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amethystarachnid · 1 month ago

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CHRISTMAS PROPOSAL

⤷ ANTHONY “TONY” E. STARK

ᯓ★ Pairing: Anthony “Tony” E. Stark x fem!reader

ᯓ★ Genre: romance, fluff

ᯓ★ Request from: MARVEL Holiday special

ᯓ★ Request: Fantastic event 😍 I want to make a request for Fem reader + Tony Stark, please! "Christmas morning surprise", breakfast in bed made by Tony, a surprise gift: Tony proposing the reader and saying the most beautiful things and cuddling by the tree later, drinking hot cocoa 😍 (@heygoodgirly)

ᯓ★ Story type: one shot

ᯓ★ Word count: 4.8k

ᯓ★ Summary: Tony Stark has never been one for romantic things but for you, oh, for you he'd become the most romantic man on earth. And that's exactly what he's trying to be as he gets ready to pop the question

ᯓ★ TW(s): fluff fluff fluff

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ᯓ★ English isn’t my first language

The morning light spills softly through the gaps in the curtains, painting warm streaks of gold across the bedroom. You’re cocooned in the blankets, your face nestled into the pillow, completely oblivious to the world. For once, there’s no sound of the whirring gadgets or the mechanical hum of some early-morning project Tony’s working on in his lab. The quiet feels suspicious. But you don’t wake, not yet.

Downstairs, the man himself is pacing. Stark Tower—or what’s now become a semi-permanent Stark-and-You Tower—is unusually serene, save for the sound of Tony muttering to himself. In the kitchen, an array of utensils clutters the countertop. Pots, pans, and a suspiciously stained cutting board bear evidence of an attempt at cooking. Actual cooking. Not JARVIS ordering the latest Michelin-starred meal.

“Okay, okay, just… flip it gently,” Tony says under his breath, staring down a pan like it’s a volatile science experiment. His hair is a mess, and there’s a smear of flour on his cheek that he hasn’t noticed yet. “How hard can eggs be? They’re just tiny little things. People do this every day.”

The spatula makes contact, but predictably, the omelet doesn't cooperate. It folds awkwardly, and a piece flops onto the burner. Tony groans, his free hand tugging at his hair.

“Yeah, this is going great. Real Gordon Ramsay stuff here.” His voice is dripping with sarcasm as he glares at the breakfast carnage. He pauses, tapping his fingers against the counter, before grabbing another egg and cracking it into a fresh bowl. “She better appreciate this. Slaving away like a 1950s housewife… minus the pearls. Or the misogyny.”

JARVIS chimes in unprompted. “Might I suggest using a lower heat setting, sir? You appear to be—”

“No, no, no. I got this, J. Do not swoop in with your fancy AI advice. This is a Tony Stark original, and I’ll be damned if technology fixes my… whatever this is.”

“As you wish,” JARVIS replies smoothly, the slightest hint of amusement in his tone.

Tony manages to plate something passable, a mixture of eggs, toast, and fruit that—miraculously—looks edible. He surveys his handiwork with a critical eye, then lets out a huff. “If this doesn’t scream ‘romantic Christmas breakfast,’ I don’t know what does.”

There’s a small box tucked into the pocket of his sweatpants, a box that has no business being near sizzling pans or flour-covered counters. He knows better. He’s Tony Stark, after all. Precision is his thing—normally. But today? He feels like a live wire, energy sparking unpredictably under his skin.

“Okay. Breakfast first. Then the thing. Easy.” He picks up the tray and heads for the stairs, deliberately ignoring the persistent flutter in his chest.

The bedroom is still quiet when he pushes the door open with his shoulder, the tray balanced precariously in his hands. You’re exactly where he left you, sprawled under the covers with one arm flung lazily over your head. The sight makes his lips quirk into a crooked smile, the kind he reserves for moments no one else gets to see.

“Good morning, Sleeping Beauty,” he says, his voice low but teasing. “Or should I say Sleeping Beast? You snore, you know.”

You stir slightly, mumbling something incoherent, and he snickers. “I’ll take that as a ‘good morning, Tony. Thanks for the breakfast-in-bed surprise. You’re the best boyfriend in the known universe.’” He sets the tray down on the nightstand and leans over to press a kiss to your temple. “I know, I know. I’m amazing.”

You blink awake slowly, your eyes adjusting to the soft light. “What…?” Your voice is thick with sleep, and you prop yourself up on one elbow, squinting at him. “What are you doing?”

“Delivering five-star cuisine,” he says, gesturing grandly at the tray. “Emphasis on the ‘five.’ I wouldn’t check the Yelp reviews if I were you.”

Your gaze shifts to the tray, and a small laugh escapes your lips. “You… made this?”

“Shockingly, yes. With these very hands.” He holds them up for emphasis. “And I only started one tiny grease fire, which I think is a personal record.”

You sit up more fully now, the blankets pooling around your waist. “Why? What’s the occasion?”

Tony shrugs, leaning casually against the bedpost, though there’s nothing casual about the way his heart thuds at your question. “Can’t a guy just do something nice for his girlfriend without getting the third degree? It’s Christmas, in case you forgot. Figured I’d play Santa and spoil you a little.”

Your smile softens, and you reach for the coffee mug on the tray. “You’re full of surprises, Stark.”

“That’s what they say,” he replies, sitting on the edge of the bed and watching as you take a sip of the coffee. He’s relieved when you don’t grimace. Coffee, at least, is one thing he knows he can’t mess up.

“You didn’t have to do all this,” you say, picking up a fork and spearing a piece of toast.

“Of course I did,” he retorts. “You’re lucky I didn’t bring out a violinist for ambiance. Thought about it. Decided it was too much.”

You laugh, shaking your head. “You’re ridiculous.”

“And yet, here you are. Voluntarily waking up next to me every day. Who’s the ridiculous one now?”

There’s a comfortable rhythm to your banter, one that makes the rest of the world fade away. He watches you eat, his expression softening when you’re not looking. Every now and then, you catch him staring, and he brushes it off with a quick quip or a self-deprecating joke, but the truth is, he’s just… captivated.

He’s done a lot of big things in his life. Saved the world, built a legacy, even cheated death a couple of times. But this—sitting here with you, on a lazy Christmas morning—is one of those rare moments that feels monumental in its simplicity.

Tony taps his fingers against his knee, his mind racing even as he tries to keep the conversation light. He’s thinking about the box in his pocket, about the way your eyes will light up when you see what’s inside. He’s thinking about how terrifying and exhilarating it is to want something so deeply, to want you forever.

“So, on a scale of one to ten,” he says, breaking the silence, “how would you rate the masterpiece I just served you? Be honest. But remember, I have an ego to protect.”

You tilt your head, pretending to deliberate. “Hmm… solid eight. Maybe eight-point-five.”

“Eight-point-five?” he echoes, feigning offense. “What, did the toast offend you?”

“It’s a little… uneven,” you tease, holding up a slightly charred edge. “But I’ll let it slide.”

He rolls his eyes dramatically. “Unbelievable. This is the thanks I get.”

Leaning closer, you kiss the corner of his mouth, a soft and lingering gesture that immediately shuts him up. When you pull back, your grin is mischievous. “Better?”

“Marginally,” he mutters, though his smirk gives him away.

You settle back against the pillows, the tray balanced carefully on your lap. Tony leans on one arm, his gaze drifting over your face as you savor the last bites of breakfast. He’s nervous, though he’d never admit it out loud. Not yet. He wants to do this right—to give you a memory you’ll carry with you forever. But more than that, he wants you to know just how much you mean to him, even if he’s not always the best at saying it.

For now, though, he keeps it light, keeps it normal. There’s time. At least, he hopes there’s time.

“By the way,” he says, his voice tinged with mock seriousness, “you’re washing the dishes.”

Your laughter fills the room, and for a moment, all his nerves fade away.

The warmth of the room is a cocoon against the chill of the winter morning outside, and you’re tangled in each other, limbs intertwined and bodies pressed close beneath the covers. The breakfast tray is forgotten, pushed aside to make room for this: the kind of quiet intimacy that feels like a luxury. Tony’s arm is draped over your waist, his thumb absently brushing along the curve of your hip as if he’s memorizing the feel of you.

His voice is soft when he speaks, carrying none of the usual bravado. “Y’know, if I could freeze time, I’d keep us here. Just like this.”

You hum contentedly, your cheek resting against his chest, where the steady thrum of his heartbeat feels like a secret melody. “I wouldn’t mind that,” you murmur, tilting your face to meet his gaze. His brown eyes are warm and intent, studying you like you’re a puzzle he never wants to solve.

The comfortable silence stretches, broken only by the faint sound of the city beyond the windows. But then, a sudden thought strikes you, and you sit up slightly, your hair mussed from sleep and your eyes sparkling with realization.

“Wait,” you say, breaking the spell. “We still have to open gifts. It’s Christmas morning, remember?”

Tony groans dramatically, flopping back against the pillows as though you’ve just suggested something truly exhausting. “Oh, come on, can’t we stay in bed for a few more hours? Maybe the gifts will open themselves.”

You laugh, wriggling free from his hold, but he’s faster. Before you can fully escape, his arms wrap around you, pulling you back down onto the mattress. You let out a playful squeal, but he doesn’t relent.

“Tony!” you protest, though you’re grinning. “The gifts—”

“Can wait,” he says firmly, his hands settling at your waist to keep you firmly in place. His voice softens, turning almost serious as his eyes meet yours. “Besides, I’ve got something more important right here.”

His tone makes you pause, your smile faltering for just a second as you study him. There’s something in his expression—a mix of vulnerability and determination—that you don’t see often. It sends a flutter through your chest, though you can’t quite put your finger on why.

“More important than presents?” you tease, trying to lighten the mood. “That doesn’t sound like the Tony Stark I know.”

“The Tony Stark you know has layers,” he quips, though his usual sarcasm feels gentler now, like a shield he’s only half-raising. His hands find yours, lacing your fingers together, and he takes a deep breath before speaking again.

“Look, I had this whole plan,” he begins, his words coming quickly now, like he’s worried he might lose his nerve. “Candles, music, maybe even fireworks—because, y’know, I’m me. But then I realized… all of that stuff doesn’t really matter, does it?”

You blink at him, your brows knitting together in confusion. “Tony, what are you—?”

“Shh,” he cuts you off gently, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. “Let me do this, okay? Just… let me get it out before I explode or short-circuit or something.”

Your heart is racing now, a mix of anticipation and disbelief. You nod, unable to find your voice.

“I’ve been a lot of things in my life,” he says, his gaze unwavering. “A genius, a billionaire, a total pain in the ass. But with you, it’s different. You make me want to be better. Hell, you make me better. And it’s not just the big stuff—though saving the world is a hell of a lot easier when I know you’re waiting for me to come home. It’s the little things, too. The way you laugh at my stupid jokes, or how you somehow manage to make this place feel like an actual home.”

His voice wavers slightly, and he swallows hard, his grip on your hands tightening. “I used to think I had everything I needed. The cars, the suits, the fancy tech. But then you came along, and suddenly none of that mattered. Because you… you’re my everything. And I don’t want to waste another second pretending I don’t know that.”

Your breath catches as he shifts slightly, pulling a small box from the pocket of his sweatpants. He holds it up, his hand trembling just enough for you to notice.

“I’m not great at this kind of thing,” he admits, his voice barely above a whisper. “But I know one thing for sure: I don’t want to wake up another day without knowing you’re mine. So, will you—?”

“Tony,” you interrupt, your own voice trembling now. You press a hand to your mouth, overwhelmed by the flood of emotions surging through you.

His face falls slightly, panic flashing in his eyes. “Oh, no. Is this a bad time? Did I—? I should’ve waited, shouldn’t I? Or maybe done the whole fireworks thing. Damn it, I knew I should’ve—”

“No, no, it’s not that,” you say quickly, though your tone is teasing now, even as tears glisten in your eyes. You let out a shaky laugh, leaning back slightly as if considering. “I don’t know, Tony… this is a pretty big decision. I mean, are you really sure you can handle me forever?”

He stares at you, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. “What—? Of course, I’m sure! Are you seriously asking if I—?”

“I mean,” you continue, biting back a grin, “I do snore, apparently. And I’m not great at remembering where I put my keys. Plus, I make you watch all those sappy holiday movies—”

“Yes!” he blurts out, his voice a mix of exasperation and desperation. “Yes, I can handle all of that. Hell, I’d watch ‘Love, Actually’ on repeat for the rest of my life if it means you’ll say yes. Just—please. Don’t make me beg. I’m Tony Stark, for God’s sake.”

You can’t hold it in any longer. The laughter bubbles out of you, and you reach up to cup his face, your thumbs brushing over his stubble. “You’re such a dork,” you whisper, leaning in until your foreheads touch. “Of course, I’ll marry you.”

For a moment, Tony just stares at you, his brain clearly struggling to process your words. Then, his face breaks into a grin so wide it’s almost boyish, and he lets out a breathless laugh, relief washing over him like a tidal wave.

“You’re really saying yes?” he asks, as if he can’t quite believe it. “You’re not messing with me, right? Because if this is some elaborate joke—”

“I’m not messing with you,” you assure him, your own smile mirroring his. “I’m saying yes, Tony. A thousand times yes.”

He doesn’t wait another second. His arms wrap around you, pulling you into a kiss that’s both fervent and tender, a kiss that feels like a promise. When you finally pull away, both of you are breathless, your foreheads still pressed together.

“Merry Christmas,” he murmurs, his voice soft and full of wonder.

“Merry Christmas,” you reply, your fingers tangling in his hair as you kiss him again.

The massive tree in the corner of the penthouse sparkles like something out of a holiday dream, its glittering ornaments and twinkling lights casting a warm, golden glow over the room. The fireplace crackles softly, and the faint sound of holiday music hums in the background, setting the perfect cozy scene. You’re curled up on the plush couch, nestled into Tony’s side, a thick blanket draped over both of you. Your legs are tangled together, and in your hands is a mug of steaming hot cocoa, its sweetness enhanced by the swirl of whipped cream and the faintest hint of peppermint.

You glance at the tree, then at the pile of opened gifts scattered around the room. Wrapping paper is crumpled in corners, bows are tossed aside, and the faint smell of pine from the tree mingles with the chocolatey aroma of your drinks. But none of that holds your attention for long.

Your eyes drift down to your left hand, where the delicate engagement ring Tony slipped onto your finger just a little while ago catches the firelight. The diamond—a perfect, understated yet dazzling stone—is framed by a sleek, modern band that feels so you it’s uncanny.

“I still can’t believe this,” you murmur, holding your hand up slightly to admire the ring again. “It’s perfect. The size, the design… it’s like you read my mind.”

Tony smirks, taking a sip of his cocoa before setting the mug on the coffee table. “Please. You think I’d propose to you without doing my homework first? I might be reckless, but I’m not stupid.”

You turn to him, one brow raised in playful skepticism. “Homework? Is that what you’re calling it?”

“Absolutely,” he says, his tone teasing but with a glint of pride in his eyes. “I had spreadsheets. Diagrams. A whole team of—”

“Tony!” you cut him off, laughing as you swat at his chest. “You did not have a team.”

“Fine,” he relents, grinning. “But I did pay attention. All those times you casually pointed out rings in magazine ads or that one time you dragged me past Tiffany’s and sighed at the window display? Let’s just say I’ve been taking notes.”

You shake your head, marveling at him. “And the size? How did you get that right? Don’t tell me you measured my finger while I was sleeping or something creepy like that.”

Tony’s grin widens, and there’s a mischievous sparkle in his eyes. “Would you believe me if I said I have a natural talent for guessing ring sizes?”

“No.”

“Fair enough,” he concedes. “I may or may not have borrowed one of your rings when you weren’t looking. For research purposes.”

“Research purposes,” you repeat, your voice dripping with amusement. “Wow, I didn’t realize getting engaged to you would involve so much corporate espionage.”

“Hey,” he says, feigning indignation, “it worked, didn’t it? Look at that ring. Perfect fit, perfect style… just like the woman wearing it.”

The sincerity in his last words catches you off guard, and your playful retort dies on your lips. Instead, you feel a warmth spreading through your chest, a kind of joy so profound it’s almost overwhelming.

“You’re really something, you know that?” you say softly, setting your mug down so you can turn toward him fully.

Tony leans back slightly, a cocky grin on his face. “Something amazing, I hope.”

“Something infuriating,” you tease, your fingers brushing over the stubble along his jaw. “But yeah… amazing too.”

His grin softens into something more genuine, and he cups your face with one hand, his thumb tracing the curve of your cheek. “You make it easy, you know. Wanting to get this stuff right. You deserve it, all of it. The ring, the world, the whole damn galaxy if I could give it to you.”

You feel your throat tighten, and you lean into his touch, pressing a kiss to his palm. “I don’t need the galaxy, Tony. I just need you.”

There’s a flicker of something vulnerable in his expression, a glimpse of the man who hides beneath the sarcasm and the bravado. He leans in to kiss you, a slow and tender kiss that feels like a promise, like the future you’re both stepping into together.

When you pull back, you settle against his chest again, letting out a contented sigh. “So,” you say after a moment, your voice light, “what’s your favorite gift so far? Besides me saying yes, obviously.”

“Obviously,” he echoes, smirking as he runs his fingers through your hair. “That’s number one by a mile. But if I had to pick something else… I’d say the socks.”

You blink, confused. “The socks?”

“Yeah,” he says, nodding seriously. “You know, the ones with my face on them? Absolute game-changer.”

You laugh so hard you nearly spill your cocoa. “I knew you’d love those. Happy to know they rival the engagement ring.”

“Well, they don’t exactly rival the ring,” he admits, his tone turning thoughtful. “But they do add a certain… flair to my wardrobe. Can’t wait to wear them to the next board meeting.”

You groan, burying your face in his chest. “Please don’t.”

“No promises,” he says, kissing the top of your head.

You’re quiet for a while after that, the two of you simply enjoying the warmth and comfort of being together. The fire crackles softly, and the snow outside begins to fall more heavily, blanketing the city in a shimmering white coat. You watch it through the enormous windows, your head still resting against Tony’s shoulder.

“I think this might be my favorite Christmas ever,” you say after a while, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Only might?” Tony quips, though there’s a softness to his tone. “What do I have to do to make it the undisputed champ?”

“Hmm,” you pretend to think, holding up your hand again to admire the ring. “You’ve set the bar pretty high, Stark. Proposing and getting me the perfect ring? You might’ve peaked.”

“Peaked?” he repeats, feigning offense. “Please. This is just the beginning. Wait until next Christmas. I’ll have holographic wrapping paper and drones delivering your presents.”

You roll your eyes, laughing. “You’re impossible.”

“And yet,” he says, tightening his hold on you, “you said yes.”

You smile, snuggling closer to him, and let your eyes drift shut. The weight of the moment settles over you like the warmest of blankets, and for the first time in a long time, you feel like you’re exactly where you’re meant to be.

Neither of you speaks for a while, content to simply be. The snow falls outside, the fire burns low, and the city below buzzes quietly with life. But up here, in this little corner of the universe, it’s just the two of you—and that’s more than enough.

The fire crackles softly in the background as you nestle further into Tony’s side, your legs draped lazily over his lap beneath the plush throw blanket. The mug of cocoa you abandoned earlier sits on the coffee table, now lukewarm, but neither of you has the energy or desire to move. The world beyond the enormous penthouse windows is a snow-covered wonderland, the city twinkling like something out of a postcard. But here, in Tony’s arms, the rest of the world feels like an afterthought.

You’re staring at your ring again—still unable to get over how perfectly it suits you—and twirling it gently on your finger. “I can’t believe we’re actually engaged,” you murmur, the words still foreign and thrilling all at once.

Tony hums, his fingers idly tracing patterns along your arm. “Yeah, well, it was bound to happen eventually. I’m a catch, after all.”

You snort, poking him in the ribs. “You’re lucky I love you, Stark. Otherwise, you’d be proposing to your ego.”

“Please,” he retorts, grinning. “My ego would’ve said no. Too much competition.”

Your laughter echoes warmly in the cozy space, and he pulls you closer, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “But seriously,” he continues, his voice softer now, “I’m the lucky one.”

The sincerity in his tone melts your teasing grin into a tender smile. “We’re both lucky,” you say, leaning up to kiss him briefly before settling back against him. “But now that you’ve got me locked down, we should probably start thinking about the next steps.”

Tony perks up at that, his eyebrows raising in mock surprise. “Next steps? Wow, didn’t realize we were rushing through the milestones. What’s next, matching sweatpants?”

“Don’t tempt me,” you tease, poking him again. “But seriously, we should start thinking about the wedding. You know, dates, locations, that kind of thing.”

“Oh, sure,” he says, waving a hand as if it’s the simplest thing in the world. “We’ll rent out a castle or something. Maybe a yacht. Or both. Castle on a yacht. I’ll make it happen.”

You roll your eyes, laughing. “Tony, we don’t need a castle on a yacht. I was thinking something more… intimate.”

“Intimate,” he repeats, like the word is entirely foreign to him. “Okay, define ‘intimate.’ Like… eighty people instead of eight hundred?”

