#char: Morgan Stark

[dameronspector]

Philophobia (Part 2)

Pairing: Joaquin Torres x Stark!Reader

Chapter Summary: Another nightmare that felt way too realistic and one panic attack later, you decided to pick up Pepper’s call and talk to her about everything that happened yesterday. She gives you a little mom talk. And you finally meet the treasure that is Joaquin Torres.

Warnings: Mentions of Death and Depression/Depressive episodes, Mentions of Panic Attacks, Nightmares, Some cursing, Love at First Sight, Kind of enemies to lovers but only because reader hates opening up to people so they bully Joaquin, Fluff, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, the lovebirds are finally meeting!!, Joaquin is Down Bad, Reader has some phobias, Found family, also there’s a few references and hidden plots in this. 😁 (please keep in mind that I wrote this from my point of view as a south asian.)

You were walking around the cabin and finally stepped out on the patio. It must’ve been…days since you last stepped out of your room. Pepper tried everything to bring you out and have lunch with her and Morgan but she ended up having to leave your plate by your door.

You are not too sure what compelled you to finally step out of your room. All you knew is that you felt a nagging feeling in your stomach and before you knew it, you were opening the door.

You turned and your eyes fell on the chairs in the corner. You froze.

You felt like your body had turned to cement. You couldn’t move, at all. Your breath hitched and your eyes widened. You wanted to call out to the person, so bad. But you just couldn’t. It felt like your mouth was stitched close. You could feel bile rising up your throat.

The person finally turned around and looked at you.

“Honey?”, your dad asked you, softly.

Hold on. Your dad?

“How…wh-what? H-how are you..?”, you finally sputtered out and furrowed your eyebrows painfully.

The pers-your dad, stood up and made his way over to you. His eyebrows were furrowed and his mouth was etched into a frown.

He reached you and put his hands on your shoulders.

“Hey, it’s me. What’s up, baby? You good? Pep told me you didn’t have your lunch, yet. You wanna get some burgers with me?”, he asked worriedly while caressing your shoulders.

You didn’t know what the fuck was happening. How was he here. Why was he here. What was happening. How are you here. You had so many questions.

“I-dad?”, you croaked out and looked at him with teary eyes. You ran your gaze across his face as if you were trying to remember how he looked like.

Tony’s eyebrows furrowed deeply.

“Yeah, it’s me baby. What’s happ-”

Before he could finish his sentence, you crashed into him and buried your face in his chest, your arms around his waist. You hugged him so tightly that it must’ve been painful.

He immediately wrapped his arms around you and hugged you tightly.

“Honey, you’re scaring me. What’s wrong? Does anything hurt?”, Tony asked you with fear and panic heavy in his voice. One thing about Tony is that if you panic, he’s gonna panic. He couldn’t see his baby hurting like that.

You simply shook your head no, scrunched your eyes tighter and buried yourself into his chest even more. Your body shook with uncontrollable sobs.

“Look at me, kiddo. Please, you gotta tell me what’s up”, Tony pleaded and put his hand on your head, caressing it.

After taking in deep, shuddering breaths to somewhat calm yourself down, you reluctantly broke the hug and looked up at him.

To your horror, gone was his caring and aged, wrinkly face with gray hair.

You came face to face with a half dead man. The right side of his face was completely burnt and charred by the explosion from the snap. His entire body was grey. Not the gray that comes with aging. But the kind of grey that comes with the left out soot of a dying fire. The grey that painted your life after his demise. His eyes were open but unresponsive, and they were so empty it made you sick.

Gone were your father’s mischievous and warm brown eyes. His mouth was open as if he had just let out his final breath.

You stumbled back from him before letting out a loud scream.

“No. No no no no. NO! PLEASE. GO AWAY. NO NO-”

And then you woke up.

You couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t even move. You felt paralysed. And why was it so dark?

“FR-FRIDAY…turn on.. turn on the lights”, you managed to choke out in between gasps.

You clenched your blanket in your hands to ground yourself.

“Boss, do you want me to start a breathing exercise?”

You gulped and gasped out a weak “Yes.”

You went through the motions– deep breath in, hold for 5 seconds, deep breath out, hold for 5 seconds.

After doing this for 5-6 times, you finally managed to calm down.

Now, you were too scared to go back to sleep. Everytime you closed your eyes, you saw your father’s lifeless face.

It’s been a while since you had a nightmare this bad. And this one was way too realistic than the other ones you had. You literally felt like you were at the cabin. You could feel his touch on your shoulders. You felt his hug. Oh, you’d do anything to go back to that nightmare just to feel his hugs once again.

You let out a deep sigh and buried your head in your hands, while leaning your arms against your thighs.

You felt your damp cheeks. You straightened up and ran your hand through your hair.

“FRI, what’s the time right now?”, you croaked out. Your voice was sore from all the yelling.

“It’s 3:15 am, boss.”

You groaned and rubbed your eyes with the heels of your palms. You were not going to get any sleep now (as you predicted earlier in the day). You threw your blanket aside and went out to the kitchen to prepare yourself some coffee. Your coffee addiction definitely made up for the alcohol addiction.

You sipped your coffee on the rooftop deck and you let the chill air cool your warm body.

You felt an itch in your hands to tinker on your dad’s suits again. You haven’t touched those in 3 weeks. Which was progress for you.

You held your coffee mug tighter in your hands to resist the urge to get up and start working. You had promised your therapist and Rhodey that you would not use the suits as a distraction or coping mechanism again. But old habits die hard. So you made way to your makeshift lab. You were planning to turn that room into a proper lab soon.

You started working on MARK 42. You don’t even know what, why, where or when were you going to use all these suits again but you needed a distraction.

“FRIDAY, play ABBA”, you asked the AI. What better than working while dancing to ABBA to distract yourself from a night terror?

-

It was 9 am now. You had successfully stayed up all night working on the suits and dancing to your playlists. It was…fun. I mean, as fun as it gets after having a paralysing night terror. You did your morning routine and had your breakfast. Now you were completely exhausted so you just flopped down on your couch and just rested your eyes.

The moment you felt yourself slip into a deep slumber, your phone rang.

You groaned. “FRI, who is it?”, you asked tiredly.

“It’s Mrs. Potts, boss.”

You immediately opened your eyes and picked up your phone from the coffee table. You and your dad had decided to never not pick up Pepper’s calls because if you don’t, she gets stressed out and then she stresses all of you out.

“Hey, mom”, you answered. This was a recent development during The Blip. You had finally started calling her mom. And honestly? It felt good. She’s been the mother you never had since you were a little kid.

“Oh, how I love hearing you say that”, she said giddily.

You just chuckled.

“How are you, honey? Everything good? Groceries are stocked? How are your sessions going on? Oh, and how was the event? Rhodey told me you met Sam. I hope you had a good time. And how was-”

“Mom. Can you take a breather, my god”, you asked exasperated.

You could practically feel her sheepish smile through the phone. She’s always been this fussy ever since she joined your abnormal family.

“Sorry, honey. First, tell me, how are you?”, she asked gently.

You let out a deep sigh. “I-I’m…okay. Could be better”, you answered truthfully. You’re doing much better at this whole sharing your emotions thing.

“You wanna talk about what happened? You know I’m always here, right? We’re all here for you, sweetheart.”

You could feel your throat choke up again and you scrunched your eyes shut.

You gulped. “Yeah, I know. Thanks, mom,” your voice cracked.

Pepper must’ve understood that you’re not in the mood to share anything else so she quickly changes the topic.

“And how was the event? How’s Sam?”

“He’s as glorious as he was before. Although, now he looks a little tired. But that shield looks really good on him, mom. I’m so happy for him”, you replied sincerely.

Pepper hummed. “Why did he give up the shield? I saw the news”, she asked thoughtfully.

“Yeah, well. There’s some things that we can’t understand. Considering the country we live in and the way things are now…let’s just say he put a lot of thought into it. Not really my place to say, you know?”, you replied.

Pepper let out a soft sigh. “Yeah, I understand. Also, Rhodey told me that Sam gave you an offer?”

You paused. You knew Rhodey would tell her about that. Everyone in this family is a snitch, oh my god, you thought.

You closed your eyes and reluctantly confessed.

“Yeah. He did. Something about helping him with his tech or whatever. And before you say anything, no I didn’t say yes to him. I’m not sure I want to join him.”

“Are you sure about that? You are at home with your tech, sweetheart. It’ll help you stay productive, as well”, Pepper asked you carefully.

You stayed silent. Pepper took that as a sign to continue.

“Besides…Rhodey also mentioned a new friend?” She added with mirth in her voice. She kept trying to set you up on a date so you’re sure she was ecstatic when Rhodey told her this.

You groaned loudly. “Why is my personal life a gossip for you two?! Is Rhodey the resident gossip girl now?!”, you said while pinching the bridge of your nose with your index finger and thumb. You’re going to steal Rhodey’s suits until he stops meddling with your life.

Pepper laughed.

“I’m not going to join Sam and I’m not meeting any friend. You guys need to relax, alright? What am I even gonna do there. And I don’t think Sam actually wants me there, either. So. Anyways. Bye mom. I’ll talk to you later”, you said abruptly.

Pepper just let out a deep sigh. You were Tony’s carbon copy. It was scary. It’s times like these that made her miss him even more because it reminded her of their younger selves. She’d give anything to see you two banter again. And she knows you would’ve listened to him in a heartbeat, too.

“Okay, honey. Take care. I love you.”

You just hummed and cut the call. You dropped your phone back on the coffee table and draped your arm across your eyes.

You didn’t even realise when you fell asleep because the next time you woke up, it was to FRIDAY calling you out.

“Boss, wake up. There’s someone at the door.”

You sighed. “FRI, if it’s Rhodey you can just let him in”, you picked up your phone to check the time. It was 12:00 pm. You slept for a good while.

FRIDAY began, “It isn’t Mr. Rhodes, boss. It’s Mr. Wilson. And just for your information, he’s here with someone.”

That snapped you out of your sleep and you jolted up.

“What? What is he doing here? How did he know-Rhodey”, you groaned loudly. You knew Pepper would tell the details of your conversation to Rhodey. You shouldn’t have picked her call up, yet.

“Fuck, okay. Tell him to wait for a minute. I’ll be right back”, you said in an exhausted voice.

You went to your bedroom and changed your pajamas to a presentable shirt and jeans and quickly washed your face before brushing your hair.

“Okay. Let him in”, you told FRIDAY.

While he came in, you were in the kitchen, fetching some water for Sam. You decided you might as well be a good host and let him down politely.

“Hey, kid.”

You had your back to him and you turned around to greet him- who is that.

You must’ve expressed that a little too obviously as Sam chuckled nervously and introduced you to the guy that came with him.

“Kid, meet Joaquin. Joaquin, that’s-”

“(Name) Stark. I know. Wow. I mean- Hey. Nice- Honoured to meet to you. I’m Lieutenant Joaquin Torres”, he rambled and held out his hand for you to shake.

You swore you felt your heart skip a beat.

Wait what?

Both of you were looking at each other so intently, that Sam just chose to stand beside Joaquin with his arms across his chest, an amusing smirk spread over his face. He could already see that a few months later, y’all would thank him for this.

“Kid?”, Sam asked playfully.

You snapped out of your daze and looked at Sam.

“H-hey. I wasn’t expecting you here...” you trailed off and blinked your eyes.

“Yeah, I know. Rhodes gave me the address. Sorry for just barging in like this but it’s kind of an emergency”, Sam replied apologetically.

You simply hummed. And your eyes went to their feet. Not because you had a fetish but because they were wearing their shoes. In your house. You widened your eyes.

“Both of you, take off your shoes. Did Rhodey not tell you about the rules? No shoes in my house”, you say exasperatedly.

Both of them, shocked at your sudden reaction and your rules, immediately went to the entrance and stood there dumbfounded.

“Where-”, Sam began and pointed at their shoes.

You sighed. “Just remove them by the door.”

They quickly removed their shoes and joined you in the living room, nervously.

You turned your gaze back towards Joaquin. He was still staring at you intently and hadn’t said a single word. You furrowed your brows.

“Is he…okay?”, you asked Sam in confusion.

Sam turned to look at Joaquin and pursed his lips to avoid laughing. He brought his hand up and clapped it on Joaquin’s back firmly.

“Torres, you good?”

Joaquin flinched and snapped his eyes to Sam. He blinked rapidly.

“Uh. Yeah. I’m good. All good”, he said quickly and threw a thumbs up.

Sam just smiled knowingly.

“Kid, as you must’ve figured out by now, he’s the partner I mentioned yesterday and he’s the one who looks over most of the technical stuff. Since I’ve been sending him off on field missions on the side, I thought, why not ask you to help us with the remaining stuff.”

“I mean, I’m good at it, just gets a little difficult to handle it when I’m on field, you know. Not that you aren’t better than me, I mean you’re THE (Name) Stark, ofcourse you’re better than me but-”

“It’s alright. I got it. Joaquin, right?”, you cut off his rambling and held out a hand to stop him.

Wow, he really IS talkative. This was going to be a problem.

You saw how he shut his mouth and gulped.

“Y-yeah…”, Joaquin trailed off. You couldn’t help but notice, had such shiny brown eyes…

What is wrong with you?

“Please take a seat, you guys want something to drink? Eat?”, you asked them while leading them to the couch.

“No, we’re good. Actually….we want you to join us right away. Like, now, would be good”, Sam told you hesitantly. He knew this was not a good idea. Rhodey told him that you were already on edge about all this.

You paused. “Now? Like, now now?”, you asked carefully.

Sam grimaced. “Yeah…actually, we’ve got a big problem. And that problem just broke redwing.”

You widened your eyes. “No way, you let your child get abused like that?”, you asked jokingly. Joaquin chuckled at this. You stared at him in amusement.

Sam narrowed his eyes at you and Joaquin. “Damn right he’s my child. And that’s why I’m asking you to cure him. He’s like, your sibling. Please, don’t say no.”

“Did you just call a robot my sibling? And are you really giving me the puppy eyes right now, Wilson?”, you quirked an eyebrow at him.

He ignored the second question and just tilted his head- like a kicked puppy. “If your dad birthed him then he’s your sibling, right?”

You groaned and rubbed your hands across your face. Honestly? You already knew your answer. You knew it the moment Rhodey requested you to think about it. You were simply hesitating because of your tendency to pull away the moment something triggers you. You know, stark legacy and all. And you didn’t want to hurt Sam like that.

You let out a sigh that came from deep inside your bones.

“Okay we’re gonna have some rules. 1. You’re not going to make any weird jokes about redwing being my sibling. 2. I will not participate in any kind of field operations. 3. I will come and go as I please”, you paused and pointed at Joaquin, “and 4. If I tell you something, you will simply listen to me. No questions. No counter arguments. Zip. Nada. Am I clear?”, you finished, looking pointedly at the two of them.

