#civil war fix-it

[kenztheweirdmf]

now I'm tempted to make a civil war fix it with starker, spidershield ,winterspider and stucky included like a slowburn and them actually talking like adults

[jinxquickfoot]

✨, 🍉,🎀,💌

From this ask game

✨What's a fic you've posted you wish you could breathe life into again and have people talking about it? (or simply a fic you wish got more credit)

The One Where T'Challa is Shuri's Weakness, which I wrote with @fluencca. It's honestly one of the best things I've ever worked on. I wonder sometimes if the title puts some people off, as Black Panther is one of the best MCU movies but not necessarily the most popular text in fandom land. But if Irondad is your thing, if Shuri & Peter being genius teenagers together is appealing, or if you just like kidnapping and angst fics, I really like this one and think a lot of people would enjoy it.

🍉in what ways has writing helped you process trauma and/or navigate through your own life?

So many ways. The big one for me is that I had a falling out with my high school friend group. There were sides, and I was in the smaller half, watching the bigger half grow closer and closer while some of us got shunted out. Which is why Civil War Fix-Its are so healing for me, because emotionally-speaking I always identify so hard with Tony. And I prefer Civil War Fix-Its over bashing fics that take sides, because for a long time, all I wanted was a final conversation with those friends where we all said sorry and acknowledged mistakes were made on both sides. That, and the idea that even after everything that happened, that Tony and Steve still miss each other. I find that idea very powerful and comforting.

🎀give yourself a compliment about your own writing

...this is hard. Okay. I think I do theme really well. That tends to be my go-to when I'm constructing a base for a story. I have a moral tale I want to tell (usually something I've just learned for myself and now want to express narratively), so I have some characters learn it. Usually through a hostage situation because hey, whump is self-soothing and cathartic.

[all-the-stevetony-fics]

Part 1 of the slowest runner

Tony was pregnant in Siberia. Steve didn't know.

[This is the main story that frames all the others.]

Words: 2884

[rainintheevening]

Do you want to cry a river of tears?

Do you want to have your heart ripped out of your chest and cradled in the hands of an author who loves all her readers dearly, but is also the queen of writing angst and emotional conversations?

Do you want to know how much this story made me suffer and conversely gave me so much joy as I read it piecemeal for the last four years?

Then read this fic. And be grateful you're getting a whole chapter a week. I was not so fortunate. :))))))))

Here it is at last! My labor of love, the behemoth I've been teasing and hinting at for far too long! I hope you enjoy ^_^

Fandom: Captain America (AU of Civil War) Primary relationships: FoxholeBros, Steve & Bucky & Sam & OC, subplots with Staron and Sam/OC Rating: T Summary:

"Tony...." Steve wrenched his eyes away from the picture. "Are you saying...I have a son?" "No," Tony said. "I'm saying Hydra has your son."

[joetavis]

Steve & Tony

i can't believe i spent hours downloading a program to make a stony amv in 2024

anyways - i learned to edit (well, kinda learned)

[itsalmostavengers]

“I still hate you,” Tony mutters, voice shaky and entirely unconvinced while his hand expertly unbuckles the clasps of the uniform he designed so carefully, months and months and months ago.

“I know,” Steve responds gruffly. His beard scratches Tony’s jaw as those perfect teeth run down the thin skin of his neck, trace his jugular. His hands are rough iron clamps against each side of Tony’s beautifully tailored Versace two-piece. The fabric will be ruined beyond repair in less than ten minutes - Tony could bet his fortune on it.

They’ve played this stupid game before. Every time, Tony swears it’ll be the last.

Steve hitches him up onto the kitchen counter of the ridiculous New Jersey safehouse, and Tony goes willingly, yanking Steve into the open spread of his legs. This is the closest Steve’s gotten to New York since he first read those damned accords. The closest he can get to home is some 1965-styled kitchenette with pictures of old-timey adverts lining the walls and a microwave that’d probably irradiate you if you went near it.

It’s wrong- all of it. But there’s no changing it. Steve made his choice long ago, and Tony hates him for it. He should remember that. He should tell Steve that again.

“Fuck, God, Steve,” is what comes out instead, breathed against the other man’s mouth. Tony’s whole body is hot, taught, desperate, and he tugs the top half of Steve’s uniform off his torso. Steve spray painted over the colours- the whole thing is dark now, void of any trace of what it used to be. Tony hates that too.

