#bruce: i dont get paid enough for this

[phantom-0-writer]

original prompt: Gotham Academy's Mentorship Program

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table of contents

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scene 2: tim’s arch nemesis 

“Have a good day at school Masters Tim, Thomas, and Damian.” Alfred wished, as they all got out of the car. 

“Later, Alfred.” Duke waved as the car left the drop off zone.

The three of them walked together until Tim remembered the conversation from Bruce’s study. He peered over his shoulder at Damian who was trying to act nonchalant as he ditched the principal's office. Tim turned and stopped right in front of Damian ``Ohoho, and where do you think you’re going Damian?” Sneaky little plans for a sneaky little kid, huh.

“Tsk.” He rolled his eyes at being caught 

Tim smirked at him, the words hillbilly civilians echoing in his head. “Aren’t you supposed to be in the principal’s office?” 

“I was just on my way.” Damian said, trying to seem unbothered as he walked away. 

“Y’know one of these days he’s gonna snap and finally murder you.” Duke mused next to him, before they split into their separate hallways. 

“Better people than him have tried.” They shared a small laugh. Finding his usual seat in homeroom, Tim scrolled through his phone until class started. 

At the bell Ms. Kross stepped to the teacher’s podium to start the daily announcements. “Hello class, happy Wednesday.” She smiled at them, “You’re all chipper as usual,” she commented humorously to herself at the silent audience. “Well today is the day I’m sure all of you have been waiting anxiously for. Before I announce everyone’s placements after the midterms, I just want to remind you all that grades only matter so much in the grand scheme of things, and if you did not score as well as you would’ve liked, there's still time to do better.” Ms. Kross gave them the yearly pep talk, as the system booted. 

Tim had been attending Gotham Academy since the first grade, and he was familiar with the ins and outs of the system now, as opposed to the many students that often filtered in and out of the Academy. Gotham Academy is one of the best schools on this side of the coast and many affluent families would send their kids here. So naturally the Academy was incredibly competitive and so much as one point could move you from 5th place to 50th. 

The competitive atmosphere of Gotham Academy had never been too hard of a burden on Tim’s shoulder. Since grade 3 Tim has easily been placed first in his grade without so much as a sweat, no matter the amount of Robin, or Red Robin responsibilities on his shoulders. Knowing this year would be no different, Tim let his chair lean back leisurely as his other classmates sat forward in anticipation. 

“With no further ado, this year’s first place as for now is Daniel Fenton.” Yup, just like every other- Wait. 

“What?” Tim asked, the front two legs of his chair hitting the floor hard. Tim looked at the screen in disbelief, only to have his suspicions confirmed. 

“Mr. Drake, is there a problem?” Mr. Kross asked, surprised. 

“Are you sure this is right?” Tim asked incredulously pointing an accusing finger at the screen, there's no way that he- Timothy Drake - placed second?

“Yes, Mr. Drake, I assure you this sheet has been double, triple, even quadruple checked. There are no errors.” Ms. Kross smiled exasperatedly. 

Ms. Kross continued down the list of names in the class, announcing their places but Tim wasn’t paying attention. Tim glared at the spreadsheet at the front of the class, waiting for it to correct itself. But no changes were made. The name placed at the top of the list had been burned into Tim’s skull. 

Who the fuck is Daniel James Fenton? 

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Bonus:

Bruce waited his turn in the pick up line, ready to see his kids' surprise when they found out that he came to pick them up instead of Alfred. When it was finally his turn to pull up to the curb he smiled happily as Tim, Damian and Duke entered the car. 

“Surprise.” Bruce smiled at them.

“Oh, Bruce. Alfred didn’t come today?” Duke asked with a smile. 

“Nope!” He said driving into the street. “Since it’s just us today, how about we go grab ice cream?” Bruce offered, looking at his passengers in the rearview mirror. 

“Ooh ice cream after school!” Duke cheered. 

“I could appreciate some ice cream.” Damian nodded from his seat. 

“Oh how did meeting Daniel go today, Damian?” Bruce remembered. 

“It was fine. Daniel is not entirely despicable.” Bruce blinked in surprise, Damian seemed to have taken a great liking to the kid if he was already calling him by his first name, especially on day one. “Not entirely despicable” and “it was fine” in Damian-speak usually meant that he had had a phenomenal time. 

“That’s great, buddy.” Bruce turned to tell him when he stopped at a red light. “Duke, how was your Chemistry Test?” 

“It went okay, I think. We’ll just have to wait till the results come out, I guess.” Duke shrugged. 

Bruce nodded at the information. He was doing a good job. Engage, Assess, Appreciate. That’s what Dick had said. 

Tim. There was something today, he had mentioned it offhandedly. What was it? Right! The placement release. 

“Tim, how did your-”

“Shut up.” Tim seethed from the back seat. Bruce saw the irritation radiating off of him and decided that today, nor any day, would he be ready to deal with that.

“Ok.”

[discocandles]

Jason Todd, but he's not around the batfamily very often, bc i can.

It's not unusual for Jason to just kind of be gone for anything bat-esque for a while. Sure he'll still be in Gotham doing some crime fighting, but just not make many appearances in Wayne Manor/the Batcave.

And it's not out of sheer spite, surprisingly enough. its bc after being a crime lord then quitting to be an anti-hero, he came to the realization that being Red Hood couldn't be the only thing he was using his life for. he would end up like Bruce, only using a civilian identity when he absolutely had to. But Jason Todd was legally dead, so he wouldn't ever have to be a civilian, but at the cost of losing himself to a vigilante identity. I don't believe Jason would want to take that risk.

So he makes a fake identity so he can live in a (shaky) routine as a civilian. He still goes by Jason, given its a common enough name. but he changes his last name to Devoss, as it has the same meaning as todd but is of Dutch decent rather than english, bc I'm the kind of nerd that still wants names to mean the same thing even it's not the point whatsoever, so Jason is too. Plus its better than most of the name changes DC has done.

Anyway. Jason's "routine". The only reason it could be considered a routine is bc he typically goes to the same places. he drops by the same coffee shop at least three times a week, frequents the same gym, and visits the library about once a week. he's in the bare minnimum of consistency & sticks to it.

Despite being given enough money from Bruce to count as a solid income, Jason still lives in walking distance of Crime Alley. the landlords there don't care who you are so long as you pay rent, bc who wants to live near Crime Alley? barely anyone. Later he gets a job, which actually cements his routine. he works as a chef in a chain restaurant, and he's so good at it, it's like hes being petty about it.

Actually, being petty is the most common thread most of the people who know Jason Devoss as an aquaintance have. He's petty about entitled customers who start screaming in at his regular coffee stop, if someone he tends to work out with has a cheating partner and the assholeperson has a hole in thier can of mace and their knife is suddenly dull(neccessities in Gotham), Jason has no clue how someone could manage that. Absolutely none.

Ok, back to Jason getting a job. So like I said earlier, Jason gets a job as a line cook, bc they really dont keep people from the job unless you're actively supposed to be in Arkham(exemptions can be made for blackgate). Which is why having a civilian identity is helpful, bc being both legally dead and spending some time as a mob boss probably wouldn't jive with any hiring manager ever. But he's able to make himself a normal part of the scenery, and makes the most effective closing shift, totally not be he has patrol that he's already late for. He begins to have to switch between taking orders and making food.

And this is how he ends up meeting Bernard, bc they have to work together to figure out what Tim would want. Jason realizes that this isn't some other kid named Tim he thinks "oh this is going to be rich." bc no one in the family has been to his work so far since he started working in the front of house, and he hasn't mentioned it to them.

So Tim walks in, and sees his bf, then he sees Jason, who just says "Oh, you must be Bernard's boyfriend. Nice to meet you." Smiling like he's never done anything remotely wrong in his whole life. Now Tim is questioning everything and can only repond with something akin to "Mhmm yup. Nice to meet you too." & is on edge for the rest of the date, bc his brother is being paid to watch his date, and will interrupt them for refills or other nonsense when he was beginning to forget Jason was there.

Bonus points if it's before Tim introduces Bernard to the family.

The batfamily knows where he is, and he knows they know. No one who has met Batman once can have him be unaware of their whole family tree, of course he knows where his son is. Jason will sometimes get visits, most often from Duke, be despite the fact that Crime Alley is mostly terrible, the sunset view is pretty dang good.

Duke will just be sitting on his couch when he gets home, like "you wanted to talk?" to which he and Jason will simply chat. and jason will often give critiques to Duke's technique.

The other common visitor is steph, but that's most ofting in the form of her ding dong ditching him,

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[us-the-voices-and-more-voices-2]

This has been my headcannon for so long, Bruce just desperately doesn’t want anything to do with his wealth. he has more than enough to fund his Batman ways for 100 years if he budgets.

and because anyone who asks Bruce for financial help gets it everyone is like “we must protect the only good UNcorrupt man in Gotham he is so dumb we love him” and Bruce is constantly like paying for people’s groceries and college tuition and everyone is like 2 seconds from voting him mayor of Gotham.

he declines it every year.

Bruce as Batman is literally ALWAYS recommending Bruce to help out the criminals financially and to pay tuition, and they come knock on the manors door and Bruce is like “hello. here’s your money and I paid your tuition, ciao.”

And because of the hundreds of rehabilitation centers and mental healthcare facilities and infrastructure he built as an attempt to both help his dear friends (Harv and Harvey dent, Harley Quinn, poison ivy, the ventriloquist and Scarface, etc.) and the public.

Bruce got even more support, he’s basically the unofficial leader of Gotham. Everyone loves him even the jaded ones, because like Bruce honestly in their eyes makes more of an effort and impact than the American government in Gotham that they just adore him.

literally last time he was accused of being a murder or something they forget. The whole city like was protesting it, literally they couldn’t believe such a kindhearted thoughtful man could like do that. People literally came out of the woodwork recounting all the times Bruce literally leapt in to save their lives.

Wayne enterprises is so rich because the public adores it, literally mr most rich man in the world is like that because both Gotham and the world adores him, like literally people write to him via mail and social media asking for help with paying for surgeries and disability aids and housing repairs and rent. And he just is like “guys, TAKE MY MONEY I DONT WANT IT BACK PLEASE STOP BUYING STUFF FROM US PLEASE” and everyone is like “you literally gave me a life I can enjoy living NO WE ARE BUYING ALL WAYNE ENTERPRISES THINGS you pay my friends like super well and the disability benefits and parental leave and like everything is amazing”

and Bruce literally one day just hires some guys to send and organize things to help people who ask in their mail and social medias. And makes an announcement “hello. It’s me. Bruce Wayne, :facepalm emoji: can you please stop buying exclusively from Wayne enterprises. There’s millions of other local businesses that need that support you guys give us, please go buy local food from restaurants or something I can’t deal with all this support and love and money I just want to lie down I haven’t slept in 3 days.” And everyone continues to buy Wayne enterprises stuff, and local businesses stuff.

Bruce just concedes, and just starts donating to other charities around the world for all sorts of things mostly environmental issues and disaster relief. Still raking in money.

at some point Bruce introduces a scheme where a hundred percent of the profits made from Wayne enterprises goes to charity for 3 years. Because Wayne enterprises is that rich.

PEOPLE SEND BRUCE MONEY AS THANKS, Bruce humbly accepts it and then proceeds to give it but everyone is just like “we love you thank you for you for helping us all! Take this 100,000$ as thanks!”

and Bruce just has to like accept that half the world adores him and would literally die for him, he hates every moment.

Plot armor but it’s Bruce Wayne’s wealth.

Bruce is one of the richest men in the world. Bruce does not want to be one of the richest men in world.

He starts by implementing high starting salaries and full health care coverages for all levels at Wayne Enterprises. This in vastly improves retention and worker productivity, and WE profits soar. He increases PTO, grants generous parental and family leave, funds diversity initiatives, boosts salaries again. WE is ranked “#1 worker-friendly corporation”, and productively and profits soar again.

Ok, so clearly investing his workers isn’t the profit-destroying doomed strategy his peers claim it is. Bruce is going to keep doing it obviously (his next initiative is to ensure all part-time and contractors get the same benefits and pay as full time employees), but he is going to have to find a different way to dump his money.

But you know what else is supposed to be prohibitively expensive? Green and ethical initiatives. Yes, Bruce can do that. He creates and fund a 10 year plan to covert all Wayne facilities to renewable energy. He overhauls all factories to employ the best environmentally friendly practices and technologies. He cuts contracts with all suppliers that engage in unethical employment practices and pays for other to upgrade their equipment and facilities to meet WE’s new environmental and safety requirements. He spares no expense.

Yeah, Wayne Enterprises is so successful that they spin off an entire new business arm focused on helping other companies convert to environmentally friendly and safe practices like they did in an efficient, cost effective, successful way.

Admittedly, investing in his own company was probably never going to be the best way to get rid of his wealth. He slashes his own salary to a pittance (god knows he has more money than he could possibly know what to do with already) and keeps investing the profits back into the workers, and WE keeps responding with nearly terrifying success.

So WE is a no-go, and Bruce now has numerous angry billionaires on his back because they’ve been claiming all these measures he’s implementing are too expensive to justify for decades and they’re finding it a little hard to keep the wool over everyone’s eyes when Idiot Softheart Bruice Wayne has money spilling out his ears. BUT Bruce can invest in Gotham. That’ll go well, right?

Gotham’s infrastructure is the OSHA anti-Christ and even what little is up to code is constantly getting destroyed by Rogue attacks. Surely THAT will be a money sink.

Except the only non-corrupt employer in Gotham city is….Wayne Enterprises. Or contractors or companies or businesses that somehow, in some way or other, feed back to WE. Paying wholesale for improvement to Gotham’s infrastructure somehow increases WE’s profits.

Bruce funds a full system overhaul of Gotham hospital (it’s not his fault the best administrative system software is WE—he looked), he sets up foundations and trusts for shelters, free clinics, schools, meal plans, day care, literally anything he can think of.

Gotham continues to be a shithole. Bruce Wayne continues to be richer than god against his Batman-ingrained will.

Oh, and Bruice Wayne is no longer viewed as solely a spoiled idiot nepo baby. The public responds by investing in WE and anything else he owns, and stop doing this, please.

Bruce sets up a foundation to pay the college tuition of every Gotham citizen who applies. It’s so successful that within 10 years, donations from previous recipients more than cover incoming need, and Bruce can’t even donate to his own charity.

But by this time, Bruce has children. If he can’t get rid of his wealth, he can at least distribute it, right?

Except Dick Grayson absolutely refuses to receive any of his money, won’t touch his trust fund, and in fact has never been so successful and creative with his hacking skills as he is in dumping the money BACK on Bruce. Jason died and won’t legally resurrect to take his trust fund. Tim has his own inherited wealth, refuses to inherit more, and in fact happily joins forces with Dick to hack accounts and return whatever money he tries to give them. Cass has no concept of monetary wealth and gives him panicked, overwhelmed eyes whenever he so much as implies offering more than $100 at once. Damian is showing worrying signs of following in his precious Richard’s footsteps, and Babs barely allows him to fund tech for the Clocktower. At least Steph lets him pay for her tuition and uses his credit card to buy unholy amounts of Batburger. But that is hardly a drop in the ocean of Bruce’s wealth. And she won’t even accept a trust fund of only one million.

Jason wins for best-worst child though because he currently runs a very lucrative crime empire. And although he pours the vast, vast majority of his profits back into Crime Alley, whenever he gets a little too rich for his tastes, he dumps the money on Bruce. At this point, Bruce almost wishes he was being used for money laundering because then he’s at least not have the money.

So children—generous, kindhearted, stubborn till the day they die the little shits, children—are also out.

Bruce was funding the Justice League. But then finances were leaked, and the public had an outcry over one man holding so much sway over the world’s superheroes (nevermind Bruce is one of those superheroes—but the public can’t know that). So Bruce had to do some fancy PR trickery, concede to a policy of not receiving a majority of funds from one individual, and significantly decrease his contributions because no one could match his donations.

At his wits end, Bruce hires a team of accounts to search through every crinkle and crevice of tax law to find what loopholes or shortcuts can be avoided in order to pay his damn taxes to the MAX.

The results are horrifying. According to the strictest definition of the law, the government owes him money.

Bruce burns the report, buries any evidence as deeply as he can, and organizes a foundation to lobby for FAR higher taxation of the upper class.

All this, and Wayne Enterprises is happily chugging along, churning profit, expanding into new markets, growing in the stock market, and trying to force the credit and proportionate compensation on their increasingly horrified CEO.

Bruce Wayne is one of the richest men in the world. Bruce Wayne will never not be one of the richest men in the world.

But by GOD is he trying.

[teddyniffler]

Dont Leave me

Chapter 2

Sam was led from the SWORD reception room and out into a maze of corridors, the man then stopped by a pair of double doors, the glass was frosted out with the SWORD logo. He opened the door for Sam to walk though. Sam wasn’t sure what he was seeing. The room was large, filled with various machines and tables. The back walls held various cabinets, filled with glass vials, many colours and sizes with various warning signs over each. He couldn’t see Bucky anywhere.

“Where is he?” Sam went to ask the man, however he was alone. Sam scanned the room to make sure, but Bucky was not here. What was going on? Dread filled Sam, making him panic which he never did, he always remained calm in stressful situations. “Bucky?” He asked “He’s in there” Came a voice from behind Sam. A voice he knew well. Sam turned around, he didn’t notice somebody had come in behind him.

By the door was Bruce Banner. Sam had never been happier to see another Avenger. Banner looked him over, his eyes resting on his face. “Are you ok Sam?” He asked, “Your head, has anybody looked at that?” Sam had forgotten the cut on his head, it didn’t hurt much now, but he wondered how bad it must have looked for Banner to bring it up. “Where’s Bucky?” He asked. “In here” Banner repeated, he walked over to one of the machines, it looked like a large metal container with two lights running down both sides. Sam swallowed, he looked over at Banner who was monitoring something on a small screen at the end of the machine. Sam couldn’t see Bucky at all, was he dying and this box was keeping him alive like a life support? Was he already dead and SWORD were running tests on him?

Despair flooded Sam. Bucky was his friend, Bucky relied on him as his partner and now because of him, Bucky was dying. His heart was beating fast, why was so much responsibility always placed upon his shoulders? He always failed to protect those closest to him and his dearest always paid the price for his incompetence. He wasn’t good enough, or strong, or fast enough to save anybody. Not Riley, not Nat, not Vision, not Bucky. Sam leaned against the machine, he was feeling wobbly and lightheaded, he placed a hand onto his head as a sudden heat raced cross his body, for a moment he felt like he was going to be sick as nausea settled in. He really wished he had that water now. “Sam?” Banner’s voice sounded muffled, a headache had set in and pressure pumped into Sam’s ears to match his heart rate. “-Fine” Sam muttered. “Okay, let’s get you a seat and some water. I’m going to get somebody to look at your head” Banner carefully placed a hand under Sam’s arms.

He radioed in and in moments a SWORD worker was leading Sam to a room with a couch to sit on. They give him water as they did basic tests to see if Sam had a concussion, he was now going dizzy, with tingling in his fingers. Perhaps the blast had hit him harder than he had first realised. Then an unexplained fear gripped him, as if something had really scared him. He didn’t understand where this had come from, it was the exact same feeling he had battling Thanos or fleeing the SHIELD building as it fell down around him. He could barely sit still, his heart pounding as every nerve in Sam’s body screamed at him to panic. Everything looking too sharp and too bright, he covered his eyes for a moment and found the building around him was suddenly too loud, he could hear footsteps outside the room echoing in his head. He was having an anxiety attack, they frequently visited him after Riley’s death, Sam tried to calm himself down by taking slow breaths.

“I’m fine” Sam said to the SWORD agents with him as they tried to shine another light into his eyes. He was tired after coming down from his heightened state, all he wanted was to see for his own eyes that Bucky was alive. “Just a panic attack” Sam explained “I need to see my friend” It was half an hour later they finally let Sam go and by this point he was going out of his mind. He was taken to a different room; this one was a private room with a bed. Frosted glass offered privacy, while in the middle was the SWORD logo. These people sure loved their glass, Sam thought to himself. The SWORD agent handed Sam a radio and showed him how to call in if he needed anything or if he himself felt unwell again, and then she left him. Sam turned to the bed, Bucky was laying there, and he looked -

He looked fine. Sam’s mouth opened. He looked at Bucky again, expecting to see the wounds, but there was nothing there, there wasn’t so much as a scratch on him. All his wounds were gone, his skin was back to its normal pale shade, there was no blistered skin, no angry sores. The only pink in Bucky’s skin was the normal blush of colour he always got when sleeping. His eyelids were closed, and his chest rose and fell slowly. They had dressed him in a white t-shirt with the SWORD logo on it, something Sam hated at once.

There was a monitor on his finger, with gentle bleeping going off every few seconds. Sam looked at it, it told him Bucky was breathing and his heart was beating. It was everything Sam needed to know. The IV was gone, Sam didn’t know if that was a good sign or not. “Buck?” Sam asked, unsure. There was no response, Bucky carried on sleeping. He wasn’t dead, but he wasn’t exactly conscious either. Sam pulled a chair to the bed and sat down as close to Bucky as he could get. He hesitated for a second, debating on if he should, but then curiosity got the better of him, he reached over to touch Bucky’s cheek. His skin felt warm and soft, Sam was sure Bucky hadn’t shaved in a day or two, but his skin was ultra-smooth now.