You saw their eyes comically widen.

“Oh hell yeah, whatever you say. And we agree with all of your conditions, don’t we, Joaquin?”, Sam said excitedly.

You saw Joaquin nod his head eagerly. You were mesmerised by the way his bouncy, beautiful, dark curls moved atop his head, powered by those dark coffee pools that are his eyes- Knock it off. No. We’re not doing this again.

You quickly averted your eyes and gulped. You noticed out of the corner of your eye how Joaquin’s gaze was fixated on you.

“Okay. Relax. What’s the plan, now?”, you asked reluctantly.

“We’ll go to my apartment, first. You can check out all the stuff that needs fixing and run a diagnosis on redwing. Then we can go ahead from there. Sounds good?.”

You nodded your head.

“Yeah, okay. Let me clean up and pack a bag. Then we can leave. You guys can help yourself around until then. FRIDAY, help them out with anything they need”, you announced and went to your room. You couldn’t believe you actually said yes.

Joaquin’s (+Sam’s) POV

“You’re serious? You’re gonna ask The (Name) Stark to join us? No, no. You’re gonna ask The (Name) Stark to work with ME?”, Joaquin asked Sam with all the excitement that existed in the world. He was practically bouncing off the walls.

He couldn’t believe it. How was this his life now. Partnering with his role model and hero and now he gets to work with his crush who is also his second role model? No fucking way, dude.

-

Sam knew how much that boy loved the eldest stark child because he would never shut up about them. It’s always ‘oh man, they’re so talented and so beautiful’ or ‘how are they so well dressed every time?’ Or ‘how can someone be so intelligent at such a young age, bro?’.

Sam found out about Joaquin’s little crush on you when he walked in on him watching an old interview. You were talking at a charity event that took place 6 years ago. You were only 17 then. Joaquin was so engrossed in the video that he was leaning his head on his propped up arm and staring at the screen of his laptop without blinking. With a dopey smile plastered on his face.

“I didn’t know you were a fan?”, Sam asked cheekily.

Joaquin flinched and quickly shut his laptop.

“Dude, can’t you knock?!”, he exclaimed and put his hand on his chest.

Sam just smirked. “I thought you were working on some intel that’s why I came here to check it out. But, here you are, makin’ googly eyes at your laptop screen! That’s your fault, Torres. You’re procrastinating.”

Sam noticed how Joaquin’s cheeks turned bright red.

“Uh- well. I was. I was just looking at a speech. A very intellectual and interesting speech, mind you”, he quickly explained.

Sam quirked an eyebrow. “Oh really? Was the speech interesting or was the speaker interesting?”, he asked cheekily.

Joaquin’s face reddened even more.

“Um- I- well, you see-”, Joaquin stuttered.

Sam just laughed and clapped his shoulder. “It’s okay, man. I won’t tell anybody about your crush. Pinky promise”, he teased.

Joaquin groaned and ducked his head.

After that incident, Joaquin randomly came clean about his infatuation with you during a night out.

“I don’t know, man. There’s something so…captivating about them. The way they command the room even though they’re so shy. The way they speak so eloquently. The way they’re always respectful to others even if they’re strangers. The way they defend their family so fiercely. How they’re so passionate about all the causes they work for. Just…”, Joaquin trailed off and shook his head.

“Yeah. You don’t see those qualities often in a billionaire’s heir, you know. Feels like they really root for the underdog. And I love that. I love their empathy and the grace they carry themselves with”, Joaquin said with affection dripping from his words.

Sam whistled. “Oh boy, you’ve got it bad.”

Joaquin just chuckled and took a sip out of a beer. His entire face was red. Yeah. He had it bad. And he was not ashamed of it.

-

After meeting you at the press meet, Sam went to meet up with Joaquin at the tarmac. He was 100% prepared for the onslaught of questions because he knew Joaquin must’ve seen the footage.

He turned around the corner and there it was.

“Dude. You met up with them?! What the fuck? You didn’t tell me. I would’ve joined you, man. Why didn’t you ask me, oh my god? They looked so good, by the way, but that’s not important. You MET them and you-” “I asked them if they wanna work with you.”

“And you talked to them right? How was it- wait. WHAT?”, Joaquin yelled abruptly.

Sam shushed him. “Relax, Torres. And yes, I asked them if they wanted to work with you. I mean not you–I asked them if they wanted to join me and help us with the tech stuff”, Sam replied nonchalantly, as if this was not a big deal. As if Joaquin wasn’t this close to passing out.

Sam swore he saw Joaquin buffer in real time. The #1 Yapper was rendered speechless? He had to thank you for that.

Joaquin opened and closed his mouth like a fish out of water.

“You….asked them…if they wanted to…work with me?”, Joaquin squeaked out, eyes zoned out as if he’s in a trance.

“Not you exclusively, don’t get ahead of yourself, lover boy”, Sam narrowed his eyes at Joaquin.

Joaquin completely ignored that. “What did they say?”, he asked impatiently, eyes wide in hope.

Sam sighed. “Well, after everything they’ve been through…it’s not been easy for them. I’m not sure they’ll agree to do this. We can only wait.”

A flicker of understanding passed through Joaquin’s face. He nodded. “Yeah man, I understand”, he said sincerely.

“But..god, I hope they say yes”, Joaquin added shyly and ducked his head, averting his gaze from Sam.

Sam just smiled. “Yeah man, me too.”

-

Which brings them back to today. They were literally standing outside your penthouse.

Joaquin asked Sam once again-

“You’re serious? You’re gonna ask The (Name) Stark to join us? No, no. You’re gonna ask The (Name) Stark to work with ME?”, Joaquin asked Sam with all the excitement that existed in the world. He was practically bouncing off the walls.

Sam just smirked.

“Calm down, tiger. You don’t even know if they’re gonna say yes”, Sam told him with amusement lacing his tone.

“I know, I know. Still. It’s crazy, bro…We’re literally standing outside their house, right now? Oh, I can’t wait to throw down with them-”

Joaquin was cut off by FRIDAY speaking.

“Boss has asked you to come in, Mr. Wilson.”

Sam looked at Joaquin, all the amusement vanishing from his eyes.

“Listen, Joaquin. I’m serious. Don’t say or do anything that’ll freak them out. It’s a sensitive topic, okay?”

Joaquin nodded his head in understanding.

The door opened and they entered the living room. Joaquin’s hands started sweating. He was fucking terrified yet excited at the same time.

They turned around to and finally saw you.

Sam greeted you and you immediately turned around to greet him. You seemed surprised to see them. Sam introduced the two of you. But, Joaquin felt like time had stopped. His ears were ringing. His hands were shaking, his knees were weak and he felt dizzy.

God, you are beautiful.

You were wearing a simple shirt and jeans and had absolutely no make up or anything but…you had a special kind of beauty. Your warm and empathetic nature truly showed on your face because you were glowing. To him, you were like an angel sent straight from heaven.

Joaquin ran his eyes all over you like a man quenching his thirst. He couldn’t believe that you standing right in front of him. That he was allowed to be in your orbit like this.

And in the midst of his mental breakdown, he didn’t notice the way you seemed to have stopped in your tracks and were looking at him just as intensely.

While the two of you were busy with your little staring contest, you didn’t notice Sam smirking to himself in satisfaction.

‘They will be thanking me soon’, Sam thought smugly.

Part 3

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AN: woohoo!! They finally met! I’m also thinking of making it a series that will follow TFATWS. Hope you liked this part!

Sorry if the ending and pacing is weird. I’m still trying to figure out how to write a whole series + end chapters :(

[jackiequick]

Meet more of the family, Miss Stark & The Youngest Barnes | Marvel OC

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Liv Stark ⌚️

Full name: Olivia Charlotte Stark-Vega

Nicknames: Liv, Vi, Lottie, Lola, Clary, Char, Charlie, Miss Vega, Snark Central

Age range: 5-18

Height: 5’1

Relationship status: Single

Background: American with Peruvian, Polish and Italian descent

Father: Anthony Stark

Godmother: Elizabeth Stark

Godfather: Jason Underwood

Brother & Sister: Rei and Morgan Stark

Step-mom: Pepper Potts

Uncles: James Rhodes, Happy Hogan & rest of The Avengers

Abilities: A bit of geek and hacker due to her love of technology, basic hand to hand combat since she enjoys boxing and her witty personality. She’s young so she hasn’t gotten plenty of skills yet.

Personality: Liv has a smart touch, gentle soul, sweet, charming and easy going. She is a bit of a bitchy girl and stubborn about everything she does. If she wants to do something, she will probably sneak out to get it done. She got a some of anxiety and a nervous twitch (which would grow over the years since Liv is afraid of being alone and in the dark about a lot of things), this creeping fear and sadness that will take over her if not careful.

- However Liv is very accident prone, she’s always getting hurt one way or another, giving everyone an heart attack since the age of 9 since she’s always been a active little girl. So in result she give Tony and something for Rei to roll his eyes about.

- From an young age, she has always been into tech, jewelry and over all. Wanting to build and grow a her own little things, she was a Stark it’s a given! She watched a lot of movies so she got creative with her ideas.

- Random fun fact, one of her favorite movies is 10 Things I Hate About You, just because she likes Kat Stratford’s aesthetic and attitude. But it’s many Action Movies and Rom-Coms that she will watch with Pepper, that she enjoyed. It’s where she gets her inspiration for things.

- She adored the idea staying in the lab, tinkering and cleaning up the inventions that were made. She practically lived in there, staying home to help and learn. It caused never want to leave that house in general, having a bit of mouth on her after hearing the adults always speak their minds (so don’t be surprised this girl start rambling and throws out whatever bullshit that appears in her thoughts), but it allowed her to be a safe within those four walls.

- It didn’t take long for her to start filling up a notebook with designs on how to incorporate technology into fine jewelry (aka The Stark Watch, necklaces to tracking and security measures, bracelets to be use for defense purposes and rings can be transformed into gauntlet). 

- She’s always been bit of business women! Wanting to create products to help people, keeping an eye on things from behind the scenes, represent and model for Stark industries and such. 

- But she was still so young, so her parents and siblings didn’t want her to grow up so soon in the spotlight of it. She’s a kid! And she understood that, it bothered her but she understood why. So she stays hoping her time could come where she can help out the group.

—> Because little did she know that theses little gadgets and gizmos that would be incorporated into the ideas her father and older brother would use as fashion purposes in the future with their own suits. Aka they’re Iron Man suits!

—> I know you may be wondering about her family life, well Liv raised well per say. She had to move around a lot as a child, especially since Tony never wanted the public attention to be on her just yet and her mother wasn’t sure that she would taken care of. It took convincing from Pepper and Jason to let her stay home with them, so everything was fine after that.

Her relationship with her father was an nice one. When it comes to parenting his kids, Tony was a rather dramatic, embarrassingly loud at times, a little cocky and stubborn parent per day, so it’s a bit difficult to get him to calm down and talk softly with him. Tony cares a lot about his children, having Rei and Liv to take care of but he was always busy with the company having to arrive home late, events he had to attend and ending up being tired.

Other than that, he tried to make time for his son and daughter, bringing them to the lab and everywhere he could. Even if he got in trouble afterwards. Tony always tries to inspire his daughter to do what she loves and experience things, be caring, make sure she was alright too and etc. But they make it work!

Ohh, did I forget to mention how annoying and protective Tony can be as a parent? He will take everything very seriously or not serious at all, acting out if something goes wrong and he tends to be questioning his motives. Even blaming himself if something bad were to happen to his family. Tell Tony Stark you have a crush? He sends JARVIS to keep an eye on you. Ask Tony for something like a new backpack for school? He buys you something else.

In his defense, he does everything with so much love (even if he doesn’t always portray it in the best way).

Her relationship with Rei however—you wouldn’t think it but rather wholesome, since she’s the little sister he never exactly wanted. They were completely opposite to one another, he’s grumpy and she’s easygoing, he rather work alone in silence and she rather work with music blasting and etc. But as much as Rei may be annoyed and want to throw his little sister out of the house, deep down he cares about her, even though he didn’t show it to her very often and he’s very protective of her ever since he was a child.

Rei and their father, always trying to keep Liv out of harms way and safe at home. Even if they tend to fail at times.

Since Tony was always busy, Rei tends to be one to look out for Liv and keep her in check, being her personal bodyguard for everything she does. If it was up to him, Rei would wrap his baby sister in bubble wrap and not let her leave the house!!

When they were kids (and even now) Liv would follow Rei wherever he went and wanting to copy him, be like her big brother because he always around the corner with something snarky to say to her and a huge potty mouth (it resulted in her having a huge attitude as well). She will always be the one to encourage Rei’s designs for suits and talk to dad about something.

He talks and she will absolutely love to listen to him (even if 85% of the time she has no idea what he’s talking, cause he’s smarter than her at a lot of things.)

Sometimes you will find Liv in a moody way shutting everyone out of her room and just curled up in a ball, similar to brother and to be honest, it concerns Rei a bit when it happens. But he would probably try to snap her out of it, even not he will let her be in her moody moments. He knows how it is

At the end of the day, no matter how different they were with one another and the paths they choose, they cared in their own way. Even if when they’re public, they act like they don’t know one another.

—> As for her relationship with the Avengers and Young Avengers! Ooof let’s stick to first impressions, shall we?

She met all of them when she just a child, joining Rei and Tony on a simple basis day with the group. She first started watching her father talking with Bruce Banner, and she took a liking to him very much seeing how nice, gentle and reserved he can be. But there an edge to him, that she found to be cool.

As for when she met Rick, it was when him and Rei were chatting. Her first impression of him, to her the young man is that he looked like a old school Disney Channel Star with a nice smile and warmth, with a glint of mischief in his eyes.

So when she saw Bruce, Rick, Rei and Tony all work together in their own separate labs blasting music so loudly..the only thing Vi said, “Oh no, there’s 4 of them!”

When she met Natasha, she just cool and rather chill per say acting like the nonsense agent with a soft side. Romanoff’s daughter on the other hand, she was just curious about her and Vi liked that.

Same thing goes for Clint and his daughter, they were just cool people. She was always amazed with the skills they had, and a part of her always knew that Clint Barton was a family man. And she was right, when they appeared at the Barton’s Barn years later.

Meira and Luna were just so relaxed, gentle and sweet girls. She adored how they acted with their teammates and siblings, especially Meira since she was a little sister just like her. Sweet and snarky.

Ethan was just super chill and suspicious of everything, Rei didn’t like him and carried Vi alway from from very quickly. Cole was just so mischievous, snarky smile and tossing jokes every day, making Vi laugh or snort. But a part of her respected him greatly, cause she heard he was VERY powerful.

