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kitkatfat15 · 4 years ago

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(WIP) Avengers Among Us Fanfic

My Avengers Among Us fanfic so far. It is still a work in progress and I would appreciate feed back on it. That being said, please do not copy my work in any way. If you are inspired by it and want to make something similar, totally fine. Just... Don’t steal my story. Also, IronStrange is my endgame for this.

Red- Tony Stark...

Blue- Stephen Strange, Peter Parker...

Orange- Natasha...

White-Steve Rogers...

Grey- Bucky Barnes...

Black- Aldrich Killian

Tan-Obadiah Stane...

Cyan- Wanda Maximoff...

Yellow- Clint Barton…

Green- Bruce Banner...X

Pink- Maria hill

Purple- Maya Hansen...X

Brown-Fury

Lime- Betty Ross…

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Room 1- Orange, Yellow, Green

Room 2- lime, cyan, purple

Room 3- White, Grey, Tan

Room 4- Blue, Blue, Red

Room 5-Black, Pink, Brown

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Tony leaned against the wall and stared at his new crew mates. He looked around and caught Killian’s eyes. He scowled. He hates that guy. Maybe this time he can push his murders on him and convince the crew to vote him out.

Obie looked at him and nodded. Tony shuddered. He couldn’t stand that guy either. They had gone on a mission a while ago and Obadiah tried to blame everything on him. Luckily he had an alibi, but still.

A kid in a blue suit came bounding over towards him. “It’s amazing, isn’t it.” He said. Tony nodded in agreement. “It is, kid. It is.” Tony hummed. “So, what’s a kid like you doing on a ship like this?”

The kid smiled. “Me and my dad are heading towards Alpha Six. He has some friends over there. We’re going to be staying with them for a few weeks. Oh! I never introduced myself! I’m Peter Parker.” Peter held out a hand and Tony accepted it. ‘Poor kid.’ He thinks, ‘Probably never going to make it there.’ Tony winces.

“I’m Tony.” Tony can tell the kid is smiling behind his visor. “Well it’s been nice to meet you Mr. Tony, but I have to get back to my dad.” The kid waves goodbye and walks back over to the person in the other blue suit.

The guy in the white suit calls everyone around. “Hello everybody, my name is Steve and I am the captain of this ship. We should be reaching our first destination, Alpha four, in around 10 days. I assume you're all tired, so I’ll show you to your quarters. There's three a room.” The captain leads the crew, and the three imposters, to a door. When he opened it there was a small common room with a few doors on the wall. Next to each door there was a holographic screen with names.

“The room with your name on it is yours.” The crew went around looking for their rooms. Tony spotted his and hummed. Looks like he’s staying with the two blues, Peter and his dad, Stephen Strange. In the room there was a storage area for bags, three small beds, and a vent on the floor. ‘Perfect.’ Tony thought. ‘Time to get settled in.’

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Peter was so excited. He had been on the ship for a day now and everything was so cool! He only has a few daily tasks, since he was so young. But that was okay. He was just glad to help. Peter hummed a little tune as he walked into admin and pulled out his swipe card. He quickly swiped the card and left the room, heading towards O2 so he could clear out the O2 filter. He passed Mr. Tony on his way down, and waved hello.

Peter got in the room and pushed the leaves out of the vent. He wondered how the leaves got in there in the first place. He shrugged and looked at his watch. It was time to meet his dad. He passed a few people on his way there. They all seemed friendly enough though. He entered the cafeteria and found his father downloading documents. “Hey dad!”

“Hey Pete.” His dad mummers. Peter was confused. His dad has been acting really odd lately. Ever since he had done the download yesterday. Peter shrugged. It was probably nothing to worry about. Suddenly both of their comms beeped and flashed red. It said to meet everyone at the cafeteria table with the red button. His dad sighed and cancelled to download. They both walked over and sat at the table.

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When Tony got the message he knew one of them had been busy. He quickly stood up from where he had been sitting in storage and walked towards the cafeteria. When he got there only Cyan, Yellow, Green, and Purple were missing. He pulled out the open seat next to Peter and sat down. Pretty soon Cyan, Yellow, and Green showed up.

The captain, white, put his helmet in his hands. “Maya Hansen was found dead in Communications. We are unsure of who did it, but one thing we know now is that there is at least one imposter on this ship.” Tony felt Peter tense up next to him. Peter raised his hand. “Yes Peter?” White asked. “What is an imposter and what do you mean by at least one?” Tony heard his voice crack a bit and could see tears in the kids eyes. Probably the first murder he’s ever been in contact with. For some reason that made Tony’s stomach clench at the thought.

White sighed. “An imposter is an alien who looks human, but isn’t. They have tentacles, are super strong, and can see in the dark. Those are the only confirmed signs of an imposter. The reason I said at least one, is they like to travel in pairs or groups.” Steve ranked his eyes along everyone at the table. “S-so Ms. Maya’s murderer is sitting here with us at the table right now?” White nodded grimly. Tony felt Peter start to tremble besides him.

“Now, where was everyone right now?” They went around in a circle telling everyone where they were and what they were doing until it got to Tony. “I was getting gasoline for the reactor.” Peter nodded. “It’s true, I saw him on my way to O2 to clean out the filter. Before that I went to admin to swipe my card. And after cleaning the filter I went to find my dad and help with downloads.” Tony was surprised. Why was this kid covering for him? He should be scared out of his wits.

Tony watched him out of the corner of his eye and noticed the kid was shaking. ‘I think he might be scared out of his wits after all.’ He thought to himself. White nodded at Peter, accepting his answer. After the rest had told where they were white decided they should vote for who they think did it. Everyone skipped, there was no solid proof. Well, except for the traces of blood on Killian's suit, but they couldn’t see or smell that.

After everyone voted, the meeting ended and Tony walked up to bigger blue, Stephen. “Hey, your name’s Stephen, right?” He asked. Stephen nodded warily. “Do you mind if I stay with you guys? I don’t feel safe traveling around on my own.” Stephen looked at Peter who was giving him a thumbs up. “Fine. You can stay with us.” Tony smiled beneath his visor. “Let’s get to work.”

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Tony smiled as Peter rambled on about the wires he was working on. He had been with Peter and Stephen for around 2 days now, and they had reached an agreement. When Stephen wasn’t with them, Tony watched and protected Peter. It was a good thing too because Tony had seen Killian slinking around, trying to find another victim.

“Hey Tony?” Peter caught his attention. “Yeah kid?” Peter fiddled with the wires, thinking about what to say. “Do… Do you think whoever killed Ms. Maya is going to kill someone else? Do you think we’re safe?” Tony felt a weight settle at the bottom of his stomach. He was one of the imposters. He had killed people before. People like Peter and Stephen. Tony shook those thoughts off. “Kid, I honestly don’t know. But one thing I do know is that we’re safe if we stay together.” It was true. Tony has grown fond of Peter and his father. He wouldn’t let anyone hurt them. Peter smiled weakly from behind his visor. “I’m sure you’re right Tony.” He went back to working on the wires.

Tony took a deep breath and steeled his resolve. He had to kill someone soon. If he didn’t the others might be suspicious. He caught a glimpse of Cyan passing the door. He noticed no one was with her. He would get her tonight, while everyone was sleeping and no one, not Peter or Stephen would be any the wiser.

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After everyone had gone to bed and all was still, Tony quietly got out of bed and creaked open the vent, slipping inside nimbly. It was a bigger vent and therefore easy to crawl through. He took a left and was now under a vent cover. He slowly pushed the cover and pulled himself up. Cyan and lime were sleeping soundly. Hansen was their other roommate, but she was dead.

Tony slipped the knife out of his suit and stood above cyan, posed to strike. As he was about to slash down and end the girl, he thought of Peters trusting eyes and Stephens happy smile as he made a joke. He lowered the knife. He would do it tomorrow he decided. He slipped back into the vent, back to his own room. Both Peter and Stephen were still asleep. He slowly closed the vent and slipped under his covers.

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Peter was slightly suspicious, but mostly he was just scared. Last night he woke up when he heard a bang. When he looked over, his dad was still asleep, but Tony was gone. He didn’t think anything of it. He probably had to use the bathroom, no big deal. As he was almost asleep, he heard another bang and saw someone exit the vent and crawl into the bed next to his dad’s. Peter had fallen back asleep before anything else had happened. But now he was scared. Was Tony one of the imposters? He… He couldn’t be. Tony would never hurt Peter. Then why did Peter see him exit the vents? Peter knew he should call an emergency meeting and tell everybody what he had seen, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it.

Peter was broken out of his thoughts by a loud rumble. He realised it was his stomach. He blushed and Tony chuckled. “Hey kid, do you wanna go find your dad and get some lunch?” Peter nodded, still bright red. He shut the wire panel and followed Tony to communications, where his dad was. When they got just around the corner they saw Tan outside of the door, about to go in. Tony cleared his throat and the man spun around, shoving something metallic in his suit pocket.

———-

When Tony had seen him there his heart had almost leapt out of his chest. He cleared his throat and Obadiah spun around, shoving a knife in his pocket. Tony gave him a teeth filled grin. “Hey, Obie! What are you doing here?” He said with false cheer. He heard Stephen get up and walk out of the room. He looked at Obadiah in confusion. “Hey Stephen, we were just looking for you! Peter was getting hungry.” Stephen glanced at Obie out of the corner of his eye. “Let’s get going.” He said. As they were walking away, Tony felt Obie’s sharp glare on his back. He put his arm around Peter, shielding him from Obadiah's glare.

After they ate lunch they stayed together for their tasks. Tony Insisted on it. He didn’t want either of the other imposters to get any ideas. That night when both Peter and Stephen were asleep, Tony heard someone clanking in the vents. Tony reaches over to a pile of his stuff and pulled out a gun. He put his finger on the trigger and held down enough for it to emit a slight whirring sound. The person in the vents went the other way. Tony didn’t sleep that night and the next morning Green was found dead in his room by his roommates Yellow and Orange.

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Peter sat close to his Father and Tony during the meeting. Mr Bruce had died last night. Anyone could have done it. Peter knew for a fact that Tony hadn’t slept last night due to the dark circles under his eyes. Peter had also spotted a gun almost fully hidden under some clothes in their room. But that was crazy. Tony couldn’t have killed Mr. Bruce. Peter knew that he had been found with his neck snapped, not with a gun wound. ‘Importers are strong. Tony still could have done it.’ A traitorous voice whispers to him. The sound of Ms. Betty’s sobs break him out of his thoughts. Peter knew Mr. Bruce and Ms. Betty were dating. He felt bad for her.

Ms. Wanda was comforting Ms. Betty. Everybody but Ms. Wanda and Ms. Betty skipped voting. Peter didn’t know who they voted for, but it wasn’t enough to get anyone thrown out of the ship. It took everyone longer to do their tasks because no one wanted to be alone. Peter caught Tony watching Mr. Killian and Mr Stane. Peter didn’t trust those two anymore, not since he had seen an almost invisible stain on Mr. Killian’s suit and the knife Mr. Obadiah had tried to hide from him and Tony. If they hadn’t gotten there, who knows what would have happened to his dad.

———-

Later that day, when Tony had left Peter and Stephen to use the bathroom, he was cornered. He heard the door slam shut and someone grabbed him from behind with black tentacles. Killian. Tony grabbed his knife and slashed downwards, spilling black blood. The tentacles released him and he was forced to dodge as a power blast went right by him. He grabbed his gun and shot at Killian. He knew he got a good shot in due to the inhuman shriek that he released. Killian went down the vent and Tony was left shaking. Oh god. Killian had almost killed him. He holstered his gun and picked back up the black stained knife. He wasn’t safe anymore. He had to get rid of Killian. He made a dash towards the cafeteria and hit the emergency meeting button.

When everyone arrived he got straight to the point. “I was going to the bathroom when I saw Killian vent.” Silence. “When he saw me he attacked and I was forced to fight back. I grabbed his gun and shot him before he retreated.” They looked at the black blood on his suit and the badly hidden hole on Killian’s suit. “I believe him.” Peter said. “The day after Ms. Maya was killed, I saw something on Killian’s suit. I think it was blood, but I didn’t say anything because I didn’t want people to think I was suspicious.” There were Nods in agreement, while Killian sat there simmering in rage. After everyone had voted, white took out his dart gun and shot Killian. There was a horrible shriek and Killian released his tentacles, trying to kill one of them. Tony shoved Peter and Stephen behind him, trying to shield them, when Killian went down for the count, unconscious. White holstered his gun. “military grade sleep darts.” He said.

Tony looked around. Peter was shaking in fright and being comforted by his dad, some of Pink’s suit had been torn away, and Yellow’s visor had been cracked. Tony watched as White and Grey dragged Killian to the airlock before turning back to Peter. “Are you okay?” The kid asked him. Tony gave a small smile. “Yeah I’m fine kid. Why don’t you go see if you can help yellow with his visor.” Peter shakily nodded and went to help yellow. Tony caught Stephen side eyeing him, before turning around to go help Peter.

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Peter pursed his lips as he put glue in the cracks of the visor. Peter was glad Tony was able to fight the imposter and report him, but that didn’t answer how. According to what Peter had heard, imposters were extremely fast and strong. So how did Tony manage to hurt then escape Killian? Peter was starting to think his guess that Tony was an importer was correct. He sighed and kept putting on glue. What would he do if Tony was an imposter? Could he bring himself to report the older man? Peter was brought out of his thoughts by a hand on his shoulder. It was Grey, Mr. Bucky.

“Are you okay kid? I know it can be a lot to deal with, especially for a young teen like you.” Peter sighed and nodded. “I feel overwhelmed. I mean, what was supposed to be a peaceful journey has turned into a horror show. And to think that there are more imposters like him on the ship…” Peter shuddered at the thought. Mr. Bucky squeezed his shoulder comfortingly. “I’m sure everything will turn out alright kid, just, try to stay safe.” Peter nodded and Mr. Bucky left.

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spideyanakin · 4 years ago

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Rush (t.h)

summary - (f1 driver!reader) chris hemsworth gushes about you because you’re his favorite f1 driver - little does he know you’re dating Tom

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“YESSS WOOOO WOOOO, OH MY GOD," all of the sudden Chris Hemsworth’s booming voice echoed through the studio as he looked down at his phone, and started frantically dancing around set, totally disturbing the scene between Peter Parker and Loki.

“Um Chris?” Taika turned to him with raised eyebrows. “This take was actually really good...”

“What’s going on now?” Tom Hiddleston chuckled when he saw the sparks in Chris’s eyes and his little dance.

“Y/n just won this race!” He almost screamed. “This means that if she ends 3rd, 2nd, or first in the next she’s world champion? Beating Lewis Hamilton?” He looked amazed and kept waving his arms around. "WOOO SHE'S GOING TO BE WORLD CHAMPION AGAIN," he continued chanting and dancing like a crazy man.

Chris had been on the edge of his seat all season. You were his favorite driver, being the only girl on the grid he admired your courage in a men’s world like formula one.

Unfortunately, you didn’t win last season, Hamilton had caught up with you on the last few races, and that had pissed him off. So today, he was happy you were winning.

“Wait she won?” Tom realized, a bright smile painting his face when he realized that you were indeed on the road to becoming world champion for the second time since you joined F1.

“YES! Can you believe this! It’s her fifth season and she’s already about to score second-time world champion!” He gushed.

Taika and Tom Hiddleston looked at each other.

“I understand that’s it’s very impressive but we have work to do.” Taika chuckled. “You can celebrate tonight.”

That evening Tom got out of his trailer, proudly wearing your merch t-shirt, with your name and number written in bulk. He walked towards the dining room and his shirt didn’t go unnoticed by Chris.

“AH TASTE!” He patted Tom on the shoulder.

Tom shrugged “What can I tell you? Taste indeed.”

“I’m so happy she won the race.” He shook his head. “Show those guys she’s better. Girl power. This is the type of people I want my kids to look up to.”

“Yeah.” Tom had a small smile on his lips as he heard Chris only say good things about you.

“Plus like she’s like the nicest person. I met her at Silverstone last year, she was just the best.”

“Yeah she’s amazing isn’t she?” Tom felt his cheeks coat with a light blush. “I met her two years ago in Monaco actually.” Tom nodded.

“Oh really? That’s amazing. She’s been my fav driver ever since she joined f1"

“Yeah definitely.” He agreed. As if on cue Tom’s phone rang with your name on it. He smiled when he looked down at his screen. “Sorry that’s my girlfriend. Ive been waiting for her to call me back, I’ll be right back.”

“Congratulations! This is so amazing.” Tom cheered once he was outside of the building.

“I know it’s insane!” You giggled. “It’s such a shame you couldn’t be here! Did you get to watch the race?” You wondered, your smile evident from the other side of the line.

“Unfortunately no... I hoped that we were going to wrap up before it finished, but I knew that you were the winner by a screaming Chris Hemsworth who was watching it while waiting. But I watched the highlights, well done, you were amazing as always.” He pointed out. “Chris is a huge fan by the way.”

“Yeah, I know.” You smiled. “I met him and Daniel Bruhl at Silverstone last season. They were real fans I can tell you that. And honestly being complimented by them saying I was one of the best drivers since Niki Lauda didn’t just make my day but my life. Can you believe it? They had to watch so many of their races to become their characters and they tell me im as good as these legends?” You bit your lip. “Insane.”

“Yeah.” Tom chuckled, loving your enthusiasm. “You are the best though.”

“Stop it.” You giggled. “You’re saying that because I’m your girlfriend.”

“BUT IT’S TRUE! You're both amazing and my girlfriend” He chuckled.

Suddenly Tom heard chanting and screaming from behind. He recognized the voices of some fellow drivers and smiled to himself.

“I’m sorry Tom I have to go. They insisted on celebrating.”

“It’s alright love, you deserve it, have fun”

“Thank you, I love you, bye!”

“Love you too.” You hung up leaving a giddy smiled Tom behind.

He walked back to the dining room and sat back next to Chris.

“Sorry, she calling me to celebrate her victory.” He smiled.

“Oh really? What did she win?” Tom smirked when Chris asked the question.

“Nothing special,” He shrugged. “Just today’s Grand Prix.”

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spidernerdsblog · 4 years ago

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(Tom x actress reader read thirst tweets. Requested : @reindeer-loki )

A/N : totally inspired by the BuzzFeed thirst tweets videos. Here Tom and reader are just good friends. Hope you like this.