Bucky looked no different than what he did this morning, simply sleeping by Sam’s side, as they often did to keep Bucky’s nightmares away. Sam often teased Bucky without thinking, the way Bucky was in the mornings when Sam’s alarm had gone off, yet Bucky was still trying to sleep, only for Sam to feel bad when he realised Bucky had been awake all night from a bad dream. Other times Sam would tickle Bucky’s eyelashes until he woke and rolled over in annoyance that made Sam laugh more, a few weeks ago he called Redwing down into the bed just to watch Bucky snarl at him. Bucky would have his revenge on Sam by carefully lifting his pyjama top without Sam noticing and ‘accidently’ placing his vibranium arm against Sam’s back to make him wince at the cold, once even placing the arm in the bed by Sam’s feet to terrify Sam in the morning. They were like brothers, sometimes hitting the other with a pillow during the night for some prank the other had pulled, followed by giggling, they tried not to laugh as they called the other childish.

Looking at Bucky now, Sam thought he looked lonely in there by himself. Did Bucky know he was there right now by his side, that he wasn’t alone in an unknown place? Sam reached for Bucky’s hand, he lifted it carefully so he wouldn’t displace the monitor and held it. Perhaps he couldn’t reach Bucky right now, but he still wanted Bucky to know he wasn’t alone. Sitting in silence, with only the bleeps was driving Sam insane. If Bucky could hear, no doubt it would drive him crazy too. “I never told you about Riley, did I?” Sam asked him to break the silence of the room “I told Steve about him, but I guess you don’t know. Riley was my friend back when I was doing pararescue, you would have loved him, he was a total idiot like you, and you would’ve butted heads so badly. He cared for people a lot, he was brave, often throwing himself into every job he could because it meant more people would be saved. We served together since I first joined, he also had the Falcon wings, me and him did the missions deemed too dangerous or impossible for the other teams. Then one night we were given a routine job, go in, extract our person and come out again. It was so simple, but it went wrong and Riley didn’t make it. It could have easily been me; he was slightly ahead of me and an RPG came up and hit his side, took out his wings and his pack. I don’t know if he died in the air or if he died when he fell, but I couldn’t save him in time. I was too slow to react”

Sam blinked, tears had formed in his eyes.

“Do you remember a few weeks back when you woke up from that really bad nightmare, you almost screamed the house down and woke the kids, and I stayed up with you until the morning, keeping you calm every time you got upset. You asked me how I did it. Well I knew because one time that was me. I had terrible nightmares about Riley for months after it happened. I wouldn’t sleep because I was so scared to dream. I drank a lot, way too much. I wouldn’t eat and in the end I quit the pararescue squad. Sarah was scared for me as I wasn’t handling it well, in truth I was trying to run from my feelings. I didn’t want to even think about it, never mind talk.

Sarah made me come back home so she could keep an eye on me, made appointments for me to have counselling, she would drive me there herself and pick me up after just to make sure I went. It took ages to pick myself back up, I started volunteering at a therapy group for veterans, once I seen the difference they did to people, I started training. I wanted to help people who were not ok, to make a difference. If I could just help somebody survive another day and to carry on, somehow I would feel better, that the guilt I’ve felt since Riley died would go away. I still get nightmares sometimes, but not so bad, I have better coping methods now, if I get a bad one, I go for a run and that’s how I met Steve. I was out running early one morning around the National Mall in DC. If I hadn’t had a nightmare that morning, I would never have met Steve, never would have met you”

Sam sniffed, he rubbed his face with his free hand. He didn’t mean to get emotional, but he had never spoken so much about Riley in a long time. Bucky’s finger twitched in Sam’s hand. Sam looked down at it. Maybe talking to Bucky was helping. “I know that you’ve been missing Steve. Hell, I know I am not Steve, I’m just the friend of the friend you miss, but I also miss him too. There’s not really anybody I can talk to about Steve, as I don’t want to upset you and nobody else knew him as much as we did. He gave me a sense of purpose back, everything I have now is because I went out on a run that morning and met Steve Rogers. I have you because of Steve, he brought us together in ways you still don’t know, I don’t think Steve told you, but it was me who was looking for you, Steve asked me to when he learned you were alive. We were meant to be together, you and me. I honestly care for you Buck. I will never tell you this when you’re awake, but you give me strength. Without you, I would never have taken up the title of Captain America, I would’ve just let Walker keep that shield, but you showed me why it can only be me who can be Captain America. You believed in me and seen something within me, that I can’t see for myself, but you can and that is all that matters to me. All those people who judge me on my skin colour, I can take all their looks, their muttering, but only if you’re here by my side. Truth is I need you Bucky. I keep you calm when you’re upset, you give me strength when I have doubt. My nephews love you. Sarah considers you part of the family. Everybody back home has accepted you as one of us. I have already lost so many people. Riley. Steve. Natasha. Tony. My parents. My TT. I don’t even know where Wanda is right now, if she’s even ok. I don’t want to add your name to the list of people I’ve lost, so I need you to wake up”

Tears flowed freely from Sam’s eyes, he used his t-shirt to dry his face. He was still holding Bucky’s hand. He closed his eyes for a moment and took a shaky breath. Bucky’s fingers twitched again, but Sam didn’t open his eyes. It was just a reflex, Sam thought, a movement made in sleep. Sam couldn’t look at Bucky just yet, he wanted to say something right now, while Bucky was still here. He needed to say this now, because if he didn’t and Bucky didn’t make it, the regret would eat away at him for the rest of his life. Under normal circumstances, Sam would never have the courage to say this to Bucky, but now was the time. Before it was too late to tell him at all. “Whatever happens, I want you to know I am so happy we met. I never thought I could have another friendship like what I had with Riley. Our friendship is different though, I need to come clean about something, two things. When we first met, you were controlled by Hydra and Steve was determined that you could be saved, he believed the Bucky he once knew was still in there somewhere, even when you were framed for the murder of King T'Chaka and the others, he believed in you and wanted to do the best thing for you” Sam took a deep breath.

“I didn’t and I am so sorry Buck. I doubted that you could come back, but Steve never did, yet I trusted Steve so I went along and helped him save you from that hit squad. Steve was the reason I was there and there was part of me that even tried to talk him out of helping you. You don’t need to hear this, but I need to tell you. I was wrong and I hope you’ll forgive me. I also need to tell you something else and it’s that… It’s that I love you Bucky. I don’t know in what way I love you, as in a brother, a friend or something more, but I love you… I love you and I want to tell you that to your stupid face one day, so just wake up okay?”.

Sam let the tears come now, he stopped rubbing them away as there were too many to stop. He was shaking and he placed his hand over his mouth to stop any noise. He thought he felt Bucky’s fingers tighten on his own, but he wasn’t sure if he had imagined it. It was so unfair that everything was taken away from him once he felt happy. First it was his freedom and going on the run, then his very being was taken away. His friends died before he could say goodbye, his family home and boat almost sold away, he had missed his nephews growing up and now the universe wanted to take away the person he loved. Sam was taking a deep breath, trying to calm his sobs when there was a quite tap at the door and it opened. Banner walked in with a small polite smile which vanished the second he seen the state Sam was in.

“Sam?” He asked in concern “Are you okay? What’s wrong?” Sam couldn’t answer him. Banner came over slowly and put his hand on Sam’s shoulder “Is this about your friend?” Banner asked. Sam let out another sob. He couldn’t help it. “I understand, it’s hard to see people you care about in so much pain. When I heard about Nat, I – I just hope she didn’t suffer. I know what happened to your friend was a shock, but he’s going to be fine Sam, there’s no lasting damage, both internal and external damage were fully healed back there in the Regeneration Cradle. That’s the thing he was in, before you joined the team, a smaller version of that machine fixed up Barton and he’s fine now. We gave Bucky something to make him sleep as he was waking up and was in pain, he’s due to come around any moment, the drug doesn’t last long, I was just coming in to check on him as some patients can feel a little sick when coming around” Sam sat there numbly.

“What?” Sam asked, finally finding his voice. Banner leaned across Bucky and started touching his face, lifting his eyelids to shine a small light into his eyes. He was helping Bucky to wake up and as Sam watched, Bucky’s head moved slightly. “You mean he’s not dy- He’s waking up…?” Sam asked “Yes. His response here means he’s responding to touch, his pupils are also dilating, he’s conscious Sam. Talk to him, he’ll hear you. It will reassure him that there’s somebody here who he knows” Banner smiled reassuring at Sam and touched his shoulder again “He can hear me talking?” Sam asked quietly “Yes” Banner replied, “Maybe not fully, as he’s still very out of it, but yes he can hear you” Sam stared at the wall in horror. He didn’t actually mean for Bucky to hear his confession. He said far too much. He remembered feeling Bucky’s hand move in his own, and his stomach dropped like a stone. How much did Bucky hear? “Look” Banner smiled warmly, misreading Sam’s expression of horror as worry. He nodded towards Bucky. “His eyes have opened. I’ll leave you two alone, I don’t wish for him to get overwhelmed, if he feels sick there’s some trays in the drawer over there, anything too bad just radio, I’m only in the lab so I’m close if you need me” Sam still sat looking at the wall. He was mortified. He looked at Bucky’s face shyly.

He had opened his heart to Bucky believing him dying and now Banner was saying Bucky could have heard everything he said. Bucky’s blue eyes were fluttering open. He tried to open them fully and they closed again, as Sam watched he opened them again, looking at the room without really seeing things. He was looking up at the ceiling and even over Sam a few times, making Sam blush. Then Bucky’s eyes seemed to focus, those blue eyes met Sam’s and they held for a second. “-Am?” He mumbled. His eyes fluttered closed again. All of Sam’s embarrassment disappeared. He didn’t care if Bucky heard, just seeing him awake made everything better. Bucky’s eyes opened again “Sam” He said again, he looked dazed but this time he smiled. He looked totally out of it. Sam felt tears trickle down his face. Was he crying because he was happy? “You always make things weird” Sam told him quietly. “Mmm?” Bucky of course didn’t understand what Sam meant. He opened his mouth but didn’t say anything. He started dosing off to sleep before waking again with mumbled noises. Sam sat there watching him slowly come around fully as the drugs wore off. Bucky seemed to come more and more alert as the seconds went by. Sam sat wondering if he could get away with never talking about this to Bucky ever, he wondered if he should ask Scott Lang for a time travel favour, because he felt like sinking through the floor.

“Great, let’s go” Bucky smiled to Sam. He had been given one last check over by Banner, the only person he trusted to check him over, everybody else he became uncooperative. Bucky give the blinding white room a dark look and Sam knew why, it was too bright, SWORD really needed to tone it down, the screens over the welcome desk were now doing a special on animal and pet ownership disputes caused by the Blip and Sam pretended to be interested in it while waiting for a Quinjet to take him and Bucky to DC, they were going to talk to Sharon about her intel. In Sam’s mind, he could see this trip being awkward and embarrassing. He looked over at Bucky without Bucky seeing, how much did Bucky hear? Did he even hear anything? Was he simply worrying about nothing? Bucky was being his normal self, uncomfortable in government settings and slightly anxious around so many agents who would recognise him as the Winter Soldier, he kept looking out of the glass to see if their ride had arrived as if he wanted to escape the building. Sam automatically reached over and touched his arm to ease him. There was nothing in his behaviour that told Sam he had heard or remembered anything.

While Bucky was being checked over by Banner, Sam gave a quick report about the destroyed building. He mentioned a suspicion he had, which formed in his mind after Bucky fell asleep again. He hoped he was wrong, but he wanted to report on his suspicions early just in case anything came out of it. Their visit with Sharon would confirm his suspicions either way. Now waiting to go visit Sharon, Sam decided he would ask his friend outright. “Hey Bucky? Do you remember anything about what happened?” Sam asked carefully “Just loads of heat” Bucky replied, “Beats freezing on the ice I guess” He smiled sadly, then pulled a face that tried to look like he was making a throw away comment, he did this a lot when talking about his past, Sam knew it was a coping method. Sam nodded.

He breathed. It didn’t seem like Bucky had heard anything at all. Sam almost felt giddy. He had told Bucky his truest feelings and naturally that idiot had slept through it all. Sam grinned, he tried not to laugh as that would get Bucky’s attention for sure. It was the heat of the moment, his emotions linked to almost losing Bucky had contributed to him opening up and revealing his most vulnerable moments and feelings, but Bucky was fine, he was right in front of him, searching the sky for their ride. “Finally!” Bucky reached over and touched Sam’s arm, which snapped him out of his thoughts “Our flight is here” “Ah yeah!” Sam said, he turned back to look at the seats he was sitting at earlier, those were his dark moments he never wanted to relive again.

Outside, the wind blew into Sam’s shortly cut hair as he and Bucky made their way to the Quinjet. Bucky was still wearing the SWORD t-shirt and some sweatpants they had dressed him in, he had been looking at them and Sam just knew they weren’t to his taste at all. Sam had promised when they got to DC, he would take Bucky to pick up some skinny jeans and a too small top, it was the least he could do after Bucky saved his life. Bucky opened his mouth and closed it, he looked sideways at Sam when they reached the ramp going into the Quinjet. “Sam. He’ll be proud of you, the man you’ve become” Bucky said. He looked uneasy but his words were genuine. Sam stopped “Sorry?” Sam asked, his heart pounding suddenly. “Riley” Bucky said carefully “He would be proud of you, so would Steve and the others. They believed in you too, they all did. You never let them down” So he did hear after all.

Sam didn’t know what to say. Should he explain he was in shock and didn’t know what he was saying? If Bucky heard about Riley and at Sam’s feelings of doubt, what else did he hear? Should he say something to Bucky, or would that just make things weird between them? It could complicate their relationship if Sam had misread the situation between him and Bucky and if Bucky didn’t feel that way for him- Bucky placed his hand on Sam’s shoulder, right at the top near his neck. His touch was warm and gentle, and Sam looked into his friend’s face, into those steel blue eyes that were somehow warm and full of life after a lifetime of imprisonment and torture. For a moment, he and Bucky just looked at each other, neither knowing how to begin. Once they were asked to do this, and they both turned it into a childish staring contest between each other, now however they both did it seriously, without being asked.

They looked each other in the eyes for real, maybe for the first time ever. Two friends, born generations apart, but who had somehow found each other. Two souls that were just meant to be together. Not even being forced on to opposite sides could have stopped them from being here this day. They both needed each other and they both knew it. Sam reached over and touched Bucky’s shoulder. “I’m so happy you’re alive” Sam said to him. “Me too” Bucky nodded “Sam, it wasn’t just luck or good timing. The reason you’re Captain America, it’s because you’re a good man ” Bucky smiled. He reached over with his vibranium hand and touched Sam’s free hand.

“You asked for my forgiveness because you didn’t think I was worth saving, but I didn’t believe I was worth saving either a few years back, I even told Steve I wasn’t worth it. Don’t beat yourself up over not believing in me, I didn’t believe in me either, I was so lost. Even in Wakanda, I was alone and- I’m not going to leave you, ever. Don’t feel like you’re alone, you’re not, I’m here for you, any time you need me… I’m not just your friend because you were Steve’s friend. I am your friend because I- I like you too. I’m with you forever, we’re partners remember” Was that tear in Bucky’s eyes? He finished talking and he looked away from Sam for a second. Yes those were definitely tears Sam could see. “We’re co-workers” Sam corrected him. “Yes, co-workers.” Bucky nodded. He smiled now, he blinked the tears away. His eyes were so watery Sam felt bad for making him upset.

Sam took this all in, how could he even reply to what Bucky said, how could he even tell Bucky what all of this meant to him, there was no words for how he was feeling, so he did the only thing he knew. He put his arms around Bucky and hugged him, Bucky did the same. They didn’t need words to tell the other how they felt. Sam knew it now; Bucky had heard everything he had said and this idiot had just been waiting for a time to let Sam know in his own way. This is what Sam liked about him. However, Sam just wanted to double check, to make sure. “Just out of curiosity…how much did you hear?” Sam asked, wondering if Bucky would come clean.

Bucky shrugged and pulled a face he normally did when he was avoiding telling the truth. Sam knew that look a mile away. “Just about Riley. I fell back asleep after that, sorry. Did you say anything important?” He boldly lied to Sam’s face. “Nope” Sam lied back too. “I was just chilling, you know, enjoying some quite time for a change, didn’t have the annoying bionic staring machine talking away. It was kind of like my miracle world” “Ah good!” Bucky nodded “So Sharon?” “Sharon” Sam nodded “Something’s shady about her, let me know what you think after we talk to her” “Will do” Bucky started walking into the Quinjet and Sam watched him walking up the ramp. He smiled. Damn that guy. “Com’on Sam!” Bucky called out from inside. Sam laughed. He shook his head and grinned. “Coming” Sam shouted to him.

Something had happened between him and Bucky now, he felt closer to Bucky. He had shared his deepest emotions with him. He knew Bucky had heard everything and Bucky had accepted him. They both knew each other in their best and worst moments and they both loved each other for it. Sam walked in to find Bucky already sitting down waiting for Sam to join him, Sam smiled and went to sit next to him. Bucky yawned which Sam thought was rich of him, considering he’d been napping all day. Sam took out his damaged Redwing and got to work fixing him as Bucky started dozing next to him, after a while he felt Bucky leaning on him slightly. “Hey Sam” Bucky mumbled “Yeah?” Sam asked, loading up Redwing’s operating system.

Bucky paused, he waited a little, then spoke. “How you feel about me. We can figure it out together, we have plenty of time.” Sam nodded “We can” Bucky then slept with his head leaning slightly on Sam’s shoulder. Sam finished loading Redwing back up and watched as his little winged bot took flight. It hovered in the air for a moment before landing back in Sam’s hands. Smiling, Sam placed his fixed friend on the seat next to him to charge its batteries. Then he leaned his head against Bucky’s. Yes, Bucky could lean on him, but now Sam knew he could lean on Bucky too, literal, and figurative. “I hate you” Sam whispered to him. Bucky had started snoring. He smiled. The universe wasn’t taking Bucky from him. Not today. Not ever.

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UPDATED 2/22/2024 10:27 PM with italicized section in particular, towards bottom

You ever have a conversation with someone, and they tell you, "let them speak first," and they start saying untrue/accusatory things, where, then, you have to interrupt, otherwise rendering everyones time useless?

have U ever spoken 2 some1, recounting a past argument, where they said U were "hyper" in place of "frustrated"? Sometimes diction can paintAn entirelyDifferent context/picture. "Hyper" implies some1 without self control, spewing nonsense. "Frustrated" implies some justification.

With Batman Beyond ( #BatmanBeyond ) , I remember its debut when I was younger. Unlike some of the CGI Batman series on MAX, the old stuff was gold. I liked the time travel twists with future Static Shock, or the twist at the end, where it turns out Terry McGinnis is Bruce's son.

I realize The Beatles ( #TheBeatles #Beatles ) are such a favorite among people because the lyrics to their songs are catchy and fun enough for everyone to just sing along. Kind of like "We will rock you."

#WhenTheGoingGetsRough Nikki Haley ( #Nikki #Haley #NikkiHaley ) , as the tough, gets going. She is eloquent & sharper,among all running. U don't need another test or State of the Union ( #StateOfTheUnion ) I elaborate in my Tumblr blog post, below:

Text comparison tools, like Free WinMerge (or paid counterparts) allow people 2 compare 2 separate texts & files, side by side, 4 differences b/w them. Say U have a website that's frequently updated. U can highlight differences from original text w/this. https://winmerge.org/?lang=en

U know whats comical about swastika painters on Jewish temples? It's because it's actually an Indian/Hindu symbol 4 good fortune. In India, people mark houses with this symbol. Hitler/Nazis distorted meaning. The Aryans? Actually Northern Indians. 1000 year Reich? From the 1000 yr reign of a Hindu avatar. Hitler, the guy who wasn't even blonde hair/blue eyed just took concepts from another group of people and their religion.

Ive often wondered if Earth is cosmically special by God thru creation as said in Genesis. Many planets don't have moons. It influences ourBehavior b/c of water composition. Constellations coincide w/human personalities. Is Earth unique 4testing human character 4 salvation?-

-EarthPeople look different-whether it's British, Chinese/etc. Ive wondered if theres a British planet, anAfrican planet, etc. Every1 has a creation/flood story, where a non-human entity selects/warns select-few. Like seedingAmerica w/differentCultures but on a planetaryScale.-

-America-Its like some1 cosmicallySignificant wanted2 C if different looking people could come 2gether & C individuals 4internal aspects like intellect&personality. Like experiment from a federationOfPlanets- AmericanRevolution succeeded inIndependence underUnlikelyCircumstances.

w/America fighting great odds 2 come 2 form, I dont agree w/Trump's GestapoStyleDeportation of illegals w/military or his separation of parentsFromChildren. Military should be used 2 patrol heavy illegal areas 4 order. Dont agree w/Nazi style Alabama nitrogenGas executions.-

military deportation of illegals seems 2 be Trump's ploy of targeting rage/hatred part of admirable fire of his followers. U'll get cheers & approvals, but America being America needs 2 walk hard path of compassion & work arounds like a stone border wall. Defense, not offense.

