidekicks are acting like you forming a secret takedown cus i hate to be the first to tell you that you are not tony stark and you definitely not starting the avengers initiative 🥲 if you think my writing is bad fine i literally never crowned myself no literary god but to say im using ai is so funny and something tells me you the same one from before and saw everyone clowning you for coming at me crazy so you tryna get a lick back…. and imma always be respectful but if you start coming at me crazy that’s how we gonna be.

not only do i post multiple teasers for my writing but i literally posted me undoing my writing history just to giggle at y’all who think this. if you think ai is producing over 5k fics with multiple grammar errors and random uppercases then i dead don’t know what to tell you. im sorry but atp you a joke and im waiting for the punchline cus you fr acting like im a nefarious villain or sum and i got some deep dark occult secrets likee😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

don’t know if you jealous, don’t know who you are, don’t know who you think i am, but i do know you dumb as hell

im soo sowwy for offending the marvel community tho 🥹🥺😖 gwuys pweese forgive meeuh :( lookin ahh i can’t

i already spoke on this in a more tame way and not only did i already show proof that i did not even need to prove to no one because literally nobody believed this (esp my ogs who was there for my fics before i downloaded doc extensions that lowercased everything after you pressed select all….let’s not discuss) but ai got y’all brains warped cus you can’t even tell the difference between shi if it was right in front of you.

ANYWAYS miles fic i finally started working on it took me a while cus i still don’t have his personality fleshed out in my mind it’s gonna be a short one tho

[itismarvelicious]

Dreamt of a new Spider-Man movie.

In which Peter discovers Tony Stark is alive. Who leads him to the new Avengers facility, where Peter discovers all the superheroes gather now, and there are so many, coming and going from missions constantly, a bit like in the TVA or like the spider-verse headquarters in Across the Spider-Verse, but it’s a tower like the former Avengers tower.

Peter is thrilled, he feels like he gets to belong somewhere at last again, after spending so long alone on his own after No Way Home. He feels like he gets to be part of a family again.

But he discovers something isn’t quite like it. Tony, who’s been questioning him randomly about his life before, starts to pressure him into answering those questions, I don’t remember what it was about but something like, “you sure you don’t have it?”

Peter stays there a few days and then one night decides to investigate all the peculiarities, follows Tony to another building where the headquarters are based, and finds out that he’s a robot.

He’s shocked at first, but then is like, “of course, Tony’s dead. He brought himself back as an AI.”

Then he gets spotted by Tony and there’s something in his look that urges Peter to run, and Tony starts to track him down, then all the other superheroes turn on him and track him down too and he finds out on the way that all of them are robots too. He also meets several Tony Starks as he tries to escape, all coming at him. They even track him down underwater, where it’s hard to outdistance them as the robots can easily get underwater.

Then outside of the headquarters somehow he finds out he’s in the future (or another universe?) where all the superheroes have disappeared and have been rebuilt as robots.

I don’t know more about the plot but I went through Peter’s emotions, the joy of finding Tony alive, of finding he can be part of something again, of finding out that the Avengers aren’t split forever, to wariness and suspicion, to shock and fear, and I felt like I was watching this as a movie.

I guess my brain made a mix of Across the Spider-verse and the MCU, with the Spider-Man from the movies.

[nonbinary-beast]

Had a thought about KARR in the crossover, mainly what his specifications are for his new body.

Under a cut since it got a little long.

KARR is similar to AMaton in that they have a lot of the same basic features; x-ray, infrared and thermal imaging, advanced hearing, touch, taste, and capable of incredible feats of strength. The only thing is that KARR is not just going off of what he thinks a godly body should be- he knows how godly his body used to be.

Among machines and men, he was as close to a miracle as one could get. He certainly was not kidding when he dropped the line about being the Genie to John Stanton's Aladin, in more ways than one.

KARR is much faster than AM, integrating his previous top speed of 300 miles per hour into his new body. Given how his previous body was durable enough to withstand a rear-axle load of 28.5 tons, and had a frame tolerance of 111.5 tons, its easy to say he is on par with AM's strength after creating his new body.

Essentially, if AMaton could flip a medium sized dump truck like a cardboard box, KARR is easily keeping pace.

While KARR could not make a replica of the tri-helical plasteel 1000 MBS that coated his previous form, the alien tech AM lent him did a good job of making something very similar, if not a little better. He could definitely break through heavily reinforced concrete, and perhaps recreate that stunt he pulled while working with Tony and The Rev where he broke into a bank vault by smashing straight through the back wall. Explosions from conventional weaponry are not a problem either- not that he needs to worry.

However there are also quite a few other things KARR can do that AMaton cannot.

For instance, he managed to sneak his weaponry into his new body. He is equipped with a powerful laser, located within his eyes. He is equipped with jamming technology that consists of components that can generate a powerful electromagnetic field to disrupt electronic activity or completely deactivate electronics entirely, and allow him to remotely operate electronic and mechanical equipment. Although every phone on earth is dead now, and AM is the only other computer on the planet, he retains quite a few tracing, tracking, tapping, and monitoring functions- mainly out of his own personal comfort and possibly as a secret leg up on the other AI. He is also capable of emitting a heavy smoke screen and has a flamethrower built into his body (it probably jets from his mouth).

He also managed to integrate a workaround for his microscanners. Where previously he had an array of tiny visual and audio sensors lining his body, he now has many "eyes" lining his heavily armored body. They all integrate their individual images into one complete visual within his brain- removing virtually any blind spot he could have.

How exactly he slipped these under AM's nose was likely with clever wording of his end of the agreement that allowed him to have a body in the first place, and masking a few points of data regarding KARR's intended design. AM likely is more used to the blunt, brute force interactions he had with the other two AMs he had destroyed, dealing with an AI that is very good at manipulating others is likely something new for him, and might result in a few things flying under his radar.

This may especially be the case since KARR is not listed under any database for military/official equipment or vehicles. He is the result of an old rich man's passion project, and any information on himself outside of his history and processing specifications is kept under lock and key- AM was too focused on this new AI to think about the body he was in anyway to put much effort into getting more information on it.

There is also another secret thing he implemented into his body. The torso is capable of sprouting tendrils from certain points under his armored shell. They mainly act as extra hands and adaptable interfacing ports/plugs. These are probably the most alien looking and acting bits of equipment on his person, since they can shift their interfacing tips to whatever he needs.

Unlike AMaton he did not install genitals into himself. He did not see a reason to have them and tends to view reproduction as a very human thing- which of course means it is inferior.

[darke15]

Hellooooooo Rhymieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee 😌 @rhymingtree

I'm so ready for the pain this is about to bring me.

Shhhhhhh you’ll be just finnneeeeeeeeee

I love the little glimpses we have into this psychopath's brain. It's a refresher because most of the time we're looking at ghost's, which is also a psychopath brain but with less evil more trauma

Ghost is at least tryna be good but she has a hard time fighting back bloodlust. Ollie has lost the fight and is tryna feign control of his nature. 

He could do it. The Lieutenant was in a giant metal box dangling hundreds of feet in the air. He could do it. Right then and there. He could get rid of the one thing that had been plaguing him from the very beginning of this mission.

Kinda sucks for you that you didn't, huh, Ollie?

He has regrets

Sometimes I'm convinced Ollie can suck his own dick. This is one of those times.

Pffffffffttttt 😂😂😂

He's typing random shit on the keyboard and Weston's too much of a grandpa to realize. 🙃

I can see it in my head, just ollie slamming his hands against the keyboard and Weston doesn’t even notice 

Even if he was ordered to keep her alive, he wasn’t going to make it easy for her. And, hey, if she ended up dead in the process… It wasn’t his fault.

Siraulo ang gago 😭

He is indeed

Y'know I'm realizing Karen the AI never made another appearance after Homecoming

Wait fr fr? Maybe Tony confiscated her after homecoming. 

Now his head hurt like heck and he was stuck in a truck that had nearly been heisted.

heck 😭😭

Peter, you can curse it's okay no one will hear you

No hims only a baby 

Ghost has been limping about for 13 hours!?

She’s trying her best 

Ghost's travel tip number god-only-knows-what-number: if you're going to travel, do it when you're knocking on death's door for optimized traveling experience 😀😀

😭😭😭

She's wearing Danny's ring 🙃 SHE'S WEARING DANNY'S RING 😭😭😭😭😭

yessssssssssssss

DARKE

I-

I'M GONNA KILL YOU

Do it. You won’t.

“I want to spend the rest of my life with you. From this breath, to my last…” 

I SWEAR I'M GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU

TRY IT RHYMIE

YOU CAN'T KEEP GETTING AWAY WITH THIS

Yes i can 😌

Perhaps a part of you was hoping that if you touched it, just right, he’d appear by your side again.

But he didn’t.

LOCK YOUR FUCKING DOOR I'M COMING FOR YA

Bring it on short stuff 

Not only physical pain that radiated down your back from where the brace had lodged itself but the mental pain of having been awake for nearly three days and not eaten a bite. Then there was the fear. The paranoia. The anxiety. Perhaps the voices in your head had simply evolved. Shadows followed you down the street, their footsteps only inches behind you.

Ghost's travel tip number who-cares-about-the-numbers-anymore: give in to your inner demons and let them eat away at you until the sweet embrace of death wraps around your already decaying body. they make sightseeing all the more memorable.

Calm down nerd 

The faint scent of amber and citrus and spice. Duke. Another breath and another smell joined in. Blackberries. Boone.

Ghost's travel tip: memorize the scent of your companions so you can identify and track them like a very hungry bloodhound.

I was gonna have more smells in there too. The ramen place zac and raffa like to go to. The burnt matches that Belov lights and then blows out because he gave up smoking years ago but he likes the smell of a struck match. Jesse and ari’s tea collection that they’ve been sneaking into their bags since colombia. 

But i decided to not to. 

“Check it out, Karen,” he said, bringing the thing up to his face so she could see it, “It’s like the other glowy thing we found.

“That glowy thing is an explosive Chitauri energy core.”

I love Karen sending this poor fifteen year old closer and closer to a heart attack with how calmly she delivers scary information

The way her voice is just 😌 and her words are like 😈

Did it matter? Did it matter that she may have never been on their side? Did it matter that she’d sided with the man that had nearly killed him? Maybe it didn’t. Maybe, as long as whatever their relationship had been was real, it didn’t.

Maybe you shouldn't whip heartwrenching passages out willy-nilly like this, DARKE.

Maybe you should kiss my ass rhymie 🤷🏼‍♀️

Swear to fucking god I'm gonna hunt you down and tie your fricking shoes together so you keep tripping over yourself until you tumble off a hill or something

Do it see what happens 

The Shadow had been up all night trying to find him? Who said they weren’t partners?

Bro he was trying to find you because YOU ARE A CHILD HE LEFT UNSUPERVISED AND DISAPPEARED INTO THE NIGHT OF COURSE HE'S TRYING TO FIND YOU

As boone said, this is why we don’t let him babysit. 

The banter between jack and peter is simultaneously hilarious and also panic inducing

It’s been my fave part of the Homecoming arc

“What? Why didn’t you start with that? What do you need?” “I don’t know,” Peter hissed, ducking under an overpass with a wince, “Backup?” “I’m going to remind you that you made me stay in New York.” “You didn’t follow me?” he asked incredulously, hopping onto another truck. “You told me to stay!”

Oh my god... these two are gonna be the deaths of each other…

Don’t say that too many times. 