“More like thirty,” you say, smirking at his dramatic gasp. “And maybe somewhere beautiful but low-key. A vineyard? A garden? Somewhere that doesn’t involve holographic invitations.”

Tony pouts, his bottom lip sticking out like a child denied dessert. “You’re no fun. I had this great idea for AI-driven seating charts.”

“Tony,” you groan, laughing as you swat his arm. “No AI at the wedding.”

“Fine, fine,” he concedes, though you can tell his brain is already whirring with ideas. “But we’re keeping the open bar. And there will be cake. A ridiculous amount of cake.”

“Deal,” you agree, grinning. “And maybe a live band? Something classic.”

“Classic, huh?” Tony muses, tilting his head as he considers. “Sinatra? Ella? Or are we talking ‘classic’ like… AC/DC?”

You laugh, burying your face in his shoulder. “I should’ve known you’d sneak AC/DC into this somehow.”

“Hey, it’s our wedding,” he says, his tone teasing but with a playful wink. “And by ‘our,’ I mean you’ll pick all the details, and I’ll just show up in a ridiculously expensive tux and look charming.”

You snuggle closer, your smile softening. “That’s all I really need, anyway.”

There’s a pause as the two of you settle into the quiet again, but you can feel Tony’s fingers fidgeting against your arm, a sure sign that his mind is still racing. You glance up at him, your brow raised. “What’s going on in that head of yours?”

“Nothing,” he says quickly, though the sheepish look on his face betrays him.

“Tony,” you press, sitting up slightly. “Spill.”

He hesitates for a moment, his eyes darting toward the window as if searching for an escape. Finally, he sighs, running a hand through his hair. “Fine. It’s just… I was thinking. About… you know, after the wedding.”

“After the wedding?” you echo, tilting your head. “You mean the honeymoon?”

“Sure,” he says, though his tone is distracted. “But I was also thinking… further out. Like… a house. Or maybe—hypothetically—a kid. Or two.”

Your mouth drops open slightly, caught completely off guard. “You’re already thinking about kids?”

“Hypothetically!” he clarifies quickly, though there’s a nervous energy to his voice. “I mean, I’m just saying… it’s crossed my mind. Once or twice. Or, you know, a dozen times.”

You’re quiet for a moment, processing his words. Then, a slow smile spreads across your face, and you lean back against him, wrapping your arms around his waist. “Tony Stark, are you saying you want to be a dad?”

He shifts uncomfortably, his cheeks tinged with the faintest hint of pink. “I’m saying… I wouldn’t hate the idea. I mean, think about it. A tiny human running around with your smarts and my charm? World domination is practically guaranteed.”

You laugh, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “You’re impossible.”

“And yet,” he says, grinning now, “you said yes.”

You shake your head, your heart swelling with affection. “I think you’d be a great dad, Tony. Once you figure out how to baby-proof all your gadgets.”

“Oh, please,” he scoffs, though his smile is genuine. “I’d invent a whole line of Stark-brand baby-proof tech. Patent it. Make billions.”

“Of course you would,” you say, rolling your eyes. “But maybe we should focus on the wedding first before we start planning our takeover of the parenting world.”

“Fair,” he concedes, pulling you closer. “But just so you know, I’m already brainstorming names. You should’ve heard the one I came up with yesterday. Absolute gold.”

“Oh no,” you groan, laughing again. “I’m almost afraid to ask.”

He leans in, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Tony Junior. Think about it. T.J. for short.”

You burst out laughing, your head falling against his chest. “We are not naming our child Tony Junior.”

“Fine, fine,” he says, chuckling along with you. “We’ll workshop it.”

As your laughter fades, you settle against him again, your fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on his chest. The firelight dances across the room, casting shadows on the walls, and you feel a profound sense of peace, of rightness, in this moment.

“Hey,” you say softly after a while, looking up at him. “I love you.”

His expression softens, and he leans down to press a gentle kiss to your forehead. “I love you too.”

You smile, your hand drifting down to rest over his. “And for the record, I can’t wait for all of it. The wedding, the house, the future… everything. As long as it’s with you.”

Tony’s grin is slow and warm, and he wraps his arms around you like he never plans to let go. “Then it’s a deal.”

The two of you sit there for a long time after that, the snow falling steadily outside and the fire burning low. Together, you dream and plan and tease and laugh, painting the picture of a life that feels almost too perfect to be real. But with Tony by your side, you know it’s all possible—and more.

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irondad-and-spiderson · 11 months ago

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Hi! Sorry to bother, idk if you take asks like this (if you don't feel free to ignore!) but do you know any good fics where SI employees bully/threaten/mistreat Peter and Tony comes to the rescue? Thank you so much for your time 💙💙

Hi! I absolutely do! I might just take forever to respond and take your prompt a little loosely 😃 The three under the cut are employees with (valid) security concerns. I know there are more that I can’t find, so anyone feel free to add some 😉

A Big Security Issue by FotiBrit

When Peter lost his Stark Industries Staff ID, Tony handed the kid his own. That was never an issue, until Peter had to check in at the front desk.

The Cusp of a Breath by SpaceCowboysFromMars

“That was the most stressful thing I’ve ever experienced.” Peter says as he and Tony make their way into the crowd. He wipes his sweaty palms on his thighs, cringing when he remembers how much the suit costs.

“You got shot on patrol last month.”

“This was worse.”

Or; Peter is introduced as the official heir of Stark Industries, but not everyone is completely welcoming of his presence. Luckily, he has a pretty awesome mentor to keep him on track.

the love (and other things) you inherit by ironfidus

“Which is why,” Catherine says, unblinking, as delicately as she can, “the board requires that you name a successor in the event of your untimely demise. The risk has simply become too great for us to ignore.”

Tony Stark’s spent a large portion of his life thinking about legacy: his legacy, his company’s, Iron Man’s. He’s spent a lot of time fighting to protect his legacy, too. But today, with a lawyer as his witness and FRIDAY as his one-AI cheerleading squad, he stops, takes a step back, and lets go instead—because for the first time, his legacy isn’t about him, not really.

And as FRIDAY would say: it’s about damn time.

Alternatively: Tony updates his will and gets himself an heir, Peter gets a promotion (for lack of a better word), and the rest of the world gets a wake-up call—in that order. Ft. an impatient board of directors, a Stark Industries charity gala, and a universe in which Tony Stark gets to be happy.

Security Bias by Sara (ctrsara)

Happy Hogan asks Daren Anderson to help him out with a little project.

My take on idk-bruh-20's irondad fic ideas #128: Fic where, after a security incident in which some bozo accused Peter of trespassing at Stark Tower, Happy holds an emergency briefing for the entire SI security team.

The topic of the briefing? The absolutely untouchable, vital-to-know-if-you-want-to-keep-your-job level of importance of one Peter Parker.

Five Times Tony Stark's Fabled Intern Just Showed Up + One Time He Was Invited by kingdomfaraway

While Leroy didn’t like gossip, he wasn’t immune to it and he’d heard about a young boy claiming to be Tony Stark’s intern showing up randomly throughout the building. He just figured it was some random mystery, a Stark Industries cryptid if you will.

Never did he think he’d have a sighting.

“Are you Peter Parker?” Leroy questioned, narrowing his eyes at the young boy, looking for any signs of deceit.

“Oh yeah, that’s me, hi!” Possibly Fabled Intern Peter Parker reached into his pocket and pulled out a badge and lanyard, this one with his face on it and INTERN written underneath it. “Mr. Stark got me a badge so I can get nachos whenever I want.”

Chapter 1 of 200 Park Avenue (5+1) by Sara (ctrsara)

Peter hasn't seen Mr. Stark, or been able to go out as Spider-man since he turned down his invitation to join the Avengers a few weeks ago. He ends up at Stark Tower rather randomly, finding an unlikely hero in Mr. Stark's AI, then keeps returning for different purposes.

The first chapter is a short I did for Comfortember 2022 that I've just kept thinking about. I'm building on that story and creating a 5+1 to explore the new dynamic (post-Homecoming) in another way.

5 Times Peter Visited Stark Tower and 1 Time He Stayed

Home by patrochilles_trash ((it’s less angsty than it sounds))

Tony had been out of the country for weeks on SI business, and Peter was having a hard time. He missed him, plain and simple.

Okay. Maybe not so plain and simple.

Peter had a rough time in the weeks and months that followed the final defeat of Thanos in the ruins of the Compound. Thrust back into life, only to be forced to fight for the lives of the entire universe for the second time at only sixteen-years-old, and then to be told that his last living relative died in a crash during his five year absence did wonders for his psyche.

He developed a nasty form of separation anxiety toward his mentor-turned-adoptive-father -- not that Tony fared much better himself -- and his therapist had said it was a side effect of PTSD and that it would get better over time.

A small field trip fic to SI where Tony has been out of the country for a few weeks, and Peter isn't handling it well.

Don't be fooled. This garbage fluff to avoid my other fics that I'm writing

#ask #fanfiction #iron dad #tony stark #spider son #peter parker #fic rec #answered

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arlana-likes-to-write · 29 days ago

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Second Chance - Chapter 17

Masterlist

Warnings: chemo treatment, mention of guilt, Tony is a worried father, mention of death (reader likes to make bad jokes)

Relationship: Yelena x reader, Avengers x reader (platonic), Tony x reader (platonic)

Word Count: 4.4k

The constant moving of Yelena’s hand up and down your back woke you up. It was soothing even though it pulled you out of sleep. The Black Widow’s presence was comforting even though your bones and mind ached—her warmth eased some of the pain. Your eyes fluttered open, and you stared at the Black Widow in your bed. You waking up went unnoticed by the blonde as her hand kept moving. She seemed lost in her own world, so you had time to observe her—observe the way her blonde hair was braided and some of the hair was pulled out of the braid from sleeping. The small hairs curtained around her face. The sun from the window bounced around the room, and the rays reflected in her green eyes. She was breathtaking. As long as you had, you would remind her.

A knot in your neck caused you to groan slightly, and her hand stopped moving. “Hi,” she spoke softly. “I am sorry if I woke you up.” You shook your head and rolled onto your back.

“It’s fine,” you whispered. Your throat was super dry, but reaching for your water seemed like an impossible feat. “What time is it?” You put your forearm over your eyes.

“8,” she answered. “You have treatment at 11.” Shit. You slept for a lot longer than you meant to. “Hey sweetheart,” you put your arm down and looked at her. “Why don’t you have your treatment here instead of at the cancer center?” You shook your head.

“No, I’m fine,” you sighed. “I just need one more hour. Can you wake me up at 9?” You asked her. She nodded.

“Of course,” you rolled onto your side and closed your eyes. There was no way you were going to have your treatment at the tower. That meant you weren’t doing well, and you were fine. Tired but fine.

Yelena watched your breathing even out. It took minutes before you were fast asleep. The blonde sighed and stood up. Not even her leaving the bed caused you to stir. “FRIDAY,” she whispered as she left your room and closed it behind her. “Can you tell Stark I need to speak with him?”

“Of course, Miss Belova,” the AI said. Yelena paced in front of your door until she heard Tony’s frantic knocking on the other side.

“She’s fine,” Yelena said while opening the door.

“Don’t do that.” Tony pushed past her and into your apartment. “If it’s not an emergency, tell FRIDAY to tell me that.” Yelena closed your door and stared at your father with her arms crossed. “Damn near gave me a heart attack.”

“Are you done?” Yelena asked. The man narrowed his eyes but nodded. “She is fine but exhausted.” She walked past Tony and walked into your kitchen. If you were stubborn about going, then at least Yelena could get your snack bag ready. “I suggested having her treatment here, but she said no.” Tony sighed and walked over to your coffee pot. He started the process of making a fresh pot.

“If I remember correctly, her mother was stubborn.” Yelena scoffed and opened up your fridge.

“And you are not,” she pulled out a bag of baby carrots. She saw Tony shake his head out of the corner of her eye.

“It seems to me,” the billionaire poured himself a cup of coffee and took a sip. Yelena cringed at how easily he could consume the hot liquid. “She is stubborn about this because she wants to keep her autonomy,” Yelena stopped packing your snacks and turned to face him. The man was leaning against the cabinets. “If she has her treatment here, then she admits the chemo is affecting her.”

“But it is,” Yelena said, and there was no shame in that. The blonde saw how the simplest of things left you exhausted or the way you pushed your food around your plate. However, she understood the need to have control of your body. You needed to make your own choices, not the cancer’s. Yelena sighed. “Your daughter is stressing me out.” Tony laughed.

“Are you regretting being with her already?” Yelena shook her head.

“Never.” It was a blessing and a curse that she was with you. Tony smiled and squeezed her shoulder as he walked to the door.

“Good. Come get me if you need anything.” Yelena let out a slow breath when Tony left. It was strange how suffocating Yelena felt being in your living space. There was an aspect of who you were in every corner with your artwork on the wall to the scent of the candles you had lit. All Yelena wanted was for you to be close and safe in her arms, but that feeling felt overwhelming sometimes.

Yelena shook her head and saw your bag that you packed for treatment by the door. She grabbed it and dumped it on the counter. Cleaning out the trash, she repacked it. Before she placed your sketchbook back in, she felt the urge to flip through it.

The drawings were mostly of your travels and the animals you’ve seen. When she was about to put it away, she stopped on an unfinished drawing. It was of her. The day she took you to Central Park and the German Shepherd puppy ran up to her. You captured the pure joy on her face when the dog ran up to her. Yelena smiled and carefully ran her fingers over the pencil lines.

She would never forget that day. It made her realize how fragile life could be when you spoke about death and how important you were to her.

Yelena walked back into your room. Your position changed, but you were still fast asleep with your arms wrapped around the pillow she used and your face pressed against it. It pained Yelena to wake you up, but you asked her to. The slight movement of the bed caused your eyes to open. “Is my pillow that comfy, detka?” Yelena teased. You smiled and stretched before burying your face back into the pillow.

“Smells like you,” you whispered. “You left me, and I needed to cuddle with something.” Carefully, your hand moved up her arm and placed your hand behind your neck. It was hard to stop her body from shivering at your touch. “Kiss me,” you whispered. “Please.” You added on quickly.

It seemed natural for Yelena to close the distance between you and her. Your lips were soft against hers, a little dry as your body was dehydrated from you sleeping so long. But it was perfect. You moved Yelena closer to you until she was holding her weight off of you, caging your body with hers.

In this bubble of peace you created with your lips on hers and your hands on her skin, Yelena was buzzing. She felt like she was on fire. However, she had to stop. Slowly pulling away, Yelena looked down at you. Your lips were bruised, and your eyes were slightly blown out. She wondered if her own expression matched yours, but Yelena smirked and let her lips kiss your cheek and down the column of your throat. The small hitch in your breathing made the smile on Yelena’s face grow. You were so responsive to her touch. She rested her head on your shoulder and kissed the skin that wasn’t covered by your shirt. “It is time to get up, baby.” She glanced up at you as you groaned and threw your head back. “You could always—”

“No,” you gently pushed her off, and she landed next to you with a soft thud. “I’m good.” You sat up and swung your legs over the side of the bed. When you stretched your arms over your head, your shirt rose up. Yelena was mesmerized by the small section of your back. There were some imperfections, but you were so soft compared to her. “After a shower, I’ll be good to go,” you turned to look over your shoulder with a smirk. “And no, you can not join me. We would be very late if that was the case.”

Yelena felt the blush overtake her face, and she pulled a pillow over her face, groaning into the soft fabric. Your laughter was music to her ears as you walked into the bathroom. The pillow remained on her face until she heard the shower running. Slowly, she got up and walked over to your closet. She remembered the outfit you wore when you went to treatment together—simple, baggy, and comfortable. She tried to replicate that with the clothes she picked up. The door was cracked open, and Yelena easily placed the clothes on the sink.

“I packed your bag and a few snacks for you.” Yelena said, leaning against the wall. She wasn’t sure you heard her over the water.

“You did that,” you said in disbelief. Yelena smiled.

“Yeah, you are not alone in this.” Again, you were silent. It made Yelena’s anxiety worse because she knew you heard her.

“Thank you.”

Your friends in DC swore by weighted blankets. They went on and on about how it helped them sleep, quieted their mind, and comforted them when their anxiety got too much. However, you hated them. The blanket made you feel trapped and claustrophobic.

As you sat at the cancer center, a needle in your port, and Yelena sitting next to you, you felt like a blanket was over you. You could barely mumble a ‘thank you’ once the nurse left. Now your eyes were closed, and you basked in the weight that was suffocating. You wanted to rip it off. “Stop it,” you said with your eyes still closed. “Stop looking at me like that.” Yelena gasped.

“How did you—” you chuckled and shook your head. “How am I looking at you then, detka?”

“Like I am going to drop dead right here,” you teased with a smile.

“That is not funny.” Her tone was sharp, which made you finally open your eyes. You motioned for her to come closer. When you were able to put your hand on her cheek, her face softened.

“Right,” you whispered. “Sorry, not funny.” Yelena sighed and moved her chair closer to her. She kissed the palm of your hand and held it close to her lips. “I’m okay, Lena. Just a little tired today,” you closed your eyes. After your treatment was over, you would go back to the tower, and you would be tired and stuck there. Trapped. You hated feeling. Especially with how you were feeling, everyone would be hovering. That sounded awful. Maybe you could escape somewhere with Yelena this weekend. You groaned.

“What is wrong?” Your eyes opened at Yelena’s panic. “Are you hurt?”

“No, I’m fine,” you squeezed her hand. “Sorry, I was just thinking,” you sighed. “I want to do something with you this weekend,” you said as you reached for your water bottle that Yelena was quick to hand you. You thanked her with a smile and took a much-needed sip of water. “I want to get away, out of the tower. Seems a little impossible.” Yelena took your water bottle when you were done. Her green eyes were trained on your connected hands, and you could see her mind work a million different possibilities. It was cute. You pushed a piece of her hair behind her ear that pulled her out of her thoughts.

“We could go to Iowa.” Iowa? You were not expecting her to say that. Iowa is a state in the Midwest that borders the Mississippi, Missouri, and the Big Sioux Rivers. What the hell was in Iowa for a Black Widow?

“Iowa,” you said slowly. “What the hell is in Iowa? Besides nice people and corn.” Yelena laughed. The sound filled you with warmth, and it made you smile.

“The Bartons are in Iowa,” you raised her eyebrow in question. “Hawkeye.” OH! She could have said that from the beginning. “He retired to the countryside along with his wife and kids.” A small smile appeared on the blonde’s face. “It is probably my favorite place to go.”

“Then,” you managed to let go of Yelena’s hand and cupped her face. “We go to Iowa.”

“You are crazy! Do you know that? Do you know how insane this sounds? Just this morning you said it wasn’t a good idea for her to go to the cancer center; now you want to whisk her away to Iowa? Are you out of your mind?” Tony ranted.

Through her life, Yelena has been called a lot of things. Crazy was one of them, but it was a rare one. Yelena sighed as she filled a bag with medical supplies. The Black Widow was grateful Tony ran down to medbay after her meeting with Helen. The doctor suggested bringing things for extra hydration, such as gloves, alcohol swabs, needles, and a few bags of fluid. The plan was to leave tomorrow morning, stay until Sunday, and leave late afternoon. So Yelena grabbed two bags of fluid per day to be safe. “Call off the little vacay.” Yelena turned around to face him.

“No,” she said simply. “She was the one to suggest going away. I came up with Iowa. At least she is not going to France.” The blonde continued what she was doing. She knew you had your own supply of medication, but she wanted to grab extra. Tony continued his rant about the possibility of something happening.

“Look,” Yelena slammed her hands onto the table. His voice was giving her a headache. “Trust me that I will take care of her,” she squeezed her eyes shut. “Please.” Tony was quiet until she heard him slump into a chair with a sigh.

“I do trust you,” Yelena turned around to look at him. He was slumped back, and he looked tired. It looked like Yelena had never seen it before. “It’s just—”

“You are a worried father that feels a little out of their element,” Yelena guessed. Tony nodded. “Yeah, I get that.” She walked over to him and sat next to him. She felt a little lost as well. It wasn’t every day you were in a relationship with someone that had a life-threatening illness. “Nat is going to meet us there on Saturday. Laura is married to the most accident-prone Avenger I know.” The small jab at Clint got the man to laugh. “She will be okay, and if anything happens, we will come back here.” Tony nodded again.

“Pepper told me how she fell asleep in her office and she called you,” Yelena nodded. “You carried her back to her room without a second thought. Even this morning, you showed a level of care for her that I didn’t think was possible,” the blonde frowned.

“Are you trying to offend me?” She asked.

“No,” he answered and looked at her. “Are you worried about letting her in just for the possibility of losing her?” Yelena sighed and sat back in her chair. Her hands gripped onto her pants.

“All the time,” she admitted. “But like I told her, if she breaks my heart by leaving, then I am glad I gave it to her to break.”

“I’m so bored,” Kate whined as she lay on your bed. You rolled your eyes as you grabbed clothes and packed them into your bag.

“So sorry I’m so boring,” you teased.