We need 2 look @ content of people's characters. Pronouns R 2-3 letter words. Person's character?= something invisible/powerful/magical. That said, I don't get Y people get worked up over pronouns or stone border wall ideas. Whats bad about a stone wall? wall=job opportunity, in terms of building and if you can make it into - I'm going to say it - a tourist attraction like the Chinese Great Wall.

when it comes 2 abortion & question of when life begins, as brought up again w/Alabama 's perspective on frozen embryos, we need 2 treat question of "when life begins" on a granular level. It's not when a clonable body is born, but when a mind, a soul, a personality is born. A body is a vessel for the immortal soul, the very Breath of Life from God, as given to Adam.

If we can take the THC out of marijuana for legal consumer use, I wish they'd do something about the smell. Maybe that's the illegal marijuana? I don't know, never smoked it...but the smell is recognizable and now common in parking lots, outside stores, in neighborhoods...

Guardians of the Galaxy ( #GuadiansOfTheGalaxy ) is a feel good movie about family/friend/adventure I can watch again & again on cable. It isn't explicitly playful or innocent, or tries as hard like in Thor: Love & Thunder . Can't wait till Avengers 5 or whichever number is next.

how many plane parts are coming off, and how many subway trains & regular trains have recently been derailed? Is it because of increased drug use or various brain dampening instigators that's causing carelessness that leads to these accidents and, additionally, violent behaviors?

Life is like a game of Super Monkey Ball ( #SuperMonkeyBall #MonkeyBall ) #WednesdayMotivation #WednesdayThought ... its about creating walls 4 our life, 4 us 2 ball back on when trials/tribulations of living strike. ideaExtended in Tumblr blog postBelow:

insteadOf military massDeportation of illegals In USA, Y notUse army @ border 4 increasedManPower? #StopProblemAtSource & stop future illegals. Venezuela? UseArmy 2Help w/political unrest. Syria/Turkey? Work w/Mexico 2 stopAirTravel, otherwise now their population.Use #Diplomacy.

8th Amendment Cruel & Unusual Punishment “Excessive bail shallNot B required, nor excessiveFines imposed, nor cruel&unusual punishmentsInflicted.” Like $355 million 4 Trump fraud or $148 million 4 Guliani defamation case. How much is enough, 4restitution & resultingLifeOfLuxury.

Average salary 4 American w/college degree is $50,000/$100,000 4 others. Trumps $355 million loss/Guliani’s $148 million is revenge money not justice. America isMore justice, Id expect. Sounds like something Russia does w/LA American ballerina, w/life imprisonment 4 $51 donation.

Fraud prosecution penalty against Trump is abusive. -no harm done 2 any1, although rooted in deceit- price of lying on figures is not 1/2 a billion dollars=Clear vendetta. Against 8th Amendment. Not as Navalny. More like Russia giving imprisonment 2 L.A. female 4 $51 donation.

Biden energy policy,risk 3000+ jobs. coat/non-renewableEnergySources notSustainable I.e. causesDamage 2PlanetUr children/grandchildren http://live.New energyPolicies shouldCome inStages: 1.alertPublic onPolicy 2.slowlyPhase outJobs, whileProvidingTraining 4greenerJobs.-

When Biden's energy policies take away jobs, it becomes chess piece the opposing party will try 2 move 2 win an election. They'll say we're bringing back jobs. If they win, next administration just undoes what previous administration did-this political back & forth b/w them. So, with energy policies taking away jobs, don't just abruptly pull the plug.

Boeing has some parts made by subcontractors, some parts shipped from Malaysia. Page from Apples book? B/c hardware&software from same company, they make functionally stabile machines. Need to make it cheaper 2 localize/centralize American manufacturing.

MacBooks R a luxury w/unwanted headaches…not like standard Windows features people accustomed to. Need 2 relearn laptop. Docks/software/accessories specific 2 Mac more expensive. 4multi-monitor limitation on MacBooks while windows notebooks have 5, = another limitation of Mac.

Another limitation of another #Apple product: the Apple Watch , (#AppleWatch #iWatch) is how you can scroll/slide thru a song on #iPhone ( iPhone ) but not Music app/Spotify on iWatch. At least allow skip capability with the iWatch bezel...

Apple hardware infused w/ Microsoft Windows features w/Linux fused terminal/command prompt or compatible commands ( 'mkdir' 'ls' etc.)...a melding of these vendors would produce such an awesome machine if allowed to work with cross platform software/accessories...time 4 unity...

I wasn't a fan of how Doctor Strange ( #DoctorStrange ) took Tom Holland 's ( #TomHolland ) universe's memory of him being Spider-Man ( #Spiderman Spiderman ). It was also sad how, in Disney+ 's ( #Disney ), What If ( #WhatIf WhatIf) series, he was made 2 be the ultimate villain.

I sympathize with Israel. But while so much attention goes to a music festival and the infamous Kibbutz Bei Rei, people don't realize that because of the actions of a few: Hamas, over 20,000 Palestinians have died. North and South of Gaza has been decimated. Electricity has been cut, food is short, shelter is scarce. When I see it, I write it.

I sympathize with Israel. But while so much attention goes to a music festival and the infamous Kibbutz Bei Rei, people don't realize that because of the actions of a few: Hamas, over 20,000 Palestinians have died. I think-don’t quote me- more Palestinians died than Israelis and the bulk of the coverage in Israel centers around those two events, where horrible things like rapes did occur. But North and South of Gaza has been decimated. In Gaza, Electricity has been cut, food is short, shelter is scarce, disease is spreading/people are dying. You’re also creating future enemies because of hardship.

I do not mean to put pressure on one candidate over another, but we need someone sharp, and able to finish sentences and perspectives, without making up words like “big-ly” (the English language is deteriorating). The sharp individual implied is Nikki Haley, or someone equally good, who measures to the bar of hard work she set.

There is a degradation of culture in  western world: I’m not 1 to call himself religious, but I believe & have insight…I have respect for these practices. A Commandment: Don’t Use My Name in Vain- outta respect, should avoid rhetoric like [Jesus] F* [Christ] or [Holy] f* [God]-

-Y blame God 4 ur’s or other’s choices? God didn’t cause my decade long situation. People did,& their enablers. Nature of existence defined in literal/figurative Adam/Eve story. 4 a bad choice, toil on earth was the punishment.We have power to choose & responsibility of choices.-

- Fate is the framework of our existence. It’s what we are born into. The framework says where the floor and ceiling are. Destiny is how high or low we “choose” to go within the framework of fate.- some people work hard to go above the ceiling.

Our souls(minds) R a chariotDriver, driving Horses that R our emotions/feelings/commitments, inFormOf thought/speech/action. On #SaturdayMorning , as #SaturdayVibes , #SaturdayMotivation , & #SaturdayThought, I extend perspective in Tumblr blog post below:

Theres a time 2 look up, look straight ahead, &inward. U look inward, when U need 2 think thru aProblem. U look straight 2 keep urEyesOpen 4 a solution, & u look up when its time 2 leave 2 God 2 handle the results after U do ur best-ur part. #SaturdayThought #SaturdayMotivation

A link 2 Tumblr blog page below, with tweets, right side up/organized, summing up my situation. There R other tweets & other Tumblr links among those tweets, ordering what came prior, as U scroll down. Note embedded clips as U scroll.

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Section below added on the evening of 2/22/2024 at 10:27 PM

Theres 8 million+ migrants in America. In highSchool, learned normal USA population was 350 million (more now). So I wondered, 4 every 1 migrant, how many Americans are there. 4 every 1 migrant, theres 40 regular Americans. 1 for every 40, when talking millions seems like a lot.

I saw Superman: Red Son-a non conventional bizarro version of Kansas Superman. Russia is a bizarro dark American superpower. As seen in Ukraine, theyve a surplus of soldiers/ tanks/weapons. Would Biden sanctioning them affect aSelfSufficient nation w/diversity/opportunity of USA?

After 200+ years of existing, USA should be in position 2 help destitute Ukraine conditions & stop old ladies from using their walkers 2 get food distribution, where if theyre lucky, they get chocolate. How sad is it 2 watch some1 at end of life grovel @ a distance 4 chocolate?

We call our elected officials civil servants. W/this fervor 4 wondering what founders implied in constitution, servant has a pretty clear meaning: 1 2 cater 2 people. If Congress passed 2-3 CRs since Oct., risking pay of army/etc, w/no risk 2 own, amidst vacations, wats goingOn?!

USA is mix of rich man thatHoarded & starved Lazarus, & is country w/most potential 2 have house in order, 2 take of other countries. In latterStory, were the 1s who buried our potential, our 1 coin, amidstThe 5&10 coiners, who doubled portion. We risk losing&world walkingOverUs.

I trulyHope thisIs Renaissance of Space Age. Haven’t made progress in 50 years. W/evenMore advanced tech, still can’t emulate pastSuccesses. I think in 20 yrs, Earth population wentFrom 6 billion to 8 billion. We need 2take advantageOf moon/mars real estate 4 territory/abundance.

"When talent doesn't work hard, hard work beats talent."

Line b/w law & religion doesnt have 2 B about 1 or the other. Religion&stories can B used 2guide Law&fact. Ex. whatIsLife?(isIt soul/developing brain emittingBrainWaves-ifByThatMeaning,itCoincides w/baby 1st receivingOxygen, or BreathofLife-U might need 2limit abortion to 6weeks

InterpretLaw w/changing times/circumstance. In SQL DatabaseProgramming, aViewIsAVirtualTable containing rows/columns, justLike realTable. FieldsInAView R fieldsFrom 1orMore realTables. LawInterpretations R aView 4EZ reference basedOn prev.ExistingLaws,whenByItSelfUnclear. See 2 pics in LINK below. The 2nd pic or pic on right, shows how the different shades, representing columns in tables on the left, get mixed into one single table with the borrowed shades, on the right.

https://x.com/RennyJi/status/1760865025453957440?s=20

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“Are you in love with him?” - Tony Stark Imagine

Notes: I wrote and editted this in two hours instead of going over my notes. Was gonna be spicy fluffy but it just turned into fluffy, and one of the lines/paragraphs (smth like that i dont remember how long that segment was) is based on/inspired by a fanfic on ao3 I bookmarked. I think it’s debt-free, but I could be wrong.  Anyway, I hope you enjoy, and I’m so sorry im not on here more oftennnnn

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“Of course I am. He’s Tony Stark.” You sighed, a weight finally lifted off your chest. “Who isn’t in love with him?”

Bruce blinked a few times, the confusion evident on his face. “Then, why don’t you tell him?”

You scoffed. These geniuses think they know everything, but they couldn’t see what was glaringly obvious to you. “He’s Tony Stark.”

The perplexed expression didn’t disappear from your friend’s expression. So, you explained further, “It’s already a privilege, beyond that really, to be talking to you, to any Avenger. To work with any of you is an honor, and to be friends with you” -you laughed- “it shouldn’t even be possible for someone like me.”

“Don’t say that. You’re amazing, too.” 

You tried to find any tick, any clue that he was lying. But Bruce seemed to really believe this. “I know I’m amazing.” You shrugged. “I’m great. I love and I care deeply, and I have a stable job. I have a place for myself, and I take care of myself.” You clicked your tongue. “However, you all, all  you Avengers… Forget out of my league, more like off planet.

“And Tony? He said it himself. Genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist. Add superhero, figurehead, public figure, ex-CEO, and savior of the universe. Bruce, I have confidence in myself, but Tony is something else entirely. No one is worthy of him or his affections unless they’re a god or another Avenger.”

It was hard to keep up with the statistical analysis you were trying to run. The literal one on your hologram and the one keeping your view of Tony in check. So, defeated, you sighed and leaned back in your chair. 

Bruce closed his own work and stood across the lab bench. “Weirdly enough, I’m sure none of us Avengers think that way.” After a few taps of his pen against his palm, he added, “Aren’t there fans making posts about you, too? Tony showed me the, uh, Instagram videos.”

You laughed. “Fan edits don’t make an Avenger. Saving the world does.”

He shrugged. “You help us save the world.”

“From inside Avengers Tower on a computer.” You took a deep breath. “Look, Bruce, I appreciate what you’re trying to do. But, I’m not telling him.” You shrugged and brought your statistical analysis back up.

You knew your own worth. You were worthy of an amazing partner and person. Tony Stark, though, was easy beyond that. You had accepted it soon after you realized your own feelings, and while they haven’t dwindled, you knew it was for the best. 

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Tony had never resorted to this before. It was never a question of his ability to code. In the past, it was because he didn’t need a program or an AI to do it for him. He could always tell if someone was into him. He knew when Pepper was into him. The moment Rhodey gazed at him back in their MIT days. Every single reporter and heiress and model he slept with, he knew when their thoughts turned sexual or romantic. 

You, though. With you, he couldn’t fucking tell, and he knew it was because of his own feelings. Tony felt intensely for people before. Pepper, Rhodey, that one reporter all those years ago. However, with you, it wasn’t just that fluttery feeling in his gut or the immediate smile he can’t seem to stop when he sees you. It was the comfort he felt when he heard your voice or the softness he could feel in his heart when he saw a picture of you. 

It was like his entire life was full of panic, never resting, never stopping. But when you entered his life with a gentle smile and a quick wit, it felt like he could finally breathe. 

It was addicting. 

“Sir, I have the calculations.”

“Hit me.”

“Speech diagnostics of you and of Ms. (Y/l/n) are similar. Whenever you speak of her, 79.4% is positive and 18.8% is neutral. Ms. (Y/l/n) has  78.9% positive and 17.2% neutral dialogue regarding you. When she speaks of you, her heartrate increases by 4.6%, and similarly, yours increases by 4.1%. When speaking to each other, heartrate initially increases by 7%.”

Tony nodded. “How does this compare to other Avengers? I gush about Banner like a teenager.”

“Well, sir, while you and Ms. (Y/l/n) have high positive dialogue about other Avengers, all of them have at least a 10% decrease compared to each other. And heartrate varies depending on the topic of conversation.”

Tony snapped his fingers. “Am I excluding all non-super friends? Include any agents, co-workers. Pep isn’t an Avenger after all.”

Friday took two seconds and responded. “You and Ms. (Y/l/n) have a significant difference in speech diagnostics when talking about or to each other compared to any other Avenger, co-worker, and friend.”

When Tony remained quiet, Friday added, “Do you want me to repeat the results?”

“You don’t need to, Friday.”

“But you’re not doing anything with the new information. Would you like me to save these findings?”

“Friday,” Tony warned. 

There was silence as the love-wrecked scientist pressed his fist between his brows. Data and cold hard facts said yes, but was it right?

“Sir?”

“Yes, Fri?”

“Would you like me to play examples for you?”

He blinked. “Examples?”

“Yes. Of you and her talking about each other positively.”

It was an invasion of privacy. Tony shouldn’t. 

“Play examples.”

Before his rational mind could tell Friday no. 

“Are you in love with him?”

Tony’s eyes widened. This was too private. It might not even be about him.”Friday-”

“Of course I am.”

“-stop playback.”

“He’s Tony Sta-”

“Playback stopped.”

Tony scrambled. “What? No, wait, go back. Play it.” Screw rational. You knew he was a narcissist. You wouldn’t expect him to hear that and stop. 

“He’s Tony Stark. Who isn’t in love with him?”

“Then, why don’t you tell him?”

“... He’s Tony Stark.”

Tony started to fiddle with something on his desk. “What does that mean?”

Friday answered, “Dr. Banner asked her if she loved you, and she said yes. This means that she’s in love with you.”

Why did he program Friday like this? “I know that. I mean, those two lines. Why does me being Tony Stark stop her from saying something?” Was it the attention? Did you want some sort of normal life away from cameras and international gossip? Maybe it was the Avenging. Having a partner who was always out risking death wasn’t ideal. 

Sure, you could be in love with him. But you couldn’t be with him. 

“Maybe you should ask her.”

There were celebrities who were able to live normal lives. Some paid to have prosthetics for going outside of moved to a remote country to get out of the spotlight. He thrived off attention, but he could give that up. Avenging, he couldn’t give that up, but maybe he could cut back. Take a mission a month instead of one a week. Or maybe take more digital missions. He wasn’t just Iron Man after all. He was a genius, could hack into the Pentagon if he really wanted to. 

“Yeah,” he said. “Maybe I could talk to her.”

~ - ~

The moment you put your bag down on your lab table, Tony said, “You’re gonna be mad.”

You narrowed your brows. “What did you do?” You pressed your palm to your chest. “Oh my god, Peter overwrote my data, didn’t he? Ugh, I know he said he’s great at managing holograms, but really, Tone, you should’ve given him a tutorial before giving him access.” You brought up your holograms to check your data and analysis. 

“That’s not it.” Tony stood next to you as you looked through your files. “I did something that invaded your privacy.”

You tilted your head. Closing the holograms, you took a deep breath and slowly asked, “How?”

Tony flashed an embarrassed grin before sighing. “You’re gonna be shocked, too, so prepare yourself.”

You did not know where this was going at all. What horrible thing could Tony have done? Steeling yourself, you took a deep breath and nodded at him to continue. 

Tony cleared his throat. “Usually, I can tell when someone has feelings for me. People are obvious about it, but you? You aren’t. So, I had Friday do some analysis on our speech patterns. Me, being in love with you, was one of my controls. You and your dialogue regarding me was the main variable. 

“Long story short, I accessed some audio of you and Bruce talking, and you said that you loved me but could never tell me.” He glanced at you. “So that’s why I need to apologize.” 

Your expression didn’t change. No, that wasn’t it. You, at first, looked confused. Now, there was just nothing. No expression. No wrinkled brow in anger of flushed cheeks in embarrassment. Nothing. 

Tony blinked. “You can shout at me now. If you were confused about when to shout at me.”

You licked your lips before taking a deep breath. “Ok, that was a lot.” You pursed your lips then opened it. But, you couldn’t really think of anything to say. You didn’t even know how to feel. “So you know that I” -you pointed at yourself and then at him- “and that I didn’t wanna tell you.” You shook your head. “Wait, do you know why I didn’t want to tell you?”

A broken scoff left Tony’s lips. “Yeah. I’m a mess.”

It was your turn to scoff. “Wait, you’re a mess? That’s why you think I don’t want to tell you?”

“Among other reasons?”

Other reasons? 

You crossed your arms. “Ok, what other reasons?”

Tony looked offended. Still, he listed, “I’m surrounded by cameras, and everyone wants some privacy. Can’t get it if you’re with me. Then, there’s the Iron Man of it all. I went into a wormhole with a nuke. That was also all over the news. Then, there’s the whole daddy issues thing. I’m working on it, but it takes a while-”

He rambled on and on, listing reason after reason, and with each one, you felt tears well up in your eyes. It was a weird mix of heartbreaking, confusing, and enraging. The emotions built up slowly with each word that left his mouth, overwhelming you to the point that you couldn’t even say how it happened. 

But, as Tony paced and talked so horribly about himself, you somehow ended up in front of him with your hands on his cheeks. 

You only realized it when Tony stopped talking and when his breath touched your lips. “What?” he asked. 

You didn’t answer. You kissed him instead. 

It was a hard press of  your lips against his. It was short, and it wasn’t much. 

But by the way Tony gripped the back of your neck and pulled you back for another kiss, you’d think it was his first kiss. You knew it wasn’t. Not just because you knew he had kissed all sorts of people before you, but because he somehow knew how to make you gasp and melt into him. 

While one hand kept you steady, the other trailed down your back and pulled you closer to him. His lips moved fluidly against yours, pushing and pulling, and everytime he moved back, you chased his lips to continue the kiss, because the softness, the passion, the fact it was finally happening, was all too good. You didn’t want it to stop.

Your hands started to move. For someone so rich, his t-shirt was rough when you twisted it between your fingers and pulled it to you. Slowly, you trailed your fingers along the side of his neck. You rubbed your thumb along his pulse point, a reminder that this was indeed real. You were kissing Tony Stark, and- He was pulling away again.

Desperate, you leaned forward, reached around to hold onto his shoulder, and kissed the side of his neck. 

He let out a breathy laugh, and before you could suck on his skin, his stubble scratched your cheek. 

You looked up at him and giggled when his nose bumped into yours. When your giggles turned into a smile, he kissed you again, a soft and short kiss, before leaning his forehead against yours. 

His thumbs rubbed circles into your waist as you lightly scratched the back of his neck. He didn’t say anything. In fact, he seemed busy gazing at you.

“Speechless, Stark?” you teased. 

He laughed. For a few seconds, he just gazed at you, seeming to prove your point. Tony’s hand began to wander, from stroking your cheek to pushing back your hair. “More confused.”

Remembering why you interrupted him, you brought your hands to his cheeks again and held him there so he couldn’t look away from you. “You are amazing, Tony. That’s the reason I didn’t want to tell you.” You shrugged. “You’re too good for me.”