For the first time in ages, all eyes were on him. On his face. Not on the mask he wore as (F/N)’s little friend or as the second fist of Hydra.

On him.

I have to give it to Ollie, he's an incredibly fascinating guy to explore. There are layers to his evil. Like a rotten redheaded lasagna.

*adds to list of random nicknames my ocs are getting 

omg the fucking tension between steve and ollie

He’s so so so close to just jettisoning him out the tippity top window of the tower 

it's kinda hot yes Steve keep being angry at him

Yessssssssss 😩

HE KNOWS NOW FUCK OH FUCK THIS IS NOT GOOD THIS IS VERY NOT GOOD

😀😀😀

I love how everyone in Aftermath right now looks positively deathly. Like all of them are on varying stages of malnutrition and exhaustion…

Theyre doing their best 

 Oh no... oh no oh no oh no Pete's in the same room as HIM

Heheheheeee 😈

don't tell him about shadow don't tell him about shadow don't tell him about

he fucking told them about shadow fucking fuck fuckety fuck

Jack’sssss in troubbbleeeeeeee

If I could go back in time and tell myself about how much stress this random long bucky x reader fic I found while bored in class was gonna STRESS ME OUT AND CONTINUOUSLY RIP MY HEART OUTTA MY CHEST I WOULD HAVE SCREAMED AT MYSELF (I wouldn't have told myself to stop reading but past rhymie deserved a warning at the very least)

Shhhhhh you like it 

“I’d be mad at him but…” Rogers said after a moment before he scoffed with a small smile as he gazed into the city, “I was just like that at his age too.” “I don’t think you managed to blow up a building at sixteen.” “Would’ve if I could’ve.” 

Did Captain Steven Grant Rogers just say he'd commit domestic terrorism if he could as a child during the Great Depression?

bro

I mean, he would but it's still jarring to hear

That’s why i love him 

How the hell did she manage to travel on her own for more than a whole day in the state she's in…

Not well

Raffa is a saint and we love him

Yesssssss 

“He had them the whole time,” you whispered, playing with his ring again, “He took them from Danny. They were supposed to stay with him.” It’s okay. They’re safe with you.

I'm already a mess, you have to stop

no

 “My point is, when you feel like you're drowning, just know I’mma be here to pull you out. No matter what it takes.”

STOP

I said no 

Have I ever told you how great you are at making character POVs distinct from one another... I'm guessing it can be a bit hard going from stressed-depressed-dead-inside Ghost to undiagnosed ADHD Spidey in text, but you do it so well.

Honestly i was complaining about writing Peter’s arc this chapter but it was def the highlight of the chapter. And boone wound up a bit more serious than she usually is but i’mma chalk that up to her being stressed tf out and wanting to come out of hiding. 

And I can’t wait to get more of villain!ghost in the upcoming chapters because i’’mma need her to do what she does best 

And I love how Steve is reacting to Ollie donig something wrong vs how he reacts to Peter messing up. It's terrific. It's on brand. It's hot. It's also kinda paternal. Those two sentences were never meant to be next to each other but it's Steve.

I wish steve and peter had more screen time together because i think they’d get along v well

Am eepy now. Time to fall asleep to Bluey and hope my eyes aren't puffy and red when I wake up.

Go to sleep 

The threat still stands though. You pull shit like that again and I'm breaking into your window at 3 am like a fucking opossum.

Do it coward

CHAPTER 96: SILENT RUNNING

To all my live reactors,

Please, please, please, hide your reactions under a Read More cut. I don’t want any spoilers floating around. 

&

To all my Anonymous Avengers, 

If you want to react in my asks, feel free. However, I won’t be answering any of them until at least Wednesday if they contain spoilers. 

Thank you,

Darke

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He hadn’t had a nightmare like that in ages. The kind where he couldn’t make out faces or voices. The kind where people became blurred shadows or flickering faces.

Why did his brain choose to remember those when it could be reminding him of what happened in Warsaw? Then again, perhaps he didn’t want to know what happened. The pain on (F/N)’s face was enough to tell him that he’d hurt her. He didn’t need to remember what their fight had looked like…

Then again…

He didn’t remember what any of their fights had looked like. He couldn’t remember her in DC, only the fear on her face in the vault or the determination in her eyes on the Helicarrier. Everything else was terribly blurred. In New Eden, he remembered her anger after he’d nearly killed her.

And Warsaw…He remembered pain.

The actions in between, they were hazy; nearly dreamlike.

It was as though she had been purposefully erased from his mind.

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[perpetuelledaydreaming]

cruel intentions | chapter nineteenth

summary: honestly, fuck it.

warnings: smut (minors dni)

listen to: You get me so high - The Neighbourhood  | Afterglow - Taylor Swift (playlist here)

Please go look at the playlist, I revamped it all so you can read the chapters with the new songs and also maybe give your guesses of what's coming next given the songs?

word count: 3.3 k

series masterlist + read the next chapter early on my ko-fi!!

You didn’t sleep that night either. It had been over a week or so since you’d gotten to sleep more than a couple of hours; the growing pain in your chest didn’t allow you to -a longing and deep ache that you’d only felt once before in your life-, to the point that it was starting to worry you. It was hard to breathe, as usual, inhaling and exhaling attempting to calm yourself down. 

It failed because the only thing you could see was Peter’s pained face. 

It was around five a.m. when you were tired of turning and tossing on your bed all night that you decided to do something about it. You woke up when the sun was just starting to come up, realizing you needed to hurry up you walked silently to your lab still in your oversize pajama and without any shoes. 

The initiation of your lab was kept the same, the same code, the same routine of snapping your fingers and the whole place would light up. You walked around it, still able to see your last notes on the desk with the tools sprawled on the lab, just like you’d left it. Part of you wondered if Tony had left it like this because it hurt too much for him to go back, just like it hurt you. 

You walked to the small platform and stayed still while you looked around, you pressed something on your watch before you finally spoke. 

“HAPPY?” you asked softly. 

“Yes, Mrs. Stark?” The AI answered you, a bit of trepidation in his voice which you found funny. 

“Can you check my vitals?” you asked nervously, feeling cold sweat running down your back. 

“On it, Mrs. Stark,”

The sensors began to trace your body as you stayed still, trying to regulate your breath while your feet tapped furiously on the platform. 

“It’s my heart? Or my brain?” you asked, holding your hands in closed fists so hard that you knew crescent moons would appear on your palms. 

The AI remained silent for other seconds. “No sign of cardiac anomaly or unusual brain activity,” HAPPY answered sternly as you nodded your head furiously. 

“That’s good, so it’s the alcohol? Any side-effects from whatever I had over those days?” you asked while you turned around, pacing around the platform and letting out a sigh while passing a hand through your hair. 

“My diagnosis is that you’ve experienced severe anxiety during the last few days,”

The words made you stop dead in your tracks while you turned around to the screen. There it was, the diagnosis was right there. It was all in your fucking brain, you cursed silently as you walked out of the lab, the sun was already up as you hurried down the hallways back into your room. You closed the door, as best as you could with Peter’s dent on it before going to the bathroom and closing the door quickly. 

Your eyes fell into the mirror in front of you, there were already tears threatening to fall from your eyes while you were panting. 

“Get your shit together,” you growled to yourself, as you tried to wipe the tears away while you glared at you furiously. 

Angry filled your chest as you looked at yourself, wondering where the hell the strong Stark had gone and had left a pathetic whiny girl instead. It wasn’t you, it wasn’t supposed to be you. 

Your vexation was broken though, as you heard some noise coming from the hallway outside of your room. You took a deep breath before opening the door to the bathroom and peeking through the main door. 

There he was. Closing the door softly while he carried some bags in his hands. Peter didn’t want to wake anyone up, instead, he wanted to be as silent as he could. He hadn’t slept that night either, none of the nights since you’d fought for that matter, even less when he’d seen his social media filled with pictures of you in multiple bars. 

He’d gone to the compound since Tony had asked him to, not because he wanted to be away but because you still seemed to be running away from your feelings, from him. Peter had decided that he was done chasing you around three a.m., he wondered if he was a coward for running away from you but he concluded that it was the same that you’d done before to him. 

You couldn’t open up to him, you just couldn’t and it pained Peter too much to stay there. 

Even more when he turned around and saw you, staring at him with a pained expression. He watched you silently for a moment, he watched as you silently walked forward to him but Peter refused, he refused to be dropped a whole new layer of hurt onto him. He began to walk away, wondering if you would let him be, passing right in front of you without a word. 

He doesn’t know for a moment if it would’ve hurt more if you’d talked to him rather than watched him walk away silently.  

You consider it for a moment as well, part of you wants to run back to your room but you linger in the doorway. 

Were you would actually let him leave?

You’re running behind him before you even notice it yourself. In only an oversize shirt and no shoes, you all through the compound until you reached the main door. He’s still there thankfully, packing his bags into a car. 

“Peter,” you said softly as he finished placing the bags in the trunk, he turned around for you, surprise that you’d gone downstairs. “What are you doing?”

Peter huffed. “I’m going home,”

You shook your head. “You were supposed to stay here, you can’t just leave!” you explained to him while you looked back at the compound. 

He looked at you with widened eyes. He wanted to believe that you would say whatever you were feeling for him, he wanted to believe that you would just talk to him so he could do something about it. He waited for it, but after a few seconds, he sighed as he placed the heel of his hand on his eye, already tired as the sun was coming up. 

“But I am,” Peter sighed. You stared at him, he could feel your heartbeat from where it was, it was hammering so hard that Peter got worried for a second, and he frowned. “Tell me the truth, do you want me here?”

Yes, you thought but your mouth didn’t seem to formulate it. 

“I…” 

Peter felt another pang of hurt in his chest. He closed the trunk softly as he gave you one last look before he walked to the passenger's door and closed the door, the car drove away as you were still there, watching him leave. 

He’d given up on you. It hit you like a ton of bricks as you took shallow breaths but instead of tears attempting to fall from your eyes, you could only feel a hot burning rumble running through your chest. 

“Fuck it,” you muttered silently while you walked towards your room again. 

Fuck the wager, fuck trying to avoid your feelings, fuck feeling fucking weak. Fuck everything that had been attempting to hold you down. 

You ignored the curious glances of people, you could only think about one thing and one thing only. When you reached the room, you tore the oversize shirt from your body as you jumped in the shower as quickly as you could. You barely dried your body as you began to dress again while you 

“HAPPY, find the address to Peter Parker’s place,” you grumbled while dressing with the first things you could find. 

“Mrs. Stark, Mr. Stark ordered a complete lockdown of this information, it’s even deleted from the internet.” HAPPY to inform you. 

“Override Karen’s system and give me the address,” you hounded again at the AI as you placed some make-up over to your face.  

“Mrs. Stark I-”

“HAPPY, I’m not going to say it again,” you replied with a deep breath. “Please,” you insisted. 

By the time Peter arrived at his apartment, the sun was already up but there weren’t many people in the streets so early on a Sunday morning, he was just entering his bags to his apartment as he tried to forget how gorgeous but also hurt you looked as he left. 

Peter wonder if he was being a coward by letting you go, he wondered if he should be back at the compound knocking down on your door and simply asking for one more chance with you. He suspected there was something that you weren’t telling him. At least if you reject him then, he wouldn’t be dealing with the guilt of not trying one more time to eat him alive like at that moment. 

Peter groans as he realizes, the only thing he’d wanted to do was to be with you, he messed up by leaving. He knows he shouldn’t have left, his body moves before he notices it himself. 

