#can you tell that I used Tony stark as a reference for some of them

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Long Snake Moan 1

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Loki

Summary: your boss gives you a task you're not prepared for.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

“I think it’s best it comes from you,” Tony pats your shoulder. You stare at him in disbelief. 

“Me?” You bat your eyes dumbly. “But I just... I’m just passing along the information--” 

“Look, sweetheart, I’m in the middle of a PR crisis here.” He flashes his phone screen at you. The talk of Stark Tower has been his latest disaster out in the middle of nowhere. Usually, these things are forgotten but an unfortunate post has made the rounds. “You delivered the message perfectly, you can do it again.” 

“But, sir, with due respect, this isn’t exactly in my job description.” You walk backwards as he strides around his desk and tucks his phone away. 

“Your job is to do what I tell you to do. Now,” he looks at you, his eyes flicking up and down, “I think you’re the best possible carrier pigeon for this. Look at you. That ungodly asshole can’t be mad at you and I definitely am not telling him. Not without another explosion and I’m on probation right now.” He taps his chest and his suit expands around his body. “His brother should be wandering around, maybe he can help control the beast.” 

“Sir, don’t make me do this--” He goes to the window and hits the button to pop out the pane. 

“I pay you well enough, sweetheart, so get to work.” He jumps out and his helmet covers his head, blue flame blasting from his heels and gloves as he takes off into the sky.  

You cringe and look down. You should quit. You’ve been reciting the mantra to yourself for months; quit, quit, quit. You wish you had that choice. So far, your resume hasn’t baited any takers. Even with all your work for Stark Industries. Considering who your reference is, you’re starting to wonder. 

You glance around and steel yourself. You walk out of the office and down the hall. Your low heels click, in slow tempo with your dread. You trawl the top floor, searching for a certain blond giant. Thor isn’t anywhere to be found. You’ll have to try the compound... maybe you could just give them a call. 

No, you know Mr. Stark wouldn’t like that. Even if you could get a hold of either of the Asgardians, your boss would make you face the music in person. You take out your phone and scroll through the contacts. Most of them, you’ve never had to call, they’re only there for emergencies and usually, you’re not the one calling them for that. 

You put the phone to your ear as it dials. It rolls for so long, you’re certain you’ll get the voicemail. It picks up at the last moment, the line buzzing and unclear. 

“Hel-lo?” Thor’s deep baritone greets you. “It is the little assistant, yes?” 

You can just make out his hazy words. “Yes, Mr. Odinson? Can you hear me?” 

He laughs and you hear him shuffling around. The crackling stops and the line clears. “Mr. Odinson. You Midgardians. It’s Thor.” 

“Yes, Thor, well, um, where are you?” 

“Is there something the matter?” He asks as his tone turns dire. “Where are you, little one?” 

You ignore the question tossed back at you and clear your throat. “Um, it’s about... um, I think it would be best if we had this discussion face to face but Mr. Stark told me to pass on some news and yeah... I’d like to meet up if poss--” 

“Little one!” Thor appears before you, out of breath, his phone clutched in his hand. He didn’t hear a damn thing you just said. You smile. You’ve trained that expression so well, it’s almost believable. “Where is the danger?” 

You almost laugh. It’s endearing to have him so concerned. You doubt his brother will be as accommodating. 

“Hi, uh, like I said, it’s nothing serious. It’s erm, do you know where you brother is?” Your voice hits a pitch so high it makes your ears hurt. 

“Ugh, what has he done now? I swear, I’ve told him--” 

“It’s nothing he’s done. Well, it’s kind of it. Okay, um, Thor, I need to talk to your brother.” 

“Loki? You need to talk to him? No one wants to talk to Loki,” he narrows his eyes in consternation. 

“Yes, well, I have a job to do. I’d also appreciate if you’d be there to, you know, act as mediator,” you make yourself small as you push your shoulders up to your ears. “Please?” 

“Of course, little one, of course, let us go find that snake!” He grabs your arm before you can react and almost has you off your feet as he drags you down the hall. “I left him in the lobby. He isn’t fond of this place.” 

Maybe that will make this all easier, you think. 

Thor doesn’t slow down. You stumble with him as you struggle to keep your shoes from falling off. You tap his arm as you get to the elevator. 

“Really, we can take our time,” you assure him as he jams his finger into the down button.  

You’re really in no hurry for any of this. You’re almost hoping that if you put this off longer, someone else might just come along and tell them for you. You know that won’t happen but you can hope. Even so, Tony has more important things to do and as usual, you’re left with his grunt work. 

[m4rv3l-girl]

Sergeant Swoon

Bucky x Y/N

Y/N finds something that leaves her lover a little bit flustered….

Requests Open!

Warnings: references to sex

He hadn't planned on stopping by the living room on his way to the kitchen, but something about the sight of Y/N curled up on the couch, wrapped in a blanket and half-asleep, barely watching TV, was impossible to resist.

He detoured silently, the soft padding of his feet almost silent as he slipped onto the couch next to her.

"Hey, Doll," he muttered, smoothing a loose lock of hair behind her ear. She smiled lazily, eyes half-lidded as she turned her head to look at him.

"Hey, Sarge," she mumbled back, the words sleepy, almost automatic. Bucky went rigid at the name but Y/N didn't notice, her attention already drifting back to the show.

He didn't budge. His fingers halted in mid-air, paralyzed, while he blinked at her. Sarge? Of all the nicknames she'd ever used, that was a new one. And a dangerous one, apparently, because all of a sudden his brain snagged on it.

Y/N, oblivious, didn't even catch on that anything was wrong until Bucky went completely silent.

He wasn't a man that ever got this still unless something was wrong. Around her, he was typically easy-going, always teasing or touching her in some small way- her hand, her knee, the brush of his lips on her temple. But now, he was just. tense.

She sat up a bit straight, turning into him fully. "Everything okay, Sergeant Barnes?" she tried again, this time making it playful.

Bucky's jaw clenched. His face colored slightly as his blue eyes darted away, clearly caught off-guard. He was never this fidgety unless something really rattled him.

"Uh. yeah," he muttered, avoiding her gaze as his metal hand scratched the back of his neck with an awkwardness.

Y/N's eyebrow shot up as she was instantly interested. Bucky rarely got ruffled, and when he did, it was always over something good. This had potential. She scooted closer, her curiosity piqued.

"You sure?" she teased lightly, leaning in with a smirk. "You're acting a little weird, Sarge."

There it was again, that same stiff reaction. His whole body tensed, like she'd hit a nerve, but not in the bad way. More like the I-don't-know-what-to-do-with-this-information way.

"Doll…" Bucky's voice came a little rough, so he cleared his throat with strain. His gaze flicking toward her for a moment - he looked back at his hands, which were now resting awkwardly in his lap. He wasn't quite sure what to do with them either. "I—uh—yeah, I'm fine."

She leaned in closer, now fully invested in his weird reaction. "You don't seem fine. In fact," her lips curving into a grin, "I'd say you seem a little…flustered."

Bucky's lips parted, and for a moment, he looked like he might deny it, but the slight flush on his cheeks betrayed him.

She leaned forward, delicately brushing her fingers over his knee. "You know you can tell me anything, right? Even if it's something like…" she paused dramatically, her voice dropping into a low, teasing tone, "you really like when I call you Sergeant."

That did it.

Bucky's head whipped to her, face now bright red. His mouth opened, but no sound came out, which was very unlike him. For a guy who'd survived wars and outsassed Tony Stark on multiple occasions, this was new territory.

Y/N's eyes shot wide, and she gasped softly, realization dawning on her. "Oh my god. You do like it!

Bucky shifted uncomfortably, letting out a frustrated sigh as his face colored impossibly red now. "Doll…"

But she wasn't going to let him off that easily, her own surprise betrayed in her tone. "Oh my God, You do, don't you, Sergeant? It turns you on!"

Bucky swallowed hard and tried to regain some control of the situation, but her teasing was relentless, and frankly, he was too flustered to fight it off effectively.

"Maybe," he grumbled, barely audible.

Y/N beamed, finally having the time of her life now. "Well, isn't this interesting… I didn't know my tough Sergeant Barnes liked it when I—"

"Alright, alright," he cut her off, his voice strained. "Yes, okay? I… kinda like it." He rubbed his hand over his face, clearly embarrassed. "Happy now, Kitten?"

Her smile gentled into something a little warmer, a little more affectionate. "I'm so happy now," she said, leaning in to press a kiss against his cheek still warm from the blush she'd managed to coax out of him. "It's cute."   "Cute?" Bucky repeated, finally looking around at her. "That's what you go with?"   "Adorable," she amended, trying not to laugh.

He groaned, the edges of his lips pulling into a small, pleased smile. "You're annoying,”

She leaned into his side, settling her head on his shoulder. "Maybe. But you love it."

Bucky wrapped an arm around her, tugging her in close. "You're lucky you're my best girl, or I might've found some way to punish you for this."

"Oh?" Y/N smirked, her head falling to the side so she peered up at him. "And how would you do that, Sergeant?"

Bucky's eyes darkened slightly, his body leaning in close as his voice dropped low and rumbled against her ear. "I've got a few ideas, Doll. I’m sure I could get you flustered real quick. Like…I know for a fact you get wet when I-”

"You-, uh…y'know what," she stammered, quick to get up her feet to flee his gaze, "I think I'm gonna go… make some tea or something. You want some?"

Bucky fell back on the couch, eyeing her in a satisfied smirk. "Tea sounds great, Kitten. But don't think you're off the hook. We're definitely gonna finish this conversation later."

Y/N was storming toward the kitchen, her heart racing, face heated, and she could hear him chuckling softly behind her.

Oh yeah. She was in trouble. And she kinda liked it.

[nicoline1998enilocin]

Boudoir photoshoot

PAIRING | Husband!Dad!Young!Tony Stark x Wife!Mom!Pregnant!Fem!Reader

WORD COUNT | 3K

SUMMARY | Your wedding anniversary with Tony is coming up, and because of that, you venture out and make a special present for him. After some searching, you decide to go for a boudoir photoshoot, which will make a perfect maternity shoot. When Tony opens the present, he can't believe his eyes, and the two of you never leave the house on the night of your anniversary.

RATING | Explicit (E)

WARNINGS/TAGS | Established relationship (husband/wife), Use of nicknames (Sunshine, Love/My Love, Babygirl, Sleepyhead), references to being sick (non-explicit)

SMUT | Dirty talk, daddy kink, breeding/pregnancy kink, lactation kink, hair pulling, oral (F receiving), fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!).

A/N | I won't lie; these two have my heart, and I am so happy to bring more of this beautiful couple to your screens! This was an absolute hoot to write, and I want to thank @ccbsrmsf1 for proofreading and the continuous support while writing this! You're an angel, and I'm very happy to call you my best friend! Thank you for everything you do for me and my blog. I couldn't do any of it without you, and I love you deeply 💜

EVENTS Masterlist | @fluffbruary Fluffbruary '24 | Photography Masterlist | @sweetspicybingo Sweethearts | Perfect

Banners: Yours truly | Divider: @firefly-graphics | Photo: Source

Main Masterlist | Tony Stark Masterlist | AU Masterlist

It's a peaceful morning for you and your husband, Tony, as you spend quality time together in bed. Now that your twins, Hudson and Orion, are nine years old, you have a lot more time in the mornings to enjoy each other's attention, and you're getting a lot since you're pregnant with your third baby. Tony can't keep his eyes - or hands - off you and your belly, constantly showering you with nothing but love and praise.

You're currently straddled on Tony's lap as he's sitting with his back against the headboard, and you're wearing nothing but a pair of panties and a football jersey that spans pretty tightly over your belly, showing it off perfectly. Both yours and his hands are on it as you're feeling your son kick, making you giggle in response.

''I still can't quite believe I'm going to have another little miracle baby with you,'' Tony says with a large grin as he leans in to capture your lips, but before he can reach them, you hear a knock on the door, and your daughter Orion's soft voice through the door.

''Mommy? I'm not feeling so well,'' she says softly, and your heart breaks as you hear it. You try to gracefully climb off Tony's lap before opening the bedroom door for your daughter. She walks in and immediately wraps her arms around you, and all she wants is some time with you as you hear her soft sniffles.

''Can you tell me what's wrong, Babygirl?" you say with a concerned voice as you carefully tuck some hair behind her ear. Tony has also gotten out of bed, crouching before Orion to see what's happening with her.

''I-I feel s-sick,'' she tells you, and Tony reaches his hand up to her forehead, feeling to see if she has a fever.

''You're burning up, Babygirl; I will get you some medicine if you go into bed and cuddle with Mommy; how does that sound?'' Tony asks her, and she nods before peeling her arms away from you and grabbing your hand so you can walk her to the bed and climb in with her. When you're both comfortable and pull her close, Tony is on his way to get Orion the medicine, but not before stopping to see how Hudson's doing.

''Good morning, Sleepyhead,'' Tony says as Hudson still wakes up from the night's sleep, but a delighted smile spreads across his features as he hears his Dad. One big difference between your twins is that Hudson is a morning person, while Orion is not, making you laugh each time you think about it.

''Good morning, Daddy! Did you know Orion is feeling sick? She told me her tummy and head hurt,'' Hudson tells him enthusiastically as he sits up in bed before moving into Tony's lap, ready for his morning cuddles.

''I know, Baby Boy; she came to us not too long ago, so now she and Mommy are cuddling in the big bed! But that's why I'm here. Do you want to cuddle with Mommy and your sister? That way, you can all have a big cuddle fest while I make breakfast for all of us,'' Tony tells him, a flood of warmth and love going through him as he looks at his son, a beautiful copy of you.

''Yes, please!'' he says before bringing his teddy bear and Orion's favorite stuffed animal to your bedroom and joining you in bed so Tony can get Orion's medicine.

''Mommy! I'm here to cuddle too!'' he says enthusiastically before climbing in the bed, planting a big kiss on your cheek that has you giggling, and handing Orion her stuffed animal, which she happily accepts.

''Do you guys want to feel your little brother kicking? He's very active this morning, and I know you both enjoy it when he's busy in Mommy's tummy,'' you offer, and they both laugh as your son is kicking while Tony walks in. He takes in the sight of his beautiful wife, his twins, and the baby inside your belly, unable to hold back a few tears of happiness. His biggest dream has come true; he has the family he has always wanted.