“That is not what I said,” the archer defended. You knew that, but it was fun to poke fun at her. The small bag you were bringing was packed with your clothes, hygiene products, and medication. Your backpack was still packed with your sketchbook, tablet, and chargers from treatment. You needed to add a few more things, but that could wait. “Are you excited?” Kate asked. “To have your first couple vacation.”

“Didn’t expect it to be Iowa,” you huffed when you took the bag off the bed and sat down. “Expected it to be to the Bahamas or the Maldives.” Kate laughed and turned on her side to look at you. Her arm bent so her head could rest on her hand. Somehow her face got softer.

“This is kind of a big deal for her, taking you to Iowa,” she added. “Not even—” the archer’s voice trailed off.

“You know,” you mirrored the way she was lying. “I keep hearing snippets of this ex, but no one is telling me anything.”

“Did you ask Yelena?” You nodded. “And how did that go?”

“She almost bit my head off and not in the sexy way.” You deadpanned. Kate blinked at you. Her mouth opened and closed like a fish.

“Please give a girl a heads up when you are about to have sex so I can leave the state.” You pushed on her shoulder, and she fell onto her back. “Rude,” she grumbled, but she returned back to her position. You smiled. “I can’t tell you,” your smile fell. “Not because I don’t want to. Mostly because I don’t really know what happened between her and Vicky.” Vicky. Ew. You hated that name. “She was nice, but I don’t know,” the archer shrugged. “She rubbed me the wrong way.”

Now you were curious. “Do I rub you the wrong way?” You asked. The archer smirked. Since she was facing you, she missed Yelena leaning against the doorway.

“I don’t know, baby. Why don’t we find out?”

“Kate Bishop,” you felt bad. It would have been easy to warn the archer of the Black Widow’s entrance, but you were a little mean at heart. Kate jumped out of her skin, falling onto the floor with a thud. She was quick to stand up. “You are on my side of the bed.”

“I wasn’t even under the covers,” Kate defended. The blonde rolled her eyes and walked over to you.

“Hi, baby,” she bent down to kiss your lips.

“And that is my cue to leave,” Kate clapped her hands. “See you guys at dinner.” She gave you finger guns while she walked backwards and out the door.

“Bye, Kit Kat,” you called after her and heard the door slam shut. Yelena sat by your head, and you moved your head to rest on your lap. The blonde was still sending daggers to her friend that wasn’t there. “Hey,” you said, and you used one of your hands to squeeze her cheek. “You are going to give her a heart attack.”

“Good,” she looked down at you. Her green eyes were soft, and there was no real bite to her words. “How are you feeling?”

“Better,” you answered, took her hands in yours, and played with the rings on her fingers. “Especially now that you are here.”

“Sap,” she smiled.

“Only for you,” you yelped when Yelena moved to rest her back on the headboard and moved you further up her chest. You liked it here—feeling the steady beat of her heart and each calm breath she took.

“Stark is not happy we are leaving,” you hummed. Her hands began to massage the deep knots in your shoulders.

“I’ll talk to him at dinner.” It was team dinner tonight with bonding after. Kate told you that Bruce was arriving back tonight, and you were excited to meet the doctor. “You have magical hands,” you groaned.

“Is that so?” The blonde chuckled. “And here I thought you wanted Kate’s hands on you,” she kissed your shoulder. Again she chuckled as your body tensed up. “Or am I misremembering it?” Her lips touched every part of your skin she could reach. “She wanted your hands on her.”

“You sat up and turned to sit on her lap. There was a playful smirk on her face, but there was no hiding the vulnerability in her green eyes. The fear. You trailed your finger up and down her chest, watching it slowly rise and fall. “Your hands,” you whispered. “Are the only ones I want on me.” It was sudden. The way she flipped you onto your back and covered your body with hers. Her lips were on your neck and caused a gasp to escape your lips.

“So sensitive,” she teased. You laughed and put your hands on the back of her head, forcing her to look at you. “What is it?” She questioned.

“Just want to look at you,” you whispered. “You are beautiful.” The blush covered her cheeks, and she hid her face in your shoulder. You smiled, running your hands up and down her back. Her body sagged against you. The weight was comforting. It felt safe and warm.

After dinner, you sat with the Young Avengers, plus MJ and Ned. Yelena was right when she said they were always here, but they were nice. America started the game. It started off as simply hypothetical scenarios—what would you say to a jealous GPS or to your shoulder if it wanted to lead instead of follow? Then MJ asked a thought-provoking one—what would you say to time if time could answer back? The question stumped you, and you remained quiet as your friends went back and forth. The only person that adopted your silence was Yelena. She seemed lost in her head too.

What would you say to time? A million possibilities raced through your head. Why was her time up and not hers? Why is time moving so fast when you wanted it to slow down? “Hey kid,” you were thankful for Tony’s sudden interruption. He was standing next to Dr. Banner. “Do you have a minute?” You nodded, but before leaving with Tony, you looked at Yelena—a silent question passed through you both. Are you okay if I leave? She gave you a smile, nodded, and followed the duo to the kitchen. “Bruce, this is my daughter. Y/n, meet Bruce Banner,” Tony nudged the doctor with his shoulder. “This one might be smarter than both of us.” Bruce gave you a soft smile.

“Not very hard to be smarter than you, Tony,” the doctor teased him. Tony let out a dramatic gasp.

“Why do I put up with you?” He questioned. You chuckled with a shake of your head.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Doctor Banner,” you offered him your hand. At first he hesitated, but soon his hand contacted yours in a brief handshake. “I read your work on the structural dynamics of oxidoreductases.” You noted the surprise on Bruce’s face.

“Did you read that when you were 10?” Tony teased. You felt your body heat up from being called out.

“I was 13, thank you,” you said and slapped the billionaire on the shoulder.

“Impressive,” Bruce said, then turned to look at Tony. “You may be right. She is smarter than the both of us.” You rolled your eyes.

“Hey Snicker doodle,” you huffed at the annoying nickname Kate gave you. She heard you call her Kit Kat, and all throughout dinner she had been testing candy-themed nicknames. This one wasn’t bad compared to the others. “We are going to play cards. Wanna join?”

You hesitated. It sounded fun, but you wanted to talk more with Bruce. The man was fascinating, brave, and maybe a little stupid for testing his own creation on himself. “Go hang out with them,” Bruce made the decision for you. “We can discuss the complexities of structural biology and enzymology another night.” You smiled.

“I’ll hold you to that, Doctor Banner,” you said. “It was nice to meet you.” You gave them a wave before walking back to your friends. Quickly, you smacked Kate on the back of her head. “Snicker doodle,” you said, ignoring her ‘ouch.’ The hit wasn’t that hard. “Really?”

“What?” The archer complained. “I liked that one.”

“As did I,” Yelena put her arms around you.

“You both are so annoying,” you mumbled with no real hatred in your voice.

“It’s impressive,” Tony pulled his eyes away from you to look at his friend. The doctor was pulling out the leftovers from the fridge to build himself a plate. He returned to the tower after dinner was done and put away. Tony wondered how long he was going to stay. He looked better than the last time he was here—the bags under his eyes weren’t as dark.

The Blip changed him like it did with all the members of the team that survived those 5 years. But Bruce carried around so much guilt Tony never understood why. “She looks so much like you,” Tony wasn’t convinced. Sometimes he would stare at you and try to find himself in your features. He saw more of Jessica than himself.

“Really? I don’t see it.” Bruce shrugged.

“Because you don’t see the look in your eyes when you are working in the lab,” he put the plate in the microwave to heat up the food. “It was the same look she had when she brought up my paper.” Tony stood next to him, his back against the counter as he watched you.

It seemed like you were playing spoons, and Wanda and Vision joined the game. Your laughter mixed with the others, and it tugged at Tony’s heart. “Have you thought about what I asked you?” He kept his voice low so no one could hear them. “A way to cure her without using bone marrow.” Bruce opened the microwave when it beeped.

“I have some ideas,” the doctor sighed. “I’ll have to run some tests.” Tony nodded. “But Tony,” the billionaire looked at his friends; Bruce was staring at his food as if he was gathering the courage to eat. “Have you considered she doesn’t want to be saved?” Bruce’s comment froze Tony to the spot. It transported him to the time Bruce openly admitted to trying to kill himself. At the time, it was such a throwaway comment, but Tony thought about it a lot.

“I would never force her,” Tony said. “But I want to give her options.” Bruce nodded.

“I’ll be in the lab,” he said. “Working late.” The doctor walked towards the lab before Tony could respond. He sighed. Gods, he needed a drink. When you laughed again, Tony couldn’t look at you. Instead, he walked over to Pepper and Morgan. A heaviness threatened to drown him, and he was struggling to fight the tide.

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sam24 · 1 year ago

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Minivans And Pawnshops

Summary: You were out on a mission for a week, and when Tony, your self-appointed overprotective bodyguard, notices your Greek god of a boyfriend acting weird, he makes it his personal duty to figure out why. By asking Steve what was going on? Hell no. By slipping a Stark Tracker on him and shoving 11 people into an 8-seater Honda Odyssey to follow him.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x fem!reader

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“Take a left.” Friday’s monotone voice rang out.

“Take a left here, Happy,” Tony instructed, looking up from the Stark Map on his phone.

Happy rolled his eyes, mumbling something along the lines of I know, the robot already told me.

“This isn’t necessary, Tony,” You repeated for about the hundredth time. “Steve is not cheating on me.”

“My evidence says otherwise,” Tony urged Happy to drive faster, earning a grumble from the latter. “He’s acting very suspicious, always going out and coming back late every time.”

“Actually, I can vouch for Tony on that one,” Clint adds from his squished place in the last row of the mini-van, practically sitting in an annoyed Natasha’s lap. “He’s been acting pretty weird.”

“Doesn’t automatically mean that he’s cheating,” You defended. “He probably has other reasons.”

“Fine. Cheating or fight club. Which would you prefer?” Tony cocked his head at you, and you shoved it back.

“If he is bedding another woman, I will make sure he cannot bed any woman ever again!” Thor declared loudly into your ear, Wanda also wincing on the other side of him.

“You mean cut his dick off?” Sam piped in from the back, who was purposefully shoving into Bucky with every turn the car made.

“Um, indeed. I think so,” Thor shrugged. “I am not sure what I meant either.”

“Uh Mister Stark?” Peter turns around from the passenger seat that he was sharing with a very uncomfortable Bruce. “Did you really have to bring all of us? I have a lot of math homework to finish.”

Tony waved him off. “I have like 30 assistants back at the tower, kid. Someone will do it for you. Plus, all of us have to catch Rogers in the act and publicly shame him.”

You turned back to Tony, remembering what you both were initially arguing about after the ringing in your ear settled down. “You didn’t have to sneak a damn tracking device on him! You could have just asked what he was doing like a normal person.”

“Fuck being normal. At least be grateful that I waited for you until you came back from your mission to catch him red handed.” Tony smirked. “Or should I say cum handed.”

Everyone gagged.

“Actually, I don’t think that’s how it works,” Vision frowned, basically underneath Wanda. “The semen technically would not be in the Captain’s hand, unless-”

“Vis, honey.” Wanda just shook her head.

“Plus, I already asked Cyborg over here.” Tony pointed to the back at Bucky, who was still glaring at Sam. “He went uhh, I don’t know and ran away,” Tony said in his best dumb jock voice.

“Nothing is going on, Tony.” Bucky narrowed his eyes. “Just turn the car around.”

“I agree with Barnes.” Natasha kicked Tony’s seat from the third row. “Turn around, Happy.”

Bucky looked past Sam and Clint, who were hitting each other’s knees with their own. “Steve told you too?” He asked in Russian with a raised eyebrow.

Natasha shook her head with a smirk. “No. I’m just smart like that.”

“Too late, buddy,” Tony ignored their secret conversation, flashing a fake smile over his shoulder. “Like the great John B once said, ‘We didn’t come this far to get this far’.”

Peter whipped around once again, his eyes lighting up at the quote. “Mister Stark, I’m really glad that you’re watching my TV show recommendations, but I’m pretty sure someone else said it before he did-”

“Happy, take another left here.” Tony called out, mimicking the AI who just said it seconds before.

You rolled your eyes, the red dot in the center of Brooklyn on the phone screen catching your attention. You had no reason to doubt Steve’s loyalty toward your relationship. He loved you and you loved him and you knew that he would never do anything to hurt you. But, you were curious as to why Steve was apparently acting weird while you were gone, and what the hell he was doing in Brooklyn.

“Trust me, Tone. He’s not cheating. I’ll just ask him when he comes back, it’s probably just some stuff he has to take care of.”

“C’mon guys,” Bucky pressed. “Let’s turn around. I need to pee or something.”

“Hm, sounds like you're in denial.” Tony said to you, ignoring Bucky once again. “Don’t worry, the next step will be coming soon. Anger,” Tony announced with a grin like it was some kind of flashy news headline.

“Tony, why the hell does it sound like you want my boyfriend to be cheating on me.”

“Aw come on, it’s not like that,” Tony gestured at Happy to take a right. “I’m just looking out for you.”

You rolled your eyes once again, rubbing your wrist, remembering the death grip Tony had on you earlier as he dragged you into the light blue Honda Odyssey packed tight of Avengers in the back of his garage. He was saving it for his future family, he had claimed when you asked why Tony Stark of all people owned a minivan.

“Stop!” Tony yelled, and Happy quickly stepped on the brake, sending everyone flying forward. You heard Bruce and Peter groaning in the front. “This is it. The big reveal,” he announced.

You immediately scooted ever closer to Tony as he pressed his forehead to the window.

“He’s having an affair with . . .” Tony paused with a frown, his sunglasses sliding down the slope of his nose. “The owner of Vintage Pawn Shop?”

Pawn shop? Didn't Steve say something about a pawn shop a while back?

Identical confused eyebrow furrows made their way onto everyone’s faces, except Bucky’s and Natasha’s, as you spotted your unmistakable 6 foot 2 super soldier through the glass littered with fingerprints.

He was describing something to the old lady working in the store, looking hopeful and tired, like he had been searching for it for days. She nodded and raised her finger in a one minute, honey type of way and started rummaging through some things behind the counter. She pulled out a small box from somewhere, opening it and gently placing it in front of Steve.

You squinted your eyes, accidentally shoving Tony’s head into the window of the car as you craned your neck closer, trying to read the woman’s lips.

She said something along the lines of This might be what you’re looking for, sweetie, and Steve’s eyes lit up, a clear wave of nostalgia crashing over him. With gentle calloused fingers, he lifted a ring out of the box, admiring it with a soft smile.

“Friday,” Tony called out, face still squished between you and the car window. “Connect to the store’s CCTV.”

Before you could ask since when the hell Friday could do that, the Stark Map with a You have arrived at your destination adorned on its screen quickly was replaced with the live footage from the store’s cameras.

“Did this belong to someone that you knew, honey?” The old woman’s kind voice grainily made its way through the speaker of Tony’s phone as she noticed Steve’s eyes glistening with tears.

Everyone tried to move closer to the phone for Steve’s reply in the overcrowded car. “Ow!” You heard Clint yell, probably at Sam. “That was my foot, dumbass!” He was immediately shushed.

“Yeah.” Steve nodded, still smiling at the ring. “My ma’s.”

Multiple gasps were heard throughout the car, Happy’s being the loudest.

A weeks old, sleepy memory that was buried deep into your brain immediately flooded back.

You and Steve were wrapped around each other, your ear pressed to his heart, slowly lulling you to sleep with a familiar beat.

“Y’know, you remind me of my ma.” Steve randomly declared against your hair, and you peered up at him to meet the soft currents in his eyes. “Beautiful. Kind. Doesn’t take shit from anyone.”

He pressed a kiss to your lips as you smiled, cupping your face to pull back and look at you. He stared lovingly at you for a while, settling into a comfortable silence.

“Everything okay?” You turned your head to kiss his palm. The last time he had looked at you for this long without talking, it was right before he burst into tears after you had almost died on a mission.

“Yeah, sweetheart. Just thinking.” He pulled you back into his chest, placing another kiss on your forehead. “She would’ve loved you.”

After a little bit of silence, he spoke again. “Her ring was beautiful.”

“Oh?” You hummed.

“Yeah.” He nuzzled his nose into your cheek, a slight Brooklyn accent slipping through as he talked slowly, his words laced with sleep. “Don’t know where it is, but I wanna find it for you. I’ll look through every pawn shop in the state. And when I find it I’ll propose when the time’s right under the stars and you’ll say yes because you’re just like my ma, and Ma loved me more than anything in the world.”

If Steve had brought up the topic of marrying you during the day when you were wide-awake, you probably would have had a stroke of happiness.

But right now, it was night.

It was night and you were half-asleep, wrapped up in Steve’s warm arms, feeling more at peace there than you ever had anywhere else.

Nothing but peace.

So you just drowsily grinned into his bare chest, your hand snaking up to rest on his cheek. “She loved you more than anything in the world, huh?” You repeated. “Well then I guess your Ma and I are pretty similar.”

You looked up from the screen and back at the window, staring at the ring in Steve’s hand with wide eyes. The sunlight bounced off of it and the jewel sparkled in the light with an elegant touch. Steve was right- it was absolutely gorgeous.

A smile crept onto your face, matching the one on Steve’s.

“Why the hell are you smiling?” Tony’s voice interrupted your daze. “He’s gonna propose to the side chick!”

#marvel fanfiction #steve rogers x reader #tony stark is dumb #but we still love him

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zapreportsblog · 1 year ago

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❝hand cuff bonding❞

✭ pairing : Tony stark x reader

✭ fandom : avengers

✭ summary : (Y/n) and Tony have been dancing over their feelings for one another for far to long and Natasha would be damned if she sees her friend feelings get hurt again so she does what any good friend would do and hand cuffs the pair together for 24 hours. They have until the time runs out to confess or Natasha will expose their feelings to one another her damn self

✭ authors note : requested by someone who does not wish to be named, which is fine, long time ago I think on @fandomnationwhore blog, not sure how long ago you put this request in but I thought I would get it out there for you as soon as possible. You requested Tony Stark x reader but somone hand cuffed them together for 24 hours to get them to confess their feelings for each other.

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(Y/N) had lost count of how many times they had danced around their feelings for Tony Stark. It had become a complicated game of witty banter, teasing, and stolen glances. But Natasha Romanoff, always the observant friend, had decided that enough was enough. She was determined to push these two stubborn souls together, even if it meant resorting to unconventional methods.

One sunny afternoon at the Avengers compound, (Y/N) found themselves engaged in a lively debate with Tony about the latest technology advancements. Sparks flew, not just from the conversation, but from the undeniable chemistry that simmered beneath the surface. Natasha, who had been quietly observing from the sidelines, decided it was time to take action.

With a sly grin, Natasha approached the duo, holding a pair of handcuffs in her hand. She stopped right in front of them, causing both (Y/N) and Tony to pause mid-argument.

"What's this?" Tony asked, eyeing the cuffs with suspicion.

Natasha, always direct and to the point, replied, "It's an experiment in bonding."

(Y/N) raised an eyebrow, unsure of where Natasha was going with this. "Bonding? We're already a team."

Natasha's smirk widened as she explained, "Not that kind of bonding. I'm handcuffing the two of you together for 24 hours."

Both (Y/N) and Tony protested simultaneously, their objections ringing through the room. "You can't be serious!" Tony exclaimed.

"This is ridiculous!" (Y/N) added.

Natasha, unfazed by their protests, simply shrugged. "Think of it as a forced team-building exercise. I've got a mission to attend to, and you two need to work out your feelings."

With that, Natasha moved swiftly, attaching one end of the handcuffs to Tony's wrist and the other to (Y/N)'s. The click of the cuffs closing sent a shiver down their spines.

"Now, enjoy your bonding time," Natasha said, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she left the room, leaving the two of them literally attached at the wrist.

Tony and (Y/N) exchanged incredulous glances, their faces flushed with a mix of annoyance and embarrassment. Little did they know that this unexpected turn of events would force them to confront the feelings they had been dancing around for far too long.

Tony Stark and (Y/N) stood there, handcuffed together, exchanging flustered glances as Natasha's words lingered in the air. "Feelings? You have any clue what she's talking about?" Tony asked, a teasing smirk playing on his lips.

(Y/N) was quick to deny, their cheeks tinged with a hint of pink. "Feelings? No way, Tony. It's all in her imagination."

Their eyes locked for a moment, and both of them quickly glanced away, their hearts beating a little faster.

Tony sighed dramatically, his tone playful as he said, "Well, since we're stuck like this for 24 hours, we might as well make the most of it."

(Y/N) couldn't help but chuckle at his attitude. "I guess so. What do you suggest, Mr. Stark?"

Tony's eyes sparkled with mischief as he replied, "First things first,” He calls out to his AI, Friday, and instructed, "Friday, cancel all my meetings for today."

Friday's calm voice responded, "Yes, sir. Meetings canceled."

Tony grinned and turned back to (Y/N). "Well, we're free from work obligations for the day. What shall we do with our newfound freedom?"

(Y/N) couldn't help but return his smile, a sense of excitement building in their chest. "How about we start by not killing each other during this experience?"

Tony chuckled, "Agreed. No murder attempts today." He joked.