Pairing : Tom Holland x actress! Reader (platonic)

Warnings : thirst tweets I guess

“You guys ready?” the director asked.

“Hell yeah hit us with whatever you got” Tom says rubbing his palms excitedly as you checked your makeup in the mirror for the one last time.

“Ok roll camera” the director instructs

“Rolling” the camera operator confirms

“Roll sound”

“Rolling” the sound operator confirms

The assistant director whacked the clapper board prompting you guys to start

“Hello I’m Tom Holland” he starts looking at the camera.

“And I’m Y/N Y/LN”

“And today we shall be reading your-” he pauses

“Thirst tweets” you give a dramatic effect to your voice while trailing your hand down your throat seductively as everyone chuckles.

“I think we should exchange, you read mine’s and I read yours” you propose

“Yeah that would be fun” he agrees as you both exchange your flasks filled with paper chits.

“Ok let’s start” you take out a paper “someone make Tom Holland read thirst tweets please” you read out loud “your wish has definitely been fulfilled sweety” you say crumpling the paper away. Tom takes out a paper from his flask and reads out

“The sole reason for global warming is Y/N Y/LN coz she’s hot as hell”

“I would take that as a compliment thank you” you acknowledged sweetly “These are quite mellow I really expected the worse” you remark while taking out another piece of paper.

“Oh no we’re going there” you smirked looking at the paper “Tom Holland fuck me in the ass with that English accent” you looked at Tom intently.

“If that would be possible I would” he chuckles “But if you do wanna be fucked in your arse with an English accent there’s certainly more English people than me like Benedict Cumberbatch or Tom Hiddleston”

“Yeah you do have a light English accent” you snickered as Tom went to read the next.

“Y/N Y/L/N is my all time crush. She can rock my world and leave like it never happened”

“OK” you remarked taking out another paper “Tom Holland in glasses owns my ass”

“Congratulations now I’m the owner of your bottoms” he says with a slight uneasiness as you burst out laughing.

“If Y/N Y/L/N just touches me I’m gonna c*m then and there” Tom read out another one.

“I don’t think that’s normal you know what I mean like health wise, you should really see a doctor” you advise drawing out a few laughs from the crew members.

“Tom Holland spit in my mouth challenge” you read the next.

“People just write these” Tom scrunches his face “And you guys just found these like hey people like...” he trails off opening another chit.

“I just love Y/N Y/L/N’s boobs they are fantastic” he reads out smiling playfully as you felt a little flustered “couldn’t agree more mate” he winks at the camera

“Well thank you they are 100% natural” you say boldly with a smirk.

“Tom Holland, choke me daddy with those arms” you read out

“Another child of mine I didn’t know about” Tom jokes as you all went into a fit of laughter.

“Thirsty child” you add giggling.

“Y/N Y/L/N can murder this bussy” Tom read out

“How do I do that? Plus I don’t wanna get arrested for murder” you shrug “I really like how they used bussy instead of the actual word” you snickered before taking out a chit.

“Okay another one Tom Holland’s Peter Parker can fill me up with that radioactive c*m…” you paused and started laughing uncontrollably at the tweet “oh god I don’t think I can read this” you say looking at the camera and then showing the paper to Tom. His eyes went wide reading it.

“That was fucking far out” he exclaims picking another piece of paper.

“Me and my boyfriend think of having threesome with Y/N Y/LN at least three times a day”

“No offense babe but do I look like a fucking third to you?” you sass then break into a giggle.

“Tom Holland can slice me with that perfect jawline and I would say thank you” you read.

“What’s with people being so violent? Everyone wants to be murdered or cut by something or choked. It’s a wild world out there” Tom remarks with a questioning look on his face.

“Y/N sit on my face” Tom reads out “it feels like I’m asking you to sit on my face” he cackles

“No I won’t” you state plainly looking at the camera.

“Tom Holland let me have a bite of those juicy peaches” you started laughing as you read it

“I don’t know what to say” he shrugs bashfully as you lean back to check out his ass with a mischievous smile as the production crew broke into laughter.

“I’m sorry I had a really inappropriate joke in my mind” you said to them

“What? What is it?” Tom asks curiously

“That can’t be said on camera you just need to have the same level of dirty mind like mine to understand” someone laughs at that loudly from the back.

“Oh I think he understood” you point at the man with a toothy grin.

“C’mon say it to me” he nudges you as you lean to whisper in his ears. He gives you a disgusted look and then looks at the camera clearing his throat, you were giggling the whole time.

“Ok moving on. Y/N Y/L/N deserves all the love in the world”

“Aww that's so sweet of you” you smiled as you fished out another paper.

“Tom Holland's bulge thoooo he can dick this bussy anytime”

“It's just socks, that's not real. It’s just stuffing, I'm on screen, in underwear. I gotta look convincing” he says dramatically shrugging his shoulders.

“If I had Y/N Y/L /N boobs I could rule the world”

“Girl you can rule the world with boobs or without boobs. Just go for it” you say with sass.

“Oh thank god this is the last one” you sigh “I’m just a hole for Tom Holland”

“You gotta be more than that darling, if you want to be in here” he points to his heart with suave in his voice.

“Oof we made it!” you heave a sigh of relief “some of them shouldn’t make the cut honestly”

“Thanks guys for watching,” you both said in a chorus.

“And cut!” the director announces.

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khalixascorner · 2 years ago

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Be My Baby Mama Pt 10

Summary: Peter and SIM Tony accidentally end up pregnant when they spend a heat together. They decide to keep the pup but how are a superhero and a supervillain supposed to do this whole parenting thing? And what's everyone else going to say when they find out?

“Umm, Mr. Stark, can I ask you something kind of personal?” Peter asked, not sure if he was going insane or if it was actually possible. Stark raised an eyebrow but gestured for him to go on. “Are you on birth control?” Stark just looked at him like he had grown a second head, then paled for a moment before his expression totally locked down behind a blank mask.

Read on AO3 Chap 1 Chap 2 Chap 3 Chap 4 Chap 5 Chap 6 Chap 7 Chap 8 Chap 9

Tags: Peter Parker/Tony Stark, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Peter Parker, Omega Tony Stark, Mafia AU, Mob Boss Tony Stark, Villain Tony Stark, Mafia Typical Violence, no smut guys, It's all fluff, A little angst, Mpreg, Mating, SIM Tony Stark, sorta, Superior Iron Man Vol 1. (2015), Age Difference, Aged-Up Peter Parker, baby Stark, Crack Treated Seriously, Just a crack taken seriously fic where Peter and Tony get pregnant, have a pup, and fall in love, Tony is very bossy and Peter says Yes Omega all the time

All told, it took six months for Peter to move on from the kidnapping. During that time, Tony fully immersed himself in both of his businesses. He had been worried that stepping away would give people the impression that he wasn’t in control, and after a kidnapping like that, it was even more important to make a strong showing. So Iron Man was back, but Spider-Man had yet to make a reappearance. Peter could, if he wanted to. Penny was old enough and loved spending time with Pepper and the others, but Peter didn’t feel the call to throw himself in danger for strangers anymore. Especially now that they knew, and many had decided they didn’t want his help because he wasn’t human enough for them.

After years of trying to keep his identity secret, all it took was SHIELD deciding to run a smear campaign to destroy it. Of course that worked a lot worse for them when Tony had retaliated by pointing out why Peter had destroyed half their compound. Even the media didn’t approve of what had been done to Penny, so they withheld judgment on Peter’s actions that day.

Of course, that didn’t stop them judging his other actions, like mating with Iron Man and having the audacity to start a family. Or their judgment when they found out he was clearly enhanced and far stronger than the average superhero, let alone baseline humans. Their comments had not been kind.

Had Tony not been by his side, Peter would have collapsed under the negative attention. As it was, Tony’s crew closed ranks around him, protecting him from the worst of the backlash and throwing their political capital around until Spider-Man was a topic that was left alone. It had felt wrong, hiding behind Tony and the others, but this was a fight Peter had no hope of winning without their resources. Spider-man had been tolerated, but he didn’t have the following that heroes like the Avengers did.

He still wore the bracers though.

The thought of something happening and being without a suit, without an up-link to Karen and Jarvis, was intolerable. So he wore the bracers religiously.

Even in instances like now, there he was buttoning up a suit jacket over them, dressed to the nines to go as Tony’s plus one to one of the Omega’s many functions.

“Everything will be fine,” Tony said, giving the alpha a once over. “Security is tight, Penny will be home with Platypus, and everything is going to go just fine.”

Peter nodded, taking a deep breath and trying to convince himself that Tony was right. And his senses would warn him if it wasn’t, so all he could do was stick close to Tony in case he needed to react.

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Sticking close turned out to be quite easy, as Tony seemed intent on showing him off to every single person that was in attendance. The names and faces blurred together as the night wore on and Peter groaned anytime Tony perked up, pointing out yet another person he just had to meet.

“Did I do something to piss you off?” Peter asked in one of their few quiet moments. “Because this is torture and I swear I hadn’t done anything to make you want to torture me.”

“Oh, stop complaining,” Tony said with a huff, though he still gave Peter a gentle smile and ran his fingers through the alpha’s hair soothingly. “It’s all part of the business, that’s all. I’m making sure they realize that you’re mine, and by doing this, no one can claim that they didn’t realize who you were if they try anything.”

“You’re always protecting me,” Peter said softly, leaning into his hand. “I don’t know how I got lucky enough that you decided to keep me, but I’m so glad you did.”

“Wasn’t luck at all,” Tony said firmly. “I saw this amazing, talented, cute alpha, and just had to scoop him up all for myself.”

Tony leaned in and kissed Peter deeply. It was both domineering and sweet, and the emotion Tony was clearly trying to convey took Peter’s breath away. It had been so long since Peter had felt loved unconditionally but he thought he recognized it now. Tony had been trying to tell him for awhile, but he wasn’t ready to hear it.

For once, Peter took control of the kiss back from Tony, trying to tell him without words that he felt the same. Trying to tell him that he was drowning in Tony’s very being but that he’d gladly live without air if it meant being by Tony’s side for even those few minutes, because he was helplessly, hopelessly in love with the Omega.

There was heat in their love, of course, but there was also a tempered warmth that settled in his bones. And Peter realized that he really would do anything for his beloved. It was selfish, by the old rules he had once lived by, but really perhaps, they’d been too selfless all along. Peter Parker had been left by the wayside, consumed by his devotion to Spider Man.

“Are you alright?” Tony asked, pulling back and looking at Peter with concern written across his face.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Peter said, putting his forehead to Tony’s. “Just realized something is all.”

“Oh?”

“I’m not a hero anymore,” Peter said calmly. “Or rather, Spider Man isn’t.”

“And what makes you say that?” Tony asked.

“I-”

Peter never got to finish the sentence as his Spidey Senses went off. His suit reacted instantly as he yanked Tony with him, away from whatever was triggering it. A rumble shook the building and the wall caved in where they had been standing just moments before.

Tony suited up and Peter stuck to his side as they hunted for the cause of the explosion. Peter focused on his Spidey sense, honing in on where the threat was as his eyes darted around.

“Any luck on the scans?” Peter asked, knowing Karen and Jarvis were hard at work.

“Nothing yet but we’ll find something,” Tony said grimly. “And then we’ll be having words with our uninvited guest.”

Another blast went off in front of them and Peter threw himself out of the way.

“Uninvited? Only because you decided to ice me out after my father took you down a few notches,” a voice said from the smoke. “I could have taken us to the next level and instead you bring in strays to carry on their legacy.”

“Zeke.”

Tony’s voice was sharp as he said the name, and Peter wondered what had caused such hate between them.

“Oh, so you remember me? I suppose I should be thankful for that,” ‘Zeke’ said, stepping out of the smoke wearing something that looked like a bastardized Iron Man armor. “You know our dads used to think you wouldn’t be able to carry SI into the future, at least not without a strong Alpha by your side.”

“Of course I knew,” Tony spat. “They were hardly subtle. Clearly, they were wrong though.”

“I’m not so sure,” Zeke said, appearing thoughtful. “After all, you mated that spider and even carried its pup. Seems like you forgot your heritage.”

“You’re awfully arrogant for someone wearing scraps and bits of stolen and broken armor,” Tony said, ignoring the jab at Peter.

While Zeke and Tony continued to trade barbs, Peter snuck around behind the other man.

Peter silently set his webs to a max charge taser and then fired as soon as he was close enough. Zeke was mid-sentence when his body seized and the armor around him crumbled.

“Ooops, sorry,” Peter said flatly, not sorry at all. “Didn’t mean to cut you off there.”

Once that was done, he wrapped the other man tightly in his strongest webs, leaving only his face partially exposed by the cocoon.

“Karen, send one of the drones to sit on him and emit electrical impulses if he starts doing anything odd,” Peter said, turning to Tony.

“You know, I’m not one for the big bad alpha schtick, but that was kinda hot,” Tony said, eyeing his mate appreciatively. “You gonna zap and web anyone that pisses me off?”

“Do you want me to?” Peter asked.

“I’ll let you know,” Tony said after a moment, and Peter rolled his eyes.

“You’re ridiculous,” Peter said, and Tony just nodded.

But maybe he was just as ridiculous. He would do it, after all, if the omega asked. And he was pretty sure Tony knew it.

#khalixa writes #mads made me do it #starker #tony stark/peter parker #omegaverse #mafia au #alpha peter #omega tony #mafia boss tony

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iguana-eyanna · 3 years ago

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Strawberry Boba Pt. 4

Pairing: Ned Leeds x reader

Summary: Ned Leeds has a special eye on a girl that is sweet as strawberries.

The night was a wreck. All of the actors and backstage people were going through a meltdown as the director wanted to close the opening night. You were currently in the dressing room, slowly accepting that your Berklee dreams are not obtainable as your tears rolling down your face.

MJ rushes in with a smile on her face, then softening her face as she sees you crying. “Hey, what’s wrong?” she says, kneeling in front of you as you’re sitting at the makeup table. “Everything.” you huffed, grabbing a tissue and cleaning your running mascara.

“Hey, the show is still going on. Peter is fixing the lights as we speak, there’s nothing to be upset about.” She says reassuringly.

“I’m not upset about the show or the recruiter or Berklee, MJ. I’m upset that... he’s not here.” your voice lowered just by thinking of Ned.

“He broke up with me because he didn’t want to get in the way of my dreams. But all of the nights of him helping me run lines or watching different versions of the show on youtube with me … what did they count for? He’s helped me in every single way and I’m here without him.” You said, looking down in your hand.

“He’s not.” a voice said. You look up to see Ned as MJ gives you a small smile and leaves both of you to give you space. He slowly walks in and approaches you. “You look beautiful,” he said in a low tone, admiring your costume.

“Thanks.” you said a bit bluntly as you slowly got up to be at Ned at the same level. “I-I wanted to see you before you went on.” You turn away and fixed your running mascara, trying your best not to cry again in front of Ned.

“y/n, there’s something I need to tell you.” Ned said, walking closer to you. You still face the opposite direction of him, not wanting to show how broken you were.

“Please, Ned… I don’t want an apology right now. I’m a hot mess right now and I don’t need to cry more.” you said, heaving your chest as the nerves took over your body. Ned softly takes your hand and turns you around slowly as his hands are around your waist.

“I can’t go on, knowing that I’m the reason you’ve been feeling this remorse. I should have NEVER let you go, it was the biggest mistake of my life. You showed me a whole other world of art and music and tons of cool stuff. I know you don’t need me to be awesome on stage, you’ve been doing that long before you met me. I am deeply in love with you, y/n. I understand if you don’t want me back, but I'm going to do everything in my power tonight to make you shine bright for that recruiter.” Ned concluded.

What you didn’t expect was Peter rushing to the room, out of breath. “Ned, I need you right now to control the lights with me. It’s about to start soon.” he huffed out before running away. You both look at each other, laughing at Parker’s interruption. “I better go.” Ned said. You look down, smirking.

“I’m still mad at you though.” you lightly punch his arm. “I know, we can talk later after the show if you give me a chance.” He says, letting go of your waist.

You nod your head as he heads out of the room, now turning around “Break a leg.” Ned says, flashing a bright smile at him. Your cheeks burn red, remembering how Ned gave you butterflies. You breathe out before heading to the stage, getting ready for places.

Once you’re cued to go on stage, you walk forward from the wings to act out the first scene. You glance around the crowd as your cast mates say their lines. You carefully look up to see no other than Ned who’s placing the spotlight on you.

You smile to yourself, realizing Ned truly kept his word. Even if you couldn’t truly see his face, Ned was beaming with pride at your performance.

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Once the final scene ended, the whole crowd gave a standing ovation. Peter and Ned high five each other as the show was a success with no hiccups. “Go to y/n man. I’ll wrap up around here.” Peter says to Ned.

He does what his friend says as he grabs the pink bouquet he was saving for you after the performance. Once he arrives downstairs from the lighting room, swarms of people are taking pictures of the cast and crew.

Ned moved side to side, searching for you. Once he does, he sees you talking to an older woman who’s shaking your hand. Ned could only imagine that it was the Berklee recruiter.

You now see him with a bouquet of your favorite flowers, now walking toward you. "This is for you." Ned says as he gives you the flowers. Both of your hands brush against each other as your fingers linger for a moment.

“Is that who I think it is?” he asks, referring to the woman who was just talking to you. You smile brightly and shake your head.

“She says she can’t wait for me to go to Boston this summer!” you excitedly say as happy tears form. Ned yells in joy as he grabs you and twirls you around in the air. You yelp from the surprise but giggle crazy.

“I know you could do it! I’m so proud of you, y/n.” he grins.

You don’t react to his words. His features look defeated as he thinks you’re still mad at him till you cradle his face, giving him a kiss: both of your first kisses. Time slowed down around you as both of you felt fireworks in each other's chest, hearts ready to burst outward.

"I love you too, Ned."

He smiles again and kisses you again. You hear a gagging noise from the background, realizing it was Flash. Without breaking your kiss, you flick him off and returned your attention to your boyfriend.

Later when you got out of costume, MJ and Peter join you two near the end of the stage. "The cast and crew are heading to Denny's right now. You guy's coming?" MJ asks as she invited Peter to be her plus one.

"Actually, can we go get boba instead?" you ask as Ned gives a hearty laugh. Peter and MJ agree as you all begin to walk out. You lace your hand in Ned's as you begin to exit. He looks at you for a brief moment as you return the gaze, winking at him.