Liane, well she didn’t like her right away. She annoyed Olivia very quickly and she sent painful glared toward the girl who tried to make friends with her. After a while she softened toward Ms Felton, but it took a long time cause she saw Rei didn’t like her either.

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Daphnia Barnes-Wilson 🪫

Full name: Daphnia Ramona Wilson-Barnes 

Nicknames: Daphne, Nia, Daph, DD, Sparky, Daffy, Fifi, Birdie,

Other name while on the run: Davina, Robin

Age range: 7–20

Height: 5’7

Relationship status: Single

Parents: Bucky Barnes & Sam Wilson

Background: American with Mexican and Chilean Origin

Aunt: Sarah Wilson

Uncle: Steve Rogers

Sister: Laurie Wilson

Brother: Benjamin Barnes

Abilities: Marksmanship and Acrobatics, having took some gymnastics classes. She’s also a bit of a fast learner so she’s fluent in English, Spanish, Russian, Portuguese and some French.

Personality: Gentle, a little broken due to being let down a lot in life, warm-hearted, clumsy, a bit shy and humorous at times. But if she’s anything like her fathers, she’s stubborn enough, a little self-sacrificing, and willingly to help no matter what.

- Sam and Bucky have been together for a while now, since their chemistry was a challenging one it always hard to settle down and figure out what they want. However a house, family and future for their kids was always one of them.

- They already had Laurie and Benjamin, so they thought two kids was enough as it is. But things took a small turn when they stumble at a orphanage in Brazil for a mission and met this no named little girl who gave both of them the most honest smile.

- Sam has always been one to have a big heart, so wanting a big family was always part of that. So his heart spoke before his words ever could, wanting to adopt her. Bucky Barnes on the other hand was a little hesitant—well more like worried—about the whole thing, he always wanted a little piece of normalcy and he got it with Sam and their kids. But adding a 3rd? That was a lot of responsibility, but he caved as soon as he hung out with the girl.

- To be honest, they saw a bit of themselves in her. So she was adopted when she less than 10 years old and brought into a family of oddly comforting heroes. They named gave her a name and did everything they could to make her feel comfortable. Welcomed.

—> So Davina (or Daphne) as they called her grow up with her parents and siblings. As loved as she was, she always felt alone and feared that it will all be taken away from her. Especially with the fact that her parents were heroes themselves, there was always a chance that they can end up hurt or worse, if not careful.

- But Bucky always made sure to tell her and every single one of his children, “Don’t worry, I’ll always come back home to you guys, no matter how long it takes.” And Sam would tell them, “You’re our kids, we will always love you and be there to tuck you in bed whenever we can.”

- Sometimes they would be gone for 2-3 days, maybe a week or a whole month leaving the kids in care of family and friends. Laurie was the oldest of the siblings, so they could handle themselves very well and or sneak off to join the fight ending with them in trouble. Benjamin being the second oldest, so he rather stay behind during the fight and stay with his sisters and friends.

- Speaking of fights and travel, when if plenty say battle isn’t place for children. Sometimes Sam and Bucky had no choice but to bring there kids with them to places like Wakanda, Stark Tower, France and or let’s say Germany for instance. Even though it was a hassle to bring children along for the ride, it was an interesting learning experience and a way to test out their kids

- And to be honest, Daph and her siblings enjoy it a little too much. Cracking jokes, running around, exploring different places and meeting interesting people, and creating new ideas among one another. It was a field trip for them sometimes.

-> And if your wondering, yes Daphnia is team #HateJohnWalker! When she found out, she was ready to take her baseball bat and wack his head with it, demanding the Shield back with a glare. Bucky couldn’t be more prouder of her in that moment laughing, meanwhile Sam rolled his eyes unable to believe what he heard.

- Random fun fact, she played baseball before she was ever adopted and had really good aim, depending on where she was hitting. It was a trait her siblings carried on as well, especially Benjamin even if he was more reserved one, he had a great aim.

- She always loved any sport that involves movement and play, soccer being one of them (since she lived in Brazil for a while). She liked to think she was rather talented when it came to that, even if she was a problem when it came to being around other kids, having a small temper and glaring at other people. Mainly, it was her insecurity that she hid underneath her own glares. 

- Matter a fact all the kids were talented in their own way ever since they were younger. Daphne when she was very little, believed at the time that she didn’t have any good talents and wasn’t as smart enough as it is. Until Sam took her out to the shopping and noticed that she stopped in front of small gymnastics building with wide eyes, softly grinning at the sight. She pleaded for him to let her walk in and see the girls, he nodded letting her watch. As she did, Daph realized she wanted to join in on the fun and dance as well. Sam couldn’t stop himself and called Bucky for his opinion on it.

- She started her classes soon enough and enjoyed it for the most part, her body was rather sore after some classes. So she wasn’t too happy about that part. When Bucky told Nat about it, the Russian spy came in shocked and said, “If she wanted to learn some acrobatics, why didn’t you come to me or Lydia? Barton would’ve showed her!” 

- Bucky just rolled his eyes and replied, “Cause she wanted that to be her own thing. And it doesn’t hurt to have some normalcy around her, Romanoff. I think it’s a good thing..” And Bucky was right about that, since he loved seeing his husband and children happy, enjoying themselves and having a break from the hero world. Hell, he goes to every talent show, buys items needed and participates in whatever is needed. Even if he’s not too happy about it at first.

- Of course as much as acrobatics were her own thing and all she ever wanted to do, so she can have that skill set. That didn’t stop the idea of having good marksmanship in her left corner, she was already good with a baseball bat and Bucky was more than happy to show the basics of how to hold/use a gun to his kids. Sam wasn’t too pleased about that idea though saying, “They’re too young!”

- And to be honest, Daph was pretty good with a gun. Swinging it swiftly and tossing the gun in her hands, holding it up to her target (which was an old target board hanging outside nearby the trees). However that didn’t mean she didn’t play around with the gun at first, holding in her hands and pretending to be a spy. “Barnes, but you can call Agent Daphnia Wilson, at your service.” She said with a giggle, humoring herself.

- Daph was always a little silly, cocky and daring. Not thinking first and asking questions later kinda gal—oops! So it lead her to getting in trouble sometimes, breaking certain curfews if she out at the movies with a friend (like with one of the young avengers), being a little lazy about things and running away from her problems like a champ. But by the end of the day, she was good girl.

-> Speaking of Young Avengers and Older Avengers. You’re probably wondering who’s her favorites are and first impression were of the teams huh? Well, here are your answers.

Steve Rogers and Natasha Romanoff were a given to being liked by her, due to her parents being friends with them. I mean come on, they are basically Captain America, The Black Widow and the rest of Cap’s Quarter.

Moving down the list Thor was always a silly man to her, hearing stories how he speaks in old English and is very noble when it comes to the things that he does. According to the stories from Sam, he was a rather loud fella with a good heart.

Clint Barton, she took a liking too finding his simple ways of life and honest charm to be a nice thing to see. Plus Clint has a similar murder stare to Bucky, so it was funny to see their resting faces when they’re in the same room together.

The man, the myth, the legend himself (or that’s at least what people like to say) Tony Stark was always one of a kind. She was very nervous to meet all of The Avengers, one of them being Stark having seen how the persona he displayed on TV screens and the stories. But in reality, Tony was just a genius goof with snarky humor, so it lighten up her mood.

It was like Bruce Banner sensed her nervousness from a mile away since she appeared in The Tower. He noticed the child behind Sam Wilson holding her jacket, leaned down to her level to kindly introduce himself to the girl and watching parents reactions. Soon enough, with Bucky leaning against the wall with a nod of encouragement, Daph started talking to Bruce with such softness and gentleness.

As for the rest of them, she met them some time later. The Young Avengers. She met the Stark siblings, Rei wasn’t in the lightest mood having no like the idea of meeting Barnes or Wilson’s kids but Olivia gave her a warm welcome and waved at her before rushing off to meet her friends at the mall.

Natasha Romanoff’s daughter Rochelle was kind enough to show her and her siblings around, chatting with them knowing it felt to be the new kids. Daph liked her reddish hair and kind smile.

Liane was something else, having been on a rambling mess when she met Daph and trying to figure out what to do with her plans. Laurie laughed as her sister snicker at the blonde, meanwhile Benji just rolled his eyes confused wanting to get away from there.

Meira was and will always be a delight to meet, since Daphnia met her that same week in The Tower’s kitchen and taste testing her new batch of cookies. They were delicious.

Speaking of food, when Daphnia met Rick she got the same warmth and kindness she remembered from being Bruce. But this time it involved snacks and jokes around his week at The Tower, she was all ears listening to him as they entered the kitchen to find some chicken nuggets.

Cole and Luna, it was more magic and fun spells when she came to see them. The two were casting some spills, when she got caught in one of them being turned into a little mouse by accident. Cole laughed as Luna worried, but they turned her back to normal soon enough.

Ethan was the 3rd sibling she met, and she thanked all the Stars and Stripes that it was a simple meeting. He was watching a movie, being Monsters Inc. when she met him the guy joining The Young Avengers for a movie night.

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[spacecadet-ticklesinspace]

IronFam Prompt! Tony makes breakfast for his kids (can just be Peter and Morgan but Harley as well if u want) but its actually disgusting and extremely burnt.. the kids make fun and tease Tony for his terrible culinary skills. and bc their now hungry Tony offers them some raspberries. ofc they say yes and Tony tells them to go wait by the couch while he finds them.... I would love to see your take on this prompt if you wanted

The Breakfast Fate

Summary: See prompt above 😁

(Okay, this is so cute! ❤️ I hope you like it Anon and I'm sorry there's not a lot of tickling ❤️ There's another prompt that was sent in that ties into this one really well . . . Maybe a potential sequel? 🤔 Enjoy! :))

When Peter and Harley had agreed to a sleepover at the Stark residence, a smoke alarm wake up call wasn't how they pictured today to go. Yet here they were, bolting awake at 7 am to the sound of blaring alarm.

Harley rubbed his eyes as he tried to untangle himself from his blankets. "What's going on?"

Morgan poked her head out of her blankets. "Are there bad guys?"

Peter jumped up. "No that's the fire alarm!"

Harley was on his feet in an instant. "In the lab?"

"I don't think so!"

While the two hurried out of the room, Morgan struggled out of her blanket nest. "Wait for me!"

Harley's eys widened as he scrambled back to grab her. "Come on Morgan."

The three kids ran out of the room and into the living room. Here the alarm was the loudest.

Peter covered his ears. "That sounds like it's coming from up here!"

"Then it's not the lab?" Harley asked.

"I don't know!"

Morgan covered her own ears. "It's loud!"

"Yeah that's an alarm for ya!" Harley hefted her up. "What triggered it?"

"I don't know! Where's Tony?"

Suddenly, a loud bang made all three of them jump. From the kitchen came a string of curses followed by another bang.

The three kids raced into kitchen to find Tony dunking a pan into a sink full of water. A loud hiss followed by a big cloud of smoke and steam followed up. "Friday! Turn off all fire alarms!"

"But sir, smoke is still detected in the kitchen."

"I know, turn it off!"

Finally, silence settled throughout. With a sigh of relief, both Morgan and Peter dropped their hands.

Harley spoke first. "What the heck just happened?"

Tony whirled to see the three kids standing in the kitchen. "Welp, morning everyone."

"Tony, what were you doing?" Peter asked.

The older scientist pinched the bridge of his nose. "Well I was trying to make pancakes and it did not end well."

"Obviously," Harley muttered.

Morgan giggled. "Daddy mahade aha mehess."

"No, I just burned a couple pancakes."

Peter picked up a piece of bacon. "More than just pancakes."

"Pfft! Wohow, the great Tony Stark can make ahany chemical compound, on the molecular level too, but he's baffled byhy eheggs."

Tony flicked a piece of charred bacon at the older boy. "Ungrateful."

"We appreciate the thought Tony." Peter dropped the bacon back on to the plate. "But we are making fun of your cooking skills."

"You don't even know how to cook."

"That's not true!" The young teen crossed his arms. "I can so make Ramen!"

Harley set Morgan down. "And without turning it to dust."

The older scientist arched one eyebrow. "You're pushing it."

Meanwhile, Morgan tugged on her father's sleeve. "I'm hungry Daddy."

"Us to Morgan, but we currently have no food to eat." Harley held up a burned pancake. "Tony burned it all."

"I didn't burn it all!"

"Then what do you call this?"

The older scientist crossed his arms. "Well done."

Morgan tugged her dad's shirt sleeve again. "But Daddy, what are we going to eat?"

The older two chuckled as Tony huffed. They were just genuinely having a laugh while not hurting their mentor's feelings.

It seemed like Tony enjoyed the laugh too as a wide grin overtook his face. "Look, I'm sorry about the food. To make it up, why don't I get us some raspberries and we'll enjoy them on the couch?"

Morgan jumped up and down. "Yay! Raspberries!"

Something about Tony's smile made Peter's spider sense tingle. "I don't know about this."

An arm was slung around his shoulders. "Come on Pete, would I deceive you?"

The young teen stepped out of the hold. "Yes."

With a huff, Harley yanked his surrogate brother toward the living room. "It's fine Pete."

"B-but---!"

"Don't worry Peter." Tony grinned even wider as the three headed to living room. "Everything's going to be okay."

"Yeah, that's not reassuring."

Harley playfully pushed the young teen's head. "Don't be such a worry wart Pete."

Morgan eagerly hopped on to the couch. "Daddy's getting raspberries for breakfast!"

Peter crossed his arms. "Why would he have raspberries?"

"To put on the pancakes," Harley shot back.

"But why?"

"Cause some people like to put fruit on their pancakes."

"But don't people normally put strawberries on them?"

Harley pinched the bridge of his nose. "I don't know, maybe they were on sale. Do you have to question everything?"

Peter crossed his arms. "Only when I have suspicions."

While the older two glared at each other, Morgan gently pulled her surrogate brother toward the couch. "It's okay Petey, Daddy won't hurt us."

"I know he won't hurt us, but there's other things he can do---."

Whatever Peter was going to say became promptly cut off by a tackle. The young teen thudded to the ground with Tony on top of him.

"Ack!"

"You were right underoos."

"Tony?"

The older scientist pinned him to the floor. "You should have been suspicious."

"Tony, what are you doing?" Harley demanded.

"Giving Peter some raspberries."

The young teen's eyes bugged as Tony rolled up his shirt. "Wait! Wahait! Tony nohoOOO! YOHOU JERK!"

The other two went wide eye as they watched Tony blow multiple raspberries into Peter's tummy. Peter had been right. The scientist hadn't been talking about edible raspberries, he had meant the raspberries that turned Peter into a cackling squirming mess right before them.

Peter squealed. "RUHUN!"