Tony Stark and (Y/N) had decided to spend their day indoors, away from prying eyes, to avoid anyone getting any ideas about their cuffed-together situation. They had ordered food from a nearby fast-food restaurant and made their way to Tony's private quarters on his own floor within the Avengers Tower.

As they settled into the plush couch in Tony's spacious living room, the aroma of the fast food wafted through the air. The two of them were determined to make the most of their time together.

(Y/N) grinned as the delivery man knocked on the door. She got up to answer it, and Tony had no choice but to follow along, their handcuffs jingling as they moved. She thanked the delivery man as he handed over the bags of food.

The delivery man's eyes widened in surprise as he recognized the pair. "Wait, you're Elastic Girl and Iron Man!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with awe.

Before he could say anything else, Tony reached into his pocket, pulled out a wad of cash, and handed it to the man. "Thanks, bye now," Tony said, effectively cutting off any further conversation.

The delivery man blinked, clearly stunned by the generous tip, and Tony promptly shut the door in his face.

(Y/N) couldn't help but shake her head as she returned to the living room. "That was a bit mean, Tony."

Tony gave her a playful pout, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Aw, well, guess I'm mean then," he quipped.

They settled back onto the couch, bags of fast food spread out before them, and selected a movie to watch. As they dined on their greasy, delicious meal, the movie played on the large screen.

(Y/N) couldn't resist capturing this moment, where they were both cuffed together on Tony's plush couch, enjoying their meal and the movie. She pulled out her phone, discreetly leaned her head against Tony's arm, and snapped a quick photo, making sure to capture the warmth and contentment in their expressions.

As the movie played on, (Y/N) found herself comfortably nestled against Tony's side. His right arm, the one not cuffed to her, naturally slipped around her shoulders, creating a sense of closeness that felt surprisingly right.

Tony, usually so full of energy and restlessness, seemed to have succumbed to the cozy atmosphere and the warmth of the moment. His breathing grew steady, and soon, he was asleep, his chest rising and falling in a peaceful rhythm.

(Y/N) glanced over at Tony, studying his features in the soft glow of the television. His face, so often marked by confidence and charisma, now seemed relaxed and vulnerable in sleep. She couldn't help but admire the rugged charm of his features—the slight scruff on his jawline, the way his eyelashes cast delicate shadows on his cheeks, and the faint smile that played on his lips, as if he was content even in his dreams.

She gently shifted to get a better view, careful not to disturb him. With her free hand, she traced the contours of his face, marveling at the depth of emotions that this brilliant inventor and billionaire playboy concealed behind his facade.

In this quiet moment, with the world outside forgotten, (Y/N) realized just how much she appreciated Tony Stark. His wit, his intelligence, and his determination were admirable, but it was his vulnerabilities and the glimpses of his true self that truly drew her in.

As the movie soundtrack played softly in the background, (Y/N) leaned in, planting a gentle kiss on Tony's forehead. She rested her head against his shoulder, feeling grateful for this unexpected opportunity to get to know the man behind the suit, the genius behind the gadgets, and the heart beneath the armor.

Tony slept on, completely unaware of her affectionate gaze, and (Y/N) couldn't help but wonder if, in the midst of this unconventional situation, they were both starting to realize that maybe, just maybe, their feelings ran deeper than they had ever imagined.

Natasha Romanoff had a knack for appearing at the most inconvenient moments. Just as (Y/N) was lost in thought, studying Tony's sleeping face, Natasha entered the room quietly. Her dark eyes locked onto them, and she couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

"Have y'all confessed yet?" Natasha asked, her voice carrying a teasing tone.

(Y/N) quickly shushed her, her finger to her lips. "Not so loud, Nat. He's sleeping."

Natasha smirked and lowered her voice, but her curiosity was still evident. "Well, did you?"

(Y/N) hesitated, glancing back at Tony's peaceful expression. "No," she finally admitted in a hushed tone.

Natasha's expression shifted from curiosity to a more serious demeanor. "Why not?" she asked, her voice gentle.

(Y/N) sighed, her eyes never leaving Tony's face. "I'm scared, Nat," she confessed quietly. "You know Tony's reputation when it comes to... well, ladies. I don't want to risk ruining what we have, not just our relationship, but the dynamic of the entire team as well."

Natasha considered (Y/N)'s words carefully, her gaze fixed on her friend. "If that's how you truly feel," she began, her tone serious, "then you have a choice to make. You can either tell him and risk the outcome, whatever it may be, or you can give him up."

(Y/N) stared at Tony, feeling a mix of longing and trepidation. Natasha's words hung in the air, a weighty decision that (Y/N) knew she couldn't avoid forever. It was time to confront her feelings and face the uncertain future, whatever it might hold.

* CONFESS * :

As Natasha quietly left the room, (Y/N) felt an overwhelming sense of determination wash over her. She couldn't keep dancing around her feelings any longer; it was time to face the truth. She turned her attention to Tony, who was still peacefully sleeping on the couch.

(Y/N) took a deep breath, mustering all the courage she could find. She leaned in closer and gently shook Tony's shoulder. "Tony," she whispered, "wake up."

Tony stirred, his eyes fluttering open. "Yeah, yeah, I'm up. What happened?" he mumbled, clearly still half-asleep.

(Y/N) took a moment to gather her thoughts before she spoke. "Tony, there's something I need to tell you," she began, her voice unwavering. "I can't keep doing this dance around our feelings any longer. I... I like you, Tony."

There was a pause, a silence that seemed to stretch for an eternity as Tony's gaze locked onto (Y/N)'s. The room seemed to hold its breath, waiting for his response.

Finally, Tony spoke, his voice filled with a mixture of surprise and vulnerability. "You do?"

(Y/N) nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. "Yes, I do. I've liked you for a long time, Tony. I just couldn't find the right moment to say it."

Tony reached out and gently cupped (Y/N)'s cheek, his fingers warm against her skin. "Well, maybe this is the right moment," he replied softly. "Because I like you too, (Y/N). More than I ever thought possible."

Relief washed over (Y/N) as she heard his confession. She felt a smile tug at her lips, and she leaned in closer until their lips met in a soft, tender kiss.

In that moment, surrounded by the quiet of Tony's private quarters, they realized that the dance they had been doing around their feelings was finally over. They had taken the plunge, and now, they were free to explore the depths of their affection for one another without hesitation or fear.

(Y/n) pulls away from the kiss smiling before she realizes something “Oh, let me check and see where Nat is at so she can take these cuffs off.

Making quick work at shooting her friend a message she got a singular reply back from the red head the message reading “lab” so standing the pair made their way to the lab.

Upon entering the lab, Natasha was already there, her eyes sharp and knowing. She took one look at them and couldn't help but grin. "So, y'all finally confessed?" she asked, her tone tinged with amusement.

Tony and (Y/N) exchanged a brief glance, and for the first time, there was no need to hide or deny their feelings. "Yes," they both said in unison, their voices filled with a sense of relief.

Natasha raised an eyebrow, her lips quirking into a smile. "Well, it's about time," she remarked, her gaze moving to the handcuffs that still bound them together.

With a quick flick of her wrist, Natasha uncuffed them, and the cold metal restraints clattered to the floor. "Congratulations," she added, her tone now genuine. "It's about time you two figured it out."

Tony and (Y/N) exchanged a glance filled with shared understanding. They had taken a leap of faith, confessed their feelings, and were now free to explore the depths of their affection without secrets or shame. It was a new beginning, and they couldn't be happier about it.

As they left the lab, hand in hand, Tony and (Y/N) felt like a weight had been lifted from their shoulders. They had finally found the courage to embrace their feelings, and they were ready to face whatever the future held for them, together.

* GIVE HIM UP * :

(Y/N) stared at her phone, her fingers hovering over the screen, debating whether or not to send the text message to Nat. Her heart raced as she contemplated her feelings for Tony and the potential consequences of her decision. She had replayed their moments together in her mind countless times, but now it was time to make a choice.

With a deep breath, she tapped out the message: "Hey Nat, I've thought a lot about this, and I've decided it's best for me to forget about my feelings for Tony. I don't want to risk ruining our friendship. Thanks for always being there for me."

As she hit send, a mix of relief and sadness washed over her. She had made her choice, but it was bittersweet. (Y/N) knew that it was the right decision, but it didn't make it any easier.

Within moments, a reply from Nat appeared on her screen: "I'm proud of you for making that decision, (Y/N). Remember, I'll be here for you no matter what. We'll get through this together."

Grateful for Nat's support, (Y/N) smiled weakly at her phone before setting it down. She hoped that with time, her feelings for Tony would fade, and their friendship would remain intact.

Twenty-four hours later, (Y/N) and Tony found themselves sitting across from each other in the same coffee shop. The atmosphere was different this time, lighter and less tense.

Tony looked at (Y/N) and broke the silence, his voice casual, "So, that's done."

(Y/N) met his gaze and nodded, her own tone relaxed, "Yeah, it is."

Tony leaned back in his chair, a playful smirk on his face as he asked, "So, (Y/N), now that you're free from being handcuffed to me for 24 hours, what's your grand plan?"

(Y/N) grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "I'm going to go adopt a dog."

Tony burst into laughter, the sound echoing through the coffee shop. "A dog, really? Was I that bad to be handcuffed to?"

(Y/N) chuckled, fully aware of Tony's teasing tone. "Oh, you have no idea. You were a handful."

Tony raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence. "Me? A handful? I was the perfect handcuff partner."

(Y/N) shook her head, playing along with his banter. "Sure, if perfect means constantly trying to sneak away to get your morning coffee."

Tony chuckled, admitting defeat. "Okay, okay, guilty as charged. But hey, I did make coffee for both of us."

They shared a laugh, the tension from their earlier conversation now replaced with lightheartedness. Tony's eyes sparkled as he asked, "So, can I join you on your dog adoption adventure? I promise I won't try to run away this time."

(Y/N) grinned, touched by his genuine enthusiasm. "Of course, Tony. You're welcome to come along. It'll be fun."

As they made plans to visit the local animal shelter together, (Y/N) couldn't help but feel grateful for their friendship. The handcuff incident had brought them closer, and now, they were embarking on a new adventure together – one that involved wagging tails and furry companions.

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mad-maximoff · 8 months ago

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The War (Prelude)

Warnings: Gore, loss of children

Word Count: 1,585

In Two Multiverses, far from our own...

Multiverse #700

"Quick! Steve! Grab his head now!" There, laid a disfigured metal misshapen Ultron, breathing shallowly. His metal mask was torn revealing his once clean purple jawline. He groaned as Steve Rogers and Tony Stark carried him to the Scarlet Witch. "Oh, my darling! My king." She stroked his exposed face.

In this multiverse, Ultron was an AI being that helped Tony Stark run Stark Industries. When we saw how the world treated threats he took it upon himself to create to perfect being behind Starks back. Turning his AI being into a man. With great success, with some hindrances from the Avengers, they finally saw his intentions were pure and not in malice. With that, that attracted foes willing to fight the Avengers. Especially a secret lab under HYDRA's rule. Who forced the Maximoff twins to fight the Avengers. Once the twins realized they were on the wrong side, they fought HYDRA alongside. Until the last battle, where Pietro Maximoff lost his life. Wanda, understandably distraught took comfort in the new Ultron. Budding a new romance. The Avengers were almost catapulted into a civil war against one another until Wanda and Ultron stopped them all. Using their powers to find the Infinity Stones to gain control. They ruled over the Avengers when their power gained the world. World leaders tried to halt their attempts but were stopped by Wanda's mind manipulation. Ultron & Wanda were crowned the rulers of Earth. King and Queen.

"He's dying your highness, we need to find a doctor or a scientist." Peter Parker squeaked. All of the Avengers gathered around their gallant king to fight against Thanos for the infinity stones wanting complete control of the universe. Thanos was not successful thanks to his efforts. He hand control over the gauntlet.

"No! We must use the book! There's a spell in there! It will heal my love. Strange! Summon the book! Now!" Wanda heathered her hand in front of Doctor Strange. She was desperate. "Wanda, no. If the darkhold can heal Ultron, it may kill you. It corrupts any user."

"I do not condone your insolence Strange! I do not care! Give me the damn book." Wanda sniffled wiping away her heavy tears. Stephen Strange conjured a portal with his sling ring, reaching to guide the darkhold into Wanda's hands. It fell to the ground turning the pages on its own to the exact page Wanda was after. Wanda's fingers rotted turning black as she spoke the incantations. Her red powers grew through her fingers to Ultrons body slowly, healing his wounds.

"It's working! Ultron! Darling!" Wanda's shrieks of joy were cut short by her eye darting over to the darkhold catching in a blaze of fire. Instantly disintegrating.

"No! No!" She screamed, tears gushing out. Ultron slowly faded out. Dying in front of her. Her body curled in a ball next to her dying husband crying out. The Avengers stayed silent bending a knee for their fallen hero.

"Wanda. What happened? What did you do to the darkhold?" Strange broke the silence. "All hail the Queen." Pepper unlatched her mask on one of Starks suits.

"Nothing.." She sniffled. She arose watching he dead husband lie lifeless. "Nothing! I did nothing!" Her powers grew in anger, pivoting her body around to shoot pieces of her jewelled crown out. She turned back to see Ultron sniffling. Feeling a sense of silence that was unheard of to her. A few muffled noises and coughs, but only silence. Until she turned again to see the havoc she caused. The red jewels from her beaded crown had impaled all over her friends. The Avengers. They were dead. She caused this on her own.

"N-no...No! Nat? Nat! Steve!" She searched for her familiar friends to see them hunched over with the jewels stabbed in their temples. "No, no, no!" Wanda howled out dropping to her knees. "Why!" She swiped her heavy tears wiping away her makeup not having feeling in the tips of her fingers. "This isn't my fault...I did not burn the darkhold...how could I? Someone else did this...when I find them...they will regret it...."

Mulitiverse #900

"Boys! Dinner is almost ready." Wanda stirred a pot of paprikash. Billy and Tommy always enjoyed their mom's famous paprikash after one of their soccer practices after school. Billy rushed into the dining room laying his book bag on the table. "Hey, where does that go?" She turned pointing her wooden spoon towards Billy. "Oh shit, sorry mom."

"And language! I told you boys about that, your uncle Steve would have an aneurysm." The boys weren't the little boys from Westview. They were teenagers. Almost grown adults. Billy zoomed off up the stairs to his room where his book bag would go. Wanda did not realize Tommy was behind her, using his powers to play with a strand of her hair behind her ear. She twitched, fixing the hair. He continued until he sat down at the dining table. A shock sparked on his behind jolting him up.

"Haha, you do realize you aren't the only one with magical hands right? Now use your powers for good and set the table." She chuckled opening the cabinet above the sink to reveal all of the dishes. "Fine, but it's Tom's turn tomorrow." He huffed still rubbing his bottom from the shock. "Na uh, you weren't here yesterday for supper, so that means you have to do it twice!"

"No!"

"Yes! Mom!"

"Mom!"

"Jesus you two! Can you two stop arguing for one damn minute! Keep at it and I'll ship you two off to Uncle Clint, then you boys will stop your complaining." Wanda laid her hands on either side of her temples, rubbing them roughly. "Oh Mom, I don't think Uncle Steve would approve of your language." Tommy tisked, as Billy joined hiding a laugh under his breath. Wanda giggled shaking her head. "I'm never going to hear the end of this." She turned back to her pot stirring again.

After Thanos blipped half of the population, the Avengers fought Thanos and restored the world. Vision is still dead. Amongst, her grief, she creates Westview. Creating Billy and Tommy, she learned the error of her ways in restoring Westview to normal. Leaving with her boys. She stopped being an Avenger to raise the boys full-time. Only called upon when the world was in danger. Stephen Strange needed her a year ago, to help find a foe in the multiverse. She stumbled upon the Darkhold. Never read a page. Only storing it away for safekeeping. However, in the last year, the book has been speaking to the Scarlet Witch. Begging her, pleading with her, to use them.

"Please Wanda...the boys are in danger..." The book whispered.

"Danger? How?" She whispered, watching her figure in the kitchen window.

"The intruders. There's intruders...you want to protect your boys don't you?" Wanda watched her figure change to a dark figure. Blackened eyes, and rotting fingertips as the room filled with a red haze. "Where?! Where are they?!" Her powers enhanced.

"Mom?... What's wrong?" Billy's voice rang through Wanda's head and faded quickly. She looked over at the noise to see two tall black shadows. Behind two small boys. Her boys. The Tommy and Billy they once were, but still young in her heart.

"You have to kill them Wanda...they will kill your boys.."

"No, no!" Her powers blinded her bolting to the intruders. "W-what do I do!"

"Take their power Wanda...they'll use it against the boys. You must feed off them before they feed on them."

Wanda dove into the intruders, using her powers to tear into the intruder's abdomen. The red pooled around her in her daze. The noises and pleading from these intruders were muffled with the Darkhold's voice humming in Wanda's mind. The other intruder grew with another haze near the scared 10-year-old boys behind Wanda. Billy & Tommy crying in the corner. "No! Get the hell away from them!" She screamed latching onto the other intruder. She sat on top of the intruder, as she reached into the intruder's chest to rip out a black mass. Thinking in her red haze this was their power. Wanda devoured the mass. The mass dripped down her chest. The Darkhold silenced their words leaving behind a chuckle. Wanda turned to see the Darkhold on her bookshelf catch fire turning to dust. The picture of her young boys faded, it was a part of the Darkhold's plan. She calmed herself to peer down to see who the intruder was.

She shrieked in terror. Realizing who the intruders were. It was Billy and Tommy. Her teenage sons bleeding out on the dining room floor. "No! No!" She cried out scattering around in their blood. Tommy coughed out laying still. His legs twitched a blue faded light."Mom...mom.."

"Yes baby, Mommy's here. She's okay now, I am so sorry...my babies..."

"W-Why Mom? We're sorry..."

"No, no babies it's okay..." She sniffled in complete horror over the damage she caused. "This isn't your fault baby."

"Where's B? Where's Billy-.." He coughed once more before his breaths stopped.

"Billy? Billy! No! No!!" Wanda screamed, causing the windows to shake. "Tom? Tommy?" She pivoted across the pools of blood to her other son who lay still on the floor. Not breathing. "No! No! My babies! My babies!" She wept crying in her lap. "I promise you, my angels...I will find the Darkhold...you will come back to me again..."

#fanfiction #fanfic #marvel #wattpad #wanda maximoff #marvel mcu #mary kate and ashley #scarlet witch #the scarlet witch #evil wandas

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jamneuromain · 2 years ago

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Steve Rogers x stark!reader

Steve and Tony's 'baby' (she is literally two years younger) sister have been dating... they don't want to tell Tony

But, tony begins to think something is happening and sends spider kid to spy for him

Tony finds out, and he bursts into her room to see her and Steve sleeping peacefully together

BUT HES TONY FUCKING STARK SO HE STARTS BLASTING AC/DC AND WAKES THEM UP

Steve then revives a lecture for dating Tony's sister, and yn revives a lecture for dating Steve

I just find the idea hilarious

And then after that, yn and Steve would walk out of the same room and tony would make gagging noises the whole time they were close

I'm thinking... although Tony trusted Peter with this mission, he didn't fully "trust" him with this mission...

Sorry for taking so long! I had a bit trauma with being waked up abruptly :(

False alarm

Steve Rogers x You (Reader)

Warning: Swearing, Pure Fluff, a lil humor,

Summary: Code Red.

Send it? Or don't send it?

Peter scratches the back of his head, and hits "send".

He scrolls his screen in expect for reply. But he gets nothing.

"Code Red! She hugs Mr. Lang for three Mississippi's today."

Before that, "Code Red! She laughed at Mr. Wilson's jokes."

Before that, "Code Red! She could be dating Mr. Barnes because she bought him plums!"

Stark, on the other hand, spares a brief glance at his screen and sighs.

"Peter Parker: Code Red! I saw her talking with Mr. Barton today! Mr. Barton touched her shoulders!"

"One mission. I gave that kid one mission." Tony grumbles, pinching his nose bridge as he winces, "one frigging mission and ..." He makes his notorious long face, "... and he has sent me a dozen false alarm right now."

"Sir, I will talk that kid out of it. Just gives me a chance-" Happy looks at Tony from the rearview mirror, guaranteeing and nodding his head, "I won't let you down Sir."

"You know what? Never mind." Tony shoves his sunglasses back on, putting that thin piece of transparent screen back into his pockets. "He'll bug me for another mission if I don't ask him to do something. Friday, mark all Peter Parker's message with the keyword 'Code Red' as read, and don't ever notice me again with these messages, will ya'?"

"Yes Sir." The AI answers.

Happy observes Tony, choosing his words carefully, "is there a chance, Sir, that Ms. Stark is not...?"

"STOP! I don't wanna hear it." Tony screws his eyes shut.

He doesn't want to hear it. He doesn't want to acknowledge it. But he has to face it.

Ms. Stark, you, his little sister (though you would argue that you are not little anymore, being a mere couple of years younger than Tony), are in love.

Ridiculously, unabashedly, in love.