Ned knew right there that he needed to show how special you truly were to him.

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Summer approached as you and Ned exchanged goodbyes at your bus stop to Boston. He promised to call at least once a week as he knew you'd be busy at your workshops and rehearsals for your final presentation at the end of the term.

Once you arrive in the dorms given for the students, you settle in to relax. You send pictures to Ned of where you're living and the area of the busy city. Later in the week, you attend orientation and meet cool people that had the same interests as you.

After three weeks, Ned calls you in the middle of a Friday night. You pick up your phone and placed it near your ear. "Hey, babe! Miss you, why are you calling so late?" you asked as you were aimlessly reading a book in your hand.

"Day was great! But I had to catch a ride to a hotel tonight." he says as you could hear a bit of busy background noise. "Oh? Where are you staying?" you reply, shooting up in curiousness. "In Massachusettes," he says. You gasp as you drop your book on the floor from the news.

"What are you doing here?" you asked in disbelief. "I wanted to surprise you. I wanted to take you out on a date." He says while you cover your mouth from his touching act.

"I found a great place for us to eat and got two tickets to go to the Museum of Fine Arts tomorrow. I'll go to your dorm building at 11 o'clock, make sure to wear something fancy." He says before he yawns from the long bus ride.

"Ned, that's the most romantic thing anyone has ever done. Thank you so much," you said as your excitement took over.

"Anything for you, m'lady. I'll see you tomorrow. I love you." he says before he hangs up to prepare for the amazing day he planned for you.

The next day, a dressed Ned is waiting by the sidewalk with a flower in hand, waiting for you. He turns to see you walking toward him as you wear an infamous strawberry dress, taking his breath away.

You quicken your step as you give him the biggest hug. He soon lets go as he gives you a red rose. "A beautiful rose for my beautiful girl," he says, charming you. You sniff the petals, admiring the scent as you kiss Ned.

"You're the sweetest, lover boy." You tease as his cheeks are as pink as his shirt. He gives you a quick peck and takes your hand to your destination.

From then on, Ned never let his insecurities take over the best thing that's ever happened to him.

Fin

#spiderman: homecoming #spiderman: far from home #jacob batalon #peter parker #spider man #marvel cinematic universe #mcu #ned leeds x reader #ned leeds #far from home #homecoming #tom holland #zendaya

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nastybuckybarnes · 4 years ago

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Jolly Sailor Bold

Pairing: Pirate!Peter Parker X Mermaid!Reader

Summary: Pirates once ruled the seas, and they’re wanting that power back. All that stands in the way are Mermaids and Sirens. For all of history the two have been slaughtering each other with no remorse. So what is it about you that’s so intriguing to Peter? And why do you, in turn, find yourself wanting to protect the sailor?

Warnings: Language, Old Language, Slow burn, Angst, Pirates, Violence,

Word Count: 6.5K

A/n: So plot twist I’ve already worked 40 hours this week so I’m a little behind with my writing but you guys can have this while I finish up some other things. Happy Ficmas!!!

Peter Parker IS AGED UP IN THIS

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Inspired by ‘Prates of the Caribbean: On Stranger Tides’ and FreeForm’s ‘Siren’

“Upon one summer's morning I carefully did stray Down by the Walls of Wapping Where I met a sailor gay”

‘Beneath the surface of the water, past the line of the reef, lies a danger beyond any man’s comprehension. A danger concealed by soft skin, enticing eyes, and a melody that lulls sailors and pulls them from their ships to the depths of the ocean. The creatures, beautiful in appearance, roam the depths of the seas, living in deeper oceanic waters during the times of tired men, when the victim count is lower.

Female as they appear, deadly as they are, enchanting as they sound, they are often confused with their close relatives. But Mermaids be far worse than the Siren’s they’re confused with.

Upon a glance they seem similar, side by side the naked eye may not be able to tell them apart. But the one thing that separates these creatures is the undeniable bloodlust that Sirens feel, contorting their once beautiful faces to a hideous mask that never leaves. The hunger whenever they smell human blood. While mermaids are more equipped to handle the hunger, better at concealing it, the sirens show no shame in claiming men, in giving in to their animalistic desires and draining the life of a helpless sailor.

Mermaids appear a more peaceful creature, although deadly. Hardly capable of refusing the smell of fresh blood, they only seem serene on the outside. Below the surface lies teeth sharper than sharks, a voice that can command and compel the strongest minds, and a strong body that is capable of destroying a thousand ships.

Sailors beware, Pirates be warned, for the mermaids are ruthless. Heaven forbid ye ever fall into their path for they will grant no mercy. Pray a Siren finds you and ends you quickly, for her looks will be none too pleasing, but a mermaid will distract and drain, her eyes alight with desire, as she deludes yer weak-willed mind. So swords high, guns aimed, and never look at a dame in the water, for that will be yer undoing!’

“I see you’re trying to scare my new crew member, Buck!” A blond-haired man slaps the brunet’s shoulder, smiling warmly at the young man he was talking to. “Who might you be sailor?”

The boy looks down timidly. “P-Peter. Peter Parker,” he says quietly. “Well Parker, I’m Captain Rogers, this is my first mate Bucky. We’re happy to have you aboard!” Peter nods enthusiastically and gets up from the stairs leading to the forecastle.

“Well kid, go make yourself useful. And remember what I said. If you see a woman in the water, do not look at her. You find someone who’s good with a gun and shove Seaweed into your ears. Don’t let her sing. If she sings you’re done for.” The boy swallows hard and nods again, watching as Bucky walks away and takes the helm.

He leans over the thick wooden side beams and looks out across the water, his eyes scanning for anything unusual. A sudden pat on his back startles him and he whips around, clutching his chest. “Woah, calm down Parker. It’s just me,” Ned says softly, looking around then leaning against the side beams as Peter was.

“So, how’s it feel to be a real sailor? I mean we’re basically pirates now.” Peter snorts and looks out across the water again. “I feel like Pirate is a term used by those who fear people who go and get what they want. We may be Pirates, but it’s not like we’re bad people,” Peter says softly. Ned nods, looking around with a smile on his face. “You know Captain Rogers’ first mate Bucky? He was telling me about the dangers of the sea. Mermaids and Sirens. Do you... do you believe in any of that stuff?” He asks.

Ned looks over at his friend and shrugs. “I mean, we hardly know anything about what’s under the water. There’s probably something.” Peter bites his bottom lip and shakes his head no.

“I’ve heard stories you know,” he begins, “of people who survived attacks, saying they remember beautiful voices and enchanting looks. I think it could be true. I just hope we don’t come across anything like that.”

Ned shrugs then walks away, finding something to keep himself busy as they sail to deeper waters.

“Okay lads! We’ve made it out to sea! First night always ends in celebration so celebrate we will! Take what you can!” Captain Rogers calls loudly. “Give nothing back!” Bucky calls just as loud. “All of you now. Take what you can!” Rogers repeats. “Give nothing back!” The crew shouts, throwing their hats into the air and clinking their bottles of booze together as they celebrate. Peter chuckles as Ned downs a whole bottle of rum, not envying the headache he’ll surely have the next day.

He looks out across the dark water, tired after a long day at sea. He sighs and shakes his head as he thinks back to the tale Bucky told him earlier, chuckling lightly at how ridiculous it seems now. He turns away from the water, freezing in his tracks halfway through the turn. He slowly turns back and catches sight of something bobbing in the water a short distance from the ship. His eyes widen and he leans forwards, inspecting the object as it moves closer slowly.

The object stops and Peter nearly screams as it turns and dives into the water, an iridescent tail flashing above the surface for a moment. Peter glances at the bottle of alcohol in his hand and shakes his head, hurrying away from the side of the ship and down to the crew’s quarters to try and sleep off whatever alcohol is making him hallucinate.

The water brushes up against the ship, rocking it from side to side gently. You watch curiously as the humans cheer and drink from aboard. A young man breaks off from the group and leans over the railing, looking out across the water. You raise your head up a bit and watch him closely, your eyes widening as you make out his face.

He has curly brown hair, and light skin; his cheeks are flushed from the alcohol and his eyes are... you can’t exactly make out what colour they are. Letting your instincts pull you, you slowly move forwards, watching the man as he starts to turn away.

He suddenly stops and turns back to look directly at you. You move closer still and watch as he nearly subconsciously leans forwards. A high-pitched call gets your attention and you stop then dive under the water, desperate to find your sister, the person calling you, and tell her of your findings.

She calls out for you again and you reply, your voice deeper than hers, resonating throughout the sea and echoing off of rocks and reefs. Cutting through the water effortlessly, you spin towards the cavern the two of you share. You pull yourself up and break the surface of the little air bubble-esque cave. “Where were you?” She asks as soon as you’re inside, her voice a high keening call.

“I was exploring. I found something... someone.” She raises her eyebrows and wrings out her long raven hair. “Who? There are no mermen for miles around here. They recognize this as our area. It isn’t a siren, is it?”

You roll your eyes and shake your head no. “I didn’t meet anyone. I found people, Ariadné. Humans! They’re on a ship. I think they’re pirates.” She frowns and shakes her head. “You do know that pirates killed mom and dad, right? They should all be killed for what they did.” You sigh and lower yourself into the water again, leaning your head onto your arms.

“Not all pirates deserve to suffer for what a few did. Blackbeard and his crew were punished for their doings. We got our revenge. What more could you want?” She sighs and mimics your position. “I want them all gone. It’s enough that we don’t eat them, but they all deserve to suffer as we did. As our pod did.”

“Ariadné, what would mother say, hearing you talk with such hatred? She raised us better than this. She raised us different than the others. We have more compassion in our hearts than they do. We mustn’t lose sight of that. I understand the hurt, but we were raised to protect the humans. When our brand is on a ship, other pods of Mermaids and Sirens know not to hurt them.” Your older sister scoffs and shakes her head.

“Our parents died because the Pirates were afraid!” You flinch away from her and she sighs. “I did not mean to frighten you. I’m just scared for you. If I lost you as well... I don’t know what I would do.” You smile gently at her and nod, leaning your head onto your arms again. “I don’t believe he saw me. I’m careful, Ariadné, I promise.” She sighs and nods once, wanting the little argument to be over with.

As your sister drifts off to sleep, your mind travels to the sailor who may have seen you earlier in the night. A pulling in your gut shoves an idea into your mind. A terribly dangerous idea that spikes your curiosity.

You glance over at your sister and, after making sure she’s sound asleep, you venture out of the cavern and swim quickly to the warmer waters closer to the surface.

Slowing as you see the large shadow of a ship, you carefully raise your head above the surface, looking around then up to the deck, trying to find the man from before. You look around carefully, smiling as you see him leaning against the railing again. He looks out across the water, his wrists crossed over each other. You tilt your head to the side curiously and swim slightly forwards.

"What're you doing up at this hour?" A voice calls from behind him. He turns and you watch as a man comes up beside him. “I... felt like I needed to come here. The water... does it ever call you?” The other man takes a deep breath then nods.

“Quite often. It’s why I do what I do. I love the water, I can’t be away from it. It’s my home now. And it can be yours too, if you’d like.” The brown-haired boy who you’ve been watching smiles.

“I’d like that, thank you, Captain.” You watch as the taller blond man pats the other man’s shoulder. “You’re a good kid, Peter. Don’t let Bucky’s tails of the sea scare you. You’re safe.” The Captain walks away, leaving Peter alone.

You risk moving closer, wanting the see more of his beautiful face. He sighs and looks at his hand before tossing something into the water not far from your head. You reach out and grab the object, frowning in confusion. It’s a very smooth rock, bright red.

You look up at him and carefully toss the rock back at him, smiling as it lands right past him, clanking on the deck.

He spins quickly and stares at the rock in disbelief before grabbing it and inspecting it. He looks out to the water, his eyes finding you again.

“You again?” He asks in a whisper. You slowly swim forwards and raise your shoulders out of the water. “Am I hallucinating? Are you... real?”

You stifle a giggle as he battles with himself. He glances down at the rock in his hand then back up to you, an idea popping into his head. He tosses the rock at you and you catch it before it hits your head.

“You are Peter,” you state, tossing to rock back to him. He freezes at the sound of your voice, the rock hitting him in the chest then falling onto the railing.

“You-you can talk. Your voice is... wow.” You smile brilliantly up at him and he slowly steps back. “I need... where’s Bucky. Oh, Gods, I need to find Bucky.” He shoves his fingers in his ears and runs away from the side, the rock tumbling into the water. You frown and grab it then swim back to the cavern where your older sister is sleeping.

“Dude, slow down! What happened?” Ned asks from the empty crew’s quarters. Peter looks around then grans Ned’s hand. “I saw a flipping... woman. In the water. She talked to me. I threw a rock at her and she caught it and threw it back. She... I... I swear- Ned, don’t look at me like that! I’m not crazy!” Ned holds his hands up in surrender. “I never said you were. I just... I think maybe the saltwater is getting to your brain a little bit.” Peter scoffs and turns away from his friend.

“I know what I saw. What I heard. She’s out there.” Ned nods slowly, “okay, then why didn't she eat you? Why didn’t she sing? You said she spoke to you but didn't sing. That doesn’t sound like mermaid behaviour.” Peter furrows his brows. “Maybe she... maybe she isn’t like the others. Maybe she’s different. Doesn’t hurt men.” Ned scoffs incredulously, shaking his head no.

“I can’t believe I’m friends with a lunatic. You know, people like you are where all those bad rumours about Pirates and Sailors come from.” Peter sighs and gets up, walking away from his friend and back up to the main deck to look in the water again, desperate to find any proof that he actually saw a woman... a mermaid. That he heard one.

‘You are Peter.’ It replays in his mind over and over, the melodic yet somewhat deep voice that has been haunting him ever since it happened.

Peter takes a deep breath and walks towards the helm, finding Bucky right where he thought he’d be.

“You alright Sailor? You look like you’ve seen a sea witch,” Bucky says while patting Peter on that back. Peter looks up at the man with a weak smile. “Mister Bucky, Sir... do you actually believe in Mermaids and Sirens? Or was that just you trying to scare me?” Bucky sighs and looks around for a moment before rolling up his sleeve.

“It’s how I lost my arm. Why I’ve been so apprehensive on these waters. Not far from here... a storm was brewing. We briefly lost control and a few of us fell overboard. I was one of them.” Peter waits patiently for Bucky to continue.

“They were waiting, rocking the ship with their tails. They were mermaids. Their beauty... was unparalleled. The most beautiful creatures I’ve ever seen in my life. One of them grabbed me, dragged me under the water while singing one of her bloody songs. I broke free, hardly, but as soon as I was above the water she grabbed my arm and pulled me back under, her sharp teeth locked onto my shoulder and she ripped my arm clean from my body.”

Peter stares at the metal arm in shock and slight awe. “Steve, the Captain he is, shot nearly all of them. He helped me up and we made berth in Tortuga. I got this arm and when we got back on the sea... Steve and I made a vow to kill any single one of these creatures. We lost a lot of men that day. We refuse to let anyone else get killed because of those horrible beasts.”

Peter nods slowly then looks out to the water. “And it ain’t like Mermaids and Sirens just stick to specific waters. They live all over. Migrate with the tides or stay where they are. They live all over the world. Nowhere will be safe until they’re all gone.”

“Genocide,” Peter whispers to himself, fearing for the life of the mermaid he only met yesterday.

“Are all of them... bad like that?” Bucky shrugs, pulling his sleeve back down. “I don’t wait long enough to find out. As soon as I see a woman who ain’t drowning in these waters so far from shore, I shoot first.”

The colour drains from Peter’s face and he shakes his head trying to get rid of the strange feeling of dread that’s suddenly filling him.

“Why?” Peter looks up quickly, a forced smile on his face. “No... no reason. I was just wondering after the whole story the other day. I just want to know what to do in case I come across something so... heinous.” Bucky nods and grabs a pistol out of one of the many holsters on his body.

“Here. Keep this with you. You ever see a woman out there, don’t let her open her mouth. Shoot her and shoot her fast.” Peter slowly nods, accepting the gun and looking at it carefully. “Now go on. I’m sure there’s something else you can do. We make Berth in Nassau in a few days to gather supplies.” Peter walks to the helm stairs but pauses at the top of them. “What kind of supplies?” Bucky grins, “we’re off to find something special."

You watch the ship from afar, holding the red rock tightly in your right hand as you think of Peter. A hiss from behind you gets your attention and you spin quickly, relaxing as you see who it is. The Siren lets out a high pitched cry, asking what you’re doing. You reply in the same tongue.

“A boy on the ship,” you begin in a keen, “he is interesting.” She shakes her head and grabs onto your arm, her scaly face scrunched up with fear and mistrust. “He saw me yesterday and he did not hurt me.” She shakes her head again and pulls you under the water, swimming quickly away from the surface with you right behind her. “Ryn! Ryn wait! Where are you goin?” You ask. She halts just underneath a deep-sea reef, her hands coming up to her face.

“Does Ariadné know that you’ve been sneaking around near humans? Pirates none the less? She’ll kill you herself if she finds out!” You sigh wistfully and roll your eyes.

“You do not understand. He... he is different.” She scoffs. “You don’t even know him. He is a pirate. If any of them see you you’ll be dead in moments. You know that.” You look down and nod slowly. She cups your cheeks and lifts your head, smiling with her pointed teeth. “C’mon. Let’s go find something big to catch. I’m in the mood for a challenge.”

She pulls you forwards, swimming quickly while calling out, listening for any echoes or replies to clue her into the whereabouts of a large fish, preferable a swordfish or young shark.

She suddenly perks up, the stabilizing wings on the sides of her tail flattening against her tail then shooting straight out as the gills on her neck move swiftly, taking in oxygenated water and disagreeing with everything else. She speeds off in the direction of the hunt and you follow, moving ahead of her as you catch the scent of a young adult great white shark. Your tail forces the water away from you, pushing you forwards.

Ryn comes up beside you and glances over at you, her sharp teeth bared and her once white eyes now fully purple with the promise of a meal. You slow down as you see the shark, your enhanced eyes finding it a few miles away. “Let’s have some fun,” Ryn says while swimming directly at the shark. You smile and swim after her, chasing her as she chases the shark.

