#clint barton is an evil genius

[serenastark-official]

Family and F∙R∙I∙E∙N∙D∙S

✨ Welcome to the Stark Family Tree (and Beyond) ✨ Because why have a normal family when you can have this?

💠 The Core Stark Clan 💠

💼 Old Starks

Howard Stark: “The man who built an empire but forgot to build relationships. Thanks for the tech legacy, though. I guess.” Blog: @you-know-me-you-do Maria Stark: “The legend herself, and yes, she’s got her own blog.” Blog: @maria-campbell-stark

Tony Stark “The genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist himself.” Blog: @the-ironman / @officialironman / @under0-0s

Pepper Potts “The glue holding this circus together, and the only one with actual sense.” Blog: @pepper-potts-in-charge

Emma Stark “The chill, level-headed sibling who pretends to be above the chaos but definitely isn’t.” Blog: @emma-hope-stark-official

Maya Stark: “Playgirl genius, keeping the Stark chaos alive.” Blog: @playgirlgenius

Morgan Stark “Evil mastermind-in-training, hiding under the dinner table plotting world domination.” Blog: @official-morganstark

Lily Stark: “Little miss perfectionist who still finds time to join the madness.” Blog: @lilypad-stark

Eva Stark: “Baby genius with a side of mischief.” Blog: @baby-girl-stark

Barbie: “Iron Rose in pink, taking over one fabulous design at a time.” Blog: @the-iron-rose

Camie Stark: “The Stark who might just out-tech Tony someday.” Blog: @c4m3r0n-st0n3

Blog: @nadia-stark-official

⚙️ Extended Stark Crew ⚙️

Gadget Boi (Harley Keener): “The little brother who doesn’t know when to quit tinkering.” Blog: @you-know-me-you-do

Edwin Jarvis: “The ultimate gentleman and the real MVP of the Stark household.” Blog: @mr-jarvelous

Ana Jarvis: “The heart and soul behind every elegant moment of chaos.” Blog: @mrs-jarvelous

Peggy Carter: “The trailblazer who proved that courage, intelligence, and class always win.” Blog: @the1-and-only-peggycarter / @capt-carter-mostly-official

🕷️ Peter Pan(s)

Peter Parker(s): “Too many Peters, not enough web fluid.” Blogs:

@peterparker-who

@multiverse-peterbparker

@definitelynot-peterp4rker

@peterparker-official

🌐 The AI Family 🌐

JARVIS “The original tech dad. We owe him everything. Legend, icon, pioneer.” Blog: @j-a-r-v-i-s-the-ai

FRIDAY “Sharp, witty, and always ready to keep Serena in line. My girl.” Blog: @friday-the-ai

Carlos “The new kid in the AI family—scary good at sarcasm and picking up bad habits.” Blog: @carlos-the-ai

Toaster (Vision): “Not a toaster, but definitely more human than most of us.” Blog: @vision-not-a-toaster / @vision-stark-synthezoid

🕰️ Sanctum Buddies

Stephen Strange: “Sorcerer Supreme, occasional grump.” Blog: @strangeofficial / @mysticmasterstephenstrange

Wong: “Not just the keeper of the books, but also the keeper of sanity.” Blog: @wong-the-not-wizard

Kid (Multiverse Expert): “The one who keeps jumping realities. It’s a thing.” Blog: @multiversal-lesbian

Celestia Strange: “The Little Sorceress with a big legacy.” Blog: @tia-the-sorceress

👑 Asgardians

Scuttle: “The Goddess of Birds. Don’t mess with her.” Blog: @goddess-of-birds

Goldie Locks: “God of Thunder and pop-tart lover.” Blog: @god-of-thunder-mcu / @stormsandstrength

Loki: “God of Mischief and chaos magnet.” Blog: @loki-thanosson

🐦 Birds of a Feather

Clint Barton: “Arrows, sass, and family vibes.” Blog: @clintbarton-thearrowguy

Sam Wilson: “Redwing’s #1 fan and Captain’s favorite Falcon.” Blog: @we-love-redwing / @captain-s-falcon / @ohyeah-itssamwilson

🧪 Science Bro

Bruce Banner: “The calm to our chaos… most of the time.” Blog: @imnothulk

🪨 Artifacts

Steve Rogers: “America’s favorite popsicle who sometimes forgets he’s not in the 1940s anymore.”

@americas-favourite-fossil

@steve-rogers-1940s (okay well, he's exceptional)

@proud-owner-0f-americas-ass

Bucky Barnes: “The grumpy wolf with a heart of vibranium.” (dude has too many pocket knives)

@justawhitewolf

@official-buckybarnes

@iwasmadetobeasoldier

@itsme-bonkybarnes

💣 Chaos Bundle

Taco: “The taco enthusiast with a side of mayhem.” Blog: @ireallyliketacosokay

Kamala Khan: “Ms. Marvel and full-time fangirl.” Blog: @kamala-msmarvel-khan

Natasha Afiona: “An unpredictable storm of chaos.” Blog: @oh-to-be-a-murderer

Borealis: “A walking storm, and proud of it.” Blog: @whosafraidoflittleoldme17

🔮 Witches of the World

Wanda Maximoff: “Little witch with big glowy hands.” Blog: @wanda-maximoff-official / @little-witchy-wanda

Agatha Harkness: “It was always her.” Blog: @always-been-agatha

Rio Vidal: “Bringing magic and sass to the table.” Blog: @rio-vidal-rp

Elphaba Lopez: “Green, glam, and witchy AF.” Blog: @jade-lopez-maximoff

🪐 Supervisors of the Solar System™

Mantis: “Empath and keeper of emotional balance.” Blog: @immantis

Peter Quill: “The Star-Lord. Yes, that one.” Blog: @the-official-star-lord

Drax: “Destroyer, but also surprisingly hilarious.” Blog: @drax-destroyer-official

Rocket: “Not a raccoon. Definitely the brains of the Guardians.” Blog: @rocketnotraccoon

Gamora: “The deadliest woman in the galaxy.” Blog: @officially-gamora

Blue Meanie (Nebula): “The surgical cyborg with a side of sass.” Blog: @purple-surgicalborg

Existence: “Alien learning about Earth and my bestie.” Blog: @alienlearningaboutearth

♦️ Widow Wonderland

Natasha Romanoff: “The OG Widow and chaos manager.”

@blackwidow-nat-official2

Yelena Belova: “The blonde bombshell with a deadly aim and an even deadlier sarcasm.” Blog: @your-fav-russian-assassin / @the-best-black-widow

Daniel Romanoff: The red-headed witch who knows how to break hearts and bones in equal measure.” Blog: @the-good-redheaded-witch

⚔️ Freddie Fourth Wall

Logan: “Breaks walls, shatters expectations.” Blog: @loganschuchuzinho

⚡ Spark Plug

Connie: “A glitch in the system, but in the best way.” Blog: @only-a-glitch-in-the-system

Evie: “The storm in the calm, with a heart that burns brighter than her powers.”

Blog: @cypherlune

🔗 DCEU

Superior Batsy: “The billionaire who thinks a bat-themed costume is enough to keep Gotham in line. Spoiler: It's not.” Blog: @bruce-wayne-official / @imbatman-imtired

Batsy: “Bruce Wayne’s kid, but with a little less brooding and a lot more questions.” Blog: @elizabeth-wayne-official

Batsy 2: “The Wayne who’s definitely inherited the family’s charm… and their demons.” Blog: @rachelwayne-official

[jinxquickfoot]

So I finished my Age of Ultron rewatch. It's been a couple of years since I last saw it, and here are some random thoughts I had on it:

Things I will maintain I like about this movie:

It has some of my favorite jokes in the MCU, and they're usually the little moments. The little nod of validation Rhodey makes after getting a laugh at his "Boom! You looking for this?" story. Clint telling Steve he's no match for Ultron and Steve replying with, "Thanks, Barton". Clint's "Yeah, you better run" after Pietro has long since disappeared with Wanda, there are loads of them.

I like Vision, Wanda and Pietro. Despite being secondary characters with not a huge amount of screen time, Wanda and Pietro feel like real people with real backstories, and Paul Bettany is wonderful the first time we see him as Vis.

It's the only movie we get to see the Original 6 hang out as friends.

I love that Fury randomly shows up in the middle and is like "let me make a sandwich while we discuss how not to let the world end also by the way hi Tony I really care about you"

Other casual appearances of other MCU characters, something that is so lacking Phase 4 onwards. Sam being at the party and Thor going to Selvig for help makes the world feel lived in.

RDJ's never dropped the ball as Tony but his performance really stuck out to me here, god he's good

Steve and Thor have multiple moments of teaming up and working together, what an underrated duo

Hulk vs Iron Man suit inside an Iron Man Suit fight

The Avengers do their best to evacuate Sokovia before Ultron attacks, which does not excuse the amount of damage caused there, but I do think is a plot point everyone forgets about (myself included)

And things that annoy me (skipping over the stuff everyone talks about like the Natasha/Bruce plot):

I hate how Joss Whedon writes Steve, both here and in Avengers. He only feels like Steve when he's being given jokes, otherwise he is so self-serious and stiff, the core of Steve is his heart and it is nowhere to be found in this movie

The movie spends so long setting up character arcs that feel promising and have no payoff. What is the point of Laura telling Clint the Avengers need him if he's going to retire at the end of the movie. Steve has several references to finding home in a way that doesn't go anywhere (Until Endgame, I guess). Don't get me started on Natasha.

It's trying so hard to have a theme but it never says anything unique. Bruce, Tony, Natasha and Vision all refer to themselves as monsters. Ultron decides that the Avengers are the bad guys. Steve has a speech all about proving they're not the monsters Ultron says they are. Based on WHAT? What is the message of this movie?? That the Avengers are better than the evil AI who wants to kill everyone?