His fidgeting stopped. “Well, that’s not true.”

“Tony, you’re an Avenger.”

“Technically, you are also an Avenger.”

“You’re a genius.”

“Who can’t cook scrambled eggs.”

“You literally saved the universe.”

“After producing weapons of mass destruction for decades.”

You glared at him. 

He glared back. Then, he fought back. “I don’t plan on retiring.”

“Wouldn’t want you to.”

“I have severe PTSD, anxiety, maybe ADHD, all mixed with trauma galore.”

“And I will learn to help you.”

“I couldn’t give you a normal life.”

“I’d rather have you anyway.”

He opened his mouth, but you instead told him, “I’d rather have you than anything. As long as, well, for as long as  you’ll have me.”

He raised his eyebrow. “You sure about that?”

“Positive.”

Tony shook his head with a smile. “Cause, I’d rather have you for, well, how does til you get tired of me sound?”

You laughed. “Won’t happen. But, sure.” You kissed him again.You would’ve kept going, but there was something to settle first.  “By the way, Tony?”

“Yeah?”

“Is Friday recording right now?”

“Friday records everything. It’s in the contract.”

Friday added, “I record everything that happens in the tower.”

“Ok.” You could work with that. “I’ll forgive you for the invasion of privacy.”

Tony beamed, and you couldn’t help your own smile when he did. Still, you continued, “On one condition.” Your own smile turned devious. “I want evidence that Star Spangled Banner took my ice cream.”

Tony burst out laughing. He kissed you again, a deep kiss, and when he was done, he mumbled, “God, I love you,” against your lips.

[psalmsofpsychosis]

Silver St. Cloud!!!!! And Bruce switched so seamlessly the moment he found that Silver was just a plant; he switched and he enjoyed it so much, he enjoyed having Silver on the edge of a knife enough that Selina made a point to remind him— "just, dont change too much."

Like, Bruce has a very distinct and very subtle streak of sadism and psychopathy in him, but he's so soft and seductive with it, oldtimey people used to call it "killing with your velveteen gloves on," and it's indeed curious that *cough* the first piece of his armour Bruce acquires is basically his soft leather gloves *cough*

But also Bruce absolutely did drown Jeremiah 😭😭😭 which is honest to god insane because there is only one other person that he entangled himself with like this: Selina. He uprooted every nook and cranny of Gotham to find Selina, he brought her a gift from Switzerland, paid off her mother, lent her money on various occasions, Selina is the only other person he ever made a mad confession to, "we're bonded in indescribable ways and i dont understand it, but i wouldn't change it one bit." the only other parallels you get to this are him crying to Jeremiah, "i'm your friend", followed by the "you mean nothing to me" in S5. Like, THE PARRALELSSSSSS, which also highlight how fast Bruce fell for Jeremiah. He was literally willing to risk dying besides him the moment they met. They are sooooo alike, and that's why nobody got under Bruce's skin like Jeremiah did.

and Jeremiah was Bruce's second chance to save Jerome, so like,

Listening to Scary Love by The Neighbourhood lately (and some other songs) and it's got me thinking of Wayleska but with kind of a role reversal.

I'm thinking an alternate universe where it's slightly more... Normal, I guess? Like Jerome wasn't/isn't some madman locked up in Arkham. Maybe him and Jeremiah live together, maybe Jeremiah doesn't have his bunker, or maybe he still does but Jerome didn't start killing people. Idk.

The main point is that Jeremiah and Bruce become friends (somehow, not sure yet, literally just woke up and this is where my brain went so it's not fully fleshed out or anything). And everything is great, they're best friends, there's some feelings they dance around, it seems all cute and innocent. But in reality, Bruce has become obsessive and stalks Jeremiah.

Maybe he's become paranoid about losing the ones he cares about. Maybe he's just so in love but doesn't know how to say it and he's never been in love before and all he knows is that he can't bear to be away for too long.

Eventually, Jeremiah finds out. He's afraid at first, like anyone would be, but Bruce starts to ramble out how much he loves Jeremiah. And, well, Jeremiah never had someone love him before, especially not so strongly, and he does love Bruce too. It's sweet, really, if he thinks about it. Unable to part from the one he loves, wanting nothing more than to protect him and be near him. It's poetry.

They're so very in love and so obsessed with each other it's unhealthy. But parting them causes more harm, and really, they shouldn't inflict their obsessive nature onto anyone else. They're horribly perfect for each other.

I might actually try writing something for this... Who knows if it'll get done, but hey I'll try lol.

[spicler-man]

post got too long :( here’s part 2 of spidey recs, featuring fics that dont fit in categories

masterlist here

In the Event of my Untimely Demise by OnceUponaFangirl

Summary: “I’ve been rewriting my will. I hadn’t updated it since my husband passed. And in the event of my untimely demise, I’d like to leave legal guardianship of Peter to you.”

Or

How Tony Stark and Pepper Potts became legal guardians to Peter Parker. (No MCD)

Delicate by Bean_reads_fanfic for Phoenix_Inferno

It starts here: Peter, in his Spider-Man suit minus the mask, caught deer-in-the-headlights-style in front of a person he’s never met before in the kitchen of his and May’s apartment.

“You’re, uh, what’s-his-name –” The guy coughs a bit, swallowing. He points at Peter, his voice getting higher as he goes: “P – uh – Peter, right? You’re – you’re Spider-man?!” ... One unfortunate encounter starts a chain of frustrating events; in the process of which, Peter's insecurities are examined. Including but not limited to: his worries that Tony cares about Spider-Man more than Peter Parker.

my favorite superhero by iron_spider

“Congratulations,” he says. “Today marks the first day in history that you weren’t a complete dumbass.”

“Thank you, thank you very much,” Hammer says, bending over in a deep bow, hands whipping with a flourish. “I thought about every variable, every avenue, now we just need Miss Pepper Wifey to answer my calls and—”

Tony experiences a flash of anger at that, and then a high pitched tone starts going off in his ears, and now he feels like a dumbass.

Peter. Was with Pepper.

Peter.

Like a shining light in the darkness and someone Hammer has clearly not paid attention to despite all his fucking planning, because he would have mentioned it amongst all the other bragging. Spider-Man isn’t an official Avenger yet to the world, just among the group. And Peter would never think Tony is slacking. Because Peter just doesn’t think that way.

{The Supersoldiers (A Prequel)} by Chaeyoung26090 for Meida_123

Requested by Meida_123: I love this fic so much and have read like 5 times 😂 it is amazing! Could you do like a prequel for this but where Peter meets Nick Fury and is all badass and Fury is like really impressed and trues to recruit/adopt him? Please?? 🥺☺️🥺☺️

********** "Stark," Fury said cooly, "Who is this?"

"Oh yeah, Fury, meet Peter Parker, my intern, Peter, meet Nick Fury, Director of Shield," Tony said, vaguely motioning with his hands.

"Parker," Fury nodded towards the teen.

"Captain Blackbeard," Peter greeted back distractedly, fiddling with his lip ring. Tony choked on the water he was sipping. Fury's eye twitched.

5 Times Peter Pretended To Be Tougher Than He Was by grilledcheesing

... and one time he couldn't.

Or, Peter really, really wants to seem like he's got his Shit On Lock, and tells enough white lies to drive Tony up a damn wall.

First Meetings by Gigichiz

a mini-series of people meeting Peter for the first time and automatically assuming he's Tony's secret son

The Sitcom Supreme by ambivalentangst, makifa

Tony Stark, age thirty-two, is the former heir to Stark Industries, current handyman and part-time landlord, and the asshole who posted the Craigslist ad.

Peter Parker, age nineteen, is a very unlucky student at NYU and needs a place to live fast.

Doctor Stephen Strange, age thirty, is a neurosurgeon on an extended break looking to downsize while he attends physical therapy.

None of them know each other, but they’re about to because, via a sketchy networking app and likely some higher power, the three of them end up bunking together. This is how it goes.

//

Or, a supreme family roommate au, told in drabbles, that chronicles the life of a poor college student learning how weird rich people are and said rich people discovering their parenting potential.

Pupper Parker by Bean_reads_fanfic for Sally0

Bruce lifts the puppy fully from its hiding place, setting its stubby tail to wagging and its eyes to shining. He smiles at it, then raises his eyebrows at his friend. “You’re gonna have to expand on that… Did you get him for someone? Is he a gift for Peter?”

The dog yips again, ears perking at the name.

Coughing a laugh that sounds hysterical, Tony says, “Okay- okay, don’t call the loony bin on me until I’ve explained, but… that dog? It is Peter.”

it sinks its roots into the cracks (until the structure's coming loose) by madasthesea

“I can’t believe Tony Stark is gonna have a kid.”

The worst part is that Peter’s first thought is, He already has one, followed by the sinking realization that that isn’t quite true.

Something here will eventually have to explode by madasthesea

Prompt: Where Peter takes a flight * who knows what for * after an argument with Tony, and then the plane collapses. :o just angsty irondad with happy ending please(?

*Edits have been made since posted on Tumblr

You're Always Iron Man by madasthesea

After defeating all the Hammer Drones, Tony takes a moment to talk to a little kid in an Iron Man helmet.

panic attack at the compound by OnlyForward

tony stark knew how to be many things. he knew how to put up a front, become the cold, heartless bastard people thought he was. He knew how to smile and act in front of the media. he knew how to be a superhero, how to be bold, how to be chivalrous, how to be iron man in the face of danger.

what he didn’t know was how to be a person. not anymore. he’d given up on it all, given up on trust. putting it bluntly, tony stark had given up on steve rogers.

and to tell you the truth, tony never told peter to punch steve rogers in the face.

but he sure as hell did enjoy watching it.

You Know What They Say by patrochilles_trash

The moment Mr. Harrington stepped further into the classroom, revealing the figure standing behind him, Peter was pretty sure that he had stepped into an alternate reality. That, or someone was playing a nasty joke on him.

The person standing directly behind his teacher, waving cheerfully at the decathlon team, was dressed in a replica of the second gen Spiderman suit. It was about as close as one could get from referencing pictures and videos, and they guy was a similar enough build that Peter could see how people would be fooled.

A frightening thought struck him that he might be fooled too if he wasn’t actually Spiderman.

OR

Harrington does his best, but Peter really isn't a fan of impersonators.

Trust (sometimes takes a while to realise) by LittleMissAgrafina

“You should know by now that only Rhodey, Pepper, and Happy hand me things, Birdbrain."Hearing those words, every head in the room whipped around to face Tony, and he looked back at them in bewilderment. "What? Why are you all looking at me like I kicked a puppy and then denied that I did?" Natasha stared at him. "Peter hands you things all the time. It's not just Pepper, Rhodey, and Happy."Tony's expression became even more bewildered if that was possible. "What? No I don't. I'm pretty sure I would have noticed."---"5 times someone noticed Peter handing something to Tony + 1 time that Tony noticed"Comfortember Day 15. Scars + 25. Mental Health

What Makes A Hero by patrochilles_trash

Standing in front of Mrs. Davis, handing over a stick of plastic and circuitry, he wondered how Tony even talked him into making the video in the first place.

“Thank you, Mr. Parker. You may return to your seat,” she said with a smile.

Peter nodded in response and turned to walk back to his desk, ignoring the feeling that he was walking to his death sentence.

He fought down wave after wave of nausea as she plugged the flash drive into her computer and scrolled through the files until she found the one that he titled ‘Hero Project.’ Neither Ned nor MJ even knew what he had done for his project. He had refused to tell them out of fear that he would lose his nerve.

Mrs. Davis casted her screen to the projector in front of the board and pressed the play button.

There was no going back.

OR

The identity reveal in the least likely format I have ever written. This might be crack? Sort of? Idk.

5 times Midtown School of Science and Technology interrupts Tony's day + 1 time he interrupts theirs by Grace_d

“Boss, you have an incoming call from Midtown High.” FRIDAY announces.

“I– WHAT?” Tony asks incredulously, as he carefully balances the enormous steel beam as he moves upwards. “I’m kinda busy, FRI!”

“Phone records indicate they’ve tried to call May twice already.”

“Fine.” Tony grits his teeth and swings the beam onto his shoulder. He can multitask. Handle Peter’s school, don’t let the building collapse.

The Phone! (The Phone Is Ringing) by Eccentric_Grace

(5 times Peter called Tony at a random time, and 1 time Tony called him.)

“I can ignore that,” Tony said pointedly, raising his eyebrows. “It’s probably nothing.”

It buzzed again.

“Seriously, not a problem for me. I ignore text messages anyways. Just ask that one CEO.”

It buzzed a THIRD time, and then started ringing, a rock cover of the Itsy Bitsy Spider song started playing from Tony’s pocket. People in the restaurant turn to look at their table with confusion and annoyance.

Pepper folded her arms. The corner of her mouth quirked up with hidden amusement. “That’s the kid, isn’t it?“

The Kidnapping by PeterStark

Peter frowned and blinked his eyes open. Everything was bright, and dark. Huh, maybe this is what Han had felt like. Everything was a big dark blur and a big bright blur all at once. He closed his eyes, his head felt fuzzy and his senses were on overload. He heard someone's hand come toward him, then pain in his jaw as a hit landed. "Ouch...no need to get violent, I just want five more minutes."

"Smartass, just like your fucking father. Get up, boy."

"Just like my what?" Peter asked, opening his eyes again. There were two bulky men in the small, cement room with one bright light. Classic kidnapping. Peter was starting to wonder if their was a villian handbook. He moved his arms, finding them tied to the chair, not even behind his back, and only by ropes...these guys were idiots. He was going to call them Thug 1 and Thug 2.

radioactive by dragonbagel

“For the love of—I just need some information, okay? Give it to me, and you and your little friends are free to leave.”

Somehow, Peter doesn’t think it’s going to be that easy.

“Okay, what do you wanna know? We’re learning about redox reactions in chemistry, if you’re interested.” Oops, there goes his mouth again. “We also learned about psychopaths last month in psych class—you know, like people who kidnap kids? I can give you a refresher if you want.”

or: peter, mj and flash are kidnapped. peter wants his life to be less cursed, mj wants to keep her idiot boyfriend alive, and flash just wants to know what the hell is going on

Oh, I Forgot To Mention by TChallaGotBac

Peter gets kidnapped, but it's a little more realistic than others i've read (meaning he escapes very easily). Also he is very sassy.

5 times Tony and Pepper fought to be Peter's favorite by talkaboutartassholes

...and the 1 time they learned to share

Iron Dad Week 2019 by mainstreamelectricalparade

My contribution to Iron Dad Week on Tumblr!

Geniuses and Genius Bars by elephreak

Tony was giving a speech to the Midtown School of Science and Technology. Naturally Peter's excited, until he isn't, and Tony finally meets Flash Thompson.

A Shrunken Spider by An_Odd_Idea for IamStillHere

A fight with a magic-wielding foe leaves Peter shrunken and vulnerable. Luckily, Tony is there to take care of him until the spell wears off.

It's Only Time by madeitsimple

Tony is terrible at guessing ages. The kid looks to be about three, maybe four. “Do you know who I am?”

The boy squinches up his face, searching his memory. “You’re Mr. Stark!”

“That’s right,” Tony says, still totally amazed. “Hi, Peter.”

He holds out his hand again. This time, Peter takes it.

5 Times Peter Accidentally Took Something Of Tony’s To School by TheSecretUchiha

...and one time he didn't.

it'll be over (and I'll still be asking when) by JBS_Forever

They are fighting a one-story tall mechanical robot in the middle of Brooklyn when Peter swings over its head and says, “You guys ever see The Incredibles?”

It starts like this.

spider-man is dead by bstarship

“Hey, Mister Stark,” Peter said, ducking back into the bathroom. “What’s up?”

“What’s up?” Tony repeated. “What’s up?”

Yeah, Peter thought, I’m dead.

“Would you like to enlighten me, then?” asked his mentor. “Care to tell me what is up? Because, as far as I know, you’re supposed to be dead. As far as I know, the entire city has stopped functioning because you literally died.”

Peter grimaced and leaned his head back against the wall. “Uh—surprise?”

or

One morning, Peter wakes up to find that he's gone viral. And he’s dead.

Alexa? Play Lose Yourself By Eminem by losingmymindtonight

“Oh, gosh, I’m so sorry, Mister Stark. I thought that maybe the kids were playing a prank. I’m Rebecca Ascot from Midtown School of Science and Technology. You’re listed as Peter Parker’s secondary emergency contact, and he asked us to call you instead of his aunt, since she’s on shift.” He stood abruptly, carefully slipping around Morgan’s newest Lego skyscraper and heading down the hall, to the guest room they’d appropriated as Pepper’s office. “Is he alright?” “He is, but I do need someone to come pick him up. See, we’re having a blood drive, for the Red Cross, and-” Tony didn’t even try to hide his laughter. “He tried to donate, and he passed out, didn’t he?” “Uh, yes. How did you-” “This happens a lot, actually.” -- Or, 5 Times Peter Passes Out Because Of Needles.

All's Well That Ends Well (To End Up With You) by losingmymindtonight

And, yes, this wasn’t the first time that he’d seen Peter since he’d come back, but it was... it was different now. This wasn’t a memory, it wasn’t clutching frantically at the cool metal of the Iron Spider suit as death spilled out around them. It certainly wasn’t covered by an end-of-life blur, wasn’t permeated by the frustration of trying to say goodbye without words. No, this was just... this was just Peter: hair messy, wrapped in an oversized Midtown sweatshirt, warm and breathing and solid. Not dust, not ash, not bloodied and afraid. Just Peter. His Peter. -- Or, the irondad hospital reunion scene we deserved.

Blurred Words by Serpent_Rose97

Peters had enough of this world and this life. A goodbye text and the wrong number may be Just what he needs to survive.

Notes: pay attention to tags with this one, stay safe!!

dead in there, you're dead in there by iron_spider

“Peter, you’ve been acting insane for the past however many days and it’s giving me an ulcer, what’s going on, what did I do? Tell me. Tell me and I’ll fix it.”

Peter is still stalking around, and Friday is listing off his injuries, from a concussion to broken ribs to a sprained ankle, and Tony feels sick looking at it all.

“You’ll fix it,” Peter says, glancing over at him with pure disdain, the look bookended by matching explosions somewhere behind them. “Yeah it’s something you can’t fix, if it happens, nope, can’t fix it, it would just—but you’re just saying—”

Tony starts forward towards him. “Pete, explain to me what’s happening, please.”

“The protocol, the protocol,” Peter insists, waving his hands through the air.

Tony shakes his head. “The protocol?”

“The Avalon Protocol, Tony,” Peter spits out, with venom.

peter parker's work-life-balance: how to manage school, an internship, and being a superhero by sapphirestark

(no summary)

When In Doubt, Blame Spider-Man by ambivalentangst

Hi! Sorry about the toaster—Spidey emergency. Pinky promise I’ll get you a new one. On that note, how much pull do you have in New York’s group homes? Asking for a friend.

In the way of a signature, the kid had put a smiley face with poorly sketched webbing covering it. Tony thought about calling to ask, but frankly, he’d been up for the better part of forty-eight hours. He cared more about sleep than what the hell Peter had been up to that required the thieving of kitchen appliances.

//

Or, Peter finds a ten-year-old friend out in the cold near his group home and decides to take action.

Peter Parker & Stark Industries by Angeeelatin

(no summary)

The Humbling River by mysterycyclone

Peter’s been distant lately. Edgy. Angry. On his best days, he moves through his life in a vague daze, skipping meals and sleeping. On his worst, he’s hit with fits of anger that border on unthinking rage.

Monday afternoon, he breaks Flash Thompson’s hand.

Wednesday evening, he goes missing.

That night, the first headless corpse appears in Queens.

Kindness Isn’t Dead (Because of You) by HappyJuicyfruit

Tony narrowed his eyes, “what did Peter make you to help me with?”

“Peter created me to help you with your PTSD!” The voice said, far too cheerfully.

Tony swallowed, “what’s your name? Did Peter give you a name?”

“Yes,” the voice said happily. “I am here to help you get through the world without Peter, and my name's a reminder of that! It’s Kindness Isn’t Dead. Or, for short,-”

“Kid.”

K.I.D. by blondsak

“Hi K.I.D. Glad you're awake. Do you know your primary objective?”

“To always look for ways to remind Mister Stark - that’s you! - that Kindness Isn’t Dead.”

“That’s right, K.I.D. Good job.”

Before, After, and Beyond by mainstreamelectricalparade

The thing was, Peter always rolled his eyes and brushed it off whenever Ned or MJ or May would joke that Mr. Stark kind of acted like a dad around him.

That was the thing.

But that was before.

---

Or, Peter wonders where he belongs in Tony's life now that everything is so different. Requested by an anon on Tumblr.

i promise you, kid, you're safe now by bstarship

Tony doesn’t waste another minute as he grabs a can of Coke, a bag of Funyuns, and heads up to the counter with disgust evident in his features. Little words are said until he lays down a few dollar bills and starts toward the door.

The bearded-man catches him with a cold smile. “Have a good night, you sick son of a bitch,” he says, and Tony leaves without sparing a glance.