''Can you sit up for me, Babygirl? I have your medicine that will make you feel all better soon! After that, you can have more cuddles with Mommy and Hudson,'' Tony says as he walks around the bed, giving his daughter the medicine and a big kiss on her forehead. Now, all that's left to do is wait for it to kick in as the cuddles continue.

When Tony has prepared breakfast, he decides everyone will have breakfast in bed, and not long after he brings it, all of it is gone.

''How're you feeling now, Babygirl?'' you ask Orion after she ate her breakfast, already feeling much better than when she woke up.

''I'm better now, Mommy,'' she said in a sleepy voice, and it's your cue to bring her to her bed and let her get a few more hours of sleep. Tony will be home today, so you call the school, letting them know Orion will stay home for the day. When that's all done, it's finally time to get ready, as you have an important appointment in the afternoon.

Your second wedding anniversary with your husband, Tony, is coming up in two months, and you've considered what you would give him for the past few weeks. It just so happened that not too long ago, you were having a girl's night with Natasha and Wanda when the topic of a boudoir photoshoot came up, and since then, you've been doing some research about it.

''So, as you know, Tony and I will be married for two years in a few months, and I want to give him something special. Do either of you have any ideas?'' you ask as you sit with your legs stretched out on Natasha's couch, one of your hands resting on your pregnant belly, the other holding a cup of tea.

''What about a boudoir photoshoot? I think it will look very sexy as you're posing in lingerie with that beautiful belly of yours,'' Wanda offers, and you raise a brow at her, as you've never heard of that before. Your interest is immediately piqued, though.

''Boudoir photography is a form of professional photography that is intimate, flattering the curves and beauty of a woman's body. You're dressed in beautiful lingerie, and it will be done in a bedroom setting to enhance the feeling of romance,'' Wanda tells you, and it sounds like the perfect plan.

You have found a reputable photographer by the name of Steve Rogers, who has done this type of shoot before, as well as many different ones, so you're very confident the photos will come out beautiful. You have been hunting for a stunning outfit during the shoot, ultimately finding something that has your heart beating faster as you see it, and you know Tony will love it when he sees the photos.

You have decided on an all-black lingerie set that shows off every curve of your body perfectly while allowing your tattoos to shine, as they'll be the vocal point of the shoot, along with the lingerie and your baby bump. When it's finally time to go, the nerves settle in a bit, but you don't show any of them to Tony; as far as he knows, you'll grab some lunch with Natasha, who has happily said she'll cover for you. The drive to Steve's photography studio isn't far, and you arrive about ten minutes early, giving you plenty of time to go to the toilet before the shoot. You love your son deeply, but the fact that he's constantly leaning on your bladder is something you could happily do without.

As you walk in, you nearly run into a tall man with long, blonde hair, a beard, broad shoulders, and muscles for days. You can't stop apologizing profusely as you didn't look where you were going, almost bumping into the man while looking at your phone to find out where you needed to go.

''I-I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to- to run into you,'' you tell him, stumbling over your words as the embarrassment rises and a bright red flush covers your cheeks and neck.

''Hey, it's okay! It happens,'' he says, and a kind smile brightens his features. That's when he sticks out a large hand, introducing himself as Steve Rogers, the photography studio owner - and the person taking your photos today. You gladly take his hand, presenting yourself as well. Something about his presence calms you down immediately, and you're suddenly pleased you ran into him, as your nerves are gone completely.

''I'll show you the way to the dressing room, and there's a robe for you to wear if it makes you more comfortable,'' he tells you, and you nod before following him, ready to get dressed into the lingerie and prepared to have the photoshoot. You have done plenty of research, so you know what to expect. It doesn't surprise you to see the professional setup in the studio, where Steve is currently prepping the camera for all the photos.

As soon as you're done, you walk into the studio, leaving the robe behind as you're very comfortable in your skin, and you would have to take it off eventually.

''Where do you want me?'' you ask, and Steve looks up at you, directing you to the middle of the room first, where there's a large bed with white sheets on it, giving it a simple look, but it'll be perfect for the shoot.

''During the shoot, you can take on any position you're comfortable in, and since we're doing half maternity shoot and half boudoir shoot, we will have some more sensual poses as well. We can start on the bed and work our way through the shoot from there; we'll have two hours to do the entire shoot so that we can take out rime,'' he tells you in his soft, calming voice, and you get ready for the shoot. About an hour and a half later, you're all done, and Steve beckons you over to look through the photos, picking out some of your favorites already.

''When is your baby due?'' Steve asks when you're looking through the photos and pointing at the ones that grab your attention. A big smile appears when you think about the little boy growing in your belly, and you happily tell him about the small baby you will have in a few months.

''If everything goes well, we will have a beautiful baby boy in January next year! This will be our third as I've already given birth to the most amazing set of twins,'' you tell him proudly, all while your hands constantly rub your belly. Once the two of you have gone through all of them, you're ready to head home, and two weeks later, the photos are done, and a beautiful album is made, which you'll pick up at Steve's studio to keep a surprise for as long as possible.

The day of your anniversary is here, and you have just put on the new maternity dress you bought for dinner tonight. You have arranged for Hudson and Orion to sleep over at Howard an Maria's house, so you would have the entire evening ready to have an amazing date night with delicious food. But first, you're trying to surprise Tony, as you're getting impatient for his reaction.

''My Love? I have a surprise for you," you tell Tony as you walk into the bedroom as you're getting a look at him with his dress shirt open and his pants low on his hips, giving you the ultimate look at every single ridge and muscle, making you clench your thighs. It's no secret you're constantly aroused when you look at him, but now that you're pregnant it is only intensified, which is something he will happily help you out with.

''Oh, more surprises? I thought that dress was already the biggest one of the night because you look fucking delicious in it, Sunshine,'' he nearly growls, and a wave of arousal flows through you, your panties getting wet at the thought of what he will do to you.

''Yeah, I had this done a while back for you, and I really couldn't wait any longer to show it to you,'' you tell him, handing him the photo album that's wrapped up in red wrapping paper, a golden bow around it to finish it off. The bow and paper are ripped off quickly before he opens it, and is greeted by all the photos of you in some of the sexiest lingerie he's ever seen you wear.

He flips through every single photo before saying anything, taking his time to enjoy every single curve you've shown, every tattoo on display, and every inch of skin exposed in the photos. All while he's getting increasingly more hard in his pants, straining painfully against his boxer briefs by the time he closes the book, his pupils completely dilated with pure lust.

You don't get much time before he has you completely naked on the bed, your thighs spread with his shoulders as his thumb is pressed against your clit, making you writhe with pleasure, his tongue dipping in and out of your entrance as he licks up every last drop of your arousal.

''Hmm, look at this perfect pussy, so tight and delicious for me,'' he groans, and you moan as he continues his earlier actions, your back arching when his arms wrap around your thigh, ensuring you're not going anywhere unless he lets you. He's taking full control of you, and you happily let him.

Broken moans and soft whines leave your lips as your hands grab his hair, pulling hard as he brings you closer to the edge with his tongue.

''D-Daddy, please! Wanna cum for you,'' you whine, and a wicked smile appears on Tony's lips as he looks at you through his lashes, speeding up with his tongue before moving back to your clit and wrapping his lips around it until you're cumming for him. The fact that you call him Daddy only spurs him on more, as he's extremely hard in his pants, his balls full of cum that he can't wait to fuck into you.

''Alright then, cum for me, Sunshine, and when you do, I'll fuck you until you're completely fucked dumb, stuffing you full of every last drop of my cum. Is that what you want? Want Daddy to breed you? Too bad you're already pregnant. Otherwise, I would have gotten you so fucking pregnant tonight!" he tells you between deep groans.

"God, you look so fucking sexy with his belly of yours, carrying our child, going to keep you pregnant forever, Sunshine, breed you so you're always nice and round for me,'' he tells you as his fingers plunge in and out of your entrance, his thumb stimulating your clit. Together with his words, you're cumming with a shout of his name, legs shaking uncontrollably as you grip the sheets to ground yourself.

Once he's worked you through your orgasm, he spreads your thighs again before sitting on his knees and lining up with your pussy, impatient to finally fuck you the way he so badly wants. When you're pregnant, you're practically insatiable, and Tony isn't one to deny you when you're so perfect for him, begging him sweetly to fuck you. With a sharp, well-aimed thrust, he slides in, hitting your sweet spot immediately as your eyes roll back into your head, moaning your name loudly.

''Look at you, Sunshine, already such a fucked out mess for Daddy, and I haven't even fucked you yet,'' he says as he sets a good pace, not too rough as he's trying to take his time. However, it's hard for him as he wants to cum inside you, but he needs one more orgasm before he will even think about himself. You will never be left unsatisfied, not on his watch.

''Such a sweet, wet pussy for me to fuck, Sunshine; we'll make such a mess when I cum for you! Gonna fuck every single drop of my cum deep into this pussy before watching it drip out of you, seeing how beautiful this pussy looks when it's leaking with my cum,'' he says through gritted teeth, his thumb quickly finding its place on your clit since he's very close to cumming.

''And these beautiful tits of yours, they're so fucking perfect, Sunshine! So full of milk for me soon. I can't fucking wait to drink from them again and lap up every single drop of your sweet milk; that's what you want, too, isn't it? To have Daddy suck on these beautiful, heavy, round tits of yours?" he asks, and you let out a broken 'yes' between the moans falling from your lips, though you're not entirely sure what you're saying yes to, the pleasure taking you over completely.

''First, you need to cum for me, Sunshine! Cum for Daddy, and I will stuff you so fucking full with my cum! My balls are so full and heavy for you, just for you, my beautiful Sunshine,'' he tells you before your orgasm washes over you with a force that knocks the air out of your lungs, shortly after followed by Tony, who shoots every drop of his cum deep inside your pussy, just like he told you. When he has worked you both through your highs, he collapses next to you on the bed, all while praising how good you are for him and how perfect you are.

The rest of the night, Tony switches between giving attention to your breasts and sensitive nipples, suckling, licking, and tugging them until you're begging him to stop, and making nothing but love to you as you're celebrating your second wedding anniversary. By the time your alarm shows you it's 5 AM, you're finally being pulled into a deep, dreamless sleep as you're lying in your husband's arms, and you couldn't have wished for a better way to celebrate your love with the love of your life.

[antigone-ks]

MARVEL MASTERLIST

LANTERN OF EVIL (IN MY PANTS)

Summary:

“You’re in a good mood today,” Natasha commented, holding the phone steady as Tony and Sam devolved into a slap fight. “Haven’t seen you smile this much since, y’know.”

“This is quality entertainment,” Steve said. “You don’t get this every day.”

“No you do not.” She turned the phone toward Bucky, who whistled as he sprinkled sea salt over the meat. He looked up, winked directly at her, then tossed the rest of the seasoning like a long-haired Salt Bae.

“But you seemed pretty chipper when you snuck back in before the show started.”

***

Or, Steve gets de-serumed and falls in love over art, old movies, and taxi dances.

Rating: E for Explicity, Eventually

Tags: Steve Rogers/Reader; Plus Size Reader; Natasha Romanov (Marvel); Tony Stark; Sam Wilson (Marvel); James “Bucky” Barnes; background Bucky/Nat - Freeform; Skinny Steve Rogers; Pre-Serum Steve Rogers; Post-Serum Steve Rogers; De-Serumed Steve Rogers; all of the combinations of serums and Steves; Slow Burn; Awkward Flirting; Awkward reader; Awkward Steve Rogers; neither of these goobers know what they’re doing; shameless Letterkenny reference; False Identity; horrible misunderstandings; love in art galleries; love on bridges; love on front porches; will earn rating in later chapters; I hope; inappropriate use of a history degree; Short Reader; Profanity; Fluff; Angst; Fluff and Angst; Smut; Oral Sex; Vaginal Fingering; Making Out; definitely third base; not all-the-way parking but pretty close; Biting; Cunnilingus; Fellatio; Vaginal Sex; Steve wants to be clear that this isn’t fucking; Making Love

Chapter One: The Greens of June

Chapter Two: July Flame, Just Out of My Reach

Chapter Three: The First Night in August

Chapter Four: Under an August Moon

Chapter Five: The Autumn Days Swung Soft

Chapter Six: September, We Danced

Chapter Seven: In September, When the Leaves Come Falling Down

Chapter Eight: And the Leaves that Are Green Turn to Brown

Chapter Nine: When the Autumn Leaves Start to Fall

Chapter Ten: Autumn in New York Brings the Promise of New Love

Chapter Eleven: I'm Still in Love with You on this Harvest Moon

Chapter Twelve: November Skies; I See You Everywhere 🔥

Chapter Thirteen: Remember November

Epilogue: An Eternal Beacon of Light

NELL'OSCURITÀ, ROSETTA

Summary:

“It’s been weeks since we were near a city and the fellas need to relax. They’re going to if she’s willing, unless you tell them not to. Just figured you might want first crack.”

“Does she look willing to you?”

Bucky gazes at the woman, winks when she meets his eye. She doesn’t smile, but she doesn’t look away. “There’s willing and then there’s willing, Steve,” he says, and Steve is forcibly reminded that Bucky’s spent a lot more time here, a lot more time in a war zone, and he might be intimately familiar with all the things Steve’s barely imagined.

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He's a soldier, just like all the rest, and a GI knows the value of a can of C-rations when he wants some attention.

**Heed the warnings & tags. This is not a romance.**

Rating: E for explicit and dark

Warnings: dubious consent

Tags: Steve Rogers/Original Female Character(s); Steve Rogers; James "Bucky" Barnes; Timothy "Dum Dum" Dugan; Gabe Jones; Jacques Dernier; basically all of the Howling Commandos/original female character; but everyone except Steve is offscreen; Dubious Consent; Extremely Dubious Consent; Sexual Coercion; Rape/Non-con Elements; non-con sex work; Period Typical Attitudes; period typical attitudes about sex; period typical attitudes about STIs; which is to say not entirely accurate or polite; sex in wartime; Virgin Steve Rogers; Angst

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[kaledya]

Hi.

What can I say? At being in front of an statue of Machiavelli in Italy was a message of the universe telling me: "Write the goddamn fanfic"

But now ignoring jokes, I have lots of concepts that I made:

First of all: The fanfic or Constantine will have a total of 15 chapters, 5 for each moment (in his Childhood, in his young adulthood, and in the current day), this to have an structure that I like.

Now, the Executioner himself

Who is Arzel?

You might have some old memories when I show you this picture

Yup, of course he will have a different design for this AU.