(I half-feel there was a previous draft where Clint was their heart, or something, or he died and they were like whelp Phil Coulson 2.0 let's go avenge him, and the random pieces of that are still floating around the script with nowhere to go)

NO ONE is remotely concerned enough when their friends are getting hurt (maybe just the hurt/comfort lover in me, but still.) Natasha comes across as the only person who cares when Clint sustains a life-threatening injury. No one seems to be bothered that Natasha is being held captive by a psychotic supervillain. Tony shows more emotion over a fictional future where they die than when someone is actually in danger.

They really could have had a premise where they weren't allowed to access technology at all and could have gone retro with everything and they didn't and that just feels like a wasted opportunity. Clint and Natasha digging out old spy tech. Steve being like "Yes! This is familiar! I got this!" Tony making genius inventions out of tech from fifty years ago. Come on, it was right there.

[xbullseye]

@defectivexfragmented

Dex knew his moral compass didn't exactly point due north. When his therapist encouraged him to find a role model, of sorts, someone whose goodness he could strive to emulate, he knew she'd meant an ordinary person like a first responder or a suicide hotline operator, and that had worked fine for him for years. She probably hadn't meant an actual superhero, but after the attack on New York, of course he'd latched onto the Avenger who couldn't miss.

He'd followed the stories about Hawkeye obsessively (the only way he knew how to have an interest in something, really), and letting the hero guide his actions had worked better than anything else ever had. He'd hesitated to dig deeper into Clint Barton's life. For some reason, it had seemed important to keep a distinction between the Avenger and the man, like it might jinx it if he ever met his hero or came to see him as a real person. Most people just weren't that good. He didn’t want to lose that trust he had in Hawkeye's goodness.

That had come crashing down around him when he'd seen Clint on a tour of an apartment building. Dex hated the whole process of moving. It disrupted the careful order he needed to keep his mind quiet and his darker impulses in check, but it was a necessary evil. He hadn’t even been positive the man in the hooded sweatshirt had been Clint Barton at first. He’d tried to talk himself out of the notion. Then he'd broken the rule about prying into his personal life, done some digging, and found out that Barton did, in fact, own the building.

And that was the problem with breaking a rule. It led to breaking another, and another, and another, until he was in so deep he couldn't stop himself. He’d called the building manager and signed a lease the next day. Within a week, he was moving in, and then he'd gone on a deep dive of Clint Barton's entire life. He’d even been in his apartment a couple times while he was out, rifling through his things like they would help him get to know the man. 

He wanted, badly, to actually speak to him, but it was frustratingly hard to run into him. Dex's work schedule for the FBI was rigid and often demanding, which was exactly what he needed. By comparison, Clint’s seemed sporadic, and he hadn’t been able to nail down any specific times he came or went. It was always swiftly and with something to keep him from being noticed, a hood or sunglasses. It didn’t take a genius to realize the other tenants didn't know who he was, and Clint didn’t want them to.

After weeks of failing to run into him by accident, he’d been forced to come up with a different plan. It caused him almost physical pain to deliberately shut his keys behind a locked door-- Dex, who hated a crooked picture on the wall or a train that was a minute late. They were neighbors though; it made sense to knock on this door over any other, on a day when he was sure Clint was home and the building manager wasn't. He offered a slightly sheepish smile when the door opened. "How good are you at breaking and entering? I, uh… just locked myself out."

[themculibrary]

BAMF! Masterlist

A certain slant of light (ao3) - Skoll N/R, 5k

Summary: In a world where violence is the norm and trust is a weakness, Pepper Potts is still diabolically efficient, Natasha Romanov is still as terrifying as ever, Bruce Banner still has breathtaking anger management issues, and Tony Stark is still a genius. This time, though, Tony has a plan, and Loki is far from the biggest threat the Earth faces.

(Or: I wanted to write Evil!Tony. What I wound up writing is not precisely what you would expect.)

Battle Couple Sunday (ao3) - kybcr bucky/natasha T, 1k

Summary: James and Natalia, fighting back-to-back, like old times.

Ice King (ao3) - Artemis_Day jane/loki M, 6k

Summary: "So what happened to the Ice King? After he was defeated, I mean."

Erik looked at the young Jane with her eager eyes and boundless curiosity, and he shook with his heavy burden and sighed.

"Perhaps I'll tell you someday."

Magnetism (ao3) - MagdaTheMagpie phil/hermione M, 3k

Summary: Phil Coulson does not carry weapons, concealed or otherwise. He does not need to. The weapons come to him, or so Fury says, which is how he was chosen for a delicate mission in London.

Oh, Hey There, Mister Blue (ao3) - iguessyouregonnamissthepantyraid T, 75k

Summary: There are certain things one learns to expect when dealing with the Mad Titan. Ending up on an unfamiliar ship surrounded by a bunch of aliens is one thing. Loki can handle that.

Ending up on an unfamiliar ship surrounded by a bunch of aliens who are actually on his side is quite another.

Oh, My King for a Kingdom (ao3) - STARSdidathing loki/tony T, 14k

Summary: The blood and betrayal of an Afghanistan cave formed Iron Man. The blood and betrayal of a Siberian bunker formed something else.

ok but who gon' pop me though? (ao3) - theformerone G, 3k

Summary: People tend to forget that Shuri is a princess of Wakanda. They assume that because she leads their technological advances, she knows nothing of combat. They assume she must be protected.

They are wrong.

Please Don't Feed the Monsters (ao3) - BeneficialAddiction clint/phil, clint/phil/natasha M, 5k

Summary: In a world darker than ours, Clint Barton quickly comes to recognize the real monsters that walk among us.

He's one of them, but that doesn't mean he has to walk the world alone.

Revelations (ao3) - punkrockhades G, 8k

Summary: They ask her what it was like to have the great Iron Man as a father. They tell her she's just like him, a genius whose mind can be matched by none other, a brilliant shooting star flaming across the sky - but that's not how she knew him. To her, he was Daddy, and she misses him.

A coming-of-age story following significant moments in Morgan Stark's life as she grows up in the shadow of Iron Man and discovers who she is along the way.

Secret Identities and Super-dads (ao3) - Khentkawes pepper/tony T, 6k

Summary: When armed men attack an elementary school in upstate New York, attempting to kidnap eight-year-old Morgan Stark, no one expects that “Roger the chauffeur” will be the one to take out the bad guys—with some backup from Morgan Stark herself and a very pissed off Pepper Potts.

The public have believed Tony was dead for the past four years, and Tony never expected his big secret would get out like this. He didn’t mean to blow his cover as “Roger the chauffeur.” But when people try to mess with his family, they get what’s coming to them.

Silvertongue (ao3) - Epiphanyx7 jane/thor M, 34k

Summary: [[Post-Avengers. Loki's plan had gone perfectly, now he needs only to see it to it's natural conclusion.]]

No Asgardian cell can hold him. Loki's magic is bound, but his mind is not -- and the Aesir were always fools, to think that Loki's mind was anything other than his most dangerous asset.

Stories of Us (ao3) - TonaAthena1996 jane/loki E, 16k

Summary: Jane and Loki have saved the universe. As a gift, they get a glimpse of other lives they could have led across alternate universes. Each day of Lokaneweek, they will read a new story about themselves. What will they learn about their alternate selves?

Teamwork (ao3) - Jo (jmathieson) clint/phil G, 2k

Summary: Phil has some very strong feelings about how to craft a good team.

The Blacksmith and the Prince (ao3) - JoinTheDots loki/tony E, 10k

Summary: Loki is captured after a mission goes wrong on Nidavellir. When he wakes up, he finds himself locked away with a curious man called Tony.

The Picture at the end of the Puzzle (ao3) - Akira_of_the_Twilight loki/tony G, 3k

Summary: “T’Challa, your boyfriend is doing something stupid,” Shuri said.

T’Challa was tempted to grumble and point out that Tony was not his boyfriend, but right then was neither the time nor place. “You will need to give me more details.”

When resistance fighters attack a Wakandian town, T'Challa, his warriors, and Iron Man rush in to help. Things go awry when Tony gets himself in danger.

Who I am Inside (ao3) - Thursdays_Angel pepper/tony T, 21k

Summary: Takes place just after the events of the Forth Year in The First Five Years. The Stark's and Odinson's get together in New Asgard to celebrate Thanksgiving. Loki becomes ill with a disease that is deadly to Seiðrmar. As if that isn't bad enough, Loki is forced to remain in his Jötunn form in order to survive long enough for a cure to be found. Loki would rather suffer the disease than be stuck as a monster.

Wing and a Prayer (ao3) - dracusfyre bucky/tony G, 2k

Summary: When Tony's gauntlets are damaged during battle and he starts falling out of the sky, it's a desperate race for Bucky to reach him before he hits the ground.

You're Not a Monster (ao3) - WidowBites maria/natasha M, 2k

Summary: Fiery red hair amidst pure white snow. Time seemed to slow. She heard a truck horn, eyes snapped to the road, saw the blinding lights. Barton moved in a blur, undoing his belt and diving over herself and Coulson just as the truck slammed into the left side of the car, sending them skidding across the road until they flipped and landed in a small dirt ditch. When she regained consciousness, it was chaos.

Based from a Tumblr prompt: What if Romanoff was compromised and Hill was sent to take her out?