It’s terrified. You can smell it. It turns around after a few more minutes of chase and you grin at the challenge it’s presenting. It snaps its jaws at Ryn and she squeals, moving out of the way as the fifteen-foot great white shark swims after her. You jump in, grabbing the shark’s dorsal fin and digging your nails into its side. It turns it’s head as much as it can and tries to snap at you. Ryn uses its distracted state and bites into its neck, tearing out a chunk of meat. You quickly do the same, catching some of its gills. It slowly stops struggling, bleeding out. You take another bite out of it, taking your time and eating the shark with Ryn.

“Save some for your sister. She hasn’t hunted today. She could use some food.” You nod and look around, hearing the calls of nearby Mermaids and Sirens as they smell the shark carcass.

“We should go before we need to fight for our catch,” you say, ripping a large chunk of meat off of the shark and swimming away from it as the calls get closer. Ryn grabs a chunk and swims after you, giggling happily.

“You’re back. I thought for sure you would’ve gone with the humans by now,” your sister says sarcastically, a relieved smile on her face. You nod and offer her the shark chunk. She smiles and takes it from you graciously. “Have you heard?” Ryn asks after a moment of silence. You look over at her with a frown, hoping she’s not going to tell your sister about the whole Pirate fiasco.

“I hear Pirates are going to Nassau to stock up then they’re going to find a kind of ancient treasure. Knowing them it’s probably a dead end.” You nod your agreement and sigh, thinking about the brown-eyed pirate boy.

“I hear with the moon coming they may not make it. The Sirens want them and they’re not stopping this time,” Ariadné muses around a mouthful of shark. You frown at her, “we must brand the boat then. Protect the sailors.” Ariadné and Ryn both look at you as if you’ve grown a second head.

“Why would we do that? They go out of their way to find us and kill us. Let them be claimed by the Sirens,” your sister says carelessly. You slap your tail against the water and glare at her.

“That is not how we were raised! We aren’t careless creatures. We are not ruthless hunters! We help. Protect! You forget about that,” your voice trails off and you look at the two expectantly.

“Nothing. So that’s just it?! You leave them to be killed?” They both slowly nod. “Not me. I will not. I cannot.” With that you turn and swim out of the cavern quickly, your eyes hurting. Your sister and Ryn call out for you, their cries echoing in the deep sea. You roll your eyes and search for the old cave where your parents raised you.

“The full moon is coming. The sea has been too quiet these past few days. I fear the worst,” Steve says to his first mate. Bucky sighs and looks around the Captain’s quarters. “Tonight, isn’t it?” He asks, remembering the strange conversation he had with Peter a few days ago.

“Yes. As the sun sets I fear we won’t live till morning.” Steve stands up and walks to the door. “Do not alert the men except those who know the dangers that lurk in these waters. We will need someone on watch tonight. I’ll take aft, you take astern. Find someone for Starboard and Port. Leave no section unmanned.” Bucky nods, knowing the first person he’ll get to watch.

“Parker, I have a task for you.” The young man looks up from his book as Bucky walks to the helm stairs. “Yes sir?” The metal-armed man sighs and looks around.

“Tonight is the full moon. The most dangerous time of the month. I would like you to be in charge of watching the starboard side of the ship tonight. You see anything, you shoot it then report to me. Understood?” Peter nods his head frantically, stuffing his book under the stairs and getting up.

“The winds are in our favour tonight. We should reach Nassau by dusk tomorrow,” Bucky says while walking away to take his own post. Peter leans over the rail and stares into the water, looking for any sign of anything resembling the woman he saw a few nights prior.

You carefully press the shell against the back bottom of the ship, burning your family’s brand into it. A shrill cry from behind you nearly makes you drop the shell. You look over your shoulder and bare your teeth, hissing at the Siren behind you.

She balls her fists and cries again, clearly frustrated with your claim on the ship. You hiss again and move away from the ship, claiming your space further. She reluctantly turns and swims away, crying out every now and then to let other Siren’s know of the change in plans.

You’re suddenly thrust away from the ship, sharp nails raking down through the brand. You hiss at the person, recoiling as you see who it is. “I told you to leave the Pirates alone!” Your older sister snarls, her voice still melodic.

The Siren stops and looks back, intrigued by whatever’s happening. “And I told you that I will not!” Your voice is threatening. “I can’t believe you. These people have taken everything from you. Your mother and father. Some of your friends. I will not have you defend them!” She grabs your arms and you wail loudly as her nails dig into your skin.

The Siren circles back to the ship and is quick to scratch the brand fully off. “No!” You thrust your elbow back and catch your sister in the ribs. She falls back and watches you in shock as you swim quickly to the Siren, grabbing her hair and slamming her head against the ship. She cries out and holds her heard, snarling at you. You dig your nails into her throat, slicing one of her gills. She shoves herself away from you and swims away quickly, clutching her neck.

“You are a fool!” Your sister exclaims. You turn to her and bare your teeth. “I will not have you ruining my chances of saving innocent men!” She chuckles and looks at the ship. watches as it rocks in the waves.

“How do you know they’re innocent? How do you know that they do not slaughter us and our sisters? You don't! Do not go and defend people when you do not know their actions!” You shove her shoulders again. “And do not go and kill people without knowing their actions! If you do it makes you no better than them!” She stares you down then looks up, watching as the ship sways some more.

“I will not go out of my way to defend people who have killed my family. If you wish to that is your choice. But if you get hurt do not come crying to me.” She turns and swims away from you, shunning you from what’s left of your family. You cry softly, high pitched and sad, but your sister doesn’t so much as flinch. You look down for a moment, saddened by the fact that you’ve lost the remainder of your family.

Peter looks out across the water, darkened by the fallen sun but lit up by the stars and full moon. All throughout the night, he’s been hearing light calls that sound similar to whales and he’s kept his gun high.

A rock suddenly hits his chest lightly, surprising him. He looks around the ship but upon finding no one, shrugs and looks back at the rock, his eyebrows jumping almost off of his face. The exact same red rock that he lost in the water a few nights before is lying right on the rail in front of him. He looks out into the water, searching for you.

Little does he know that you’re just below the surface, your eyes on the gun in his hand.

He glances at the rock again and carefully picks it up, placing the gun down and tossing the rock back into the water. You raise your head out and catch the rock, smiling gently as Peter looks at you. “It’s you,” he whispers, recognizing you. He glances up at the moon as Bucky’s words bounce around in his head then grabs the gun, aiming it at you.

The smile falls from your face and you watch as Peter seems to fight an internal battle. You look down at the rock in your hand then back up at Peter, holding the rock up for him to see. He opens his hand and you toss the rock to him. He holds it in his hand carefully then looks at you, noticing how you’re staring at the gun. He gently sets it down and offers you the rock again.

You catch it and swim forwards a bit, keeping your senses on high alert for any hostile movement from under the water or above.

He glances over his shoulder, noticing the man keeping watch on the port side is fast asleep and Bucky and Steve are nowhere to be found. He looks back at you, surprised to see you so much closer.

“Are you going to hurt us?” He finds himself asking the question before he can think. You’re surprised by him directly talking to you. “I don’t hurt,” you reply. Peter nods, entranced by your voice.

“Do you have a name?” You smile up at him, lifting your shoulders out of the water. “Yes. I am (Y/n).” He tests the name and grins. “I-I’m Peter.” You giggle lightly, the sound dazing Peter.

“I know,” you whisper. He blushes and looks over his shoulder. “If you’re not going to hurt us... why are you here?” You look down at the water for a moment then back up to him. “Because I am intrigued. You are humans. I have never... met a human.” Peter nods slowly, trying to understand why you’d want to meet a human.

“Well, look you can’t be up here. The others aren’t like me. They see you and they won’t wait for you to explain. They’ll kill you in cold blood.” You tilt your head to the side.

“But not you?”

He shakes his head ‘no’ and smiles lightly. “Not me. I haven’t been raised like them. Your kind hasn’t given me any reason to want to hate you.” You find yourself in awe of his spirit. “You need to go though. If anyone sees you... you’ll be in trouble.” You swim back a bit then look up into his eyes. “Will I see you again?” You ask desperately.

He looks over his shoulder, his eyes widening as he sees Bucky emerge from the Captain’s quarters. “Peter?” You ask. He looks back at you then at the rock in his hand. “We make port in Nassau by tomorrow night. I’ll walk along the beach and find a doc. Leave the rock somewhere you can go and I’ll find you.” He tosses the rock to you and you catch it, ducking under the water and swimming away quickly.

“Parker? Is there something there?” Bucky asks, jogging to his side quickly. Peter looks at the man and shakes his head no. “I... I just thought I saw something. I threw a rock at it and it was nothing though. Can... is there any way I’d be able to switch shifts? I think my eyes are playing tricks on me. I need to get some sleep.” Bucky pats his shoulder and nods.

“You go get some shuteye, I’ll take over for you.” The young man glances across the water again then heads away from the rail and below deck to the crew’s quarters.

“Alright, everyone. Make quick work of rowing to shore. We don’t want to be in the deeper waters for longer than we must,” Steve says, taking the first of a few longboats.

“I’ll... I’ll catch up. I want to gather my thoughts,” Peter says as the second last boat goes. “You’re alright rowing by yourself?” Bucky asks from inside the longboat. Peter nods, needing time to himself. Bucky nods and rows away with the boat full of people, leaving Peter to himself.

After a few moments he lowers the longboat then jumps in, grabbing the oars and slowly rowing towards the shore.

“Peter,” you whisper while breaking the surface right beside him. “Jesus!” He tosses the oar half a foot away from him and nearly tips the boat over in his state of fright. “I am sorry. I did not mean to scare.”

He looks at you then does a double-take, your beauty so much more enchanting in the daylight. “(Y/n)...” You rest your arms on the side of the boat and look up at him. “Yes, Peter?” He simply stares at you, taking in your form for the first time up close, enjoying your strangely accented voice.

Your eyes are a striking shade of (y/e/c), brilliant and bright. Your skin, smooth and (s/c) is covered in iridescent scales. The scales are light on your face, only on your jawline and by your hairline, not covering your face. On your neck, they gradually get more concentrated and underneath your collarbones, they cover you like a skin-tight suit.

Peter slowly leans forwards, his eyes moving down past the edge of the boat and into the clear water where your tail would be. “Peter?” His eyes snap back up to your face and he backs up a bit. “You’re out... It’s bright outside. Someone could see you.” You look around then back up to him. “I have never been this close to a human before,” You whisper, raising a hand off of the boat and slowly extending it towards him.

“Can I touch?” He looks at the webbing between your scaly fingers and the stabilizing wings on your forearm then nods, looking to your eyes as you run your fingers over his shirt, feeling the fabric carefully. “It is soft,” you whisper after a moment, looking back up to his eyes. He nods then looks towards the dock. “I need to go to shore. They’ll be waiting.” You frown and pull your hand back.

“We’re staying here for a few days. Then we’ll be back on the water.” You nod your understanding and bite your bottom lip. You slowly move away from the boat and head swim backwards.

“Bye Bye Peter.” You turn around. “Wait! Will I see you again?” He asks. You smile to yourself and raise one of your hands out of the water. “I leave the rock where I will be.” He smiles and watches as you submerge yourself, your tail flicking above the water as you swim away.

“Tonight, good men, we splurge! Find a dame, a woman. Let yourselves go! We leave in a few days so enjoy yourselves!” Steve cries, his arm around a brown-haired woman with a British accent. Bucky is with a different brown-haired woman, this one voluptuous. “Don’t expect to see us around anytime soon either,” Bucky adds while kissing the woman.

Peter turns away and walks out of the bar and down to the beach, sitting in the sand as the moon shines down brightly, a warm breeze blowing through his curly brown hair. He looks down either side of the beach, stopping as his eyes rest on a pair of legs on the dry sand. He follows the legs and stops on the face, his heart stuttering.

He runs through the sand, probably looking ridiculous, and slows when he nears you.

You’re lying on the sand, unconscious and naked.

He pulls his sweater off and drapes it over your body before carefully shaking your arm. “(Y/n)?” Your breathing is heavy and it concerns him a bit, the concert getting shoved away as you slowly open your eyes.

“Peter?” You ask softly, pushing yourself up onto your forearms. The sweater falls off of your skin and Peter blushes, pick it up and draping it over your shoulders. “How... how do you have legs?” He asks, his fingers hovering over them for a moment before he pulls his hand back. “Mermaid can be human out of water.” He nods and looks around.

“You stay here. I’m gonna go grab you some clothes. Then we’ll... take it from there, okay?” You nod your head yes and watch him with wide eyes as he stands up and walks away from the beach. You look down at your own legs and wiggle your toes, giggling a little at the feel of it. You dig your feet into the sand and throw your head back laughing at the tickling feeling of the sand between your toes.

Peter hears your tinkling laugh and can’t help but smile, wondering what’s causing it. He grabs some clothes from a store with no one watching and hurries back to you.

“Here, I got you some pants that looked your size and I figured you could keep my sweater.” You look up at him with a smile on your face. “Peter is kind. Why?” He hands you the clothes and shrugs, “because (Y/n) is kind.” Your eyes soften and you look away, down to the clothes.

“Can Peter help (Y/n)? Please?” Peter nods and takes the pants from your hands, straightening them then gently taking one of your ankles and putting it through the leg hole. He does the same on the other leg then takes your hands and brings them to his shoulders.

“I’m going to stand up with you. Hold onto me.” You nod and let him pull you to a standing position. His hands grab the waistband of the comfortably tight pants and he pulls them up all the way, a fiery blush staining his cheeks the entire time. His fingers rest on your waist for a moment before he pulls them away to help you into the sweater.

As soon as it’s on properly you grab his hand and look at it closely, your eyes flashing to his as you rest your hand against his. He stays perfectly still as you bring your other hand to his chest, his shirt unbuttoned and open. Your hand rests on his bare skin, tracing over the crisp lines of his muscles.

“Peter is soft,” you whisper, your fingers trailing down lightly below his bellybutton, following the line of hair until you get to his pants. “Yeah, my skin is soft. So is yours.”

You smile, “(y/n) is soft too?” He chuckles and brings his hand up to your face, his fingers lightly tracing your cheek and down your neck. “Yes. (Y/n) is very soft.” You close your eyes as Peter’s hands move down your neck. He pulls away only to grab your waist, his fingers pressing into the soft skin under the sweater.

“So soft,” he mutters. You sigh and slowly open your eyes. “Will Peter tell (Y/n) about humans?” You ask quietly, looking up into his soft brown eyes. “Uh... sure. W-What do you wanna know?” You bring your hands to his shoulders and usher him down to the sand. “Everything.”

Peter lies down on the sand with you beside him, your hands in his as he tells you everything you want to know.

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A Guardian Among Us (Irondad/Among US Oneshot)

Rating: Teen and Up // Warnings: Violence and minor death // Relationship: Tony Stark & Peter Parker // Characters: Tony Stark, Peter Parker, Quentin Beck // Ao3 Link

This might be the strangest AU I’ve written yet, but please enjoy this Irondad/Among Us crossover with a healthy dose of angst and protective Tony! It was pretty fun to make, and if you enjoyed reading it, please like/reblog/comment, it means a lot to me! Hope you have a great day!

-Superherotiger

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When Tony boarded the hull of the Skeld and watched the stars begin to drift by through the viewport, he only had one task on his mind:

Kill all crewmates.

It was a simple mission. One he shared with the green suited figure on the other side of the waiting bay, Beck, who sat casually amongst their fellow, unsuspecting crew mates. The thick, dark visors over their faces hid most of his features from view, but for a moment Tony thought he could see those light blue eyes flash red as he met his gaze. Then the lights flickered, and his eyes were back to blue, chuckling at something one of the others had said like he wasn’t going to kill them all by the end of the journey.

Tony wasn’t quite as keen to mingle with his future victims however, staring out at the expanse of space and planning his next moves meticulously. He’d done it a dozen times before, and this would be no different. Take them down one by one, manipulate them into turning against each other, and if things got bad, let Beck take the fall for all their crimes. It was an ironclad plan; destined to succeed.

But what his plan didn’t account for was the small, young astronaut that came barreling up to his side, eyes practically beaming behind his helmet that seemed far too large for his stature. His suit was a rich, deep blue, but black strings wrapped around his arms and waist to keep the oversized material tied around his scrawny frame, almost resembling a spider web.

“Isn’t it amazing?” he asked Tony suddenly, staring out the window.

“Uh… yeah,” Tony nodded, trying to ignore how young this kid sounded. How young he looked.

“The stars, they’re even more... more beautiful from up here.”

“Sure are…” Tony muttered quietly.

“I always hoped I’d get to see them but this,” the boy pressed his hands against the glass and leant forward with awe. “This is some something else…”

Turning slightly, Tony watched as the boy -surely no older than fifteen- stared out at the galaxy with an innocence he hadn’t seen in many years. Something heavy settled in Tony’s stomach at the sight, like a rock sinking to the bottom of the ocean. It took him a moment to realise that cold feeling in his bones was guilt.

“This is my first time travelling to a different planet,” the boy continued obliviously. “I was supposed to be with my Aunt, but there wasn’t enough space on the other frigate. She said that the Skeld was one of the safest ships out there though!”

Oh shit, Tony thought, grimacing behind his helmet.

“Sorry- Sorry, I haven’t even introduced myself,” the boy chuckled, fully turning to face the man and holding out his hand bashfully. “I’m Peter, by the way.”

Tony stared down at the kid’s gloved hand for a moment and thought about ignoring him. It would make it easier, wouldn’t it? He shouldn’t even be talking to the kid, not when he was going to… to…

Suddenly Tony gripped Peter’s hand and shook it, saying shortly “Tony.”

The teen grinned up at him, the whites of his teeth beaming through the visor. “Nice to meet you Tony!”

They could have left it at that. Tony should have left it at that. Instead, he released Peter’s hand with a gentle smile of his own and asked casually “So what’s with the cross-wiring on your arms, kid?”

“Oh, um… it’s- the suit’s a little big still so I had to, um, improvise,” Peter chuckled, and Tony would bet money he was blushing fiercely under that helmet. “I’m an electrician’s apprentice back home so I had some spare wires and… yeah, here we are.”

Tony couldn’t help but smile at the slightly flustered shuffle Peter made, before forcing himself to stare out the window again when looking at the teenager made his nerves twinge. Like he could feel the danger he posed just by standing near him.

“Well, nice meeting ya kid,” Tony said gruffly in an attempt to cut off the conversation.