Immediately, Harley and Morgan bolted from the room with Peter's squeals echoing in the background.

Once the teen was breathless, Tony let him go as he collapsed on to the floor. "You good?"

Peter kicked at Tony. "Yohou suhuck."

"Funny." The older scientist ruffled Peter's hair. "I never heard you tell me to stop."

The tips of Peter's ears flamed bright red. "Shuhush!"

"What? Ihi think it's adorable." The older scientist kissed Peter's forehead. "But remember this the next time you make fun of my cooking."

"Ihits not myhy fault yohou buhurn everythihing!"

"No, but you can keep your comments to yourself."

Tony helped his mentee up as the last of his giggles died down.

Peter let out a playful groan. "Why mehe?"

"You picked up on it first. Plus you can use those webs to get away easier."

"So you took me ohout whihile my guard was dohown?"

"Gave myself a tactical advantage Pete." The older scientist gave him one last hair ruffle. "Now if you'll excuse me, I've got two other kids I have to find."

"Have fuhun," Peter replied before pulling himself up onto the couch. "I'm gonna take a nap."

Tony chuckled and took off down the hall. "Sleep tight."

Needless to say, Peter slept through every squeal that followed.

[celestialmantdonna]

The previous few days had been exhausting, to say the least. Everything had changed so fast. One moment his Dad had discovered the key to time travel; they'd discussed the risks, the possibilities, and the next? Doctor Strange had opened a portal in his anatomy lab and told him to suit up. The scene they'd stumbled onto had been haunting. The compound had collapsed. The ground all around it smokey and charred. Grayson had just dropped off more wounded into a nearby clearing when Pepper called him over the comms. Her voice had imprinted on his mind, the fear behind it wedging a pit in his stomach.

As he flew back, it was immediately apparent; the aliens had dissipated into dust, just like half of the population had years before. It was reassuring, and yet terrifying all at once, because that likely meant one thing; someone had snapped. His suspicions, his fears, were proved correct seconds later, when he'd arrived on scene. He fought back tears as he approached, an indescribable, sobered, weight in the air.

Vital signs critical.

No.

"Hold on, Dad. I've-I've got you. I've got you. You're going to be okay." Grayson's voice shook. He did everything he could think of to help stabilize him, and between he and the team, and Strange's portals, they got him to the hospital. And now his Dad had been rushed away by the doctors and nurses. And Grayson was left in wait. He could hardly remember stepping out of the suit, or stumbling over to the nearest waiting room chair. Warm brown eyes took on a numb distance. (graytitaniumalloy)

@graytitaniumalloy

The aftermath of the battle was draining. Her fingertips were slightly numb, as well as her antennae, and she had spotted a few dark bruises on her upper arms. The last thing Mantis remembered was Thanos and what was left of his planet, Titan. She remembered the grief she experienced when she learned that Gamora was dead. And the next thing the empath knew was that she and most of the Guardians had been gone for five years.

Once the dust had settled, the Guardians reunited with Rocket and Nebula. Thor was happy to see them, too, possibly because the Guardians saved him when he was floating aimlessly in space. Many of their allies were in need of medical attention, so they walked through the portal as well, besides it allowed them to quietly show support for Tony Stark.

Mantis had learned that Stark had two children: five-year-old Morgan and young Grayson. Her heart broke for them, but Mantis tried not to get ahead of herself. There was still hope.

She struggled with a vending machine until she managed to get two cups of hot chocolate. Mantis then approached Grayson, who was sitting in silence. He seemed distant. Numb. It was understandable. "Hello," she said gently. "I am Mantis. You are Grayson, right? Here." She carefully offered him one of the cups. Her smile was warm, friendly. "May I sit next to you?"

[folkoreluvr]

Return of the dragon | chapter iii “Grace cried power”

grace stark cuddled up to Thomas Mann was splashed across page six with a rather unflattering image of them both in his limo, their eyes scrunched and red from flash photography. Her father had waved it in her face at breakfast and grace had angrily bitten into her croissant whilst pepper stared at the two of them blankly. They both knew it was a fake relationship purely for the sake of pr but clearly tony was hoping it was more. He had wiggled his eyebrows in the strangest way possible and taken a large and loud sip of his coffee whilst he waited for her answer.

"what do you want me to say dad?" she eventually snapped this is why I stay away from my family

"are you happy?" she gripped her knife tighter and took a deep breath to fight the urge to dig it into her fathers neck

"not at this present moment, no" her tone was bitter and sharp which somehow amused her little sister as morgan was giggling at the scene in front of her

"oh grace, he just wants to see you in a relationship you know that."pepper smiled almost apologetically at the girl and grace felt that sickly feeling in her stomach. He doesnt want me to be happy he just wants me to get married. She smiled back at pepper but it must have looked more like a grimace because the woman gave her another apologetic look.

"Im perfectly happy single dad. I have places to be anyway so ill get going now." she walked fast out of the room with the croissant between her teeth and the magazine squeezed in her fist. The more she thought the angrier she became and by the time she arrived at her room the magazine had orange flickers crawling about it. That was becoming a habit recently and Grace had elected to keeping her hair away after she had almost burnt it off. Her skin was resistant to fire however, it had been since the accident.

The fire summoning was new however and Grace could barely even comprehend it let alone control it. She had shunned her powers for years, with memory spells and secrets. She didnt understand what she was. Was she a witch like Wanda or a sorcerer like Loki or a mutant like Pietro. The origin of her powers were unknown and after hours of research she found nothing. It seemed no one in the past million years had possessed powers like hers. All that existed was a whispered legend of a forgotten race of people with the power of elements, of true nature. There was only one person who might know anything about her and her powers but she was much to proud to go asking. Grace knew damn well he would laugh in her face and refuse, or worse, make her beg. Loki thrived off of power and dominance. He had the urge to always be in control and always be on top. It was something Grace respected and even agreed with but she just could not find it in her to like him and the feeling was mutual. In the months she has been an avenger she had stabbed him twice, he had attempted to drown her in the pool and were notorious for fighting and arguing on all missions they were put on together.

She let the flames grow on the magazine until it was fully engulphed. Puffs of smoke floated around the room in whisps of silver and shaped around her. Grace allowed herself to be calm closing her eyes and steadying herself until there was nothing but the charred remains of the gossip magazine. She tossed them into the bin and wandered to the bathroom she shared with Loki. However when she opened it he was stood dripping with a towel wrapped around his waist. He was angry yet silent as he rubbed some sort of Asgardian oil onto his pale skin. She stood there and stared at him for a second to take him in. Loki was a very private person, unlike his brother who was half naked half the time, she had never seen him wearing less than a designer suit. His body was defined and muscular and although he wasnt as bulked up as his Thor he looked strong, intimidatingly so even. Upon further looking she saw scars littered across his soft skin. Some red and ragged others rippled and shiny. Some that looked like slashes and stabs but many that looked like burns. They had been hidden slightly in scar creams but they were still there. Pepper had told Grace about Loki, how he had been weakened then controlled by the sceptre but she hadnt thought about just how he had been weakened. Tortured. Thats what it looked like to her. Loki would be much to vain to do it so himself and his brother is lacking any sort of similar scars himself. He seemed to have grown impatient at her staring as he rudely interrupted her chugging train of thought

"what do you want stark?" he looked strangely uncomfortable which was weird for Loki who always looked stoic and mildly murderous

"I just need to wash my hands. And stop calling me that" she walked to the second sink next to him and turned on the cold tap, letting it drive away the coal dust on her skin.

"it is what you are is it not?" he said without looking at her "a stark" her name left his lips like a curse and Grace didnt have to look his way to know his lips were sneered and his eyes full of hatred.

"ill have to start calling you prick then. Because thats what you are is it not?" she still did not look up but heard a loud clattering of jars and an almost slam of his cabinet. She heard him turn around and then looked up as he stormed away, black coils tapping on his defined back as he left.

Grace was lounging comfortably on the soft sofa in the library, her legs tucked up underneath her and a copy of Emma by Jane Austen open in her hands. A few hours of undisturbed piece had done her good. It was as if Loki was gone entirely from her head, her powers too. She was not worried about control or hurting someone, only Emmas unkind words to poor miss bates. That was until Wanda came bursting through the door in search for her

"there is someone here. Someone different I can sense it" she put her tattered book down and turned around to face the red head.

"why does it matter wan, unless were being invaded by aliens?"

"then kind of, shes Asgardian and likes Loki so we should probably take that into consideration" she chuckled at that and stood up. Together they both walked to the common room where several people were huddled around this girl. She was tall and had short blonde hair. Her skin was pale like Lokis and her eyes were dark  blue. She looked oddly familiar but Grace chalked it up to being blonde considering how many blondes she knew. The girl stood up when she noticed Grace and walked over to her, she extended her hand and grace shook it with a polite smile

"my name is Sylvie" she had the same accent as the Odinson brothers and the same diplomatic look that she knew all too well

"its nice to meet you. My names Grace, Grace Stark"

"are you his daughter?" Sylvie asked, gesturing to Tony who was sat comfortably on his thousand dollar arm chair.

"unfortunately" Grace said bluntly. Sylvie laughed, assuming it was a joke and Grace smiled awkwardly to play it off.

"you two look so alike"

"so I hear" she said with a chuckle Sylvie walked over to the sofa and Grace followed after her

"but I have to say you are the prettier one" grace almost blushed at that, she had always struggled with compliments and had no idea what to say other than an awkward thank you. Tony saved her however with his objections

"ill have to disagree there. Have you seen how gorgeous my eyes are"

"we have the same eyes dad"

Loki huffed loudly , visibly irritated by Sylvies complement.

"be careful complimenting the Starks. It makes them even more insufferable" grace rolled her eyes and glared at him mouthing cunt to him when he caught her eye.

"tell me Sylvie, was he this much of a dickhead on Asgard too?"

"yes, though you mustnt take it personally, Loki hates everyone"

He hadnt meant to pry, truly. But she had left the door wide open and Loki was curious by nature. He found her room a strange place, piled high with books and pictures. It was rather messy he observed and there was an open moving box filled to the brim with seemingly unused notebooks in a range of different colours and sizes. Grace was nowhere to be found so he urged on walking through her living room and towards her bedroom. He knew it was wrong to be doing this but he just couldnt help it. He knew nothing about her, she was a mystery to him. She appeared to hate her father and the avengers yet stayed willingly. She had powers he never even seen and he was entirely convinced shed subconsciously lit a candle with her mind, as ridiculous as it sounds. He pushed open the door to her room and saw her, her back was almost fully turned away from him and she was staring intensely at a ball of fire. She was holding fire in her hands that she must have summoned. Loki nearly stumbled back in shock and all but ran away from her rooms.

The dragon had returned, and it was Grace Stark

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Li Izumi/@li-izumi - “No Peeking” (Peter Parker/Wade Wilson two-person love "triangle" fic with identity porn) for @fanficmakesmehappy

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Morgan Stark is just sunshine reincarnated, isn't she?

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You hit that nail right on the head sweet Nonnie, I don’t know about you but I have to admit I’ve grown to love Miss Stark 3000.

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Grey Skies

Author: xxwritemeastoryxx

Pairings: Tony Stark x Pepper Potts, Tony Stark & Daughter!Reader

Word count: 495

Warnings: Character death, ANGST. The gif selected is deceiving. Don’t trust it. We’re going to Endgame for this one. 

Author’s note: IM NOT SORRY. Enjoy the angst in under 500 words.

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You are my sunshine

My only sunshine 

They say when a person is on the brink of death their life flashes before their eyes. Memories of the good and bad. Some filled with the core memories they held onto for years. Some of the moments that scared them the most. But all the moments that flash before their eyes was everything that led them to that exact moment. 

Y/N expected to see her life play before her eyes as her body struggled to handle the pain and shock of the stones. Instead, she watched as her dad and step mom quickly appeared in front of her the moment her body came to a stop on the ground. The look on their faces only added to the confirmation of what her body felt. It worked.

“Dad?" Her words barely above a whisper. 

“I’m right here.” Tony said as he tried to hold back the mixed emotions that were swirling within him. As he brought his hand up, the nanotech in his suit began to retreat allowing his hand to reach her cheek. "I'm not leaving you."

He tried to not focus on the way her skin had been charred. Instead, he tried to focus on the way her eyes were moving along his face. The same eyes that matched her mother's. 

It wasn't supposed to be Y/N that was on the ground struggling to stay alive. Tony had the gauntlet on his hand. He had been the one to snap his fingers. But because of the gift Y/N had inherited from her mother, she had been the one to take it. A sacrifice she was willing to pay a million times if she could. 

You make me happy

When skies are grey.

"Told you." The whispers reached his ears as she tried to take in a deep breath. "We would be okay." A small smile pulled at Tony's and Pepper's lips. Leave it to Y/N to toss in a 'I told you so'.

His mind flashed to the several moments in their life where she had told him 'I told you so' on many things. His bond between him and his daughters was something he'd never trade for anything.

"That you did." He said with a small chuckle before his eyes began to fill with tears. 

"T-tell Morgan I kept my-" Her words failed her, causing her to stop.

"We'll tell her." He and Pepper promised at the same time. Pepper's hand found Y/N's and gave a gentle squeeze. 

You'll never know, dear,

How much I love you.

"You did good, Y/N/N." Tony's voice cracked as he said her name. "I am proud of you. All of us are. We'll be okay." 

The slightest tug formed at the corner of her lips at his words. As her eyes closed, for the first time in years she heard her mother's voice singing the very song to help calm her to sleep. 

As her last breath left her lungs, Tony Pulled her to him, allowing his emotions to be free as he held her tightly. 

Please don't take my sunshine away

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Promise Not to Fade Away

CHAR: Peter Parker & Tony Stark [mostly mentorship vibes here but can read as pre-starker if you wish]

SUM: Tony is reminded of Stane's creepy tactility [insp.] and withdraws from being tactile with Peter because of the parallels. Peter gets touch-starved and breaks down about it. Then they talk and fix it.

Rating: G maybe like PG for some description of the trauma

TAGS: Irondad, hurt/comfort, touch-starved, flashbacks/triggers/trauma [relating to Obadiah Stane], post-endgame [tony lives], crying, if you are touch starved this may hurt you! like it hurt me to write!!

WORDS: 1986

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It's a scent that sets him off. Some foreign combination of particles that mingle on an unsuspecting breath and combine into something paralyzingly familiar.

Literally paralyzing.

Because the last time he'd smelled anything like that he hadn't been able to move, despite desperately needing to.

The ghost of Stane loomed over him, drawing near enough to ooze that aftershave smell as he pressed into Tony's space, burned through and ripped the reactor from his chest and told him he would kill Pepper. Peter. Morgan. Tony Stark had more to lose these days. More he had to protect. But he couldn't because Tony lay there, immobilized, powerless, while shrapnel encroached on the chambers of his erratically hammering heart. 