[stelstellakidd]

Give and you shall also receive!! Pick one of your fave OCs (maybe one you don’t get to talk about much, but honestly feel free to pick anyone!!) and tell me all about them! Their relationships, their storylines, fun facts about them, moments in their story you’re excited to write… whatever you can tell me about them, I wanna hear it!! 🩷

this was sent to me i’m sure months ago, but i am - if anything - the most forgetful . i literally have the memory of a goldfish.

so today let’s talk about tj barton . my feral forest child power ranger with issues .

okay so fun fact i have like a list of characters who he’s similar too but it would take way too long to listen them all.

but like okay basically he’s as chaotic as possible. when he was like 5 he was on a trip with his mom’s sister - so his aunt. they went on this camping trip thing because his parents are superheroes and wanted him out of the city for a couple days.

it turned tinting more then a couple days. they - got into a car accident and his aunt didn’t make it ( sad ) . but five year old tj did and since they were in the middle of nowhere he wandered out of the car .

not that anyone knew this for the longest time but it was all a set up by this alien named nori - she wanted to take over the entire universe but needed to take down thanos first so she was recruiting a group of kids from a young age and would eventually take them in.

so tj lived in the woods. literally until he was 12. he had no clue about the fact that he was missing, no clue about the real world. he was just in the woods. when he was twelve nori took him and the group of kids and planned to train them to be evil. it backfired because they kids ended up becoming a sort of family, realizing how wrong the entire plan was and it led to the creation of THE POWER RANGERS!

la la la, stuff happens. he ends up on earth with you know his parents when he’s 16 and he’s been missing for 11 years. insert total chaos . tj’s inability to follow rules and curfew and his overall fact that he’s a goddamn mess.

he’s also kind of a genius which is lowkey surprising cause he grew up in the woods.

he was lowkey adopted by a bear as usual chaos in stories where kids are raised in the woods. but also not really. his best friend just is basically a bear.

bro is literally a mess. but he’s my favorite mess. he loves music, generally gets along with everyone but also he’s a little shit .

and his best friend is rosella stark (fc: madelyn cline)

he doesn’t really have a love interest because i just haven’t really planned one for him tbh.

oh he’s also clint barton’s son. i probably should have mentioned that.

thank you for asking!!!

also his fc is currently rudy pankow but i change it constantly cause i can never settle.

[rhysie-cakes314]

Day 14- Revenge

This one is just a silly crack fic to break up all the chapters of hurt and deep stuff.

Clint and Tony had a Halloween tradition. Every year, they attempted to pull a prank that got the other to scream. The first of October all the way through the 31st was all fair game. Whoever screamed first lost. To make things fair, Tony always let Clint have full access to his credit cards and JARVIS kept their plans from each other equally. Last year, Clint had got Tony good. Tony tried to blame it on being sleep deprived, but they all knew the truth. Clint had used Tony’s high-pitched scream as a ringtone for months. In fact, Clint had won three years in a row now.

This year, it was time for Tony’s revenge. He was going to make Clint have nightmares with his prank. Everyone but Thor was on his side this time, or at least they claimed to be. It was common for one of the other Avengers to double-cross the pranksters in the October games. To make sure he wasn’t screwed over by a last minute double cross, Tony had told them all one plan, but had a different plan going on his own as backup. He’d be lying if he said he put any faith at all in the plan that included the others. Trusting Natasha or Phil to work against Clint would be stupid of him, although Phil always claimed to be staying out of it.

So as far as his co-conspirators knew, the plan was to feed Clint a drug laced pumpkin pie, then when he was tripping, scare the shit out of him with an air horn and strobe lights (in case Clint wasn’t wearing his hearing aids). It was nice and simple. Clint usually ate a whole pie himself, so it wasn’t even unusual to make several different pies. When the rest of them were eating pie around him, it would hopefully help the archer disregard any suspicion.

The real plan, as Tony was calling it in his head, was much more complicated. Tony had started planning it in April. It hinged entirely on how observant Clint was. Tony knew the man was acutely aware of even the most useless details of his everyday life the same way Natasha and Phil were. He figured it must be a habit one picks up at SHIELD. So back six months ago, Tony began making sure the tower was only stocked with the same toothpaste brand every time. If someone went shopping on their own and bought the wrong brand, Tony replaced it with the correct one.

Which leads into October. At midnight last night, Tony replaced all toothpaste in the tower with a different brand. Clint would naturally be suspicious, and instead of risking it, he’d go to his emergency disappearance bag that he thought Tony didn’t know about. It was honestly silly that anyone in the tower thought they could own something and Tony wouldn’t know about it. His personal AI ran the tower! Natasha had her own bag as well. They were well stocked with everything one might need if they suddenly needed to go off the grid. It was a good idea to have, and finding Clint’s had made him consider packing his own. He decided against it, deciding that he would be useless without being able to use any traceable tech, so going off grid would never be an option for him. Plus, he was much harder to disguise than Clint or Natasha. His face had been in the news his whole life.

So when Clint this morning went to brush his teeth, the plan was for him to go get his bag out of its hiding spot in the vents. What Clint didn’t know was that Tony had placed a trap for him there, that was motion sensitive. Clint wouldn’t know what hit him when the flex cage Tony had designed suddenly wraps around his body. If he managed to not scream as he was trapped, there was still more to the plan. Clint was afraid of spiders. It was a weakness Tony hadn’t taken advantage of in previous years because it felt like cheating, but after last year’s loss where Clint had used his fear of water against him, Tony was finished with mercy. The archer thought he hid the fear well, but he tensed up ever so slightly at the sight of a spider, and Tony had found footage from a CCTV camera outside a grocery store that showed the man screaming and freaking out when a spider landed on his arm. If Clint didn’t scream from the trap, Tony could activate a small door built into the wall of the vent where several spiders were currently very crowded in a tiny space. They would crawl out any chance they got.

Tony now sat one room over from the vent he knew Clint would go to. He smiled when he heard the archer shuffle through the hallway towards the room. This was going to be epic. Tony heard Clint move the furniture covering the vent out of the way and pull the metal grate off. It would be any minute now.

The unmistakable sound of the flex cage bounding around someone was loud enough through the wall and Tony held his breath. All that accompanied the sound was a muffled “mph!” from the archer. Tony sighed. Time for plan B. He tapped the small icon on his phone that would activate the spiders. This had to work, it was full proof!

Nothing. Tony wanted to pull his hair out. He didn’t even hear an ‘ew’! Not a single reaction out of his victim. Right, there was no choice but to investigate what had gone wrong. At least the pie plan would still happen next week. There was time to come up with more schemes before time was up. Tony crept around the corner, peering into the library. From the doorway, he could see Clint’s feet with his stupid purple socks, but not the rest of his prone body. The room was silent. Tony jumped into the room, maybe he’d get lucky and startle Clint himself.

���What the-” the genius growled. The flex cage had apparently attacked a lamp. A lamp that was somehow attached to faux feet covered in purple socks. How the fuck had the man seen through his plan? Or avoided the spiders? Even though Clint clearly set off the trap on purpose with the lamp, the spiders should still have frightened him. Where was the birdbrain anyway?

An air horn sounded just behind him and to the right. Tony couldn’t possibly have been ready to stifle his startled scream. “Hnyaaargh!” He flailed around stupidly before he fell on his ass.

Standing above him, smirking, was Clint. “How!?” Tony yelled. “You’re impossible!”

Clint, the rotten bastard, didn’t answer him. He merely held up his cell phone and pressed play. Tony could see himself scram and fall on the tiny screen. “I win again!” Clint sang happily. He left the room shouting “We are the champions, my friends,” to the tower, effectively waking up any Avenger who wasn’t already up. Tony just remained sitting on the floor, gaping at the doorway where Clint had left.

“JARVIS, what the hell just happened?”

“I believe you just lost for the fourth year in a row, sir,” JARVIS sounded pitying. Tony picked up the lamp that was wrapped in his stupid invention, a rubbery self adhesive that sought heat so it’d curve around bodies to get to their body-heat, the ‘flex cage’ he had been so proud of only moments ago. He hurled the lamp across the room, where it shattered against the wall. He had been so certain of his revenge this year! Then he had been taken down by an air horn. What kind of a genius couldn’t out plan Clint Barton?

The sound of shattering porcelain and glass brought Steve running there. “Tony! Are you okay?” Steve looked at the scene in the library. The confusion slid away after a moment. “Oh, honey, I’m sorry. I really thought you had it this year.”

Tony let his boyfriend help him up but dodged the pity hug. He didn’t feel like getting Steve’s comfort right now. “Yeah, me too,” his voice monotone. This was a stupid contest, he shouldn’t be this upset about it. Stupid Tony Stark being oversensitive when he loses a stupid game because his plans are stupid. And the world called him a genius? Boy, had he fooled everyone. He was never going to get revenge on Clint.

Steve followed the man silently to the kitchen. His frown deepened when Tony poured some Bailey’s in his coffee at six in the morning. “Tony,” he tried gently, but his mouth snapped shut when Tony shot him a vicious glare.

“Don’t,” Tony bit out. “It’s just a game, I’m fine.” He downed the drink, made another, and quickly drank it as well. He kept the third mug full alcohol-free, and waltzed past the worried blond to go to his lab. He could feel Steve following him like a shadow, but ignored the man. Maybe he would just give up and go away.

Tony had no such luck. Steve was nearly as stubborn as he was. “When did you start drinking in the morning?” Steve finally broke the tense silence fifteen minutes later.

Tony ground his teeth and closed the file he was working out. “Don’t read too much into it, it was just a little something to take the edge off.” Tony forced his voice to sound more calm with each word. “Plus, I didn’t sleep last night, so it’s basically not even morning for me.” Tony threw him a Stark patent smirk to complete the effect.

Steve gave up. “Fine, let me know if you feel like being honest again,” he snapped. Tony watched him leave with a perverse satisfaction. At least he always succeeded at pushing people who wanted to help away. It was his best talent.

“JARVIS, pull up the footage of the library from when Clint entered this morning.” Tony watched as the archer lightly pushed the lamp into the vent, standing back when the trap activated. Then he saw the archer reach in and pull his arm out with a smile, looking at the crawling black dots on his arm. Before Tony saw himself walk in, Clint gently brushed off the spiders, and walked over to hide beside the doorway.

The man wasn’t even afraid of spiders! What the actual fuck!? He swept the screen away with a scowl. Maybe Clint had fooled them all. He was actually more of a genius than Tony and just played a dimmer character all these years. If Clint was actually a genius, the only use Tony really was was his money. “I just wanted revenge! Is that too much to ask?” He asked the silent lab.