“Yeah! Nice meeting you too,” Peter grinned. “I’ll see you around later?”

God I hope not.

“Yeah kid, maybe…”

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Tony purposefully avoided the young cadet as everyone was given their tasks and dispersed around the ship. Some small, sick part of him hoped that Beck would cross off Peter first -and please, let it be quick- so that Tony wouldn’t have to. Selfish? Maybe. But Tony wasn’t sure he could watch the life drain out of those wide, youthful eyes as a result of his own hand.

Unfortunately for him though, when the first body was reported and everyone rushed into the cafeteria for a meeting, Tony caught sight of the blue suited teenager standing directly across the table, looking even smaller next to the captain -Steve, Tony thought his name was- and his second in command Bucky. When one of the crewmates stepped forward and explained how they’d found their friend dismembered in the comms room, the air seemed to cool and Peter’s whole body went rigid with shock. Tony couldn’t understand why his own muscles tensed at the sight of his fear.

But thankfully, the meeting went by without a hitch. Beck had been smart with his first murder, and though the crew was now aware of an imposter on board, they had no evidence they could act on yet. The dark glare Beck sent over his shoulder as they went their separate ways was a clear hint to his teammate to hurry up and join in though, and Tony made his first move on the poor unsuspecting soul doing wiring in the electrical room. Thick crimson blood painted the walls and wires they had previously been working on, and a white suit became stained red as the body laid lifelessly on the floor.

Tony didn’t know their name. He didn’t care too either, so he moved towards the vent without ever glancing back, disappearing behind the cover to wipe the blood off his hands in the shadows.

But then- footsteps from across the room. Light and quick and bouncing every second step.

Tony froze when he heard the voice that echoed from the doorway.

“Hi Coulson, I got those spare wires you were-”

The voice halted abruptly the moment the footsteps rounded the corner, and through the grates of the vent cover, Tony watched as Peter collapsed onto his knees beside the body with a strangled gasp of terror.

“Oh my god, oh my god,” he muttered as he pressed his hands against the figure’s blood-soaked suit, searching for a heartbeat. “Oh god- Coulson? Coulson wake up! Please!”

Something strange stirred in Tony’s inhuman chest as he watched the teen begin to break down into tears before him, Peter’s breath stuttering as he pulled his hands away to find them stained as red as the ground beneath him. He stared in horror at the blood, and after glancing one last time at the dead figure on the floor, Peter scrambled to pull out his comm link and practically shouted into the receiver “Help! Someone help! Coulson- Coulson’s dead!”

A myriad of replies chimed back ranging from alarmed to concerned to terrified, and Tony watched, unable to move, as Peter cried out his location to the crewmates with blood smeared down his gloves and far-too-big sleeves. Tony should have been moving away by now, trying to establish an alibi, but he couldn’t seem to tear himself away from the scene before him. Couldn’t seem to stop the sudden energy pulsing beneath his veins that urged him to move forward, help him, help him-!

Steve burst into the electrical room flanked by several others, and Tony felt that foreign energy slip away just in time for him to disappear further into the vents.

Another emergency meeting was called following Peter’s discovery of the body, and when Tony arrived -suit clear of any blood or evidence-, he noticed that one of the other crewmates hadn’t arrived either. Judging by the slight glimmer in Beck’s eyes, Tony knew he had made an undetected kill as well.

But what truly drew Tony’s attention was the boy sitting shakily on the bench, eyes staring blankly into the void while a female astronaut in an orange suit wrapped a blanket over his shoulders. The blood had dried over his hands and knees from where he had been kneeling beside the body, staining his once pure jumpsuit with the memories of something horrid and foul. Tony couldn’t help but feel responsible for the deadeye stare the boy held. In fact, he found himself missing that awe-struck gaze from before, and wondered if he would ever get it back.

The meeting was civil at first. Most of them were just trying to support Peter as he stammered out the story of finding the body in electrical, but when a scout came back and reported the second body in storage, tension rushed into the room like water flooding from a dam. Everyone began listing off their tasks, where they were, who they were with, and gazes filled with suspicion began drifting across the table while Tony watched in mild satisfaction at the confusion that ensued.

But then Beck opened his mouth, and his subtle smirk fell immediately.

“Listen, I hate to say it, but the only person we know for sure was in both locations of the bodies was the kid,” the man said with false remorse, sending a crackle of electricity through the air as everyone turned to face the traumatised teen.

“W-What? No… No! I- I didn’t, I swear-!” Peter stammered out. “C-Coulson told me to get spare wires and I- and I-“

“And you just so happened to miss the dead body lying right beside them?” Beck pressed on, which made Tony’s jaw clench unknowingly.

“No! No I swear, there- there wasn’t a body when I went in there!” Peter said, his voice shaking as fiercely as his hands as he looked around pleadingly at his crewmates. Some met his gaze sadly, while others turned away, conflicted or convinced by Beck’s sly tongue.

“It is… concerning, that no one else was in storage or electrical at that time, Peter,” Steve said cautiously. Like he was trying to calm a wild animal.

Peter swung his mortified gaze to the captain and quickly realised that everyone was looking at him with some level of worry or condemnation, and in a last desperate attempt, Peter’s eyes met Tony’s own. Begging. Begging for him to save him, because he trusted him. Peter trusted Tony, but he shouldn’t, because Tony killed that man and Beck was going to make Peter take the blame-

“Actually, I saw the kid.”

All eyes now snapped to Tony at his sudden admission, feigning casualness even as Peter and Beck stared holes into his visor.

“Yeah, I… I saw him as I was on my way to admin,” Tony continued on. “He was collecting a bunch of wires and had no blood on him at all.”

Peter visibly sagged in relief, but Beck’s body had gone as stiff as a board, his voice icy cold as he said “Doesn’t mean he’s not the killer. He could’ve done it after you left.”

“Maybe, but Coulson would’ve heard from electrical if Peter tried to kill someone in storage. They’re right next to each other,” Tony defended again, unsure why he felt so certain about his position despite knowing who the true murderers were.

Beck was glaring daggers into his skull now, the question clear in his cold-hearted gaze.

What the hell are you doing?! You’re wasting a free kill!

But Tony didn’t want to kill the kid. Something inside him, something he didn’t understand, just- wouldn’t let him do it.

And it was that something that had him moving to Peter’s side, a gentle hand resting on his shoulder as he said confidently to the group “I’m almost one hundred percent certain that Peter is innocent. No offense, but he doesn’t exactly give off a ‘murderous’ energy, now does he?”

At that, the others seemed to finally loosen their suspicions, nodding along and finally remembering that there was a kid right in front of them who had just witnessed a gruesome murder. Empathy was back in their faces within moments, and the meeting with resolved with no further action. Hesitantly, everyone went back to their tasks, throwing pitiful glances at the shaken boy on the bench as they passed. All except for Beck of course, whose narrowed eyes were transfixed on Tony with such hatred that he was surprised he didn’t just lash out and snap his neck right then and there.

As everyone disappeared into the hallways again, the orange suited lady who introduced herself as Natasha hung around for another few moments to check that Peter was alright, attempting to wipe away the blood on his clothes only to find that it had already dried. “It’s gonna be alright kid,” she said, squeezing his arm lightly.

“M-May said this ship was the safest out there…” Peter murmured, though it seemed mostly to himself.

“Usually, but… sometimes unexpected things happen,” she said simply and rose back to her full height.

Peter just nodded numbly and stared down at his scuffed boots, swinging them back and forth to distract himself from the blood on his knees. Slowly, Tony grew aware of a new gaze fixed on him and turned to find Natasha staring back at him with sharp, calculating eyes. Like she was dissecting him with her vision alone.

But then she pulled away with a friendly goodbye to the young cadet, her eyes soft as Peter thanked her before turning back to Tony with a blank stare. “Take care of each other,” she remarked in what was supposed to be a casual tone, but Tony saw right through it. He had seen this strategy before. Pair people off and see who dies, which meant if Tony or Peter died, she would know whoever was left alive was the imposter.

The joke was on her though, because neither of them were going to die on Tony’s watch.

Natasha left without any more preamble and left Tony and Peter sitting in the eerie silent cafeteria.

“Thank you…” Peter murmured after a moment, turning to gaze up at Tony’s visor with tired eyes. “Thanks for… y’know, defending me back there…”

Tony lifted his shoulders in a half-hearted shrug, saying “It’s fine kid. I knew you were innocent.”

“No one else did,” Peter muttered as he stared down at his boots again, ashamed.

“Well, they’re idiots,” Tony said simply, smiling when it drew a small chuckle out of the boy.

Peter lifted his head again and peered up at Tony with a watery smile, seemingly understanding how close he had been to an unfortunate demise of his own. He looked exhausted, and after the day’s events, Tony couldn’t blame him -though he certainly blamed himself. If this were a normal ship then Tony would tell him to go sleep it off in the medbay, but this wasn’t a normal ship, and this wasn’t a safe ship either.

Tony had made an enemy of Beck, and so Peter would become a target not only for blame, but for murder as well. It was Beck’s mission to kill them all, and once, it had been Tony’s mission too.

“Mr Tony?” Peter asked hesitantly.

“Yeah kid?”

“Can I… can I stay with you…?”

But Tony’s mission had changed.

“Of course kid.”

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Peter stuck to Tony’s side like glue for the next few hours, working in tandem on their assigned tasks even though Tony was supposed to be sabotaging the ship instead of fixing it. He didn’t care. Not when Peter finally started easing up again and a spark of that familiar light shone through weak smiles and electric eyes. And when Peter leant his head on Tony’s shoulder as they waited for the download to come through, the man felt something light and warm flutter against his ribcage, conflicting with the heavy guilt that had settled in his gut like a boulder.

Deep down, Tony knew he had made the right decision.

But suddenly, the artificial lights cut out and the two were enveloped in darkness. It only took Tony a few blinks to fully adjust to the new lighting, but as a normal human being, Peter was left in complete shadows, his hand flying out wildly in search of the man he could no longer see.

“Tony? Tony-!”

“Right here kid,” he hummed, gripping onto the teen’s hand and drawing him to his side protectively. Light sabotages were a dangerous time for crewmates, and after Beck’s death glare from the cafeteria, it was probably a dangerous time for him too. Better safe than sorry…

“We should go fix the lights,” Peter said eventually, his helmet bumping into Tony’s shoulder.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea kid,” the man muttered.

“Somebody has to fix it, and I know my way around the wires.” Peter elbowed Tony gently in the ribs and added fondly “Besides, we’ll protect each other right?”

Reluctantly, Tony glanced down at the teenager beside him and stared into his shimmering eyes, eyes that couldn’t meet his own in this level of darkness. There were hints of fear in his gaze, but mostly it was overruled by a sudden determination. A drive to be helpful and good, which felt the opposite to Tony in almost every way, and yet somehow incredibly endearing.

“Alright Pete,” Tony murmured against his better judgement. “We’ll go, but you’ve got to stick with me alright?”

“Of course!”

And with that they were on their way to electrical again, Tony guiding Peter through the halls while trying not to make it obvious that he could see everything in their path. As they approached the doorway to electrical Tony felt Peter tense under his touch -probably remembering what had happened last time he came here- and squeezed his shoulder in reassurance, which the teen returned with a grateful hum. It was strange for Tony, comforting someone instead of terrorising them. It felt almost… wrong for his biology- his nature.

But then Peter smiled at him through the darkness, and Tony thought it might just be worth it.

The moment they reached the fuse box Peter got to work, just managing to see the wires through the shadows and rearranging them as needed. Tony stood guard behind him with his eyes transfixed on the entrance way for anyone who dared pose a threat to them both, muscles keyed up in anticipation for a fight.

Silence consumed the room for the longest time as Peter worked. Sometimes the teen muttered to himself in frustration, but then it fell back into that empty quiet again.

Then, out of the blue, Tony heard a strange noise from the hall. Like something metal scraping against the floor, which sent adrenaline flooding through Tony’s veins within seconds. “One sec,” he muttered back to the boy who was too enraptured in his work to notice Tony step away.

He just wanted to take a quick look out the corridor. Just a quick look.

Tony had barely stepped over the doorframe when he heard a startled shriek from behind, spinning around like lightning to be met with the most horrifying sight of all. Beck -eyes blazing, teeth gleaming- with Peter trapped tightly against his chest, a knife pressing against the boy’s heart. The helmets were metal so imposters like Beck -like Tony- always went for the torso where the suit was basically fabric and insulation. Nothing that could protect them, and everything that made for an easy kill.

Peter whimpered under the man’s fierce grip and a growl crawled up Tony’s throat in response.

“Should’ve voted with me and none of this would’ve happened,” Beck said, grinning like a maniac through the shadows. “Now I’m gonna kill this kid like you should’ve hours ago, and you’re gonna get your shit together and join me or I’ll send you out the damn airlock!”

A strained gasp escaped the teen as Tony’s secret was let out into the open, his brown eyes widening behind the visor but the rest of his body only able to struggle in Beck’s inhuman grip. Fear and guilt and shame swelled in Tony’s chest all at once, wondering what Peter must be thinking. How he must hate him now that he knew the truth.

But then a fire seared through the dread and replaced it with fury, levelling Beck with a glare as hot as the sun as he spat “Shouldn’t have done that.”

“Why not? Scared he won’t like you anymore now he knows you’re a murderer?” the man sneered.

“No,” Tony growled, shifting into a fighting stance. “Because now I get to kill you my way.”

Beck’s eyes sprung open in alarm the moment he registered his enemy’s words, but by then it was too late, and Tony had already pounced forward with his own set of unhuman skills and biology to wrestle him to the ground. The first priority was saving Peter, so Tony made sure to rip the boy out of Beck’s arms first and shove him away from the monster’s grasp, catching a swing from the knife as a result but not caring one bit as he turned back to Beck to finish his revenge. Fists and knifes and teeth and things that no human could describe were unleashed on each other, but Peter was safe and that was all Tony cared about. In the back of his mind, he was thankful that the lights were still out, because the battle happening before him was nothing short of a bloodbath.

Finally, when the metaphorical dust settled and Beck was nothing more than a carcass in the corner of electrical, Tony stumbled to where Peter sat huddled beneath the fuse box and whispered hoarsely “Kid… Peter. Are you- are you okay?”

Peter’s head snapped up with terrified eyes, the same eyes that Tony hoped he would never have to see again, and the man stopped his approach abruptly.

“I’m sorry kid, I just… I couldn’t let him hurt you,” Tony said weakly, though he knew it was no excuse for what the boy had witnessed.

Peter didn’t respond at first. He was shaking too hard to do anything other than breath, and even then it was strained and uneven.

After a few more moments of silence though, the teen mustered his voice and whispered “You’re… you’re one of them, aren’t you?”

Tony’s head dipped to his chest. No point lying now, he figured. “Yeah… yeah I am.”

“Are you… are you going to kill me?”

Snapping his gaze up within seconds, Tony met Peter’s petrified gaze and felt something invisible tugging in his chest again, the sensation more painful than anything he had ever felt before.

“No kid, I’m not,” he said, his own voice quivering with agony. “I don’t want to kill anyone… especially not you.”

Peter didn’t blink, barely even breathed. He seemed to be assessing him the same way Natasha had been earlier, but unlike her, Peter could only rely on Tony’s voice for an answer. Slowly, his hand lowered from where his knees were tucked up to his chest and settled over the comm link on his belt.

Tony’s expression softened and the aching in his chest intensified. “I get it… you can report me now,” he murmured. “I… I’m sorry kid.”

The hand froze over the radio, and Tony allowed himself to hope, just for a moment. But then Peter unclipped the comm and raised it to his mouth, eyes never leaving where Tony sat heavily in the shadows as he began speaking into the receiver.

“This is Peter, I’m reporting in because I’ve found the imposter.”

Even though he couldn’t see it, Tony tried to smile at the boy one last time before they threw him out the airlock. One last bit of encouragement to last him the rest of the journey.

“Who was it, Peter? Are you safe?” Natasha’s voice echoed across the line.

Here it comes.

“It was Beck. H-He tried to kill me while I was fixing the lights,” Peter said, voice shaking a little near the end.

And then, youthful brown eyes met traitorous red ones, and Tony felt something shift in the air like the electricity running through the walls.

“And yeah, I’m safe… I’m with Tony.”

Tony blinked in surprise, his spine going as stiff as a board as his brain tried to process those words. Words that didn’t make sense because if they were true, that meant that Peter was protecting him and that just couldn’t be reality.

“That’s good, that’s good,” Steve’s voice chimed into the tension of the room. “Is Beck restrained?”

“He’s dead,” Peter answered bluntly. “Tony… Tony killed him to save me.”

Something finally clicked in the man’s mind with those words, a clarity that had been withheld through his confusion, and Tony felt his eyes begin to sting and dampen under the cover of darkness.

“Alright son, where are you now and we’ll be there right away,” Steve said, his voice surprisingly gentle.

“We’re, uh, we’re in electrical.”

“Good, stay there and we’ll see you in a moment,” Natasha assured before Peter lowered his comm back to the floor.

For a good few moments, Tony and Peter just stared at each other, drawing in shaky breaths like neither of them could believe what just happened.

“You… you didn’t tell them,” Tony finally mumbled.

Tiredly, Peter unfurled his legs from his chest and said, “You saved my life.”

“I took lives too,” Tony felt the need to remind him, but the sharpness in Peter’s eyes told him he already knew that.

“And so long as you don’t do it again, I’ll keep your secret,” the teen offered.

Tony couldn’t believe it. This kid -this sweet innocent kid- had witnessed murder and betrayal and carnage on a level that no teenager ever should, and yet he still trusted Tony. He still saved Tony after everything he’d done.

That warm feeling that had appeared in bursts and flickers now bloomed fully in Tony’s chest, and he felt his first genuine smile in years lift at the corners of his lips. “Thank you Peter,” he said, imbuing all the gratefulness into his voice in the hopes the teen know how much this meant to him.

Peter smiled back, and Tony thought it must have worked.

“We’re a team now, okay?” the teen said, leaning forward to where he must have assumed the man was sitting and reaching out his hands, a little bit hesitantly.

“Right, a team,” Tony repeated softly.

But then Peter’s hand grazed his shoulder, and while the teen seemed to finally get a sense of his bearings in the darkness, Tony felt his eye twitch in alarm, terrified of chasing him away. But Peter couldn’t see the struggle in his expression, or the fears running through his head. All he saw was Tony. His protector and his friend.