"Mr. Stark, are you okay?"

Tony pulled in a wheezing gasp, hand clutching the middle of his chest, clawing at cloth covered scar tissue. Clarity returned to Tony's eyes as they ceased their frenzy, finding calm in the gaze of the boy at his side. He huffed out a breath.

"Always."

"You sure?" Peter's steadying hand was firm on Tony's shoulder. Tony found it a little uncomfortable in the context of his flashback. He eased away from it.

"Yeah, I'm good, kid. Just caught a whiff of something from a long time ago." Tony explained. It wasn't the first time either of them had dealt with a trigger in the lab, they both knew the drill.

Friday quietly ups the ventilation in the lab and the scientists get back to their respective chemicals and soldering.

⎊

The next time Peter comes by for lab time he starts to pick up on a change in Tony’s demeanor.  

The first instance is when Tony greets him and doesn’t immediately follow up with a guiding hand on Peter’s back. Peter notices, because his heightened senses make him more aware of these things, but he thinks nothing of it.

The next instance is when Peter makes a breakthrough in the sim they’d been running and re-running for hours, finally spotting the adjustment they needed but hadn’t been able to see. Tony punches him lightly on the shoulder with a proud smirk and a “nice work, kid,” and Peter expects fingers squeezing his arm or a hand ruffling his hair. Instead Tony side steps back toward the holos and moves along to the next part of the project. Peter thinks little of it.

⎊

The rest of the week, Peter notices more and more that Tony is keeping his distance. He’s careful about it though. He still touches Peter as often as he had before, but it’s different. Now the touches are fleeting instead of lingering, light instead of firm, at arm’s length instead of familiar and close. Peter worries about it, but doesn’t bring it up.

⎊

By the end of the following week, Peter was kind of freaking out. Why would Tony stop touching him? Why did Peter miss it so much? His overactive mind ran through too many possible explanations, each one more outlandish and upsetting than the last. Has Peter upset Tony? Has Peter done something wrong? Was Tony keeping something from him? Was Tony dying, distancing himself? Peter spiraled through anxious scenarios until the very worst one occurred to him.

Was Tony sick of him?

⎊

“Everything alright, kid?”

Tony hadn’t touched Peter at all in the three hours they’d been working. Not even one of the brief pats Tony must have been forcing himself to make the past week. Peter felt the lack keenly. But if he let on how stupid and needy he was being he’d surely just annoy Mr. Stark even more.

“Yeah, of course, Mr. Stark.” Peter kept his voice light, casual.

Tony tilted his head, studying him. Peter wasn’t making eye contact.

“You sure?”

“Yeah, I’m sure.” Peter succeeded in keeping his tone perfectly innocent, but he chewed at the inside of his lip and he readjusted the grip on his holo stylus to keep his motion from faltering.

Tony appraised him a moment longer before turning his attention back to his own project.

⎊

With Tony’s gaze elsewhere, Peter pushed the prototype design he’d been working on aside and pulled up an older file, one that just needed some more tedious adjustments and cleanup, something that would keep his hands soothed and busy while his mind had a little room to wander.

Why was this bothering him so much? Wasn’t it enough that he got to work alongside Tony? Was allowed in his personal workshop, no less? Wasn’t it enough that Tony praised him for his work?

Peter wasn’t a kid anymore, and he didn’t need to have his hand held. So why did he fucking miss it? He missed the hand pressed to his back as they walked. He missed the grip on both his shoulders as Tony stepped around him. He missed the casual hair ruffles and he missed the jabbing of fingers amid banter. Hell at this point he missed that awkward disaster of a pseudo hug when he’d been dropped back home from Germany.

His mind flickered to that awful day he’d staggered into Mr. Stark’s arms and held onto him for dear, evaporating life. And a desperate part of him even missed that.

“Peter.”

Peter started and gasped, turning. Mr. Stark was close, closer than he’d been all day.

“What’s wrong?”

Peter was suddenly aware of the moisture gathered in his eyes, threatening to spill, which Mr. Stark must’ve noticed.

“I just-” His voice was faint, barely a whisper, on the edge of breaking and he couldn’t find any more words as his lip wobbled. He fought to keep his face from crumpling as he took a single step toward Tony, Peter’s arms wrapping around himself as the boy seemed to compress and shrink before him.

Tony’s response was immediate, his arms opening without hesitation to catch Peter within them. 

“Hey, hey,” Tony murmured, soothing as his hands slid around Peter’s back, fingers spread wide and pressing firm, drawing him in tight. Tony’s chin settled against the top of Peter’s head as the boy curled small to let himself be fully enveloped.

Peter’s lingering heartache mingled with overwhelming relief to be held, immediately resulting in a broken sob being let out against Tony’s neck as Peter burrowed his face there to cry.

Minutes passed while Peter ugly-cried. Tony’s fingers rubbed Peter's back, caressed through his hair. Tony shifted their weight side to side, rocking them slightly and Peter’s breaths gradually steadied to the rhythm. Tony gave him all the time he needed.

Finally, Peter shifted, deflating slightly. He pulled back just a little, fresh air rushing into the overheated space, cooling the wetness on his face and the mess he’d made of Tony’s collar. Peter winced, mildly mortified at the snot drips there. He sniffled self-consciously.

Tony reached to the side, finding one of the cloths floating around the workshop and inspecting it for grease or soot before he applied a clean section to Peter’s face, methodically cleaning him up. Once he looked dry, Tony wordlessly handed Peter the cloth for any spots he missed. Peter wiped at his nose once then sheepishly took a clean section of the cloth to Tony’s shirt as best he could.

Peter put the cloth aside, an air of expectation settling between them. The phrase that would explain himself, that would cut right to the heart of it and give Tony the tools he needed to get to what he did best (fix), that phrase, that question stuck in Peter’s throat. It looped in his mind over and over as he worked to push it out.

Are you sick of me? Are you sick of me? Are you sick of me? Are you sick of me?

A wall blocked the phrase from reaching his mouth, unyielding. As Peter even attempted to shape the words, tears pricked back into his eyes and he simply couldn’t.

“I… think I know what this is about.” Tony spoke first, giving Peter a welcome reprieve. “I didn’t even realize I was doing it at first, Pete. I’m sorry.” Tony's hands rubbed Peter’s upper arms, a balm. For the first time all day, Peter was able to look Tony in the eye.

Tony offered him a tight but genuine smile, then glanced away. He tilted his head to the couch in suggestion and led Peter over, hand to his back just like he always used to before these past few weeks. Peter savored the touch. 

They settled. Tony’s side leaned against the back of the couch, his arm resting over its back, front facing toward Peter with one knee bent on the seat between them, his other foot on the floor. Peter sat cross-legged across from him, hands loosely pressing to his own calves, his knee touching Tony’s.

Tony sighed, braced himself.

“I told you the gist of what happened with Stane, right?”

Peter nodded, cleared his throat and found his voice, “Yeah, you said he was behind Afghanistan. Stole your arc reactor and built a suit. Blew up the facility near LA.”

“Well, Pep and I blew it up to stop him, but yeah pretty much,” Tony’s eyes roamed the workshop for a moment, seeking his words.

“When my parents died, Obie,” the nickname tasted sour, “stepped in for the company, until I was old enough. He mentored me. And he did a lot for me that my old man never did. It was… a bit like this,” Tony gestured between himself and Peter. Peter’s eyes were wide and attentive.

“He was tactile, all the time. Any time we were in a room together he’d be grabbing my shoulder, putting his arm around me, holding, patting, you name it. I used to find it comforting; my dad had never been anything like that. And then he ordered a hit on me, and saw me off to what he planned to be my death. When I made it back he played relieved- wrote me a fucking note: ‘thank god it wasn’t your time,’” Tony scoffed, ”then he tried to shut me out of the company. And he-” Tony swallowed a lump of acid in his throat, soldiered on, “he paralyzed me. Sonic prototype that was deemed unethical, causes temporary paralysis, he’d kept one and he got me alone and he used it on me. Did his little monologue while I lay there, helpless. He ripped,” Tony cleared his throat, “the reactor from my chest while I still needed it to live. And he told me he was going to kill Pepper and then he left me to die.”

A quiet moment passed, thoughtful. Peter had never experienced betrayal. He hoped he never would.

“That’s horrible.”

Tony nodded.

“So, the other week in the lab. Smell took me right back to being paralyzed. I haven’t thought about Stane in years; thought that was all… dealt with. But that came up and then… I couldn’t stop thinking about, being reminded of, well,” the arm Tony had on the back of the couch slid down and gripped Peter’s shoulder, giving a firm shake to make his point, “what this sort of thing ended up turning into back when I was in your shoes.”

Peter nodded slowly, processing this information. Then he looked up at his mentor.

“You’re nothing like him, Mr. Stark.”

Tony looked at him, unguarded.

“You’d never do anything like that. You’re pretty much doing the opposite of trying to get me killed, you’re always looking out for me, Mr. Stark. And I appreciate it.”

Tony gave him a soft, slightly watery smile.

“And this,” Peter reached a hand up to place on top of Tony’s on his shoulder, “I like this.” Peter admitted quietly, “M-maybe I need this.” he muttered, blushing, “Pleaseandthankyou.”

Tony’s smile widened, warmed. His other arm reached around Peter, settling at the nape of his neck and pulling his kid close to press a kiss to his forehead.

“Okay, kiddo.”

[kiki-shortsnout]

You know, people say that IronStrange is a sad ship because they're clearly "right person, wrong time". But I think our ship is sailing on tears because Tony and Stephen are "right person, not enough time".

Can you use this as a prompt? If you're not busy? Or if you feel like it? Thank you 🥺

Of course I can use it as a prompt! What I came up with is a little but sad though!

Warnings: Mention of a terminal illness. (Nothing specific)

***

Smoothing out the collar of his shirt, Stephen checked his reflection in the mirror, picking up the bouquet of flowers he’d placed down on his desk. Taking a deep breath and checking his reflection once again, he practiced his smile before he left his bedroom.

He’d done this walk thousands of times without thinking about it too much. The Sanctum corridors were part of the background of his life, the setting blending into all the other memories he had of it. Today was different though, today he took his time to look at everything as he walked.

One of the cabinets was missing a ceramic incense burner that Stephen had always secretly hated. It was meant to ward off evil spirits and the like, but it had always given Stephen the eerie feeling of being watched. Tony had bumped into the cabinet by accident, leaving an indent in the wall that Stephen now brushed his fingers over. The accident had destroyed the gruesome thing, and Tony had replaced it with a sculpture of his own, a miniature Iron Man figurine.

‘That will stop the evil spirits dead in their tracks.’

His clutch on his flowers faltered as he looked down at the figurine, a few petals fluttering down to the floor.

Stephen could feel his resolve wavering, and he bowed his head, gritting his teeth against the burning in his eyes. The onslaught of his emotions raged in the confines of his mind, scratching and biting at his barely held together resolve. Why was this happening?

No, this wasn’t about him, this was about Tony, and he wasn’t going to let his arrogance invade now, not today. Clearing his throat, he refused to allow himself to feel anything else but this cheerful façade he’d constructed for the day.

Tony was sat in his armchair among the artifacts, talking to the Cloak about something inane. The Cloak’s collar twitched up, indicating it had realized Stephen was nearby, but it didn’t move from beside Tony, still giving him its full attention.

He was having a good day, which was why he’d suggested to Stephen they do this. A simple date, just the two of them. Stephen allowed himself to watch Tony for a moment, just listening to the sound of his voice and not the meaning of his words.

There were things he took for granted in his life, things that were constant, never faltering, his reality built upon them. Perched in his chair and talking to the Cloak, that was a fundamental part of Stephen’s life, not just a person he spent time with. He was as integral to Stephen as the air he breathed, the halls he walked down, the tea he drank.

There wasn’t a Stephen Strange without Tony Stark.

He couldn’t fathom a reality where Tony wasn’t in it.

Who else could he call douchebag and mean it as a form of endearment? Who would understand behind the snark and the sarcasm was genuine concern when Stephen spoke? No one else spoke the language they used with each other, their lexicon developed from their love and time spent together.

Shoving the feelings down, he ignored them, imagining stamping them into submission. He wasn’t going to do this now, not now, later, he would break later, now he would be there for Tony, give him the day he wanted.

‘Afternoon sweetheart, sorry I couldn’t get here sooner, but Wong would just not shut up about some trivial illness he thinks he has now,’ Stephen said as he strode over to Tony, offering him the flowers.

‘I thought it was common knowledge that if you have a friend who used to be a doctor, you’re supposed to ask them to look at everything,’ Tony answered, leaning up to accept Stephen’s kiss.

‘I brought you some lilies-’

‘Hot rod red, just the way I like them!’ Tony burst out, reaching with grabby hands. Making sure his touch was delicate, Stephen helped guide his hands to the bouquet, ignoring how skeletal they were, the paper thinness of skin and how he could see the spiderweb of indigo veins beneath.

One of the strongest men in the universe, Earth’s defender was now reduced to this.

‘Peter told me they symbolize passion and romantic love, but I looked it up and they can also symbolize hard work.’

‘You trying to imply I’m not working hard enough or something, asshole?’ Tony mock growled, inhaling the scent of the flowers.

This was one of life’s crueler twists of fate, a final screw you to Stephen.

You still think there will be no consequences, Strange? No price to pay? We broke our rules. Just like her. The bill comes due. Always! The words ricocheted around his brain, plastering themselves over and over inside his skull, branding themselves on the back of Stephen’s eyelids, motes of red against the darkness.

He’d thought by saving Tony when he defeated Thanos he’d been doing the right thing. He’d forced his magic to comply, warping the very fabric of space and time to save Tony, to heal his charred body, his damaged brain. At the time he told himself that he was doing it not because he himself had fallen for the man in the millions of lifetimes he’d glimpsed of Tony, but because of Pepper and Morgan, the family he deserved to have.

Stephen had tried to stay away from Tony after that, hadn’t wanted to destroy a happy family, but Tony had been drawn to him, just as he had been to Tony. His relationship with Pepper had come to an end, an amicable end, there was too much love and memories between them for it not to be. Even then, Stephen had waited months, held Tony at arm’s length to make sure he was ready for this relationship.

Months they could’ve had together.

As a doctor, he knew what Tony’s diagnosis meant, knew that no matter what miracles the hospital performed that this was always going to be terminal. He wanted to fix this, dear God how he wanted to fix it. He didn’t want Morgan growing up without a father, didn’t…couldn’t imagine life without Tony, how he was meant to go on without him.

This had been the price of his arrogance. He had saved Tony’s life by breaking the natural law, and this was how it had demanded payment.

He brought Tony’s hand to his mouth, brushing a kiss against the delicate skin.