“Apparently so,” JARVIS answered him sarcastically. Tony should never have given him an attitude.

“Shut up, JARVIS.” Tony felt like his head was splitting open, and he bent over, holding it between his legs. “I don’t even know my own friends,” he told himself miserably. He could hear Howard in his head reminding him how much he sucked. No one will ever actually like you. They will pretend so they can use you, sure, but who could like that? He would say, gesturing at all of Tony with a look of disgust on his face. God, Tony was pathetic. He still let his dead father ruin things and effect his reactions to silly pranks after all these years.

Tony heard the lab open, but had no interest in lifting his head off his work table to see the intruder. “What,” he asked tiredly. Clint invaded his vision, appearing beside him on the bench. Tony sighed, sitting up. “Come to gloat?”

“Nope,” Clint made a loud pop on the ‘p’ sound. “Came to tell you the plan was actually brilliant. You totally would’ve got me if I hadn’t been faking arachnophobia for the last ten years of my life. I was waiting for it to finally pay off, so thanks for that.” He grinned at Tony.

Faking arachnophobia? Clint hadn’t been trying to hide his reactions to spiders, he had been pretending to hide a fake reaction. He screamed and reacted even when alone just to be sure. It was the most intense double-bluff Tony had ever seen. “But why?” he blurted out. It was utterly insane. Of course Tony hadn’t thought of that! The fake phobia had been going on before they had even started the prank competitions. He suddenly felt much better about the whole thing. His observation skills and planning wasn’t at fault, Clint was just insane.

Clint shrugged. “Needed a long con to keep me entertained.” He met Tony’s horrified gaze. “Wonder what con will play out next,” he teased.

“Do we even know you?”

Clint laughed like an evil madman. “Does anyone really know anyone?” he asked like some sphinx in a story. He dodged the wrench Tony threw at him as he continued his loud cackling and left the lab. Tony’s thirst for revenge was completely rekindled. He was going to start planning for next year right now.

[worstloki]

[Avengers Tower, 2012]

Tony: I will now torture you.

Loki: Kinky.

Tony: I think you are sweet, smart and pretty.

Loki: Huh?

Tony: You deserve to be cared of as much as you care for others.

Loki: Hold on-

Tony: I’m not leaving you.

Loki, holding back tears: I need a safeword.

[youngbugandtonystank]

If this too much to ask, can you make a fanfic rec for anti tags? I don't know if im explaining myself good english is not my first language! I want a list for anti-steve fics, anti-wanda, anti-clint and the others?

Hi! Your English is fine♥ I understand what you want but I can't really fic rec every single anti fanfic out there. What I can do for you is list the anti characters tags (AO3):

Anti Steve Rogers tags:

Not Steve Rogers Friendly

Anti Steve Rogers

Civil War Team Iron Man (some of these are not really anti Steve tho)

not team Cap friendly

Dark Steve Rogers

Anti-Team Cap

Delusional Steve Rogers

Team Cap is full of shit

Asshole steve rogers

Villain Steve Rogers

Steve Rogers Has Issues

Anti Wanda Maximoff tags:

not wanda maximoff friendly

Anti wanda maximoff

Wanda Maximoff bashing

Wanda Bashing

Not Wanda Friendly

Evil Wanda Maximoff

Dark Wanda Maximoff

Anti Clint Barton tags:

Not Clint Barton Friendly

clint barton bashing

Dark Clint Barton

Clint Barton Has Issues

Ronin Clint Barton

The hottest version of Tony Stark: (I’m kidding, all of his versions are chef’s kiss lmao)

Dark Tony Stark

Evil Tony Stark

Possessive Tony Stark

Villain Tony Stark

Demon Tony Stark

Morally Ambiguous Tony Stark

Hydra Tony Stark

tony takes over the world (and he should)

Morally Grey Tony Stark

Tony Stark Has Issues

Assassin Tony Stark

Superior Iron Man Tony Stark

Merchant of Death Tony Stark

FOREVER upset we didn’t get to see Downey’s version of Superior Iron Man. We were ROBBED. 

Favorite Irondad Tropes:

Peter Parker is the heir of Stark Industries (for obvious reasons)

Peter Parker is Tony Stark's Heir (for obvious reasons)

CEO Peter Parker (for obvious reasons)

Stark Industries Employee Peter Parker / Intern Peter Parker / Genius Peter Parker (I just love when Peter can show how smart he is at SI or school)

Irondad Character Study (LOOOVE reading irondad analysis)

Irondad Family Feels (because they’re family in canon)

Irondad Domestic Fluff (why not?)

Irondad Jealousy (guilty guilty guilty)

Protective Tony & Protective Peter (I LIVE for fics where they’re protective of each other)

Irondad Platonic Slow Burn (let’s be honest, this is canon)

tony goes to peter’s school

Irondad also has 502,143 bookmarks for you: Irondad

Some additional dark tags:

Flash Thompson Being A Jerk

Abusive May Parker (Spider-Man)

Dark May Parker (Spider-Man)

Dark Pepper Potts

And if you wish to read the opposite of MCU canon, here:

Romani Wanda Maximoff

Deaf Clint Barton

Wanda Maximoff Redemption

Steve Rogers Is a Good Bro

Good Steve Rogers

Wanda Maximoff is a Good Bro

Jewish Wanda Maximoff

Clint Barton Redemption

I can't believe some of these tags exist lmaooo I just found some of them while doing research for this anon. I also found out someone ships Wanda with Joe Biden hahahahah. Gotta say, AO3 loves Team Iron Man and that makes me happy.

[mr-m-murdock]

i have a request for opf - R getting snapped back and finding out nat died for a stupid rock. i’m in an emo mood rn

by the sounding sea

| natasha x reader | only pretty faces |

warnings: ANGST

a/n: you're an evil genius anon. I was originally going to go a different way w an endgame plot but this can be an alternate ending, why not?? I love angst

You hit the floor face first. Soil in your mouth, up your nose. Your breath rushes in a gasp into your lungs and you choke on it, your head flooding with the light, the sound, the comprehension of it all: you're alive.

You blink at the dark ground. "Nata," you mumble, dumbly.

"Hey." A hand on your shoulder, heavy - you twist and punch upwards, and the offender lurches away from your fist with a surprised grunt. "It's me," Wilson says, stumbling backwards. You prop yourself up on your elbows.

"I'm alive," you say.

"Me too," he replies. He looks at his hands, like he's checking. His face is drawn tight. He looks awful. You imagine you look pretty much the same.

"Don't do that again," you snap. Your heart is pounding, from the lurch of life, from the shock of his hand on you, from the embarrassment that you couldn't land the punch.

But he's not looking at you. He's staring past your left ear, hand on the pistol at his hip.

You turn to see. A man in a red cape is standing a few feet from you, just there. You pull a knife and take aim.

"Who are you supposed to be?" Wilson asks. "Santa?" He has his blaster in hand, a cold edge to his voice. He’s just as rattled as you.

"I'm Doctor Strange. We've got a situation," says the man. He looks at you. "You're gonna need that knife."

And he turns out to be right.

● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ●

It’s the middle of the day, and the sky is black. You toss your broken knife aside and find a seat on a flat piece of rubble, shifting against the pain of your wounds. You ache. You should find Natalia, but for now, you just need to catch your breath.

The air is thick with smoke, almost impenetrable. The only sounds are the occasional shout of a name, the grunt and shift of rubble. A minute ago, this jagged place was strung with the screams of those awful creatures, the growl of the spaceship above, the ring of magic and the sting of ozone. You revel in the quiet.

“Hey.” The voice jerks you out of your thoughts, but you recognise it, and the reaction you give is smoother, less aggressive. You twist round and Wilson slumps to the ground beside you. He breaths out, long and hard. He’s clutching his side, clearly injured. “I was trying to find Nat,” he says. “Thought you’d know where she was.”

You shrug and look away. “Haven’t seen her.”

Her absence is beginning to eat at you. She must be looking for you. Right?

“Well, I found Barnes, if that’s any comfort. The old bastard’s still alive.” There’s fondness and relief in his voice, clashing with the words.

“Good,” you say. You sink back into silence. Wilson wipes blood off the back of his hand.

It must be a few minutes later, when the pain in your leg really starts to make itself known, when you hear your name called. You look up.

Clint is standing a few metres in front of you, hands hanging by his sides. The sides of his head are shaved. You open your mouth to rib him for that awful haircut, but the words die in your mouth. His face is ash stained, tear streaked, and drawn tight and pale.

“Hey,” he says. His voice wavers. You stand, your heart in your mouth, your hands in fists.

“Where’s Nata?” you ask. The blood is thundering in your head. He says nothing, but he doesn’t look away from you. “Where is she?” you press, taking a step forwards.

She’s not with him. She’s not with James. She’s not with Wilson. So where is she? Why hasn’t she come for you?

You think you already know the answer. It’s curdling at the back of your mind, half-formed, heavy as lead.

“Barton,” you say. Your voice sounds detatched from your mouth, cold and thick in the air, like a knife headed straight between his eyes.

“She’s-” he says, and his voice breaks. You can’t feel your breaths coming and going anymore. You can’t feel anything except the pain in your leg and the weight in your throat. “She’s dead,” he says.

A flake of ash lands on your wet cheek. Barton bows his head.

“I’m sorry,” he says. You don’t hear it: you see his lips move, feel the rage the words pull from you, but they never reach you. Your gaze is straight and steady. 

Wilson puts a hand on your shoulder, says your name gently. “Do you wanna sit down?” he asks. 

You hit him, hard. A punch right for the gut, right where you know it’ll hurt. And you’re on Barton before Wilson’s even finished folding, you shove him to the ground and grind your knee into his throat. He chokes up at you, tears collecting in his eyes. You push harder: you want to hurt him, hurt him, if it’ll push back the wave of emotion threatening to take you over.