But if you want to know what to expect of him im his Villain Arc:

I took inspiration in Ultron (I like that villain) mainly because I think a Villain that wants to change everything in a more wicked way that the protagonist (Charlie) actually fits well, also I admit his hate to Constantine has that as one of it's inspirations.

Sauron (both Lord Of The Rings, Hobbit, and even other books that didn't got it's adaptation), but of course, I use sauron as a reference for him, and another character related to Evil and Eyes (I know Sauron in the Book isn't a giant eye in a tower), let's say Arzel is inspired in Sauron, but Roo is inspired in both Sauron and Morgoth.

Vergil (Devil May Cry), you might don't know this one, but the important thing is his Siblings-Rivalry to, he and Constantine aren't brothers, but let's say they get to be close, that before something I ain't gonna spoil because it's in the final act of the Young Adulthood of Constantine.

And here 2 Starwars characters that gave me an idea of it:

Vader, both his relationship with Palpatine and his fall to the darkness are taken note, but I won't copy paste it, do not worry 😅

General Grievous (2003, not the movies version), before this robot was an had asma, and covered his coughing, being a cyborg in a droids ship, he was an Jedi slayer that could handle various numbers of them (and he didn't used his 4 arms until the very own end)

But let's stop talking about my OC!

And let's talk about a the concept of the cult of Evil.

Let's say they're secretly hided, not even Heaven knows it's existence (plot armour? Nah they have magic or something (?)) and they mainly have the typical "Antichrist" role when some of them go to Earth for deals.

Basically in this concept Roo is the actual devil.

This is mainly because Lucifer isn't evil and does not try to take the soul of every human being.

Of course Roo won't appear and say "i'M tHe DeViL >:D"

It's just an similar concept and way of making it.

I'll probably both start with the Hazbin Hotel fanfic before I lose my ideas.

But also continue with Constantine's fanfic.

I hope I can mix both Action, Comedy, Drama and Musical parts in it.

Because I want to keep the essence of both your AU and the OG.

LMAO and Seriously your plan sounds like a great plan! You really divided the periods into chapters beautifully.

An yes! I remember This art! Good old days.

ULTRON!! I'm so glad to hear that ULTRON is one of my favorite villians He gave me Vibe, which reminded me of what would happen if Stark tried to find brutal answers to problems, and it was great that he was similar to Tony in personality.

And seriously, considering the contrast with Charlie, you've really chosen a great inspiration!

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Sauron is also a great choice, he is a truly fearsome, powerful and intelligent enemy. It's seriously a good choice both visually and in character!

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Virgil!! I Love devil May cry And I really loved those fights between Dante and Virgil, this is a great inspiration too!

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Anakin skywalker the fallen Angel.. Darth is a great choice in the future, I think a villain inspired by such quality villains will be great.I can't wait to see it!

-Grevious is also a really good choice, he has always been a dangerous villain.

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I think it really makes sense that you connect the concept of evil to Roo, it's a smart choice!

-I can't wait to see any fanfiction you write, I really think you're very creative and you'll do wonders!

I'm sure you will do it and I wish you good writing.

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And if possible, could you describe Arzel to me with references (face, clothes, etc.)

[cleabellanov]

Jet-Skiing through Identity: A Deep Dive into Mobius M. Mobius (final part)

"Part of the journey is the end" (Tony Stark in Avengers Endgame")

l find it so beautiful that this character managed to bring the Loki fandom so far with him 🧡

He didn't even have a popular background in the comics, we only got to know him because of the show. He started as a sidekick and comedic relief, an analyst with bright ideas that no one believed was going to work and a soft spot for broken things.

Then, he became a rebel breaking out from the organization that indoctrinated his whole life and the life of others. A fighter for free will. A lost man, never wanting to look or to know, but not so lost when he has the 1 he loves next to him.

And through all of it, a kind person, with a golden heart still speaking too loudly to be ignored - no matter what. And the sun still shines over that pulse, even if the rest of the world doesn't.

Let's dive into the last part of this series.

We get to meet Mobius's original self: Don, in "Science/Fiction". His joyous nature and opening to strangers makes you want to trust him. Don is basically a Mobius that never got to experience the horrors of the TVA. That is telling us how much of his character was restrained because of them, and how much was simply erased from memory. Even if his core self stayed, it had to stay very deep within, hidden, for Mobius not to get hurt by the TVA's rules.

A similarity between Don and Mobius is the deep care Don has for his loved ones: that's the thing motivating him in spite of risks. I also love how, even confused, Don seeks good. "Are you really my friend?" shows how, even if he doesn't understand this all, he knows it can be for the better. He even likes the sound of "Mobius" :

In the sixth and final episode, "Glorious Purpose", we get to some of my favorites quotes ever. And they're spoken by Mobius (i'll get to them in a minute)

Mobius has always been a weaver of details. But I want to point out how this web intensifies its strength when it comes to Loki. No one there noticed how there's something different going on but Mobius. Because, if to be loved is to be changed, to love is to change. And they both know that.

Then comes this epic conversation between Loki, who timeslips back to his first day at the TVA only to talk with Mobius. And it is this final conversation that makes the final piece of the puzzle for Loki. That's how important it is. Warning, tears were shed.

"Mobius, I need your help" "Well, I'm listening"

Even across the vast tapestry of time, the threads uniting Mobius to Loki never break. He'd only just met this variant, yet he's ready to listen, to help him despite every reason he shouldn't. Plus, this is more proof to the golden heart he listens to, of which I talked earlier.

Mobius then talks about how they don't choose at the TVA, the Time Keepers do. See how much of a person's unique way of being and thinking is repressed here if Mobius, who already shows to be open minded, gives this as an automatic response? Obviously it's a result of the constant indoctrination system that they live in, that wipes memories when things get inconvinient.

And the way he speaks this line:

Further backs up the argument that the TVA is a dystopian-totalitarian society, where even the slightest of emotions are suppressed. And it's not Mobius's fault that he had to do the same.

"Most purpose is more burden than glory"

To the Loki Mobius thinks he's talking to, this probably wouldn't mean much. But to season 2 Loki, it is everything, a hurtful summary for what he has been enduring for centuries.

And Mobius is right: he wasn't only talking to Loki when he said that line. I wonder how many of you reading this were searching for glory, only to find the burden that you have to bear instead. Then realize that it's better to bear the burden and have the purpose, then lose the purpose altogether. This is why it's one of my favorite lines: it references all the way back to Avengers 2012, and it gets right to your heart.

But how do you live with the burden? I have some things to say about Mobius's reply to this, too:

"Scar tissue"

So, in the end, it becomes part of you.

Similar to the Kintsugi art of mending objects, not by trying to hide what was broken, but by making those fissures part of the object's history.

And scar tissue, just like Kintsugi, is always stronger than it was before the deep injury healed. What Mobius is saying is, that even after choosing to bear the burden of preserving the Sacred Timeline, after all that hurt, it also made him stronger.

"She knew the hard thing to do was the thing that had to be done"

This is the final trigger, what made Loki "tick". Because, just as Mobius learned that from his past, Loki knows it is the last option he has in his future. And that is the hard thing to do. I don't think I "can bear to narrate what happens next".

"No, there's no comfort. You just choose your burden."

Little did he know he would, in fact, find comfort in Loki, and the other way around. But the burden had to be chosen in order for the purpose to be completed.

And we get to the end. There is no need for imagery for any of us since I know the final shots of the Loki series have been haunting us since November.

But there he is, free to do whatever he wants. He could take Sylvie's example and live his life, wander off from timeline to timeline now that all of them are safe. But he doesn't.

He just lets time pass.

Because, after all the development he went through, all the insight and glory he gained, he can't move on without Loki by his side. He probably didn't even realize how much he loves them before remaining all alone.

So he does the one thing he can, and knows best: he lets time pass. As if, when enough of it had gone by, he could start passing with time too. But not yet.

Part of the journey is the end. But isn't every end a new beginning?

[lazydoodlesandfanfic]

Bitten Pt 2 ( Tony Stark X Daughter!Reader) *PARENTAL

Characters: Tony Stark X Daughter!Reader, Pietro Maximoff X Stark!Reader

Universe: Marvel, Avengers

Warnings: Violence, suggested death

Request: A part 2 to Bitten. Reader realizes she has the powers from when strange healed her from being bitten by the vampire and ask how she got them. Tony has to tell his daughter how she got them. She is scared but ask her dad and strange for help on how to control them. so she can still normal somewhat. The vampire comes back for her but she is ready with stranges help to kill him they end up falling in love. (Fall in love with Pietro, add him in there)

Tony had never forgotten the fear he had felt that day when he nearly lost his daughter, and he had absolutely never forgotten that he owed Stephen Strange big time, and he reminded the Dr every time they met that if he needed anything, to just ask. Tony could never thank that man enough for the fact that 2 years later he was able to be planning to take his daughter shopping that weekend for her prom dress for her final year, and the less exciting fact that he had to keep a close eye on his daughter’s boyfriend, Pietro. 

At the time of your attack, Pietro had been away on his own mission by the order of Fury, and arrived back a few days after the carnage with the story of what happened from Wanda. He was aware Stark had a daughter but never had the opportunity to meet the girl (same with Wanda) so he and Wanda teamed up to awkwardly put together a gift basket to wish her a quick recovery and hope they weren’t crossing any boundaries. To their surprise, when they next saw Tony he told them that Y/N really liked the gift, and then asked the twins for their help; a new problem had arisen after you’d made your recovery in the form of some powers, notably increased strength, durability, senses, and the one that got Pietro involved, speed. You weren’t as quick as him, but you were never far behind, and since he’d had plenty of experience of accidentally taking off and running into a wall and hurting himself, he was called in to help you get a hang of it. You two became quick friends, and Pietro got a habit of keeping an arm around you to ‘stop you dashing off’ and the physical closeness probably helped in bringing you even closer, and about 5 months after meeting, Pietro was admitting to his twin that he liked Stark’s daughter, and Wanda told Clint, who told Natasha, who told Steve, who in the midsts of bickering with Tony let it slip, but by that point Pietro had already asked you out and there was little Tony could do as you both literally ran away from him to go on a date. 

Speaking of the two of you… “Wanda, where is your darling brother?” Tony inquired, the sarcasm in his voice not going missed by Wanda who smiled, knowing that despite the threats against her brother and the teasing Pietro throws back by referring to him as his future father-in-law, that the two actually respected each other and Tony didn’t actually mind the relationship as much as he let on- proven by several times that Tony had swooped in to help Pietro in a fight, or Pietro had been the first to grab Tony when he was downed and put his arm over his shoulder and get him to safety. 

“I believe he’s on a date with Y/N.” She told him, and Tony opened his mouth to ask more questions, when there was a gust of wind in the room, and the two turned to see the quick entrance of Pietro and yourself, Pietro placing you down on the floor. 

“I was just asking about… Y/N? What’s wrong?” Tony’s attention went to your face, which was pale, eyes darting around in a haze, and Pietro was practically holding you up, and it was Pietro where Tony’s attention fell to next. “What happened?” 

“We were walking around and she stopped when she saw someone. She said it was the thing that attacked her. I didn’t want to risk it seeing us and it attacking either of us or civillians in the process so I just grabbed her and ran back here.” He explained hurriedly to him. 

“Are you sure?” Wanda asked, and despite your frazzled state, you nodded. 

“I can’t forget that face… it’s ingrained in my head, and he stands out- white hair, the red eyes, the black where the white of the eyes should be… it was him. He’s here.” You confirmed, eyes finally focussing on your father, and Tony felt Wanda and Pietro’s eyes on him as well, all asking the same thing. What do we do? 

“Y/N, go to the bunker on the bottom floor and lock the door behind you- only open it if someone you know is at the door that you can see on the cameras. Pietro, go get Strange, Wanda, go with Y/N, I’m going to call the others.” He instructed. He’d had the bunker installed not only in the tower, but also in all his homes for any situation after the Battle of New York for you and Pepper. He hoped to one day not need it any more and have them decommissioned, but today was clearly not that day. 

“How do we know he can’t get through the door? If my powers mean anything, then he’ll rip the door off with his hands.” 

“Glass is very different to several tons of steel, and also that’s what Wanda’s for- to hold the door and to stop him if he does get through, now go.” He reminded you, and Wanda took your hand and rushed with you downstairs. Tony put his attention on Pietro, who’s eyes remained on the doorway you’d passed through and vanished behind. “Speedy, focus.” Tony snapped his fingers in his face, making him jump and look at Tony. “Trust your sister. They’ll be fine. Strange knows what it was that bit her- he’ll know it’s weakness. Go tell him what happened and get him back here. As soon as you’re back, you can go join her and make sure she’s okay.” He promised. Pietro didn’t respond with any remarks, simply nodding and dashing off.

By the time Tony had sent the alert to everyone, Pietro came dashing back inside, completely missing him and immediately going downstairs, though not far behind him Dr Strange flew into the building, landing in front of him. “Where is she?” 

“Downstairs in a bunker with Wanda and now Pietro. What do we do?” Tony asked immediately, spotting the book Strange had tucked under his arm- the same one as last time, and he watched as Strange pulled it from under his arm, opened it up, and flicked through, looking for something, and as Tony waited for an actual answer, Steve, Natasha and Clint came dashing in. 

“Where is she?” Steve asked immediately. 

“Bunker with the twins. Strange, what do we do?” Tony answered, seeing the man was now focussed on a page, his finger drifting across some words, eyebrows creased. 

“Apparently there’s a link that can happen between these creatures and anyone they bite but don’t kill. It can sense she’s still alive and depending on how it feels about that, depends on what it plans to do to her.” 

“As in?” Natasha asked. 

“Anywhere from making her a follower to killing her because she’s competition to him. But since he tried to kill her in the first place, I think we can guess what he’s planning. But what’s more important- he can sense her right now, no matter how much you try to hide her. We have to fight him head on.” 

“When you say we, that includes me, right?” Tony turned at the sound of your voice. Tony could see it in your eyes you were terrified, the way you held yourself, the way Pietro had his arm around you and had his eyes on you to make sure you were alright, but he could see the determination behind your eyes.

“Yes. It does. I’m not sure who would be best in the fight- you’re now immune to his bite, but if he bites anyone else, he’ll either turn them or kill them- more likely the latter since it’s venomous to humans unless they have a certain gene or know someone who knows the Mystic Arts. A trap to catch him by surprise, and a thick layer of armour for anyone involved. Me and Wanda should be able to keep him away from ourselves and protect ourselves- Stark, your suits should be thick enough but a swipe can cause serious damage so be careful- Pietro, I know you’re faster than Y/N, but I don’t know if he’ll be faster. The only person who stands a chance at getting up close and personal with him is Y/N herself.” 