Love stories were not always about the everlasting love, the stretching of years before you. Sometimes it was as short as finding the right person and not having enough time.

‘I know, Stephen, I feel it too,’ Tony said, leaning his forehead against Stephen’s. ‘You promised me one day. One day without treatments, hospital appointments, being prodded.’

‘I did, and I meant it, sweetheart. What did you have in mind? We’ll do anything you want to do. I could portal us to the beach? Or another country?’ Stephen asked, offering his arm to help Tony up, and passing the flowers over to the Cloak.

‘Let’s go for a walk in Central Park, take an aimless meander,’ Tony told him.

‘An aimless meander? Since when don’t you have a plan in mind? A thousand different things that you want to do?’ Stephen teased as they walked down the Sanctum stairs, the Cloak waiting at the bottom for them both, attaching itself to Tony’s shoulders to help carry some of his weight.

‘Maybe I just want to spend time with you without any of life’s complications getting in the way,’ Tony countered.

Opening the front door for him, Stephen bowed at his waist, extending his hand in an exaggerated gesture. ‘Your wish is my command, douchebag.’ He hesitated for a moment, looking at the sky, the brilliance of the blue, the cotton candy spun clouds.

A perfect day for meandering.

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greeting death as an old friend | T.S

Warnings: Tony Stark’s death and what’s going through his mind, big sad

Word count: 600

My fic for the #JuneMCUPromptChallenge. Please like/reblog if you enjoy!

Tony knew Death and Death knew Tony.

He knew for years that he was going to die some, painful, probably gruesome death. He knew it was only a matter of time. He knew as soon as he became a part of the Avengers Initiative, his life would never be how it was before. Not that Tony ever expected or wanted a so-called ‘normal’ life, but he’ll be damned if those last five years spent in the cabin with Pepper, raising Morgan, were not the best five years of his life. So when Strange told him this was the only way, he was prepared.

Because Tony Stark knew this moment would come, some day. The moment he’d spent sleepless nights thinking of. Multiple mandated therapy sessions obsessing over. He thinks back to the video he recorded for Morgan. God, that was just yesterday. She already seems so far away. Tony hopes this sacrifice is going to be worth it. Worth it for her to grow up in a world where she can be safe. The kid’s a genius, she’s going to pick up his systems in no time and eventually make them her own. The thought puts a crack in his heart.

“I,” oh, god what is she going to do without me, “Am,” she’ll be okay, her and Pepper will have each other and they’ll be okay, “Iron Man.” Snap.

The pain feels like it tears him apart from the inside out but there’s no sound coming from him. He will not show them this. He made this sacrifice and it is his to deal with. He stumbles, trying to find somewhere comfortable. He watches as Thanos is swept away, dust in a warm summer wind and he’s so happy this worked, this crazy, one-in-fourteen-billion plan worked. He finds some broken debris, maybe some piece of the compound that’s left over, and turns his back to slide down it, sitting in the dirt below. His suit is broken around him, his skin charred up his arm from the gauntlet. He feels it on his face and neck as he coughs and Rhodey’s there, in front of him, smiling sadly. He hears Peter approach, rushed words of “Mr. Stark, it’s me, it’s Peter.” I know who you are, kid, he wants to chuckle but he can’t find the energy to respond to him.

“We won, Mr. Stark. You did it, sir.” The kid’s rambling now and something inside Tony yells for him to lift his arm and pat the poor kid on the shoulder, he’s been through hell and Tony will always blame himself for it. Metal arms practically lift Peter away and Pepper is there, now too, and Tony wants to smile at her, wants to grin in their success and take her in his arms and hold her. He can’t even find the energy to smile at her, to tell her everything’s okay now.

“Hey Pep,” Is all he can manage as she places her hand over the glowing arc reactor in the suit, the man-made heart, the proof the world needed that he even had one.

“Tony,” his head lulls uncontrollably to the side a bit as Pepper says, “We’re gonna be okay.” She says with tears in her eyes but a smile on her face. She knew his fears, knew this was bound to happen one day. “You can rest, now.” She knew his brilliant mind never stopped, the cogs always turning. Until now.

Her voice is the last thing Tony Stark hears as everything fades and he thinks to himself, “I’ve waited so long for this.”

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Prelude - Awaiting

The Masters witness the rising of a seemingly unbreakable wall. Surely, with this -- they find themselves prepared for what lay just beyond.

A Saber watches from beyond -- knowing a rebellion is close.

The crown does not so easily fall.

...The cave's lights slowly faded. Within the fires that spread across the ground, the Wicker Man fell -- and the blue Caster smiled. "...Nice work. That's your Noble Phantasm." "...My..?" The Shielder's eyes widened, lowering her shield as the Caster waved in the rest of our group. Kagekiyo proved to be the first there, followed shortly after by Olga Marie -- then, our other Caster, who ran in as best he could. "What was its name?! Mash, did you remember?" Olga naturally wasted not a moment before peppering Mash with questions, the latter taking a step back to get a bit of breathing room so she could even think of a response. "I-I don't know! I don't really have any idea what my Noble Phantasm's name is, but..." "--Then why not give it a name?" The blue Caster cut in, tapping Olga lightly on the head with his staff. Plonk. "If it means the same to you, it'll probably work," he continued, "though probably not as well as it could be." "A name..." The young girl glanced to one side, furrowing her brow in thought. Olga opened her mouth, but was interrupted just as quickly with another plonk. "...Why not... Lord Chaldeas? If I'm going to be protecting Chaldea, then..." "Lord Chaldeas it is." The blue Caster pulled his staff back with a smile, the bottom making impact with the ground beneath. "With what I just saw, we might just stand a chance. If we keep down this tunnel, we should be free to get to Saber. She's been standing there for some time, now -- my bet's that she's still there." Ritsuka gritted their teeth, but only nodded to the Caster. "Mash -- let's go. Stay on guard, too. We don't know what's going to happen." "Right, Senpai." Taking the initiative, Mash moved just in front of Ritsuka -- the latter taking my arm and pulling me beside them, with Kagekiyo following suit. "Cadence, stay behind Mash." "I was already planning on it, rest assured." My answer seemed to be enough to placate the Master, their shoulders relaxing. "...So, we just keep going through this tunnel?" "Yeah. We're too far away for Saber to notice us, so we got lucky with this safe ground. Just keep a gentle step, and we'll be fine." ...After that, a period of silence overwhelmed us, as we followed the blue Caster's lead. One foot in front of the other -- on a path down to this 'Saber.' A being so strong that everyone around her would fear her -- a being that made even someone like Ritsuka doubt themselves in an instant. I'd have wondered, 'what kind of person is this Saber?' -- --but the beam fired down the cave, tearing the Caster to shreds before our eyes, answered the question in a moment. -- 'They're approaching.' A new ally. Allies, to the Caster. 'I thought they'd have died in the mess of Shadow Servants.' Allies do that to you. They keep you alive. The blade in my hands ground itself into the dust-covered dirt beneath me. I spin it carefully with my hand -- to relieve the stress. 'They're smarter than I took them for. No wonder they're a Caster.' And no doubt they'd be looking for me. For the one who helps hold this world together. But when would they arrive -- would they ever arrive?' [Yes.] The voice. The voice resounding in my head. It reads to me of stories I had never yet heard of. It reads to me a kingdom I have never yet heard of. A perfect world, that comes only with the incineration of humanity. Of black stars that hang in the heavens, where the shadows of men's thoughts lengthen in the afternoon. [Eleven o'clock. You will strike true, the most important of them all.] Their voice, like a horrible ringing in my head, yet every word was clear and succinct. 'I understand.' A better kingdom awaited, if I fired this blow. My blade, risen to the stars, and my voice, spilling from my throat. 'Iron hammer of the hollow king. Turnover/Reverse/Overturn/Change the aurora.' A black light, the opposite, sucked it all in. My eyes settled upon the tunnel. 'Swallow the light -- Promised blade of victory, Excalibur Morgan!' -- Could anything have remained from a strike like that?

A shimmering blue wall was arisen, blocking off the remnants of the dark, all-consuming beam that had just previous threatened to devour us all. But the blue Caster -- ... ...Within the fires, the orange-red lights around us, even the remaining bloodstain couldn't be seen at all. All that remained, the wooden staff the man used, was broken -- ashed, charred, turned a sharp black and shattered into four separate pieces. As the blue light faded, I took care to collect these pieces -- ...Rather, my body. Even trying to pull myself back, respecting what remained, my body moved on its own, and picked up the leftover top of the staff. As it were, I were choking. The smoke, the smell of charred corpse and boiling blood as golden light enveloped and dispersed what remained, had me only moments away from falling to my knees and suffocating. There was no romantics to it -- hardly even a last word. The Caster was simply gone -- evaporated. Erased from this tunnel as though he were never there to begin with. I found myself only stopped by a hand upon my shoulder -- turning around, I found the eyes of another Master staring back at me. Panicked footsteps could be heard about me, but not something I could understand, or listen to. Mildly widened eyes, their body shaking -- but the soft smile remaining. "...It'll be okay, Cadence. He's a Servant -- he's not dead." ... ...They pushed me forwards past it. Past the Caster -- what remained. "...Just don't think about it. Keep moving. If we stop for too long, we're going to be dead, too."

'Keep moving.' I found my mind repeating those words -- latching onto them. The blood on the ground-- 'Keep moving.' --The piece of his staff, rattling in my pocket-- 'Keep moving.' ...That was all I could do. Claws wrapped around my throat, and every second I spent not walking was a second they could wrap fully around my throat -- and cause my legs to crumple, and my eyes to shut. 'Keep moving.' Surely, my cheeks were growing damp again. My eyes felt as though they were burning in the heat -- my teeth gritting. "Keep moving." Encouragement, whispered in my ear -- and, suddenly, another hand on my shoulder. ... Even not looking over to see who was there, the grip on my shoulder was firm -- stronger than Ritsuka's previous. Kagekiyo, surely, was there -- even if they would hardly care of my struggle, being a Genji-killer, they still remained. ...One step, in front of the other. One step, in front of the other, until the environment cleared. Before us -- a blonde woman, in a stark black dress. Red streaks laced the blade she held in one hand, and the mask covering her face, her eyes. She spoke not a word, only stepping forward. Raising her blade, yelling something loud yet inconceivable -- but suddenly, slamming her blade down, and being blocked by -- "Genji. Your orders, Master." The woman's blade struggled, caught between the blades of the Avenger -- forcibly pushing upwards, to catch the knight off balance, only to have their next strike blocked by the woman. The chaos, the flurry, was sudden and immediate -- and yet again, I found myself knowing that any order to retreat would be promptly and succinctly ignored. And yet, could we retreat? We had nowhere to return to, not until this woman -- and whatever lay after -- were defeated. We had nowhere to hide, for that beam she fired would reduce us to ashes, like the Caster before us. Behind us was nothing but death. In front of us lay death, with a light of hope behind it. ...The Caster wanted her gone. "...Master." The words of the Avenger broke my train of thought. "Do you want to get revenge on the Genji, Master?" '...And what other choice would I have?' 'What other choice would I have but to fight?' There was something, running through my veins. Placing it was impossible -- it was more, further, than fear. The beast clasped its claws around my neck, pulled down as hard as it could, but there was no longer anywhere to fall. It was either I lay down and die -- or make the Caster's work worth it, short though it was, and fight. ...My ring, settled on my finger, shimmered at once -- draining something of me. The blade the Saber blocked so eloquently, now made them begin to shake -- made their defences begin to fail. "...If this is the Genji, then they won't live through this. Avenger -- fight! Ritsuka, provide backup by any means necessary!" My eyes moved to the Master beside me, who widened their eyes as they looked into mine -- before grinning, and stepping forward, Mash running forward in tow. Behind her, the Caster we had remaining shook off some droplets from his head, and stepped forward -- raising his hands, clapping them together. "Master! I... I can provide backup support, but I'm going to need a moment! Please protect me!" The young boy called out to Ritsuka, who gasped slightly -- but, their gaze toughening, they nodded and glanced to me. "You heard the kid." "Right!" At the scene of the fight, the Saber's defence broke -- the woman jumping backwards to avoid the frantic, crazed slices of Kagekiyo before her. "--Entering combat!" But one wrong step to the right led the Saber directly into the path of Mash, whose shield proved a small bit more difficult to block thanks to its blunt force. The Shielder, giving all of her strength, leapt forward and swiped leftwards with the broad end of her shield, sending the Saber flying backwards; landing on her feet only by miracle, steadying herself with a hand.

Kagekiyo, in turn, leapt to the left, then directly forwards -- with a slash forwards, only blocked barely by the Saber's blade, she used the other to strike at the Saber's good arm. "--?!" Yet, swordplay only proved so useful when the Saber was willing to punch you directly in the face. Sending the Avenger back some distance, Mash ran in only just in time to shield them from a forward slash courtesy of the Saber. Yet, each noticed they were now listening to a chant. "There once was a couple whose child's name meant 'limitless life--'" The Avenger's blade faltered, a moment, but Mash's defence gave her enough time to recover. "Lasting twenty billion years, blessed by the sea, the fish--" "A chant. So this is your plan." The Saber changed courses -- setting eyes on the child, running towards them. Yet, the Avenger blocked their advance with another onslaught, their face stained with a wide and crazed grin. "If we can't beat you fairly, Genji, we will have to improvise. Given your attack on the man before, that's only fair." "And in the waters, or the clouds, or in the wind--" "You may try, fool." Blades clashed, came together, came apart -- one blackened blade, deflecting and clashing against two thin curved blades, the snarls of Avenger and Saber alike clouding the air about as the Shielder positioned herself in front of the Caster. "--with a home where there is food and a place to sleep--" The three clashing blades came apart, the Avenger now beginning to laugh, as the Saber gritted her teeth. The Avenger before her knew full well what would occur if the Saber had any breathing room -- that beam would destroy them all. And yet-- "Iron hammer of the hollow king. Overturn the aurora." ...She would try, anyways. But wasn't that what Kagekiyo could fight best? For Kagekiyo would never die. "...The everyday, now, is simply a dream." "--and the energy of the Yabukouji, with longetivity like King Shuuringan of Paipo--" The temperature spiked -- a buzzing, eternally hearable in my head. As though something were being supplanted for something else -- a backdoor opening in my mind. Yet, too, the light itself began to shake, as Saber rose her blade. "...Yes -- everything in this world, all the Genji reaches, must burn!" "--and longetivity like his wife, Guurindai, and their children Ponpokopii and Ponpokonaa's--" The temperature rises. There's a screaming in my head. There's two suns -- two suns setting behind the lakes-- "After all this time, I finally have my shot!" "SWALLOW THE LIGHT!" "--Long lived fortune!" ...