He doesn’t bother dwelling on what the man said as he fumbles for his car keys. With the bag of Funyuns between his teeth and the can of Coke stuffed beneath his arm, he digs around each pocket—from his pants to his jacket—to find the key fob. An odd sound meets his ear before he can hit the unlock button.

Is something... crying?

or

Tony stumbles upon a four-year-old kid named Peter Parker on a late-night drive upstate.

Can't tell me there's no point in trying by Anonymous

He shakes his head vehemently, trying to clear it and be able to think logically. He wants so badly that Tony is actually here, but there isn’t any way for that to be true, unless.. Peter gasps, memories piercing through the fog in his head. Unless Wanda managed to do what they set out to do. And that would mean that It’s no weird fever dream. Peter’s hand clench up in Tony’s shirt, pulling him down so Peter can meet him in the middle and hug him.

Alternatively: Peter travels back in time, get's a concussion and Tony takes care of him, even though in his mind, Peter has been blipped for three years.

Fever by rosesandribbons

Peter woke up even though his body still felt exhausted. His eyes were begging him to shut back down and go to sleep, but he wasn’t even sure if he would be able to.

He blindly reached for his phone on his nightstand and picked it up, turning on the screen and sending a garble of letters to Mr. Stark to notify him that he was awake.

FebuWhump Day Eight: Fever

Behind a Smile by SkylerWrites (Maanling)

Peter Parker's life was at a point where he was content. He could manage his dysphoria and was on the way to relieve a whole lot of it. Spider-man had not gotten a major injury in two months. Aunt May and him were in an agreement on Spider-man. He had food, he had a roof above his head and he was doing alright. No one's life was perfect, but the good and the bad things balanced out.

Until they did not.

It all started when May was placed into quarantine. Whooping Cough, she said. A patient had coughed on her during her triage, it was just a precaution. Completely treatable, he knew. But Aunt May had lied. Or she didn't know.

Follow Peter while he tries to survive and keep up the act. Follow the Staff of Stark Industries while they navigate dealing with the Stark's unexpected announcements and new initiatives. Learn how Stark Industries is a community, the avengers, employees and friends.

{TAGS UPDATED IF I THINK OF OTHER ONES}

The Press by FictionalWorldsAreExquisite

Tony's been dealing with the press for his whole life and he doesn't pay much attention to it anymore, but then he spots an article that claims that Tony has hurt Peter. He finds other, similar articles and he feels the need to apologise for his apparent actions or inactions.

Peter doesn't agree.

Blatant Favoritism by michellejones_stacy

The bots were little shits who were looking for an excuse to make Tony feel bad for being mean to them, simple as that.

Tony wasn't even that mean to them! Was he rude? Yes. Was he rude on purpose, though? Also yes. But was he rude to them all of the time?

For the sake of Tony's conscience, he was not going to be answering that question.

or

Dum-E and U like Peter more than they like Tony, and, apparently, so does everyone else.

Baby Blues by The_Mishamigo

When Peter’s fake baby won’t stop crying in the Parker’s apartment, May encourages him to take it to the Stark’s tower. Tony Stark is determined to be the best damn grandpa in the world.

reservations by OnlyForward

may parker had had her reservations about tony stark ever since he walked into their life. but when peter gets stabbed whilst out as spiderman on patrol, she finally sees how much the billionaire cares for her nephew.

aka the story of how may parker learns to trust tony stark

unpaid intern by OnlyForward

when peter starts singing ‘unpaid intern’ by bo burnham in the kitchen, tony is horrified as he thinks peter is genuinely complaining about being an unpaid intern and doesn’t realise that it’s all, in fact, just a misunderstanding.

Queer as in F*ck You by etrelalune

All of Steve and Bucky’s friends are both the smartest people in the world, and the most oblivious. None of them seem to know that Steve and Bucky are together, or who Steve Rogers really is. The guys think it’s hysterical.

After the 2016 election, Steve is asked to do an interview about the new (and horrible) President Elect. Chaos ensues.

Featuring shamelessly and aggressively queer Steve and Bucky, Natalia being the smartest avenger, dumb Fox News interviewers, and Clint being tired of everyone’s shit.

Burying Grounds by blondsak

As he looks between the two graves, Tony’s mind grasps at the one thing he knows beyond all doubt.

The man was right. Tony was going to hell.

Indeed, he’s already there.

This Christmas Will Be (A Very Special Christmas For Me) by Wise_writer_girl

"You know, I'm just going to be by myself on Christmas 'cuz May will be working until 11. It's fine, though. I'm used to it. Don't worry, Mr. Stark." Peter assured him.

The boy was still tinkering away like he hadn't dropped a depressing bombshell in the middle of lab day.

And that’s how Tony Stark found himself there, holding a present and a bottle of wine in his hands and standing outside Peter’s home like a fucking coward for the past 45 minutes, the clock still ticking mockingly. Merry fucking Christmas to him.

Five Times Tony Stark Got to be a Normal Dad by CaptainStarSong

... and one time Peter acts like a normal son.

Peter Parker hasn't had a father figure in his life since the untimely death of his Uncle Ben. Tony Stark never gets to act like a normal person, on account of him being a genius, billionaire, and former playboy philanthropist. But, for Peter, he's willing to do anything, especially if he gets to be the kid's surrogate dad.

not like megatron by iron_spider

“Hi! This is Peter Parker, I can’t get to the phone right now, so leave a message and I’ll call you back later! Hopefully not too much later, but don’t get your hopes up!”

Tony knows that message by heart. He’s heard it hundreds of times, in a greyer world, and it sends shivers down his spine as he climbs into the car.

He doesn’t think about that place. That half-world. No way, that’s done, that’s over, that’s history.

“Hey, kid, don’t you know it’s bad etiquette to go and disappear on your birthday? Not allowed, really, really bad vibes from the universe. What’s going on with your suit? I wasn’t watching. Nope. Just got an alert. What’s going on? Uh, call me back.” He clears his throat and hangs up like a moron, driving out into the street.

Not Completely the Worst by mainstreamelectricalparade

Peter's spidey-sense had been going off all day. If he had to stay at school for literally another minute longer, he was probably going to go insane.

And of course, there was one person at school whose single goal in life seemed to be ensuring that that happened.

“Yo, Penis! Where are you off to in such a hurry?” Flash called after Peter as he took the steps three at a time in his attempt to make a quick getaway.

Peter squeezed his eyes shut in exasperation and kept walking. Maybe if he ignored the problem, it would go away.

Because that had always worked so well for him, in the past.

---

Or, the one where Peter has a bad feeling, and Flash is in the wrong place at the wrong time.

These Four Walls Make a Home by polaroid15

“Mr. Stark?” Peter is quiet. “Yeah kiddo?” “Is this- is this all for me?”

----

Or, the one where Tony tells Peter in a not-so-subtle way that he's in it for the long haul. A personalized room at the compound is really just a bonus.

after the war(ehouse) by turtle_bean

Peter gasps awake, his heart pounding in his throat and utterly drenched in sweat. He’s vaguely aware of a presence beside him, but he doesn't concentrate on it – he’s a little preoccupied with the fact that he can’t breathe -

"In and out, bud,” someone says, pressing Peter’s hand to his rapidly beating heart. “Just keep breathing in and out.”

Yeah, no shit, Sherlock, Peter is aware of how the respiratory system works.

--

or, a classic tony-learning-about-The-Building fic.

[sicketember day v. – comfort item]

A Good Reason by baloobird for Malya

Tony doesn’t say anything at first.

He’s just standing in the doorway of his lab, watching in perplexion at what’s before him.

His kid, this person who always does so much good in the world is doing something the older hero would never expect in a million years.

Peter is currently taking money out of his father figure’s wallet.

After All This Time by baloobird

It took Peter longer to die than the others. Tony knows that. It only makes sense that he would take longer to reappear.

But he didn't take this long to disappear.

And Tony is getting impatient, damn it.

Sedated by patrochilles_trash

“What? You surprised? Stark isn’t the only tech genius in the world, you know. The rest of us bottom-feeders gotta find our way around the world somehow,” the blonde one said.

He tried to calm himself down. The man’s words didn’t mean anything. There was the chance that they didn’t know.

“W-what do you want from us?” Flash asked, his voice shaky and dripping in fear.

“Parker here has something that we want, and while I’m sure that he can’t actually give it to us, he can show us how he got it.”

The blood turned to ice in Peter’s veins. They knew. They knew. That was the only thing that could mean. That-

“So, here’s what’s going to happen, Spidey. You’re going to put these cuffs on nice and easy and come with us. We’re going to take a little trip, and when we get there, you’re going to tell us everything you know about the serum they gave you to give you your powers,” the brunette growled, raising the rifle.

OR

Another kidnapping fic and an apology for taking so long.

Mind the tags. No beta folks. All mistakes are my own.

Its Me, Remember? by NanixErka

Doing a favor for Stephen Strange, Tony gets stuck in time

and unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on your perspective), there's only one person on earth that can save him

alternate title "Peter learns more about his Irondad than he ever would have known otherwise"

never become by krystalpomme

after a lab day gone wrong, peter travels back in time to 1992. he needs tony's help to get him back to his own time, but can he trust himself to not reveal the truth of their relationship to his 21 year old father figure?

meanwhile tony is fighting his own battles. peter makes him realize his one true fear would never come true.

As Peter's view was obstructed by his sweater paws wiping away his tears, he didn't notice as he walked straight into someone's side as he rounded a busy corner. He removed his hands from his face in horror, "I-I'm so sorry! I wasn't..."

Peter's eyes widen as he took in the man before him. He had thick black hair, thick eyebrows, and smooth skin. His brown eyes were unmistakable and Peter was hit with relief.

It was Mr. Stark.

based on: "congratulations, you won. and all the love you never gave me, i can give to my son. eternal love to my child, we'll forever be one. thanks to you, i know the man that i would never become." - like a river by joyner lucas

make it a good one! by zippe

Tony put the phone to his ear. “Hi I’d like to report a break in—“ “I’m not��� I didn’t break in!” Peter exclaimed, waving his hands around madly, “I was fighting some baddies and then got zapped by this electric guy and my bracelet thingy started glowing and then I ended up here in the 80s and it’s so weird but really not that unusual, but I promise I’m not a criminal!” “—and a potential child kidnapping.” “I’m really from the future! 2025!” ~ Or, Tony and his mess of a fairy god spider who can’t seem to keep himself moving correctly along the timeline.

The black pieces by Bergen

Peter moves in. And the Avengers all agree: He's a precious little puppy. Tony gets hurt. And the Avengers all agree: It was Spiderman’s fault.

Spiderman's Secrets by Dawg1515 for turtle_bean

All he wanted was the best for Peter, always, and everyone knew it.

Or: The Avengers invite Spiderman on a mission. Tony is in for a shock.

The Third Option by Uncertainty_Principle

Homecoming A/U.

Ben and May divorced before Peter’s parents died, so when Ben is murdered Peter goes into foster care. It takes just a tiny taste of superpowers for Peter to decide he doesn’t want to put up with his horrible foster father anymore—the streets are infinitely more appealing. All he wants is to be Spider-Man anyway.

So he leaves.

Simple.

Simple, that is, until Iron Man needs Spider-Man’s help. Peter isn’t about to turn down an opportunity to fight alongside Tony Freaking Stark, but he also isn’t going to let his hero know that his recruit is a fifteen-year-old homeless dropout. So they strike a deal. Peter will help Tony. In return, the mask stays on.

And that’s when things get complicated.

Alive and Healing by Watermeloness

“...bank robbery gone wrong in Queens. We’re receiving live footage from the crime site, where a 15 year-old teenager has been severely injured. Witnesses report a young boy getting shot after trying to stop the perpetrators. The last we’ve heard, his state is critical and he’s being rushed to…”

Statistically there are a lot of 15 year-old teenagers in Queens. The city is filled with 15 year-old teenagers that are all brave in their own ways. This doesn’t have to be their teenager.

But Peter is not picking up his phone.

In Between The Strained Moments by inkinmyheartandonthepage

Steve knows he’s made a mistake as soon as he walks into the Tower with Howard and Maria Stark but he’s not sure why.

washington by OnlyForward

peter parker never truly got to see washington dc on his academic decathlon trip, so when tony stark offers him a chance to go back, he jumps at it. what he doesn't know is that their accommodation is the white house and they're staying with the president.

aka tony and peter go on holiday and chaos ensues.

To Be Like You by inkinmyheartandonthepage

It’s been three days since Spiderman was killed in a building fire and Tony finally learns who was behind the mask.

this has been a public service announcement by Nokomis

(no description)

Tony Stark Googled The Thing by mybrotherharry

When Morgan is six months old, Pepper goes back to work and Tony takes over as stay-at-home dad. Discovering the mommyblogosphere is the inevitable next step.

Peter Parker to the Principal’s office please by Grace_d

Principal Morita has always thought Peter Parker was a good kid, a smart kid. If only he could get his head on straight.

Peter's just glad he's not dead, or worse, expelled.

But he can't stop getting detention.

Chapter one features some annoying co parenting and an ill advised robot study buddy. Chapter two features some accidental abstract art Chapter three features an eyeliner pencil Chapter four features a badly placed dance lesson Chapter five and Peter drops the D word Chapter six features Iron Man's disappointment

T for language

No One Knows by LittleMissAgrafina for for_the_night

Peter slid his phone out of his pocket, clicking mindlessly on the pop up on his lockscreen expecting to be taken to one of the crime report lines he'd hacked into.

It wasn't the crime line.

It was a current news headline, written in all caps. Notifications of even more articles and reports with the same headline flooding his phone.

TONY STARK ALIVE.

Spiderman Stands Down (and the consequences of taking him for granted) by the_last_genderbender

Peter had been Spider-Man for over half a decade and if he was being honest, he was done with people's shit.

He had put all his energy and passion into a job that put him in danger every day he did it. So, he was not having it when people started chasing him out with pitchforks.

So he quit.

Maybe that would lead the public into realising their mistakes. But, what he did know, was that he was worth more than how they treated him.

Or: Peter is sick of how New York treats him after so long protecting them (and when he's gone New York realises how much they may have fucked up)

fred the tarantula by hailingstars

“I’m not thrilled about sharing my apartment with a tarantula, but what can I do?” asked Happy, with a note of panic, suggesting his question wasn’t completely hypothetical. “May likes him. She thinks it’s cute Peter wants to have a spider brother.”

“Hap, what?”

“Pete can talk to him,” said Happy, scratching his head. “I walked past his bedroom once and he was up in his web hammock with the spider. They were making clicking noises at each other.”

OR

Peter Parker is a ruthless prankster.

febuwhump day 4: nightmares

My son’s a big fan by ag_virgule

The interviewer looked surprised. “Wow, you really have thought this through!”

“What can I say? My son’s a big fan.” Tony said without thinking.

——————

OR Tony is asked about lightsabers for a documentary on science-fiction and lets it slip that his ‘son’  is a Star Wars fan.

(May is very much alive but is only mentioned in passing. And Tony is not Peter’s bio dad)

There are Worse Outcomes to a Friday Night than Being Forcibly Adopted by a Super-Powered Teenager by LordOfThePoptarts

“I reiterate, fuck your dad! I’m your dad now!” “Peter, bambino,” Tony sat stunned. He pulled Peter in closer to him and gently pressed a kiss to the top of Peter’s head, smiling, when Peter let out a happy hum and wiggled in his grip a bit. “God, kid, you’re too good for me.” “Too bad,” Peter said smugly. “You’re stuck with me now, I’m your dad. I’ve decided.” Tony laughed and they both ignored how it sounded a bit wet. He took a moment to compose himself before he spoke again. “How can you be my dad, if I’m supposed to be yours? I don’t think it can go both ways, bambino.” “Oh my god, you’re right!” Peter gasped and wriggled in Tony’s grip and tried to turn around, but Tony didn’t allow it. “What are we gonna do!”

the hearth by sagemb

What to Do When Your Wife Is Out of the Country: A Guide by Tony Stark

1) Gain partial custody of a child 2) Sleep on the couch 3) Have the child gain partial custody of you

for peter by hailingstars for frostysunflowers

“What can I get for you two fellas?” asked the waitress, still grinning, still wildly amused by the way Tony bullied the manager on shift into letting Buddy come inside the diner and eat at a table.

“I’ll take a cheeseburger,” Tony told the waitress, “And he’ll have the same.”

Buddy barked three times.

“Scratch that, three cheeseburgers and a bowl of water for my friend,” said Tony, catching the eyes of a group of men that sat at a table across restaurant. “What are you all staring at? It’s a dog, alright? What? Never seen a guy having burgers with his dog before?”

OR

Tony recovers from losing Peter to the snap with a stray dog he found at the Parker's apartment.

OR

An AU where Peter is turned into a dog instead of snapped out of existence and spends that five year gap living with the Starks at their lake cabin

Irondad Bingo: Fluff (literally, fluff)

Familiar sounds by Graylines

Hey kid, how did your physics practical go?"

Peter's more thrown off by how perfect a replica this is than he would be if he could find something else distinctly wrong about this situation. His spidey senses are quiet so they know enough to not threaten him outright. And whoever this is mimicks Tony well. He hasn't taken his eyes off his perusing of the streets instead of actually watching the road. Until he realizes Peter's taken too long to answer the question.

"That bad huh?" The copy offers, finally glancing in his direction. "What was it? The noise in the room? Or did the Jones girl distract you? C'mon kid I know you can do those equations in your sleep slacking off because you're bored isn't gonna cut it."

project ten on ten by htmllost

“Mr. Stark, how well do you think you know me on the scale of 1-10?”

-

Aka Tony finds out he isn't as close to the kid as he thinks he is when Peter rates him a 6/10 on the closeness scale. Turns out there are four major things about Peter that he doesn't know, and he tries to be better so he can go back to being the kid's favourite again. He is competitive like that. Lots of angst and fluff with bonding.

i see myself (in you) by parkrstark

“Hey, c’mon, before long we’ll be back to normal and we’ll look back at this and laugh.”

Peter just looked up at him with a slight glare as he scratched at his chin again. The itch of the facial hair was driving him crazy and Tony found it highly amusing. “You’re in the body of a 15-year-old boy. Why are you smiling?”

“You’re in the body of Tony Stark. Why aren’t you smiling?” Tony asked with a smirk.

Or, the one where Tony and Peter swap bodies.

Um, I'm Invoking Parental Rights by teaandtumblr

Tony Stark might not have a kid but geez, are they useful for getting out of tight spots.

Or:

5 times Peter calls Tony "dad" to bail him out, and the 1 time he means it.

for good by Madelinedear

"Sorry, May, we can't all be best friends with a celebrity.”

May opens her mouth to retort reflexively, the words 'we aren’t even friends' on the tip of her tongue before she closes her mouth. Because they are friends, now. They’re way past that point.

Oh my god, she thinks somewhat hysterically. Tony Stark is my best friend.

(or; Tony Stark, May Parker, and the road to something like friendship)

5 times peter clung to tony by parkrstark

...and the one time tony clung to him.

Crash Landing by Nyxelestia

"You could've left me there," Adrian murmured, jerking his head back towards the burning beach in the distance. "For Stark and his DODC people to find me. Liz and Doris' lives would've actually fallen apart with my arrest, and all my work to take care of them would've gone to waste. You could've just left me there...but you didn't. So I'll make you another deal."

Peter clenched his hands, fists shaking hard. "I'm giving you a second chance - but if you go back to what you were doing...I can't make any promises."

"It would be stupid of me to expect you to, after all this," Adrian said. He looked at Peter, at the hints of bruises and all the blood. He had trouble reconciling this fragile-looking kid with the superhuman who's been destroying his business, his daughter's homecoming date with the boy he'd nearly killed. "That's not my deal. My deal is, we both walk away, and neither of us say a word about any of this to Liz. Anything else - we'll cross those bridges as we come to them."

Swallowing, the boy nodded.

Instead of gift-wrapping the Vulture for Happy to find, Peter lets Mr. Toomes go.

the most chaotic of kidnappings by OnlyForward

a group of kidnappers decide to kidnap peter parker stark, the heir to stark industries, because he’s only a child and can't do them any harm. they are, naturally, extremely wrong.

feat. nicknames, badass peter and a healthy dose of scaring the hell out of everyone who cares about him.

tldr: don’t kidnap peter parker stark. this is why.

We're Never Too Far Apart by kingdomfaraway for marvelouscass

Taking a very measured breath, he sat up and looked around the room a bit better. If he was kidnapped, they definitely put him up in the VIP suits of kidnapping rooms. He was in a highly modern and lavish bedroom that looked like… well, it looked like it would belong to Tony Stark.

“Oh, oh oh nooo,” Peter said out loud in a voice that 100% did not belong to him. “Oh nooooooo.”

He moved out of bed, feet hitting the floor and his back immediately protesting the sudden morning movement. “Oh my god,” he said again, Tony’s voice floating back in his ears, sounding sleep ridden. “This is not happening.”

All I Need by everythingsace

“This is so cool,” Tony says, awestruck, sticking his hand in and out of the hologram, which he’s only ever seen on cartoons. “Are there other pictures?” Tony asks, staring. “Hey! What do I look like? When I’m old?”