He walked determinedly towards the door of his apartment but just as he opened it, you were there. 

You hoped that you didn’t look insane, you were practically wearing the first things you’d found in your closet, your hair was damp from the shower that you’d taken and you had barely any make-up on. You were also panting, part of it was just the anxiety of facing Peter but the other was for the fact that you’d flown to Peter’s place and you were hoping that no one in the sky had detected you. 

But it didn't matter to you now, not with how pretty he looked in the golden sunshine that was entering his apartment, not by the way his eyes filled with awe as he took you in. 

“How did you-” he asked, the hint of a smile on his lips before you cut him off. 

You launched forward and pressed your lips against his while you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled yourself tightly against him. 

Peter got the hint quickly as he wrapped his arms around your torso and pulled you tightly against him while he kissed you. He quickly used his web shooters to close the door to his place before he lifted you up and you secured your legs around his waist as he carried you to his room. You moaned loudly as he settled you on the bed. His lips were hot and your breathing was already uneven as his hands roamed your body, he unbuttoned the cardigan that you’d chosen to wear while you tugged his shirt upward, he got the hint as he tore his shirt over his head. Your eyes widened slightly as you stare at him with flushed cheeks, your nails raking down his abs as he looked at how you bit your lip when you reached the edge of his pants. 

Peter stared at you for a second while you simply nodded, giving him all the confirmation he’d ever need it. You began to work with the loops of his belt as both of you kneeled on his bed while he pressed soft kisses on your collarbone. 

You loved how Peter Parker felt about you. You loved how he kissed you softly and passionately, you loved how his fingertips felt on you as he skimmed his fingers along your sides to your breasts, you loved how his eyes felt on you like he was drinking you in like you were more the perfect thing in the world for him. 

You’re thoughts break away as Peter lifted you up easily and moved you delicately onto your back, covering your body with his; as if he was reminding you of his strength. He kisses you deeply, more purposefully than before he rolled his hips against yours, and you moaned loudly as you feel his length against your core, now only the thin layer of your underwear keeping you apart. 

The heat was radiating off from his boy and you couldn’t get enough of him as his kisses became fierce and your breathing remained shallow, you suddenly felt your hands shaking as you cupped his face with your hands while wrapping your legs tighter around his hips. You wanted him so badly, you wanted only to feel him. 

Peter kissed your neck as he moved your jaw with his nose while his hands began to play with your breasts while he rocked his hips against your core, you couldn’t hold back the gasp that escaped your lips as he pressed against yours. Before you realize it, he lowered his head and kissed your chest, he cups around his hand on one, rolling one nipple between his thumb and index finger before taking the other one to his mouth, he attached his lips to your right nipple, slowly starting to suck on it. 

“Peter,” you gasped softly as your fingers tugged onto his curls as peter continued sucking on your nipples.

Peter loved how his name sounded on your lips. He looks up at you through lust-filled eyes, his cheeks tinged pink as his eyes were looking at you bright and shiny, lust-filled but with the same adoration, he usually had for you. You squirmed under his touch as he began to kiss his way down your body, leaving hot opened mouth kisses on your stomach, then on your hipbone until he reached your navel. 

You quickly pushed your hips up and Peter pulled your panties down before settling them in his bed as he kneeled. His eyes raked your body unashamedly and for the first time with any guy you felt the urge of covering yourself, he was looking at you as if you were a precious thing that only he could look at. Peter smiled as he looked at you, breathing heavily, your legs wrapped around his torso, puffy lips flushed chest heaving directly in his vision. 

Peter realized that he would never understand how he was so lucky to have you. He leaned down and pressed his lips softly to yours. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured affectionately. 

You’d never felt your chest pound like that in your entire life as Peter began to lower himself again, grabbing your thighs and putting them on his shoulders as he settle between your legs. He kissed your inner thighs first before he dived in. His tongue, flat on your pussy before he kissed your tongue while he teased your entrance with his fingers, igniting a fire in your body as you moan loudly. 

He continued to administer careful attention to your pussy as you began to move your hips into his face, crying out for him. 

“More,” you whined as you feel Peter’s grip on your ribs get stronger as his tongue wet and warm felt perfect on your clit before it started to work you open. 

You moaned loudly as you watched how his shoulder muscles flexed as he used his strength to keep you in place, preventing you from squirming. You cried out loudly after a certain movement of his tongue and you were sure he was smirking against your pussy. You loved seeing a cocky side of him but you were too high in lust to actually think coherently as Peter brought you to the edge. 

A wave of pleasure washes over you as you tugged on his curls harder causing Peter to grunt, the sound sending vibrations across your pussy, making you fall apart at seams. Peter holds you tight as you arch your back, pushing against his mouth, legs trembling as he helps you ride your orgasms with his mouth. 

“You were so good,” Peter praised as he pushes himself back up and kissed you hard. 

You part your legs for him to settle between as you taste yourself in his mouth, hissing as he pressed his length against yours, all too sensitive for that. Part of you wonders if you came back too fast but your thoughts fly out the window as you push down the waistband of his boxers, wrapping your hand around the base of his length. 

Peter hisses back as he plants his forearm beside your head, his head on the crook of your neck as you work on him softly but Peter quickly stopped you, grabbing your wrist and placing it on the other side of your head. 

“I want to be inside of you,” he whispered and you nodded frantically. 

And then, you were kissing again, a kiss filled with moans and gasps, aggressive and vital as you dug your nails into Peter’s back to bring him closer to you, while Peter quickly settled completely between your legs and guides his cock between your folds, kissing your lips hard as you take him. 

You whimpered, softly, adjusting to him. You could feel him throbbing inside of you and you felt full as you breathed heavily, nearly hyperventilating as your eyes met. He moved slightly and you hissed, clenching around him as you adjusted to his side. 

“Okay?”

“Yeah,”

He leaned down and kissed you as he began to rock his hips into yours and met him halfway, moving your hips to his rhythm as Peter looked at you carefully. He was suddenly struck with your beauty as your eyes met, your rosy cheeks and glossy eyes while you looked at him as if he was the only person on this earth. 

He leaned down and kissed you softly, while you mewled loudly, feeling every inch of himself grinding and stroking against your walls. With a sharp moan, you could feel the pressure inside of your building once more as he snapped his hops a bit harder than before. His tempo increased and you began to feel as if your body was on fire once more. 

Sex was almost always good, but, this was like an out-of-body experience. Being held by Peter’s arms as he hovered over you, his head on your neck as he grunted and moaned, his skin glistening and his abs clenching over and over as he continued to thrust into you, it was everything, everything you could’ve wished for. 

Peter shifted both of you suddenly, he was on his knees as he easily pushed you upwards with him, your legs intertwined with his as you placed your hand on his neck and watched him softly. 

“Fuck,”  Peter grunted, his voice raspy, while you let out a particularly breathy moan into his ear. “You’re so perfect, I never want to lose you,” he admitted before thrusting hard into you. 

“I love, oh,” 

Your head snapped up and your bottom lip wobbled slightly, it was perfect. He thrust up harder, causing you to wine loudly as he picked up his pace even more and you began to match up his thrusts, moving up and down while your breath bounced and your thighs began to shake while you took him so well. The intense, tremendous pressure starts to build up and both of your motions began to become erratic. You kissed him hard, feeling his fingertips on your wrist and on your back, you were so close that you don’t know where he ends and you begin. 

“Yes,” you moaned, throwing your head back again as Peter gripped your hips tighter and plunged harder and deeper inside of you. 

With a low, animalistic growl Peter thrust one more time for you and a strangled noise slipped your lips as you drape your arms around his shoulders, breathing haggard and choked as you begin to tremble, digging your nails into his shoulders as you fall apart. Your body shakes as Peter continues to fuck you through your orgasm. 

He grunted and moaned, chasing his release as he holds your hips down and you whimper as he rutted himself deep into you. The unbelievable way that you clench around him, the heat from deep inside you sucked him in that his muscles contract sharply as he comes, letting out a groan into your neck, his cock twitching as shivers run through both of your bodies.  

“I love you,” you finally whispered. 

You finally slept well that day, with Peter holding you tightly in his bed. 

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author's note: ok fucking finally chapter 19th is here and im so excited for this one. Things are going to go downhill from here lol so welcome to the rollercoaster of the next few chapters! as always thank you so much if you decide to support me on my ko-fi and leaving any comments or a like or a reblog truly makes me the happiest.

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Kill Me Kiss Me

Summary: When Peter takes the hit on Tony Stark, he fully plans to follow through and actually kill the man. He doesn't expect to fall in love, nor does he expect anything that happens after that.

“100 Million, and I want 10 upfront to cover expenses,” Peter said. The man across from him frowned. “50 and 1 upfront,” he growled and Peter scoffed. “Yeah, no. I cased it already for you, and the only way I’m making it look like an accident is if I get close to him, which means going undercover for however long it takes,” Peter replied calmly. “100 million and 10 upfront to make sure I can backstop an identity and pay my expenses while I try to impress the man and gain his trust. Otherwise, find someone else.”

Tags: Hitman AU, hitman peter, iron man tony, Hitman falls in love with his target trope, Assassination attempts, Hurt/Comfort, Mild Angst, Happy Ending,the author likes to make new AIs just for fun so sorry about the acronyms, First Date, Aged-Up Peter Parker, but still age difference lol, just not as large

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Special thanks to @sausageg for the beautiful art. Also special thanks to @the-mad-starker always being my beta.

“100 Million, and I want 10 upfront to cover expenses,” Peter said. The man across from him frowned.

“50 and 1 upfront,” he growled and Peter scoffed.

“Yeah, no. I cased it already for you, and the only way I’m making it look like an accident is if I get close to him, which means going undercover for however long it takes,” Peter replied calmly. “100 million and 10 upfront to make sure I can backstop an identity and pay my expenses while I try to impress the man and gain his trust. Otherwise, find someone else.”

The man stewed at Peter’s words but he wasn’t worried. They had asked him once and he had told them the same thing then. If they were back again, then they had tried someone else and either failed miserably or no one would take the job. This was Iron Man after all and Stark was notoriously paranoid. Getting close would take a lot of time and would only work for Peter because he had the brains to back up his plan.

“Fine, but you better not fail,” the man said angrily. Peter just smiled. Since becoming the Spider, he had a perfect track record. He might have idolized Tony Stark as a kid, but life had beaten any naivety out of him. No one was off limits anymore. 

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It took Peter a month to get hired at SI in the R&D department. There weren’t technically any openings but he had managed to catch Mr. Stark himself at a conference and teased a version of his webs as a personal project. One email detailing the full project along with a few subtle comments about how much he appreciated Mr. Stark looking it over and how he had always dreamed of working at SI, and Peter was in.

Once there, he worked quickly to establish himself among the other researchers. He was quick to offer help when people were stuck and worked longer hours than nearly anyone else. Peter also took advantage of his past research to complete his initial project and then expand it. All to gain the attention of one Tony Stark. After all, how could the man resist meeting SI’s rising star who was creating ideas as fast as the genius himself.

It still took another few months but Peter didn’t mind. He’d always had plenty of ideas, so it was nice to take the ones that would actually help people and let SI run with them. When he first started as the Spider, it had been out of necessity. Every one he cared about was dead and he was enhanced with no protection from the people who wanted to use him. There was no time or resources to put to anything beyond his day to day survival.