A plan was thrown together as quick as the team could muster- Natasha was placed in charge of the security to shut the guy in when he arrived, and Clint was waiting on the sidelines with Steve to evacuate everyone from the nearby area incase the incoming fight escaped the tower. Pietro was, quite unwillingly, hiding with Natasha to await to see if he could be of use, your father was in one of his suits that was perfectly still, acting like the suit was merely on display along side several others, and in the same room was Strange and Wanda, who were both concealing themselves with their powers, and yourself, waiting. Your eyes darted around the room, waiting for any sign of the creature, making sure your backup was still there, that you weren’t too close to the windows… you were scared, that much was obvious. Luckily, or maybe unluckily, it wasn’t long until the monster burst it’s way into the room, the sliding door not having time to open and instead burst through with bent shrapnel metal bursting out, luckily not too close to yourself.

The moment it looked up, it’s eyes meeting yours, a wave of uncontrollable fear came over you. That thing attacked you in your own home with no warning or reason, fully intent on killing you in a painful and excruciating way purely for a fill. And now here he was, here for round two. He made the first move, taking a dashed step towards you without a word, though before he could get within slashing distance, a blast sent him flying into a wall. You glanced over, seeing your father, having seen you freeze up, exposed himself from his hiding spot to cover you. It gave you a moment to breathe, and now that the jig was up, Wanda and Strange revealed themselves well. 

“Oh, so you’re playing dirty?” The vampire growled at you. 

“You’re one to talk” Your father responded, it’s eyes on him as it moved again, this time towards him. However, this time you didn’t hesitate or tense up, instead you moved forward as well, and put your weight forward on your shoulder as you rammed him back, before turning onto your other foot, and using your weight and power to land a decent punch on him. With that, the fight properly began. 

You and your father worked with doing the actual damage between hits from you and blasts when the vampire was far enough way from your dad. Wanda and Strange helped where they could, creating shields when they saw a hit coming, and restraining it for short periods of time for you and Tony to get hits in. Despite all their work though, as Strange suspected, the vampire was far more powerful than yourself. A hit from you hurt him and made him groan, but when it was returned you lost your breath every time, and when he managed to get a hit on your dad, he was down for a hot minute. This was taking longer than you thought, and the blood loss from your injuries as well as your exhaustion was starting to kick in, your moves becoming more sluggish, your hits doing less damage, and it wasn’t much long after that when the vampire was able to knock your dad down again, Wanda going to assist him, and it took the chance to charge at you, pining you to the floor, and that fear you had thought you had overcome, returned. The way he grinned down at you in victory told you that he had you exactly where he wanted you, and he was going to do a final blow. You heard Strange call your name, the sound of him preparing his powers to try to assist you, the call of your father, his voice breaking and glitching from within his suit. Finally, a third voice came from Wanda, though she didn’t call your name. “Pietro!” She called. The call caught the vampire off guard, having not heard the name before, and he glanced at her for a moment, but a moment was enough as a gust of wind rushed the room, a brute force hitting the vampire and knocking it off of you, and now a new body stood over you, that of your boyfriend, Pietro. His bash clearly surprised the vampire, and it allowed Strange to finish his spell, hitting the vampire while he was down, your dad getting some energy back, able to get up and start charging up the suit, and Wanda was up, her red magic dancing around her hands. 

“Are you okay?” Pietro’s voice reached your ears as he looked back at you, pulling you into his arms and helping you up. “Have you got this handled?” Pietro called. 

“We’ve got this, go.” Strange confirmed, and Pietro didn’t hesitate to grab you and dash off. The vampire tried to get up to go after you, but Wanda pinned him to the ground with her magic, using as much strength as she could to keep him down. “Act quick, Tony.” 

“Don’t have to tell me twice.” Tony assured, walking over, standing over the monster, pointing his charged up glove at the creature’s head that growled up at him. “You don’t get to hurt my little girl and get away with it.” Was all he said before he fired.

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[cherryc1nnam0n]

The Copycat | Mutant!Reader x Avenger!Loki |

Summary: A new Avenger joins the team and sparks everyone's attention. Hiding a huge painful secret Loki finds a way to help them out...

Cw: Angst, major character physical pain, fluff, comfort, reader is AFAB but uses they/them pronouns

Another Loki writing! Can you tell I'm obsessed?/j

There was a knock at Loki's chamber's door, he looked over at the door like he could see who it was through it, of course he can't, he doesn't have ex ray vision so he stood up, opening it to see his brother with an excited smile on his face

"What do you-"

He was interrupted by Thor yanking him out of his room, taking him to the common room

"What in the Nine Realms is going on you oaf?!" Thor couldn't speak from how excited he was

"Shush brother! Listen to Stark!"

"Well, now that everyone is here, I have an announcement to do"

Now that Loki was sat (abruptly sat down) he saw that everyone was there, some standing up, others sitting, he gave his attention to Tony again and listened

"We have a new member joining the team from today on" he extended his arm but no one came out, Loki was confused and his face said it all, until Natasha walked out and stood in front of everyone

"Uhm Stark, we already know Nat" Steve said remarking the obvious

"I'm actually over here" Natasha herself spoke, making everyone even more confused, even herself

Tony cleared his throat, making the "Natasha" look at him, he nodded and she closed her eyes, changing her form to another woman, or well, a woman like person, earning gasps from people

"Everyone, meet Y/n, mostly know as-"

They put a hand out making Tony stop talking

"Copycat, that's my name" they spoke "Also before you say it, I am not a woman, so please don't refer to me as one"

"Their powers are well, as you can probably deduce, copying everyone's abilities and powers, even from gods" Tony said looking at the Asgardian gods

"That's impossible, no one can be like us, we are exeptionally unique" Thor's loud voice said

Y/n smirked, closing their eyes and turning into an exact replica of Thor, holding Mjolnir, the Thor clone smirked and turned around to show his body, turning back into themselves they looked at him "Still have doubts?"

"Well this is insulting, because that is my ability" Loki spoke standing up "Seems kinda old"

"Old? Can you copy your brother's powers when you turn into him?" Loki stood silent "That's what I thought" they snarked crossing their arms "Well, enough talk, if you ever wanna see what it would be like to fight yourself, come get me" with that they walked away

Everyone was confused, mostly just confused but amazed nonetheless

"Brother this can't be right, how can they, copy us...? Is that possible Loki?" Thor couldn't believe it, he didn't wanna believe it

Loki thought for a moment "It might be, and if they really can copy everyone, they're more powerful than we think"

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Days after Y/n was announced they had a really important mission that needed them as their main agent on the field

"So tell me, Copying cat" Thor started "How did you end up here with the Avengers?"

Y/n rolled their eyes at his nickname "First, it's Copycat and second..." They sighed "I am here to serve time for a crime..." Thor looked at them expectantly "Fine I walked into a bank as the manager and stole all the money... But my plan failed because when they investigated, the manager had died two days ago..." They huffed sitting back on their seat in the quinjet

Thor couldn't hold in his laugh and exploded laughing, holding his stomach as he kept wheezing laughing, Y/n got tired of him laughing and shocked him with a powerful lightning of his', making him yelp

"You two stop it! We're almost there so compose yourself!" Tony yelled at them

"I didn't do anything!" You defended yourself, crossing your arms you kicked Thor in his stomach once Stark turned around "Oops, my foot slipped!"

"Y/n!"

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"Send the Copycat, now!" Steve said through comms, Y/n took the cue and ran to the back of the quinjet where it was wide open, turning around they saw that Loki was staring at them, they winked at him and fell backwards turning into a bird and flying away

"That was unexpected..." Loki said quickly following behind as a bird too

Y/n flew to the base where the weapon they were retrieving was, they sat on a wire post and looked inside, acting like a normal bird "There you are" they said to themselves

"What are we looking at?" They almost yell at the scare of Loki's voice next to them

"What are you doing here?!" They whisper yelled at him

"Making sure you wouldn't escape, I heard what you told my brother and I can't have you escaping on us and messing this mission" Y/n rolled their eyes at him

"I know better than to escape you idiotic excuse of a god, now let me do my work!" They flew away getting into an open window to retrieve the weapon

Once inside they turned into a vase to blend in, a guard walked pass them and they turned into themselves, sneaking closer to the capsule that held the weapon, once close they took it out but an alarm was set off "Shit!" The guard turned around so they turned into the Hulk and scared them all off, quickly they talked to Steve and Tony on comms, Loki was sitting on the wire post outside, enjoying the show "Loki!" A voice said in his ear "Loki help Y/n!" He snapped out of his trance and flew inside turning into himself to fight off the bigger guards that came to attack "The Hulk"

Soon enough Cap and Tony bursted in, Thor made his dramatic entrance with his lightning and they killed the guards and got the weapon secured, once it was safe Y/n turned into themselves again

"Great job Y/n, for being your first mission it went great" Cap said to them, they nodded at him

"Let's head back to the quinjet" Tony said as they started to walk, but Y/n stood behind, not moving an inch "Y/n come on let's go"

They just fell down but Loki quickly grabbed them before they hit the floor, their eyes blurry and everything spinning

"You okay Y/n?" Loki asked them, they shook their head

"It's so... Blurry... Dizzy..." They shut their eyes, wanting to throw up

"Let's take them back to the jet" but Loki was quicker and teleported there, Bruce quickly came to the rescue, placing them on a bed ti examine

"What happened?" He asked Loki

"They turned into the Hulk and now can't walk nor speak"

Bruce sighed, getting some meds into them to relax them "Yeah that happens, the Hulk's powers and really heavy and it probably tired them out, let's leave them here to rest, thanks for bringing them in"

He didn't know why he was worried, he could feel something was wrong with them, something really bad and he felt the need to help them...

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One at the tower, Bruce helped Y/n back to their room, where they instantly passed out

Some hours later, they woke up from an agonizing pain, in their entire body, feeling like their limbs were being torn off, their heart felt like it was surrounded by claws of thorns, they tried not to scream from the pain, it was an usual thing after they used their powers, but tonight it was heavier and stronger than always, because they turned into a god and the Hulk, things they had never done before

"Please make it stop" they cried out, fat tears rolling down their cheeks

Loki could sense something was off, he felt someone being in pain from across the floor "Hopefully they're okay"

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The next morning Y/n woke up and got ready for the day, they had basically nothing to do but chose to go out of their room, walking into the kitchen and getting a cup of tea they jumped when Loki spoke

"Good morning Y/n" he said not looking away from his book "Apart from being a copycat you're a scaredy cat too" they rolled their eyes at him "I saw that" they huffed

"Good morning Loki..." They said with a groggy voice, making Loki look up

"Rough night?" He asked, concern in his face

"You care?" They walked out of the kitchen, into the living room, sitting across from him "I'm still getting used to the place" Loki saw the lie, something was wrong

"Interesting... Is the bed not of your comfort? Maybe Tony could get it changed"

"There's no need, the bed is fine..." It's my body the one that hates me, Loki saw their thoughts

He turned the page of his book, Y/n sipped their tea and decided to play a little with him

Turning into a snake they slithered down his shoulder, reading what he was

"You do know snakes don't scare me, they quick fascinate me actually" Y/n rolled their eyes at him, showing him their long tongue "Don't give me that attitude" they grabbed them and put them on the coffee table "It's rude to stare"

They turned into themselves, legs crossed and arms too "For being a trickster god you're not fun"

He raised an eyebrow at them, "I am very fun, just, don't feel like being it right now"

They rolled off the table dramatically and fell on the ground turning into a pool of water, at that moment Tony walked in and scrunched his face at the god

"Seriously? The bathroom is right there Bambi!" He said with disgust

"Wait what-" the god looked down to see the water "That wasn't me-" Tony was already gone "I hate you"

Y/n turned back and erupted in giggles and then laugh, "Now Tony thinks you peed yourself" they skipped away "Bye Bambi!" They mocked

"They're a handful"

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That night, the pain came back, not as strong as last night's but still there, they turned in their bed trying to ignore the pain, but it was impossible

That night a whimper made Loki knock on their door, concerned about them

"Y/n? Are you alright?" No response, that made him worry "Y/n?" He knocked again, he sighed and teleported inside

He walked into their bedroom and saw them curled into a ball, groaning in pain and crying

"Oh norns, Y/n what's wrong?" He kneeled next to them, they rolled into their side, fat tears coating their face

"Loki... I can't... Hurts..." They said through gritted teeth "Help..."

"What hurts? Where?" He stood up, looking over for injuries

"Everywhere... Feel like... I'm... Being ripped... Apart!" They whined, clutching their stomach

"Try and relax Y/n, I know it seems impossible but breath deeply. I will help you" his hands started growing green and the green aura surrounded Y/n's body, making the pain go away, they finally took a deep breath and relaxed even more "How is that? You feel better?"

They nodded, looking at him kneeled again "Thank you Loki..."

"It's the least I could do. Will you tell what's causing the pain?" They took a deep breath, then sighed

"Ever since I'm a kid and got my powers, the pain at night is immense, it feels like my limbs are being ripped apart, my chest hurts even worse, it happens when I use my abilities, every night... It hurts..."

He looked at them, finally figuring out what was happening with them "I see... So this happens whenever you use your powers?" They nodded again, he placed his hand on their head and whispered a spell "That will make it go away forever" Y/n sat up

"Why did you do that?"

"Because you're in pain, and I knew something was wrong with you" they felt like crying again

"Thank you Loki" they hugged him, making him gasp "Oh gods I'm sorry! I didn't meant to invade you" they said getting away

"No, don't stop I just. I'm not used to that affection"

They hugged him again, dragging him onto the bed, he hugged back, feeling comfortable on their hold

"I want to repay you for what you did for me..." Y/n began to speak "Go out with me for dinner, I'll pay"

"What? No never" Y/n gasped "I'll pay, what kind of gentleman would I be?"

"Loki, you don't have to, I'm not a woman who let's the man pay, I can do it" he smiled down at them

"You're right, you can pay then, but next time I will"

"Next time? Will there be more times?"

"So many more, if you want to"

"Of course I do..."

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Part 2 maybe?

[theelectronicstranger]

Ultimate Universe #1 (2023) and some Ultimate Invasion Thoughts (Spoilers!)