“I’m older than you are normally, and I’m getting a little offended you keep calling us old,” Mr. Rhodey says, and Tony simply raises his eyebrows. Mr. Rhodey can not deny that he’s old.

Daisies by LittleMissAgrafina

Peter turned his attention to the younger girl.

"Hey! Maya, right?" She nodded and Peter held up a gloved hand for a fistbump. "Can you tell me your sister's name?"

"Ainsley."

"Nice! I'm Spider-Man, you can call me Spidey with a B."

"There's a B?" Maya sniffed and started giggling when Peter ducked, looking around dramatically.

"WHERE!?" He gasped, holding a hand to his heart.

---

Comfortember Day 5. Alt Prompt Flowers

Desperate Measurers by Derpmallow

"He makes his way up the steps, knocking twice on the door. There's quiet shuffling, the sound of footsteps beyond the entry. The door creaks open.

Tony doesn't know what he was expecting. Maybe an old woman, leaning heavily on her cane, a few warts on her face. Maybe an ordinary person, asking why Tony would bother them so late as to disturb their slumber. What he doesn't expect is a boy, about fourteen, to open the door, looking up at Tony with curious eyes. Clearly not a witch."

I wanted to wait until i finished a few more prompts to post so i could just bang 'em out one after the other, but they're turning out longer than expected, sooo... Whumptober prompts "desperate measures" & "magical exhaustion"

peter parker is not a normal college student by OnlyForward 

His friend shook his head, and took a swig of the drink he was holding. “You’re the heir to Stark Industries, you gotta have some better stories than that. C’mon, be real with us.”

Peter swallowed and then spoke. “Uh, okay. Once I got kidnapped, I have a handshake with the President of the United States, I know how to defuse a bomb but I’ve never had to use it and I’m 17th in line to the English throne.”

when at college, peter parker-stark decides to play three truths and a lie with his new friends. it goes...interestingly

My Baby, My Baby by SpaceCowboysFromMars 

Silence falls over them like a warm blanket. Distantly, there’s commotion down on the street as people walk home from clubs. Peter thinks Tony might be his best friend in the whole world. After a long, peaceful moment, Tony says, voice dripping with warmth, “Night, kid.”

“Goodnight, Mr. Stark.”

-

Or: Tony and Peter in the middle of the night, in five alternate universes.

A Big Security Issue by FotiBrit 

When Peter lost his Stark Industries Staff ID, Tony handed the kid his own. That was never an issue, until Peter had to check in at the front desk.

A Peak Into the Future (It's Better Than I Thought) by WolfieGirlXox 

Tony stared in complete shock at the man sitting on the floor just a few feet away. His hair was the same color as Tony's, as were his eyes. They had the same jaw, nose, and mouth. The only differences between them apart from style were that this man was older and had a large scar encompassing part of the right side of his face. It was uncanny.

“Who are you?” Howard demanded, taking a step toward the mysterious trio.

“You aren’t going to like the answer.” The man who looked entirely too much like him stated.

“Answer the question.”

“Tony Stark.”

Or: Tony, Peter, and Morgan are transported into the past. Howard, Maria, and Tony go on the wild ride that is slowly gathering more and more baffling pieces of the future of the Stark family.

peter parker needs a home. by orphan_account 

when may dies and peter is fed up with his shitty foster homes, he runs away.

---

amy santiago and jake peralta are tasked with the assignment to figure out spider-man's identity after he begins patrolling in brooklyn.

---

featuring: homeless peter parker, irondad (eventually), fanboy jake peralta, and a b99/spider-man crossover. disclaimer: i do not own the marvel universe or the brooklyn 99 characters. credit for peter parker + the avengers + friends goes to marvel, and b99 goes to nbc??

calling out to you from somewhere in the past by ushnuu for Purpleyin 

Michelle Jones wasn't stupid. Ned Leeds wasn't jealous.

But Peter Parker was an idiot.

nothing can compare (to when you roll the dice and swear your love's for me) by blondsak for frostysunflowers 

“And going from best friends to a relationship is working out well for you two, I assume?”

He’d meant the question to sound casual but it’s obvious Peter and Ned can tell it’s genuine, the two of them smirking at each other before Peter replies, “Yeah. I mean—nobody knows me better than Ned.”

Tony nods appreciatively. He points at Peter. “And you asked him, or–”

“No, I told him first,” Ned says with no small amount of pride, Peter giving him an affectionate smile. “It was nerve-wracking, but I also think that I knew what he’d say? Like I already knew that he felt the same, even though we’d never talked about it before.”

Tony watches as Peter nods in agreement, giving Tony an encouraging look. “Do you feel that way with Mr. Rhodes, sir?”

Tony doesn’t answer at first, considering the question.

“Yeah,” he finally replies. “I do feel that way, now you say it. I think… maybe he’s realized it a lot longer than I have, even."

When In the 1950's by timewatches 

“And you can call me Grandpa.”

“No, you can't. Don't do that Peter.”

Peter accidentally time travels back in time and meets Howard Stark much to Tony's dismay.

Itsy Bitsy Spider by MellarkandArt for kingdomfaraway 

“What,” Tony’s voice broke and he coughed to clear his throat. “What are you- no, wait, maybe first just, who are you?”

There was a long and awkward pause before Tony received a response from the lunatic stuck to the building. “I’m- I’m Spider-Man.”

OR

after Civil War, Tony aims to distract himself from the trauma by focusing on developing his nano tech, and somehow gets caught into a spider's web along the way.

***

nominated for the “Best Homeless” and “Identity Reveal” fic in the 2022 Irondad Creator Awards!

[aalghul]

sorry if i am bothering you but i would love to know your opinion on something.

first of all i havent read MUCH comics YET because of school, stress vs and i have a really bad memory so if what i will say is wrong or something then i am sorry for that.

i remember seeing somebody say that they dont think bruce would let his little boy get an autopsy and i guess they were either angry at the fans who think he would or the writers who wrote that he did?

and he did right? because in canon jasons death cause is known as smoke inhalation.

and as long as i know bruce is atheist in canon so i dont think religion would be much of an issue.

also he IS a DETECTIVE, he would use autopsy reports all the time to solve crimes of course when jason died he wouldnt be against him getting one. and in aditf he wasnt sure and needed evidence that joker did this so he might want him to get one because of that too.

also with the thing they are doing (vigilantism, heroism?) there is a chance somebody killed them but tried to blame somebody else or a different situation so heroes, vigilantes would need a autopsy because of that too.

and didnt he wanted a living ollie get one too? if he is somebody who would want somebody who is alive to get autopsy or something then he wouldnt have a problem if a dead body did.

also isnt he just somebody like that?

i am sorry if i ranted, i was just thinking about this and i wanted to hear your thoughts since i trust yours more than any others. you are awesome, have a nice day!

Bruce is Jewish in canon! Besides that though, you’re right that Jason did get an autopsy in canon. I’ve seen people have strong opinions on it but I never really paid much attention as it never struck me as an odd thing to do in that situation (like you said. he’s a detective. He’s also a masochist that would torture himself with that knowledge). I see what people are saying with Bruce’s religion in consideration, I’m just not knowledgeable enough on Judaism to say whether that would even extend to his son, who isn’t Jewish (in canon).

(Autopsies are specifically for dead people, so I think you may be referring to something else?)

[dickgreyson]

dearest symeona

i’d like to join your little discussion and fill you in, since you were watching cat videos last year and seemed to miss everything. sounds like a much nicer time than i was having! because at the time i was being sent death threats and anti semitic hate for a holding a fairly uncontroversial opinion, or at least in the circles in which i run.

yes, i got upset seeing damian in a santa hat. because for the last few years, my dash every christmas is pretty jam packed full of christmas themed batfam posts and art. and as a jewish person, understanding that the creators of bruce and most of the batfam are jewish, i found this to be quite confusing and hurtful. and let’s just get this out of the way, bruce is jewish. dc has even published articles about this, and has confirmed it in a pussy way. but even without that, his mother, kate’s maternal aunt, is a jew. that means that bruce is a jew. unless he takes real concrete steps to renounce his faith and community, ethnically he’s still jewish. and he can be an atheist and STILL BE JEWISH. there are actually atheist rabbis, who just really love our culture and tradition, want to have a central role in the community, and guide other jews in a positive direction. and thats actually pretty wonderful. because again, judaism is just as much an ethnicity as it is a religion.

over the years, christians have written bruce as catholic and christian and atheist, and a broad range of other things. hell, in the 80s the phrase ‘caped crusader’ was coined by a christian writer, and i dont love hearing him referred to as that. i think it goes against the very core of why he was created as a jewish allegory. the same goes for people who believe superman is a jesus allegory - he isnt. he was written as a modern day moses parallel. also by jewish authors. he’s a jewish character to his core too. the author of the 1990whatever robin run even said he wanted tim to be jewish, and showed his mother in a jewish cemetery. its not as if intent isnt there.

comics as a whole were created by jewish people, to tell jewish stories to a wider audience. yes, there is some old official art of bruce and dick standing in front of a christmas tree. and that might maybe be because.... it was from the 40s. and i dont know if you noticed but in the 40s americans werent really fond of jews, and neither was the world at large. judging by the response of people in my inbox, they still arent. so these characters can still be jewish allegories, written by jewish people to convey jewish ideals and stories, in an antisemitic world. back then this lipservice needed to be paid in the name of assimilation, and i would have hoped today the need for this would have diminished. 

i hope thats enough context to introduce what happened last year, i was upset that it was all going to start again, and made it known. the artist even reached out to me, and listened to my point of view. because this actually, at the end of the day, isnt a huge deal. and im not sure why it grew, and why other people got involved, when the artist, urs, and i had sorted it out. it became a lightning rod for ‘free speech/art’ anti semitic crusaders.

what is a huge deal though is the hate and vitriol and racism and anti semitism that poured out of the people who associate with your side. Urs, my brave friend who vocally stood by me, received countless hateful messages about her being a survivor and a first nations american. i cant even count how many times i was called a kike.

so the real problem here wasnt the santa hat, it was that a jewish and native american person expressed unhappiness about something, and was met with a disgusting display of hate. thats the problem. that your side was so ready to resort to death threats and slurs. because someone expressed an opinion.

I believe that there is a difference between a person choosing to celebrate a holiday, and a non jewish artist drawing jewish/created by jewish people’s characters celebrating christian holidays. because the jewish person has a choice, but the character does not. at this point in time, there are very few practicing jewish and muslim characters in comics, and in media at large. so i dont think it’s appropriate to make everything christian and say no big deal. i think its more important to display diversity in faith and culture, even if dc is reticent because of cultural antisemitism at large.

when it comes to damian, i can’t speak to that with the same certainty and intensity as i can to the others, since im not muslim. but i do know that several writers have intended him to be muslim (again never committing in canon because comic fans are obviously not very progressive people), and muslim members of this fanbase have really connected with him. and i think showing art where he is muslim, and practices that in a loving and meaningful way, is way more significant and impactful than drawing him in a fucking santa hat.

it is actually very important for jewish people to conserve and practice our culture, and to be vocal about doing so. because people have tried to take it away from us time and time again. so to just brush this aside and say that ‘christmas is a coca cola ad so who cares’ (?) isnt good enough. because we were killed for practicing chanukah, so now its really important that we do. that we remember our tradition, and we pass it on. that we dont allow it to be wallpapered over in the name of assimilation.

all that needed to have happened was for someone to accept and admit that these are characters created by jewish people, to tell jewish stories, and act accordingly and respectfully.

so the problem, in the end, was that i was viciously and ruthlessly attacked for being a jewish woman with an opinion on something, and 10 months later deciding to get involved? i think thats a bad look babe xx

[oh-for-fic-sake]

Day At The Races

You find yourself competing with Bruce on the track.

Masterlist 

Warnings: Innuendo's, Swearing

A/n have some fluff, hope you enjoyxx

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Day At The Races

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You took a deep breath as Bruce parked the car in the school parking lot there was tonnes of people walking around all making there way to the field where the days festivities were being held. You leaned back looking at him smiling lightly

"Sweets its fine there isn't any press here its families only." he pulled up a hand placing a kiss to it then your wrist and arm tugging you close trailing kisses along your arm until he placed a kiss on your cheek making you giggle when he nuzzled you rubbing his light scruff on your cheek.

"Hey no beard burn!"

"First time I've heard that seriously tho today will be fine"

"I know but its the first time we've been out since going public.... people are going to watch and judge especially after the other articles..." he sighed running his thumb across your hand he understood he really did the media had blown up about your relationship as expected but some had gone beyond, many had nice things to say but a few had been critical saying that you was the billionaires answer to a midlife crisis and that you'd be out of the picture, soon enough others followed making articles base solely around your age gap calling you a gold digger a whore without saying the word Bruce as promised had his legal team taking them to court on your behalf for slander. Hell one had made you cry as it was so nasty saying vile things interviews with 'child hood friends' who you hadn't even remembered crawled out of the wood work fabricating stories of raunchy sexual escapades and such claiming you was a high paid 'anything goes' escort and that's how you really met Bruce, it had made him so angry he didn't even bother to go to court he bought the magazine outright and stopped the printing sacking half of the company as well as the ceo and editorial managers. 

"Just remember I'm with you. I love you and I've got your back we're a team sweets"

"I love you to" you both leaned in kissing each other you got butterflies in your chest as you both pulled away exiting the car you walked around to bruce he took your hand in his locking the car and led you down towards You eyed the people around you, they were watching you judging you. some scoffed you hear whispers from some people about what you were waering, you looked down you didnt think you looked bad. Bruce like you in these leggings well by the way he had pounced on you when you slid them on grabbing and squeezing your ass in them you assumed he had, they were a false matte black leather look you top was a baggy plain whit on the front on the back was a big patch of a cat saying dont be a pussy... probably not the best choice but you felt cute.

You noticed others women eyeing Bruce it was rare for him to be seen out not in a suit or some variation of it ,receiving looks from many of the mothers and older sisters of the students. Not that you could blame them he was in a tight fit black tee and tasteful dark sweats he had come dressed for the dreaded parents race...You never were one for a man in sweats but damn if he didn't look mouthwatering.. if only they were a tad lower, he caught you looking smirking at you then lifted a thumb to the corner of your mouth.

"Your drooling there sweets hold still." you slapped his hand away 

"I was not!" he laughed using the opportunity to grasp your offending hand kissing your palm before holding it tight walking to the desk informing them of your arrival as bruce signed you both in you saw many women glaring at you. You pulled back a little from him he noticed giving your hand a squeeze then moved to hold your hip pulling you to walk beside him.

"Ignore them they are just jealous.... an ass like yours would cost them a lot of money." you squeaked as he pinched your bottom.... he seemed obsessed with it today, you was tankful as his antics were taking your mind off of the glances you was receiving.Bruce quickly navigated the crowds with you arriving at the booths made for parents to sign up to participate in some events he grabed a pen and began filling in for the parents races. Each pupil had a number the parents would get a corresponding number to pin to themselves for the race gaining points for their children adding to their total's helping them to win prizes. He passed the pen to you once filling everything in, you bit your lip writing down your name for the mothers race for Jack freezing you hovered the pen above damien's name bruce smiled leaning down he kissed your ear lightly before speaking quietly in your ear so close you could feel his breath.

"You'd run for him?" you nodded still debating if it was a good idea, it was your first semi public apperance you didnt want to rock the boat. 

"Yes... I want to but....It could cause an uproar people could make assumptions." he stood behind you still holding your hip in one hand the other coverd your hand holding the pen making a tick mark beside his sons name kissing the back of your neck.

"Fuck them you want to run the mothers race for my son do it... and I'll run the dads for Jack."he said letting you put down your name before taking back the pen doing the same for jack.

"and I hope to meet you in the winners race."

"Something tells me you'd throw it just to see my ass" he grunted at you

"Nope I always win these things I wouldn't throw them for anything and besides I don't have to throw a race to look at it, I'll look at it when I damn well please, as is my right" you chuckled at him shaking your head

"What ever you say boss man" before being interupted by someone clearing there throat. You both turned to see a barbie who had obviously rearranged herself pulling the tops of her expensive tits out of the yoga top hanging out obscenely trying to gain his attention. You rolled your eyes as a blonde came up behind you both a sultry look fluttering her eyelashes at your man.

"Can I please?" she said motioning to the pen in Bruce's hand her eye scanning him from head to toe licking his lips. He smiled politely handing it to her you scowled at her.

"Of course come on love" he said leading you away you looked down a little. 

"Dont let it get to you sweets. They will try, they will always try love"

"I know dosent mean I have to like it tho....Its just hard and I'm trying to behave for your sake. I cant exactly call her out and smack the shit out of her" he grunted twitching in his sweats rearranging himself 

"Not if you don't want to be caught being railed on the field no"

"Bruce! are you always thinking about sex? seriously were in a school"

you shouted laughing pushing him lightly as he laughed pulling you back ton him placing you in front as he walked resting his chin on your shoulder whispering huskily into your ear.

"Well this is where me met.... its on my list"

"No!. Do not even go there with your stupid fucking list"

"Don't knock the list...You could have one if you want...I'm sure we could find a way to sneak away for five minutes or so, we could try Mr Kolemans office"

"Oh? and when do you ever finish in five minutes?" he shrugged sending you cheeky look

"Just because I haven't doesn't mean I cant" you shook you head rolling your eyes at him. You quickly noticed the blond from earlier was sticking close the the both of you, Bruce had noticed but kept quiet ignoring her as you made your way across to the boys events. You grunted as she tailed you all the way down the field even as you both sat on the grass you sat between Bruce's legs he pulled you close making a point to touch and hold you. She was always trying to be in sight of Bruce twirling her hair and fluttering her eyes at one point bending over in front of him wiggling her boney ass. You seethed knowing what she was doing but unable say anything.

"You know...You could say something...I really wouldn't mind..Quite the opposite I would enjoy having you get all territorial just a quick snap? growl? anything?" you rolled your eyes as he began grinding against you making sure you felt just how much he would enjoy it

"Bruce behave youself!!"you slapped his thigh making him grunt and hiss leaning forward capturing your ear between his teeth suckling your lobe

"Go oonn you know you want to, do it for me?" he continued kissing down your neck you flushed as she scoffed as Bruce sucked a new mark onto your neck. You would not start a cat fight over Bruce, not that you didn't want to fight for him just that you didn't need to. He was yours. But it didn't mean you wasn't self conscious as the slim woman tried to gain his attention. Tho he made himself quite clear with his little display just who it was he desired. You shook your head trying to rise above her pettiness. Spotting the boys you waved then pointed them out to Bruce who was now satisfied with his fresh mark pulled away with a soft kiss. Jack and Damien sat across from you, Jack waved back then nudged Damien who smiled nodding to you. First was the throwing events then we moved to the jumps. 

"Whats Damien doing?"

"He is doing high jump he is band from long jump."

"What? why?"

"He... clears the sand.... by quite a bit so he cant do it now, the others cant compete with him"

"That doesn't sound fair being banned for being good at it" he sighed.

"And he was holding back"

"Wow so he's and agile little bugger then"

"Heh you have no idea" you both watched the kids participate in their events moving across the field. Throughout the day you saw a pattern Damien was top across the board. In every single event he did. The boy didn't even break a sweat as he was leaving all of the others in the dust, you got the distinct feeling he was holding back. Especially as you saw Bruce motion for him to slow down.

"Bruce what the fuck! your sons a beast how the fuck can he do that im pretty sure he just broke a world record?" you cried as he won the hurdles a good 50 seconds before Jack came in second place. you pulled out your phone to do a google search on hurdle world records Bruce sighed running a hand across the back of his neck.

"...Well he likes fitness and sports I may have updated the manor's gym for him" you snapped your head to him.

"Hang on whoa a gym? where the hell have you hid a gym?" he faltered which was unlike him before quickly snapping out of it stuttering.

"Err well it's-its at the back in the old part,its not fully finished I don't want you going in there it has potentially dangerous equipment in there, professional stuff you need to be taught how to use them." you nodded unconvinced before hearing an anouncement.

"All parents participating in the parental race please come and collect your numbers" Bruce stood helping you up. You both walked to the table collecting the numbers 345 jack 352 for Damien pinning them to your tee shirts ,the fathers race was first you pulled Bruce in for a sweet kiss which he promptly tried deepening wrapping himself aroung you you giggle pulling back as he moved to kiss down your neck, you glowed red as the other parents watch out right some of the women were scoffing. You cupped his face.

"Good luck babe kick ass" he smiled kissing your lips again

"You to" he said before taking position on the start line you was awestruck as you watched him dominate the race, what ever Bruce had said about Damien in the gym was bullshit, it was genetics, pure dna it had to be as Bruce quickly made his way out front and stayed there he was miles away from the others you cheered as he made it across the finish line. Smiled Standing tall as the other runners crouched over panting some heaving there faces purple. You took your place on the starting line noting that blondy was in the line up doing some bullshit yoga stretches drawing attention to herself, although you was on the larger side than  the other women you was confident. In school you had been on the track team, not only that this was Gotham being able to run was a survival skill that most of these women didn't need to master in their gilded castles. You crouched looking down the track taking a slow breath flexing the muscles in your legs warming them with extra blood flow as the others got in position. The teacher counted down and you were off you stayed near the back pacing yourself letting the others wear themselves out before going in for the win, as predicted the others all took off in a full sprint loosing steam quickly. Half way down the track you took it up a notch sprinting slowly building up to full speed passing the women one by one hearing the curses and gasps as you took the lead even then you pushed on breaking away further and further finally crossing the finish line Bruce high fived you.