You have what the young people calls it these days: the relationship syndrome, where you would giggle (for Christ's sake, giggle!) and blush like a teenager!

"With whom I'm in a relationship is none of your damn ... darn business." You threw a bad language word at him when noticing Peter was in living room doing his homework. Glancing at Peter's direction, you dropped your voice, "besides, this is exactly why I don't want to tell you, even if I have a boyfriend."

"What? Why? ME???" The billionaire cried, "I'm your big brother! Of course I need to know are you in a relationship!"

Before you could slip through the loop hole in his words, he added, "and with whom."

You let out a laugh, pouring yourself a glass of wine, too tired to have this conversation at 10 pm, "yeah, you're not dad, Tones. Now get the ... get out!"

"This is my property! You can't tell me to get out!"

"Watch me."

"Hey, if you guys need some space I'd be happy to go back to my room." Peter shuffled the papers on the table, nervously piping up.

"Yes!" "No!" Tony and you gave separate answers, then glared at each other.

"Uh- I'm just gonna go back to- uh-" Peter balanced his heavy backpack and his big pile of papers and laptop with a pen on top of everything, nearly bumping his knee when he missed a step.

"No, you stay. I'm done with him." You grabbed your glass and headed to your quarters, mumbling some dark words under your breath.

Tony pursed his lips, watching your figure disappeared behind doors and walls.

"Kid, you want a mission?"

"Yeah! I mean, of course, Mr. Stark, Sir! Anything! I'm absolutely ready for my first assignment - I mean mission!"

"...that's not really a question but fine, here's what you are going to do."

And that's what his spur of the mind get him. Text bombarding from the Peter kid, reporting possible "target" of your boyfriend. So far, nothing special came from his texts.

Seriously? Buying plums? You and Natasha were out buying groceries that day, of course you are buying plums.

Three Mississippi's? Is that how the kids are counting seconds these days?

The rest are just more ridiculous. As ridiculous as the idea of eight track tapes.

Stark sighs deeply.

He's gonna kick that mysterious boyfriend's ass when he finds out who exactly is the guy.

A few hours later...

"Is this, what, the fifth time tonight that the fire alarm got triggered?" You muffle your yawn under your palm, earning a chuckle from the blonde super soldier, who is leaning against the door frame, and welcomes you with out-stretched arms.

The shrieking fire alarm has been on and off tonight. Even though Friday has made sure there's no visible fire, the AI keeps receiving sensors reporting temperature abnormalities in different parts of the building.

It also keeps waking you and the blonde supersoldier a couple of doors away.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Stark. I will double check the cameras and the sensor data to make sure there's no actual fire. I will turn off the fire alarm for now." The AI replies softly, "you may go back to bed now, Ms. Stark."

Shrieking is dialed down. But the warm embrace offer still stands.

You hold onto his hand, but not moving forward an inch to fall into his warm hug. "Anthony will see." You mumble, feeling his rough palm on yours.

"I miss you, doll face. My bed feels cold without you." Steve looks like a kicked puppy, pouting with his sad eyes, "lemme hold you for a second."

Who are you to say no when he's pouting his perfectly kissable lips?

Your tired body finds its home, snuggling his broad chest and strong arms. Your hands bringing his head down for a kiss.

" 'kay, I'll delete the footage in the morning." You stifle another yawn, and follow Steve to his room, where you also miss because of the recent spying businesses Tony assigned the kid to do.

A few feet away, Peter is hanging upside down from the ceiling in his invisible suit, frantically texting.

"I'm sorry to bother you, Mr. Stark! But she just followed Cap to his room! "

Three seconds later,

"SIR, CODE RED!!!!!!"

Unbeknownst to Peter, he "sits" on the temperature sensor again, having the fire alarm blasting the building once more.

On Steve's, or your shared bed at this point, the blonde smiles when you try to minimize the voice by dragging the duvet over your head, which he is sure you will smother yourself within ten minutes. Steve covers your ears with his palm, blocking all noises that will pry you out of sleep.

"Good night, sweetheart." He whispers.

A few more hours later...

"Friday, play Highway to Hell in the loudest voice possible, please. "

The billionaire sticks his fingers in his ears, watching your eyes snap open the minute rock music fills this room with lead singer screaming and electric guitar. Steve scrambles out of bed before you even realize what's going on, he swings the lamp near bedside by his hand and looks as if he's about to attack any second. And he probably would have attacked if he doesn't recognize Tony first.

"What the fuck, Anthony! Friday, turn off the fucking music!" You yell, throwing your fluffy pillow at your older brother, "that's not funny!"

Friday turns the music off in an instant. Your heart pounding in your chest. You could have had a heart attack.

"No shit, young lady, it's not funny." The genius who thought it was a good idea waking you up with loud music scoffs, not to mention dodging your attack with ease, "I understand if you want to screw anyone on the team, but this? Him???"

"Excuse me?" You can't help but roll your eyes.

He glances at Steve, "and you, that's how you take care of my sister when I'm gone? By taking her to the bed? Good care indeed."

Steve rubs his eyes with the heels of his palm, "for Christ's sake, Tony, I'm sorry. But that," he gestures to the sound speaker hanging on top of your head, "was excessive."

Tony waves his hands dismissively, "I'll deal with you later. Now, you," he points his finger at you, "get out of Steve's room. I hope you are decent at least."

"It's fucking four thirty in the morning. I'm not going anywhere until I finish my sleep."

There. You've said that. You fall back on to your pillow. Your heart still pounding frantically in your ribcage.

There's probably too many bad language word in one conversation, but Tony had it coming when he decided to wake you before the sun even comes up.

"Uh-uh. You're not staying in the same room. Rogers, you and I are gonna talk. NOW." Tony wiggles his index finger, and motions for Steve to step out of his own room.

Your consciousness drifts to a place between sleep and awake. You are on the verge of falling asleep again when a burning furnace - probably your boyfriend who had to "talk" with your annoying brother just now - slips back into the warm cover. You acknowledge his presence by taking his bicep as your pillow again, sprawling your arm across his chest.

"I guess you don't have to delete the footage now." He chuckles, holding you closer to his body.

"Hmm." Is all that you can reply. You would have said "Sure. Whatever" if you are conscious, but you couldn't muster up the strength or the clarity to answer.

"I'm fairly sure he'll still be disapproving whenever he sees both of us around."

"Hmmmmm." I don't really care......

"But he's ... processing, now." Steve kisses your forehead, "sleep tight, sweetheart."

You'll ... deal with that ...... tomorrow ..........

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INEVITABILITY: CHAPTER ONE

“I assure you, brother, the sun will shine on us again.”

▸ summary: life takes a turn again, when an old friend brings bad news ▸ characters: tony stark, peter parker, bruce banner, stephen strange, wong ft. former avengers ▸ word count: 7.5k ▸ warnings: angst, canon violence, ▸ series masterlist

FEBRUARY (2017)

The light sound of Tony’s foot tapping against the wood of the coffee table was the only noise in the room that morning. For about twenty minutes the two of you had come to a stand still in the conversation that turned suddenly heated.

Dr. Daniels sat across from the two of you, pen writing rapidly onto her pad as she analyzed the two of you.

It was about a month into the new year that Pepper demanded the two of you rip off the band-aids and go see a therapist together. At first, she attempted for you both to go separately but Tony suggested this was a family problem that should be dealt with as a family. Little did he know you’d both have completely different opinions on the matter.

“So, Mr. Stark. If I may just reiterate what you’ve said. You believe that your sister should move on, correct?”

Tony’s foot stopped tapping against the leg of the coffee table to look over at the doctor. A simple nod was all he gave in reply. Holding his tongue as to not be the first to break the silence.

“And by moving on, you want her to forget her feelings and reservations for her friend, and ex boyfriend.”

Again he nodded. And while you hated to be the one to break the silence first, you couldn’t stand by to hear this nonsense again.

“I think what Tony is forgetting is that I am not one of his AI projects and actually have feelings.”

Dr. Daniels looked over to you, nodding her head for you to go on.

“I want to move on from Siberia as much as he does. God, I really do.” you sighed, looking down at your lap. “Not a day goes by where I’m not haunted by that fight.” There’s a little restriction on how much information you’ve both given her. But it’s enough so that she knows things turned physical. “But what he did Tony..”

“It's unforgivable.” Tony spat suddenly. He must have been building up again in his silence, leaning forward on his knees to cover his face with his hands. “What he did was the worst thing any stupid boyfriend could do. And you want to forgive him?”

“But it wasn’t him! We’ve been through this a thousand times!” you cried out, turning your body to face him again. “How can we blame him for something that was out of his control? There was no choice for him. He was..trapped.”

Tony scoffed at that, shaking his head at you as he continued to look away. “He was trapped for how long until your other ex boyfriend triggered his freedom? And what, he didn’t remember murdering dear Ma and Pa whenever you two were together. You know, you the daughter of said murdered couple?”

“Mr. Stark, it’s unfair for you to use that knowledge against her when she was unaware of the situation.” Dr. Daniels tried to explain. But Tony simply held a hand up, stopping that train of thought.

“I’m not blaming her, Doc. As always, the blame always falls back to them.” He glanced at you for the first time since you two came, a small frown tugged at his face. “These two men used her love and innocence and just..betrayed her. My own colleague, my f-friend..he lied to me too.”

You reached a hand out to rest against Tony’s arm. Feeling the familiar ache in your chest come back from before. In a way, he was right about the betrayal. But no matter how hard you tried to hate on either man, you couldn’t.

“Be honest, Tony..would we have ever reacted normally to this?”

He brought a hand up to rub against his beard, scratching at his cheek for a moment as he contemplated the answer. “No.” he concluded. “But it wouldn’t have hurt as much if he actually told me. If he had the damn balls to talk to me instead of Baron Von Asshole displaying that damn video.”

“Video?” Dr. Daniels asked.

“Confidential.” you both said at the same time. Despite it being judgment free, there were some things you couldn’t be descriptive about.

Focusing back at the conversation, you tried to sympathize with your brother. In a way, it was always going to be easier for you to lean into forgiving. While that reason was because of HYDRA, it still was a fact. Tony, on the other hand, knew them. He was raised by them and it meant something more.

“I want to move on..but I want to do all that with him..” you admitted softly. “Romania was the first time in a long time I truly felt..happy.”

Tony sighed, not happy to hear that from you. But you continued on anyway.

“I know that if we could just talk to him and give him the chance to speak that maybe..maybe we might feel better about it all.” You sighed, feeling the tears prick at your cheeks. “We just attacked him and..God, I can’t get his face out of my head.”

You don’t have to look up to know both people are looking at you right now.

“..what face?” Tony asked warily.

“The face he made when I said I wasn’t going to find him again..it was always our safeguard.” Glancing over to Tony, you feel your bottom lip quiver. “It was a reassurance that I’d find him..even if he was gone up here.” You said pointing to the side of your head. “I wouldn’t give up and bring him back. And I just..I just told him no..”

“Ms. Stark, you can blame yourself for cutting off that connection.” Dr. Daniels said, leaning forward. “In that moment, you said what you needed to say in order to protect yourself. In fact, I’d say it was also a way of standing your ground.”

“Protect myself from what? It only broke his heart.”

“It protected your own heart, I’m afraid.”

Tony gave a soft gasp, putting his face into his hands as he realized something on his own. The two of you look at each other worried before going back to Tony.

“Anything you’d like to share with the class, Tony?” You asked, poking at his arm.

He slowly pulled his hands away from his face. Looking a lot more tired than before. “You love the son of a bitch, don’t you?”

The room turned completely silent. You find the words almost trapped in your throat. But you nod anyway, taking a small breath before speaking again.

“Yes, I love him.”

Instead of getting angry, Tony looks defeated. Like when one of the teams he was rooting for failed during baseball season.

“Let’s end on that note today. You guys covered a lot. You should get some rest.”

The two of you didn't move as she quickly gathered her files together. Only staring at each other as you both took in the recent confession. “I’d ask for you two to make up in other ways until our next session. But considering how stubborn you both are, I know there’s a chance you might continue the conversation when I leave.” Dr. Daniels said as she took her bag from the floor. “So I ask that you both remember each other’s feelings are valid, and just because one feels a certain way doesn’t mean they’re the bad guy. You’re both dealing with a brand new loss. You have to be there for one another.”

Her parting words are ignored as you focus on what she said. Dealing with a brand new loss. Was that what it was for you and Bucky now? A loss? Would this be a new thing in your life you have to recover from? Without him?

Tony was thankfully the one who was able to walk the therapist out. Giving her a small warning about confidentiality before closing the door. It was only until he stood by the doorway of the room that you picked your head up. Meeting his sad gaze.

“Is my life always gonna be full of losses?” You asked softly.

The words made Tony visibly cringe. He quickly shook it off, moving to sit on the chair the therapist was so that he could look over at you better. “It doesn’t have to be.”

“But how? E-even if we both wanted to make up with him..with everyone. They’re all gone.” You whimpered, feeling the familiar ache in your chest. “All my friends..Bucky..they’re gone. And I have to just accept that I’ve lost them?”

Tony reached out to wipe at your face. Pushing away the tears you didn’t even realize were coming down. “I’m sorry, I wish..I wish I knew what to say.”

“Say that we can look for them..that we’ll find them and help fix this mess we all made!”

“We? When did it turn into all of us when Steve decided to- Look, I’m done going in circles, Sprout.” Tony said, rubbing his temples. “Even if I wanted to, which I don’t know right now, Rogers and the rest of them made up their minds. I would have fought for your other friends but..they ran off. There’s not much I can do after that.”

You’re about to open your mouth when the sound of FRIDAY’s voice cuts in.

“Boss, Ms. Potts is waiting for the two of you at the main entrance. She says to remind you of your dinner plans.”

With that reminder, the two of you quiet up. Grabbing your coats as you head out of the main office. “I’m sorry I can’t understand how you feel, kid. Believe me. I want to.” Tony said once you two were in the elevator. “Give me time..I just..I need time.”

Nodding your head, you reached out and pulled your brother in your arms for a tight hug.

“I think time is all we have now..” you sighed, pulling away from him. The doors opened up revealing the main floor. Pepper greets the two of you happily and you pull on a brave face. Trying to keep your thoughts from going crazy. All while missing a pair of worried eyes watching you.

APRIL (2018)

“Oh my God, did you see the recent CapWatch on twitter?”

“No! I was busy all morning. What’s the update?”

You keep your face down, staring down on the floor while you wait for the light to change. The two teens before you don’t seem to be aware of the volume of their voices.

“Well, just last week there were rumors of him in a pub somewhere in France. But the man looked too grizzly, and apparently only spoke French.”

“That’s crazy! I mean, what if it’s him and they totally missed out on checking.”

The light finally changed and to your dismay, the two girls kept going in the same direction towards your apartment. Making you frown a bit. You attempted to go around them, but with the sidewalk so crowded in the early afternoon, you can’t find a way to squeeze in.

“Even if someone did find him, what exactly are they gonna do?”

“Totally, it’s not like anyone would want to be the one to turn in Captain America.”

The two girls turned down the street, leaving you to your thoughts as you made your way home. Pulling out your phone, you can’t help but open up your internet, typing in the current search you just learned about.

It’s been months and you’ve convinced yourself over and over again that you don’t need to search for them. For Bucky, Steve, all your friends. Because if you gave into that urge even for a second you knew it’d only end in pain.

This was life now. You’d go out, act like a regular citizen, and go home.There was the irregular nights where you’d join your family for dinner. Or meet up secretly with Peter and see what it’s like to patrol the streets of New York (from a safe distance of course). But other than that, you would spend nights numbing the pain with wine, movies, and new security software that Tony requested you make for the compound. Never mind the fact that you could hardly step into the compound without feeling emotional.

This was life now, and you weren’t sure you were mentally ready to accept that.

Turning down the block of your street, you sighed as you walked up the familiar steps to your town house. The sound of your phone ringing kept going off in your pocket, making you grumble as you pushed in the number code for your door lock.

It was most likely Tony again. Wanting to call to check in or talk about the wedding or some weird dream he had recently. But with your head all out of wack, you choose to ignore it as you push inside your home. You had just closed the door behind you when a bright orange light shined into the room.

A small electrifying circle formed right in front of you before it opened up, revealing what looked like a giant portal in the middle of your foyer.

“What the hell!?” you gasped, frozen in place.

A tall man with a perfectly trimmed beard stepped through the portal, holding his hands up as he gave you a tight lipped smile. “Ms.Stark.” he started, looking around your home briefly. “I’m here to- '' you don’t give him the chance to finish his sentence before you activate the band on your wrist, dragging the nanobots over your hand to create the gauntlet you always kept on you.

“Whoa!” he called out. The tip of his finger sparked up and you noticed a magical glow came to them. “I’m not here to hurt you!”

“Chill out, Sprout.” called out a familiar voice. From the other side of the portal, Tony stuck his head out for you to see. “Merlin is with me.”

You lower your weapon, pressing the wrist of the glove to retract the nanobots back into the regular wrist band. “What the hell is this?” you sighed, relieved that the danger was gone. “Who’s this guy?”

“My name is Stephen Strange.”

You can’t help but chuckle at the name for a second. The man only looked exasperated at your reaction. A clear sign of annoyance on his face.

“Wait, you’re serious? That’s your name?”

“We don’t have time for this.” He waved his hand over, sliding the portal past you until you were suddenly in a whole other room. It reminded you of a museum you had used to visit back in your childhood. Smelled like it too.

“Where are we?”

“You are at Sanctum Sanctorum, Miss Stark.” said an older voice. A man with a shaved head and stout body slowly stepped forward, bowing his head a bit in a quick greeting. “I’m afraid we have some grave news for you and your brother.”

Tony stepped close to you, pulling you close to his side.

“What’s happened?” you asked softly.

“Thanos is coming. And we need all the help we can get to stop him.”

Bruce emerged out from behind Stephen, looking at you with a small smile. You pulled away from Tony to rush over and give him a hug. Happy to see his face after all this time. But the happiness is short lived, and you pull back enough to look at him worried.

“Who is Thanos?”

The group discusses the origin of the infinity stones, all having different powers, and origins. You can’t help but notice that there are a few that this group has come across before. But this power, this threat, felt so much beyond anything you guys were used to.

Now Thor is gone. Taken from you all without so much as a real goodbye. Everyone close to you seemed to suffer the same fate of leaving and you feel desperate to hold onto those you have left.

How were you just previous fighting each other and now have the possibility of fighting a super titan from across the universe?

“Tell me his name again.”

“Thanos.” Bruce repeated, stepping towards where you stood and Tony paced. “He’s a plague, Tony. He invades planets. He takes what he wants. He wipes out half the population. He sent Loki.” Tony became frozen. Hearing the name of an old enemy again. “The attack on New York, that’s him.”

“..This is it.” he whispered. You can’t help but frown in confusion. “What’s our timeline?” he asked shortly after.

“No telling. He has the Power and Space Stones. That already makes him the strongest creature in the whole universe. If he gets his hands on all six stones, Tony..”

“He could destroy life on a scale hitherto undreamt of.” Stephen included.

Tony reached out for a vase before him, using it to stretch out his hamstring while he responded to Stephen. In his sardonic fashion of course. “Did you seriously just say hitherto undreamt of?”

“Are you seriously leaning on the Cauldron of the Cosmos?”

Now you can’t help but step forward, confused by the vases’ grand title. The cap draped around Stephen’s shoulders lifted up and slapped Tony. Causing him to stumble forward a bit while you took in the fact that this man’s cape just moved on its own accord.

Tony looked a bit shocked, looking over at the man before he calmly became reserved again. “I’m going to allow that.” He said, before a thought came to mind. “If Thanos needs all six, why don’t we just stick this one down a garbage disposal?”

“No can do.”

“We swore an oath to protect the Time Stone with our lives.” said the other male whom you found out was simply named Wong.

“And I swore off dairy.” Tony volleyed. “But then Ben & Jerry’s named a flavor after me. So.”

“Stark Raving Hazelnuts.” Stephen mumbled, sounding even more irritated.

“Not bad.” Tony shrugged.

“A bit chalky.”

Wong shook his head quickly. “A Hunk of Hulk of Burning Fudge is our favorite.”

Bruce gaped over at that, already becoming more fidgety about the situation. “That’s a thing?”

“Whatever,” Tony said, bringing the focus back to him. “Point is, things change.”

“Our oath to protect the Time Stone cannot change.” Stephen said simply. “And this stone may be the best chance we have against Thanos.”

“Yeah, so conversely, it may also be his best chance against us.”

You can’t help but snort, feeling the emotions suddenly hit you. The two men snapped their gazes in your direction. “So, you’re here with us.” Stephen said sarcastically. “Care to enlighten us with your views? I’m sure the other Stark, has one.”

You’re trying to hold back the real anger coming in. The one that hit you when Bruce revealed Thor's death. It was another loss in your life. You just couldn’t believe that someone as powerful as Thor was gone because of this Thanos.

Crossing your arms, you move past Bruce to stand by Tony. He catches your eyes, giving you a knowing look before you face Stephen. “Well, for starters, Raspberry Thorbet is the superior flavor.” you shrugged. “And I think Tony is right.”