After he finally stabilized, he had been busy and needed to avoid unwanted attention. Patenting half a dozen life saving medical devices or construction materials would have made him vulnerable, not to mention the business end of things had never really been his forte. Even now, he knew just enough to get by and that was it. So Peter took advantage of SI’s lawyers and had his profits donated to various charities in honor of his family. He wouldn’t be able to claim anything once he shed this identity anyway, and it just further built his good guy persona.

The day of his meeting, Peter dressed nicely and made sure to arrive early, every inch the eager to please researcher who was awed by his boss.

“Mr. Parker, Boss is waiting for you in his lab instead of the office,” a feminine Irish voice said as Peter entered the elevator. “I will take you there now.”

“Thank you, ma’am,” Peter replied out of habit, though he was a bit surprised. He could only assume the voice belonged to Mr. Stark’s AI, Friday, but rumors had it that she didn’t talk to anyone other than Mr. Stark and a few close associates after the Accords mess had occurred. They had specifically targeted AI’s so Mr. Stark had made his disappear from the public eye, claiming they were turned off and replaced with more simplistic UI assistants.

The voice stayed silent but the elevator rose, taking him far above the public floors. When they opened, lighting on the floor started to glow. Peter blinked, then shrugged to himself and followed the lit pathway, finally coming to a stop in front of a set of doors that were currently frosted over. He looked for an intercom or camera that he could use but there didn’t seem to be any so instead, he stepped up to the doors and knocked lightly on them.

“Excuse me? Mr. Stark?”

The doors slid open, and Peter’s sensitive ears were suddenly blasted with loud music. He quickly covered them and ducked into the lab. Distantly he noted how impressive the soundproofing must be to keep that all locked in but more pressing was finding Stark and hoping the older man would turn the music down.

Luckily, it didn’t take long, and Stark immediately had his AI cut the music when he saw Peter covering his ears.

“Ah, Mr. Parker, not a fan of classic rock?” Stark teased.

“Sorry, sir, sensitive ears so the volume was a bit much,” Peter replied with a grimace.

“Not to worry. Come, sit,” Stark said, gesturing to a stool next to one of the tables.

“Thank you, sir,” Peter replied, eyes darting around briefly before turning back to Stark. “How can I help you, sir?”

“I like to get to know the up and comers,” Stark replied, grabbing his own stool to sit. “Especially ones like you. Gotta say, I’m a bit worried though, kid. You’re pushing yourself really hard.”

“I’m just trying to earn my check,” Peter replied, letting his eyes drop to the floor. “You guys made room for me when the lab was technically full.”

“We always have room for brains like yours, Parker,” Stark said with a laugh. “We just don’t advertise openings unless we’re really desperate. A company like SI headhunts through the colleges and such normally.”

“Still, I’m just really grateful for this opportunity, sir,” Peter said, trying to be sincere without laying it on too thick. It was even true, though not in the way Stark probably assumed. He’d be set for life after this, and his reputation would be legendary. The man that killed Iron Man.

Stark just sighed and then waved his hand over the table, bringing up the specs on Peter’s latest project.

“Tell me more about this.”

Peter dove into the explanation for his latest application of medical webs including the new fine control dispenser he was developing. Stark asked thoughtful questions and made a few suggestions before sending Peter on his way again with a request for an update the following week or if he figured the mechanism out.

As he left, Peter felt lighter than he had in a long time. He hadn’t connected with anyone at an intellectual level in so long, and Stark was so attentive. It left a warm feeling in his chest, but Peter just brushed it off. He had a job to do and he needed to stay focused.

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Time seemed to fly after that, with Peter diving further and further into his research. The first week, he had sent an email to update Stark, only for Friday to hijack the elevator the next time he was on it alone to drop him off at Stark’s lab again. After some teasing, Stark stated very clearly that he expected Peter to report in directly unless he was told otherwise. Peter simply apologized and delivered his report, then spent the rest of the afternoon working alongside Stark on the latest project.

There were a few times that first day where he could have sabotaged something, but with Friday watching, Peter opted to wait. It would be suspicious if something happened the first time they worked together too.

The pattern repeated each week, with Peter spending at least one afternoon in Stark’s personal lab. Again and again, he’d see opportunities to cause an accident, but each time, he hesitated. He told himself it was because of Friday’s all seeing eyes and the risk to his own body, but that excuse started to wear thin very quickly.

A month in, the pattern changed and Stark asked him to spend the afternoon instead. 

“Are you sure, sir?” Peter asked, eyes wide. They had only even met four times and now he was getting access to the man’s lab. Supervised of course but still.

“I don’t do anything I don’t want, Parker,” Stark said with a laugh. “You’ll learn that pretty quickly if you stick around.”

“I do think I’ve heard something like that from the other researchers,” Peter said with a small laugh of his own. “But I try not to believe things I hear without proof.”

“A wise philosophy, Mr. Parker,” Stark said. Then he clapped his hands and gestured to the workshop. “Now, I figured we could have some fun for once and test out your latest project properly.”

“Wait, which one? Because the latest one was the conductive glue and that is nowhere near ready, plus it needs lot of materials,” Peter argued, worried that they were about to cause serious damage among other things.

“Pete, may I call you Pete?” At his nod Stark continued. “Look, I’m a billionaire despite my best efforts, and this is a genuinely good idea. So we’re going to workshop it properly instead of you just tooling around with it in your spare time. And if we blow some stuff up while we do it, well, that’s just part of the fun.”

“If you say so, Mr. Stark,” Peter said, eyeing the man dubiously. Yet underneath the calm exterior, he felt the stirring of excitement like he hadn’t since he had first gained his powers and developed his webbing. The high of experimentation and discovery, of rushing head first without fearing where you’d land. A leap of faith. 

“Come on, kid, lighten up. And call me Tony,” Stark said, practically pushing Peter further into the lab. “Now, let's get to work!”

“Alright alright, let’s go,” Peter said with a light laugh. He could let himself remember this, for just an afternoon. Surely, it would be ok. 

That afternoon was the most fun Peter had experienced in over 5 years. The whole time, Stark stayed close, whether keeping an eye on him or just enjoying his presence, Peter didn’t know but he didn’t care. For a moment, Peter was 15 again and completely enamored with the Tony Stark . But it wasn’t that simple anymore. He was older now, and life had left him jaded. So he stuffed those feelings back down and just let himself enjoy the moment without taking it to heart. 

“Good work today, kid,” Stark said as they wrapped up, and Peter grinned back in response. They had gotten a lot further than he had expected and had only blown a few things up. 

“Thank you, sir.”

“So, tell me if I’m reading this wrong, but that was a really enjoyable afternoon and your brain gets my brain, so what do you say we get to know each other a bit better? I know this great place that’s not too far from here,” Tony asked. Peter considered it for only a second before pushing away the idea. Getting involved with a target like that never ended well. 

“I really appreciate the offer, sir, but I don’t want to get in trouble, with you being my boss and all,” Peter offered as an excuse instead. “I’d love to work in the lab with you more though, if you’re ever free.”

Tony waved him off and didn’t mention it again, but he continued to invite him back to the lab. Every now and again, Peter would catch Tony looking at him with this soft look, like he was honestly amazed by Peter, and he had to look away every time he saw it. Because soon, he’d be making sure those eyes never opened again. 

After 3 months of working side by side with Tony, it all came to a head. Peter was in the lab again, watching as Tony worked on some new project he was excited about. The man had been deep into it when Peter had arrived for their weekly lab time so the younger man had just settled himself on a stool to wait patiently. 

It was going smoothly until it wasn’t, and Peter reacted without thought when his spider sense went off.

“Tony, wait! Don’t!” 

Peter jumped off the stool and had pulled the man back just as the device in front of him fizzled and exploded. His brain caught up with his body as he realized Tony had crossed a few wires somehow, overloading the power core and causing the device to overheat in a spectacular fashion.

“Ah, thanks, Pete,” Tony said with a chuckle. “Probably should remember I’m not 20 anymore so inventing binges don’t end as well.”

“Yeah, maybe let the interns check your work or something,” Peter teased, not hiding the slight waiver in his voice. For once, it was an honest reaction and not just part of his cover. Because he could have acted there, by not acting. It would have been so easy to let that explode in Tony’s face then hide a poison when he ran over to “check” him before calling medical. 

But he didn’t. He didn’t even think about it. The only thought going through his head was to protect. Peter didn’t have time to think on it more as Tony was already up and moving again.

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With shaky hands, he helped Tony clean up the accident area. Rather than keep working, Tony sent him home early after promising to go get some rest himself. 

At home that night, Peter tried to figure out what had happened. Why had he lost his cool and given up his best chance at taking down the man? 

The thought of Tony dead in his arms gave Peter a sick feeling in his gut and pain in his chest. 

“Fuck. I’m so fucked,” Peter laughed harshly. Because of course the one time it really mattered, the one job he absolutely shouldn’t fuck up, he did. His perfect streak was done because he couldn’t do it. 

Somehow, week by week, as Peter had learned more about the eccentric yet kind man, he had slipped in through Peter’s defenses. From his over the top gestures to his overprotective nature, Tony filled a gaping hole that Peter hadn’t even realized he had. His heart skipped a beat when Tony would give him that gentle smile and his stomach would flutter when he caught the man stealing glances. For the first time since he had become the Spider, Peter was actually tempted to just hang up his poisons and webbing. He had backstopped this identity to hold up to scrutiny, so he could just exist again as Peter Parker, for as long as his luck held.

Yet, it was his luck that was holding him back. Bad things happened to the people he cared about. So no matter how much he loved Tony, Peter knew he should keep his distance and get out while he still could. With a heavy heart, Peter set a mental end date, giving himself enough time to wrap up all of his projects and say goodbye. 

On his final lab day, he savored every moment with Tony. At the end of it, he turned to the man shyly.

“So, I ah, I know it’s been awhile since you asked but I was wondering if maybe you’d still want to get dinner? With me, that is,” Peter asked, not daring to look. “Maybe tomorrow? You said you knew a nice little place?”

Tony was quiet for a minute, and Peter’s heart was pounding in his ears. He hadn’t really considered what he’d do if Tony turned him down, the letter with Tony’s name on it waiting at home for him to give. Luckily, he didn’t need a back up plan.

“That’d be great,” Tony said softly, and Peter finally looked up to see the gentle look Tony was giving him. “I’d really like that.”

“That’s ah, great. Yeah great, awesome, just text me the address and time and I’ll meet you there,” Peter managed to get out. Tony gave him a dopey grin and nodded even as Peter tried to make his escape. 

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Returning the advance and letting his employer know that the job was off was easy enough. Peter timed it with the day of his dinner date with Tony, that way he could at least warn the man before disappearing again. It was a bit selfish, to dump the warning on him and run, but Tony would have questions that Peter didn’t want to answer, which was why Peter had written him a letter instead. He’d say goodnight, slip it in Tony’s pocket, then move on to his next identity. And if that identity took offense to the hit put out on a certain eccentric billionaire, that was his business. 

He dressed to impress, settling on dark gray slacks and a rich blue button up that clung to his waist and shoulders while flaring at his wrists. On top of that, he layered a matching charcoal vest that was equally fitted. Lastly, he ran product through his hair, scrunching it and running his fingers through it until his curls had that artfully tousled look. Peter grumbled the whole time, because he hated wasting extra time getting ready, but it was their first and only date, so it was important for once.

Tony was meeting him at the restaurant, so he double checked everything one last time then grabbed an Uber.

Seeing Tony’s face when he walked up to their table made all of it worth it. The man looked like he had been hit with Thor’s hammer.