“Why didn’t you save her?” you growl. Spit flecks Barton’s lips, his face purple, but he doesn’t fight. “Why’d you let her die?” You throw curses at him in Russian, your hands gripping his suit. His eyes roll back in his head.

And when they pull you off, kicking and screaming and lashing out, you wish you’d killed him. You wish it had been satisfying. You wish you’d suffocated yourself instead.

Your hands move to kill for weeks after. It’s the only way you know to react. You hit out at anyone who comes near. If Natalia were here, she’d catch your fist in her calloused palms and touch your face with gentle fingers and tell you to calm down. Hold you until your gritted teeth and swallowed screams resided. But she’s not here, and her absence is a scalding iron in your diaphragm, a matchstick propping open your eyes at night, an action potential racing through down your spine and lashing out, snapping fingers and cracking shins.

She’s gone and you’re alone and by God, the world is going to feel your pain too.

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notes: ugh the pacing is bad I want to shred this with my teeth

[gammacousin]

Tony Stark: *to Bruce* “Nat’s been dreaming of this day. She wants to do it. Don’t you love her?! Mess up the invitations so bad, she has to take over.”

Clint Barton: “…You’re like an evil genius.”

Tony Stark: “Alright, let’s think of how an invite would start.”

Bruce Banner: “It would be something like Mr. Shostakov and Mrs. Vostokoff request your presence-.”

Tony Stark: “Alright so, we’re putting down, ‘Lex and Mel’.”

Clint Barton: “For them?! Maybe the ‘and’ is too fancy. Maybe it should be an ‘n’. Lex ‘n’ Mel.”

Tony Stark: “Lex ‘n’ Mel…”

Bruce Banner: “Can we do that?”

Tony Stark: “We just did!”

[shurisneakers]

harmless (vi)

Summary: Bucky volunteers to go stop a small time villain, but nothing can prepare him for what exactly he has to deal with. (Bucky x villain!reader, drabble series)

Warnings: cursing, existential crisis, frustrated bucky, dramatic reader, lil bit of angst, clint barton being a lil shit

Word count: 1.9k

A/N: BUCKY BARNES IS BACK AND HAS A CONFIRMED PERSONALITY 

also omg everyone who’s been sending me ideas- ur the lomls. 

if you have any ideas for future inventions/evil plans, lemme know! i might actually end up using them

here’s my ko-fi if you’d like to support my writing <333

Previous Part || Series Masterlist

Your place or mine? ;)

He stares at the text.

The right answer is mine. See you at the lair.

“Y’all are dating now?” Clint peeks over his shoulder. 

“Fuck no,” Bucky says indignantly. “God forbid.”

“Okay, man,” he retracts, giving Bucky space to turn around and face him. “What do you want to call your mini dates then?”

“Missions,” Bucky corrects him.

“No one wants to go on a mission. You volunteered to go back there.” 

“It’s for the good of the tristate area.” 

“I bet.” The snort he lets out contradicts his words. “Whole world is depending on you, Barnes. Go save them from the treachery of your crush.”

“Enemy.”

“Girlfriend.”

“Mortal nemesis.” Bucky narrows his eyes at him. “Go further, I dare you.”

“What are you gonna do? Choke me? Punch me with your metal arm?” Clint cranes his neck. “Bring it, big boy. I’m not scared of some kinky shit.”

He hates living here. 

The door is left open for him. 

This time, even though the lair is still illuminated by the green light out in the front, there’s a minor change. Sunlight streams in through a skylight in the roof. 

There’s a ladder there, leaning against the rim. It gives him an entrance to the roof, which, judging by the lack of any other presence in the lab, is where he’s supposed to go.

As he gets closer he notices there’s a note on one of the rungs.

‘Evil’ with an arrow pointing upwards.

He rolls his eyes, discarding it on the floor before swiftly scaling the steps.

“Ah, Mr. Barnes,” he hears your voice call out even before his head pops up above the surface. “We’ve been expecting you.” 

He pauses, looking around. “Who’s with you?”

Because other than the gigantic machine pointed up towards the sky, there’s only you with a visor and sunglasses. The  best way he can describe its design was that it was shaped like a pine cone, had a large antenna pointed towards the sky, two handlebars near its base to manoeuvre it with a large button in between them. 

“Just imagine I have my henchmen with me,” you urge. “I’m on a budget, man, I can’t afford them yet. Maybe when my cloning machine finally works-”

He doesn’t answer.

“It’s a James Bond reference,” you add when he doesn’t show any signs of answering. 

“Haven’t watched it yet.” Bucky shrugs. “We’re doing Star Trek right now.”

“You’re done with Star Wars?” you, receiving a nod in confirmation. “Nice. You’d find the spy shit ridiculous anyway, it’s way below your level.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” He makes a mental note to add the Bond movies to the list. 

“Speaking of stars,” you begin, gesturing to the machine. “I’m going to harness the power of the sun.”

“For what?” He doesn’t bother asking how, he already knows you’ve figured out something. 

“There’s a science exhibition and my team’s stupid solar car experiment isn’t working and I need it for them to win.” 

“So build a better one.” 

“No, ours is the best and if Jeff and his stupid baking soda volcano beat us then we’re going to have a murder on our hands.”

“Your hands,” he emphasises. He has nothing to do with this.

“I said what I said, boy.” You glare at him. “This is our problem now.”

“How much power are you taking?” If it’s insignificant enough, it wouldn’t matter much. He thinks. 

“The whole thing.”

He laughs. He stops when you don’t.

“You’re taking all the energy of the sun to power your shitty science model.”

“Your face is a shitty science model,” you mimic him in a higher pitched voice. “I will do anything to win.”

He wonders which grade kid you stole that insult from was in. There’s no way they were anything older than 13. He could use it on Steve, maybe.

“Everyone on Earth will die.” He feels the need to remind you, even though there was no way it was actually going to take place. Eat shit, Clint. This superseded the tristate area.

“Not for eight minutes.” You look at your watch. “And, if Jeff dies then I win by default.”

“You’ll die too,” he points out. 

“I’ll die a winner.” You nod seriously as if that makes it better. 

He’s not that worried. Experience tells him that you’re not a mass murderer willingly. 

“You’ll die an idiot.” 

“Only if you don’t stop me.” Your lips curve into a smile. “And how will you when I do this?”

You yank the machine to point towards him and slam the button. His hand reflectively pulls in front of him to defend himself. Something hits him with enough force to send him skidding backwards slightly. 

He removes his hand carefully from in front of him, looking at you. 

Something feels off.

“You just-”

The knives strapped to his thighs suddenly feel heavier.

“Took your powers?” you finish his thought. “Yeah.”

He feels his body tip towards his left. He’s suddenly very aware of the weight of the arm. Had it been this heavy all this while? 

“You’ve barely changed,” you noted, “You’re just regular Bucky but like, 20% less beef.”

After all, he was a boxer when he was a teen. One of the best men the Howling Commandos had even before the serum.

His shoulder feels heavier though. And somehow he thinks he’s sensing things a little less. He can’t really hear the faint buzzing of the generator downstairs anymore.

“Yep, that’s real muscle.” He turns when you poke at his shoulder. He doesn’t know when you got there. “You’re like a modern day Schwarzenegger. Grade A beefcake.”

He can’t see the construction site near the horizon as clearly as he used to. 

Something about this situation makes him feel like he’s going to have a midlife crisis, even though he’s overshot the age by a huge number. No one has a midlife crisis at 106. 

“Now that we’ve established that this works,” you say, back near the machine again. When did you walk there? “Let’s show this bitch that I’m the brightest star allowed in this solar system.” 

He shakes his head to jolt himself awake, shoves aside his mental dysfunction and breaks out into a sprint when you pull the device down to aim it at the sky. 

He latches onto the side, using his left hand to pull himself up, straddling the machine.

“Excuse me,” you exclaim like it’s a minor inconvenience and he feels the machine sway wildly under him. “You’re weighing it down, get off my inator.”  

You’re shooting recklessly, trying to shake him off. It’s not dissimilar to the mechanical bull Natasha made him ride during a mission down south so she could win money off placing bets on him. They had lobster that night.

He reaches down to its side, hoping to feel maybe a panel he can rip off. He finds nothing.  

He hopes none of the rays are actually hitting anything. It’s a little harder to stay on than he’d imagined it would be, and he thinks that maybe this wasn’t the best plan. 

He changes his mind in a split second, swinging himself over so that he can climb the underside of the machine like a monkey bar. He feels like a fucking insect. How was Peter not mortally embarrassed? 

He factors in the fact that his hands are getting clammier and his grip is slipping faster than usual. Also, he can taste his lunch at the back of his throat.

“Motherfucker,” Bucky curses when his hand slips, leaving him to hold on only by his metal arm. 

“You okay?” you call out, not giving him a second to recover unless he really needed it.

He lets out a grunt, swinging his arm up and catching hold of the antenna, yanking it down and towards the machine itself. He pulls himself up so that he’s straddling the machine again. 

One more shot and-

“Very smart, Barnes,” you say dryly, letting go of the handles. 

He sends you a sly grin before sliding down the barrel, kicking the large button with his heel right before he jumps off. 

The beam shoots out, instantly meeting with metal. The device automatically gives a mechanical groan before powering down, turning off altogether. 

“I hate you,” you huff, before noting his paleness. “D’you want some water? An IV maybe?”

He dismisses it with a wave of his hand, inhaling heavily to catch his breath.

He’s tired, more so than he would have been under any normal circumstance. He feels a little dizzy, a little disoriented. 

“Don’t worry, your magic powers will be back in a few minutes or so.” You examine the bent antenna, pressing the button and sighing when it stands there lifelessly. “Once Jeff wins, I’ll send the dry cleaning receipt to you. You can pay to get the tear stains out of the kids’ outfits.”

“Your tears or theirs?” He’s relieved about the powers returning, he thinks.