            So, I just read the new Ultimate Universe One Shot by Jonathan Hickman. If you have not read it and you’re interested in reading it, then maybe don’t read this. I’m also going to talk about Ultimate Invasion for a bit so if you haven’t read that then definitely don’t read this. I also will only show images from Ultimate Invasion since this title just came out today and I feel like you should be able to buy it without the insides of it getting spoiled to you too much. I recommend reading both Ultimate Invasion and Ultimate Universe by the way.

            I really like this Ultimate Universe One Shot. I like the idea that Tony Stark and Reed Richards are trying to use this time where the Maker is trapped (maybe dead) in his city of tomorrow to undo the damage he has done to this universe. For reference this is what he has done to Universe 6160 (The New Ultimate Universe) from issue #2 of Secret Invasion:

He basically recreated this Universe so that he can be the ruler of it, and he methodically erased, destroyed, and imprisoned the heroes of this universe. Leaving only the people he deemed to be useful to him and his idea of this new world. I thought this was a pretty interesting idea to have the Maker pretty much invade and infiltrate this universe to create a new Ultimate Universe; but also, I felt that as a reboot of the Ultimate Universe that this premise felt pretty messy.

With that being said, I do like the idea that this version of Tony and Reed are trying to fix these changes that the Maker has made to this world. In this issue, we see them taking a container with little trinkets of what the Maker has changed in this world. One of them being a cryogenically frozen spider. I’m assuming it’s the same one that was supposed to bite Peter Parker in the first issue of Secret Invasion. I’ll talk about Spider-Man more later, but I will say this: if Tony and Reed are undoing the Maker’s actions wouldn’t it be better for them to go back in time and undo those changes during the time, they happened rather than them getting these trinkets and these people and undoing the actions of the Maker in their present time?

 In Ultimate Invasion #4 Tony and Reed actually go back in time to retrieve Captain America’s body from the glacier he’s trapped in, and they put him in their present time and they’re trying to unfreeze him now. Meaning that they’re the reason why the Maker couldn’t find Steve’s body in Ultimate Invasion #2 (see the last pages up top). Now my question is this: Is the reason why they can’t change what happened during the time they were changed because they might see the Maker? Like they can’t change the Maker’s universe alterations because it’ll screw up their timeline and the maker would know that they’re up to something? That’s why they can retrieve Steve because he was already supposed to be gone and taken by them. I kind of hate time travel stories because they tend to be really messy and hard to keep up with, so I really hope we get a better explanation of these events. If somebody wants to tell me what they think that’ll be great. Here’s the pages where they found Steve Rogers in Ultimate Invasion #4:

Anyways, I really like this new version of Ultimate Thor who seems to have been imprisoned and tortured by this universe’s Loki, who is now the King of Asgard because of the Maker’s alterations. There also seems to be something more going on with Lady Sif and Thor. I think they were married or have a more personal relationship rather than just being a prisoner and a guard. I’m looking forward to seeing more of them. I also want to know what Asgardians are capable of in this new universe.

Also, I’m still really invested in what will happen to Tony Stark in this Universe. The way it’s being presented, it seems that he will turn into this universe’s Kang because he literally calls himself Iron Lad instead of Iron Man. Although, if I remember correctly, the mythos of Iron Lad in the Main 616 universe involves him being an unsure way towards Kang, so maybe Jonathan Hickman is trying to say that this Tony Stark can become Kang but also, he may not turn into Kang. If he plays his cards correctly then maybe he can fully restore this universe to what it actually was supposed to be rather than what the Maker has made it to be. Although, all signs point to him being Kang because when Howard Stark took off Kang’s mask in Ultimate Invasion #4, he looks shocked and disappointed. I really hope there is an answer to all these events and whether or not this universe can be restored and revived from the Maker’s alterations. Here's some panels from Ultimate Invasion #4 hinting that Tony Stark may become Kang:

Howard Unmasking Kang:

Tony Stark Calling Himself Iron Lad:

In regard to Peter Parker, the Ultimate Spider-Man of this Universe:

            We get some hints to him in this book, we actually see Aunt May and Norman Osborn’s names in the list of the potential casualties of the blast that happens in this book. I hope they’re not dead to be honest. I’m kind of hoping that Tony did something to save everyone from that blast because if you look at that panel in the comic his Arc Reactor/ Immortus Engine glows when they figure out that they were going to get hit by the beam. If they are dead, then I’m really interested in how that affects Peter in this universe. Also, it seems that this comic confirms that he is going to get bitten by the spider as an adult rather than them coming back in time and having him get bitten as a teen, which I don’t know what I feel about it yet. I honestly would have liked to have seen Peter get bitten as a teen in this universe so that in the new Ultimate Spider-Man book he’ll be a more experienced Spider-Man rather than an adult Peter Parker trying to figure out his powers, which is where I think this is leading to. Although, if he does get bitten as an adult with a wife and kids, that would be pretty interesting to see as well. How would he juggle being a superhero and his personal life if he has more responsibilities in his personal life now more than ever? It doesn’t sound bad, but I just prefer him having his powers at a young age and then growing up becoming a better and more responsible Spider-Man.

            I really don’t know where Jonathan Hickman is going with all of this right now. I’m interested in what he’s shown me so far. Although, I also have a lot of stuff that I don’t like. For example, the time travel shenanigans of this universe feels a little too messy. I want to see what his resolution is for all of this. I’m really excited to see what becomes of this universe. I want to know more about Ultimate Thor and Ultimate Lady Sif. I want to see how and if Tony becomes Kang. I want to see what’s going to happen to the Reed Richard/Doom of this universe. I also want to know what happened to the Maker and Howard Stark. It seems unsure at the moment if they’re dead or alive or just simply trapped there. Also, I really want to know what the Ultimate Illuminati does in this universe. it seems like they're going to fight one another now that the maker is gone. I also want to know who the silhouette we saw at the end of the book was, the one that’s shrouded in green smoke. My thought was that it was Norman Osborn as the Green Goblin because of the green smoke, but it could also be Black Panther because the silhouette looks like the new version of Ultimate Black Panther’s costume. It’s probably going to be Black Panther more than it is Norman. Also, I like the little preview we got of Ultimate X-Men so I might pick that up. It has a unique look and I have no clue how different it’s going to be to the X-Men we’ve been used to.

            Thanks for reading this. Tell me if I got anything wrong or if you have any thoughts about this new Ultimate Universe. Also, what do you guys think of the time travel and the alterations that the Maker made in this universe? Do you guys think we’ll ever get the original Ultimate Universe back?

[voiceoffenrisulfr]

Becoming Spider-Man - Chapter Three Peter Parker Signs Some Papers

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 -> Peter Parker & Tony Stark (IronDad)

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 -> The one in which Peter signs some papers, and Tony has to talk about Feelings.

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 -> 1938

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 -> (T) References to a shitty guardian, but nothing specific.

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Living at Tony's was a breath of fresh air after the tension I was used to.

As long as I still went to school, I was left to do as I wished – within reason – and trusted to be responsible. Tony spent most of his time out of the house or holed up in his workshop, but he'd cleared a table for me in one corner, offered with a nonchalant wave of his hand and an utterance about keeping my space clean. I worked on my web shooters, asking questions as they arose, and valuing his input when offered, or else doing my homework. We spent countless hours in companionable silence, his music providing a comforting backing track, albeit at a volume more conducive to conversation than it had been that first night.

It was one such evening, three months into my time with Mr. Stark, when I shrugged off my backpack and dropped myself into my seat with a world-weary sigh, raising Tony's head from his latest indecipherable project. "Rough day, kid?"

"Penny this, Penny that…" I muttered, running my hands through my beloved hair. "You'd think they'd get the picture – but nope, they just think I'm a lesbian. Not that there's anything wrong with being a lesbian. It's just that I'm not one," I added, addressing the room as a whole as my cheeks began to burn. No way I'm discussing my sexuality with Iron Man… Gender is enough!

"Do you need me to talk to someone?" I blinked dumbly in response to the question, and he smirked. "I mean, if someone's giving you trouble…"

I shook my head slowly, sighing again. "I haven't even told anyone. I can't get mad about it, not really, if they don't know. It's just… Frustrating. I wish they could just know, y'know?" My fingers absently flicked a stray pencil across the table, sending it skittering to the floor and eliciting a wince from us both. "Sorry, Mr. Stark."

"Tony." He let out a breath as he bent, walking the discarded pencil back to me slowly, spinning between his fingers. "If you're… Struggling… I can tell whoever you need to know. Happy to help, if you want."

I hummed for a moment, then shrugged half-heartedly. "I dunno. I wish I could just change my name – there'd be no need to tell everyone then. It'd be done for me!"

Tony dropped the pencil in front of me, hesitating before he rapped his knuckles on the desk. "Leave it with me."

I felt my eyes widen, and I pushed the seat back as I leapt to my feet. "What… What does that mean?"

He wagged a finger over his shoulder as he turned, heading out of the room while I stood blinking, panicked, in his wake. "Mr. Stark? Tony! What do you mean?!"

"Kid? You up?"

I let out a soft groan, burying my face in my pillow. "No."

I heard the quiet huff of laughter through the door, and the hushed drag of material sliding across the floor. "Here. I got her signature. It just needs yours. I'll submit them in the morning, and then that'll be it. Peter Parker… Officially."

The last word sent me sprawling to the wood, scuffing my palms as I scrambled to my feet. "Wait- what?" I yanked the door open as my voice broke embarrassingly, jumping several octaves in shock.

Tony stood with his hands in his pockets, looking battle-weary but proud as he nodded at the forms I'd leapt over. "You can change your name at any age. But if you're under eighteen, your guardian needs to sign too. So… I got her to sign. You can do your part whenever – if ever – you're ready."

My mouth worked wordlessly, floored yet again by a display of kindness from this… Superhero. Another act that likely didn't mean much to him, in the grand scheme of things, but that meant the world to me. "I… I don't know what to say. How? Why? How?!"

He chuckled again, shrugging. "Hot chocolate's in the kitchen. I'll have cream and marshmallows." I noticed, for the first time – to my shame – that he was drenched to the bone, hair plastered flat to his head as rainwater ran rivulets across his skin. I opened my mouth to apologise, but he simply waved me off as he turned. "Cream and marshmallows!"

Tony appeared a few minutes later, just as I was finishing his desired additions, a towel slung over his shoulders, feet bare, and his hair still half-damp, sticking up at irregular angles. It was impossible not to smile. I'd never seen the inhuman man look so… human.

"What do you think you're grinning at?" he quipped, flicking a stray marshmallow at me with stunning precision.

"Is it raining?" I shot back, laughing as his mouth fell open in shock at my unexpected display of light-heartedness.

"We'll see how much you're laughing when I put you out in it, kid," he retorted when he recovered, rubbing the towel against his damp head before tossing it at me. I batted it away easily, feigning a yawn, and he chuckled, taking his seat and wrapping his hands around the mug. Tough as he was, he couldn't disguise the faint tremor in his grip as he let the heat leech through him, and a pang of guilt resonated within me that he'd been out in the bad weather for me.

"So…" I breathed out heavily, fingers resting on the form before me lightly. "How on earth did this happen?"

He shrugged a shoulder as he took a sip of his drink, wincing almost imperceptibly at the scolding beverage. "You wanted to change your name. I knew you'd never ask her, so I thought I'd do it for you. You're welcome," he added as I opened my mouth, and I blushed, my enthused gratitude dying before I could speak.

"She agreed?" I asked eventually, lowering my gaze to the paperwork. There it was, for sure – her name scribbled on the dotted line, thick and dark, the anger palpable.

"She… Conceded," he corrected, leaning back a little, a cocky grin turning up the corner of his mouth. I raised an eyebrow silently, and he shrugged again. "Greased palms are usually the only encouragement people need."

"You paid her?" I clarified incredulously, blinking dumbly when he nodded. "How… Why? Why would you do that? Why does it matter so much to you?" Why do I matter?

Tony kept his gaze on mine, silently calculating. I broke first, looking away as my palms became clammy, feeling his stare probe even as I took a vested interested in the swirl of cream on my drink. "You matter, kid. You're an Avenger, remember? We look after each other."

Something shifted inside me, swelling and ebbing in equal measure. I was honoured, of course. I was just a child, and here was this genius, telling me I was important. But… "Is that all I am? An Avenger? A teammate?" I fought to keep my voice measured, but Tony arched a brow at the perceptibly clipped tone.

"Isn't that enough?"

I started to respond as frustration bubbled, but caught myself. "... Yes. Of course. Sorry, Mr. Stark."

Tony sighed, reaching into the infinite depths of the pockets in his jogging bottoms, pulling out another sheet of paper, this one worn thin where it had been folded and refolded endlessly, long fingers tapping the document lightly. "You're not 'just' anything, kid. But you're especially not just a teammate – not to me." He pushed his chair back, throwing back the remnants of his drink without reaction, despite the steam still curling from the mug. "And you can call me Tony."

I sat peering into my cup long after it was empty, unfocused gaze staring through the line of powder congealing in the bottom while I scolded myself for my words. I was well aware of Tony's documented reluctance to let people close to him – pushing the way I had was akin to treason.

The papers he'd left lay under my hand, still folded, as engaged as I was in my own thoughts. It wasn't until a solitary tear rolled down my cheek that I drew myself back to reality, pulling the papers toward me with little interest.

New York State Office of Children and Family Services Application to Adopt

Adoption? Tony wanted to… Adopt me?

I barrelled into his room without knocking, taking pause at the incredible view sprawled before me. My own bedroom was comparatively modest, relatively nondescript – as far as a bedroom could be in Stark Tower, at least – when viewed next to the floor-to-ceiling window that took up an entire side of Tony's sleeping quarters. I'd seen some incredible views as Spider-Man, but this insight into the city I'd grown up in was irreplaceable.

Shaking my head – I could marvel at the sights another time – I pivoted wildly, eyes scanning the darkness for a sign of Mr. Stark. "Did nobody teach you to knock?"

Turning, I held up the document, fingers shaking. "What is this?"

Tony took a long gulp from his stereotypical tumbler, sucking his teeth before replying. "Proof."

That stopped me, at least. "Proof?" I repeated, brow furrowing in a confused frown.

Tony nodded once, sitting at a sketching table tucked to one side, the soft glow of a worklight creating an aura around his body, and hiding his face. "That you're not 'just a teammate'."

Tears pricked at my eyes as he regurgitated my words with venom, and I recoiled from the blow. "I… I didn't mean to… That wasn't fair. I'm sorry."