“Hey, hope you weren’t waiting long,” Peter said as he sat.

“Just my whole life,” Tony replied and Peter snorted.

“Ok, no, that was just terrible. Take it back,” he teased.

“Nope, no returns, exchanges, or refunds in this partnership,” Tony quipped back.

“And here I thought you liked me enough to make exceptions.”

“Rules exist for a reason, Petey-Pie. Can’t just let you break them willy-nilly,” Tony said while shaking a finger at him. Peter just rolled his eyes and grabbed the menu.

“So what’s good here?” Peter asked.

“Eh, all of it is edible but I have favorites,” Tony replied with a grin. Peter glared at him before rolling his eyes again and dropping the menu.

“Fine, you order for us both then.”

“Happily.”

Tony flagged the waiter down, and Peter watched as the man ordered their food rapid fire and then shooed the waiter away.

They immediately fell into their habit of talking shop while they waited for their meal, though for once it was Tony talking about his projects instead of them talking about Peter’s. He had just wrapped up the last one and had intentionally not started anything new. When Tony had asked, Peter had deflected, saying he was just easing off like Tony had wanted. The older man had accepted it and assured Peter that he could just help out with a different project until he was ready.

Dinner came, and Peter was so caught up in Tony’s enthusiasm that he barely tasted any of it. For just this meal, he let himself pretend that he didn’t have to leave and that he could stay at Tony’s side for as long as the man would have him. He tried to memorize the teasing smirks, sharp grins, and untroubled smiles that he was privileged enough to see. In return, he was open with his admiration, not holding back for once as he told Tony how brilliant he was and how much Peter loved working alongside him.

All the while, he ignored the letter in his pocket while wishing it were as easy to ignore all the reasons he had to do this.

Dessert was brought out, and Peter felt his stomach sinking as his time with Tony was ending. He fought to keep it off his face though. These memories should be happy, not tainted with regret.

Peter started to say something when he felt a tingle at the base of his neck, causing him to freeze as his eyes darted around. Tony was giving him an odd look but Peter didn’t care, he just knew he needed to find the danger.

He caught sight of the gun and barely had a second to realize it was pointed at Tony. Without thinking, he threw himself over Tony, knocking them both to the ground but not before he heard the gun go off twice. Pain hit suddenly, and his only thought was that as long as Tony was alright, it was a fair trade.

[snoopdoodle]

Could o requests some tony stark and male reader where the reader was a top worker at SI but then peter came around and now he isnt seen/recognized as much, and tony just walks in on male!reader crying? Hope You can do it, love your writing so far :p

SOBS I LOVE THIS- also I think I tried really hard on this, so :] i hope it was up to your standards, and please tell me if you enjoy !! this was my first Tony request, so I tried really hard :} also I went really angsty for this so-

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Tell Him Later

SECOND PART - Part 2

platonic!Tony Stark x male!reader

pronouns: he/him

summary: life had been hard for you, but your escape is Stark Industries. What happens when your escape turned against you too?

WARNINGS: divorce, blood, panic attacks, scratching at skin

 “No!” You yelled as your project flew off to the other. Tony was cackling while holding his stomach. “O-Oh my go-o-o-od…” He dragged out between laughter. His hand slapped the table and there were tears in his eyes. He was breathing heavily, trying to catch his breath again and you looked over at him. “Tony! It isn’t funny! It’s gonna break!” You yelled back at him, although this was the wrong choice as he doubled over in laughter. The table was a mess and you were near tears of laughter from the situation and anger for your project not working. “O-Ok.. come on kid l.. Hehe… let’s get back to working on this… what is this?” He spoke, looking at the mangled robot. He thought it would make you laugh, but it sadly did the opposite. You frowned, your face leaning into your hands as you sighed. 

“Tony…” you spoke. You felt tired and upset. Lately things haven’t been going well at home, so the Industry was your only escape. You mother had been yelling at your dad more, for stupid things that he didn’t even do most of the time! The sun beamed down in the lab, signaling that your escape-hours were ending. “Sorry, Tony. I gotta go, Mom’s been wanting me home earlier.” You spoke, lying through your teeth. There was a hint of dread in your already tired sounding voice. ‘Why do things never go as planned for me..?’ You asked yourself in your head. You frowned as your nose felt warm. That was a signal that you would start crying soon. It always happened, and you didn’t know why. Maybe it was genetic.

Tony looked at you, his eyes softening. “Hey, kid… you know, you can talk to me whenever you want.” He spoke, patting your shoulder. You stifled a cry and nodded, your voice was weak with the feeling of tears welling up in your eyes. Tony pat your shoulder again. That was your que. You sped out of the lab room, backpack on your back and your headphones plugged into your phone. You turned on your Spotify playlist as you listened to the opening. Your tears fell at the song. Freaks by Surf Course. You smiled as the song played and as the tears fell down your face. ‘Maybe tomorrow,’ you thought to yourself, ‘maybe tomorrow I’ll tell Tony what’s been happening.. Maybe he can help me.’

It didn’t happen tomorrow. Or the Next day. Or the Next. Tony was gone. ‘Probably fighting... he’s an Avenger, after all. Just hope he stays safe.’ You would tell yourself. Tony came back, although it was after 2 weeks. He brought this kid with him. You thought nothing of it, probably a newbie, maybe he’s showing him around? ‘Weird, how’d he get accepted at this time?’ That question popped in your head so many times, it was almost like the plague. It was strange… eh, whatever. You’d tell Tony what was happening during your lab time today.

‘He didn’t show up…. He didn’t show up! What was happening? Maybe that new kid was asking him a bunch of questions. He'll be back tomorrow.’ 

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Why do you get your hopes up?

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2 weeks. It had been 2 weeks since he had turned up to your daily lab time. Your parents had gotten the divorce they needed, but you were still in shambles. The divorce was ugly too. Screaming from both sides, including some yelling from you. However, you were still turning up to work everyday as this would go down at home. Somehow you had remained at the top of the leaderboards in Stark Industries. The first place rank thing, that was the only keeping you motivated to work. You wanted to be like how Tony had described you, “the son he never had.”  But there was this one kid, Peter Parker. He had passed your name and made it to first place.

You cried when that happened. It wasn’t even something to cry over, you just bursted out in tears. At other times, this would motivate you, but without Tony’s words of encouragement and with what was happening in your life, it brought you down into a new low. You were full on sobbing, your head ached from the tears, your hands were numb from working. Your eyes hurt and you were  sure the whole building could hear your cries. “Why won’t you stop crying, Y/N?! You’re such a baby, mom was right!” you yelled at yourself, crying even more at the thought. Your hands tore at your hair and your breathing got heavier. It was to the point where your chest had hurt and your ears were ringing, but you continued to spew hateful words at yourself. You could barely hear Tony yelling for you.

Tony had been walking down the halls of Stark Industries. He saw that Peter had beat you, and was shocked and proud of him. He wanted to see how you were doing, because he knew that you could bounce back to be even better… or so he thought. When he heard crying, he thought you had hurt yourself, so he turned to the supply closet near the room that he had passed. He waltzed over to there speedily, hoping the injury wasn’t too bad. But when he heard “Why won’t you stop crying, Y/N?! You’re such a baby, mom was right!” come out of your mouth, he clutched onto the med kit and ran to your lab room. When he got there, he was shocked, frozen in place.

Your desk was a wreck and you were full on sobbing. You were tearing at your hair and you had blood coating your hands. ‘That’s… from his scalp..’ Tony realized, his eyes growing wider at the thought. He jogged over to you, noticing your breathing was getting heavier by the second. “JARVIS, What’s wrong with him?!” Tony demanded as he called out to you. “K-kid… hey, can you hear me?!” You looked up with a dead look in your eyes. He was scared for your health, your head was bleeding at an alarming rate from the way you had scratched at it. “It appears he’s suffering through a panic-attack right now, sir. From what is happening, it looks like he will need medical assessment for his scalp.” JARVIS spoke, informing that man who was trying to get your attention.

Tony looked at you, and then around. “W-well how do I help him?!” Tony stuttered back. He couldn’t handle his own anxiety attacks, how was he supposed to help someone through a panic attack?! “Try to get his breathing levels at a normal rate, sir. It could help tremendously.” JARVIS informed. ‘O-Ok..’ Tony tried, you were still scratching at your scalp, the blood was dripping from your hands onto the ground. Your breathing was still heavy. He grabbed your shoulders, and in the calmest voice he could, he started speaking. “Hey, kiddo, look at me. Look, follow my breathing.” You sort of followed, your breathing wasn’t steady in the slightest, and you could barely hear him, but you were trying.

He smiled at the attempt, but still made you follow it. 4 in, 6 hold, 5 out. It probably wasn’t the right breathing method, but it was working. It took 13 minutes for you to get your breathing steady. Tears were still flowing from your eyes, and blood had stained your hair. Tony held your shoulder and you started to feel the pain in your scalp increasing. “I-I’m sorry, Tony…” You spoke, hiccupping during your words. Tony turned over to you, shocked at what you had said. “What do you mean you’re sorry, Kid?” He asked, the worry in his eyes showing. “I was acting like a child, I should’ve been better…” At this point you were spewing all the nonsense out of your mouth that your brain could come up with. Tony was confused at your words and patted your shoulder, stopping your rant. 

“Kid, you don’t have to apologize for a panic-attack. You were, and probably are still hurting. Mentally and physically, which by the way, we should get you checked up.” He cut himself off, which made you laugh. “JARVIS-” He spoke, but the AI cut him off before he could speak. “I’ve already gotten medical help, sir. The wait will be 2-3 minutes.” Tony smiled, as you yawned. “Kid, don’t you dare fall asleep, cause I don’t want you dying on me.” Tony spoke, seriousness in his voice as he was keen on keeping you awake and alive. You lulled your head over, sleepily, but your head was hurting. “I want to rest…” You spoke, tired. “Nope, MEDIC!” He yelled as he plucked you from your spot in the ground, alerting the medic of where you two were.

 Yeah, you’d tell him later.

[dakt37]

Soooooo do you want to talk about your OC AI? 👀 Because I’m definitely interested

Oh! Sure, thank you. 💕 I've alluded to it before; it's part of my den of AU plot bunnies where Avengers Assemble Tony is stuck with The Beyonder in a pocket dimension. Tony loses FRIDAY and builds a new AI from scratch named POLARIS. The original version, which Tony tends to call Polly or Pol, has a pitch-shifted voice and is referred to with she/her pronouns. Not because the AI cares, it's just how Tony set it up. He had to record his own voice for the audio library and didn't want to just be hearing himself all the time.

POLARIS 1.0 is pretty rudimentary. She's not as intuitive as FRIDAY or JARVIS, and tends to sound a little stilted like Siri or the Google Assistant. Tony often forgets that he can't ask her open-ended questions or give vague orders. Dealing with her can be an exercise in patience. She's really polite but a little vacant; a sweet airhead of an AI. She tends to call Tony by his name rather than "Sir" or "Boss," and isn't particularly sarcastic or sassy. She's sort of like a brand new Janet from The Good Place, and is very literal about the fact that she's a computer program.

Then depending on what variation of the AU I'm daydreaming about, there's POLARIS 2.0. This one is active after Tony has seemingly vanished from Beyonder's citadel. It uses Tony's regular voice and often struts around as a hologram based on his body scan. It meets the MCU Avengers when they too get pulled into the pocket dimension (listen, I'm a slut for crossovers), and swings between being very helpful to them and being extremely suspect. MCU Tony dubs him "Ollie."