“Tony,” Steve says, like there’s more to it- a name at the beginning of a sentence which never comes out. He clasps his teeth over Tony’s bottom lip, pushes his hands under Tony’s rapidly-wrinkling shirt and brushes his thumbs over each nipple, rubbing quick circles. The movement pulls another noise from Tony’s throat.

Fuck- the man knows him.

Steve steadies himself for a moment to catch his breath, nose brushing against Tony’s. Tony tries not to look into his eyes, whenever they do this. He’s never been good at seeing Steve’s soul - the one he never tries to hide, to mask. He’s not like Tony, you see. Everything he does, he does earnestly and from the heart.

The decision he made to leave with Bucky - to keep the culprit of Tony’s parents’ deaths a secret from him - they’d both come from that same heart. Hence, no eye contact. Tony has no desire to see how truly insignificant the space he takes up in Steve’s soul was.

Except now.

He does it without meaning to- just catching sight of those infuriating baby blues as he leans in for another messy kiss. Error number 1.

Error number 2 is not shutting his damn eyes and grabbing Steve’s dick like he normally does.

And error number 3 is the worst. Error number 3 is when he catches sight of Steve’s suddenly agonised expression, doesn’t ignore it, and instead asks “what?” Thus inviting conversation. They don’t come here for that. They come here to fuck eachother’s brains out for a night and then keep playing their cat-and-mouse chase across the globe as if anyone in a position of authority actually fucking believes it.

Steve goes perfectly still for a moment. Then he swallows. “This… this really makes you miserable, doesn’t it.”

He doesn’t frame it like a question.

Tony looks up at him, breathing hard. “Oh, I’m sorry I’m not looking ecstatic while getting groped by my ex boyfriend in a place that’s decked out like a prop house in a nuclear testing site. Would you prefer for me to giggle jovially while you fuck me amongst the dust and cobwebs?”

They’d used to have sex that was so full of love. This is how Tony always talks to Steve, now.

Steve shakes his head, a minute, grieving little thing. Tony feels the man’s breath skating across his face- feels the warmth of his bare chest, his shoulders, pressing against Tony.

“I thought…” he begins, then trails off for a moment as Tony skirts his hands down his chest, unlatches his belt. “I thought this made you happy. At least a little bit, even if you didn’t admit it. But it doesn’t. ”

Of course it doesn’t. But it’s all I have left of you.

“You think I’m coming here to find happiness? Jesus Steve. I’m coming here for tension relief,” Tony says, because he just can’t be truthful- he did his best when they were together, he really did, and it all failed anyway. Besides: Steve was never as truthful as Tony had always so fervently believed him to be either. “How about we both just stop talking and get down to that part.”

He gets his hands all the way to Steve’s boxers before Steve stops him- a gentle yet utterly unmoving grip. When Tony looks up at him again, Steve shakes his head. He’s grey in the face- if Tony didn’t know better now, he’d even say heartbroken.

“Tony, I…” Steve’s struggling for the words and he looks so beautiful, so so beautiful, just the same as the very first time Tony laid eyes on his photograph in the SHIELD folder he’d hacked his way into. “I didn’t realise you felt that way. Or maybe I did, but just didn’t want to acknowledge it because I was selfish.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“I can’t do this with you. To you.” Steve steps away jerkily, half his body lagging while the other half pulls, as if warring with his own system. His pale skin is patchy, covered in faint marks where Tony has grabbed him. “I thought we were both doing this for enjoyment, but you’re not, and so I can’t. It’s cruel.”

Tony realises what Steve is implying here. His heart - what’s left of the poor thing anyway - convulses in panic, and he stumbles off the counter. “I’m not a fucking dog,” he snaps, “I make my own choices.”

“You don’t even look at me,” Steve’s voice breaks then. “I wished more than anything that you’d look at me. But I just saw it, then, when you did.”

“Saw what?”

They’re facing off against one another now - it’s like they can’t stop themselves. They have to be on either side of the argument, they can never just agree, no matter how hard they both want to. Tony hates and hates and hates.

“Your eyes don’t lie to me, Tony.” Steve’s voice is soft, and he says it like that alone is enough. “Your mouth does. And you don’t want this.”

“See, do you see what you’re doing here, again?” Tony steps forward, smashes his finger against the place where the star used to sit proudly on Steve’s chest. “You’re making an executive decision about how I feel, as to what I need, when you don’t have that right. You don’t get to decide what’s best for me!”