He nodded once, fingering the edge of his glass, refusing to meet my gaze. "I've done my best, kid. I'm not always perfect, but-"

"You are, you-"

"Let me finish," he interrupted softly, looking up briefly to fix me with a stern stare. When I stayed silent, cowed, he continued. "I'm not always perfect, but I'm trying. This is unfamiliar territory for me, Peter. I'm gonna make mistakes, and say the wrong thing. And I'm not…" He huffed out a breath, scrubbing a hand over his face before standing, pacing before the window, his anxiety tangible. "My dad wasn't the sort of man who put any stock in talking about feelings. If I had a problem, he fixed it – or made it go away. I had everything I needed, everything I wanted, from a physical perspective. But feelings?" He shook his head, letting out an audible sigh. "Feelings are new to me. Pepper always said I have a heart, but it doesn't always feel like it. Sometimes I forget that not everything can be fixed – that people aren't machines. I want to fix things for you, Peter. And I want to be there for your emotions, too. I'm just… Still learning."

His speech left a heavy silence in its wake, punctuated only by the sound of flesh on bone as I chewed my lip. "I'm sorry," I offered weakly. "It was unfair to say that – especially when I already knew it wasn't true. You've done so much for me, Mr. Stark, and I shouldn't be so ungrateful."

Mr. Stark shrugged once, pausing in his paces. "I overreacted, kid. I'm not used to all this."

A flush crept up my cheeks, and I ducked my head in shame. "It's a lot. You don't… I don't expect you to keep me around."

He sighed, moving closer, discarding his now-empty glass on his bedside table – beside a half-drunk bottle of Jack. "Kid, you're stuck with me, okay? Whether we sign those papers or not, this is your home now, for as long as you want it. Nothing about who you are is going to change that, alright? So get used to it." He hesitated before tapping his fist lightly against my shoulder, his emotional discomfort tangible. "Now get to bed, Spider-Man. It's the middle of the night, and you have school tomorrow."

[maple-the-awesome]

We'll Meet Again...I Know When || Chapter 22

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x GN Reader

Words: 3,679

Overview: Given your old-fashioned personality and obsession with all things 1940s to 1980s, it’s no wonder that most people refer to you as an ‘old soul’ who would’ve rather lived back then than in the modern era. Little do they know, you already did, but with your previous life as Hollie Stark cut short, you’ve been left with some…unfinished business, to say the least. Top of your list? Finally getting to marry your thought-to-be-lost fiancé.

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CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO: LIL' WIZ

Silence isn't always a bad thing, however there's a substantial difference between peaceful tranquility and suffocating strain. Unfortunately, you're stuck with the latter which is making your nerves feel like a trampoline park.

It had been heartbreaking as you helped Tony to his feet, ignoring his stubborn refusal to accept your aid while he attempted to shove you away and stand on his own. It was useless in the end, forcing him to reach a compromise by allowing you to help him into another, warmer room where there's at least a bench he can rest on compared to his former place on the floor.

You feel ashamed for letting things get this far. Each second, you replay today's events in your head, pointing out every little crossroad where you could have possibly done something different just to change the turnout.

Maybe you should've confirmed Tony actually knew about Hollie and parents' deaths instead of assuming Steve already did so. You shouldn't have let that video play. The second you realized what it was going to be about, you should've destroyed the screen and thus prevented Tony from having to see such a horrible thing. You could've done more to prevent the fight that took place afterwards even if that meant risking your own safety by physically getting in between everyone.

'...There are so many things you could've done differently...'

After radioing for someone to come pick you guys up, you search the facility for medical equipment. Tony's injuries aren't fatal, but it'll be awhile before anyone can get here and he might feel a little better once bandaged up. This is what you tell yourself anyways, truly just hoping for a way to distract yourself because maybe then your hands will stop shaking so violently.

You had pretty much forgotten all about Zemo until reentering that main room you had encountered him in originally. What was his plan again? To turn the Avengers against each other as revenge? Well, he succeeded and he probably used the aftermath as a distraction to make his escape. Who knows where he went or if you'll ever have to look at his sorry ass again? Regardless of how much hate you’ve felt towards him all day, you can’t be bothered to care anymore...He’s the least of your concerns right now.

The suffocating silence continues when you return to Tony with a medical kit. Again, he tries shooing you away, however you remain just as stubborn despite the calm and patient tone you fight to maintain with him.

'Besides, he has every right to hate you. You helped Bucky - the man who murdered nearly the whole Stark family. You, a close friend, betrayed him until the last second.'

"I'm surprised you didn't go with them since you’ve seemed so keen on defending Barnes's ass all the time," Tony observes bitterly, refusing to even look at you as you dab his face with a cotton-ball.

You can only sigh, "...I didn't want things to go the way that they did. I didn't want anyone to get hurt like this -"

"- Well, it's a little too late for that, don't you think? Forty two years too late, in fact."

Frowning, you set the bloodied cotton ball down, redirecting your eyes to the medical kit to check what bandages are inside, but your mind is too jumbled to properly look through them. You scan the box several times, yet you can't seem to remember what you just looked at which results in your eyes going back over each item a second and third time. Eventually a forth, too.

"Bucky regrets what happened -"

"- As you keep saying -"

"- When he first remembered Hollie's death, he was devastated - inconsolable even. He's never denied his guilt or his role in it. He believes himself to be just as responsible for what happened as you think he is. Nothing I’ve tried saying has been able to change that,” you explain foolishly as if Tony will share your pain. He doesn’t.

"He deserves it -"

"- Tony -"

Before you're able to put a small butterfly bandage over the deep cut on his forehead, he suddenly jerks away from you with a deadly glare, "- No, I don't give a shit if he feels guilty. He deserves every ounce of it because my aunt did nothing to deserve death! She never hurt anyone. She never took advantage of others, never cheated the system or made shady deals to fill her own pockets - she was better than that and you know what the worst part is? She loved Barnes. She would talk about him all the time and as a kid, I used to wish I could've met him because I thought 'wow, if Auntie Hollie admires him this much, he must be a real amazing guy, huh?'. Turns out he's the one who killed her. She could've lived a long life. She could still be here now if it wasn't for him.

"Do you know how I felt back then? Do you know how it feels to be told that your aunt isn't going to be around for your birthday not because she just can't make it - had a little car trouble or too much work on her desk - but because she was shot dead outside of her own home? Defenseless and left to bleed out alone?! And do you have any idea how I felt learning she was on her way to my party? Hell, I still don't celebrate my birthday because each time it comes around, I think about that week - that week of mom crying and dad throwing shit against the wall in his office as I sat in my room waiting for someone to tell me it was all some cruel joke.”

Tony’s eyes are watery at this point. The more he admits, the more fidgety he gets, eventually shifting against the bench and talking with his hands, “While everyone else celebrates me getting older, I can only remember being four years old sitting in the front row of my aunt's funeral, believing it was somehow my fault because if I hadn't begged her to come to my party, maybe she wouldn't have gone outside that day? M-Maybe, just maybe, she wouldn't have been killed -?"

"- Tony, it wasn't your fault," you cut him off sternly, your heart breaking after hearing his voice crack towards the end. You attempt to place a hand over his - more on instinct than rational thought - yet he rips it away.

"I know that," he hisses before his voice falls more silent as he stares at the floor, "I...I know that and I've gotten over that part…but what I can't get over is the fact that Barnes was the one to take her away. My aunt was my role model. She was everything I wanted to be when I grew up. She was always there for me and frankly, she cared about me more than even my damn dad did. He cared about her more than me, too.

“...After she died, he didn't spare any expense looking for her killer and planning to bring the fiercest justice down upon them. What would he have thought if he figured out it was Barnes all along? That he was the one to kill Hollie and would be the one to kill him and mom years later, too? What did our family ever do to him, huh?!"

"...Nothing...None of you did anything," you whisper, keeping your hands flat on your lap. A few tears hit them after rolling down your cheeks, yet you do nothing to fix your slumped-forward posture.

"Then why do you defend him?" Tony challenges, already knowing his confession has done nothing to change your mind towards the situation.

"Because...Bucky didn't do anything to deserve what happened either," Tony opens his mouth, however you don't give him the chance, "Bucky loves Hollie as much as you do. If he had a single ounce of control back then, there's no doubt in my mind he wouldn't have hurt her. The problem was never him, it was HYDRA. They wanted to eliminate anyone who would get in their way. That's why your family was killed. Howard and Hollie both stood against them before and they would've done so again. For that reason, they were killed and so was Maria who I'm sure was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time.

"Bucky was captured by HYDRA and used as their assassin against his own will. I'm sure those sick fucks found amusement in sending him after people he once knew and cared about…It's terrible for all involved: those who died, Bucky for being forced to have their blood on his hands, and you for having to loose your family..." You trail off for a second then ask while chewing on your bottom lip, "...I've actually been meaning to ask: did you ever get that present?"

"What 'present'?"

"The one Hollie got you for your fourth birthday - that brass telescope. It was the one you wanted, right? At least I'm certain it was..." You don't look up at him, instead playing with the fabric of your suit, "Yeah, I remember you had that whole faze as a kid where you loved all things space related. You would tell everyone including random people on the street about this one particular telescope that you happened to see at a toy store on Mason Avenue. Of course, I knew Howard would never get the hint even if it whacked him upside the head, so I got it for you myself...Did you ever receive it, though?"

Tony stares at you as if you're clinically insane which might be his exact thought process right now. His mouth hangs open ever so slightly as he shakes his head, "...What did you do? Go through my shit and -"

"- If I went through your shit, I would've had to find it and then I wouldn't need to be asking the question, would I?" You shoot back the remark then sigh, mumbling more to yourself, "...Geeze, out of everyone, I thought you'd be the one to figure it out first given how much you like to insert yourself in our lives. I went through so much effort yet was still on the edge of my seat worrying you'd spot the inconsistencies anyways..."

"What are you on about?" Now he sounds plain annoyed, so much so that he pushes himself off the bench to get away from you as he’s truly beginning to worry about your mental health. Maybe you went insane dealing with Bucky for two years straight or hit your head a little too hard during the fight moments ago. Either way, you're not exactly in his good graces, so he has no reason to sit here and bother listening to your nonsense.

"Tony, why do you think I care so much about Bucky?" You stand up as well, grabbing his arm to prevent him from going any further. Despite the question, you don't allow him to answer, making it rhetorical as you continue, "I've risked everything to help him up until this point yet I stayed here to help you. Now I'm sitting here talking about things I shouldn't know - things about your family that you've kept so close to your chest that there’s no way a random outsider born in the nineties should know them...Come on, you're supposed to be a genius, right? What's the common denominator here?"

For a second, it looks like he's actually thinking about your little 'quiz', but he quickly shakes his head and gives his arm a tug in your grasp, "Let go."

"Not until you answer me."

"I'm not in the mood for this -"

"- Neither am I, Anthony," you remain stubborn, not loosening your grip over his arm, in fact you tighten it, "It's Hollie - she's the common denominator. She loved Bucky more than anything even if he was the one to kill her and she was your aunt which means you held just as much of her heart as he did. Now you're gotta ask what that has to do with me? What does any of this have to do with me and that's the key, Tony! …I was Hollie - way back then, I lived and saw the world as her until the day she died and I still remember nearly every second of it.”

Your frown grows when Tony finally gets his arm away from you, facing you with a glare, yet even through the dim light of this room, you can see the tears brimming in his eyes, "I told you I don't have the time for this nor do I have the patience. It's one thing for you to keep defending Barnes, but to sit here and drag this conversation on while making ridiculous claims that you were my aunt? Do you not hear how crazy you fucking sound?!"

Shrinking under his shout, you once again start chewing on your lip as a nervous habit, your mind whirling with hurried thoughts while you run your now free hand through your hair, "...Perhaps I got some of the details wrong? I'm just going off of old memories here. I have to admit, everything in the days leading up to my death are a little...fuzzy at best, however I do remember the important stuff.

"I-I remember being your aunt. From the moment I first held you, I wanted to make it my mission to spoil the crap out of you because I knew you were the closest thing I'd ever get to having my own child. I wanted to give you the world however that might look like, be it by playing pirates outside or teaching you how to wire a circuit board. It seemed like you always had a new hobby to obsess over and even though I knew you'd have a new one by the end of the week, I still obsessed over it with you no matter what it was because it made you happy.

"Yeah, I sound fucking crazy, but even though I'm (Y/n) (L/n) now, I continue to think of you as my nephew. Ever since I started regaining the memories of my past as Hollie, a part of my thoughts have always been occupied by the people I knew and loved as her. Those feelings have never disappeared.

“You know, I went home and cried that day Natasha first introduced us. I cried because I always dreamed of seeing my brilliant nephew grow up only to have that stolen from me. Now you’re older than me and you don't see me as family which is understandable. I...I don't expect you to believe that I'm Hollie. I just...I don't want you to think for a second that I'm trying to mess with you or take advantage of your feelings. I know I've already let you down by hiding Bucky and not telling you about his role in our family's deaths, however I...My intentions aren't to dig up old wounds for you...I'm sorry it’s worked out like that -”

“- If you're really Hollie…" Tony starts in a whisper and you nearly give yourself whiplash looking up at him, although he's not looking back at you, "...Then what was the message engraved on that telescope and where?"

"The message...?" You echo with a raised eyebrow, nothing coming to mind too quickly.

When you don't answer, Tony clicks his tongue as a way to act casual despite the way he sniffs back his tears immediately afterwards. He's prepared to swallow his disappointment and leave the room regardless of whether someone is here to get you guys yet. He can't stay in this stuffy building anymore, especially not when his chest feels so tight all of the sudden. He needs air...

"I think…I think it was on the bottom,” Tony freezes at the sound of your voice.

Your eyes are squeezed shut as you try your best to recall that telescope. It’s been forty two years, after all. You do remember having a message engraved on it. What was it, though? Something cheesy…Yeah, you were real cheesy back then; the cool aunt Tony would've no doubt been embarrassed by if you were around for his teenage years.

You snap your fingers suddenly, "Right! 'Reach for the stars and beyond even those, Lil' Wiz, love Auntie Hollie'; that was the message...Damn, was it bad. I hated that I couldn’t think of anything more clever. Sure, you were only four, so it's not like you would’ve cared or anything, but I didn’t feel that was a proper excuse for such low standards.”

You’re afraid to glance at Tony, however you somehow find the strength to do so anyways. It’s difficult to read his expression which a lot of people would find shocking if you told them because Tony Stark’s known for his arrogant and loud personality. To leave him speechless is either really impressive or really worrisome.