I honestly have a ton of different endings in mind so it's entirely unclear if Ollie is 1. The original program impersonating Tony, 2. An evolved version of the program that merged with a scan of Tony's brain, or 3. Tony's soul lodged in a wildly advanced computer system. Also unclear if the real Tony is 1. Dead, or 2. Comatose. Also-also unclear if Ollie happened 1. Intentionally by Polly, 2. Intentionally by Tony, or 3. Entirely accidentally.

This is why I never finish the AUs I start 😂

Anyway the name POLARIS originally came from Steve. On some old mission, he and Tony got stranded in the wilderness at night with no GPS signal. Steve gestured to the starry sky and said, "You're never lost if you can find Polaris." I'm not totally settled on what the backronym is yet, but so far I've got "Pathfinder Orienting Lost Avengers Reclused In-between Space." The program was originally intended to help Tony break out of the pocket dimension, or at least get a signal back to his home reality.

So yeah, that's POLARIS ✨

[starvels]

From the anon the prompted and loved your “AI Tony and Ghost Steve have an argument about souls” fic, comes the question,

Ghost Tony and AI Steve have an existential crisis together

Aka, Tony get confirmation that he had a soul this whole time, and Steve gets to be mad that someone (Ultron? Doom? Red Skull, Tony?!?!??) digitized him to this extent. (Maybe it was punishment, maybe it was the answer to a crisis and this was somehow a solution, maybe someone couldn’t let do)

(Not a prompt so much as a brain tickler)

hi darlin'! i hope you are well :')))

you have the funnest ideas! this is a delightful role reversal.

my question is, WOULD tony take this as confirmation of a soul OR WOULD he take it as proof of eternal suffering that he's earned, to never be at actual peace? or maybe both, okay he has a soul but its still not...allowed to end, to rest at the end of things?

i feel like ghost tony would absolutely be at his UNHINGING END with his lack of ability to affect the world around him in any tangible way. not able to touch, to problem solve, to be heard even - would render him so helpless? no chance of fixing his own cataclysmic fate, just kinda doomed be an inactive particle floating along other people's choices. seeing people suffering, unable to do anything for them.

i firmly believe that stagnancy is a circle of hell for tony stark.

for AI steve, i totally agreeee. he'd be hornier than a puffed toad. full sense of betrayal, definitely lashing out at ghost tony, but also i think bowled over by the cognitive differences that being an AI engenders in him? protocols, look-ups, wet ware connections? does he have an LMD? is he amorphous? he would struggle with both having a fake body and not having a body at all.

he'd probably be a bit terrified and distraught that tony is dead and that means potentially there is no one around to 'fix' him? is his body still around actually?

two wild possibilities have occurred to me, writing this:

steve always was a form of AI. his brainwaves were somehow copied and pasted onto the super soldier body the US army grew in a lab.

tony wakes up a ghost after having discovered this, seems conclusively killed because of this knowledge and now has to break it to steve, who is anything but amused by this joke. but the more and more time steve spends as an AI he realizes the truth and an existential crises hits him like a brick to the face. meanwhile, tony is trying to manage steve, keep him going instead of shutting down, and also try to figure out how this was possible in the 1940's, AND maybe slightly more importantly - who exactly killed tony for knowing steve was an AI and who stuck steve in a computer terminal?? can tony catch a fucking break?? he's already dead, how much worse can it get, etc. mystery, intrigue, plot, yearning, maybe a happy ending?? can tony please get a waffle??/

OR

tony has to teach steve how to code/engineer/build a new body (with as little mech or as much as your brain thinks is sexy, obvs) for himself because steve refuses to stay as a hologram.

its all endless time together without the need for sleep or basic human functions like superheroing interrupting them and they get to talking about all the things they both have forgotten and remember and blah blah they fall in LOVE, ALREADY WERE, NEVER HAVEN'T BEEN, ETC. BUT IT;S DOOMED bc tony is dead for good :)))) and the more they share, the more at peace tony feels and the further he fades into the afterlife. and steve realizes this and cries, etc. and tries to sabotage his own body and tony stops him and says i want you to live on, that's what i need to be at peace, i know now. and steve's like, that's such an asshole thing to put on my shoulders, i hate you, don't do this to me. and tony says i need you to live. steve says i need you to be alive and tony says, only one of these things are possible, steve. so it's! unhappy ending?? magical intervention?? pain either way? :) pain either way.

ANYWAYS. good prompts buddy ✨👌

[spaghwetti]

Cherry was in that restaurant thing Joe has. He was dipping dry spaghettis in a glass of wine and then eating them and Joe made the face from that picture every time. Cherry had started doing this just to be annoying but now he liked it more than normal food.

"You know," said Joe, trying to drown out the wet crunching for even a moment, "using Carla is cheating. You can't just have a robonic skateboard that tells you angles or reminds you what an ollie is or says 'look out, there is a wall directly in front of you'." Joe was still bitter about the many times he had been caught out by a wall being directly in front of him.

"Wrong, because you are a gorilla," said Cherry, who was contractually obligated to use the insult at least once per fanfic and figured he might as well get it out of the way. "Carla's assistance is no more 'cheating' than being mentored by a superior skateboarder, or putting a copy of the Tony Hawk's Pro Skater 2 instruction manual under your pillow so the knowledge seeps into your brain overnight. Learning from the best isn't cheating."

"But Carla isn't 'the best'," protested Joe. "She's not a real person who had to learn all this stuff slowly and painfully from within a weak, fallible flesh-prison. She's an artificial intelligence!"

"Wrong again. Twice in thirty seconds. Still not even close to your record." Cherry performed an action that was fundamentally irrelevant to the narrative but served to break up his dialogue a bit. "Carla isn't an artificial intelligence."

"But you always call her an AI!"

"Yes, to throw people off the scent," said Cherry. "But it doesn't stand for Artificial Intelligence. It stands for Apparitions Imprisoned. Carla is full of the ghosts of dead skateboarders."

Joe's jaw dropped. "You're kidding."

"Not at all. Every time Adam hits someone in the face with his skateboard, killing them instantly, their ghost goes into Carla. There are millions of them in there at this point." Cherry took a sip of his wine, its rich crimson hue tainted by floating spaghetti bits. "It's like a kind of skater heaven, except that all of them are very much in constant pain. Offering me skateboarding assistance is their only reprieve."

Joe paused for a moment. He had never seen this side of Cherry before, the side that had a bunch of tortured ghosts trapped inside a skateboard. Sure, back in high school he'd had a haunted rollerskate, but that was just one ghost, and besides, they were young. This was on another level entirely.

A thought crossed his mind, and Joe broke his silence. "You're as bad as Adam. Or possibly worse than Adam. I haven't really decided on the specifics yet but the important thing is that a comparison to Adam is being made here so this is the bit where we get mad at each other about it."

Cherry fell silent, but the look on his face revealed his true emotions: angry but also betrayed and upset in a hot way. Adam had hit him in the face with a skateboard twice, once during the TV run and then a second time for the DVD version, but he hadn't died from it and gone inside a skateboard. Why had he been left behind? Was he not good enough? These were the thoughts that swirled around his head every moment of every day, except for when he was thinking of more interesting stuff, which was most of the time. Anyway he was sad so every bad thing he'd done was actually fine.

"I'm glad we could get that settled," said Joe, and now they were friends again and maybe more.

Cherry reached for another spaghetti. He crunched this one without dipping it, a clear signifier that he recognised the residual tension which still hung in the air. "The ghost thing was a lie," he said. "Ghosts aren't real. You can just download Carla on the app store."

"Really? Then how come every skater doesn't have one?"

"She costs £1.99."

"I'm not paying that when Candy Crush is free!" said Joe immediately, repulsed on an instinctual level.

"Exactly," smiled Cherry.

There was a moment of relative peace, broken only by the gentle clinking of dry pasta against wine glass. In the corner, Carla's subtle pink glow intensified for a moment. "The curses of the dead be upon ye," she said.

Joe glanced over. "What'd she say?"

"Nothing," said Cherry. "How much do I owe you for the spaghettis? Because I'm not paying it."

Later they fucked(?)

[ladyeliot]

Damn melody.

Request: @mostly-marvel-musings​ : Well hi there!! If you’re up for it, could you do a no. 1 and 7 with Tony Stark from your Superhero prompts please?!

Pairing: Superhero!Tony Stark x Villain!Fem!Reader

Summary: You have been trying for a long time to get the documentation that explained the creation of his AI, and that time you almost succeeded.

Warnings: SMUT⚡(+18). Touching, unprotected sex, dirty talk.

Word count: 2186

A/N:  This is the first time I write a smut, I’m afraid. Sorry for my spelling and grammatical mistakes, English is not my native language, I am learning.

Superhero vs Villain!Reader Prompts

The confrontation had made your insides scream in pain. You prayed that nothing and no one would stand in your way as you drove to your lair at extreme speed. The meeting with Iron Man had been planned from the beginning, your chances to get the documentation where the process of development of his AI based on his own genetics was located had been scarce during the last months, but that day you almost made it. The word “surrender” was not in your vocabulary and never would be.

You arrived at your hideout on the outskirts of New York County with barely a breath. Your body was full of bruises and you felt how blood could wash over your face. Your radar sense could do little at that time, Tony had prepared for your arrival and his AI had restricted the electromagnetic emissions that helped heighten all your senses. So that confrontation was catastrophic, little could your martial arts and combat strategy skills do against the legion of drones that awaited you.

As soon as you stepped on the floor you stood in front of a mirror, your appearance was sickly, your right shoulder was dislocated and that was accompanied by the cut on your forehead, making you look like the ruin personified. You slowly lowered the zip of the black lycra suit that was sticking to your body, preventing the pain in your shoulder from making you squirm even more.  You left the upper part of your body uncovered, covered only with a bra, which showed a series of hematomas covering the abdomen. Internally you found yourself cursing that person and his power, and you imagined the day when you would finally finish with him.

You took a breath and looked at yourself again in front of the mirror, your eyes had darkened from the rage you felt, that was the best time to place the dislocated shoulder bone, but your internal receptor regions, which were slowly recovering, emanated a signal in your body. You quickly grabbed one of the knives hidden in the back of your ankle and stood on guard. The house was dark, all silent, but a slight breath came into your ears, and it was not yours.

You came down the stairs slowly, the breathing could be heard more clearly, that meant you were approaching it. Your sense of smell quickly discovered who it was and where it was. It was impossible for you to return after what had just happened and better still, how had she found you and how had she overcome the security measures?

“Why do you have a room full of pictures and articles about yourself?  you opened the door very carefully and there he was.

He wasn’t wearing the Iron Man suit, instead he was wearing a black Tom Ford suit, accompanied by a red tie, but even so, you knew perfectly well that that didn’t mean he didn’t have his Iron Man suit on him. Tony was in the middle of your small private laboratory, specifically observing a corner where there were photographs of you analyzing facial changes when your emitting and receiving regions were set in motion. The hand holding the knife was shaking from the pain in your right shoulder, and when Tony looked away from you he noticed.

“An interesting sight,” he said, gazing at your naked upper body. He reached into his Tom Ford’s pocket. “Just like this place.”

“What are you doing here?” you spit out those words as if the life in them was gone.

“I only care about you,” he approached the center table and picked up a small gadget in his hands. “External receiving regions, very interesting. Is that what has kept you away from my lab so far?”