The taller man scoffed a bit, raising a brow at you. “Seriously?”

“What good is a sworn oath when he’s powerful enough to just take it?” You glanced over to the other wizard (sorcerer?). “If he has two stones powerful enough to wipe out half of the Asgardians. Some of the most valiant and powerful people. Then why the hell are we wasting our time giving him the chance to get another stone?!” Your chest is rising and you have to pinch at your arm secretly to keep from bursting like you want to. “Take out the damn probability before I have to lose another damn friend in this!”

“That’s only if we don’t do our jobs.” Stephen countered, now irritated by you.

“What is your job exactly?” Tony asked. “I mean, besides making balloon animals.”

“Protecting your reality, douchebag.”

You can help but roll your eyes at the two. They’re oddly similar and two egos in one room is already far too much. Bruce, seeming to feel the same, stepped forward.

“Okay, guys. Could we table this discussion right now?” The two put off the stare down to turn to Bruce. “The fact is we have this stone. We know where it is. Vision is out there somewhere with the Mind Stone and we have to find him now.”

Tony glanced over at you with a winced look. All you could do is merely turn away from Bruce, trying to cover up the discomfort. This was going to be a lot to unpack for him in such a short amount of time.

“Yeah, that’s the thing.” Tony started.

“What do you mean?”

“Two weeks ago, Vision turned off his transponder. He’s offline.” he shrugged, arms crossed over his chest. You remembered back to how upset Tony got. Unsure why Vision would cut all ties immediately and while you helped try and find him, you knew it wasn’t going to work. Not when Vision knew both your techniques well enough.

Vision didn’t want to be found. He did not want to come back home. And if that didn’t add salt to wounds..

“What?!” Bruce asked, brows furrowed in the confusion. “Tony, you lost another super-bot?”

“I didn’t lose him. He’s more than that. He’s evolving.”

“Some parents would call it a rebellious phase.” you added, getting a small glare from Tony. Bruce ignored your words, following after your brother.

“Who could find Vision then?” asked Stephen as he attempted to bring back the situation into focus. But he was completely unaware of how much of a loaded question that was. There was a possibility that Vision had gone off to find Wanda. Something about their bond during their stay in the compound. But the only one who would have an idea of her whereabouts was the man that helped free her from the raft.

“Shit.” Tony cursed under his breath. “..Probably Steve Rogers.”

“Oh great.”

“Maybe. But..” Tony dragged out, sighing a little bit in defeat.

“Call him.” Bruce suggested.

“It’s not that easy.” Bruce only stared over at Tony even more confused. “God, we haven’t caught up in a spell, have we?” he said, almost too casually.

“No.”

“The Avengers broke up,” he said simply. “We’re toast.”

“Broke up? Like a band? Like..like the Beatles?”

You cover your tired face, not having the mental capacity to deal with another detouring conversation.

“Cap and I fell out hard. We’re not on speaking terms.” he said, shaking his head.

Bruce turned to face your direction, holding his hands out confused. “Boyfriend? Or?”

Shaking your head, you crossed your arms over your chest. “Broke up with him a little after you and the green guy went AWOL.”

Bruce’s whole face fell, looking around the room incredulously before he returned back to the two of you. “Tony, listen to me.” he said, stepping closer. “Thor’s gone. Thanos is coming. It doesn’t matter who you’re talking to or not.”

That seemed like enough to convince Tony. Making him let out a sigh before he reached into his pants pocket. You followed after him, watching as he pulled out the flip phone he showed you just shy over a year ago.

“You carry that around with you in your pocket?” you whispered, slightly amused.

Tony closed his eyes, letting out a long exaggerated sigh. “I swear to God-”

Waving your hand, you step away and allow Tony to make the phone call. He’s about to press down on the keypad when a rumbling sound filled up the noise in the room. Tony turned around to face the rest of you.

“Say, Doc, you wouldn’t happen to be moving your hair, would ya?”

“Not at the moment, no.”

You follow his gaze to Strange’s head, noting that it was indeed moving on its own. In fact, the hair framing around your face began to move as well. Looking up, you stare up at the gaping hole in the roof of the building.

“Someone’s here.” you whispered, ready for the worst.

Stepping out on the outside proved you right. All around were strong winds and citizens of the city running away from one direction. Pushing on the button of your earring, you turn on the connection to FRIDAY.

“FRIDAY, connect me to Tony.” you yelled, helping pick up some of the people tripping over the debris. Already he was stalking off ahead of the group, trying to find the source of the commotion.

One turn around the corner has you coming face to face with the source of the noise. A large wheel-like shit was currently descending down to Earth. Causing the air to turn foggy and thick with its exhaust. You catch up with Tony, looking up at the beast of the machine.

“FRIDAY, evac anyone south of 43rd Street.” Tony ordered. “Notify first responders.”

“Will do.”

A burst of orange glow waved past the two of you, going forward towards the ship in the sky. At first it didn’t seem like it did anything, but when the wind died down, you figured that Strange must have done something to stop it from dropping down further.

You took a glance at Tony and shared a look of strange amusement before turning back to the main problem.

The ship aimed a bright light down on the ground, beaming down two individuals. After all these years of fighting against Gods, Hydra, and murder robots. You shouldn’t be so surprised to figure out that Aliens would join the list of enemies now.

The small group slowly walked over towards the two. You can’t help but take notice of their appearance. They were drastically in contrast to each other. But you focused your gaze on the smaller one who appeared to be the calmer of the two.

“Hear me and rejoice.” started the thin one. “You are about to die at the hands of the Children of Thanos.” The giant beside him barked out in agreement, adjusting the weapon in his hands. “Be thankful that your meaningless lives are now contributing–”

“I’M SORRY! EARTH IS CLOSED TODAY.” Tony yelled, thankfully interrupting the annoying creature’s speech. “You better pack it up and get outta here.”

The gray creature moved his gaze over to Strange, ignoring Tony’s comments. “Stonekeeper,” he called out, getting Stephen’s attention. “Does this chattering animal speak for you?”

“Certainly not. I speak for myself.” he answered, stepping up to the plate. He clapped his arms together, balling up his fists as the orange magic wrapped around his hands again. “You’re trespassing in this city and on this planet.” Wong behind you pumped his arms in the same way, ready for the fight.

“He means get lost, Squidward.”

“God,” you gasped under your breath. “That’s perfect.” you said to Tony. Glancing at your brother with an approving nod. He only gave a small smirk before he looked back to the two aliens.

“He exhausts me. Bring me the stone.”

The giant gave one hammer to the ground in response. Tapping at the bands on your hands, you pull the gauntlet over your hand, powering up as you readied yourself for the creature’s attack.

“Banner, you want a piece?”

“Mmm no, not really. But when do I ever get what I want?”

“That’s right.”

“Okay, push!” Bruce grunted.

“It’s been a while. It’s gonna be good to have you, buddy.” said Tony, unaware of the complete failure of a transformation happening behind him.

“Okay shh.” Bruce grunted, vein protruding from his neck as the green attempted to creep up on his skin. “Let me just..I need to concentrate here for a second.” The lack of action caused Tony to slowly turn around, eyeing his friend curiously. “Come on, man, come on.”

“Where’s your guy?”

“I don’t think he’s coming, Tony.” you muttered, raising your hands up as the fidgety creature began to step towards your direction.

Bruce tried grunting back into Hulk mode again before he sighed. “I don’t know. We’ve sorta been having a thing.”

“It’s performance issues!” you hissed, trying to hopefully piss Bruce off that the Hulk will come through.

“Please don’t word it like that.” sighed your friend.

“It’s no time for a thing.”

“I know.”

“That’s the thing right there. Let’s go.” Tony urged.

No matter how hard Bruce cried and worked, there was no way for him to change into what you needed. Strange peered over from Tony’s other side. Looking at him with an astonished glare before Tony leaned forward.

“Dude, you’re embarrassing me in front of the wizards.”

“Don’t make him feel bad, Tony! He’s trying his best.”

“He’s barely even breaking chartreuse!”

Bruce let out another grunt before turning to your brother. “Tony I’m sorry. Either I can’t or he won’t.”

“It’s okay.” Tony assured him, placing his hands on Bruce’s shoulders. “Hey, stand down. You two keep an eye on him.” He caught your gaze before turning to Wong. Pushing Bruce closer to him. “Thank you.”

You moved to stand in front of Bruce alongside Wong. “We have him.” Wong nodded.

The large creature began to run now, gaining closer distance to the group. A small panic began to build up inside you, making you wish for more help. Tony pulled the straps to his chest, cinching up the trap suit as he activated the nanobots on his chest.

The beast instantly set out on the attack, running even faster now as Tony pulled out the shield from his suit. Blocking the hit before he throws a solid punch to the creature’s jaw. It staggered him back enough that gave Tony a chance to activate his cluster canon that he recently added to the Mark L suit.

Its power sends the beast flying all the way back to its partner.

“Where did that come from?” Bruce exclaimed, shocked to see such power from one of Tony’s suits.

“It’s nanotech. You like it? A little something I-”

The ground from beneath Tony shot up, sending your brother up in the air. “Tony!?” you yelled into your ear piece. “Are you okay?”

“Shit, didn’t see that coming, kid. I’m okay.”

The gray squid-man tore trees from the street way, shooting them over at the group. Wong instantly threw out his magic, putting up a solid glowing wall to stop them from reaching to where you guys stood.

“Doctor Banner, if the rest of your green friend won’t be joining us..” He held his hands up, opening a portal behind Bruce before allowing the man to fall down the circle. He nods at you. “Better help keep watch of him.” he pointed out.

Nodding your head, you jump through, landing hard on the half car that got torn off with Bruce when he fell in. The wind got pushed out of you a bit, but you were able to balance yourself before hopping off the car.

“Are you okay?” you asked, helping Bruce off from the ground. He let out a small groan a bit before taking your hand. You wait until he’s settled before taking a look at where you guys were. “We’re at Washington Square park.” you observed, reaching for your phone.

Tapping at the screen, you activate the locator to Tony. Trying to figure out if he was able to return back to the fight. But barely links up for a second before Tony is sent flying into the park. Crashing into the root of a tree.

The two of you quickly rushed over to his side.

“Tony, you okay?” Bruce gasped. “How we doing? Good? Bad?”

You rolled your eyes, wanting to point out it can’t be that great if he’s in the ground right now but you bite your tongue.

“Really, really good.” He said, on the same page as you it would seem. “Do you plan on helping out?”

“I’m trying. He won’t come out!”

“Boss, you better move out the way.” said FRIDAY into your ear.

“Hammer.” Tony said, pushing the two of you out of the way in time from the giant creature’s attack. The push sends the two of you over the ground, making you huff a bit as you hit your back against the ground.

Leaving Bruce to fight against a large tree branch, you climb back over the half of the car, aiming your repulsors over at the beast trying to attack Tony. “Shit, these two keep moving around too fast.” you hissed.

You only get one blast out at the creature before he’s sending Tony flying back in your direction. Hopping off, you rush over to try and shoot closer at the oncoming beast when a red blur lands before him.

“Hey, man! What’s up, Mr. Stark?”

Peter, or rather right now, Spider-Man, had come in the nick of time.

“Spider-Man!” you yelled, reaching out to help Tony up from the floor dragging him back a bit.

“Oh, hey, Scout!”

“Kid, where’d you come from?”

“A field trip to MoMa!” yelled Peter as he was thrown across the park. Tony and you aim both your hands over to the boost, hitting him with a sonic blast before you dashed out of the way. With how fast this guy got back up, you couldn’t take your chances to shoot from the same spot.

“What is this guy’s problem, guys?”

“Uh, he’s from space. He came here to steal a necklace from a wizard.”

You made a run over towards the heavier treelines, trying to get out of the path of the creature's hammer swing. “You know, on this nice day too.” you added in, aiming another sonic blast. It barely scorched the side of its large leg, giving Tony the chance to attack with another laser shot. But it simply reached for the half broken taxi cab and threw it in Tony’s direction.

Peter was quick to grab it before it shot off too far and threw it back to hit against the beast. Sending it hard to the ground.

It scrambled up quickly, letting out a primal growl before he started to charge for Tony again. He’s about to swing down when you switch to the sonic boom, causing the creature to cry out at the pain to its ears and giving Tony a second to switch back to his shield.

It prepares for another throw down when a blurred object rushes between the two of them. You barely get a second to notice that it’s not just an object but Strange himself.

“Kid, that’s the wizard. Get on it.”

“On it!” Peter yelled as he shot his web towards the light posts, shooting his body into the sky and after Strange. You switch it over to a flash attack, blinking the repulsor twice to get the creature to stagger back from his next hit.

“We gotta get this guy down!” you yelled, running to ambush from a new spot. “It’s gotta have some sort of weakness.”

“Towards the statue,” Tony pointed. “Let’s rock his world.”

You rolled your eyes at the pun, dashing to run in front of the beast and get his attention into following you. Tony flies through the trees, coming around the back just in time to spring out in a surprise attack. You used your smaller height to quickly sneak out from under the creature’s legs. Rolling through them and over the grass until you were at a good distance again.

“Uh, guys, I’m being beamed up.” Peter said, making you turn your neck towards the sky. From below you could spot the bright blue beam hitting down on the city again.

“Shit, it’s got Spider-Man!” you yelled.

“Hang on, kid!” Tony yelled, hitting blasts enough that the creature took a swing at him. It’s not until he’s being hit with rocks that Tony mistakenly stays close, giving him the chance to grab hold of his body. He sent Tony back wrapped up in a claw like device.

“Shit!” you hissed, aiming your hands back up, running just a little behind the creature as he jumped up to send a stab down to where Tony laid. In the blink of an eye an orange portal opened up just before Tony, sending the creature down in what looked like a snowy land.

Wong and Bruce both come up now, the older man holding his hands up as he holds the spell that created the portal. Joining at their side, you peered down to see the giant get back up from the floor. Growling a bit as he looked up in the sky to the rest of you.

Right as he’s about to jump back through the portal, Wong quickly closes up the seal. But not before one of the creature’s arms came through, being cut off instantly from the seal of the magic.

“Oh!” Bruce gasped, watching the limb bounce on the ground before he kicked it away from you guys.

You barely had time to register that when Tony pulled up from the ground. Tearing off the claw around him. “Wong, you’re invited to my wedding.” he said simply before shooting up in the sky.

“Tony, wait!” you called out, watching as his figure drifted further away from the city. Pulling out your phone, you connect with FRIDAY to ping to Tony’s location, watching as his locator was getting further away from the city.

A familiar click ticks in your ear and you close your eyes. Bracing yourself for what you know he’s going to say.

“Sprout..”

“Tell me you’ll come back. You’ll grab the kid and get the hell out of there.”

“It’s not just him, Sprout. They’ve got Strange. And if they have him then they have that stone.”

You gripped at your phone tightly, feeling your heartbeat increase with worry. “Fuck, I’m not gonna be able to help you, Tony. FRIDAY won’t make it past the atmosphere.”

“I know, kid..” it’s silent for a second before he spoke up again. “Get Rogers..tell him everything. Get everyone..anyone.”

There’s a second of silence before you speak up again. “Be careful..okay?”

“You too.”

You wait for the click before turning to follow where Wong and Bruce were walking towards. Turning on your phone, you quickly shoot out a message to Rhodey, asking him to meet you at the compound. It’s not until you’re back towards the streets of the city again that you turn to find Wong opening up another portal.

“Where you going?” Bruce asked, looking down at the dusty phone Tony had dropped.

“The Time Stone’s been taken. The Sanctum remains unguarded. What will you two do?” he asked, after stepping inside. You glanced back to Bruce, watching him hold up the flip phone.

“I’m gonna make a call.”

With a firm nod, Wong held up his hands and sealed the portal leaving the two of you alone in the abandoned street. Licking your lips, you glanced down at the phone screen. Frowning at the name of the contact as Bruce hesitantly pressed CALL.

It’s been roughly towards an hour now that you sat hidden in one of the offices. Rhodey took the lead in communicating with some higher officials while you guys waited for the arrival of Steve. The nerves of seeing him again after so long made it nearly impossible for you to relax. Not to mention with total loss of contact with Tony, things were just running worse.

“Hey, kid. If this is too much..no one would blame you for joining Pepper back home.”

You paused your pacing to look over at the doorway. Bruce had come through looking just as timid as ever. Quickly you waved him off, moving over to sit down on the desk chair. “We both know I’m not gonna do that.” you sighed, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Do you uh, need to talk about it?”

Smiling sadly, you look down at your lap as you mulled the suggestion over. “I thought you weren’t that kind of Doctor?” you asked, watching a smile tug on his face.

“No, but we can talk about it as friends.”

“Bruce,.”

“I mean, only if you want to!”

“There’s a lot that you missed out on.” you sighed, getting back up again. “Steve and I..we fought. And not just verbally. I tried..”

“You tried?”

“To shoot him..and his best friend..who I was dating at the time.”

He let out a big huff, looking wide eyed at you. “That is a lot more than just talking it out.” You nodded in reply, looking a little bit pained at the sudden information Bruce needed to have. “Are you guys gonna be okay today?”

“We’re gonna have to be.” An alert pinged on the computer and you tapped at the keys to activate the compound cameras. “What am I looking at FRI?”

“Steve Rogers has just landed on the east hangar, Boss.”

Clicking the cameras you watch as Steve stepped down from the quinjet runway, making your stomach turn a bit. “Let’s go greet our guests.” you mused, leading the two of you out of the room. The closer you got towards the labs the more you’re able to hear the remnants of Rhodey’s last conversation.

Bruce is about to step out but you know better than for someone like Secretary Ross to see him, so you stand back, urging him to wait a minute.

“If it weren’t for those Accords,” Rhodey said, sounding irritated. “Vision would’ve been right here.”

“I remember your signature on those papers, Colonel.” Ross volleyed, sounding as annoying as ever.

“Accords? What Accords?” Bruce whispered, you held a hand shutting him up. It’d have to be another thing explained later to him.

“That’s right. And I’m pretty sure I paid for that.”

Your stomach dips as you recalled the events of that year. Rhodey’s accident continued to haunt you after everything. Even if he didn’t blame you, you knew that you were still part of the picture.

“You have second thoughts?” Ross asked.

“Not anymore.”

The sounds of heavy footsteps entering through the hall came in, and you felt yourself grow fidgety as you waited to hear the familiar voices again.

“Mr. Secretary.”

It’s been so long since you’ve heard the timbre in Steve’s voice. The last time he spoke to you really was with his confession. “You got some nerve. I’ll give you that.” Ross said, sounding displeased to see a former ally.

“You could use some of that right now.”

It’s Bruce’s turn to tense up now, and you can’t blame him. With Natasha being back too, well, it would open wounds for everyone.

“The world’s on fire. And you think all is forgiven?” Ross continued.

“I’m not looking for forgiveness. And I’m way past asking permission.”

You roll your eyes a bit, smiling at the very typical Steve Rogers reply.

“Earth just lost her best defender. So we’re here to fight.” Your chest tightened at the small reminder of Tony’s whereabouts. No one is able to locate or reach him and you know the worry is only going to get worse from here on out. But you’d hold out hope for as long as you could.

“If you wanna stand in our way, we’ll fight you too.” Steve warned.

“Arrest them.” Ross said simply.

“All over it.” Rhodey replied, sounding completely facetious. There’s a moment of silence before he spoke up again. “That’s a court-martial…It’s great to see you, Cap.”

“You too, Rhodey.”

“Wow, you guys..really look like crap. Must’ve been a rough couple years.”

“Yeah, well, the hotels weren’t exactly five star.” said the voice you missed most of all. It has you pulling away from the wall and turning the corner.

“Didn’t you know? I put reservations under Ms. Stark’s Assistant.” you said softly, watching as the eyes of the room turned to look at you. A smile tugged quickly over Sam’s lips as he gave you a small nod.

“How many times do I have to remind you, Scout? I’m not your assistant.” he chuckled back, making your chest feel lighter.

“Just one more time.”

You note that Vision is leaning on his side, with a slightly battered Wanda holding his other. It’s not until you finally give your attention to the two blondes in the center of the room that you feel nervous again.

“Uh, I think you look great.” said Bruce, joining at your side. The group is shocked again to see their old friend appear. You gauge Natasha’s reaction, seeing just how much her eyes sparkled to see Bruce.

“Yeah, I’m back.” Bruce declared softly, trying to ease up some of the awkwardness that might have lingered since he followed you down into the lab. The two of you stay a few feet apart from the others.

“Hi Bruce.” Nat’s voice is calm and even.

“Nat..”

No one really knows how to progress forward from their greeting. Well, almost no one.

“This is awkward.”

A/N: OK!!! It was definitely time to bring this back. I know there’s only like three people who might like this or even read this. And I hope they enjoy it. I still wanna finish out this story regardless of the little traction it gets. So please enjoy the mini chapters of Infinity War~

Tagging: @justanothermagicalsara - my loyal follower/reader 💖

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x female #marvel fanfic #marvel fanfiction #iv #up next is either chapter 2 for st or steve pov s1

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sea-owl · 2 years ago

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I'm on an omegaverse kick right now so when I saw one for @bitetonysassfest I had to do it. I'm still relativley new to writing NSFW so that part probably isn't the best but thankfully it's only a small part.