...Everyone could hear the buzzing in their minds. I knew it from the looks in their eyes -- their halted breaths. All around us froze -- the temperature, threatening to boil us alive, the light itself flickering, being consumed. But the boy remained. "...Do you want to know my name?" ...There's a screaming in my mind -- their minds. 'Listen.' 'Listen.'

'Listen.'

'Listen.'

"So be it." The young boy approached the Saber, calmly -- past the fire, the sure temperatures of Kagekiyo's blade, and past the shield of Mash that kept us all safe. "...My name is Jugemu. To be specific..." "Jugemu-Jugemu Goko-no-Surikire Kaijarisuigyo-no Suigyomatsu Unraimatsu Furaimatsu Kuunerutokoro-ni Sumutokoro Yaburakoji-no Burakoji Paipopaipo Paipo-no Shuuringan Shuuringan-no Guurindai Guurindai-no Ponpokopii-no Ponpokonaa-no Chokyuumei-no Chosuke." 'Listen.' 'Listen.' 'Speak.' "Jugemu-Jugemu Goko-no-Surikire Kaijarisuigyo-no Suigyomatsu Unraimatsu Furaimatsu Kuunerutokoro-ni Sumutokoro Yaburakoji-no Burakoji Paipopaipo Paipo-no Shuuringan Shuuringan-no Guurindai Guurindai-no Ponpokopii-no Ponpokonaa-no Chokyuumei-no Chosuke..?!" The words fell out of Saber's mouth before she could think -- the light suddenly shaking, and faltering, and coming to an end. 'Listen.' My very muscles halted. I could barely even will myself to breathe beyond a quiet, quiet breath. 'His name..? J--' 'Speak.' His name-- Suddenly, I found this urge. This urge deep within me. A spike drilling a hole into my head. I could hear it, burrowing deep into my mind. Like a drill, like a syringe, to extract my brain itself.

'Speak.'

With each repetition of the screaming voice's command, it grew harder to ignore. And the words came tumbling out. "Jugemu-Jugemu Goko-no-Surikire Kaijarisuigyo-no Suigyomatsu Unraimatsu Furaimatsu Kuunerutokoro-ni Sumutokoro Yaburakoji-no Burakoji Paipopaipo Paipo-no Shuuringan Shuuringan-no Guurindai Guurindai-no Ponpokopii-no Ponpokonaa-no Chokyuumei-no Chosuke..?! That's your true name..?!" I screamed it without meaning to. I covered my mouth -- I tried to -- but my body no longer responded. "That's who we summoned..?! We summoned Jugemu-Jugemu Goko-no-Surikire Kaijarisuigyo-no Suigyomatsu Unraimatsu Furaimatsu Kuunerutokoro-ni Sumutokoro Yaburakoji-no Burakoji Paipopaipo Paipo-no Shuuringan Shuuringan-no Guurindai Guurindai-no Ponpokopii-no Ponpokonaa-no Chokyuumei-no Chosuke..?!" Ritsuka fell, faltered, their words sputtering out as though it were a chant. Their eyes shuddered where they stood, their mouth twitching as though withholding some horrible scream.

'Listen.' The Saber, however, became the first to scream. She fell to her knees - she tried to -- but it was hardly enough. "This... This... This Jugemu-Jugemu Goko-no-Surikire Kaijarisuigyo-no Suigyomatsu Unraimatsu Furaimatsu Kuunerutokoro-ni Sumutokoro Yaburakoji-no Burakoji Paipopaipo Paipo-no Shuuringan Shuuringan-no Guurindai Guurindai-no Ponpokopii-no Ponpokonaa-no Chokyuumei-no Chosuke..?! You..! I know you, you..!" The child grinned -- his eyes widening, gaze sharpening, before he broke into laughter. A mist formed around his feet, as he placed a hand to the face of the Avenger. "You..! Avenger, who knows my tale. Finish off this maddened woman." 'Listen.' The Avenger only responded with a grin -- stepping forward, as though their muscles now returned to normal in a moment. "...Yes... After all this time, as I was saying -- I finally have my shot." Their mask cracked, and shattered -- and the 'Kagekiyo' separated. Thousands of them, surrounding the Saber. Perhaps the Saber had already broken, her mind already endlessly repeating the name of the Caster. Perhaps there was a tiny, tiny bit of sanity that remained in the dead eyes, the kneeling physique, of the Saber whose body broke -- and whose mind seemed destroyed. But, unable to speak -- all she could now do was listen.

"Shogyomujo -- Joshahissui!"

And in that moment-- --a technique most indescribable, a Servant whose powers were impossible to understand-- --nothing could have prepared the Saber to survive the strike that followed the madness.

[lyssismagical]

Hewwo! I hope you're okay!♡ Would you maybe do 12. “I dedicated this nail to you, when I painted them.” for me? Only if you want to of course!

“I dedicated this nail to you when I painted them”

When Peter first met Morgan it had been bad circumstances.

Peter had still been wearing his suit, charred and ripped and bloodstained. He had bruises painted across his pale skin, blood still caking his forehead and matting his hair. The dirt that had been clinging to his skin had obvious tear-tracks down his cheeks.

He’s been a mess, trying not to cry, red-eyed and shaking.

They’d met just outside of Tony’s hospital room.

Pepper had been nearby, chatting quietly to one of the nurses about Tony’s condition. He’d be okay, but it was likely it would be a while until he was back on his feet.

Morgan had looked up to him with big brown eyes, an exact replica of Tony’s, and smiled like she was excited to see him.

“You must be Peter,” she had said, grabbing onto his wrist. He had to hold back a flinch, broken wrist protesting the movement. “I’m Morgan, your little sister.”

“Sister?” Peter echoed, confusion and shock masking the residual pain and fear.

Pepper had spotted them before Morgan could explain it, eyes widening at his state and ushered him into his own hospital room despite his protests, mumbling things about fast healing and he’d be fine, but Pepper had been insistent about getting a doctor in with him to make sure all of his wounds would heal alright.

The second time he met Morgan was when Happy had picked him up from the shelter May and him had been staying at while they tried to find a new apartment. Their old one had been sold and most of their things were gone.

Happy had driven him to the cabin, somewhere he’d been avoiding ever since the snap was reversed. He felt guilty and out of place. He didn’t want to intrude on Tony’s new family.

But apparently Happy was insistent.

Peter’s phone was among the things that were gone, so Tony had no way of finding the Parkers until Happy had spotted May at her old job.

Morgan greeted him in the front yard, hugging his waist.

“I missed you!” she exclaimed in that loud way all children speak when they get too excited. “Daddy said you were busy, not that you didn’t want to come. He missed you lots too.”

“Oh wow,” Peter said, confused and still shocked that Tony was married, had a daughter, and was retired.

Tony had emerged from the cabin then, metal arm shining in the morning light.

He looked older than he had the last time Peter had really seen him, technically five years ago, but he looked so much happier. He smiled openly and softly in a distincly parental way.

“Hey, kiddo.”

It was that easy for Peter to understand his place in the world.

Now, Peter’s grown accustomed to being a part of the Stark family.

He was always Tony’s kid, and he thought that would be as far as his connections would go. But it wasn’t.

Pepper treated him like her own kid, making him tea when he couldn’t sleep, pinning his best grades on the fridge alongside Morgan’s art, hugging him tight whenever she could, always making extra portions for dinner for his crazy metabolism.

And Morgan was his little sister. She was the best, through and through. Pepper told him at one point that Tony raised Morgan with Peter in mind, teaching her to be as great as Peter.

Morgan’s six-years-old now, a perfect blend of all of Tony’s best attributes and all of Pepper’s. And she loves Peter.

“You’re thinking again,” Morgan says, frowning up at him and tugging at the hem of his sweatshirt, technically one of Tony’s old ones but Peter knows the retired superhero doesn’t mind Peter’s obsession with stealing his clothes.

“Sorry, bug,” Peter murmurs, lifting Morgan into his lap. She grins at him and presses a kiss to his cheek. “You’re the best little sister, you know that?”

“I’m your only little sister.”

“Still the best.”

“I know.”

Tony appears in the doorway to the livingroom, smiling at his two kids in that nostalgic, peaceful way he does. He has a habit of watching them interact like this is his biggest dream coming true.

Morgan bounces on his lap excitedly, lifting her hands towards him. Her nails are painted surprisingly well in plenty of designs and colors.

“I dedicated this nail to you when I painted them!” She shows him her thumb on her right hand. It’s painted red with a little black spider in the center.

“Mom did those, not you,” Tony says, slipping into the room to sit beside Peter. “You’re not allowed to paint your nails without supervision.”

Peter laughs, squeezing Morgan. “They look really pretty, bug. Think Mom would do my nails too?”

“Yeah! We can match!” She giggles, poking his cheek. “Are you going to be here for our next spa day?”

Morgan and Pepper have ‘spa days’ every Sunday night. Normally, Peter’s gone by Sunday afternoon, getting dinner on his drive back to Queens for the week of school.

“Course, kiddo, I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” Sure, it means Peter will have to stay for dinner and that means driving home in the dark, and it probably means he won’t be able to patrol, and it definitely means he’ll be a little bit tired for school on Monday. But he’d do it for Morgan. He can’t say no to her.

“Love you both,” Tony says, forever the sappy father he is.

Morgan narrows her eyes. “Can we have juice pops then?”

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[losingmymindtonight]

Peter struggles a lot with his memories of Tony’s death. He’s a little ashamed of how much it bothers him. He’s an Avenger, after all. Death shouldn’t leave these kinds of scars.

But it did. It had. The images of Tony slipping away, the smell of his charred skin, the way his breaths had wheezed in, out, then shuddered to a halt, arc reactor flickering into nothingness...

The memory of Tony’s hand falling limply away from Pepper’s was always playing in the back of his mind.

But most of all, he couldn’t stop replaying the fact that Tony hadn’t said anything to him. He’d just laid there, still and silent. Peter hadn’t gotten any last words, final comforts. All he’d gotten was hazy eyes and a bucketful of trauma.

There was no escaping the memories, no running from the horror that bubbled in his throat whenever they resurfaced. And he knew he couldn’t survive like this. Maybe even more so, he knew that Tony would never want him to.

So, he goes to Pepper.

There were only two people on Earth who truly understood. Sure, Steve and the others had watched from afar, but Rhodey, Peter, and Pepper had been on the frontlines. They’d been close enough to hear his last breaths, to see the life dwindle out of Iron Man’s eyes.

He could’ve gone to either Rhodey or Pepper, of course, but he chose her because the memory of Tony’s death wasn’t the only one that he could recall with frightening clarity.

In the settling moments, the ones that came in the shockwaves of that final breath, Pepper had kissed Tony’s cheek. Peter had felt like throwing up. Rhodey had held him back, steel arms around his stomach.

“Rhodey,” Pepper had gasped, “Rhodey, let him come, now. Let him... Just let him come.”

He’d been released, and he would’ve face-planted if Pepper hadn’t twisted around to grab his arm, steadying him as he sunk to his knees in front of Tony’s body.

“Mister Stark?” He whimpered. He’d reached for Tony like a child, hands grasping helplessly just inches from his motionless chest. It was a physical call for action, a plea to be held.

Tony hadn’t answered it, was far past that, now, but Pepper had.

She had pulled him into her chest, chin resting on the crown of his head. “Shh, sweetheart. It’s alright now. It’s over. It’s... It’s all over.”

“Tony?” At any other time, he would’ve been ashamed of how cracked and desperate his voice was, of his entire reaction in general. But then, he’d been strangely detached, out of control. “Tony.”

Pepper had been the one to guide him as he tucked himself against Tony’s chest, had been the one to rub his back as he sobbed. Eventually, she’d been the one who’d rocked him while Rhodey scooped Tony into his arms, to carry him back. To carry him home.

Although the memories were hazy, he knew that she’d stayed with him once he slipped into shock, too. She’d filled the role of May, of Tony, without missing a step. And she’d done it all while struggling under the weight of a loss that even Peter couldn’t begin to comprehend.

And, sure, Pepper had always been kind to him, but she’d taken more of an interest in him after... well, after. He knew it was probably only out of a lingering need to protect whatever Tony loved, but he clung to that connection all the same.

So he skips school, comes to the cabin when Morgan’s at playgroup. The conversation he needed to have wouldn’t feel right with her in the house. It would feel wrong.

As soon as the door opens, he can see Pepper’s surprise, see the reprimand on her lips, but then she takes in the look on his face, the bags underneath his eyes, and she ushers him in.

She makes him sit on the couch, offers him tea. He shakes his head, just curls into himself until she finally sits beside him.

“What do you need, Peter?” She asks, voice soft. Peter wonders if that’s why Tony fell in love with her: because her ability to gentle was good for his rough edges.

“I... I keep thinking about it.”

Pepper didn’t need clarification to at least understand the ballpark of his meaning. “Oh, Peter. It’s normal to feel the... the loss of presence in your life-”

He shakes his head. “No, no. I mean I keep thinking about it. About the.. the moment. It won’t stop playing in my head.”

“That moment that he...?”

“Yeah.”

The moment that he died.

“What bothers you about it?”

It feels like a ridiculous question at first. What bothers him about it? Well, the fact that Tony died, for one. The fact that he was just sixteen and confused and watching something horrific happen without the gravity of the moment really registering until after, until it was too late to really process it at all.

But then... but then he realizes that there was a reason behind why it bothered him so much. That despite the generic awfulness of the whole experience, there was one aspect that stung above everything else. One fact that he was constantly tangling himself up in.

“He didn’t say anything to me,” he whispers, voice breaking. “He... I don’t even think he knew that I was there.”

He would’ve comforted me. He would’ve said something stupid, smiled, cracked a joke. If he’d known I was there, he wouldn’t have acted the way he did.

He wouldn’t have just laid there.

“He knew,” Pepper murmured, and she said it like she never once doubted that it was true.

He wanted to believe it. God, he really, really wanted to believe it.

“How do you know?”

“Because I saw him recognize you, Peter. He... He wasn’t at peace until he saw your face. Didn’t you notice him look at you?”

“I... I don’t know.”

If he was being honest, he hadn’t been seeing much of anything at the time, besides the blur-wobble of unshed tears.

“He did.” Pepper tilts his chin up, the same way Tony used to, when he refused to look at him after a rough day at school or on patrol. “He looked at you like he’d be alright if that was the last thing he’d ever see. And I don’t think... I don’t think he could talk, sweetheart.”

“He talked to you.”

He hated how petulant it sounded, how childish and resentful. Of course Pepper deserved those final words. She was Tony’s wife, the mother of his child, the love of his life. What right did Peter have to resent Tony’s last gift to her?

But Pepper didn’t seem upset. She just smiled, genuine and sad. “And you heard how it sounded, didn’t you? He was trying not to scare you, Peter. At least, not anymore than he already had. You were so frightened. I think he knew that if he said anything, it would just make it harder for you to accept.”