“But you never do what’s best for you!” Steve’s hands flail helplessly. “You do what’s best for everyone else, or what you think you deserve, and you never think about how it’s going to hurt—“

“I DESERVED TO KNOW MY PARENTS WERE MURDERED, YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!”

Tony was supposed to be making his way to an orgasm right about now - instead he suddenly feels so angry he can hardly breathe. Fucking typical. He just had to go and open his mouth, didn’t he?

He glares at the man who tore his heart out over a year ago. Steve looks back, his expression shattered. Tony feels angrier still when he realises that he’s never going to be able to see this person in front of him and not love him. He’s trying so hard, right now, and he can’t. Even after all this. He can’t find it in him.

“Just fuck me,” Tony says, and it comes out more exhausted than demanding.

Steve shakes his head. “I can’t.”

Right. Steve’s made up his mind about what’s best for tony. Again. Was it ever going to go any other way?

Sometimes, the tiredness goes so deep that Tony starts to feel it in his bones. His therapist says it’s psychosomatic- that bones don’t actually creak and groan like wooden doors in abandoned houses. Tony begs to differ.

“If we stop now, this is the last time you’ll ever see me,” he says, hoping, even now, that maybe something will change. That maybe for once, Steve will just put him first.

It’s a pipe dream. Tony comes to that realisation as soon as Steve shakes his head. Stupid.

“Maybe that’s for the best.” Steve’s voice is hoarse. Like each word is painful. Tony wishes that were true - in reality, he doesn’t doubt Steve is just wary of the fight his words will bring - the argument that’ll erupt out of Tony’s mouth in response.

But Tony’s done fighting. It’s a losing battle. Always has been.

He looks at Steve. Nods.

He walks out of the door without another word.

[mercedesgasly33]

i'm still not over brazil 2024 actually. Max is The Man.

[poughkeepsies]

I miss the mcu.

[maybe-a-good-person]

Heloo

Came back from the trip, and o, boy, I was not expecting this. It crushed me entirely ( I went to the Vukovar, Croatia). Every year 8. graders go to trip to Vukovar to learn about war, how horrific it is, consequences , victims of war, peace and that such a crime must never ever happen again in Croatia.

In 1864. the Geneva Convention on the method of warfare was adopted (protection of the wounded, surrendered soldiers, they must not be tortured, etc.)

in the Homeland War for Croatia that rules were violated, civilians were taken to camps, tortured and killed, (Croatia did not have an army because it was still in Yugoslavia at the time and had only volunteers coming from all around Croatia and world, ordinary people who had so much love for the state) and the volunteers were killed, and in order not to prolong it, I will only tell the places we visited and why

Water tower, symbol of Croatian strength

Ovčara mass grave (200 people were killed, 60 are still wanted and one person managed to escape)

Memorial cemetery for the victims of the Homeland War (938 people buried, the youngest was 6 months old, the oldest 104 years old)

Church of St. Filip and Jakov

Vukovar hospital

Why am I telling you all this?

Why am I posting all this?

Because, it doesn't matter it happened 30 and something years ago, it's still happening, but not to my country but to the Ukraine and Russia, and Israel and Gaza. It doesn't matter (ok it does but) who's aggressor, people die on every side and civils are treated unhumanly. So, if I learned something from this trip, it's that we don't need more war, more murders, we need peace, the only thing everyone ever wanted. Stop the war!

[araiz-zaria]

Is there a notable improvement in these pics? I think there is 🙈

[maaaahri]

Oh no I’m thinking about VtM npcs again

[jinxquickfoot]

He’s preparing to throw the shield a third time when he hears a muffled shout and the sounds of a struggle, and then a raspy but still familiar voice is filling the cabin. “Stand down, Cap. No one has to die tonight.” -------------------------------------- When Steve and Rhodey get caught in a storm, the remains of HYDRA take advantage of their isolation.

[all-the-stevetony-fics]

After the war with Thanos is over, there's still this: Steve is in love with Tony, but Tony is getting married to Pepper. It's fine.

(Until it isn't.)

Words: 37,081

[matchbookarmy]

The War is Over and We Are... by Hecate

Rating: Teen

Summary: After they beat Thanos, Steve and Tony muddle through what is left of their relationship.

Ending: Open/Ambiguous but hopeful with a hint of Happy for Now.