Your breath accelerated as you contemplated the behaviour of the person in front of you, he walked around as if nothing had happened and his indifference made your blood boil. Finally he stopped and watched you pointing at your shoulder passively.

“That looks painful,” he said, arching his eyebrows. “I think I’d better put that on you.“ 

"Don’t you dare come any closer…”

“Okay,” he raised his hands and put them back in his pockets. “I just wanted to be nice.”

His tone of voice definitely contained hints of impassivity, but also of disdain and arrogance, all of which shaped that man. So, thanks to your own pride, which gave you strength, you took a breath and in one quick movement put the bone back in place, hiding the moans of pain while clenching your teeth very tightly. The last thing you wanted was to give him the satisfaction of seeing you suffer in front of him again.

“You’re enjoying it,” you said, getting your breathing back to normal. “What do you want? Have you come to gloat over your success?”

“No, that’s not my style,” he said without hesitation and then pointed to the knife you were holding in your left hand. “Why don’t you put down that knife so we can talk like civilized people?”

“Do you think that after today I’m going to be in front of you without a weapon?” you held your breath, chin up.

A smile of arrogance spread across your opponent’s face, causing your body to quiver. Tony, noticing the event, smiled slightly and took a step towards you, which caused you to step back away from him. The tension of the environment was evident, and your uninvited guest had the ability to take control in such situations.

“Are you scared?” he asked, tilting his head to the side.

“Scared?” you stood firmly keeping your gaze fixed on his. “Why do you think I should be afraid?

"Perhaps because if I had wanted to, you would have been dead…” he looked at his watch indifferently. “Two hours.”

You mumbled, clenching your fist around the knife and wanting to stab him as soon as he got a slip.

“And if you’re so sure of it, why didn’t you?” you asked, leaving your lips half open and arching an eyebrow, as Tony continued to approach with airs and graces.

“And what are you waiting for to finish up and put that knife through my neck?” he asked, leaving his lips half open a short distance away. “Stop flirting and kill me.

How could he dare to think what you were flirting with him about? You knew you had all the power at that very moment, as he had said you could put an end to that story, but your body was extremely blocked, and his last words didn’t help either. All your senses were heightened at that moment, you felt the touch of the dried blood on your forehead, you listened to his breathing intensely as it crashed into your face and you could smell his woody perfume mixed with the whiskey emanating from his mouth.

“Like what you see?” Tony whispered, drawing a smug smile on his face that caused your gaze to turn to his lips. 

“You’re not taking me to bed,” you spit out the words finding some lucidity in your brain. "Ever.”

Tony’s lips opened to show how his tongue slowly danced to his lips. You knew what his game was, you had seen it on several occasions in the charity galas he organized, and you were not willing to fall into it, as it was surely a distraction to achieve something. He was only a few inches from your body, your breasts were almost touching, a subtle movement from one of you and the contact was made. He was teasing you, gloating while keeping his gaze fixed on your lips.

“Who said it had to be on the bed?” 

You felt his fingers touching your naked belly, slowly caressing each of the bruises that the dispute with Iron Man had caused you. He turned his gaze to them but quickly turned it back to your lips. Your jaw tightened but when you felt Tony’s lips fall slightly on your right shoulder the tension in your body dissipated. You closed your eyes and let his lips run down your neck, making his tongue come into play as well. Although all your senses were on his actions, you held the knife firmly in your left hand. 

“Look at you…” he whispered a few millimeters away from your neck. His voice was hoarse and it was killing you. “Two hours ago you wanted to kill me and now you’re moaning at my touch.”

With your eyes still closed, your mouth curved into a smile of arrogance.

"Look at you…” you imitated his words. “Two hours ago you wanted to kill me and now you can’t resist putting a hand on me.”

You opened your eyes to meet Tony’s dilated pupils, radiating uncontrolled lust. In one swift movement he guided you to the nearest wall behind you, causing your body to collide with force and severe pain in all your contusions. You couldn’t stop a small moan from coming from inside your throat, a mixture of pain and excitement.

“I think thats the first time I’ve heard you moan…” he said, brushing his teeth against your skin before biting you.  “It was like a fucking melody.”

Another groan came from between your lips. You wanted to touch him, you needed to touch him. The knife slipped from between your fingers leaving a dry sound when it hit the ground. As soon as you were free of it you reached for his tie, but he quickly spun you around hard preventing you from having any chance to touch his body. You could have easily gotten rid of his tether, especially when his defenses were so low, but you did not. Tony quickly unzipped your suit leaving your whole body exposed.

Your legs opened up in need, and he soon realised that gesture, unsubtly holding his hand so that his fingers touched your clit, while he brusquely brought his length to your ass.

"I haven’t even touched you and you’re already this wet.” His voice was so dark that it caused your wetness to intensify.

“I haven’t even taken your clothes off and you’re already this hard” you gave a half smile as you bit into your lower lip, feeling his fingers dancing on your folds.

“Oh baby, you know, you really shouldn’t tease me,” he muttered, bringing two of his fingers inside you, causing both of you to groan.

You didn’t know if it was Tony Stark’s possessive behaviour, or the intensification of all your senses, but your body began to tremble. As if the marks he’d made on you that day weren’t enough, his tongue was marking your neck.

“You take my fingers so well don’t you?”

“Shut up and take your pants off.” You ordered to blindly reach out to meet his cock, which was begging to be released.

“Oh honey, you sound so needy” he mocked increasing the speed of his fingers inside you while his thumb stimulated your clitoris. “Let’s see how quickly you can cum.

You moved your hips to intensify the friction, while he, with his other hand, unzipped his trousers and released his erection. You felt that the climax was near, your legs could barely hold you and your breath, which was broken between moans, informed you that you were going to fall down in just a couple of seconds. It was just when you were on the edge that Tony withdrew his fingers leaving you empty, but not for long.

He grabbed your hips and pulled you closer to his body to slide into you with one blow. That feeling of pleasure that you experienced when you felt him completely inside and heard his moaning in your ear, made you free yourself from all the accumulated tension. Tony brought his hand back to your clitoris, slowly rubbing your thigh, sending you to the edge.

You groaned in desperation, calling out his name as if life were your own, which caused you to squeeze his cock even harder.

"My name sounds so good when it comes from your lips,” Tony intensified the speed of friction, crashing into your hips with more force. “Shit, you’re so adorable that I think I could even forgive you.”

The warmth of your interior continued to be latent until you felt it overflow inside you, filling you with all its pleasure and desire. Your breaths were completely out of sync at a frantic pace. Tony held you by the waist, avoiding putting his fingers on the bruises.

“Please remind me again why we are having sex,” you said leaning your forehead against the wall and trying to return to your normal breathing.

“Do you really need me to explain?"  Tony whispered, kissing your naked back as he pulled his cock out from inside you, causing a soft moan in your throat.  "There’s that damn melody again…”

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This is the last thing @von--gelmini ( aka @starker-stories ) and I wrote together.  

The setup: All the events of Avengers:Endgame have happened.  As far as the world knows, Tony Stark is dead.  Only one person on the planet knows otherwise (well, two, if you include a certain Ancient resident of  Kamer Taj.)  One person, and one tight-lipped AI.

All the events of Spider-Man:Far From Home have happened, with one exception.  When J. J. Jameson attempted to do his hit piece on civilian (and minor) Peter Parker, he found himself off the air in the middle of his sentence, and out of a job in the middle of the day.  He never knew why.

Now Peter Parker, like the rest of the world, is trying to move on from this devastating loss.  But that’s impossible - because it really feels like the ghost of Tony Stark is haunting him wherever he goes.  (Not that he really believes in ghosts, just that his spider-senses tell him Tony is present and watching him, that’s just a malfunction of his spider-senses.  Unreliable at best, once they deserted him, and now they are trying to inform him that his dead mentor is there when, obviously, his dead mentor is NOT there.)

                                             Ghosting You

Chapter 1:  Peter - Things We Shouldn’t Do

It wasn’t normal.

Texting a dead guy wasn’t normal.  Rereading and rerereading his texts from you and pretending they were recent?  Also not normal.  If anyone had asked, Peter would justify it by pointing out that the ghost of Tony Stark was haunting him everywhere he went, and sending texts out into the ether was just the way he was coping.  Not that anyone ever asked.  Not that anyone ever knew.  Peter Parker still relied on his constant communications with Tony, even if all those communications were strictly one-way.  

Maybe he shouldn’t have been relying on Tony as much as he was. But maybe he shouldn’t have been doing a lot of things. Like spending all his time at this party MJ’s parents were throwing half longing for another party, or dreading another party.

But he was doing both.

But dammit, the kids getting high in MJ’s side yard were looking better and better to him by the second. He was NOT going to do illegal substances – he was an Avenger dang it – but damn if he couldn’t help but go talk to them, twice, and listen to their carefree giggle rambling with deep abiding envy. They didn’t have a care in the world.

Actually they had lots of cares, the exact same number of cares he did. Well almost. Half of them had been displaced by the snap. Everyone there had lost half of everyone they knew. Woken up one day to find that exactly half of their friends were now 5 years older. Different ages, different grades, different social stratus. Alive, but lost. Visible, but erased. The other half, went home one day to find that half of everyone they knew were gone, and spent the next 5 years learning to live with it. Those friends were back now, different ages, different grades, different social stratus. Alive, but lost. Visible, but erased. Everyone there felt their lives toppling as the world tried to figure out what to do with them, or with their friends. Peter, just like half of them, talked the tightrope between being 17 when his birth certificate said he was 21. Parents, politicians, and society all had their own ideas. Peter longed for college the way a baby longed for its blanket, the way a swimming man longed for land. Maybe in college his maybe-minor maybe-major status would at least feel normal.

It wasn’t normal.

Texting a dead guy wasn’t normal.  Rereading and rerereading his texts from you and pretending they were recent?  Also not normal.  If anyone had asked, Peter would justify it by pointing out that the ghost of Tony Stark was haunting him everywhere he went, and sending texts out into the ether was just the way he was coping.  Not that anyone ever asked.  Not that anyone ever knew.  Peter Parker still relied on his constant communications with Tony, even if all those communications were strictly one-way.  

Maybe he shouldn’t have been relying on Tony as much as he was. But maybe he shouldn’t have been doing a lot of things. Like spending all his time at this party MJ’s parents were throwing half longing for another party, or dreading another party.

But he was doing both.

But dammit, the kids getting high in MJ’s side yard were looking better and better to him by the second. He was NOT going to do illegal substances – he was an Avenger dang it – but damn if he couldn’t help but go talk to them, twice, and listen to their carefree giggle rambling with deep abiding envy. They didn’t have a care in the world.

Actually they had lots of cares, the exact same number of cares he did. Well almost. Half of them had been displaced by the snap. Everyone there had lost half of everyone they knew. Woken up one day to find that exactly half of their friends were now 5 years older. Different ages, different grades, different social stratus. Alive, but lost. Visible, but erased. The other half, went home one day to find that half of everyone they knew were gone, and spent the next 5 years learning to live with it. Those friends were back now, different ages, different grades, different social stratus. Alive, but lost. Visible, but erased. Everyone there felt their lives toppling as the world tried to figure out what to do with them, or with their friends. Peter, just like half of them, talked the tightrope between being 17 when his birth certificate said he was 21. Parents, politicians, and society all had their own ideas. Peter longed for college the way a baby longed for its blanket, the way a swimming man longed for land. Maybe in college his maybe-minor maybe-major status would at least feel normal.