He felt a sob threaten to crawl up his throat. When he spoke, his voice was strained with it. “He just... he used to talk so much.”

“I know. But, honey,” Pepper’s thumb swiped under cheek, caught a tear he hadn’t even known had fallen, “sometimes we don’t need to say anything to tell someone we love them.”

“Did he... Do you really think he...?”

“Loved you?” At his reluctant nod, Pepper laughed. “Peter, look outside. Half the birds, half the children, half of everyone: they’re all there because of you. Tony stitched the universe back together just so that you could live in it. If that isn’t love, what is?”

And for once, Peter didn’t really know what to say, either.

[marveltrumpshate]

May 2021 MTH fills part 3/3

Part 1 | Part 2

The best way to see all the fills that have been shared with us is our monthly roundups tag or our #MTH-fills channel on our Discord, but you can also view them through the following methods:

Our Tumblr tags: 2018, 2019, 2020

Our AO3 collections: 2018, 2019, 2020 (only has works posted to AO3)

Completed works tag list: 2018, 2019, 2020

To find specific content, use our completed works tag lists above which includes instructions on how to search for a particular character, gen or romantic relationship, universe, and fanwork type. 

@sreppub - Art of Steve and Morgan lying on the floor, drawing together, as Tony watches them in the background for @magicasen - Art of Bruce and Tony sharing a New Year’s kiss for @twentyghosts

@trashcanakin - Moth fae Bucky mood board for @letsallsleepoverwork and ru

unicornpoe - “if you keep reaching out (then i'll keep coming back)” (artist!Steve/Winter Soldier!Bucky neighbors AU fic) for leavinghope (MTH 2019)

@weethreequarter - “Ghosts of Relationships Past” (the third installment of “The Night Shift,” a Steve/Tony hospital AU fic series) for @athletiger - “Light of a Clear Blue Morning” (the fourth installment of “The Night Shift,” a Steve/Tony hospital AU fic series) for @athletiger

@wilmakins - “A Birthday Wish” (post-CA:CW fix-it fic where Steve plans a birthday surprise for Tony but ends up being surprised by Tony) for KiernaSerea (MTH 2018)

wolfloner/@wolfloner-official​ - “All We Know Is Falling” (an origin story of their Eddie/Venom "Falling for the First Time" fic series) for @spacecase42

[snarkythewoecrow]

Can We Keep Him?

By: @snarky-drabbles gift for @whotheheckitheheck

for @friendly-neighborhood-exchange

Rating: T

Relationships: Peter & Tony, Peter & Morgan

Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Morgan Stark, May Parker, few other quick cameos

Summary: Tony didn't die in Endgame, so he introduces Peter to Morgan as her big brother.

Link to AO3 (Will be revealed soon)

Peter watched with teary eyes as Tony was carried through a portal to Wakanda. Pepper followed him. Peter fell to his knees and let out a heavy breath, dropping his head and resting his chin on his chest. The air smelled bitter, like charred flesh and smoke. He counted his breaths, trying to calm himself. A hand rested on his shoulder, and he lifted his head to look. War Machine—Rhodey—was looking down at him with sympathetic eyes.

“We won, kid. You did good, and Tony—Tony’s gonna be okay,” Rhodey said. “If there’s one thing I know about him, it's that he's damn hard to shake. This Thanos thing, it’s nowhere near enough to chase him off.”

Peter tried to smile, but he only managed to make his lips twitch. Rhodey extended a hand, and Peter took it, letting the man pull him to his feet.

“Come on, kid, let’s get you cleaned up.”

xXx

Time passed in a blur over the next few days. The world was in chaos, but Peter had May to ground him, and the knowledge that Tony was going to be okay. Happy had said he’d lost an arm, but he would survive. Rhodey was right. Thanos wasn’t enough to end Tony’s life.

His phone had been disconnected, but May had kept it and turned it back on for him. He sat on his bed, fingering the cracked screen, wondering who he should call first. Ned seemed like the obvious choice, but he really hoped to hear from Tony.

Maybe the fates were listening because no sooner than he thought of his mentor, did the phone come to life, the familiar picture of him and Tony lighting up the screen. He fumbled the phone as he tried to answer, swiping the screen to the side.

He brought the phone to his ear, sucking a breath. His heart was hammering, and his breath hitched when he heard Tony’s voice greeting him.

“Hey, kid,” Tony said, then paused. Peter held his breath. “How’re you doing?”

Peter choked on a sob, overwhelmed by the emotions bubbling up in him. It was only days ago that he’d thought he’d heard Tony’s voice for the last time.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay, kid. Don’t—you don’t need to cry. We won. We did it, Peter. Really, those better be happy tears.”

Peter swiped at his tears. “I’m not crying—it’s just … I thought I’d lost you, too. Just like I lost everyone else.” He paused to catch his breath, sniffling a little. “Are you okay? Your arm was—the stones, they hurt you.”

An acrid smell seemed to gather in his nose again, even though the battle was days ago. He could taste the air, the bitterness of burning flesh. He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to focus on the present, on his room, on the way the mattress felt beneath him. He focused on the sounds of traffic and the insistent honking of a car alarm nearby. He barely registered Tony’s voice through the phone.

“Peter, you need to breathe, kid. I don’t want to even think what this must be like for you. Kids shouldn’t be part of the battlefield, and I’m sorry you got dragged into it. I’m sorry you had to see me like that, but kid, I’m okay. Yeah, I lost an arm, but it could have been so much worse. I’m still here, and so are you. That’s all that matters.”

Peter found himself nodding even though Tony could see. He used the sleeve of his shirt to wipe his face, but the tears kept coming.

“You’re really okay? Is someone with you—Ms. Potts?”

“Yeah, Pepper’s here, and so is my little Morguna. She got here last night. I’m still in Wakanda, Strange’s a pretty decent guy and brought her over.”

Peter blinked, his brow furrowing. “What are you talking about?”

Tony sighed. “Right, I forgot you didn’t know. It’s been a crazy few years, Pete. Pepper and I finally got hitched, and I had—I had a little girl. Her name’s Morgan, and she's so much like her mother, it’s scary, except for her sleep patterns. That’s all me, I’m afraid.”

Peter opened his mouth, lips moving as he tried to find the words. “You—you and Ms. Potts got married? That’s amazing, Mr. Stark. Congratulations, and wow, a daughter. I bet you’re a great dad.”

“I don’t know about that, but I’m trying. I guess you could say I got a little practice with you.”

Peter felt something warm unfurl in his chest. “Oh, yeah, I guess—I mean, yeah, you were—are—pretty good at that stuff. You always looked out for me.”

“And I always will, kid. I had a chance to look the other way. I was talking to Pepper about time travel. I’d figured it out, and I could have just stuck in a box and dropped it in the lake, but you know why I didn’t?”

“Why?”

“Because of you, Pete. I had to take the chance—the chance at having both my kids. Maybe I’m selfish. I don’t know. I just couldn’t—I couldn’t look the other way when there was a chance. I had to try, and I’m glad I did.”

Peter sat in stunned silence. He’d always hoped that he was important to Tony, but he’d doubted how much. Now there wasn’t any room for doubt. The man broke the rules to bring him back. He’d bent time and space.

“That’s—wow.”

Tony laughed. “Yeah, wow about covers it, so what are you and your aunt up to? I had an idea, that’s why I called. I wanted you to come visit, here, in Wakanda. Since saving the universe, Strange doesn’t seem to mind carting people around for me. So, what do you think, kiddo? You and your aunt up for a short jaunt through some science defying portals?”

Peter’s mouth hung open, and he blinked a few times before his brain reengaged. “Yeah—yeah, that would be good, really good. I should ask May, but I’m sure she would be up for it. When do we—when should we be ready?”

“Strange can bring you through any time. Like I said, Pep’s here, and so is Morgan. She knows all about you—the spider thing. I may have told her stories about her brother. You’re her favorite hero. I think even more so than her dad. She’s especially fond of your cat saving adventures.”

Peter swallowed the lump in his throat. “Yeah, I’m sure with you telling them they were more interesting than they really were, but I can’t blame her. Spider-man’s a pretty good guy.”

“That he is. Why don’t you go talk to your aunt, and then text me when you’re ready? I won’t tell Morgan you’re coming until it’s a sure thing.”

“Yeah, yeah, that sounds good. I’ll go do that. I’ll talk to you soon.”

Tony said his goodbyes, and then they disconnected. Clutching his phone, he went and found May in the kitchen, making quick work of an explanation, and an hour later, Peter was texting Tony that he was ready to go. May needed to stay behind, something about the hospital being overrun since everyone came back.

He had just so much as hit send when a sparkling orange circle spread out and opened in their living. On the other side of the portal, Peter could see the white walls and doors of what he assumed was the hospital.

Doctor Strange stepped through. “Peter, if you’re ready.” He gestured toward the portal.

May was looking wide-eyed at the spinning circle, she waved a finger between Doctor Strange and the orange circle. “Peter said you had a way to get him there. I didn’t realize—is it even safe to go through that?”

“It’s perfectly stable, I assure you.”

She eyed the portal, then turned to Peter, pulling him into a hug. “I know it’s ridiculous to say given all that’s happened, but you be careful, Peter. I can’t lose you again.”

Peter held her a little tighter, speaking against her hair. “You won’t. I’m not going anywhere—well, I’m going to Wakanda—but you know what I mean.”

She sniffled, drawing back, her hands on his arms. “Tell Stark I said thank you.”

“We should be going,” Strange said.

“I promise to come back.” He kissed her forehead, and she let him go.

Doctor Strange gestured to the circle, and Peter nodded, and with one last glance at May, he stepped through into a large, white room in Wakanda. Strange followed him, and then the portal closed.

“He’s through those doors,” Strange pointed at a set of doors to the right of the room.

“Yeah, I’ll just—I’ll go through there. Thank you for the portal and stuff. This was way faster than, like, taking a plane or something.”

“Or something, yes. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to meet with the king.” Strange turned with a flourish of his cape and went through a set of doors to the left.

Peter stood frozen for a moment, then made his feet move. His heart was in his throat as he paused in front of the doors. He wondered if he was supposed to knock. He raised his knuckles to the door, but a voice cut him off. He turned to see the girl from the battle, watching him.

“Peter, right? You’re the little spider from the battle. The boy with the gauntlet.”

“Yeah, that’s, uh, me, I guess. No, I mean, it is me. I’m spider-man.”

“And I am Shuri. It’s nice to meet you off the battlefield.”

Peter nodded, then looked back over his shoulder at the door. Tony was waiting on the other side. “I should probably—” He nodded toward the doors.

“He’s been waiting to see you, no need to knock.”

“Right, thank you.”

She nodded and then disappeared through the same doors Doctor Strange went through earlier. Peter turned back to Tony’s room and pushed the doors open, stepping inside. He didn’t know what to expect, though he knew Tony would be hurt. It didn’t make it any easier to see him, though.

He looked frail on the bed, against the stark white blanket and sheets. The skin of his neck was still charred and angry looking, his arm was missing, but that wasn’t what caught Peter’s eye. It was the little girl who was curled up on the bed, a mop of dark hair surrounding her head. Her feet were bare, and she was in pajamas with a cartoon rendition of the Hulk dotting them. She didn’t stir when Tony shifted, lifting his head to take in Peter. A smile spread across the man’s face, making wrinkles at the corner of his eyes.

“Hey,” Tony breathed, and Peter found himself moving toward the bed, his gaze darting between Tony and the little girl on the bed. Up close, he could see the relation. She looked so much like Tony.

“Hey, Mr. Stark, if now’s not a good time—” he gestured to the sleeping girl.

Tony shook his head with a little laugh. “Now’s just fine. She’s due to wake up soon anyway. Besides, she’d never forgive me if she missed a chance to meet her brother.”

Her brother, the words did something funny to his stomach. He looked back at Tony, and he knew tears were forming in his eyes. He couldn’t believe how close he had come to losing Tony, and now, seeing the little girl curled up the bed, he realized she could have lost her father, too. They were all lucky to still have him in their lives.

Tony shifted in the bed, nudging the little girl’s shoulder. She scrunched her face up and wiggled her toes before big brown eyes opened and latched onto Peter. A smile spread across her face, and she looked at Tony and then back to Peter. She pushed herself up.

“Are you—are you my brother?”

Peter blinked, looking at Tony and then back to the little girl. “Yeah, I guess I am. Are you Morgan?”

She nodded, looking serious for a moment. “Daddy said you were gone, but he brought you back.”

“Yeah, he did. Your daddy’s a hero.”

She considered. “Then so are you. Daddy says you saved cats.”

“Sometimes.” He started to smile a little.

She nodded her head. “You like juice pops?”

“Grape is my favorite,” Peter said, his smile growing. “What’s yours?”

“Red. I don’t like the yellow ones.”

Peter laughed. “I’ll try to remember that.”

Her mouth twisted, and her brow wrinkled in the same way Tony’s did when he was working out a problem. “If your feet are sticky, how do you get your socks off?”

Tony started shaking in laughter, and Peter just stood there, looking at the precious bean that was Morgan and wondering how he ever existed without her. He nodded a few times, keeping his face sober as he answered, “Very carefully.”

She narrowed her eyes, considering him. She picked up her book from the bed and held it out. “Can you stick to this?”

Peter smiled, reaching out and sticking his palm to it, pulling away to show it clinging to his open hand. He gave it a shake to show it wasn’t going anywhere.

Seeming satisfied, she nodded. “You should meet Gerald. You can’t ride him, though. He doesn’t like it.”

Peter looked at Tony, setting the book back on the bed. “Gerald?”

“Alpaca.” Tony shrugged, wincing a little at the motion. “What can I say? I can’t say no to my kids. Though don’t get any ideas. Gerald is enough alpaca for one family.”

“Mommy pretends she doesn’t like him, but sometimes she sneaks him apples.” Morgan tilted her head, a line between her brows. “Can you teach me to catch bad guys?”

Peter’s brows went up and looked at Tony, who was subtly shaking his head. “Um … I’m not sure that’s really a good idea. Maybe I can teach you to do a cartwheel instead?”

Her lips pursed, and then she nodded. “Okay, deal, but when I get bigger, we can catch bad guys together and rescue cats! I want to save cats like you.”

Peter laughed. “We can definitely rescue some cats, maybe a dog or two, too.”

“Okay.” Morgan looked up at Tony and then carefully laid over him. Her father wrapped his arm around her. “Daddy, is he going to disappear again?” she spoke against his chest. “I don’t want him to go.”

Tony shook his head, looking at Peter. “No one is taking either of you away—not if I can help it.”

“So, we can keep him?” she asked.

“Yeah, we can keep him.”