Peter didn’t hesitate this time, wrapping his arms around Tony’s shoulders and holding him in a firm embrace.

“So we’ll protect each other,” Peter murmured into his shoulder, easing the panic in Tony’s chest. “You and me…”

Awkwardly, Tony lifted his own hands and placed them around Peter’s shoulder’s, mimicking his hold and practically melting into the gesture. “Yeah…” Tony breathed in utter relief, and for the first time in his life, true happiness.

“You and me…”

#tony stark #peter parker #irondad #spiderson #irondad and spiderson #among us #Irondad/Among Us #This is so weird but it was also heaps of fun to make lol #trust me to make a weird damn AU #Angst #Angst with a happy ending

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agreateryesterday · 4 years ago

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Stucky - ABO

Bottom!Steve

Inside the Lines

Settling in the Lines

Little Bumps in the Lines

A Little Outside the Lines

Way Outside Those Lines

Picking a New Color

Back Inside the Lines

Bold, Wiggly Lines

Scribbles and Broken Crayons

Somersaults and IV Lines

Broken Noses and Coloring Lines

Family Ties and Signature Lines

The Lines are Closer Than Ever

Past Lines and Future Loves

Little Wonders by Avengers_Whore

“You’d look amazing with a pup on yer hip,” he murmured, startling Steve. The blond sat up slightly and looked at him, brow furrowed. “Buck, you know I can’t-” “Yeah, yeah, Stevie, I know, but we can adopt! Just like Sam and Rhodey did with Wanda,” the alpha told him, smiling wide as he looked up at his mate. He was feeling giddy just at the thought of having a pup in their home. “Plenty of kids out there who would love to be part of our family.”

“Waffles, p’ease,” Tony murmured, laying his head on the omega’s shoulder. Steve smiled and nodded his head, carrying the little omega into the kitchen. He settled the pup onto the table and poked his nose gently, enticing a soft giggle from the boy. “Steeb, can we have choc’late chips?”“Of course honey,” the blond man said, gently tickling the boy’s side.

“Poor kid just fell down and seized right there in the exam room, totally scared the shit out of me.” Steve bolted upright, his eyes wide with panic. Tony whimpered at the sudden movement and curled into Bucky more, his little face scrunched up. The alpha tightened his hold on him and gave his omega a look.

“I wish you could be my brother, then you could stay forever,” the young pup murmured, moving around the table to hug onto Harley. The blond teen looked down at the boy with wide eyes before wrapping his arms around him and holding on tight.

“Stay away from my pup,” Bucky snarled softly, placing himself protectively between Howard and the small group of three still clinging to each other. “So you’re the one who took on my greatest failure,” the other alpha commented with a sneer. Bucky’s eyes narrowed dangerously and he got even closer into the older man’s face. “Walk away before you say something that gets you seriously hurt,” the brunet growled.

“Edward.” A shake of the head. “Benjamin.” Another shake. “Joseph.” “You’re not even trying,” Tony accused, crossing his arms over his chest. “Benjamin’s nice though. That can be his middle name.” “Oh well since you’ve already decided."

“Why do we even try to keep up with you people?” Sam grouched as he helped Steve put away everything in the kitchen. The beta was putting the glasses away in a cupboard, careful as he unpacked them from the box one by one. “Three kids and a house, I’ll never catch up.” “I don’t think it’s a competition, Sam,” Steve told him with a smile.

“You act like you’re not going to be supervised by an adult,” Harley said, cuffing the younger’s ear and smirking when the omega yelped. Since Tony was incredibly young to be in college, they’d put him in Harley’s apartment. The alpha would be able to watch out for him and since they were actually siblings, he wouldn’t be bothered by Tony going into heat. “Why do you have to crush my dreams like that?”

“Boyfriend?” Bucky asked, a growl lacing his words. “Oh stop. His name is Ty and he’s a very nice, charming alpha. Just wanted you to know before you got a whiff of him and got all rutty,” the omega told him. “Do not embarrass Tony.”

“Boyfriend?” Bucky asked, seemingly materializing out of nowhere. The brunet alpha was immediately up in Loki’s personal space, trying to intimidate and size him up all at once.

“Boyfriend, hm? A good one this time hopefully?” Steve asked, crossing his arms over his chest. “The best. Harley-approved and all,” Tony told him, biting his bottom lip as he watched Loki and his father.

He looked up and came face-to-face with icy-blue eyes. The alpha had a white coat on, meaning he was a doctor.

“I-I am so sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going,” Tony stuttered, his face turning red the longer he looked at this alpha. The man smiled slightly and handed over some of the books before helping the omega up. “Not a problem, I was too busy looking at my phone,” the doctor told him. “Dr. Stephen Strange.”

“You have my blessing.” “Stevie!” Bucky protested. “Oh hush. You always get like this, Wade’s not even allowed in our house because you think he’s going to molest Peter,” the blond scolded his mate, swatting at the alpha. “What?” Peter asked, his voice cracking from the shock.

“You’re pregnant?” Steve exclaimed, immediately off of the couch and running over to hug the three of them excitedly. “I’m gonna be a grandma!” “Well, yes and no,” Loki said with a chuckle. “Anthony isn’t pregnant.” “Then what do you mean?” Peter asked, his brow furrowing. “Riri, you can come out now, darling,” Stephen called. Everyone watched with wide eyes as the little alpha girl came out of the kitchen, running over and hiding behind Tony’s legs.

“Honey! Babe, I’m home,” Steve called as he entered the apartment, tossing his keys onto the table by the door. He closed his door with his foot and carried the grocery bags into the kitchen. “Brock?” “Yeah, Steve, I’m comin’. I was in the bathroom,” Brock answered as he came around the corner. The omega giggled as he started pulling everything out of the bags to start putting away. He purred when arms wrapped around him from behind.

“You- You hit me!” Peter exclaimed. “You never hit me!” “I didn’t mean to! You wouldn’t get off’a me!” “‘Cause you won’t talk to me! Wade, I’m your best friend, why won’t you talk to me?” Wade growled in frustration and pulled his hood further down over his face when he caught Peter trying to look at him. He smelled of angry, anxious alpha over his unique taco and iron smell.

I'm not making any promises. by Ohlookitsabi, Stucky_Barnes

(Last updated Sep 7, 2018) 3 chapters

steve and Bucky are together, They are happily inlove... but what happens when SOMEONE tries to get in their way? (this is my first fic so I'm sorry in advance)

Popping by himawri45 (kotaka_kun)

*Finished* 2 chapters

Steve and Bucky are expecting (again, or it could be their first), and Steve hasn’t taken the changes to his body so well and with each new change, he grows more self-conscious and embarrassed of his new appearance. The latest change, he noticed one morning, is that his belly button has popped. This makes him super embarrassed not only because of how apparent it looks, but it also is very sensitive and to make matters worse, he gets razzed about it by Bucky, their kids and/or his friends.

Splintered Beginnings by angel_with_a_nuclear_bomb

*Finished* 3 chapters

HYDRA gave up on human experimentation after their 500th subject failed. They theorized that if they changed the original form to something more substantial, the project could survive. Their first subject was immensely successful, vicious yet obedient. Their second subject.... That's a little bit of a different story. But what happens when the Avengers intercept their first subject, and HYDRA's house of cards slowly begins to to fall? *STARRING* Bucky as a chunky wolf Steeb as a tiny wolf and Bucky as a traumatized human Steeb as an even more traumatized human

It's been a long day without you, my friend by AyeeItsJaee

(Last updated Nov 24, 2019) 1 chapter

Packs are the most important thing to Steve. Ever since he was a child he believed he would form a pack with Bucky. And then the war and the serum happened. the two hardly got to even speak. Bucky fell off of the train and Steve crashed in the ice, he thought he was dead. He sometimes wished they never found him. He didn't have his Alpha. Everything changed when hydra attacked Nick Fury and Steve found him again. Bucky was alive. He was alive and taking care of a fourteen year old while is aunt was in the hospital.

Date Night by himawri45 (kotaka_kun)

*Finished* One Shot

“You feeling okay?” “I’m fine,” Steve assured him, “Just Braxton Hicks.” Bucky looked surprised at that. “I’ve been having them off and on all day, it’s no big deal.” “Is it bad?” he pressed. “We can go home if you’re not comfortable, y’know.” “I’m fine, Buck.” Steve squeezed Bucky’s hand. “Really, it’s okay. Just means my body’s getting ready and all. It’s nothing to be worried about.” Bucky looked unsure but dropped it once Steve began looking over the menu. Steve was glad for it - he didn’t want Bucky to have to spend their night together worrying himself over Steve. Steve could take care of himself.

The Same Star by Annaelle, dolarhyding, Juulna

*Finished* 6 chapters

The year is 2117—nearly 100 years after the Third World War and 50 years after the discovery of the Alpha-Omega gene mutation—and the United Research Space Agency has landed its first manned mission on the recently discovered tenth planet, named Gaia. On this planet, there are now seven souls—that they know of—led by URSA’s finest, most driven Captain; an Omega named Steve Rogers and his loyal Alpha, Bucky Barnes. The mission—a dream mission, a mission the entire population of Earth follows with bated breath—will soon become a nightmare for all involved. The mission is hastily aborted when a freak storm of unimaginable proportions hits suddenly, forcing the team to leave the surface of the planet—all but one. Bucky Barnes is left behind, assumed dead by all, even his grief-stricken Omega. The vast distance between them increases every minute, and it might be more than he—and his mate—are capable of handling. With such distance, it is only a matter of time before Separation Sickness takes them and makes them lose control—the one thing Steve, leader of the Gaia Exploration Crew, cannot afford to lose.

Remember Dreams by Stuckylover4ever

(Last updated July 22, 2020) 11 chapters

In a world where Beta rules the world, Alpha's and Omega's are trying to survive. Going to a college would be hard enough for Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, and Peter Parker if they weren't dealing with being Omegas in a world where Omega's aren't allowed much. Each one of them is dealing with a pregnancy on top of Steve's health issues. As much as Tony Stark loved his daughter, he didn't want to be a stay at home dad. While he didn't mind it, Tony wanted to have a good education as well. Beta's are known to be given everything while being allowed to do what they want. Alpha's, on the other hand, are required to go to college, get a good job, then settle down. Omegas are only allowed to have families. Going to college isn't allowed for them, and if they do go, then they are looked down upon. Follow them as they learn to love, dream, and change the world. Each one of them has a story to tell, and they want to tell it. Life is hard, but when you are told what you are supposed to do, then life get's harder.

honestly thought i’d be dead by now, but what you can trust is that i need your touch by moonythejedi394, raynaki

*Finished* 17 chapters

Bucky is 37 years old; he’s unmarried, hasn’t had a Sub of his own, is definitely not ripped, comfortable at his job as an Advanced Practice RN at Brooklyn General ER, and just got his Five Years coin from AA. Steve is 26 years old; he’s unmarried, his last and only Dom has Alzheimer's, he's worryingly muscular, uncomfortable in his job as the government’s poster Alpha for masculinity and strength, and worries more than he should about his BMI. Unfortunately, Steve and Bucky meet initially in a not-cute moment. Bucky’s tired as shit thanks to the sudden alien invasion that shook New York and Steve is tired as shit because he hasn’t slept more than 20 minutes at a time in – well, since 1936, probably. Bucky’s Alpha instincts get irritated at the sudden presence of another "Alpha" into his territory and Steve’s suppressed submissive tendencies latch onto this grumpy bachelor Alpha and he only suppresses it further. Bucky’s grumpiness and Steve’s duckling impressionism aside, both of them are a mess. But since both of them are a mess? Their messes seem to fit pretty well together.

Fairy Tales Are Lies We're Told So That We Keep Dreaming by Fallen_Ash

(Last updated June 20, 2019) 5 chapters

This is a story about a group of friends, who came together in the most unlikely of situations, to battle for what they believe is right.

So the Story Says by monsterradio

*Finished* One Shot

A prophecy once said that a warrior with scales for skin and fire for breath would tie with a prince of a kingdom so vast it spanned half the land. Alpha King of Dragons, James, thought it was just a story whispered around a fire until a crow came from the kingdom of Shield, hailing the coming of age of their Omega heir.

What the Doctor Ordered

Conflict of Interest

In Equal Measure

Be Your Alpha if You Wanted

Coming to Terms at the Turn (of the decade) by sarahyellow

*Finished* One Shot(s), 4 chapters

Steve is a sickly adult omega who lives under the custody of the state in the 1940's. He's always insisted on riding out his heats alone but after the disaster that was his last cycle he is forced to choose: pair with one of OmegaHouse's support alphas, or undergo a therapeutic procedure to fulfill his heat.

Much to Steve Roger's chagrin, a handsome new alpha is assigned to his hall at the Brooklyn Heights OmegaHouse.

Things in the House haven't changed too much in the past year and a half. Well... some things have. Steve's turned eighteen now, he's started courses at the community college. Alexander Pierce has been elected the 33rd president of the United States. Oh, and James/Bucky? He's Steve's hall alpha and he's kind of growing on him. Until he isn't.

Another look into the lives of Steve Rogers and James (Bucky) Barnes at the Brooklyn Heights OmegaHouse. Steve and Bucky are still diametrically opposed.

Things've been confusing between them ever since his heat. Bucky had given Steve what he’d needed, and Steve’s been feeling indebted to him ever since. He’s got newfound respect for Bucky. And… maybe something else. He hasn’t put a name to it yet, has been too afraid to. But it’s been plaguing his thoughts. According to House rules it’s probably inappropriate, but neither one of them knows what to do about it.

Post: Part 4

#stucky #steve rogers #james bucky barnes #alpha!bucky #omega!steve #omega!steve rogers #alpha!bucky barnes #abo #alpha/beta/omega #marvel #bottom!steve #bottom!steve rogers #top!bucky barnes #top!bucky

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lunnanunna · 5 years ago

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You’re in the Band

Day6 Extra Member AU

Summary: JYP talks to Parker about his plans to have her debut in Day6.

A/N: Okay, so here’s Parker’s first official episode post! I really hope you like it!

Requests are open! And let me know what you think.

Parker slowly walked into the conference room that she had been called into. She was pulled out of dance practice, and was told to meet up with JYP. Parker had never actually met the man, just greeted him in passing throughout the halls of the building, so she was kind of nervous.

She tugged on the sleeves of her tattered crew neck as she entered the room. No one was there yet, and Parker hovered by the door, debating on sitting, or staying standing until the CEO came.

“Hello, Parker. How are you?” the Australian turned to see the CEO smiling as he entered the room. Parker quickly greeted him with a bow, taking a step back as he stepped further into the room.

“Hey, Soojin.” Parker looked up, just as Sungjin and Younghyun walked in behind the older man.

“Hi,” Parker waved, confused as to why they were here too.

“Sit,” JYP motioned to Parker to take a seat, along with the other two. Parker sat in the chair in front of the CEO and Sungjin and Younghyun sat to her left.

“I’m sure you’re curious as to why I’ve asked you to be here today,” JYP started off. Parker nodded in answer. “Well, as you’re probably aware, Day6 is now down a keyboardist.” Another nod from Parker. “And sadly you didn’t make the line-up for Twice.” Parker chewed on her lip at the memory of failing.

“You still did really well, though,” Sungjin quickly said to reassure her. She nodded smiling. Parker had talked to him a few times since joining the company, and he always seemed so sweet and warmhearted. She had actually met all of Day6, but she was closer to Younghyun and Dowoon.

“Thank you, Sunbaemin,” Parker smiled.

“Of course you did well. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for it to sound like you didn’t,” JYP quickly said.

“No, not at all,” Parker waved her hands, smiling. She hadn’t thought he did at all. He was just stating a fact. Even though Parker hadn’t made her debut, she was grateful for the experience.

JYP smiled at the girl. He remembered being impressed by her dancing and singing, but he really did feel like the offer he was about to make now, was the best for her.

“Parker? What’s your take on bands?” he asked the girl. She looked up at him, head tilting slightly to the side.

Parker thought a bit, then said, “I really like them. I actually follow more bands than solo artists. I have since I was younger.” And she had. Her parents always played songs from all sorts of bands, and due to the environment growing up, she came to love them too.

Younghyun smiled from his seat next to Sungjin, the leader himself also smiling. Parker smiled, noticing this then said, “I was actually really excited when Day6-sunbaemin debuted.”

JYP chuckled at her answer, “Perfect.” Parker turned back to him, with a questioning look.

“Now what I’m about to suggest, will solely be up to you. You can say no, but I’d like you to know that I’m very fond of this idea,” the man said, and waited a few seconds before he continued talking, “How do you feel about making your debut as Day6’s new keyboardist?”

Parker froze, mind processing the situation. Her jaw went slack as she played back what the CEO had said. ‘Debut.’ She had to have misheard him. There was no way that he had said that, right?

“Parker?” Younghyun called out. Parker blinked a few times, then looked at the boys next to her, then back at the CEO.

“Pardon?”

JYP laughed, “Sungjin and Younghyun have both suggested that you join Day6 as their new keyboardist, and I have heard you play. I feel that you would do really well.”

“I-I woul- Wait. So like… really debut?” Parker stuttered. She looked at the boys for confirmation. They both smiled, nodding. Her throat felt dry, and she quickly reached for one of the mini water bottles in the middle of the table and took a sip.

“Yes, Parker. Debut,” JYP repeated, smiling softly, “So what do you say?”

“I’d be crazy to say no,” she said, closing the bottle back up and placing it back on the table.

“Not entirely. I’d make sure you’d make a debut in the near future, but like I said, I’m a fan of this idea.” Parker, slowly nodded at what JYP had said. The idea of debuting in a band interested her a bit more than a dancing group (Not that she couldn’t dance, because she could dance.)

“If I’m being honest,” Parker paused, to make sure she was doing the right thing, “I like the idea. I think it’d be really cool.” She smiled at the man, then at Sungjin and Younghyun. All three smiled back.

“Then Parker, I’d like to congratulate you on your debut,” JYP smiled at the girl, who broke into a smile so wide, that he was sure she had never been happier in her life. “Thank, Sir,” Parker grinned, standing and bowing at the man. She was going to make her debut! It was finally happening. She couldn’t believe it.

“Welcome to Day6,” Sungjin smiled at Parker. She turned to the two boys and grinned back at them.