“Both, bitch.” Your eyebrow quirks at his retort. Clearly, he had more energy in him than people realised; his brain seemed to be working fine. He was stronger than you thought. Good for him. 

“You’re smart. You’ll figure something out.” He lets out a final exhale before standing up a little straighter. 

“Thanks. It’d be better if you asked your billionaire tech genius to send us something, but okay.”

“It’s a middle school science exhibition. Make a potato battery or something.”

You tsk-tsk. “No points for creativity, Mr. Barnes.”

It creeps into his mind without warning. He wonders if he actually wanted the powers back. Wonders what his life could be if he maybe retired, settled down. For the brief time he feels like his pre-war self, he starts to think like his pre-war self.

“I’m not the one who’s about to lose to a baking soda volcano,” he finds time to respond, however. 

“Your face is a baking soda volcano.” You narrow your eyes at him. “I will not lose.”

“You’re running out of time. Chop chop.”

But the thought hits him. Who is Bucky without his super soldier serum? If he doesn’t have his powers then he can’t think of what use he is to the Avengers.

Who the hell is Bucky if he can’t provide a service to others? How else does he make up for being himself?

His, what he’s now deemed, afterlife crisis is starting to look more apparent.

He compartmentalises and stores it away in a box. He’ll bring it up with his therapist later. 

“I’m going to win and then you’ll be sorry you weren’t a part of it because you didn’t let me steal the sun.” 

“If you win, I’ll still be glad I didn’t let you.” He climbs back down the ladder, feeling the ache in his muscles reduce with every passing minute. 

True to your word, his powers do return a while later. 

And while he’s watching Avatar: The Last Airbender with Peter in the living room two days later, his phone beeps with a text. 

It’s a picture of a blue first place ribbon next to a toy car that looks like it’s powered by a potato battery. Beside it is an out of focus middle finger that is aimed at him. 

Congratulations, he texts back. Told you potato batteries always win.

Your face always wins, he receives in return. He can’t tell if you’re insulting or flirting with him. 

He just shuts his phone off and goes back to watching the show. 

Next part

[trashywormeateroffics]

The right universe.

Summary: After Y/N's life turns upside down, she's full of grief. Somehow, one day, she manages to travel to the MCU, where she meets her favorite characters, including a certain god who seems willing to establish a friendship with her. Suddenly she's enwrapped in this new world, where everything she loved in a screen is now reality. How will she react? Will she be able to deal with the ghosts that haunt her? Or will she let them consume her? Will she be open to accept the love she is offered? Read to find out!

Read this on AO3! 

Category: F/M.

Relationships: Loki/reader.

Characters: Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff, Sam Wilson (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes, Vision (Marvel), Tony Stark, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Stephen Strange, Nick Fury, Maria Hill, Bruce Banner, Thor (Marvel), Clint Barton, Steve Rogers, Peter Parker, other minor appearances of other characters but these are the main ones, Pepper Potts, Loki (Marvel). 

Additional tags: Loki/reader - Freeform, Avenger Loki (Marvel), Loki & Tony Stark Friendship, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Fluff and Smut, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Fluffyfest, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Mutual Pining, Pining a lot because we love to suffer, Domestic Avengers, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Tony Stark is a parental figure, Natasha Romanov Is a Good Bro, Everyone is a good bro, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, y/n, After Infinity War but no one died and the purple bitch was defeated, Missions, Y/N is a universe traveller, Grief, Therapy, Protective Loki (Marvel), Loki in love.

MASTERLIST OF THE STORY

Chapter 40: Welcome home. 

“Y/N!” Wanda and Nat ran to hug her as she came out of the portal and into the sanctum. Soon enough, almost everyone joined the group hug.

“Hello ladies and gentleman,”

“Y/N, we missed you.” Cap said, hugging her once everyone else pulled away.

“I missed you too.” She smiled softly and looked around. “Where's Tony?”

“He was too impatient, he went to the lab to work on something while he waited.” Y/N nodded.

“And Sigyn?”

“We sent her to a hotel as soon as you left… We didn't think you would want her to sleep on the compound.”

“Right, yes.” She smiled forcefully. She was back in reality now, she needed to confront the latest news. “I'm gonna go look for Tony.” And before anyone could say anything, she grabbed Loki's hand and transported them both to the compound.

“Hello Anthony,” Y/N said as soon as she appeared in a white shimmer in the lab. The billionaire turned around ready to attack when he saw her. He widened his eyes and for a few moments just stared at her as if he had seen a ghost, or someone he truly cared about. Then he embraced her in the tightest hug he had ever given her. Loki went to the side of the room, to give them their space. He couldn't leave, he still couldn't believe that she was there.

“Kid,” he told her, still hugging her. “I'm so glad you are okay.” Then he pulled away but still grabbed onto her shoulders. “Could you stop giving me these scares, your old man is gonna have a heart attack.” Y/N looked at him, shocked.

“M-my old man?” She asked, on the verge of tears. Of course she considered Tony a father figure, but him considering her his daughter was different. He grinned.

“Are you crying because of the inheritance?” He asked, trying to make a joke, as he always did, especially in serious situations. She laughed and shook her head.

“You look like you're about to cry too.” She said and then smirked, playing along. “Finally my evil plan has worked, Tony Stark, the billionaire, philanthropist, playboy and genius, considers me his daughter.” He rolled his eyes smiling and then got serious.

“Seriously kid, I'm really glad you are okay. And for the other part,” he squeezed her shoulders a bit, “of course I think of you as my daughter.” Now she was crying, but in a good way. She loved him so much.

“Wait,” she said, still crying but smiling. “Does this mean that Morgan is going to be my little sister?” He laughed.

“Yeah, I guess it does.”

They both looked at each other for a while, with smiles full of love, until Y/N got serious.

“I need to talk to you, and you.” She said, pointing to Loki.

“I think we are in trouble, Reindeer Games,” Tony said and the god snorted, which would have made Y/N pass out from happiness if she wasn't so nervous.

“Okay, sit.” She told them and they did. “Now, I have no idea how to start this, so I'm just going to say it.” She took a deep breath closing her eyes and then spoke up. “So, Sigyn.” She began and both men looked at her, expectant. “I don't trust her, because I don't know her. But I do trust Loki's magic, and it showed me my memories… So…  My biological mother was Freyja, the goddess of wisdom, knowledge and courage, the Völva. My biological name is Astrid Freyjadottir and I am the goddess of strength and wisdom, which is insane because I'm neither of those things but whatever,” she dismissed her train of thought with a movement of her hand and sighed. “So, again, to recapitulate… I am not a mortal, I am, and this makes me sound conceited, an actual goddess from Asgard. Now, I have no idea what prophecy my mother was talking about in my memories, but that's not important right now. What I need to know is if something has changed... with us.”

“What do you mean?” Loki asked, frowning.

“I mean, you call me mortal as a pet name. What now? You can't call me goddess, it's not the same. And to me I am a mortal, if not by state then perhaps by heart.” She told him. “And Tony, I'm gonna outlive you, which I hate, but… the father is supposed to be older and I am probably not the age that I think I am. I still don't understand a lot of this, which is why I need to meet with my sister, but that's not the point-” She sighed and rubbed her face. “What I mean is, this terrifies me and right now I understand almost nothing, yet the thing that worries me the most is you not wanting or loving me the same way.”

“Y/N,” Loki said.

“Kid,” Tony said at the same time and they both looked at each other and nodded.

“We love you,” Tony began.

“Mortal or goddess, Astrid or Y/N.” Loki finished. She looked at them both and bit her lip.

“Are you sure that this changes nothing?”

“Not how much we love you darling. That will never change.” She looked at them both, trying to find a lie, but she couldn't find one. They were being honest. They loved her, no matter what.

“Okay,” she nodded.

“Okay,” they both said and that made her smile.

“What's up with you two, are you friends now?”

“Not friends, but-”

“Yes.” Tony interrupted Loki. The god looked at him with wide eyes and he smiled sheepishly. “You have proven time and time again that you love Y/N and… That's all I need.” Loki nodded, a bit choked up. Norns, he loved having a family like this. It was so nice to be considered.  

“Aw guys!” Y/N cooed. “C'mon, I want a bro hug.” They both turned red.

“Did- Aren't you tired kid?” Tony asked, trying to change the topic. Y/N sighed.

“Yeah I am,” she said but then grinned, pointing at them. “But don't think you are getting away from the bro hug. I need to say hello to my child, if you excuse me.”

                                              -----------------------------

“Hi baby! I missed you!” She cooed to the cat.

“I believe he missed you too, he was uncharacteristically solemn.” He told her, hugging her from behind.

“I missed you too baby,” she told him, turning her head to look at him. He groaned.

“Could you stop that?” She fully turned around now.

“Do you really want me to stop?” She asked, getting closer to him.

“N-no,” he breathed.

“Good,” she said close to his lips. “Cause I won't. Baby.”

Loki kissed her desperately, as if he was drowning and she was air. He wanted her. He needed her.  

Pushing both of them on the bed, he got on top of her, supporting himself on his forearms.

“Y/N,” he breathed. She kissed him again and wrapped her legs around his waist.

“Loki, please.”

“Are you sure you want this?” He asked, insecure but eager. So eager. She looked at him with a softness in her eyes he had never seen before.

“Yes, I want this Loki. I want this more than I've ever wanted anything.” That was all he needed to continue.

Kissing roughly down her jaw and neck, he growled when it earned him a moan from her.

“Loki,” she whimpered. “Please.”

“What do you want, my love?” He asked, pulling away from her.

“You.” She said, looking at him with big eyes.

“You already have me,”

“Loki,” she whimpered again, pushing herself into him and making him groan.

“Use your words darling,”

“I- I want you to make love to me.” She told him as firmly as she could.

“My queen, your wish is my command.” He told her before kissing her on the lips with a softness he never thought he would show someone. Then he moved on to her cheeks, her nose, her chin, her forehead. “My little goddess, I'm going to make you feel so good…” He said in a low voice.