Why I'm Reccing: So, I'm not sure why this one comes up at the beginning of the alphabet. Maybe there's a space in the title or something, I don't know. But I am so so so pleased that this was the first fic I read upon returning to Stony fic.

I actually almost didn't click on it, and I waffled back and forth for a bit, because while this takes place after Endgame (edit: this was actually published *before* Endgame came out, but after Infinity War, but for me, it still works just fine with canon if we just ignore the last 15-ish minutes of the movie -- which I do!) , it is ultimately a Civil War fix-it. And I'm always so nervous with those, because a lot of them tend to paint Steve as being completely in the wrong and that's just very far from my own take.

But this fic doesn't do that! Steve feels guilt for the role that he played in Civil War, and everything that came after it, feels guilt about not trusting Tony more at the time -- but he also still has his own feelings about the things that Tony did (including in Age of Ultron). Not a lot of CW fix-its focus on the fact that it happened in the wake of AoU, and I'm glad that this one did, because I think it provides another necessary layer and nuance. Not that this dwells on Ultron, but it does come up as Steve is contemplating how they started to fall apart, and what he wants his relationship with Tony to look like in the future.

Y'all, this fic.... I haven't even finished reading it yet, but I had to start typing this up because I knew it was going to be my first rec. It is just an amazing character portrait of Steve (and also Tony, in a way, through Steve's thoughts about Tony) that feels incredibly in character for Steve in a way that stays true to who he is in canon, while also adding more depth to his character.

Since this is ultimately a reconciliation(ish) fic, it kinda gives those early 2012 post-Avengers getting to know one another vibes in parts of the fic (though everything is tinged with heartache and grief -- even the "happy" moments). Which I actually think is sort of a nice bookend to their relationship. And while this fic is short (only 4.5k) and so never actually gives us a complete reconciliation, we are left with hope that they will find their way back into one another's hearts, that they will work through their guilt, and their trust issues, and find a way to make it work this time.

I don't know. It just feels like a very realistic portrayal of where they would be post-Thanos. And the thing that I really like about this fic is that, in staying true to Steve's canonical characterization, we can feel him holding himself back from Tony, keeping his emotions close to his chest, and just how much it's hurting him to do that. In fact, we see a lot of Steve's recklessness in this fic, the way he's almost careless with himself. Steve is not a perfect character, he is flawed, and I wouldn't want him any other way, and this fic hits his flaws perfectly.

And look, I just need to add something. This fic is, in my opinion, extremely underrated. It only has 146 kudos, but whatever. I've read some truly atrocious fics with thousands of kudos, so kudos aren't everything. But when I went into the comments, the very first comments were from people complaining about the fic, about how Steve didn't do enough for Tony in the fic, and frankly being outright argumentative with the author (this argument made up the bulk of the fic's 18 comments), and that.... that really sucks. Cause this was a truly beautiful fic, and the author didn't deserve that. No author does, but it was especially shitty to see it on such a brilliant character study of Steve.

Anyway, if you give the fic a chance, and I really hope you do, especially if you are a Steve fan, please show the author some love.

~.~.~

Follow me on my journey as I make my way alphabetically through every Stony fic on AO3.

[celestialsister0918]

Part II of the “Never Say Never” series is up on AO3 as of this morning! Hope you’ll give it a read and a bookmark. Excited to continue Nat and Bruce’s story.

Where on earth am I not a threat?

Having taken over the quinjet (and Bruce Banner), Hulk begins making a life for himself.

Missed our window.

Did we?

Devastated after the departure of the only man she ever loved, Natasha throws herself into training the Avengers’ new recruits and being right hand to Steve Rogers on his peacekeeping missions around the world.

As tension grows among the team and new intergalactic threats emerge, Natasha and Bruce work through the scars from their pasts in hopes of one day finding a future together.

Sequel to "A Window Not Missed"= “A Window Closed” — Rated M

[themculibrary]

hey! I think my ask was eaten by tumblr given that it's been a few weeks, so I'll ask again. (If you just haven't found the fic I apologize for bothering you). Anyway, it was a time-travel fic that started off in Siberia right after the Civil War fight. It took Tony to the aftermath of the first Avengers. He kept feeling betrayedl at Steve. I know Natasha noticed something was off about him. It was loki/tony. Thanks!

Could it be this fic?

If You Had This Time Again (ao3) - dls loki/tony T, 268k

Summary: Tony Stark closed his eyes in a wrecked Siberian bunker and woke up on a demolished New York street. Four years earlier.