"Where the hell did that come from?"

"Track team, you never start with sprinting." he shook his head now the top three of each would race one another you noticed with glee that blondy hadn't made it through, she maybe skinny but you were fitter and you couldn't help being smug. You all lined up looking to Bruce you don't care about beat the others just him but you had no hope in winning against him outright so would have to try some underhanded tactics smiling slyly.

"Hey babe?" you bent over a little wiggling your ass he glanced at you wetting his lips eyeing your bent over form as the teacher to position starting to count down. 

"Yeah"

"Is it obvious I'm not wearing anything underneath these?" you said pulling on your leggings he gasped standing up quickly turning to look at your ass.

"You what?!" you laughed running as the race began Bruce missing the call swore quickly following a few seconds you as you took a healthy lead the others now tired from the previous race, you glanced behind you seeing him quickly gaining on you, not even in his lane he'd merged into yours and he looked determined but his eyes were glued to you ass,

"Just you wait!" he shouted out to you squealing you pushed harder trying to stay ahead of him laughing unable to stop yourself from tucking your ass below you as you heard his heavy steps just behind you fully expecting him to grab you.

"No! Bruce! I'm sorry!" you shouted as he was practically on top of you as you crossed the finish line

"Sorry?! you get your ass here!!" but you didn't stop dodging him for a few more moments, in that moment you didn't care about the damn race you screamed as he finally caught you around the waist lifting you up crushing you against him.

"That was really a really dirty trick woman" he said you laughed he placed you down in front him your back to him then smoothed his hands across your ass raking his fingers up and down before giving you a quick spank you flushed knowing full well no matter how discreet he was trying to be someone was bound to have seen that.

"You little tease!" he growled once he felt the the seam of your underwear he moved hugging you from behind pulling you back grinding into your ass lightly. 

"Just you wait until I get you to the car" you mewled at the threat rubbing back against him feeling his significant bulge pressing insistently at your ass 

"Is that a promise Mr Wayne?" he groaned into your neck. Turning you saw that you had indeed come first gaining both boys extra points.

"Ha I won!!" you laughed

"Yes you won, but at what cost?" you froze turning to look at him wide eyed 

"Cost? what do you mean cost? Bruce?" he just laughed pulling away from you as he waved over at the boys both of them shrinking into their shoulders at the public display you'd given everyone. He walked over to the table to hand in his numbers you followed at a safe distance

"Bruce? What cost? hey! don't ignore me!" He did tho chuckling to himself deciding to let your mind dwell on what could be in store for you. 

[brvceselina]

what are your batcat taylor swift songs?

oh anon... you really want to go there?? you see basically my mind lives in a 24/7 tswift + batcat <33 

under the cut bc boy do i have words about this 

its impossible for me to not think of my batcat fam, aka em, haley and kayleigh (love u guys <3), whenever i think about taylor and batcat bc i have had many, many, many conversations with them about this and basically ‘cornelia street’ is one of my #1 batcat songs ( i mean the line “ I get mystified by how this city screams your name “ & “ I'm so terrified of if you ever walk away “ scream selina kyle to me) 

-coney island: i made a post about it a few weeks ago but i see it more from a bruce pov “ Were you waiting at our old spot in the tree line by the gold clock, did I leave you hanging every single day?” (imagine selina on a rooftop waiting for bruce to come home, rip to my feelings i guess)

-daylight: i see this as a future batcat song, when they have found some peace after reconnecting with each other after all those years apart: “ I've been sleeping so long in a 20-year dark night // and now I see daylight, I only see daylight” & also i recall a late night chat with em about how the line ‘you gotta step into the daylight and let it go’ fits so well with selina after stepping into the studio of wayne manor again bc even tho the place holds such beautiful memories for both of them, is also the place where she was shot and almost bleeds to death so, at first, its really hard for her to just be there (after bruce comes back, after they´re past the anger, the sadness and the regrets towards each other, after she finds the strenght to go back to his place again) but in time she learns to just let go of that awful experiencie and just hold on to the beautiful memories they have in that room (’ hold on to the memories, they will hold on to you’ boom there´s another tswift + batcat reference for you)

-king of my heart: the bridge screams batcat “ Is the end of all the endings? //

my broken bones are mending // with all these nights we're spending // up on the roof with a school girl crush // drinking beer out of plastic cups // say you fancy me, not fancy stuff // baby, all at once, this is enough” (missing batcat moment of them on some rooftoop actually acting like teenagers for once and just being silly while drinking cheap beer even tho he´s a billionaire)

-all you had to do was stay: a selina anthem if you ask me. “ all you had to do was stay // had me in the palm of your hand // then why'd you have to go and lock me out when I let you in?” when bruce left gotham, selina was already in a ‘yes, i know what i want, i know i want to be with him and let´s go all the way for it’ state of mind, she was sure of what she wanted and of course, that was the moment he decided to leave (good reasons, bad execution), so that completely destroyed her bc she was ready to give him everything and he just left without even saying goodbye to her. also ‘you were all i wanted’ (tswift lyric) vs ‘i wanted you’ (an actual line from the show)?? i rest my case. 

-death by a thousand cuts: ‘quiet my fears with the touch of your hand’ selina, as we know, has many, many abandonment issues and that was a constant fear in her mind whenever she was around bruce, like ‘dont get too close, don´t get attached, he´s going to leave someday’ but everything he looked at her, everytime he smiled at her, he made those fears go away, he made her feel she had found a safe space so eventually, she became too attached and the heartbreak when he left was the price she paid for that. 

-cruel summer: “and i walked through the garden gate, everynight that summer just to seal my fate” s4 was when they were at a point where everyone in gotham could tell that selina kyle and bruce wayne were something, ra's al ghul, being the creepy, nosy obsessed with bruce dude that he is, of course knew that, so he told jeremiah that the only way to get through bruce wayne besides alfred (hello he had killed him once) was through selina. ‘jeremiah shot me to get to you’ she says to him after, so while being with bruce, she basically sealed her fate that nigh she was shot. 

oh my god this is way too long already and i dont even know if this makes ANY sense. 

-cowboy like me: another full batcat song. “ and the skeletons in both our closets plotted hard to fuck this up” those two are filled with so much trauma, so much fear, so much repressed feelings that those ‘skeletons in their closets’ were really trying to destroy them but, at the end, they managed to beat them. 

you know im going to end this here before i end up writing like a full freaking eassy on how i relate every taylor song to batcat, kay? 

thanks for asking <3 

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Our Deepest Roots (Part 1)

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She genuinely hadn’t known that Damian would be attending Gotham University, so it was a surprise to see him in her Intro to Business class.

Damian was sitting a few rows in front of her, his t-shirt exposing enough of his back to show the vertebrae tattoo that allowed her to identify him. Next to it was a new tattoo, a still healing emblem with a crown above it. Marinette knew that emblem, it was the same one her mother had on her left wrist.

Damian hadn’t paid any attention to the lecture, he’d just taken the syllabus and added it to the files in his bag. Instead he’d spent the hour looking through the angry texts and emails that his brothers had sent him over the last week. The only one he’d bothered to respond to was one from Todd asking if him if it was worth losing them.

He could feel eyes on him, the hairs on the back of his neck stood up, but that could have just been his new tattoo bothering him. He’d added it shortly after moving out and telling his family that he was done. Done fighting with them, done helping, done associating with the Wayne family altogether.

A cool hand on his shoulder startled him out of his thoughts and he whirled around, only to find his eyes meeting a pair of bright blue ones.

“Hi Damian.” Her voice was just as sweet as he remembered.

“Hello angel, I didn’t think I’d ever see you again.”

“Oh Damian,” She moved a hand up to cup his cheek, “I will always come back to you.”

—

Red Robin had been following their mysterious shadow for three blocks now. Last time they tried to get any information on them it had ended with Damian breaking Bruce’s hand and moving out.

Tim was determined to get at least an alias from this outing, Damian had refused to talk to any of them and had gotten violent when pressed. He was closing in on the shadow when the rusted fire escape that he’d been standing on began to fall apart. Managing to get onto another rooftop with his grappling hook he could hear soft laughter coming from the shadow of an AC unit.

“Looks like you will make a much better warning.” The woman’s voice was almost a purr. “I’ll save you the time, I am Talon. I will not bother you if you stay away, it’s in your best interest to not interfere.”

“Who do you work for-“ His words are cut off by her lunging at him, something sharp grazing his ear.

Talon looked unbothered by his dodge and just grinned at him, hood obscuring all but her red painted lips and white teeth.

“Unlike yours, my name is not just for show. I am the demon’s talons and it would do you well to stop asking questions.” With this she lunged again, too quick for him to dodge and dragged her claw-like nails down his cheeks, ripping his skin apart and pushing him off the roof.

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Peace and Quiet?

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: Angst-ish, language, the reader makes a poor decision, fluff as well  

Word Count: 5900+ 

Request: “I seriously love your longer one shots! Could you please do a Cap (or Bucky) + reader, where the reader is kinda loud/outgoing because of not wanting to be forgotten or something? And the reader figures they make him uncomfortable and shuts everyone out, leading to him confessing he likes the reader? Fluff please?” @homeybadger

A/N:  Wow so uhh, this has been a request that’s been sitting in my inbox for sooooo looonnng. No seriously, like super long. I feel so bad that it’s taken me just now to get to it. I wanted to do something nice with it, but I just couldn’t get it right, then I forgot it was there and then I remember and scrapped the whole thing. I hope you enjoy this story and I hope the length makes up for it! I did not mean to take so long on this! I hope you all enjoy!! 

**I’m also debating on doing a second part, but it all depends on the feedback I get. So please let me know what you think! ❤

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“Oh, bad luck. You landed on Boardwalk,” Sam smirked, a giggle beginning to bubble in his chest as the rage that was settling on Y/N’s face across the table. She glared at the double dice, a freaking snake eye, that had been against her the entire game. “And if my math is correct, with my three houses you owe me $1400. And from the looks of your very sad pile, you’ll have to sell everything on top of declaring bankruptcy.”

“I hate this game!” Y/N screamed, throwing down the $300 hundred she had left.

“Hey, don’t hate the game!” Natasha shot back, grinning behind her beer bottle. Y/N shot her glare.

“Oh, shut up! You and Clint have been cheating the entire time and you know it!” she growled. Clint gasped but was cut off by a sharp jab in the ribs by Bucky. He grumbled and pulled out the chance cards he had stashed away, and nudge Natasha to pull out the money she had hidden away. “See! This game sucks!”

“Now, now. No need to go all green on us.” Tony grinned. Bruce made a noise before letting out a puff of air. Irritated with both the game and how smug everyone was acting, Y/N exploded with a primal battle cry.

“Fuck this game! You people are all cheaters!”

Everyone had enough time to grab their drinks off before Y/N flipped the table, the pieces flying everywhere. Bucky and Wanda both doubled over in their seats, howling when Y/N began to scream at Tony, who jumped up and was yelling back at the same volume. Clint and Natasha were grinning like idiots as the mayhem grew. Bruce rolled his eyes when Sam jumped in, normally the tone the room shifted would set him on edge, but this wasn’t unusual. The only person that wasn’t reacting, save for Vision who had no idea why tensions were so high over a silly game, was Steve.

He had decided to sit this game night out. After the Mario Party debacle, he wasn’t ready to jump back in the ring. Thor spun a wheel and tossed a dart to cut someone’s stars in half. He landed on Y/N’s. While she was once in the lead, that cut her stars in half and she was suddenly in last place. That was fine. It was when she was hit by Bowser, who Tony was playing as when they managed to let him loose of his little prison that she flipped her lid. The team got a kick out of her raging at the games, and all banded together to see how quickly she could snap. Steve, however, didn’t see the charm in it.

To put it lightly, Y/N was a lot to handle. She was everywhere all at once to begin with, her voice carrying through walls. There wasn’t a single mean bone in her body, aside from her intense competitive streak. She seemed to win over anybody. Steve still wasn’t sure. He’d admit, she was sweet and everyone else seemed to love her. Steve thought she was cute too, sometimes she would fall asleep on the couch and he’d find himself taking advantage of her stillness to stare. But she never stopped to breathe once it seemed. He couldn’t recall a time where she wasn’t talking loudly about something or practically bouncing off the walls from excitement. She was a lot more than he was used to. Y/N made his head spin. It wasn’t terrible, but it was a bit exhausting after a while around her. It also didn’t help that sometimes her power manifested with her growing emotions. Which is what was happening right now.

“You’re the one who wanted us to play this stupid game!” Tony accused, rolling his eyes.

“Did not! I specifically said that I thought it was a stupid idea because I always end up flipping a table! You’re the one who then said we had to play it since learning that bit of information.” She countered pointing a finger at him. Tony stopped, a sly grin spreading across his face.

“Oh yeah.”

“Ugh!” She grumbled. “You people are so frustrating! Why do you do this to me?!”

“Because it’s fun.” Tony grinned, his eyes flashing with glee. That was the wrong thing to say. Now Y/N really was angry. She grits her teeth and balled her fists at her side. If this was a cartoon, she’d have steam coming out of her ears she was so angry. Unbeknownst to her, her powers started to manifest with her mounting fury, afflicting the others in the room.

Y/N’s power was special and even a bit strange considering how specific it was. Since she could remember, Y/N always had the gift to control the aura around her to suppressed others authority and leadership skills. It was a power that had come handy in her life, but also hindered her more than it helped. She had a rather strong grip on it at all times, but sometimes that control slipped. Tony’s face paled, and everyone else around her started to shift uncomfortably.

“Uh-Y/N.” Wanda reached out, her fingers gently brushing against the back of Y/N’s arm. Wanda flinched, the contact enough to send her the full force of Y/N’s strange power, but she fought to stay strong. Y/N blinked, quickly realizing the shift in the room was because of her. Her shoulder’s dropped and the suffocating aura surrounding her disappeared. The room sighed collectively in relief.

“See. This is why you shouldn’t poke the bear.” Y/N huffed, crossing her arms against her chest. Tony chuckled and shook his head.

“It’s nice to know you’re aware.” Sam let out a laugh as well, grinning widely at her. She grumbled under her breath and turned to sit back in her seat. As she did, she scanned the room and noticed a spot empty. Standing straighter she glanced around the room.

“Hey, where did Steve go?”

The group collectively turned around, just now noticing the empty seat their Captain once took up as well. Bucky frowned and shot a look to Natasha, who seemed on the same page. Slowly, he turned to back to Y/N.

“Uh... Maybe he decided to turn in early.” He tried. The team seemed to take it, albeit skeptically. He had been doing this a lot lately, getting up at disappearing without a word. No one wanted to say it aloud, but they all noticed it happened around the time Y/N came to the team four months ago.

Y/N stilled, her eyes hardening for a split second before they seemed to glaze over. Shaking her head, she heaved a sigh.

“I’m gonna turn in early too. Sorry, this little outburst just took a lot out of me.” She said, stepping over the discarded pieces and was out of the room before anyone could argue. The room had shifted into a subdued atmosphere, everyone thinking the same thing.

“Someone needs to talk to him.” Wanda murmured. Bucky nodded, letting out a sigh.

“I’ll talk to him.” He said. The rest all murmured in agreement, slowly trickling out the room since game night clearly was done for the evening. They could only hope tomorrow would end on a better note.

~~~~~~~

Y/N sat on her bed, clinging to her favorite stuffed animal wondering just where she went wrong. Since she joined the team a few short months ago, she had been trying her best to get close to the rest of her teammates. Naturally, she was a bubbly person. But her gift made it harder for her to get close to anyone. Her parents thought it was odd, the power came from nowhere when she hit the age of three. It took them time to figure out that it wasn’t because she was incredibly intimidating and that she was unintentionally suppressing their confidence level.

They spent years taking her to doctors and specialists that might be able to help her control her powers. It wasn’t without consequences. Because she struggled for so long to control her powers, she spent a lot of her life unintentionally hurting those around her.

Her classmates didn’t know what exactly, but they knew something was wrong with her. She spent the majority of her school years alone in the corner, shunned from taking part of anything in her classes. If anyone tried to give her the benefit of the doubt, something always went wrong. They were terrified of her. The fear turned to indifference and eventually, they paid her no mind. No one wanted her in their lives. But for Y/N, she wanted nothing more than to be accepted and included.

Which might explain why she was the way she was today. It took years to master her control, but she did it. And now that she was an Avenger, she was surrounded by people who were like her. Special and unique. Nowhere else could she be herself as she could here. This was her last chance of being free and she never wanted to be forgotten.

It didn’t take her long to win over the others. They were more than aware of what she could do. Not a one batted an eyelash, no one shrank away in fear they’d be subjected to the smothering fear she could plague them with. If anything, it fascinated them. She was the one who they’d send in to interrogate. Whether on location or in a holding cell, it didn’t matter. Her power was a gift to get the tightest of lips to talk. For the first time in her life, Y/N felt as though she had finally found her calling.  

Y/N was proud of how far she had come. It was years of uphill battles and year left in the shadows. But now, she had it all, friends, her family and a job she loved. All except the acceptance of Steve. He was polite, but he always had an air of discomfort around her. Not with anyone else, just her. Y/N hated to admit it, but it hurt.

Since the day she met him, Y/N fell hard. Who couldn’t though? He was charming, cared for his friends and protective of his family. But for some reason, he just didn’t seem like he enjoyed being around her. Perhaps, she thought, it was something she said to him. She couldn’t recall anything that might set his teeth on edge, but she was at a loss.

Letting out a heavy sigh, Y/N set her stuffed animal down on the bed and swung her legs over the side. She knew she shouldn’t dwell too much on it. He could very well be in a bad mood, and it could confidently only be when she’s in the same room. She snorted. Yeah, that was it.

No, she thought, there was something more about it. Thinking back all the times she noticed he’d got running, realization hit her like a freight train. Every time he ran, it was because of something she did. It was her. A broken sob crept it’s way up her throat. She was the reason, that was the only thing it could be. Steve Rogers, the man who unknowingly held her heart in his hands, was uncomfortable with her. She clenched the sheets of the bed and held back her tears.

Y/N had to change. Her behavior had always been a problem, she knew that. She was so terrified of being left alone and forgotten again, she let her eagerness go too far. Falling back on the bed, she stared at the ceiling and came to a life-altering decision.

~~~~~

“Hey! There you are!” Natasha grinned motioning Y/N over to her mat. “I was wondering if you’d ever show up or if I’d have to go up to pull you out of bed.”

Y/N didn’t respond with her usual quip, just sent her a tight-lipped smile and a soft apology. Natasha blinked her lack of typical response slightly off-putting. Where was her boisterous hello and never-ending pouts of energy? It was one of the fun things about working out with Y/N first thing in the morning. This wasn’t usual of her at all.

“Okay.” Natasha drawled, looking over Y/N to try and decipher her new attitude. “Well, let’s get started on stretching you at, then we’ll get on the mat to spar.”

Y/N wordlessly nodded, moving over to where the yoga mats were laid out waiting for her. Natasha took up the spot next to her, keeping her eyes especially close on Y/N. Aside from her uncharacteristically quiet demeanor, it didn’t seem like there was a hair out of place on her. Although, her movement seemed a bit on the robotic side. Y/N was just going through the motions, getting done with her stretches before wordlessly making her way over to the mats without a glance to Natasha.

Natasha sat up and watched Y/N leave without a word, flabbergasted. Things seemed fine last night, aside from Steve’s abrupt disappearance. As far as Natasha knew, Y/N had gone straight to her room to sleep. And everyone was either here in the gym or Tony and Bruce in the lap. So, what happened to Y/N?

“Hey, you okay?” Natasha asked, catching Y/N’s elbow.

“What do you mean?” Y/N tilted her head to the side, brows furrowed.

“I don’t know,” Natasha said slowly, her gaze narrowing the longer she stared at Y/N. “You just seem… off today.”

“Oh.” She uttered simply. “Yeah. I’m good.”

Pulling her arm away from Natasha, Y/N wandered over to where Sam was now standing with Bucky. Their smile grew at the sight of her, both unaware of Y/N’s new behavior.

“Good morning sunshine!” Sam beamed at her, wrapping her up in a hug. Y/N let out a faint giggle as she hugged him back. Bucky grinned and tilted his head in greeting.

“Morning doll. You sleep okay last night? I didn’t hear your snores through the paper-thin walls last night.”  He teased, nudging her with his shoulder. Y/N huffed but surprisingly bit her tongue.

“Morning Bucky. Yeah, I slept fine.” Y/N shrugged, her face showing little to no emotions. “We ready to get started.”

Both men were stunned, completely thrown off by her sudden change. They shot Natasha a startled look, who could only shrug. She hadn’t the faintest idea either what happened. Y/N wasn’t supplying them with anything either, so all they could do was continue as if nothing was wrong. It didn’t mean they weren’t going to question her later of course.