Hearing that made her let out a moan of pleasure, only him could make her melt with some simple words. She couldn't answer though, so she just kissed him, hard, as hard as she could to show him how much she wanted him to make her feel good.

“Loki,” she breathed when he uncovered her shoulder and bit her there. “Please.”

He understood what she meant, so in a matter of seconds they were both naked, under the covers. Feeling him like this, every part of his body pressed against her, it was heaven. A heaven she didn't know existed, but it didn't surprise her, with him everything was much better than she could imagine.

“Darling, this may hurt a bit…” He told her with furrowed brows and a look of worry. “Are you sure?” He asked one last time.

“Yes,” she breathed. “I'm so sure.” He chuckled and with that last reassurance, he put the condom on and pushed himself inside of her slowly, which made her whimper and grab his shoulder tighter.

He stayed still for a bit, waiting for her to accommodate his size, though the clenching of her inside walls were driving him insane.

“I'm ready,” she told him, nodding. He nodded in response and very slowly, painstakingly slowly, Y/N thought, he started to move inside her. “Loki!” She moaned. “Faster!”

He obeyed. He couldn't even speak, she looked so ethereal under him, furrowing her brows in pleasure; the sound of their bodies colliding with each other almost made him cum right then and there. But he waited, his only priority in that moment was her.

“Norns, you feel so good around me.” He told her in a raspy voice and she whimpered and nodded, too overwhelmed to answer with words. God, she was so happy. She loved him so much. So she decided to tell him.

“I love you,” she breathed against his lips, kissing him after. He responded with a groan and a rough kiss, with furrowed brows he nodded. He was a god but he was in love; he too was overwhelmed by all of this. She bit his lip, making him groan in pleasure.

After that everything turned a bit blurry. The movements turned more sloppy, the feeling in her lower belly felt so shattering she couldn't form a coherent thought in her head. Loki, in return, couldn't either, being too entranced by how beautiful she looked.

“Loki, I'm going to-”

“Cum for me, my sweet girl.” And she did, him following her closely after, collapsing on top of her. He pulled out but stayed there, as close to her as possible.

Once her breathing turned more steady, she started to run her hand through his hair and he sighed in contentment. He loved her with all of his heart, mind, body and soul. If he had to go through everything he ever went through to have her in the end, he would’ve done it. She would've been worth it. And with that train of thought, he fell into the arms of sleep, embraced in her warmth and the beating of her heart.

~taglist~ @mischief2sarawr  @midnights-ramblings @paetonnn @tohellwiththedevill

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The Most Delightful Betrayal

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by nattox

Loki joined the team during the New York Invasion, and Tony pretended to meet him for the first time.

Little did the Avengers know that their resident genius and the God of Mischief had been finding their way to each other's beds for years.

  Tagged as rape/non-con, but it's a consensual non-con scene.

Words: 2000, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 9 of Nattox's MCU Kink Bingo (Open Round)

Fandoms: Iron Man (Movies), The Avengers (Marvel Movies)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Rape/Non-Con

Categories: M/M

Characters: Loki (Marvel), Tony Stark, Thor (Marvel), Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Clint Barton, Steve Rogers

Relationships: Loki/Tony Stark

Additional Tags: Consensual Non-Consent, Rape Fantasy, Rape Roleplay, MCU Kink Bingo, Top Loki (Marvel), Bottom Tony Stark, Anal Sex, Dark Tony Stark, Tony Stark and Loki are the Villains, Semi-Public Sex, Light BDSM, Branding, Possessive Behavior, Evil Tony Stark, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence

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Soaring is Kinda Hard

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by iwuvspockyboi

  “Take off the armor and what are you?”

  “Genius, Billionaire, Playboy, Philanthropist.”

  “You’re just a man who has to fly in a shiny suit to make up for your cursed wings. You’re no hero. You’re evil.”

 ——————————————————————— My first ever chaptered fic.. I’m really nervous to release it! Basically, It’s an AU in which everyone has wings and you have a shape on your body somewhere that matches with your soulmate. Soulmate pairs are rare as hell and most people just ignore them.

Basically, something changed the color of Tony’s wings to black, which has a negative connotation. The fic covers his life and different points of it... I’m not great at descriptions but let’s go!

Words: 1236, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel, The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, Captain America (Movies), Iron Man (Movies)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Phil Coulson, Thor (Marvel), Clint Barton, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Nick Fury, Bruce Banner, Howard Stark, Maria Stark, Peggy Carter, Peggy Carter's Husband, James Rhodes

Relationships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Happy Hogan/Pepper Potts

Additional Tags: Past Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Angst, Wings, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Howard Stark's Bad Parenting, Steve Rogers Needs a Hug, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Kidnapping, Torture

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[peppersonironi]

Batfam/Avengers Crossover Chapter Six: Blooming Bromance

Tagging (Let me know if you want to be tagged): @the-fair-maiden-of-fandom

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Category: Gen

Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types

Relationships: Selina Kyle/Bruce Wayne, Natasha Romanov & Damian Wayne, Clint Barton & Cassandra Cain, Tim Drake & Peter Parker, Peter Parker & Tim Drake & Duke Thomas, Pamela Isley/Harleen Quinzel, Tim Drake/Kon-El | Conner Kent, Dick Grayson/Wally West, Roy Harper/Koriand'r/Jason Todd,

Characters: Bruce Wayne, Selina Kyle, Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Tim Drake, Damian Wayne, Cassandra Cain, Stephanie Brown, Barbara Gordon, Justice League (DCU), Alfred Pennyworth, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Clint Barton, Thor (Marvel), Bruce Banner, Peter Parker, Alfred the Cat (DCU), Bat-Cow (DCU), Goliath (DCU), Selina Kyle’s Cat Isis, Kate Kane (DCU), Duke Thomas,

Additional Tags: Batbrothers (DCU), Avengers Meet The Batfam, MCU/Batfam crossover, Crossover, no beta we die like robins, rated T for Jason’s language, I bleeped it out though. Just to be safe, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, canon? What’s canon?, Deaf Clint Barton,Deaf Character, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Happy Batfamily (DCU), Birdflash and joyfire are implied/referenced,

Summary: Tim hangs out with the youngest Avenger. A bromance is blooming.

Tim sighed into his mug of coffee. Everyone in his family - minus Stephanie and Babs, since they didn’t live at the manor -  had been gathered in the cave to discuss the ongoing conversation between some of the interdimensional visitors. They - consisting of Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton, Steve Rogers, and Tony Stark - seemed to have been really freaked out by some of Jason’s snide comments, and were now discussing if the bats were in fact trustworthy.

Tim blamed Jason for this whole mess. Jason couldn’t hold his stupid tounge, so now Bruce had called everyone - after Cass told him what was happening -  together to spy on their guests and work out a plan.

Their conversation wasn’t that interesting either. It was everyone going back and forth, never changing their own arguments. The most interesting thing that happened was when Stark hopped on a computer and started to do research on them. Not that they found much.

“No way in f*** are we amicable!” Jason exclaimed when the article was brought up and read aloud.

“Aw, you sure little wing?” Dick asked, elbowing Jason.

“T-t,” Damian said, rolling his eyes. “Will you two imbeciles shut up? I’m trying to listen.”

Turns out there wasn’t much more. As soon as the Avengers dispersed, Tim turned off the computer. “Now what?”

Cass frowned. “They need trust. Show them.”

Bruce nodded. “Yes, it would be best if they trust us, as we are the ones sending them home. Lack of trust might provoke unnecessary responses from them. It would be best if we can work well together.”

“Show them.” Cass repeated vehemitaly.

“I agree with Cass,” Tim replied. “We shouldn’t just tell them to trust us. That could be taken quite badly. We need to show them.”

“How?” Duke asked. “I don’t know if you guys have noticed, but you are definitely not good at showing your emotions well.”

Bruce sighed heavily. “Yes, Duke, you have made that abundantly clear in the past.” Duke smiled at that, looking rather sheepish. Bruce frowned in concentration. “Let them make the first move. If they try to question you, don’t hold anything back. Try to be friendly.” Tim noticed he directed that last part at Damian and Jason.

“Don’t hold anything back?” Jason asked, an evil smirk growing on his face. Tim shuddered inwardly at whatever gruesome tale Jason was planning on sharing.

“Within reason,” Bruce growled.

Duke stood up. “Well, that sounds good for you guys, but I have Gotham to patrol.” Duke strolled off with a decidedly self satisfied smile on his face. He clearly thought that he was getting out of sharing his life story.

Bruce sighed once more. “Very well, Duke. Good luck.”

Duke nodded his thanks as he made his way to the changing rooms to get ready for his patrol.

*****

“Dude, this is incredible!” Peter had given Tim a chance to look at his web-shooters, and Tim was being a total fangirl over it.

“Thanks,” Peter replied, seeming quite proud. “The basic design is mine, Mr. Stark supplied some improvements though.”

Tim nodded as he continued to examine the device. “Are these veins turbine pumps?”

Peter grinned. “Yup! They compress the web fluid before shooting it out through the spinneret holes which cold-draws the solution and extrudes it through the air, where it solidifies.”

“And during the process the  nylon gains a four-fold increase in tensile strength?”

“Exactly!”

Tim shook his head at the brilliance. “Wow, this is utterly brilliant!”

“Thanks! Do you want to see the chemical formula?” Peter asked. He seemed really eager to talk about it with someone his own age.

“Of course!” Tim hit his forehead. “Gosh, I’m sorry! I completely forgot you came to me to see if we could make more.”

Peter shrugged, “no worries. I’m glad you like the devices.”

Tim reached over to one of the coffee tables in the sitting room they were occupying and handing it to Peter, who promptly began to write down the formula.

Upon seeing it, Tim gasped uncontrollably. “Oh my god, this is the greatest thing I have seen in a long time!” Peter had to be a genius to come up with this, Tim decided.