“Thank you guys for giving me this chance,” Parker bit her lip, holding back tears. She had never been this happy before (She was pretty sure.)

“Younghyun was the one who suggested you, and I couldn’t have agreed more,” the leader smiled at the girl.

“Yeah, I told Sungjin that you were the one,” Younghyun stated, walking over to Parker and patting her head. Parker sheepishly smiled at him.

“Okay, so I’ll let you talk to the other members, seeing as I know for a fact that they’re outside waiting and dying to properly greet you. I’ll have the contract written up and then you can sign it, making it official,” JYP stated, pulling the three’s attention to him. Parker nodded her head, thanking him. The man smiled one last time, then left the room.

Once he left, the other three members came rushing in. While Jae and Wonpil went to Sungjin and Younghyun, Dowoon made his way over to Parker, grinning.

“I take it, you’re our new keyboardist?” he asked, voice as deep as always. Parker nodded, beaming. He took her in his arms, “I’m so happy. Not just ‘cause you’re joining us, but because you’ll finally make your debut.”

“Thank you, Oppa,” Parker squeezed him. She was so happy to make her debut, especially with one of her closest friends. They had met one late night, where Parker had been practicing on her piano. Dowoon had heard her and went to see who had stayed so late. They got to talking, it was safe to say that he became one of her best friends.

“I forgot that Dowoon already knew her,” Jae said, looking at the two. When they separated, he walked over to her and stuck his hand out and said in English, “Hello, fellow English speaker.”

Parker snorted, but took his hand. “G’day Mate,” Parker greeted in the strongest Aussie accent she could muster (She already had a pretty heavy accent, so she didn’t have to try too hard.)

Jae’s mouth dropped, “You didn’t tell me she was Australian! Yo, that’s so cool!” Younghyun and Parker laughed at him, the former quickly explaining what had just happened to the others in Korean.

“Okay, I just have one quick question,” Jae said, looking at Parker. The girl smiled at him, signaling him to go on. “Why Parker? Like there’s nothing wrong with the name. I’ve just never met a girl named Parker, or boy for that matter.”

“Really? Not even a boy?” Parker smiled.

“No, not really. Is it like an Australian thing?”

“What? Oh no. It’s a my-parents-are-geeks thing,” Parker laughed.

“How so?” Wonpil asked, big eyes questioning. Dear Lord, what a cutie, Parker thought.

Dowoon laughed next to her, already knowing the story. Parker smiled at him then turned the others, “Well my parents are huge comic book nerds. My dad said that if their first child was a boy, they’d name him Peter. My mom wanted a girl, and said that she’d named her Parker, seeing as it is a unisex name. And well, as you can see I’m a girl.” Parker held up her hand, in the shaka sign.

Jae snorted just as the others laughed. “I really want to meet you parents now,” he grinned, shaking his head.

“Oh, don’t worry. You’ll definitely meet them. They’ll probably hop on the next plane to Korea to congratulate me in person,” Parker laughed. Making a mental note to call her parents later tonight and to find her brother as well to tell him the good news.

“Okay, well why don’t we all go out to eat dinner. We’ll get to know Parker...” Sungjin began, but then paused real quick, looking at her, “Or Soojin? Which do you prefer?”

“Either really. Parker will definitely be my stage name though. So I guess when it’s just us, what whatever comes easiest to you guys,” Parker smiled at the leader.

“Okay, that’s good,” he nodded, “We’ll get to know Soojin a bit better over dinner.” Parker smiled at the name.

“Sounds good to me,” Dowoon said, slinging an arm over Parker’s shoulder.

“Let’s get it,” Jae whooped as he led the group out of the conference room. Parker looked at each of her new members excited to start this new chapter in her life.

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sgt-morgan · 4 years ago

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Lucky Kentucky ch. 2

Chapter 1

Hello there, welcome back to my Rockstar!Bucky x Reader fic. It was heavily inspired by my love of seventies mega rockstars, Almost Famous, Classic Rock, and a little bit of personal whimsy. I hope you enjoy, and read responsibly.

⚠️ WARNING ⚠️ : cussing, sexy times, drugs, booze, smoking, objectification, fornication, liberation, and a litany of other sordid topics and traumas.

“HEY! NOBODY FUCKING MOVE!” To say that the last thing you needed was a missing rockstar, was a drastic understatement, and a testament to your unending will.

“Where in the good sweet name of Jesus is that dick head?” You fumed stomping towards the rest of the band.

“Your guess is as good as ours sweetheart, we got nothing. No phone calls, no texts, no nothing.” Shrugged Steve Rodgers, guitarist and all around good guy. “If I knew that all the time, I think I’d be a millionaire.”

You sighed and looked around you at the fleet of your busses and equipment trucks, and you could have sworn that you were ready to kill that asshole with your bare hands. “Well hot stuff? He better show up quickly, or so help me God he will be sleeping in a tour bus with the newest, dweebiest, roadies I can find. Do you know how bad new roadie busses smell? He will if he dosent get his ass here by the time the last piece of your stage equipment is packed.”

“I think you should land his ass there anyway, to give him time to think about what he’s done.” Sam shrugs, Clint vehemently nodding his support as he wrangles one of his two delightful children. “I think his punsishmet should fit his crimes personally.”

“Oh yeah! I think that’s a great idea! Or, he could stay with Laura and I on our bus, I’m sure the whining infant won’t keep him up all night, He’s gonna love it!” Clint nods, “We have a rule, no booze, broads, or bud around the kids! He’ll dry out quick!”

“No Clint, no worries at all. He won’t sleep or get laid on the roadie bus,” you laugh, “he’ll be surrounded by filth, and endless questions, and gawking. He won’t get the back room either, I’ll give him a bunk. Frankie will be on his bus, that way he never gets away with anything. No escape artists on my watch!” You wink, plucking his oldest, Cooper off his back and wrestling him into a head lock.

“Oof, devious as always.” Natasha laughs nodding and throwing her arm around you. “I remember when I got on your bad side, wasn’t worth the never ending week of publicity with no coffee. That was the strictest ban I’ve ever dealt with for sure.”

“Someone start calling his ass.” You laugh pulling away from Tasha and waking towards Peter to get a rundown on the status of loading up.

“Oh captain, my captain!” Peter saluted, about nine or ten roadies following in his lead while the rest just stood gawking as if they had never seen a woman before. “We are about twenty minutes from setting sail, I have my men sorted into busses and vans, Frankies bus has one extra bed open as per request, and, as our lady of perpetual mystery might be interested to hear, we have a new crew of over eager security team members stocked to the brim on Frankies bus, even worse than the roadies. Is everything ship shape?”

“At ease Parker,” you giggle, shoving him out of his stiff rehearsed stance, “indeed we are ship shape, now if only our little diva Jr. would show face, we could be on our way.” Just as you were finishing that sentence, a car pulled up, and out stumbled the man of the hour, James Barnes.

James Buchanan Barnes was drunk. Inibriated, intoxicated, off his ass, pissed, blitzed, sloshed, ranked, hammered, wrecked, out for the count, drunk. He stumbles out of the Uber, bottle in hand, but at least he was dressed. He stumbled over to the rest of the group, he had a duffel bag, wether it was packed with anything useful is up in the air, you’d make sure you’d get your hands on it and ensure that it had what he needed. Wanda could take care of filling in the gaps. You have now decided that there is no escape from Frankie for him. You’d have to put someone on the bus. You don’t know who yet, but someone. Maybe Quill? Whoever it was, needed to get along with Sam and Steve. Thor, he would work nicely. You’d see to it that Frankie had him moved. Now there was the Liquor problem. This was a decision every road manager has to dread. As any good rockstar could tell you, you have to be stone sober or completely fucked to perform a good show, you just had to decide what would or wouldn’t ruin the band... or him. So, sober it was. No use dragging it on any longer.

“JAMES BUCHANAN BARNES!”

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Any man alive knew that sound was trouble. No woman used the full Government name if you were in good standings. That was just facts. However, drunk thoughts beget sober truths and the truth is, that was incredibly sexy. When he turned hands raised in surrender whiskey bottle and duffle abandoned he was greeted to the glorious sight of her. Kentucky, dressed in leggings and a ripped up old band tee that he could faintly register belonged to Led Zepplin. Her hair piled up on her head shining in the sunlight her curves begging to be expl-

*whack*

Well, that will sober you up quick.

“Hey dickhead, so glad you could make it!” Sam, not looking too thrilled despite his statement of glad tidings gave him a smile he could only describe as cat catching canary. “I think Lucky needs to see you. Loose the doe eyes, it’s getting creepy.”

“Yeah buddy, I can catch on pretty quick.” He fumbled for what to say, and settled on “Bluegrass, doll, you look stunning this fine morning. Care for a swig of Kentucky’s finest?” He slurred, She sauntered up to him and he could swear he felt the magic, until she snatched the bottle and promptly tipped it out onto the ground. “Hey, woah! Easy there Kentucky, that was a bottle of Kentucky’s finest! that was a bottle of Eagle Rare!”

“No James, your looking at Kentucky’s finest, and you should know that I’m better than all the barrels in Frankfort. Buffalo Trace has nothing on me. Now, since you came in all washed up and wandering right smack dab before the deadline, I’m gonna be merciful, but the next time you pull this shit? Theres a bunk in Frankies bus with the minors that has your name on it. Are we clear? Brooklyn?” She had the empty bottle in her fist, her other arm draped under her breasts and she was jabbing him in the chest. He had never been more frightened and turned on in his entire life.

“Reading you loud and clear KY, I got the message.” He nodded backing away slightly.

“Good!” She smiled turning into an entirely different woman. One with sunshine and laughter in her soul, her perverbial horns retracting. She snatched his sunglasses right off of his aching eyes, and placed them on her face. Low blow, but not entirely unexpected. “Now that the princess is here, load up and let’s roll! First pit stop is in Vegas, so we got a lot of ground to cover!” She stuffed his empty bottle and his duffle back into his hands, and headed for her bus, he just caught the conversation as the Barton family began to load up watching her go by.

“Daddy?”

“Yes, Lila?” Clint said helping his little girl put her little pink hello kitty duffle under the bus.

“Is Uncle Bucky in trouble?” She asked innocently looking back at Bucky, who gave her a little wave.

Clint turned to face him, chucking as he met his gaze, “Oh yeah honey, lots and lots of it.”

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You loaded yourself onto the administrative bus, plopping yourself into the little booth right at the front near the head bus driver, Phil Colson.

“Hello Phil!” You smiled, opening your laptop and checking on your hotel reservation. The kind bus driver smiled and started up the bus. Next on we’re your bunk mates, Wanda, Vision, Bruce, and Peter. That left two bunks open for Tony and Pepper for when they joined you on the occasion.

“Well, I can proudly announce that Barnes’ military training has not gone to waste, even sloppy drunk he knows how to pack his essentials!” Wanda’s beautiful soothing voice waltzes its way into your ears as she and Vision loaded themselves onto the bus. “He’s got his tooth brush and everything! It’s a miracle!”

You nodded at that eyes still focused on checking your route’s traffic and totaling how much it would cost you for a late check in if nessicary. “Good, he can be a functioning adult when he wants to be!”

“The widows are settled onto their bus, everyone’s got what they need. Carol said she could do with some more angry Lucky, she missed you apparently” Bruce sighed plopping down next to you silently checking over your figures.

“I’ve got everything packed so that it should only take the lighting crew and I two hours to shore up, which puts my productivity up by 30%” Vision shrugged putting his arm back around his beautiful wife.

“And I can move heavy things and take good photos. Also, I fixed that stage piece you were worried about and it is no longer does the rocky thingy.” Peter grinned giving you finger guns.

“Ugh, I love the sound of efficiency!” You sigh, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear as you throw your stuff in the bunk closest to the shower. “Thank you all for agreeing to take this on with me, I wanted you because you’re my A-team, and I knew that I couldn’t do this without you... plus I knew it would look fantastic on your resumes.” The crew in your bus gave a here here for that statement.

“So, Barnes. How do you plan to tackle that battle?” Peter said plopping down on top of Wanda and Vision as if they were just two decorative pillows. “He’s gotta strong will and a heady brooding nature, rough shit I tell yah.”

“Not to mention the fact that he’s incredibly handsome,” Wanda said pushing Peter to the floor, “We know you’re a pushover for that type!”

“Well lady and gentlemen, I plan to kick his ass into shape. Good looks and broody behavior be damned!” You huff.

“I may point out, that is not exactly a plan darling.” Vision says sympathetically patting you on the head as he carries his and Wanda’s things to the back of the bus.

“Well Viz, darling I am well aware of that. I have a plan. He’s gonna have to sober up. This behavior isn’t normal for him, his band mates and Tony have made that clear, he’s on the string for some girl that couldn’t have given less of a shit about him, so he’s all fucked in the head. MY job, is going to be reminding him he’s a goddamn rock star, who doesn’t need a bitch like that to make him happy!” You gesticulate as you unpack the supplies you’d need for a shower. “Then, all should be well with the world again, and I can go back to managing tours that don’t make me want to kill myself.”

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“Say Stevie, that uh, that Kentucky sure is one tough dame right?” Bucky say’s as he charges shirts, “gotta lot of spunk?”

“Yeah Buck, she’s a real hot head when she wants to be, but she’s fantastic at this. I’ve not seen a better organized tour in my life!” He hears his best friend laugh from the front.

“Not to mention,” Sam started from his position on the couch, “she’s one hot mama, veeeeeery fine. You can tell she knows it too. I wonder if she likes dark chocolate, I think I should find out.”

Bucky felt anger deep in his gut at Sam’s teasing, but for the life of him he can’t figure out why. He dosent need another relationship, hell, dosent want one. That only leads to broken hearts and empty bottles... broken hearts and empty bottles... a little cliche but he could make it work. He’d write it down later. Right now, his sole purpose was intel. Gathering as much info on Kentucky as he could.

“Gotta make sure she’s not already tied up Sammy boy!” He laughed, “besides, I think she likes Seargents.” He winked.

“Well if it’s information on the lady Kentucky you want, I’ve got you covered.” The big braun-y security guy Thor chuckled, “she’s single as it comes, bad break up with some hot douche bag in some other band. Wasn’t pretty that breakup, I tell yah. Frankie and I had to beat the guys face in to get him off her door step, she started road managing in order to get away from him, being constantly on the move made her a moving target, it worked better that way.”

“Sheesh, any ideas on that band name? I’d hate to bump into them sometime.” Bucky shook his head, “she sounds like a tough lady.”

“Oh she is,” Thor chuckled, “got some rough and tumble to her, she’s good at what she does. Hydra? I think that’s the name at least.”

“Sheesh,” Steve muttered, “She messes around with hard hitters huh? Hydra is huge on the pop punk charts, they’re not topping out on the hot 100 or anything, but they pull a decent crowd for sure.”

“Yeah, this isn’t the first time I’ve heard stories about them being absolute dicks either,” said Sam, “poor thing. I hate that for her.”

“She’s a good lady, really, she’s always so kind, goes out of her way to learn names and remember important dates, never afraid to pitch in where she’s needed. You guys are lucky to have her for this tour.” Thor nods, putting his things away and laying down in his bunk.

“Yeah, very lucky.” Bucky nods, daydreaming about a woman he just met. This was gonna be a long tour.

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Their first stop was in Nevada. Los Vegas, baby. The first show of the tour was at the colosseum at Ceaser’s palace. This meant discounted hotel rooms, larger merch sales, and quite a bit of press was involved, but you were ready to take on the challenge. You arrived in Los Vegas around 6am, all of the bands stumbling off their respective busses and making their way towards the resteraunts in the hotel. You and Bruce headed off to snag hotel keys, and settle the bands into place. Wanda, Vis, and Peter, headed with the rest of the crew and the equipment trucks to the Venue for set up.

“Alright Bruce, you get the Widows settled in their rooms, I’ll take care of the boys. Tell the girls their press is at 10 and their rehearsal will be at noon, they are to be at the venue no later than 9:15. They will arrive and go straight to Wanda, who has outfit options, and makeup. They have a lunch break at 2:00, and they need to be at the venue by 5:00 for their sound check at 5:30, curtain is at 7:30.” You rattled off handing Bruce back stage passes and a few printed copies of tonight’s schedule. “I’ll meet you outside in twenty to send the busses to the venue.” Bruce gave you a tiny salute and you wandered off to find the Commandos. You found them sitting in a resteraunt, a waiter bringing them their drinks. You noticed Bucky had a screwdriver, now that just wouldn’t do. You snatched the glass from him right as the waiter was about to put it in his hand, slamming it back in one go.

“Woohoo! Good morning Kentucky!” Clint laughed clapping with Steve and Sam, who were pointing at a dumb struck Bucky.

“Damn, sugar! I didn’t know you had it in you this early!” Sam laughed.

“We,” you said gesturing between Bucky and yourself, “will take water and a coffee.” You said to the waiter with a wink. “Good morning boys! We’re in for a good one today! Starting off at the colosseum is a great first gig! Now I hate to be a downer, but unfortunately, I gotta lay down the law. This tour will have a no show day drinking policy. Zero tolerance, breaking this rule leads to a prohibition to the breakers caffeine supply, and lands you in a bunk in Frankies bus with the newbies. The only exceptions are exactly one pre show shot and or beer for last minute jitters, or a celebratory toast. Any other hard day drinking will lead to repricutions. Rule number two, I run a right ship, I do not appreciate tardiness. I went easy on you the first day, but here on in, if you are late by more than ten minutes, I will assume you’re dead and send the cops to come find you. Very loud, very messy, and definitely will make the news. So, do I make myself clear?” You looked around and met their gazes everyone seemed to be okay with these rules, except Bucky.

“What the hell lucky? Am I some kinda child or something? No drinking? No tardiness? Am I a high schooler? Jesus, you gotta pair on you if you think that I, a grown ass man would ev-“ your food came about five words into his little tirade, and as soon as the waiter left your food, you shoved a roll in Bucky’s mouth.

“Stuff it Brooklyn, we wouldn’t fuckin NEED these rules if you could get your ass together for five minutes to see what you’re doing! Your drunkenness has made you sloppy, you’re late on your due dates, your waisting Tony’s time and money on your pouty bullshit, and your friends are worried about you. So yes, we’re gonna have rules, they will have consequences, and I’ll beat your ass myself if you show the inability to get it together!” You rant jabbing your finger into his chest to get your point across. “Now, eat your waffles, here’s your schedules, and if you are not showered and decently dressed at the colosseum by 10 am sharp, so help me God I’ll call the cops.” With that you gathered your coffe and your purse and stalked away. Handing Steve they’re schedules, passes, and hotel keys as you went. It was gonna be a long night, you could feel it.