Those kids in MJ’s side yard had as many cares as he did, but they had forgotten them for the moment. Substances were beginning to look REALLY nice.

Which is exactly what he texted to Tony.

Substances are beginning to look really nice.

Ned’s graduation party would be different, of course. More formal, more grownup. Whatever that meant. Alcohol would be served, Peter had been informed, but they’d all be regulated to one glass each, according to Ned. That was the only think Peter was looking forward to (at this point he was partied-out. Then again he had been partied-out since party one. He didn’t want to be ungrateful – May had really gone all out on a big graduation blowout – but the only thing he would ever remember from that party was spending the night with MJ. She had been officially invited to stay the night, with May’s permission and blessing. It was the only night they would spend together. When it was over, they both agreed it wouldn’t happen again.

A glass of alcohol at Ned’s family’s formal dinner was honestly the only thing Peter was looking forward to now. Maybe drinking a glass of wine would make him feel like an adult. Graduating from high school certainly wasn’t working. Losing his V-card to MJ made him feel MUCH younger, not more. Drugs were out (besides those carefree, forgetful individuals in MJ’s side yard didn’t strike him as particularly grownup, especially when they bragged they had been using since 13) because he was an Avenger now.

Being an Avenger SHOULD have made him feel grownup.

Hell – being TO OUTER SPACE and fighting in a for-the-safety-of-Earth battle should have made him feel grownup. But all that seemed like a dream to the Peter Parker who was trying to endure Graduation Party Number 2 and dreading Graduation Party Number 3. 

The Peter Parker who was really counting down the minutes to when he could bow out, beg off and go home.

The Peter Parker who really shouldn’t have been thinking about Tony as much as he was.

That didn’t stop him, though.

He took his phone out for the 100th time to go back over his text messages. Grinning at Tony’s quips, his one liners, his smart-alecky remarks. His bordering-on-flirting sentences.

They weren’t really flirting, of course. They couldn’t be. Peter was just a kid.

But it was fun to pretend.

***

“You can’t keep doing this,” a quiet, secret part of his brain whispered to him as he headed home that night.

“You can’t keep pretending forever” that hateful voice murmured in the back of his head.

He hated that voice. Wanted to pull it out and pummel it into the ground until his fists were swollen and bloody.

“You can’t keep texting him. You can’t keep rereading his old texts over and over. It isn’t healthy. It isn’t normal…”

That part, at least, was true, and he knew it. It wasn’t healthy. It was okay, surely, to pretend in his head. Everyone pretended in their head. Aunt May was STILL talking to Uncle Ben, Peter still caught her at it sometimes, and that made it okay for Peter to do it too. Made it okay that he was still texting Tony, still leaving him messages, even though Tony wasn’t really on the other end. That was normal.

But it was interfering with his understanding of reality. THAT’S what made it not normal.

Like on actual graduation day, for instance, when his spidersenses were telling him something he knew couldn’t be true. That Tony was there. That Tony was watching. It was mercifully brief, ended right after he crossed the stage, but while it was happening it was terrifying. Overwhelmingly, unabashedly REAL. But it wasn’t real. Tony wasn’t really there. Despite all of Peter’s texts, emails, and phone messages with all the details of graduation. All those prayers to a dead man. The dead man didn’t come to his graduation. It’s not like Peter was alone, there were many people there missing the living, wishing the living could have been there too. Peter was just one more in a crowd.

Just one more pretending the dead still walked the earth. 

On his way home he pulled out his phone, his thumb flying across the letters in depression. 

//I’m not going to be talking to you much anymore. You understand. College and all. I just won’t have time to text you much. But please don’t think I’m ghosting you because I would never do that to you. You mean too much to me. I’ll always be here when you need me. But I won’t have time much to//

That’s as far as he got. It was as far as he could get. He hit send on the nonsensical words and pocketed his phone. It was time to focus on reality. On the future. On what he had to do next. Like finding out if alcohol had any effect on him, for starters. Because if it did, he might actually have something to look forward to.

He shouldn’t have been relying on Tony as much as he was. But he shouldn’t have been doing a lot of things. 

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Tomorrow I’ll post @von--gelmini‘s chapter, which will be titled “Tony - Losing Negotiations”

I plan on posting a chapter a day - eventually to all be placed on Ao3.

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butternut squash

“Boss, Peter Parker’s heart has stopped.”

 Tony spits out his coffee. “What? Friday? Repeat?”

 She’s still just as deadpan as before. “Peter Parker’s heart has stopped, as reported by his in-suit AI, Karen.”

 “What the fuck?” Tony chokes, stumbling out of his seat. The chair topples over behind him, hitting the floor with a loud crack, and Tony tries to catch his breath. “Like, you’re talking directly to Karen or you’re reading diagnostics from Karen?” His mouth is dry and his hands are shaking, and he’s already heading for the door. 

 “Diagnostics,” Friday says. “Karen is unresponsive.”

 Tony activates his earpiece and nearly trips over his own feet. “Fri, call him, push through a call to Peter, just, just—push it through, don’t wait for him to answer.”

Tony feels like his entire body is seizing up. It’s a fucking Wednesday, it’s eleven in the morning, Peter Parker’s heart is not allowed to stop. It’s not allowed to stop ever, but especially not right now, on a fucking Wednesday at eleven in the morning. There’s no reason for it, so it can’t be happening, it just can’t.

 He races down the stairs and listens to Friday trying to push the call through. He hears the click, and Tony listens hard once it’s connected, but it’s only silence and static, which doesn’t seem right. 

 “Disconnect,” Tony says, his voice breaking, and he’s still going down and down and down, towards the workshop.

 He’s panicking. He’s panicking. 

 He needs to stop, but easier said than done, as always, especially when it comes to the kid. He’s always so goddamn worried about Peter, and now he gets a goddamn notification that his heart stopped? No, can’t be, not allowed, one hundred percent out of the question.

 He doesn’t entertain the idea or the future it presents, drifting out of the fog like a phantom. He doesn’t think about calling May or what she would say if he did. The way she would scream. He tries to stave off the cold sweats and the tightness in his chest.

 He’s not dead he’s not dead he’s not dead

 “Fri, what was his last known location? Because that’s where I’m going.”

 “Home, boss,” Friday says. “I’ll set the trajectory into your chosen suit.”

 Tony cuts his eyes to the side as he heads for the next stairwell. “Home?”

 “Yes. The Parker apartment.”

 That...that’s suspicious, and it almost worries him more. Why is Peter at home and not at school? Why wasn’t Tony made aware if he was staying home? Did someone break in? Is the building on fire? Is he killing himself with carbon monoxide somehow? Why the fuck is he in the suit?

 “Goddamnit,” Tony breathes, feeling lightheaded.

 ~

 He’s sure the Iron Man sightings are either thrilling people or making them question what the hell is going on, but Tony doesn’t really think about that, and he can deal with the repercussions later. He just makes sure he pushes the suit to the limit and gets the fuck over to the apartment, not looking at the flatline that’s plastered to his heads up display with Peter’s face next to it.

 Heart stopped heart stopped heart stopped

 He’s so young he’s too young this can’t happen Tony was supposed to protect him he was supposed to protect him

 He lands outside and leaves the suit there like a warning outside, and he’s already halfway up the stairs before he considers he might have needed it, that there could be someone in there, someone that did something to Peter—

 —but if someone did something to Peter it doesn’t matter, it doesn’t fucking matter—

 —if he’s dead—

 —if he’s dead—

 Tony’s horror overwhelms him, and he breaks the apartment door down with two blows. 

 He stumbles inside, glancing around. The curtains are pulled back, the sun streaming in, and nothing looks out of the ordinary. There’s still a cereal bowl on the dining room table, milk pooling in the bottom. A plate of half eaten...cookies?

 “Peter?” Tony yells, squeezing his hands into fists, and maybe he should have brought the suit, maybe somebody is here, and if he has to run across his kid’s dead body he can’t—he cannot—

 “Peter?” Tony yells again, louder this time, heading into the kid’s hallway. His voice is going hoarse, dread creeping in. “Peter, where are you? Where are you?”

 Is he talking to emptiness? A dead body? A broken future? Another funeral?

 Peter’s door is open a crack, thankfully, or Tony would have broken it, too.

 It slams against the wall as Tony busts inside, and Peter jumps, yelling, collapsing in on himself beside his bed. Tony’s brows furrow.

 “What? No! What? Huh!” Peter exclaims, hands at the ready for fighting before everything registers for him. But then it does register, his brows furrowing too. “Tony?”

 Tony takes it all in. Peter’s suit is on the bed, completely open and connected to his computer. Peter is in his pajamas, and his voice is nasally. Is he fucking sick?

 Tony’s brain isn’t working right, and he means to ask if he’s sick, why he didn’t call, what the hell he’s doing to the suit. Instead, he points at him. “I’m glad you’re not dead, but also, I hate you.”

 Peter pouts. “You don’t hate—dead?”

 “Somehow, with whatever the hell you’re doing there, you connected and disconnected your fucking heart monitor, and Karen sent diagnostics to Friday which led to Friday informing me that your heart had stopped.”

 Peter stares. Sniffs. “Oh.”

 “Yeah, oh,” Tony says, chin held high. “Big…oh.”

 Peter grits his teeth. Still staring. Lots of guilt. “Um. Sorry about that, that’s…that’s bad, that’s not good.”

 Tony stares back. Facade crumbling. “Why are you sick?”

 “I don’t know,” Peter says, petulantly. “It shouldn’t happen, I don’t want it to happen. It’s—it’s rare, and it just started this morning, and I’m hoping it goes away like it normally does nowadays because I don’t like it.”

 “Nobody likes being sick,” Tony says, crossing his arms over his chest. His eyes find the suit again, and Peter laughs stupidly.

 “I’m just, like, messing around,” Peter says. “You know, like, doing a couple upgrades, trying out webshooter combos—”

 “Uh huh, uh huh, maybe you should sharpen up your sixth sense because I got in here without alerting you, which is also not normal,” Tony says. He clicks his tongue. “Is that because—”

 “It’s because I’m sick—”

 They both sigh. 

 Tony is softening. “Fine,” he says. He lets out a breath, one he’s been holding since the initial reveal of this insanity. “Fine.”

 Peter raises his eyebrows, recognition flashing across his flushed face. “Aw, Tony, you were worried! You flew all the way over here because you were worried! About me!”

 Tony scoffs. “Yeah, I didn’t want your Aunt to come home to your newly dead body, because whether or not I was involved at all, it’d still be my fault.” He glances towards the window. “I better think about getting the suit in here, or at least activating stealth mode so nobody gets any ideas.”

 Peter grins at him.

 “Stop,”’ Tony says, trying not to smile.

 “I’m just glad I mean so much to you,” Peter says, smiling softly now, wistfully. “You know, that’s...that’s an accomplishment. I feel like I need to write this down. On like, my calendar, or in my diary.”

 “Uh huh,” Tony says, rolling his eyes, ignoring the diary comment. “C’mon, short stuff, let’s go make some soup and then I’ll help you destroy your suit from the inside out in a way that wouldn’t send me an alert saying you’re dead.”

 “Oh, yeah, thanks,” Peter says, trailing after him. “That would be good.”

 Tony pats him on the back, deflating a little bit when he really takes in the fact that Peter is walking around and talking, albeit through a spidery-head cold.

 Not dead. Not dead. Thank God.

 “Barring what May’s got in stock,” Tony says, leading him back into the living room and towards the kitchen. “Chicken or butternut squash?”