Peter grinned at Tim. “Really?”

“Totally!”

“You guys done fangirling?” A voice came from the door. “ ‘cause we have some people to decimate!”

Tim looked over to find Jason leaning against the doorframe, two nerf guns in hand.

“Decimate?” Peter asked.

Jason rolled his eyes. “Capture the flag on the back lawn in five. Bring whatever non-lethal weapons you want. You can get ‘em approved before the game starts.” And with that, he strolled off.

“You guys play Capture The Flag?” Peter looked excited.

Tim stood up, organizing the notes, then setting them aside. “Yup! It can get pretty wild though. Think you can handle it?”

Peter grinned. “I think so.”

*****

“Welcome to the 67th annual Bat Fa-”

“It's not annual and you know it Dick.”

Dick pouted as he looked over at Tim. “Come on, Timbo, let me have this!”

“Drake is correct, Grayson. You are acting idiotically.”

Tim glanced over at Damian. “You’re admitting I’m right?”

Damian glowered at his brother. “Of course not.” “But you jus-”

“Are we playing or not?” Someone had managed to rope Bruce into the game, but he was being pretty snippy about it.

Dick sighed, looking defeated. “Fine. Capture the flag. You all know how to play?” Everyone nodded, except Thor.

“I am unfamiliar with this specific midgardian game.”

Dick nodded. “Ok, that’s fine. Good chance to go over the rules anyway. There are two teams, each take one side of the playing area. So each team has a flag, or item of some sort that they each place in a visible yet defendable position. Part of the team defends their flag, while the other part attempts to steal their opponents’. If you get caught on the opposite team's territory, they put you in jail. Only one of your teammates can get you out, by tapping you. Get it?”

Everyone nodded. “Good. A few extra rules that must be followed,” Dick looked pointedly at Jason and Damian as he continued, “ include: no maiming. Serious injuries of most kinds are off limits. Lethal weapons are also out, unless you know how to use them nonlethally. You are also not allowed to leave the playing area at any point. Nor are you allowed to use cookies as bait in any traps. Especially Alfred’s cookies.”

Dick looked pointedly at Tim during the last rule, much to Tim’s chagrin. It had been one time!

“And finally, no touching Alfred’s shrubbery.” Everyone with the exception of the Avengers cringed at that. “Everyone understand?”

There was a chorus of “Yups” “Yes’s” and “f*** yeah, b****!” Tim didn’t need to be the world’s second greatest detective to guess where that last one came from.

“Good,” Dick said, grinning. “We’ll have two teams. Captains are Bruce and me. Let’s get into a line and start dividing.”

Tim got in line, grumbling slightly. A few of the Avengers had also joined, specifically Peter, Thor, and Banner. Tim wasn’t sure how much of a help Banner could be without “Hulking out” as Peter put it, but the guy seemed smart. It seemed like it would be an interesting game.

“Lil’ D!” Dick called, quite predictably. Damian grumbled and walked over to Dick’s side.

Bruce took longer to choose. He examined the faces of each person, one by one. “Tim.” Tim smiled, he had been expecting Dick to choose him, but with Bruce, Tim didn’t have to deal with the demon brat.

Dick chose Thor next, then Bruce chose Jason. They continued back and forth till Dick’s team consisted of Damian, Thor, and Banner. Bruce had chosen Tim, Jason, and Peter. Cassandra had opted to Referee the game, much to everyone’s relief. They could play everyone against Cass, and his sister would still win.

“Flags?” Cass asked once everyone had assembled with their teams.

“I got these from Alfred!” Dick said as he grabbed two large banners from beside a tree. One was Green, the other Blue.

Cass nodded. “You get Blue. Bruce, green.” Once Dick had handed the other banner to Bruce, Cass continued. “Ten minutes to plan and hide flags. Then go.”

They split up, Tim following right behind Bruce. “Ideas?” he asked when they were all in the cover of the trees that they had chosen for their side.

“The flag will go up in the old oak tree, as high as you can get it, Peter. I want Jason on Guard Duty near the tree, I’ll be farther out doing a border patrol. Tim and Peter, you’re both on infiltration duty. Skirt the sides as much as possible. Dick will most likely be trying to cross over, avoid him if you can. Watch out for Damian, too. He'll be joining Dick. Thor will most likely be guarding their flag along with Banner. He won’t be able to resist the pun. They should be pretty easy to take down.” Bruce paused for a moment, thinking. “Dick will probably place his banner somewhere near the westward fountain. Use the ivy wall to the east as cover.”

Everyone nodded, and separated. Peter scrambled up the oak tree with ease, and placed the banner at the literal top. It’d be almost impossible for anyone to reach it, but Tim knew Dick would love the challenge.

A couple minutes later, the guard routes were established, and Tim had shown Peter the way to the flag by drawing a diagram in the dirt. Tim quickly wiped it away, however, when Cass sounded an Airhorn. Tim had no idea where she had gotten it, but didn’t bother trying to figure it out. Tim sprinted to the side almost immediately, Peter right behind them. They wove through the trees, keeping to the shadows. Peter wasn’t nearly as stealthy as Tim, but they both kept out of sight.

Right as they were about to cross over the border, Tim stopped them. “Let’s get an aerial view before we proceed.”

“Sounds good,” Peter replied as they started to climb a nearby tree. Turns out it was the right choice, because they were awarded front row seats to Bruce grabbing Damian by his collar.

“Not today, Damian. You’re going to jail.” Bruce smiled fondly as he carried his youngest son away from the border and off to the previously chosen prison.

“Grayson!” Damian shreeked. “How dare you abandon me! Unhand me this instant, Father! Grayson! You shall rue the day I make my escape! This insult has not gone unnoticed! I refuse to be kept against my will by plebeians! You had better drop everything to assist me Grayson, or -”

Damian’s outraged voice slowly faded away as he was hauled off.

“Oof,” Peter said. “Think Dick will get him out?”

Tim snorted before shaking his head. “Knowing Dick, he’ll be remorseful for a bit before completely forgetting about the kid.”

Peter nodded. “Well, one less person we have to deal with, right?”

Tim grinned. “Yup! We should probably get going.”

*****

“Mmff! Mfffff-mmmf!”

“I think we did a good job, whattaya say, bug-boy?” Tim and Peter grinned down at a bound and gagged Thor and Banner. Both trying and failing to escape their bonds.

“I think we did quite well, bird-boy.” Peter replied. “But we should probably get going.”

Tim nodded as he plucked the banner from atop the fountain, right where Bruce said it would be.

“Let’s go!” they race off towards the border.

It didn’t take them long for them to reach the wide patch of grass marked with a hastily placed length of rope, but their path was blocked. Thor had managed to get out of Peter’s webs, and chased after them. He stood  facing them, his hammer out, pointing at their chests.

“Halt! I must not allow you any further.”

Tim grinned. “Bet I can take him down first.”

Peter grinned right back. “You’re on!”

Togather, they charged the norse god. Peter was flipped over Thor’s shoulder, shooting his webs out and pulling Thor’s helmet over his eyes, though he quickly pulled it up again. Tim unleashed a flurry of batarangs, which Thor dodged. This, however, set him off balance. Tim activated a smoke bomb, and expertly navigated the limited visuals to attack Thor, who was in the process of throwing Peter to the ground.

When the smoke cleared, Thor was once again on his back, taken down by Tim. Peter was also on his back.

“You okay there, Peter?”

Peter groaned and rolled over. “Yup. You won, though.”

Tim crowed. “Hah! Yeah, I did!” He offered his hand to his downed companion. You did a good job too though. We make a great team.”

Peter stood, and together they crossed over the border holding the banner just as Dick came out of the trees being chased by both Jason and Bruce.

“Aw, crap.” Dick said upon seeing Peter and Tim already back on their own territory.

Almost immediately, Cass appeared. A newly freed Banner also appeared. Well, he limped out of the trees.

“Team Grumpy Wins,” Cass says triumphantly. It took a moment for Tim to realise what she had said.

“Wait, I thought we didn’t use team names?”

Cass smiled and pointed at Bruce. “Grumpy.” She then turned to Dick. “Happy.”

Jason smirked. “That’s an accurate assessment.”

He and Cass high-fived.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Dick said good naturedly. “Good job guys. You up for another round?”

“Different teams this time,” Tim replied.

Dick smiled, “Sounds good! Maybe Dami should lead this time.” Dick’s eyes widened. “Crap! Damian!”

Everyone burst into laughter as Dick sprinted towards Team Grumpy’s jail.

[marvelreversebigbang]

That Girl's A Genius

Title: That Girl's A Genius Word Count: 18918 Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Rating:  E Pairing(s): Bucky/Natasha, Steve/Bucky, Clint/Natasha Character(s): James "Bucky" Barnes, Natasha Romanov, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Clint Barton, Thor, Sam Wilson, Carol Danvers, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Pepper Potts, Avengers Team Tags: Avengers Tower, Strip Poker, One Night Stands, Friends to Lovers, Lovers For Now, Drinking, Jealous Steve Rogers, Jealous Clint Barton, Exhibitionism, Dom/sub Play, Pegging, Subspace, BuckyNat is for now, Stucky and Clintasha are endgame, Scheming, Lingerie, Feminization, Bottom Bucky Barnes, Sub Bucky Barnes, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence

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Summary: Natasha looks up at Bucky with an evil look on her face, and before Bucky has a chance to say hello or ask her what she’s doing here, she smiles like a shark and says, “I have a plan.”

Bucky lets her in.

“A plan for what?” he asks, gesturing toward his sofa to invite Natasha to sit.

“To get Steve to pull his head out of his ass,” Natasha answers, “and finally act on how he feels about you.”

Bucky stares at her, blinking. “How he what?” he squeaks. Very dignified.

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Steve waffles, Bucky pines, and Natasha schemes. Author: Jehans twitter

Artist: @capdeady​ twitter