Unbeknownst to you, he’s thinking and desperately searching for evidence as to why he shouldn’t believe you. He’s spent too much of his childhood being forced to go to counseling and too many birthdays slumped over his bar to suddenly accept this outlandish idea that his aunt - the same aunt he’s gravely missed since he was four years old - is standing right in front of him. The universe isn’t that kind, especially not to him, so there must be some trick here.

Where’s the flaws in your lie? You’ve always been smart, that’s why he offered you a job at Stark Industries after the fall of SHIELD, however you left instead. There! If you’re supposedly Hollie, why’d you turn down his offer and go away? …To find Bucky; that’s right. You’ve spent two years caring for him, but there must be some other logical expectation for that. He’s not bad looking if Tony squints. He might be in need of a good scrub down, yet he’d also build like a brick wall with obvious confidence issues. You’re probably into that shit, who knows?

Steve hated your guts when it first came out you were keeping Bucky from him only to suddenly like you again soon afterwards. What reason can there be for that? The power of friendship prevails? Maybe he’s got a little crush of his own? Those are good excuses, and as for the telescope thing, Tony was probably right about you going through his stuff to find it…The only problem there is that he keeps that telescope locked in his room in a box under his bed since he doesn’t like looking at it. Now, you might be smart, but smart enough to hack into JARVIS just to sneak into his room without taking anything?

“Tony…” You whisper his name, reaching a hand out, however you stop yourself short. You feel incredibly guilty - more so than you had been before this conversation.

Suddenly, you’re reminded of why you don’t like telling people about Hollie. Natasha and Steve are the only ones to ever believe you. Two out of how many others who have cast you aside? You’ve gotten too comfortable; that’s your problem. This is why you’re not supposed to tell anyone about your secret. It’s hurt those who knew Hollie and it hurts you, too, because it only reinforces the idea that you can’t live two lives at once.

Opening your mouth, you plan to apologize again while biting back your tears, but Tony beats you to the speaking role, “...So, how’s this work?”

“H-Huh?”

“The whole…Hollie-(Y/n) thing?” He gestures a hand towards you, scrunching his eyebrows, “You’re living as (Y/n), but you have Hollie’s memories?”

You hesitate, “I, um…It’s a reincarnation thing, I guess. I don’t really know how or why I remember my past -”

“- And that’s why I’m guessing you joined SHIELD?”

“It’s nice to start somewhere familiar,” you shrug awkwardly, not sure where he’s taking this, “It was supposed to be a job until Natasha offered to introduce me to you. I wasn’t planning on sticking around, but I also wanted to see how you were doing…How you turned out with Howard’s parenting job.”

“‘Parenting’ is a generous word…” Tony scoffs with a roll of his eyes. When he trails off, you dare to look up at him fully, watching his features shift from a pretty good poker face to a softer, more vulnerable expression, “...Did I turn out like you hoped?”

His words take you by surprise and you must’ve blinked a dozen times while gaping like a fish before they process inside your head. Even when you understand what he had asked, you’re still left shocked because how could that ever be a question in his head?

“Of course!” Your response reflects your breathless astonishment, “I don’t think I could be any prouder than I am of you, Anthony.”

Tony sniffs again, turning his head away from you as if that’ll make his hand invisible from your sight as he almost raises it to his face. He halts this action, however, turning back to you with a poor attempt at a ‘casual’ nod, “Good, um, that’s - Hmph!”

Whatever he was going to say, he’s cut off when you step forward and wrap your arms around him. It’s not the most comfortable hug given his suit and you’re careful not to cut yourself on the broken shards, although it’s still enough to have him dazed for a second, his arms held out to the side in refusal (or perhaps fear) towards the idea of hugging you back.

“...What are you -?”

“- I haven’t gotten to hug my nephew in forty two years…Let me have this,” you whisper, your eyes shut not that it saves you from crying. Those blasted tears find a way anyways!

Slowly, his arms fall around you, holding onto you tightly seconds before the sound of sniffles can be heard echoing through the quiet air and once again. You’re smiling softly, feeling like you’re back in 1974, holding a young Tony in your arms as he cries against your shoulder over how long it’s been since he had seen you a week ago. Many things have changed since then, but your love for your nephew never has.

NEXT CHAPTER ->

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[dirtyvulture]

😎 My nephew was born at 2:02 AM on April 12 ( so he is two days old) at 8 pounds, 2 ounces and 20. 5 inches. Both my sister and baby are doing great and are perfectly healthy!!!!!! It is important to state that my sister and her family live in a place that is 2 hours behind us so I woke up at 4 in the morning ish with the news that my Nephew was born ….. if I HAD to be woken up at 4 in the morning THAT is the reason I WANT to be woken up for . He has been brought home and their dogs have just FALLEN IN LOVE with him ( they have two dogs and a cat) .

Auto correct continues to be the BANE of my existence and continues to target ME SPECIFICALLY ( I KNOW my ass can’t spell but you don’t have to come at me ALL THE TIME😭) and makes dumb little mistakes in the posts . I know everyone knows what I mean but it still BOTHERS me ok !!!! Some thoughts turned into Soo thoughts. MCU was changed to MUC .

Of course I am giving you love for your fic , you deserve it and I am super excited for part two :)

It’s …… funny how this woman is doing and taking part of behaviors that do and act the EXACT same way as man ( being kinda of a jerk or kinda a asshole , for example CEO R! is doing things - sleeping with whatever moves and being that asshole or jerk - and acting EXACTLY LIKE Tony Stark ) but NO ONE bats an eye when a man does it. And R is CLEARLY an intellectual and talented woman but because she is a woman people can’t see her talent and strengths ….. they only see her flaws. I was talking with my friend and we were like ….. Yelena 100 percent helped Nat with her getup and makeup ( Yelena is a fashion icon after all ) . We also decided that Yelena wasn’t at the event, she was at home chilling in her pjs with Kate watching movies and binge watching tv. Nat planned and did everything out on her own and didn’t tell ANYONE ( ESPECIALLY her parents or little sister) about what she did that night.

SB 100 percent carried Nat( while she was still sleeping and they were able to keep her from waking up ) out of the chair with their in law following SB out of the hospital to let Sarah rest and sleep. Nat woke up in the car so the group of three just went out to breakfast for food and coffee. Yes Sergeant Romanoff was very impressed and feral for SB the whole time ….. poor golden retriever never saw it coming ( they were sleeping for a LONG TIME afterwards and Nat hooked them up with liquid IV ) . That brings me to my next point , I had a discussion with my friend and we were talking about . What if Nat can’t get pregnant ? What if she had an injury while she was on duty/ deployment ( that injury / the mission she was on was what got her the promotion and the rank she has now ) . She didn’t need to know nor cared about if she could kids then , but with SB ……

R has a lot of dexterity in her hands ( in more ways than one , one of which Nat is VERY HAPPY WITH 😏😏😏) and I did a quick history google search and found out ( from wiki so take this with a grain of salt) that nail ciphers were invented in 1881 . So she probably used a pocket knife ( think young victor in the Wolverine Origins opening except R isn’t making her nails into claws, she is just cutting them) for a really long period of time and if she didn’t have a pocket knife then she would use her claws. But yeah if Nat panic and stop R from cutting her nails with her claws , R just looks at her saying “ what ? I lost my clippers and don’t have my pocket knife…… I am not making my nails into claws . I am NOT a psychopath.”

Ps I hope I can see my nephew in the earliest time too . Whenever I talk about him for future reference , I will just be calling him “ Buddy” . Obviously not his real name but the name I will call him here . 

(I have to apologize for responding to your most recent message first when you sent this one before, my drafts are a mess lol)

Very excited and happy for you and your family, friend! 🥰🥰

Autocorrect has never been your friend here to be honest 😂

Thank you for the love, I am really excited to write a Part 2 for you all (didn't think I would, but I can't deny you all after that warm reception).

Yep! I honestly didn't even make that connection, I kind of just wanted to write R as a dirtbag lol instead of the typical dumb golden retriever himbo. And as I work on part too, we will definitely get to see a little bit of Yelena. :) Although yeah, she probably had no idea what kind of sins her sister was getting into that night.

SB loves to take care of Nat :) And they always have to take advantage of doing it when she's asleep or something because she won't stand for it if she's awake.

Honestly, that's a really interesting theory. I was actually thinking the same thing (since a lot of readers ask how come Nat hasn't gotten pregnant by now...what if she actually can't because of a previous injury or medical condition?). And you're right, Nat probably didn't care about having kids at all, but then she met SB and now she might have changed her mind...

Heehee. 😂 R has very sharp actual claws already, no need to shape her nails into them too.

[every-marveler-ever]

Thai, Koalas and Aurora Borealis

Domaystic Day 31 | @domaystic | Midnight Snack

All Caps Bingo Round 1 | 🤷 @allcapsbingo | “This made me think of you.”

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RATING: General WARNING: Lots of laughter, Endless questioning

Peter has many questions for such a little guy so Sam humours him with a late-night snack, though some people might not refer to reheated Thai food as a snack. | Sam Wilson/Tony Stark

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“Sammy?” Peter asks in the adorable way he likes to ask preparing his dad for multiple questions at a time, “What’s the Aurora Borealis?” Peter asks, whispery as the 6-year-old only just lost his first front tooth. 

Sam smiles tossing the stir fry in the pan, re-heating the leftover thai food, and thinking over his answer, it wouldn’t be nearly as good of an answer as Tony would give but he could figure something out. He takes his time watching the pan before being assured and turning back to Peter, “It’s a pretty, natural, light show which shows splashes arts of colour in the night sky,” he smiles hoping that satisfies the younger man. Clarifying he adds, “It’s fades of blue, purple and pink.” 

Nodding along Peter seems engaged with the explanation but Sam already expects the follow-up question, “where is it? Daddy says it’s really far away so we can’t go visit, but my teacher said the polar bears could see it.” It’s funny watching the way that Peter looks around the room as his train of thought changes, swinging his small legs on the bar stool. 

Rolling his eyes Sam understands Tony’s answer but it is not exactly true, and Sam promised that he would always tell Peter the truth, “we could go see it, they can see it in Australia and your Dad has been there for work before so it isn’t completely outrageous.” Peter’s mouth rolls open at the shocking news that they could see it.

“That’s where the koala bears live right? I guess that makes sense why my teacher was talking about polar bears,” Peter reasons out loud and Sam laughs, “but a koala isn’t a bear, dad says it’s a marsupial.”

Sam has to hand it to the kid he definitely has his father’s smarts, but he hopes that he has left a lasting impact on Peter, even just as ‘Sammy’ or ‘daddy’s boyfriend’, or the guy that is reheating thai food at midnight because he can’t resist Peter’s puppy dog eyes.  

There is a lot of laughter to be had when Sam and Peter are together in the kitchen if it’s 11 pm or 10 am. Sam and Peter love the kitchen, it is the time they get to bond between the two of them, Sam working behind the island and Peter swinging his legs from a bar stool on the other side. Tony while not a fan of the kitchen loves to observe and hear the laughter that his two favourite people have inside it. 

Like right now as Tony can hear the loud giggling from his son and the encouragement Sam is given making hot chocolates and encouraging FRIDAY to put on Disney’s Princess and The Frog to go along with their midnight snack. It makes Tony smile knowing Peter is taken care of, Sam puts his finger on his lips gesturing the Peter as he sees Tony walking in. 

“What are you still doing up so late mister!” Tony sneaks up on Peter tickling his sides to encourage even louder laughter from his son, “I vividly remember saying goodnight to you at dinner time,” Tony makes a pointed look towards Sam. Sam just shrugs in response a smile stays on his face watching Tony and Peter together, father and son. 

Peter doesn’t stop laughing and giggling, now because he knows he’s been caught and it makes him excited. He attempts puppy dog eyes at Tony but it doesn’t seem as genuine as the ones he used on Sam at bedtime. It’s easy for Sam to respond happily, “Mr Peter here thought that if Daddy,” Sam gives a pointed look to Tony, “got to stay up all night then why couldn’t he.” It is a good reason but the look that Tony gives the thai food that Sam is preparing says otherwise, “I thought I would make us a midnight snack, maybe you need some too,” Sam pushes one of the plates towards Tony, he made 3 for a reason. 

Tony just rolled his eyes, “he tricked you with puppy dog eyes,” and this time the pointed look is directed at Peter, who is choosing at this time to look especially cute, platypus plushy tucked into his arms.

Sam nods defeated, “of course he did.” 

Nodding Tony knows the pain that Peter’s puppy dog eyes have on people, him especially, and the only one it can’t trick is Pepper, which makes sense after dealing with Tony for so long. Tony picks Peter up from the bar stool and Sam follows along with Peter’s plate of thai food in his hand.

Peter is happy to sit on the couch with his platypus plushy, an ironman pillow, and his thai food, Tiana listening to her dad read them princess stories playing on the TV. 

“Why thai this late,” Tony asks knocking Sam’s shoulder as they sit back down at the island, far enough that they can see Peter, but Peter can’t hear them, “I thought you would make him popcorn, or cookies, so late at night, especially with a hot chocolate.” Sam shrugs happy to just watch Peter be happy and see as he slowly tries to keep himself awake by eating more. 

Sam thinks it over because he really has no reason, other than the smile it brings to Tony’s face when he sees it and can watch Peter have that same smile on a smaller scale. It’s an adorable response, one that can rival Peter’s “it made me think of you,” he hugs Tony, arms wrapping around his partner’s waist, “I’ve missed you.”

Tony loves Sam and loves the way that Sam spends time with Peter when he’s away, Sam really is his better half. Tony kisses Sam’s cheek, leaning back into the embrace his partner is giving, “I missed you too.” Being away, off and on is, unfortunately, Tony’s line of work and since Peter, he does it a lot less and always makes sure not to come in between Sam and missions, but coming home is his favourite part of being away. He gets to come back and see Sam’s happy demeanour and Tony’s favourite boy’s largest smile in the world, even if he just comes up from the lab. 

Smiling Sam reveals the other things that they had been talking about that night, finishing by saying, “I think we need to take a trip to Australia.” Tilting his head Tony is vividly confused, “any reason why?” Sam takes a beat before looking over to a sleepy Peter and Tony’s vision follows.

Tony rolls his eyes turning back to face Sam, Sam admits, “Your son has suddenly taken an interest in the northern lights and koala bears and there is nowhere else you can get both.” Tony laughs kissing Sam’s cheek, “you just should have told him they were in Iceland.”