“Did anyone else find that extremely sexy?” Sam asked, and by god Bucky couldn’t help it, he nodded in agreement.

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Steve and Bucky followed eachother up to their floor of the hotel, crew, secrity, and bands took up the entire fifth floor. Later tonight, when everyone actually got to unload after the show, It would be a real party, people leaving their doors open, coolers of beer, goods and services being exchanged, instruments and duffle bags and food being passed from room to room, it was Bucky’s personal favorite part of the evening.

Right now, it was sad and empty. So, he showered, and he went to sleep. At approximately 10:15 am, Bucky was rudely awakened by a pounding on his door. He looked at the time and he jumped to his feet so fast he almost broke his neck tripping on his sheets. Kentucky was gonna kill him. He just hoped to God whoever was outside his door didn’t drag him out of the hotel in handcuffs.

“Ok Bucky, time to shine!” He muttered to himself and threw open the door. Outside was quite possibly the largest man he’s ever seen, and he was no pipsqueak himself, he towered over bucky by at least a foot, and his biceps were roughly the size of his head. “Hello there, seeing as you’re not in a police uniform, you must be Frankie.” The big man grunted his assent. “Ok then, may we g-“

“Listen here pretty boy, I don’t care if your famous, you hurt Kentucky? I hurt you. Understood?” His voice felt like a blast of attic wind. It made Bucky shiver. Where was this coming from? How would he hurt Kentucky, it’s not like she would ever date him, he couldn’t even get a woman to Mary him, let alone bag an absolute catch like Lucky.

“Yes sir, won’t happen again.” Bucky saluted like he was still in the service then realized what he was doing and always my scratched his head. “Can we?” He pointed at the door, hoping against all odds to escape this absolute shit show of a conversation.

“By the way kid? You’re lucky she didn’t send the cops.”

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At the colosseum, Y/N was pracitcaply putting a hole in the rug of their dressing rooms, while the various other band mates who bothered to show up on time, sat there bored out of their minds.

“I’m gonna kill him,” you muttered, biting at your bottom lip.

“No your not mama,” Natasha laughed from the couch, “You think he’s sexy, you don’t burn fine art.”

“Dammit, you’re right.” You sighed throwing your hands in the air and plopping dow on top of her and Peggy who were sitting next to eachother looking at dress designs Wanda sent them for SNL next month.

“I like the black one Nat, the red detailing is classy and fun.” You mutter, Peggy nods in agreement.

“I like Wanda’s idea of us all having black dresses with different colors, we could do it 1950’s style and put our hair up? I think it would look really cool. Fits the vibe of our song choice.” Peggy says casually flipping through the designs.

“Carol and I respectfully request to wear suits if that’s ok?” MJ pipes up, “I think two and two will look cool.” She shrugs, I’ll do the regular hair and makeup though.”

“Can I get a broad brim mobster hat?” Carol asks popping up from her place on the floor beside MJ’s chair.

“Yes, I like this idea. SNL will like it too I bet.” Wanda nodded. “If they let Megan and Billie do what they want, I’m guessing your performance will be just as accepted. That and it can be in black and white. Rami Malik is also the perfect host for that. I’ll pitch it to their team.”

“How about you boys, any ideas? You’re the week after.” Wanda said looking towards the Comandos who had already made it.

“I like the Jailhouse rock Idea! I think we sh-” Just then, Frankie walked in holding James by the collar.

“Put him down Frankie,” you sigh “he’s an ass, but we need him.” After Frankie let him go, he brushed himself off and grinned at you sheepishly. “You better have a damn good explanation for this.” You grind out.

“Over slept?”

“Im gonna kill him”

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All in all, the show went off without a hitch, the bands both sailed through their songs beautifully, and earned themselves an encore. However, on the last encore of the night, Bucky made things a little more interesting.

“This last one, goes out for a little special someone!” When he said that, you could swear he winked at you.

“Hey hey mama said the way you move” when he held out that move? You could feel your soul shake. He was going it slow, taking the opening slow to really get the crowd worked up. It was like he was expressly trying to lock eyes with you, seat his irises into your soul. “Gonna make you sweat, gonna make you groove.” Then when the first two lines were done and they kicked into tempo, you remembered where you were, what you were doing, and you let the song echo behind you, as you went to help Wanda pack up the dressing room.

What was that look? What game was he playing at? He couldn’t want to mess around with you, you were a nobody. He was James Barnes, lead singer of one of the biggest bands of the decade, he had no interest in you. You were a road manager, a stick in the mud, a hard headed know it all. He dosent know a thing about you and dosent want you. You were just getting caught up in the music right?

#music #musicians #bucky barnes #bucky x y/n #bucky x reader #bucky au #james barnes #winter solider fanfiction #rockstar!bucky #rockstar!au #steve rodgers #sam willson #wanda maximoff #vision #natasha romanoff #peter parker #avengers

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marinaaniseed · 5 years ago

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I could die for you

Song: I could die for you from the album By the way by Red Hot Chili Peppers.

Summary: Quill is worried he’s holding Thor back.

Pairing: Thor x Peter Quill

Length: 659 words

A/N: Pretty fluffy, I think? Sorry for the double Thor. Another drunk one, soz. See here for what this is all about.

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It’s been a year now - give or take - since Thor joined the Guardians. It’s the happiest he’s felt in a long time. He has a purpose, feels like he’s contributing, without the burdens of leadership - even if it took him a while to adjust and relinquish that particular set of reins.

None of this stops Quill from worrying that he’s holding Thor back, keeping him from his true purpose.

“Ya don’t hafta keep flyin’ round the universe with us,” Quill observes one evening as Thor snuggles up to him, fuzzy face buried in the side of Quill’s neck. “I like this, don’t get me wrong, but don’t feel like ya hafta stay outta a sense of duty or obligation or whatever. If ya wanna be with your people, ya should be with ‘em.”

It wasn’t until encountering Strange, Stark, and Parker, that Quill himself had realised what it was like to be with his own kind, to be with other people from earth. Better still, other Americans.

“I am quite comfortable where I am,” Thor counters. “I don't want to live somebody else's life, I want to live my own. Being ruler of Asgard is who I was meant to be, not who I am. My brother, despite his flaws, was far better suited for such a role.”

“I know you’re comfortable, my arm’s gone dead,” Quill jokes, causing Thor to jolt away, although Quill coaxes him back to his previous position. “But being comfortable and being happy ain’t the same thing. I’m glad you’re with us, but I don’t want ya to end up regretting not being with your people.”

“I am perfectly happy, happier than I’ve been in a long time. This is what I want to be. And this is what I give to you,” Thor says, gesturing to his squishy body, before climbing on top of Quill to kiss him.

The kiss is good, but it’s the heaviness, the warmth and weight of Thor that gets Quill excited. He knows he should be careful, after the last time he fell in love with a crew mate, but he can’t help himself.

“I’m glad,” Quill says when Thor breaks the kiss, burying his face back into Quill’s neck, but continuing to press his weight down on the Star Lord. “I wouldn’t want you to be anything, anyone else but you. The pirate angel look was awesome, but this is way better.”

Quill’s hands grope Thor’s arse for emphasis, before travelling up his sides, lovingly stroking the softness that spills over each side.

“I love you so much, my captain, and I love that you love me so,” Thor says, his lips brushing against Quill’s ear. “I could die for you.”

“The sentiment’s appreciated, big guy, but I really hope you don't,” Quill tells him earnestly, before adding, as a joke, “there aren’t that many demigods around, gotta keep you around so I can do something with this godly cock.”

“You managed quite fine without me,” Thor observes, a little hurt.

“I managed, that’s true, but you know I was only joking,” Quill says, running a reassuring hand up Thor’s neck. “Nothing in the universe can compare to you, and that’s the truth.”

“Nothing in the universe you’ve yet encountered,” Thor notes.

“I’ve seen a lot of it. If I ain’t encountered it yet, it ain’t worth knowing about,” Quill explains.

“Then perhaps I ought to tell you of the sights these eyes have seen,” Thor tells Quill, still unwilling to believe him.

Quill frowns and pushes Thor off him, so that the God of Thunder is laying flat on his back.

“Do I have to show you how much you mean to me?” Quill asks, a little concerned that Thor is relapsing into old habits.

“Wouldn’t hurt,” Thor smirks, pulling Quill on top of him. Deep down, he knows how much he’s loved, but he’s also not going to turn down some Star Lord lovin’, either.

#366songshots #thor #peter quill #star lord #thorquill #The Avengers

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kitkatfat15 · 4 years ago

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Hey so I’m working on an Avengers Among Us crossover for my AO3 account, KitKatFat15, and I was wondering if anyone on here would read it if I posted my current draft and some of my notes.

Basically there are three imposter, Tony Stark, Obadiah Stane, and Adrian Killian, the crew mates are Stephen Strange, Peter Parker, Natasha Romanoff, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Wanda Maximoff, Clint Barton, Bruce Banner, Maria Hill, Maya Hansen, Nick Fury, and Betty Ross.

This story mainly focuses on Peter and Tony with a side of IronStrange. So, would anyone be interested?

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schoolastica · 5 years ago

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A babe with a baby

AlphaPeterxOmegaTony

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters. The opinions here expressed are not my own but are a way of moving the story forwards. Please, remember this is a work of fiction about fiction characters.

Okay, everyone always writes about how hot and sweet Omega Peter would be with much older and wiser Alpha Tony, but can you imagine the ANGST that Tony being an older Omega could be?

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A babe with a baby

Tony watched silently as his boyfriend blowed his birthday candles. The Avengers decided to throw Peter a party for his nineteen years on this earth. Everyone had a party hat on, Wanda had bought a cake in a famous bakery and a slow music was playing on. They had wine but none of them let Peter take a sip (God Almighty, Peter was so young he couldn’t drink yet). Peter blowed the candles surrounded by the crew and soon searched the room to catch Tony’s eyes and gave his big, toothy smile.

Tony smiled at him painfully. Peters birthday made he feel unease. See, Tony Stark was an omega. In this year, being an omega isn’t so bad, omegas have rights now, they command army’s and most recently, Iron Man was an omega. But Tony was born 37 years ago, a time where ‘Alphas of gold” was still a saying. When Omegas were supposed to be weak and care for the house and Alphas were supposed to be strong, manly and mad. Tony fighter a lot to be taken seriously, lots of suppressants and never mating, never having children and building Iron Man from the scratch.

In 37 years, Tony saw the world a lot. Imagine his surprise when recruiting Peter Parker to a mission, he had analysed the kid’s profile and thought he was an omega. The kid (yes, a kid, he was so, so young) was petit, intelligent beyond marks. He was caring, his best friends were omegas, his spider senses made him extra sensitive, which made the cry a lot. Yes, an alpha. That cried, cooked, read good books, was a romantic gentleman, smelled amazing and…….and….

Tony felt the first of slick start running in his underwear and he saw Peter catching his scent in the air, while cutting the cake’s first piece. Tony was still on heavy suppressants, and no one that didn’t had a thing for Tony wouldn’t smell it, but Peter’s nose was trained for Tony’s scent. Peter had a crush in Tony since he was 15 years old, only had been sworn over to the boy since the recruitment but they only kissed 7 months ago, and they officially started dating 3 months ago. Their relationship was still on the phase where any horniness was welcome, and they had sex in any surface possible.

Last month Peter shared Tony’s heat and it was better than any heat Tony ever had. Peter was so overwhelmed with Tony’s rich scent, the feel of his hole and the mating claim (nothing happened though) that he had cried of pleasure. It hadn’t felt like a dirty, cheap fuck in heat, it had felt like making love. The party was coming to a slowly end, Thor was already passed out, Steve was already sleeping, the reminiscent were eating cake and talking easily. Peter sat beside Tony with a huge piece of cake and started sharing it with him. That was just such a Peter thing to do, to care for his omega in small ways.

Peter was officially 19 years old. He was living in the shared quarters of Tony already, but their relationship was only known by their family and friends. Some Paparazzi already had some pictures of Tony and Peter together, but it was all rumours for now. Peter was on MIT and patrolling as Spider-Man most of the nights and at the end he ended in Tony’s bedroom. When the piece of cake was done, Tony looked around and realized that everybody had gone so he took Peter’s hand and guided him to their bedroom.

7 months of relationship and Tony still couldn’t believe how sweet Peter was. Sex with him wasn’t about hurry or quick pleasure. It wasn’t dirty or shameful, or even painful, like some of Tony’s past experiences had been. Peter was romantic, soft, he had loving words to praise Tony with and constantly said he was lucky to have him. Tony always loved a good fuck, angry sex, but until now he couldn’t get enough of this love. If this boy asked for the moon Tony was sure to get it for him.

But then the morning came, and Peter had to get up eventually. He had an early class, so he kissed Tony’s hairline and got up, heading to the kitchen to make breakfast (for the both of them). Tony was a morning person, he got up early and helped Peter with breakfast but today, he was so tired, it was almost comical. He was feeling exhausted, probably because of the scotch he had last night, but as soon as the smell of bacon entered the room, Tony felt like he was dying. He jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom, spilling everything he had eating in what looked like a whole week worth of food in the toilet. Oh oh, that was not a good sign.…………………………………………………………………………………………Shit shit shit shit shit shit. Tony was pacing in the bathroom,15 pregnancy tests in the sink, all positive. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Tony was in suppressants, he was almost at the end of an Omega’s healthy reproductive life, they used condoms all the time. Well, not all the time. Tony stopped and made some basic math, thinking back his heat and about maybe the 15 hours period that they went without condoms and about how suppressants don’t work during heats. Suppressants were a birth control way, they made your heats even in time, safer and more kept you smelling clean and beta-like during your normal days.They didn’t work during the heat time, specially without condoms.

Anyways, this was bad.

Tony made a mental list of all the reasons why it was bad:

1- Tony decided, long time ago, that to be the best he couldn’t be like other omegas. No mate, no children. It didn’t matter that the thought about having a baby now, Peter’s baby....

2- They were Avengers, they fighter criminals. Tony’s body was bruised beyond fixing. Peter spend his night patrolling and with Tony expecting a child it would be impossible to fight. Or to live without fear. That led to a much bigger problem in Tony’s life now:

3- Peter.

Peter was freaking 19 years old. He was far from graduating; he had an entire life ahead of him. In many ways he was still like a child: he ate too much sugar, he spended too much time in Snapchat with his friends. He liked to do movie marathons or some young things like that. If Tony told him about the baby, he was sure Peter would stay, he would ask Tony to mate. But it wasn’t fair, not to Peter, not to them as a couple. Tony always thought Peter would stay with him only for a while, a couple of years until he found an omega his age, when he wanted to settle down. If Peter asked to mate only because of morals......Tony was not sure if he could take it.

Mr. Parker just arrived at the Penthouse, sir J.A.R.V.I.S informed. Tony took all the tests and threw them into the trash bin. He then proceeded to cover the trash bin with all the toilet paper in the world and to throw some water in his face and only then he got out of the bathroom. Peter was already on the kitchen making some snack, he used to leave early for some patrol time. Tony stole some moments for himself to just watch the boy, to see him looking at some old tech like it was gold. Tony decided for them.…………………………………………………………………………

As soon as Peter left, Tony called Happy to take him to a place. Happy didn’t complain, after all it was his job. But once he parked in front of the address Tony had gave him, Happy went completely silent and starred ahead of him. Tony hated when Happy got like that, its meat he had some hurtful things in his mind. Happy and Tony sat in silence contemplating the building in front of them like a death sentence.

- Does he know? - Tony could see that Happy was breathing heavily, like if he was running out of breath- Does Peter know?

- I’m deciding for his future. - Tony words were hesitating

.- Its not fair Tony, and you know it- Now Happy seemed shake, clearing his front head with his hands- Lets make a deal: you tell Peter about it tonight and if he reacts okay, I buy you cheeseburgers forever; if you still want to come here, I drive and stay with you as long as its necessary. Deal?

Really, Tony couldn’t say no to a deal like that. They started the car and left back to the Penthouse, leaving Planned Parenthood behind.………………………………………………………………………………….

So, Tony went back to the Penthouse and started in formulating a plan, or at least a way of telling Peter. Tony remembered fights and the bad guys that would love to take the baby away. He recalled his friends, that would love a baby. His heart was filled with love thinking about his lover. His guts were filled with a dread feeling when he remembered the paparazzi’s, the media incessant circus around his life. What would they do with a baby?

He was sited on the living room when Peter came thru the window. He used to come dressed in his uniform than change and go to bed, but he stopped on his tracks when he saw Tony there.

- Hey Tony- Peter’s voice was soft as a whisper when he leaned down to kiss Tony’s check. – I thought you would be in bed at this time.

- I was looking at some papers- Tony lied- I was sorting some things out and decided to wait for you.

Peter hummed and step out of his uniform to his pajamas that waited for him in a cupboard in the living room. Peter started his usual bubbling talk about his patrolling shift today, about helping old ladies and saving children from cars in fire. Tony stared at him in wonder, questioning hoe to say what he wanted to say. Right when Peter asked if Tony was feeling like having midnight snack, Tony let the bomb drop.

- I’m pregnant.

Peter stopped in his way to the kitchen and glared at him. Tony could imagine it crystal clear, Peter’s hurt look and his voice saying I’m not ready yet Tony! How could you let this happen? But when he looked at Peter’s face, all he could see was a toothy smile. Peter collided with him, making them both fall at the nearest cough and hugged Tony like he was air.

- I could smell it on you, I just didn’t want to say anything- Peter murmured in Tony’s hair.

- Yeah, but it’s not right, Peter! - Tony manhandled Peter out of the embrace. He got up and started pacing the room while facing Peter- You’re not even done with half of your school! There’s so much at stake here, so many things to lose…

Peter once again hugged Tony, gentler this time, slowly calming Tony until they were breathing equally. When Tony’s heartbeat was in a normal rate, Peter let him go and looked deeply into his eyes.

- Listen to me, Anthony Stark. I’m yours and you are mine. I know that having a baby now its going to be hard, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.And for God’s sake, Tony believed in him. He really did.

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