Getting done with their training was odd, uncomfortable even. Y/N didn’t speak unless spoken to, and even then they were short simple answers. There was none of her usual spunkiness that fought back with each quip Sam sent her way. He even tried to rile her up, he almost pulled out all the stops in a hope to gain a reaction from her. But she didn’t move an inch. Bucky tried to get her to react when he threw a punch harder than necessary her way. They thought they had her, there was a spark of fury in her eyes after she picked herself up, but she quickly wiped the expression on her face.

In the end, Y/N went through the motions, doing what needed to be done without her usual flare. At one point, Wanda had even commented on how unusually quiet she had been. When Y/N left to head to the locker room, she cornered Bucky and Sam.

“What did you two do?” she hissed, jabbing a finger in Sam’s chest. He made a noise in the back of his throat offended at the accusation.

“What the hell makes you think we did anything?” Bucky crossed his arms across his chest. Wanda turned her narrow gaze to Bucky.

“Well. Something happened to her. And I know Natasha wouldn’t do anything to hurt her.”

“Oh and we would?” Sam snapped, shaking his head. “We didn’t do anything to her Wanda, she was like this when she came in.”

“He’s right.” Natasha interrupted, siding with the two men. “She’s been like this all morning. I have no clue why.”

The door the locker room opened, Y/N walking freshly out of the shower and a new change of clothes. She stopped short when she saw all four eyes locked on her across the room. Awkwardly, she waved to them before heading to the exit. Right as she reached it, Steve swung open the door, towel in hand. His steps faltered and a tight-lipped smile passed on her face.

The group couldn’t see her face from where they stood. All they could see was her nod her head once before stepping around Steve with a wide berth to head out the exit. Steve was left stunned. It wasn’t normal to not have his ear talked off when it came to Y/N. Blinking rapidly, he wandered over to Bucky, brows furrowed in confusion.

“What she say?” Wanda asked. Steve’s mouth fell open to answer but couldn’t find the right words.

“Uh… Nothing.” He shrugged.

“And you don’t find that strange?” Wanda asked the group, pinning each of them with her stare. Bucky bristled at the insinuation, his hands balling into fists.

“We never said it wasn’t. We just have no idea what’s wrong with her.” He snapped, stepping up with his back straighter and shoulders set. Wanda glared right back, red seeping into her eyes. Natasha wiggled her way between them, grumbling under her breath.

“Alright. Alright, enough.” She held her hands out to both, pushing them back. “Wanda, we have no clue what happened. Y/N walked in like this. It’s probably nothing and she’s just having an off day. Why don’t we just let whatever happened run its course and see how she is through the rest of the day. No point on biting each other’s heads off when we all did nothing wrong.”

The group grumbled their agreement, still not at ease with how the morning had turned. Steve was just as concerned as the rest. It was odd that she didn’t greet him with her megawatt smile when he walked in the gym, and it was odd how her face seemed to tighten at the sight of him. All he got this morning was a tight-lipped smiled before she ran out the door. What was even odder was the fact that she seemed to give him as much space as possible. As if she didn’t want to get too close.

Steve turned to the door, his brows creased and mouth in a tight line. Something was going on with Y/N, but who was he to worry about her?

~~~~~~~~

Things hadn’t gotten much better with Y/N over the next few days. She had stopped taking part in the loud discussions that always managed to start up in the kitchen or the living room. Her words were short and few in between, but she didn’t seem upset. Just much more subdued than usual. When someone would speak to her, so would she. But it was never the same volume as before.

Sam and Clint both made it their mission to get her to snap. They did everything from switching her sugar to salt in her coffee to going into her room and putting baby powder in her hair dryer. Nothing worked. She would just sigh and turn her back to them, shoulders tense. They thought she’d give up and go back to her old ways, but nothing worked. Not even Natasha could get her to admit what was wrong.

Steve, however, was taking her attitude change harder than the rest. Don’t ask him why he didn’t even know. He thought he’d prefer her at a lower decibel, he assumed she would be more manageable and easier to get along with. But this, this wasn’t what he thought it would be like. To him, it almost seemed creepy. This wasn’t the Y/N he had come to know. The wasn’t the same woman in the slightest. It was as if someone else swapped personalities with her.

Y/N hadn’t shown any improvement in her attitude in the field either. Actually, she seemed to be less productive now. One of the ways she managed to get people to confess was using her power and then releasing it. There she’d act like a good cop, bargaining with them for information and if they didn’t give her what she wanted, she’d switch her powers back on again. Now, she just threw herself into it. There was no build up, no false sense of security.

Just last week they needed information about the next hit Hydra ordered. They apprehended one of the agents and sent in Y/N to get out the information when he wouldn’t fess up. The team assumed the old Y/N would come out now that she was in the field. Instead, she walked in and used the full force of her powers on the man. She was already so powerful, but she had a strong grip on her control. When her power flared to life, even with the thick walls it suffocated everyone.

The agent instantly started sobbing, blubbering like a small child before it grew to mindless screaming for mercy. As it turns out, her power can actually break the human spirit and shatter their sanity into a thousand pieces. It only affected the man in front of her, but it still rattled the rest of the group. Steve was furious.

“What the hell was that?!” He snarled, dragging Y/N into a conference room. She blinked, her face unmoving despite the rage rolling off him in waves. Tony, Fury, and Maria both sat around the meeting table, their mouths pulled into thin lines. She tore her gaze away, refusing to look at anyone in particular as Steve raged on. “You ruined any chances of getting information out of him!”

“Actually Cap, she ruined any chance of him being a normal human being again,” Tony interjected, pulling up a hologram of the doctor's report. The mental status report had been sent in a few moments before Steve dragged her in. The poor man couldn’t remember his name let alone the information they needed.

Y/N pinched the bridge of her nose between her fingers and let out a heavy breath. When she opened them, their faces hadn’t changed a bit. Settling on a point at the table, the brief glimpse she caught of their expressions was burned in her mind. Steve was livid, Tony seemed borderline irritated with a hint of amusement, while Fury and Maria both had a hard expression that told her she was in for it for the next few weeks.

“Look. I’m sorry. I let a few personal matters get to me and clearly, I didn’t handle it well.” She said calmly. Steve flinched at how lifeless she sounded when she mentioned her personal matter and shot Tony a concerned look. Tony tilted his head in acknowledgment, he too aware of the pain she seemed to be suppressing. “I can’t promise it won’t happen again by accident, but I’ll make sure to put more training in to ensure it doesn’t.”

Fury shifted in his seat, folding his hands on his crossed knee. His single eye narrowed as he looked her over and gave her a curt nod.

“See that it doesn’t agent. Dismissed.” He said curtly. Y/N’s eyes fluttered shut for a spilt-second before she jerked her chin and spun at heel to leave the room. After the door shut behind her, Fury grunted.

“What did you people do to her?” He accused, leveling Steve and Tony with a stare. Both men frowned and glanced at the other.

“We didn’t do anything.” Tony snapped, narrowing his eyes. Steve set his hand on the back of a chair and sighed.

“She’s been like this for almost a week now. This is the first time she’s actually admitted something wrong.” Steve replied, his brows furrowing at the tightness in his chest at the idea. It wasn’t like Y/N to keep everything bottle up inside her like this.

“Well, whatever’s wrong with her, fix it,” Fury ordered. “She needs to be in complete control and that can’t happen when her minds on other things.”

Pushing back the chair he stood, Maria right behind him. Not waiting for a reply, he grabbed the folder off the desk and briskly left the room with Maria following. Steve flinched when the door snapped shut behind them. Tony scoffed.

“You can get rid of that sad puppy dog look, Captain.”

Steve frowned, his head snapping up to Tony.

“What’s with the tone, Tony?” He asked. Tony rolled his eyes and leaned back in his seat.

“We all know you don’t like Y/N, you put up a good front though.” He waved a hand absently. “But when you dart out of a room anytime she comes in, or you won’t sit to talk with her when she comes to find you, it gets pretty noticeable.”

Steve stood taller, his mouth drawing into a tight line. He opened his mouth to argue, but it dawned on him. He hadn’t been the most welcoming person to Y/N in the few months she’s been here. Was that really how everyone perceives him? Tony smirked and shook his head.

“To put it simply; you’ve been an ass to our Y/N, and I wouldn’t be surprised if it was something you did.” Groaning softly under his breath, Tony stood and grabbed his tablet. Steve’s face fell, the notion her change might have been because of him made his stomach turn. Tony clapped a hand on his shoulder, his mouth pulled into a tight line. “Like Fury said, we’re going to fix this. But don’t worry. We won’t waste your precious time.”

At that, Tony left Steve alone in the conference room, the sting of his words lingering behind. Steve’s shoulder slumped. Maybe this had been his fault. But when? How? He really didn’t think it would have been that big of a deal to leave early after the game. Maybe he thought wrong and she did take it wrong. That wouldn’t mean this complete 180 though, would it? It wasn’t the first time he escaped a game night gone wrong, and she didn’t seem upset them. Perhaps it was something else. That had to be it. He really hadn’t done anything wrong, at least he didn’t think he did.

“Hey FRIDAY,” Steve called. Immediately, the AI system responded.

“Yes, Captain?”

“Go back to the last game night, the one with monopoly, did anything happen to Y/N between the time I left, and she went to bed?” He asked. Silence met him as the computer searched the data.

“No, it doesn’t seem like anything happened. She never left her room once she entered either.” FRIDAY replied. Steve frowned, even more, confused than before. So if there wasn’t anything that happened to her then what was with change?

Clenching his jaw, Steve knew he needed to get to the bottom of this. Not just as a Captain to his team, but as a way to make up for being such a shitty housemate. And maybe even as a way to start an actual friendship with him. Now that he’s seen this side of her, he realized how judgment and close-minded he was. He needed to find her and talk with her.

~~~~

Y/N had just stripped out of her suit and into her PJs when there was a hesitant knock on the door. She frowned. She wasn’t expecting anyone tonight, especially not after she just got her ass handed to her. Reluctantly she went to open the door and was surprised at the person on the other side.

Steve stood there awkwardly, his hands in his pockets. She blinked and took a step back.

“Uh… hi?” she greeted cautiously.  Steve smiled hesitantly and shifted from foot to foot.

“Hey. Can we talk?”

“W-Why?” She clutched on the handle and shifted behind the door in an attempt to hide behind it. Steve noticed and his smile fell. He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair.

“I know I’m the last person you want to talk to. I’ve not been the most welcoming and I want to apologize. Can I please come in?” He asked earnestly. Y/N was caught off guard at his sincerity. Nodding numbly, she pulled the door open and let him in her room.

Steve glanced around the room, noticing the number of pictures she had hanging up on her wall, pretty fairy lights cascading down the walls illuminating each photo. Her comforter was a light lilac with stuffed animals on the bed. He eyed the little knickknacks matched the rest of her décor on her desks and shelves adding to the warmth and homey feel her room had. Realization hit him that he really hadn’t taken the time to get the real her.

“Go ahead and have a seat.” Y/N waved to the bed before sitting on the other end. Steve sank into the plush mattress, taking a moment to look over Y/N. She refused to make eye contact, to busy wringing her fingers together to notice him staring. Once again, he was struck by how beautiful she was, and how poorly he handled everything.

“Look Y/N, I don’t know what happened the past few days and why you’re acting different, but somethings changed. We all can see it.” He said. Y/N opened her mouth to argue but thought better of it. Steve continued on. “I don’t know what happened, but it hurts all of us to see you like this. It’s like you’ve lost a huge part of yourself and we’re seeing this empty shell. I mean, Sam and Clint both are losing their minds because what ordinarily would work on getting you riled up is doing nothing. And Bucky’s beside himself, Natasha and Wanda are worried sick, and Tony is pissed because-.” Steve stopped short, his face twisting into a pained expression. “He thinks I’m the reason.”

Y/N tensed, her breath catching in her throat. It was minuscule, but Steve caught it. He sat taller and his stomach sank.

“It is because of me.” He whispered sadly. He tore his eyes away from her to stare blankly at his hands. Y/N closed her eyes but didn’t deny it. “I’m sorry. I know I’ve not been accepting. I didn’t mean to hurt you though.”

Y/N nodded slowly, biting her lower lip as he kept talking.

“Truth is, you intimidate the hell out of me. I’ve never met someone who was so sure of themselves and so incredibly proud about it. You held nothing back and you’re so willing to put your heart on your sleeve, I kind of envy you a little. People loved you right of the bat and your just so sweet inside and out. I mean, you didn’t let anyone tell you to chill out before. Which leaves me to ask, why now? Why did I affect you so much that you changed everything about you?”

That caused Y/N’s face to heat up. No way was she going to admit it aloud! It was already embarrassing enough Steve knew he was a reason why she changed, but for him to know what the full reason was mortified her.

“Y/N.” He gently took her hand in his, the corners of his lips turned up. “You don’t have to tell me. I just want you to know that no matter what you think, I don’t hate you. I never did. Matter of fact, I really like you. More than I thought. It didn’t hit me how much I’d come to admire and appreciate your take on life until now. I miss hearing you bicker with Tony about the best brew coffee first thing in the morning or when you and Bucky gang up on Sam. I know Natasha and Wanda miss having their best friend. And game nights will never be the same without you threatening and then following through with flipping a table.”

Y/N giggled and ducked her chin. His grin grew, finally seeing a glimmer of her former self.

“I’m not asking you to forgive me for how I’ve behaved. I can only ask you’ll give me a chance to make up for being such a shitty person.” He grinned.

“Language, Captain.” Y/N teased.

“Is that ever going to die?” Steve groaned and rolled his eyes. “Wait you weren’t even there!”

“I know but hate to break it to you, it’s here for the long haul.” Y/N giggled and shook her head. Steve’s laughter joined hers, his smile stretching from ear to ear. He titled his head to the side after a beat before letting out a sigh.

“So, are you going to be okay?” He asked hopefully. Y/N let out a deep breath, for the first time all week feeling lighter. She was so drained from keeping her emotions in check, it took every ounce of her strength not to react to the attempts at making her snap. She knew it was ridiculous trying to change, but she really thought it was for the better. Turns out, it not only damaged her but everyone she loved.

“Yeah. I think I’ll be okay.” She spoke confidently. Steve patted her thigh and quickly stood.

“Good, because Tony discovered some new game called The Jackbox Party Pack or something along those lines.” He extended a hand and waited for her to take it.

“Wait, right now?” She asked surprised. He nodded and took her hand.

“Yup. Come on. Team bonding time.”

Y/N laughed, letting him pull her up and drag her out of the room. He looked at her over his shoulder, his breath catching in her throat at the way her face lit up from her grin. Turning back quickly, he hoped she didn’t notice the way his ears turned pink. He was an idiot for not taking the time to get to know her. He wasn’t going to ruin his chance with her a second time. Maybe it wasn’t going to easy, but for Y/N he knew it would be worth it.

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[stars-that-do-not-give-a-damn]

KOTLC squad as marvel characters

Sophie: carol danvers. blonde, tired, always standing up for what she thinks is right, woke up one day with superpowers, memory problems, more powerful than anyone else on the planet, "I have nothing to prove to you"

Linh: wanda maximoff. bc she's a precious bean with a lot of power that she has to learn to control, misjudged and treated badly by people who dont understand her, also she's literally a twin, like what else could you possible want??

Biana: pepper potts, kicks ass while looking flawless, literally the only competent person on the team (don't @ me you know its true)

Marella: tony stark. snarky little shit, doesn't care what other people think of her, has power thrust upon her she didn't want but uses it for the greater good, also idk I feel like they would really vibe?

Keefe: loki. little shit, likes to play pranks on people, crap dad, has a complicated family lineage/background and a legacy he doesn't want to uphold, has switched sides in the past but is ultimately trying to help his friends

Tam: bucky barnes. emo, dead inside, likes to style with silver accessories, bangs and eyeliner, has to make sure that his best friends don't get themselves killed doing something stupid, misjudged for his background and circumstances he didn't have control over, but always remains strong

Fitz: thor. born into privilege and power, has a long family legacy he's meant to live up to, actually just a nerd who loves his friends and wants them to be safe. also very stylish and attractive lol.

Dex: bruce banner, super cool science/tech guy!!!! too pure for this world, has some trauma he's had to work through but still continues to help people. completely underrated and overlooked, but 100% the best person ever

sandor: happy hogan. team mum, has to drive places, tired of everyone's shit, not paid enough to deal with this.

fork man: nick fury, literally how did he get all of these children??? he regrets all of his life choices. also idk, a leader dude, runs a secret organisation.

if anyone wants to add on feel free ♥️

[anzanity]

I Don't Fight

Since it is confirmed Damian fought everyone in the batfamily, I'm making a batsis shot.

Being the legitimate Daughter of Bruce Wayne and a girl he had a fling with back when Dick was just taken in is interesting. You are 15 and have 3 older brothers who you find really amusing. They are fun and always protective. You are the nerd of the family. You know more than al your brothers and graduated already from high school and starting university. Bruce is obviously extremely proud of you.

Then you found out you have a half brother. Damian. You find him rather snooty, but he is intelligent from what you gather. He has only been around for a few days and already wrecked the decorative shrubbery with your great grandfathers sword. He also picked a fight with each of your brothers and the girls who are working with them.

You get along with the girls very well. Girls night is a monthly must.

You, being the only one who doesn't partake in vigilantism, dont expect to be caught by Damian.

Sitting relaxed by the pool reading a book, you are not nearly aware enough of the world around you to notice a batarang fly at you until after it digs deep into the back of your book.

"Ahh! What the hell!" You shout and look up to see Damian charging at you with a sword.

Your eyes go wide, but you quickly recover from the stun and role out of the chair just in time for the blade to pierce the chair.

"Cut it out you little psychopath!" You shout frantically scrambling to your feet.

"Fight me! Prove your worthy of being my sister and fight!" He snaps.

"I don't fight!" You yell almost begging him to listen.

"Then you don't deserve to be here if you can't prove yourself!" He snaps and lunges at you driving the blade down at you.

You jump back again, suddenly terrified for your life and realize you are at the fencing of the pool area with nowhere to go.

"FIGHT!" Damian snaps. "DO NOT BE A COWARD!" He the lunges the blade straight at you.

Relying on the few trainings you paid attention to from your father you dodge the blade just barely, grab the hilt and dig the blade through the fence bars and into the dirt.

Damian smirk, let's go of the blade and spins you around then slams your body into the fence. A searing pain shoots through your chest and you let out a shocked and pained yelp.

He then throws you to the ground and pins you hard with a batarang to your neck.

You look up in terror at your little brother. "Please... no..."

"Why shouldn't I? You dishonor the family name!" Damian snaps.

You stare at him deep in thought before responding. "I... I don't deserve this... I have a whole life ahead of me and training to be a surgen... "

"You are a disgrace." He says and preps to stab into you.

Just before he does he is thrown off you by Bruce. "Enough!"

"Father. You defend her? She dishonors the family." Damian snaps.

Bruce glares at him in his signature fashion then kneels down to you. "Can you stand?"

"I don't know... my chest hurts..." you say feeling the pain even through your adrenaline."

He pulls up his phone and calls for an ambulance explaining that you fell over a chair and got hurt.

Not long after you are rushed to the hospital and checked in with three broken ribs and 4 bruised ribs and a bruised lung.

Your brothers all leave work to come to your side worried. Damian stands at the doorway crossing his arms annoyed.

"Little D. Why did you do this? You knew she isn't a fighter." Dick says calmly after the nurses leave.

"I do not report to you." Damian responds coldly.

"Damian. You report to me, and if you lay a hand on your sister ever again there will be serious consequences." Bruce states firm.

Damian looks shocked by his statement then regains composure.

"I'm ok... it's fine..." you mumble.

"No, it's not fine. He nearly killed you." Bruce states.

Everyone looks shocked and you look down.

"Wait, what now?" Jason questions looking furious.

"If father hadn't shown up, I would have put her failures to an end." Damian states blandly.

Jason stands sharply ready to attack but Tim grabs him.

"Not here Jason."

Jason huffs and sits down.

After a week you are released home but put on bed rest. Jason, Tim, and Dick take turns helping Alfred care for you.

After two days home, one night when the boys are on patrol, Damian comes in with a black eye.

"After an hour of contemplation I concluded that I was wrong in attacking you. I cannot expect someone so frail to be able to hold their own against me." He states and watches you carefully.

You look shocked then smile softly. "A hug will make it better."

"How does a hug heal you?" He questions sounding annoyed.

"It just will, little bro..." you say and pout.

"No." He states.

"Ok... apology still accepted." You smile.

"I do not apologize, I just admit that I was to harsh." He says looking away.

"Right. Will you hug me now?" You tease.

"No. I will assume the medications are making you insist on this nonsense." He states.

"Oh, just wait. I will get my hug." You say with a smirk.

Damian looks at you and smirks. "Good luck. You wont catch me off gaurd."

"Challange accepted. Plus, I know you read to me at night when you think I'm asleep." You say with a grin.

"What?! Tt. Tell anyone and I will kill you this time. " he says, a hint of a smile on his face.