Shrugging Sam smiles, “I didn’t want to ruin his dreams.” They both fall into ridiculous laughter as Peter falls into sweet, sweet dreams. 

Tony organises Peter’s birthday present the next day, 3 tickets to Australia.

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[haghottie420]

Blazed (Smoking Weed is Gay) (16830 words) by GreendaleHumanBeing Chapters: 7/7 Fandom: Spider-Man - All Media Types, Spider-Man/Deadpool - Joe Kelly (Comics), Deadpool - All Media Types, Deadpool (Comics), Spider-Man (Comicverse), Deadpool (Movieverse) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Peter Parker/Wade Wilson, Past Gwen Stacy/Mary Jane Watson Characters: Wade Wilson, Peter Parker, Johnny Storm, Gwen Stacy, Mary Jane Watson, Weasel, Reed Richards, Tony Stark, Aunt May, May Parker (Spider-Man) Additional Tags: Bisexual Peter Parker, Stoner Peter Parker, Recreational Drug Use, Weed, So much oui'd y'all, John Waters references, Wade Loves John Waters, Burnt Out Peter Parker, Peter is like 26, ACAB, Twilight References, Banter, God so much banter, Kissing, Texting, Gratuitous Emojis, Bisexual Gwen, Nosy MJ, Capitalism sucks, Shitty Day Job, Sister Margret's is Hellhouse, Merc Bar, Weasel is perpetually stoned, Can you imagine how many weed strains are probably named after avengers here omg, Johnny Storm is a good dude, Bisexual MJ, Gwen Stacy Lives, Brunch, Peter Parker Needs a Hug, leftist peter parker, I'd give it all for MJ and Gwen, Tony Stark Has Issues, Tony Stark Is Not Helping, Tony Stark Is A Dick, Sexting, Finally some horny stuff, some angst too, Angst, Peter Sulks, Peter Parker is a Little Shit, Stoner Aunt May, She's finally here, Peter Parker Loves Wade Wilson, Insecure Wade Wilson, More weed smoking, Gwen's GF reveal, John Waters, twilight - Freeform Summary:

Peter is burnt out. Wade has been watching a lot of cult classics. Everyone tells them they're in love. Five times these fucking nerds smoke weed together.

Peter’s high is fading into a disgruntled sleepiness. Does Johnny not understand simple math? Peter is a washed-up hero disenchanted by even being a hero by night. He hustles to make it up to communities affected by his past reckless hero-ing. And the rest of the time he’s a washed-up grad student turned line-cook. Smoking weed at the end of long days wondering how long he can keep up. Why would anyone waste their time with him romantically? Even Peter doesn’t like wasting time with himself.

Johnny actually has the gall to turn around and glare at Peter before turning back to his phone.

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(Since I've written this fic about two years ago, it's gotten a lot of traction lately! So much so that I'm working on aa sequel rn :) I just wanted to share this news w. the COMMUNITY as a whole <3)

[darsynia]

I Know No Other Way Than This | Ch 5

(Bruce Banner/OFC, Tony Stark & Bruce Banner Friendship, post-Avengers 1 Soulmate AU multichapter)

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Summary: Bruce tried to forget he had soulmate words entirely, but on the day of the Chitauri attack, he returned from his stint as the Hulk to find that his black words had turned silver. His soulmate must have watched him shift from the Other Guy into himself and said them while he was unconscious… Length: 2,159 Note: if I’d have found this chapter title before I started this, the entire story would be named Parallel Postulate, instead. Basically, Euclid’s Fifth Postulate is describing a line that falls across two other lines. It says that if the angle created by each ‘corner’ that the joins make are less than 90%, then the other two lines will eventually meet at a single point. Tony is the line that falls, and Cicely and Bruce are the two lines that will eventually meet! Tags: @starryeyes2000 @arrthurpendragon @ronearoundblindly @themaradaniels

Excerpt:

“How’s it going, Aris-Toss-All? Whatcha thinking?”

“Hulk was trying to warn you I think. The thing that set me off was finding out her stalker wasn’t a stalker at all. He was being paid to watch her, referred to a ‘them’ that had missed a payment.” 

There was a minute or two delay in hearing Tony’s next response.

“All right, JARVIS is on the case, thanks to what you already told him and some enhanced directives from me. But Bruce? I think you’re going to have to really watch those videos and see what you can see. AI is one thing, but--”

“No, I agree,” Bruce sighed.

“Don’t fret. Your impulsive instinct got us the jump on the guy.”

“My existence is harmful to her, Tony.”

Chapter Five: Euclid’s Fifth Postulate

Bruce’s left side was still a bit bruised when he woke up, despite the healing factor of the Hulk. He could feel it, tender and unfamiliar, as he rolled over onto his back on the springy floor of the room Tony had built for him. It had been a long time since he had felt a true serious injury; Bruce wondered exactly how long. Years, that was for sure. All of those injuries, even the one where he’d actually shot himself, had resulted in the Other Guy taking over and his body repairing the damage. For it not to have been fully repaired by the time Bruce was back in control of himself must have meant an extensive injury.

He looked up at the ceiling above him and found the answer.

There was a circular metal collection of slabs, not quite over his head, but close. They were clustered and angled, looking a lot like something he’d seen in the science fiction show Stargate, called the Iris. There it had been used to cover up the titular gate to prevent anything from moving through it without permission. Had Tony built a shaft through his tower to this room? Had he dropped Bruce all that way?

“Dr. Banner, Sir has requested that I monitor your condition and inform him when you are prepared to speak with him over the comm. Shall I give you some more time to adjust or are you ready now?”

He was used to JARVIS, but there was something strange about hearing the AI speaking so casually here, of all places.

“Go on, but I’d like you to do a welfare check on Cicely Besnard. The information I learned that set me off directly relates to her safety.”

“Certainly, Dr. Banner.”

It stood to reason that Tony had a protocol in place to make sure that simply telling him what had brought forth the Hulk wouldn’t do it again, but Bruce remembered what it was, and that information was still relevant. At least, he hoped it was.

“If it isn’t the Jaw-y Green Giant! How much do you hate watching videos of yourself as your chartreuse creature?”

“It’s not my favorite thing, Tony. Why?”

“He was really chatty during the flight. Seemed like what he was trying to say was important, but I couldn’t figure it out.”

Bruce was genuinely surprised. He sat up, resting his forearms on his knees, frowning. “Is there audio?”

“Sure. Here, ignore the wind noise:”

He understood what Tony meant as an audio file started to play. The sound of the wind whipping was distracting, but then the Hulk started talking.

“BRUCE’S ANN. ANN DANGER. NEW ROSS HIRE NEW EMIL WATCH BRUCE’S ANN.”

He recognized some of the names, but not their context.

“Bruce?”

“Give me a few minutes!” Bruce yelled at Tony. He scrubbed a hand through his hair and added, “I’m not that angry, I just need to think, okay?” He was on edge, and if he wasn’t careful, he’d lose it again and Cicely would be in even more danger. Waiting to hear back from Stark’s AI was making him antsy.

“There’s clothes through a human-sized door activated by your fingerprint, light it up, will you JARVIS?”

Bruce stood and looked around until he saw a (green, of course) blinking light above a door-shaped indent in the padding of the walls. He walked over and activated the controls, opening it up to find a few outfits hanging on the wall. One of them was a t-shirt with Oscar the Grouch on it, which had Bruce laughing despite the serious moment.

“Dr. Banner? I can report that Cicely Besnard is currently at home. The man who has been seen following her around was not visible on any of the surveillance taken from her journey.”

“That’s less encouraging than it sounds, JARVIS. Someone’s hiring people to tail her, that’s what made me lose it. We need to tell her, and either move her somewhere safe or arrange for some kind of security until we can find out why. And it sure as hell better not be because of me.”

“Shall I inform Mr. Stark about this development?”

“Please.”

Bruce dressed quickly, his mind on the names that Hulk had used. He’d sounded upset, in as much as the Other Guy could have variations in demeanor. Ross was obvious, and so was Emil, for that matter, but calling them new was throwing Bruce. And ‘Ann?’ He couldn’t think of any--

Wait.

Betty had told him about a nurse who had been particularly kind to her in the hospital after his initial rampage as the Hulk. The woman had changed shifts, altered her schedule, so she could be there for Betty. That nurse’s name had been Ann.

He stumbled out of the changing room, finding the light switch and turning it off with a weak hand. Did Hulk remember that? The creature’s thought processes were primitive, he knew, but were they associative?

‘New’ Ross. ‘New’ Emil. ‘Bruce’s Ann.’ Bruce’s nurse. A bad guy called in an accomplice to watch Bruce’s nurse?

“How’s it going, Aris-Toss-All? Whatcha thinking?”

“Hulk was trying to warn you I think. The thing that set me off was finding out her stalker wasn’t a stalker at all. He was being paid to watch her, referred to a ‘them’ that had missed a payment.” 

There was a minute or two delay in hearing Tony’s next response.

“All right, JARVIS is on the case, thanks to what you already told him and some enhanced directives from me. But Bruce? I think you’re going to have to really watch those videos and see what you can see. AI is one thing, but--”

“No, I agree,” Bruce sighed.

“Don’t fret. Your impulsive instinct got us the jump on the guy.”

“My existence is harmful to her, Tony.”

Just saying it out loud hurt. He’d been looking forward to seeing her in person, after warning the stalker off, even though he wouldn’t have approached her. The Hulk’s determination to pass along Bruce’s message in the only way he could think of was very worrisome to Bruce. It meant that Cicely was more important to him than he’d thought she was, which was already too much.

“Seems to me it’s too late to worry about that. If there’s no way to avoid complicating her life, shouldn’t you both at least benefit from it?”

“You got an old laptop you can put on your internal network so I can watch from in here? I don’t think I’m ready to head out just yet,” Bruce asked, ignoring Tony’s question entirely.

“Man, you have no idea how tempted I am to try to set up something on one of those PlaySkool tablets. I won’t, though. I know you’re taking this seriously.”

“Yes, I am.”

Bruce had been looking through files and sorting them into various folders for about five hours when Tony showed up in his Iron Man suit with a person-sized cot, and some blankets. 

“Sorry, sorry,” Bruce said, standing up and holding his hands to the small of his back like a man thirty years his senior. “Got carried away.”

“Hey, I’m the last person to chastise a good work binge. Getting any headway?”

“There are at least two of them. The guy I scared away and another man,” Bruce said grimly. “JARVIS did some background, and I’d just like to say that if I weren’t pretty sure this was about the Hulk, I’d be seriously concerned about your access to resources that cross ethics boundaries.”

He was being mild. It seemed like JARVIS had the ability to do things that if the US Government did them, they’d be hearing about UN violations for spying on its own citizens. Intellectually, he knew that private citizens were held to a lesser standard, but when it came to some of the things that he’d been involved in over the course of his life, Bruce didn’t see much difference in the kinds of people who were willing to cross those lines. That Tony Stark was one of them was concerning. It wouldn’t take much to nudge him over into the category of people whose well-meaning concepts were twisted into something horrible.

Bruce would have hoped that the things he’d read about at the Stark Expo a few years back would have taught the man something.

“Bottom line?” Tony asked.

“You’re going to need to send someone to approach her. Maybe Romanoff?” he sighed and once again pushed back the protective urgency he’d been feeling all evening.

“Why wouldn’t you be the one--”

“Okay, you’re Cicely, you recognize me as the person you said something innocuous to only for it to turn out to be a soulmark on my body. You ran away, but I’ve found you, and uh oh, here I am to warn you that someone other than me is stalking you, and it’s probably my fault. How will you react? Favorably, do you think?” Bruce shook his head.

“You watched her do research on you, Bruce. She knows you’re a scientist. The woman’s smart, she can figure out that it’s only logical that you tracked her down. It’s not like you picked her out of a list of women.” Tony flew up to the iris-looking metal door in the ceiling. “JARVIS says you still have some bruising. Should I fit this with some sort of net?”

“Focus, Tony!” Bruce said, irritated. His own comfort was far from a priority right now. “Ideally we set up someone to speak to her as she leaves for work in the morning. Whoever is tracking her was almost certainly warned that we’re onto them.”

“I can send Clint to watch the entrance now, if it would make you feel better,” Tony said, flying back down and landing near Bruce.

“It would.”

“I’ve got at least five empty apartments here, you know. The commute wouldn’t be too bad, and--”

Bruce’s frustration exploded into a tirade. “I can’t get close to this woman, Stark! Look what happened when she vaguely said something in my direction!”

“Wow, you actually do get green around the ears. I thought that was a euphemism!”

Bruce leaned over with his palms on his knees and started doing his breathing. Whether or not there was some kind of genetic imperative to caring for and/or protecting one’s soulmate, he felt responsible for the woman’s safety. She’d come into contact with him, and shortly afterwards, she’d become a target. Tony’s insistence that he remain involved with trying to get her into a safer situation was quite literally driving him insane.

“I’d kick you out of the tower to put her in instead but you’re kind of the one guy who should stick around,” Tony pointed out.

“We neutralize the threat, let her get on with her life. It’s that simple,” Bruce said.

“That’s right up there with ‘create world peace, everyone is happy,’ but okay.” Tony was hovering over Bruce in a way that would look nonchalant except for the way he lifted higher every time Bruce looked up at him. “I’ll send Clint to watch out for her overnight, and in the morning, Nat will drop by for a friendly chat. She’s good at undercover bullshit. Maybe something like a routine sweep of suspicious persons caught two men that had been subsequently seen on surveillance footage following her.”

Bruce let out a breath. “That could work,” he allowed. “Especially if Natasha questions her gently about whether she knows the guys. It could come across like a sting on them, not an operation to protect her.”

“Okay, it’s settled. Do you want me to read you a bedtime story?” Tony asked, sounding entirely too excited at the prospect.

“I already know about the book Go The Fuck To Sleep, Tony, but nice try,” Bruce laughed.

“Damn. I bought it to swap out for one of the books Cap takes to Children’s to read to the sick kids every month, but it turns out he actually does his due diligence and checks the books before he leaves. Knew it was me, too,” Tony lamented.

“Get out of here before your soulmate blames me for your absence. Good night,” Bruce ordered.

“Yes, Dad,” Tony said.

“Wow, no snarky nickname?” Bruce couldn’t resist.

“All I came up with on the fly was ‘Father Throws Best,’” Tony shrugged.

Next chapter, Bruce does his best not to get attached as he seeks to make life better for his soulmate-- but comes to the realization that his life got better after the attack on New York.