NSFW(ish) 1/23:

Trope: omegaverse

Kink: Dirty talk (I'm still debating if this one actually fits in)

Dialouge: "That's a whole-ass meal."

To be fair, Bucky hasn't seen Tony in those tight-fitting slacks he likes to wear during important business negotiations until today. Their omega claims he has better luck when wearing them. (Steve thinks what really happens is those perverted businessmen and women get distracted by Tony's ass and Pepper likes when those distractions lead to better deals for Stark Industries.) Steve also knows the other alpha is only one who understands Steve's appreciation for Tony's delicious booty.

So when Bucky got his first look of said ass in those slacks you really couldn't blame Steve for his reaction. I mean honestly why was Bucky even drinking water when their omega looked like a snack.

"Steve that ass is no snack," Bucky said in the loudest whisper Steve has ever heard in his life. "It's a whole-ass meal!"

Steve smiled that perverted smile only his mates got to see. "I say we go feast then."

"Okay," Tony muttered to himself. His AI glasses on, going over important notes before the meeting. "If we can get the board to agree then that would open the gates for Stark In- what the fuck!"

Tony looked down to see his two mates on either side of him, both of them had one cheek in their mouths. Whatever was not in their mouths their hands held.

"You heathens!" Tony exclaimed. Grabbing the first thing he could reach, Steve's mission reports, he began to wack them both. "I have a meeting!"

"Oh, come on Doll, you can be a few minutes late," Bucky said, breaking out the Brooklyn accent.

Steve nodded, his eyes never going up above Tony's belt. "Yeah, why don't we have breakfast first. You'll need it to keep up your strength."

Tony felt slick start to leak and damn super soliders and their damn Brooklyn accents they know Tony is weak for! Pepper will kill all three of them if he's late again. Wacking them wasn't doing anything as they both still reached for him, so he'll have to distract them. Fine then let's see how they like it. Snatching both of their wrists, Steve's left and Bucky's right, Tony shoved their fingers in as far as they would go and bit.

"Ow!"

"Tony!"

They pulled but Tony bit harder, making sure he's gonna leave a mark even with their stupid healing factor.

Once satisfied Tony raced out the door, jacket in hand.

What did you two do to him?! He smells like pheromones!

Pepper sent that text along with a picture of Tony's ass, which now sported two wet spots from where Steve and Bucky bit.

Bucky moaned looking at the picture. "Stevie it's not fair! How come those old lechers get to ogle our omega while we get wacked with your stupidly detailed mission reports!"

Steve ignored him while he stared down at the hand Tony bit. Half a bite mark was displayed. Half of Tony's mark was on him. Steve glanced down at Bucky's right hand, where the other half was. An idea half forming in his head.

"Friday can you enlarge this picture on the ceiling?" Steve asked the AI.

"Yes Captian Rodgers," the AI responded.

Bucky looked confused as Steve laid him back and then himself. "Steve not that I don't appreciate the view but what are we doing?"

"Tony bit both of us."

Bucky only raised an eyebrow. "Yeah cause he's our feral gremlin disguised as an omega."

"His mouth is imprinted on both of us from that bite," Steve continued, laying the the bite marked hand on Bucky's crotch. Taking Bucky's hand Steve laid on his own. "His mouth can take both of us."

Steve squeezed and Bucky moaned at the thought. Double filling Tony has been a fantasy for both alphas knowing Tony would be a drooling mess, but neither could ever get the courage to ask him about it.

"He start by kissing the tips."

Bucky began to picture it. Tony, the tease that he is, would give them both butterfly kisses before licking them like a popsicle.

"Slowly he'll take us in his mouth, but we won't fit all the way. Not with both of us."

Despite being a size queen even Tony wouldn't be able to fit both his mates huge dicks fully in his mouth. That's okay though, his talented hands can take over where his mouth can't.

"Bobbing his head up and down, maybe he'll graze us with his teeth."

Bucky moaned. He always did like friction a light touch of teeth gave.

"Sucking and squeezing. He doesn't notice our knots. Should we knot his sassy little mouth."

"Yes, fuck!" Bucky cursed as he felt his release. His hand was covered with Steve's cum.

Steve chuckled from his side of the bed. His own hand perfectly clean.

That's when Bucky noticed how sticky he was.

"What the fuck Steve!" Bucky cursed.

At some point Steve had taken off his pants but denied Bucky to do the same. Now it was like Bucky was a teenager again.

Steve laughed at Bucky's threats, checking his phone for the notification that just came through.

Actually, whatever you did today do it again on the 15th. We have a meeting with those stubborn fools from the Departments of Energy and Human Services that day.

For today's payment I got Tony to change into his red lace thong under his pants. He will be there soon.

"Bucky we're getting dinner and dessert when Tony gets home."

#this is bad #i'm sorry #stuckony #tony don't even got to be there to get his mates hot and bothered #meanwhile said mates makes sure he's marked in more ways than one #pepper is also a bad influence when she gets the nice business deals #lemon

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stormxpadme · 1 year ago

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Whumptober 2023 No. 16 - Gurney/Flatline/"Don't go where I can't follow"

Scogan Bingo challenge Our Song

As tempted as Logan was, cutting off Tony's damn ugly head right this instant: He was honest enough to admit, this latest fuckup was mostly his own fault. Just three months after that period had ended when he'd not known if he'd ever share a damn battlefield with his partner again at all … Shouldn’t he seriously know better than leave said careless idiot out of his sight in any fight?

Maybe it was true what they said, that for ferals, learning by pain took particularly many lessons. "Stark!" Logan had to hold back from yelling into the damn radio integrated into his mask even more unrestrained, mostly because he'd need Tony's hearing on certain radio lines sharp and intact in a second, not bleeding all into the guy's helmet. "Get your metal butt down here."

"Still wrapping things in the sky, Logan." Visibly reluctant, Tony touched down on the still sickeningly largely red-stained concrete next to him. Guy was apparently unfazed that the actually well-protected spot between a couple of car wrecks where they'd left their injured team leader earlier, was suddenly deserted. "You don't want any of these escaping towards downtown unless you're keen on even more bad press." Tony gestured toward the dozens of pitch-black unmanned drones in the air, each of them armed to the teeth. Far too many of them indeed still operable, while Logan had at least been able to take care of almost all the enemy's tanks on the ground out before they could have reached the first inner city ring.

It was yet another despicable, senseless attack by their current arch-enemies that the Orchis public relations department would no doubt be quick to blame on what was left of mutantkind either way. No helping that. Neither artillery on wheels or wings nor the news were Logan's biggest worry for the moment. His claws extending as his agitation and anger grew, he took a warning step towards Tony's bulky shape, leaving no doubt about how quickly all those shiny, brand-new red and gold layers of metal would rip open after one well-aimed slash if the guy didn’t pull his head out of his own ass immediately. "I don't give a fuck about the sky. Missing something down here by any chance?"

Tony opened the visor of his helmet to reveal an honestly confused-seeming frown, his lips under his sweat-dripping goatee tight with sudden realization. "Uh. S.H.I.E.L.D. medics got Cyclops out of here 10 minutes ago while you were two blocks from here. He was stable so I wanted him out of the line of fire. I told them to get him straight to the Tower. I thought you called them …"

"I don't call government authorities. Ended up in one of their holding cells too often for that. You better tell me you got a signal on those medics. From S.H.I.E.L.D. Who just fucked off with one of the world's most wanted." Logan focused stubbornly on the required gravity in his growl to get it through to Tony how much the guy had just fucked up, clenching his fists only harder to keep himself under control.

"Look, they had the right badges and uniforms and all. I had JARVIS check their IDs. They belong to that small still functional part of S.H.I.E.L.D. that's on our side. I'm not an idiot, Howlett. They probably saw the news and were just nearby. No need to get your panties in a knot." While Tony started to sound seriously irritated, at least he was typing away on one of his arm displays at lightning speed now, no doubt exchanging a series of orders with his in-house AI. Hopefully, he wasn’t too late about second-guessing his trust in any kind of uniform actually seeing through the lies regarding Scott's – thanks to Orchis' so very damaged – reputation and legal record.

It had been a fight against windmills from the start, trying to get such truths through to the world, with the help of just as quick as public missions like this, putting their faces all over the news in the right context, before they fucked out of there again to go back under. The catastrophe that was the aftermath of the latest Hellfire Gala wouldn’t be reversed so easily, not this time. Logan hadn’t cared a lot for this farce from the start and was only playing along for now out of an annoying obligation to Tony and Emma, as without those two, he would have lost the man he loved once more half a year ago, and without any way currently available to get him back no less. Logan was not about to go through that all over again because of someone else's stupidity. Maybe Tony should be screwing Frost more often to get a couple of distracting excess hormones from his system. "I suppose you didn’t wonder why they came and left without sirens when they're supposed to transport someone with a sliced open femoral artery through New York rush hour."

"Look, I don't think …" But that only sounded like a very weak protest at this point, those hectic attempts of establishing said contact with that supposed E.R. car on Tony's communication system looking even more agitated. The guy's tanned skin had turned significantly whiter.

"No, you don’t. Or you might have remembered we didn't exactly have good experiences with ambulances lately." Logan tapped one of his claws against Tony's chest plate to make him work faster, a cynical grin curling on his lips when the guy winced, both from the unambiguous threat and the memory of all those months of housing not only Logan but a very special kind of patient in the laboratories of his Tower. "Unless you want to start putting Scott back together again all over – after you're done renumbering your own bones, that is – you better not have lost that car, Stark, I swear to god."

"We got them," Tony assured him to visibly his own relief, letting out the breath he'd been holding. "They're halfway on their way to the Tower. Looks good to me. JARVIS, hack the security camera of that E.R. car for me. Give me a visual." Tony let out a silent curse at the feedback he was receiving from his AI via the button in his ear. "Too far for a video feed from here. I got audio though."

"They say anything?" Logan started pacing the wrecks around them with his hands firmly folded behind his back and gritted teeth, still holding back by a thread from strangling Tony. But now he was at least willing to give this albeit unlikely development of one of their former partners actually being useful again to their kind for once a shot. Thing was, they indeed weren’t done yet, keeping their enemies from raining even more destruction down on the city and thousands of civilians, just to ruin mutantkind's standing on Earth even further. Leaving lightly was out of the question.

And Logan knew very well what Scott would have had to say about him leaving the party early. Much as he hated Stark's dick right now, it had been Scott earlier, sending Logan away after stupidly running into some damn bullet, the second he'd been stable enough to risk leaving him alone for a while.

It obviously wasn’t only Stark's ability of decision-making that had greatly suffered from recent events. Maybe in truth, it wasn’t even him, Logan was being so damn pissed at right now, waves of blood-red wrath gushing over in his mind as the usually well-suppressed images from the last time that Scott had ended up in captivity filled his soul. The distant sharp taste of bile in Logan's mouth as he'd entered this one damn room in that Orchis base and at first, had seen nothing but stitches, blood, infection, and explosives in cavities where they had no place being. Flashes of months filled with doubt and fear in his head, scraps of regular screaming matches in his ears, the fragrance of more alcohol than should have been inside a recovering patient at any point in his nose … Holding his partner's hand through one goddamn procedure after another, until miraculously, somehow, Scott had not only been back to his feet but in actual fighting shape … All of that, once more, possibly for nothing if Logan didn’t pull himself together right now, to function for the man he'd long stopped shying away from admitting how much he really loved him. He'd already lost the woman who had been part of that steadily growing and intensifying relationship of theirs, and there still was no telling if and when they'd get her back. He wouldn’t fucking lose Scott all over again as well. "Stark?"

Tony held up his hand impatiently to shut him up, with narrow eyes as he kept on trying to make out any suspicious conversations, any noise that had no business being in an emergency car, over that noisy line. "They're not talking. I don't hear them working either, though." He threw another restless glance at the smoke-filled sky and the surrounding streets, grunting every now and then at a new explosion far too close to not yet evacuated buildings nearby, as the scattered shapes of his automated suits were still busy, trying to take out all of the enemy's vehicles. Logan and he would both have been needed in that stand-down, still, there was no question about that. But not while they couldn’t be sure they weren’t needed somewhere else far more urgently right now. "He's awake though, I think. Sounds like he's okay." A hint of a grin twitched on Tony's lips, his posture relaxing the slightest bit when Logan, too, closed his eyes for a treacherous moment of premature relief. "Looks like they gave him some of the good stuff. Your guy's humming."

Immediately, the hope shyly flickering in the ice-cold worry filling Logan's soul froze all over. "Humming what?"

Tony tilted his head at him in confusion over Logan's lack of enthusiasm. "Well, he's not exactly Brian Johnson but sure sounds a lot like Highway to hell to me."

"Get me the fuck in the air. And better pray we catch up with them in time."

Tony didn’t get it, still, obviously, judging by that bewildered look on his face before his visor closed again but by now the two of them had been working together long enough at least for the guy to recognize that tone of absolute, unquestionable authority in Logan's voice that always said, playtime was over. That, no matter who was actually in command at any given time, better obeyed right now if they didn’t care to catch a claw. The hated uncomfortable pressure of a sturdy metal frame pressed against Logan's back as Tony wrapped his arms around his chest from behind, not giving him a second to prepare before yanking him off the ground. Logan's stomach dropped dangerously when the guy's current favorite suit sped up to its fastest capacity within split seconds, following the direction of the coordinates that JARVIS had long fed into Tony's helmet. "Wanna tell me at least why we're gonna make headlines for abandoning the battle before it's over this time?" Slightly breathless from the rapid takeoff and the atmospheric pressure on his body, Tony's annoyed voice in the radio link was slightly subdued but still loud enough for Logan's enhanced senses to pick up on.

"That's our song," he growled out between his own labored breathing and swallowing back the remains of a too-big breakfast in his throat. God fucking damnit, how much he hated flying. "He needs me. How far?"

"Another minute. We're close enough for a visual now." The hold of Tony's sturdy metal gloves on Logan's sides tightened for a moment as a dismayed noise escaped his lips. "Goddamnit, Logan, they opened the tourniquet. He's bleeding out. And they got blades in their hands. If they see us coming …"

"Hijack the car electronics, stop the damn thing. Distract them. Then drop me right above." Logan's voice was missing the suddenly hoarse quality of Tony's shocked words, even the threatening hiss of their argument a minute ago. The sober levity that he'd not least learned from the man he loved in the course of the decades had crept back into it, that was such a stark contrast to his instincts cut loose whenever a battle demanded a white run. Whenever he had to let the animal off its chain to cut his way through a whole army of hostiles, consequences and damage be damned. When that was needed, when he was forced to leave a fight covered in guts, he had no problem giving in to those basic desires for death and revenge; it was what he was good at. It was why Scott kept on hiring him for his teams whenever Logan was available for such conflicts. Because he was the fucking best at what he did. There were these kinds of situations though when the muzzled berserker threw himself against the bars of its cage in vain, drooling venom from split, raw lips in greed. When all that energy in his cells and his soul had to be fueled instead into the cold calculation of a single, perfectly orchestrated move, of one precise shot, just like he'd been taught to aim for it by a certain team leader a long time ago. Because the collateral damage of leashing out would include something Logan was not willing to sacrifice. Never again.

He could tell by the way Stark suddenly went very silent behind him, not even one of his stupid quips on his lips, that this rare, targeted side of Logan impressed – maybe scared – the guy a lot more than the usual blood dripping from his claws, and maybe that was enough in terms of retaliation for the man's stupid error earlier for Logan's taste already. Fuck-ups happened, and if there was one thing to be said about Tony at least, it was that he was usually very thorough about correcting them. When the inconspicuous white car with the blue cross painted on its sides in question finally came into their sight, Tony had indeed managed to stop it already, and in some remote alleyway far off the battle-induced chaos downtown no less where they could approach unseen. With the thrusters of Tony's suit reduced basically to zero, it required the guy to use a lot more physical strength instead. Not exactly a cake run thanks to Logan's adamantium-steeled weight as he very well knew. But that way, they could near the car's roof silently from straight above. Farther too long torturous seconds for Logan's taste passed while his partner just a few feet away was once more in mortal danger … But it was worth it, reluctantly giving in when Tony hissed at him to wait while he inched into the position that his visual was giving him, right above one of the enemies who were none the wiser, the driver trying under filthy curses to get the car going again while those other two goons screamed at him to hurry from behind.

Those shouts quickly stopped when Logan crashed through the car's roof with all of said heavy weight, instantly killing one of the enemies with the bone-shattering impact alone. The other died from some claws in his heart and in his lungs before he could even raise the hand with that damn blade either in Logan's direction or the one of the lifeless, blood-covered figure on the gurney in front of him.

Perceiving with only half an ear focused on his surroundings that Tony had taken out the driver with a well-aimed shot from his palm cannons as well, Logan already bent over his lover with his mouth bone-dry and his heart racing, cutting the next best sheet in reach into stripes with his claws to wrap it around Scott's injured thigh again … But one single look at his partner's ashen skin color, and the deafening silence in the back of that damn car, already let him know those desperate measures might be coming too late. "Stark!"

"On it." Tony flew through that hole Logan had just made and came down next to him with a clank, grabbing a handful of instruments and scanners from his belt Logan had no idea what the fuck they even were. Pushing Logan away from Scott's unmoving body, toward the headend of that gurney, he was discussing, ordering, pleading more nervous and angry by the syllable with his AI via his radio, too low for Logan's too harsh, too irregular breathing to make out every word. "Shit, he's flatlining. My girls are already on their way. We'll have transfusions here in less than two minutes. We just gotta keep him afloat until then." Audibly gritting his teeth, Tony stuck some shiny metal stuff somewhere to Scott's chest after ripping open his uniform top, following the instructions from his electronic helper that Logan knew he could trust at least for such inevitable emergency measures. "Might wanna step away."

"Just do it. Bring him back." Kneeling on the car's ground next to Scott, as his knees had suddenly given in, it was the second time within minutes that Logan hardly recognized the sound of his own voice. His hands were clenching down on his own thighs so harshly they almost broke the brown and black latex of his uniform as that certain terrible, frightening twitch jolted through Scott's body, leaving it rearing up against those straps around his chest and hips that Logan hadn’t even bothered to open yet. In vain, he listened for something, anything, the smallest thud in his ears, a single pained gasp, no matter how weak … His hands were shaking more than he cared to admit when he closed them around Scott's too-pale face, resting his forehead against his lover's, this time trying to no avail to get rid of those horrible memories of the last time he'd cowered over Scott like this, entirely convinced he'd have to carry it out of that damn house to the nearest coffin. "Come on, Slim. Get yourself together. We had that discussion. No going where I can't follow, remember?"

"Nothing. Gonna try again. Get back, Logan … Wait." Stark let out a deep hiss, lowering his hand with the remote for that mini defibrillator again, not a second after Logan had let out a suspicious noise almost close to a sob himself.

Already, Logan's lips were softly pressed to those beautiful full ones so close, over which a faint but definitely perceptible warm breeze had just come. Almost at the same moment, they had a rhythm again, and unbelievably, miraculously, Logan could feel the faintest twitch at where he'd instinctively reached for Scott's hand.

"Ouch."

"Anyone ever tell you, you got a terrible singing voice, Summers?" Tony straightened up from his hunched position with a chuckle and briefly squeezed Logan's shoulder, a gesture of support, friendship, and apology that Logan was only too ready to accept. "I'll get those transfusions and one of the medics."

Logan just barely nodded, with Tony flying off already, not taking his eyes off Scott's blood-smeared VISOR for even a second. Reaching for some cloth nearby, he carefully wiped it clean so he could be sure his lover would be actually looking straight at him when he whispered those certain small words to him that for a moment he'd been convinced he'd never get around to tell that damn idiot ever again. Jesus, this really needed to stop. "You know I love you, bub, but don't think that's gonna save you from me whupping your damn ass for that little stunt as soon as you're patched up."

"I saw her, Logan."

That answer that didn’t want to make the slightest sense at first was so far from the usual teasing back to such a promising threat that Logan raised his head again, pulling off his mask for a moment to be able to show his partner everything he'd gone through in the last few minutes, and his puzzled frown on top. "You saw …?" Her.

Her. Just when Logan had thought he'd managed to sober up, stop that dangerous loss of control of his emotions that someone with his gift could so seldom afford, especially not in public, he felt his eyes fill with tears all over again as it dawned on him what … where Scott could only have seen anything in those last few minutes of being dead more than alive. And what it might possibly mean that even in that short window, apparently his soul had been found by someone they'd both no longer been able to sure was still anywhere around on a half-mortal plane like this to even make contact like that. It still didn’t have to mean anything, of course. In spite of all the resistance they'd been able to rouse in the last few months, they still weren’t anywhere close to turning the current catastrophe around. The loss of the missing person in that relationship of theirs might never be undone … But maybe, just maybe, they could at least allow themselves a small shimmer of hope again. "Jeannie …"

"She says thank you." The weak hold around Logan's hand tightened another little bit as Scott pulled him close for another kiss. The faint scent of salt from those tears that his VISOR was hiding mixed with the few clear drops falling on his skin from Logan's face as they let themselves fall for a brief moment more into that closeness growing every day between them. Just for another sweet second or two before the nearing roar and hum of Tony's suit revealed, proper help was on its way.

'Still up and fighting, Red.' Logan could have sworn he heard the soft, bright chuckle of a beloved voice behind his forehead when he reluctantly let go of Scott to let the professionals – real ones this time – do their job. Still up and fighting.

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spiderson-fanfics · 1 year ago

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The panic attack

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so this is a prompt I found made by @irondadmadlads and yeah

Peter doesn’t have PTSD. Sure, his hands get sweaty and his breathing picks up whenever he’s in a tight space, but that’s only because he’s claustrophobic! He was never claustrophobic before Toomes. Maybe his dreams consist of space and ashes and fading away into nothingness, but nightmares don’t always have meaning! He never had this reoccurring nightmare until he died on Titan. Peter doesn’t have PTSD.

But Tony notices how Peter is always on edge. Always anxious. F.R.I.D.A.Y. hears the boy cry at night, not being able to sleep after a bad dream. Bruce sees the boy run out of the room when a trigger is mentioned.

Peter may think he doesn’t have PTSD, but his family does. And they’re worried about him.

(this is what the post said thank you to @irondadmadlads for the idea!) multiple occasions so this will have many chapters!

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Peter was leaning on a door frame at the tower watching the news with the avengers. Soon the news brought up a shooting where a man was shot and killed with a bullet wound to the chest (much like uncle bens death) and Peter ran out of the room. No one noticed except for one avenger, Bruce. Bruce watched the kid slip out of the room at the mention of the shooting confused but he thought the kid was going on patrol.

“F. R. I. D. A. Y?” Peter asked once in his room

“Yes Peter?” The Ai asked

“activate senses protocol. And please don’t tell Mr. Stark.” He told the ai

“activating senses protocol, are you sure you don’t want Mr. Stark?” The ai questioned

“Y-yes.” Was all Peter could get out before hyperventilating

after the panic attack went away Peter went on patrol to clear his head.

“Hay Karen? Do you mind texting Mr. Stark that I’m on patrol?” Peter asked the ai

“of course Peter.” Karen said

while patrolling Pete was injured he told Karen to hide it from Tony but Tony was already alerted and was on his was.

“I’m sorry Peter but Mr. Stark is already on the way.” Karen said

“damn it.” Peter said attempting to stop the bleeding “k-Karen how l-long till M-Mr. Stark gets here?” He asked quietly accepting defeat

“30 seconds hang in there kid.” Tony’s voice rang out through peters suit

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when Tony said he was 30 seconds out it was really 3 seconds and he caught peter before he hit the ground. He inspected the stab wound and told F. R. I. D. A. Y to tell Bruce to be ready in the med bay for a unconscious teen with a stab wound to his abdomen.

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when peter woke up he was dazed when he realized were he was he mentally cursed at himself for being so clumsy and letting himself get stabbed but then remember why he had done it in the first place. Tony walked in and saw peter trying to get up and Tony of course pushed him back down gently.

“relax kid.” Tony said

“M’sorry Mr.stark.” Peter said as he winced at the pain in his lower right abdomen

“you don’t have to say sorry kid but I do wanna know what happened for you too have a stab wound.” Tony said quietly

“I was saving someone and I was outa web fluid.” Peter said worried about being scolded

“I’m just glad it wasn’t a gun bud.”

Peters hand started to shake a little and he looked away from Tony. Tony of course knew the signs of a panic attack and grabbed the kids hand.

“deep breaths under Roos.” Tony said Bruce nodded telling Tony it was okay to take peter off the medical bed. Tony pulled peter to his chest letting the kid match his breathing with Tony’s heart beat. Soon peter was asleep and Tony told F. R. I. D. A. Y to make a panic protocol for Peter.

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that’s all for this chapter it’s literally almost 3 am when I’m posting this so yeah have a good day/ night/ whenever you’re reading this

yours truly

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ronearoundblindly · 2 years ago

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The Stark Legacy (12)

Waking, beginning of Book 2: Mind (see previous or series)

Summary: After injecting herself with dermal Extremis, Samantha Stark returns to the compound on a mission no one knows about.

Warnings for slightly judgmental Bruce, mention of needles, but I think that's it. Rated Teen/Mature so 15+ only, please.

Book 2: Mind

CHAPTER TWELVE—July 2038

The bus to New York was overly air-conditioned to counteract a hot summer outside. Sam pulled down the baseball cap she’d pilfered from Cooper and Annie’s room and pulled her long sleeves over her hands. Everything was pins and needles even when she sat still. She shouldn’t have dropped the nerve dampener.

She’d woken up on the floor of her lab five days ago. While unconscious, she had vomited, but since she hadn’t eaten her penne, it was only bile. When she sat up, Sam found all her hair had fallen out into a pile underneath her head, but it was all her hair, her whole body, eyelashes and eyebrows too. The monitoring cuff was still attached to her hand, but she had ripped the cord out of Missy’s tower at some point.

That didn’t matter, however, because while Sam was out cold on the floor, Missy had found the compatible neural regeneration virus among the samples. She’d have to test her own skin and DNA later, side effects be damned.

Sam harvested enough of the virus and prepared to travel.

Then she looked in the mirror, finally. That was quite horrifying. She’d looked like a bizarre, animated mannequin. She would have to spruce up a bit, and luckily, a girly girl with a makeup fetish lived downstairs.

Sam attempted to draw on approximately fifteen sets of eyebrows, but she always looked shocked. She gave up and let Missy map her face to show her exactly where to put them and in what shape. The worst part was not touching her skin after the makeup was on. Her skin crawled, and Sam found it difficult not to scratch her face and head. There was hope the hair loss was temporary, however, because after just four days the prickles of new growth returned. Missy made note that the follicles within the dermis must not have died but simply been temporarily overwritten in function. There was so much observation that would have to wait. Sam Wilson had already waited long enough.

The bus stopped at the outskirts of Avengers’ Compound property, and Sam descended the stairs shakily. She was glad to be rid of the staring passengers, for as much as she’d tried not to look suspicious, choosing navy sweatpants, light sneakers, and a shirt, she still stood out for being covered up on a hot day. Once off the bus, Sam pulled out her Stark smart pad.

“Missy?”

“Yes, Samantha?” her AI replied in the communication earbud.

“Be ready to execute program Blindspot.”

“Sorry, Sam, Tony isn't here,” Bruce said when he saw her walk in. He did a double take at her completely buzzed head, even though most was covered by her cap. It wouldn’t be possible to hide the hair she used to have under that hat. “What did you do?!” Before she could even walk across the room, he corrected himself. “I mean, it looks… you're really making a statement. Are you?”

“No, Bruce, the bus was cold. I just tried something new, and it turns out it's not really my thing. Now I have to buy a few more hats,” Sam joked, smiling as she looked over the gear on his work table. She didn’t dare pick anything up for fear he would see her shaking. “So what are you up to?”

As Sam scanned the mirror image of his projected screen, Bruce continued to stare at the young woman’s sheared head. “Your Dad is gonna freak out.”

She didn't skip an instant. “Hopefully he will never see it. I just need you to give me a new project, and I'll be out of your hair.” She frowned, adding, “pun unintentional but pretty good…”

Bruce began to unclench. After all the pictures Nat showed him of Sam’s different hair styles and colors over the past few years, this was the most…what should he call it? Adventurous? Angst? Wrong? Just as practically terrible as it was wonderfully hilarious?

“You couldn’t have just called?”

Sam’s voice got a little deeper. “Would you have picked up?”

Dr. Banner knew he’d been distant. He now went months at a time without so much as checking in. That’s what everyone did to her eventually. “I’m sorry. I don’t have a lot of extra time, Sam. This,” he gestured to his work, “it's complicated. I’m barely muddling through—”

Sam noticed a bit of formula that intrigued her. He was still trying to harness the energy of the infinity stones in a controlled environment, pairing them to be precise. The problem seemed to be what carrier mechanism to use.

Bruce saw how Sam studied the screen and started to tilt the monitor away from her. “That’s not…You shouldn’t have anything to do with that—”

“Ya know, if you could,” Sam interjected, looking away, fumbling with junk on the counter,, “use the mind and soul stones to recreate Vision. Aunt Wanda would love that. But he would only be a close approximation, assuming you have as much footage of his mannerisms and speech pattern. Oh, but that would be Jarvis.” Sam slipped Missy into the pile while she replaced each piece sloppily. “There is still the possibility you would generate an alternate personality, like a psychopathic robot killer, oh wait…Tony did that. Wanda may kill literally everyone if you dangled him in front of her enough.” She had to walk a fine line between irritating Bruce, but not angering him, and giving him more to think about on top of all of his current work.

“Sam, how do you know anything about,” he waved his arm into the paused screen, “this?”

She was no actress, but she had the brainpower to over-analyze most of her performance and correct herself. “That's why I'm here, Bruce, because I'm drowning in a bunch of information I already know, and I want, I need something new!” She removed her cap and rubbed the exposed stubble of hair in frustration, and demanded, “so for the love of all innovation, can you throw me a bone?” Sam saw a tiny light come on at the base of her tablet. Blindspot had started. Missy was in action. However, she hadn’t intentionally distracted the doctor with her itchy head.

Bruce blinked. Everything about Sam was a minefield for him. She was the perfect representation of what he wanted and could never have; a perfect little girl, smart as a whip, grown into a curious young woman, but she was brutally human: fragile, mortal, emotional, sensitive, cocky, and awkward. She was the more dangerous version of Tony Stark because she was genuinely likable. It made Bruce Banner all the more terrified of killing her--or rather of Hulk killing her--as he almost did once.

“Well, I could,” he started mumbling, grabbing his tablet, “give you access to some files… Sam, I don’t know.” He stopped. Years ago he could barely look at her without a cold wave of guilt pumping in place of his blood. He had been so convinced that he would never, ever hurt her, but how was Hulk supposed to know that? Sam was the closest thing he had to a daughter and felt nothing but blessed that she shared interests with him. She was a lot nicer to him than Tony, but Bruce didn't know how to work right beside her. “Can you just wait until Tony gets back and ask him?”

“Sure, I can wait another 13 years and see if he cares by then…”

“I…” Bruce removed his glasses, more stressed by the family dynamic than the galactic problem in front of him.

“Because you love me, Uncle Bruce?”

“Let me think about it—”

“I could help with…” Sam coached, but she cut in too soon. Bruce's energy changed without any physical movement, and suddenly, Sam was positive he was about to throw her out of the building. She had to get to work before Missy’s program was detected, or Hulk killed her for being annoying. “Or I could leave you with your thoughts while I get us some coffee,” she said, retreating to the exit. No stimulants, she reminded herself, especially now. “Treat you to a fizzy water with lime,” she yelled as the door shut behind her, pausing to make sure no smashing noises followed.

With any luck, Bruce had thrown himself back into research or was distracted by what he should do with Sam. He couldn’t be casually paying attention to anything else. However, there had to be footage of Sam going to get coffee and sitting down in the more private residence kitchenette for Missy to loop. There would be no one there because of the training exercises being run in the Eastern Hall and its adjacent field. Thank you organized, calendar-keeper Friday.

After Sam had remained comfortably seated, half-obscured, at the far corner of the kitchen countertop, at the edge of the security camera’s field of vision, routinely lifting her mug to her face and placing it back, she heard a small tonal signal. Missy was looping the footage. She could go to the infirmary without being seen. She rounded a corner just as the nurse left Wilson’s room. This sneaking around reminded her of plundering the medical building, and she’d studied just as hard to ensure this was successful. Nurses made rounds every half hour or so, but since Falcon’s condition had not changed in weeks, it was likely no one would be back for over an hour. Sam didn’t need that long, but it was reassuring.

This time no music playing in his room. The only sounds were his various monitors.

He looked skinnier; his cheeks sunk over the past weeks and while not visible at the moment, she was sure his arms and legs had begun to atrophy. Looking at him laying there in the hospital bed, Sam thought about the possibility that her experiment wouldn’t work. She could have done all the testing in the world, and it might still not work on Sam Wilson. Could she take that risk? She had no right to choose for him, technically alive but officially brain dead as he was. Sam Stark knew what she would choose to do, but she was not Sam Wilson.

If she was a soldier who’d seen all Falcon had, if she had a team of friends, if she had the important job of defending the world, if she had the possibility of flying and fighting again, even the possibility, would she take the risk? He had chosen, years ago, to use experimental flight equipment in combat. He had seen that equipment kill his friend Riley and still flew with EXO-7. He’d been injured in the wings before and still flown, still strapped himself back in for another mission. So his answer seemed even more obvious, but the pit in her stomach remained.

Little Sam took Big Sam’s hand once again, ignoring the pins and needles running all over her skin with the contact. Her twitching made his lax hand twitch too. She could feel the calluses on his palm. He would be mad at how ashy his knuckles had become.

“If this doesn’t work,” she whispered, “for whatever reason, or it’s not what you want…” She looked at his unmoving face with the rhythmically fogging mask. “I swear to you I will make it right, but for now, however, I need you to wake up.”

“Four minutes,” Missy’s automated signal warned in her ear.

Samantha pulled out the lipstick tube she had hollowed out to hide the vial for Wilson. Sorry, Annie, she thought, I’ll replace your Berry Kiss shade later. Sam grabbed a needle and dosed Falcon’s IV, watching for a reaction as long as possible. No immediate signs of allergy or cardiac distress. No blood pressure drops or spikes on his monitors. No rise in brain wave activity either, but she only had a few minutes to watch.

“One minute,” Missy signaled, followed by second beeps. Samantha hauled ass on her choreographed path for Missy’s visual coverage and grabbed her still-warm mug off the countertop, sitting as still as she could until the beeps stopped. She took a long, casual sip, finishing the remainder. She counted to five, looked out the window, and slowly swirled her finger around the mug’s rim. It was a move she’d planned, thinking it was a carefree gesture that would really sell how long she’d taken to drink one cup of coffee. She was very proud of her performance.

When she returned to Dr. Banner’s lab with a seltzer, he was not even there. She hadn’t seen him in the hall. She hadn’t passed anyone coming back. Sam didn’t know whether that was common during training in this facility since she hadn’t spent significant time inside it in the last decade. It was probably for the best; the fewer people to see her hair the better. You’d think there would be a better physical presence. They rely too heavily on technology. But Sam knew she couldn’t hang around to figure it all out. She could monitor Sam Wilson’s progress, if any, from Missy at her home.

She found her tablet where she’d hidden it, still face down. Sam quietly said “subset beta five ex” to unlock the phone, but nothing flashed across the screen. Instead, Missy’s calm tone promptly replied “download complete.” And they’re not even that safe with all the technology they do have. To be fair, however, both Sam and Missy were born of the Stark family and their minds; why would the Avengers need protection from them? The Avengers had no idea who they were…or what they could do.

Bucky stared down Sharon Rogers. They stood in the kitchen, unwilling to let the other do the harder task of cleaning the dishes after lunch.

“You’re our guest. If you’re going to do anything, it’s dry,” Agent 13 insisted.

“It’s your home. You do everything else, so you can let me do this one thing.” Bucky looked at Steve as if the giant blond man could help him change her mind.

“This is the most,” Steve snorted, “domestic thing I’ve ever seen, Buck. Are you even good at washing? We wouldn’t want you to rust.” Steve was confident that his seat at the table was a safe distance from his best friend’s clenched metal fist.

“Shut the hell up, jerk. I’m trying to be nice. Give me the plate, Sharon,” Bucky added forcefully.

She handed it over as if the flatware were a live weapon, backing away towards Steve. She muffled a giggle, interrupted by the phone ringing before she could sit down. Her husband enjoyed the seclusion and formality of a landline, a holdout from his youth. Sharon waved Steve to stay seated and grabbed the receiver.

“Hello,” she answered, “Bruce slow down—”

Steve instinctively tensed while Bucky dropped a cup into the sink. Sharon’s face dropped into mission concentration.

“Alright, they’re on their way. I’ll be along later.” She hung up. “Go, boys, I’ve got those. Sam’s awake.”

Bucky didn’t even dry his hands. Steve was out the door after a peck on Sharon’s cheek.

Bucky paused in the hall to yell back, “I chipped your glass,” adding a guilty “sorry” before shutting the door with his dripping hand.

“I am not going to be pushed around in a damn wheelchair,” Sam Wilson roared at the nurse. Steve stepped closer to help his friend up. “If you put me in that chair, Rogers, I will break both of your super legs. I’m on your right, mother—”

“Ok, pal,” Steve cut in, “how about I walk with you outside for a bit.”

The nurse leaned over to Bucky. “Irritability is pretty normal for a while after a head injury,” she whispered, “but maybe the fewer people the better for a little longer. See how he does.”

Bucky nodded, and the nurse waved her colleague out of the room. “Enjoy your walk, sir. We will resume your tests later.” Falcon almost snarled at the poor woman.

Bucky stood between the newly-wakened Avenger and the staff. “Are you gonna break my legs, too?”

Wilson fumed but tossed his arm over Roger’s shoulder. “Anyone asks, you tell them I’m drunk and that’s why my ASS IS HANGING OUT,” Falcon spat at Bucky as they passed him into the hall.

“Inside voices, please,” Steve asked politely, his ear close to Sam’s potty mouth.

But Wilson didn’t stop. “Your sheets are scratchy,” he continued to yell down the corridor. “Anyone ever heard of lotion?!”

Bucky didn’t get the chance to follow. Bruce trapped him in the infirmary, mumbling something about integration failure.

“Barnes,” the doctor started, eyes flicking over his glasses, “I have a favor to ask.”

“Please, don’t make me dress him, or supervise him, or do physical therapy with him. Please.”

“What? No,” Bruce removed his glasses, finally relaxing his arm chronically bent to hold his work tablet at eye level. “Are you still going to Wakanda? I have a passenger for you.”

A/N: Yay, Big Sam is back! As always, thank you for reading, and I'm hoping to have the next several chapters formatted soon for tumblr.

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Whumptober 2023: Day 25: “They’re not breathing!”

(Continuation of yesterday’s part and also the ending)

Tony

Friday, what do I have in the liquor cabinet? I deserve a drink after work today, don’t you think?” I ask my AI.

“Yes, Mr. Stark. Scanning your inventory…” She replies. “There seems to be some missing from your personal stash.”

“Missing? Who took it?” I ask.

“From the footage I’ve pulled, Aurora seems to have taken a bottle from it earlier this evening. Mr. Banner has also reported missing drugs from the lab.” She explains.

“Who took the drugs?” I wonder aloud. “You’re sure Aurora took the alcohol?”

“Yes, Mr. Stark. I am unsure of where the medicine has gone, as I do not have footage of any theft or tampering.” Friday says.

“Okay. I guess Ro decided to drink. That damn kid. She’s been different lately.” I mumble mostly to myself.

Going to Aurora’s room, I try to open the door but find it locked. “Ro, let me in. I know you took from my alcohol stash. You’re way too young for that. You know better. At least I thought you did. I’m not letting you go on some rebellious streak. No booze, no drugs, no bizarre hair colors and fishnet stockings. I’m just not doing that, alright? Open the door.”

With no answer, I groan loud enough for her to hear. “Aurora, don’t make me say your full name.”

“Aurora Anthony Stark, open the door.” I finally say. “See, now you know you’re in trouble. Open up.”

Nothing. “Look, I’m not trying to be like my dad. I'm not trying to be hard on you. Just let me in. You’ve been weird lately. I think everyone’s noticed. I’ve been busy, but…if this is a cry for attention, you can just talk to me. Open sesame.”

“Friday, are you able to tell if she snuck out?” I ask.

“She appears to still be in her bedroom. While there’s no cameras inside, I have detected her heat signature, though it seems off.” She tells me.

“Off how?” I question. “Because of Extremis?”

“No sir, I think something is wrong and I advise you to get the door open as soon as possible.” My AI actually sounds worried, which I didn’t realize was possible.

“Override the locks then. Get it open.” I instruct.

“There is something blocking the entrance.”

I groan. “Vision!”

“Yes sir?” Vision soon appears beside me, having heard me calling.

“Can you phase through the door here and see what’s wrong with Aurora? Unlock the door.” I tell him.

He quickly does what I ask, moving whatever is blocking the door from opening, unlocking it and finally allowing me to walk inside.

The sight isn’t pretty.

Aurora lies on the floor of her bedroom, empty liquor bottle beside her along with a container of pills. She’s pale, bleeding from the wrist, and twitching.

An inhuman gasp escapes me and I fall to my knees. “Ro. Ro, what…Ro…”

“BANNER!” I yell. “Banner, get in here!”

I absolutely lose it at this point. “Friday, call…call an ambulance. Get Bruce here now and get Strange! Get a whole damn hospital here right now!”

“Check her vitals!” I scream.

Friday scans her as I feel for a pulse. “She’s very weak, sir. Her heartbeat is erratic and her breathing is labored.”

Scooping her in my arms, I see Aurora’s eyes are fixed to the ceiling. “Hey. Hey, come on. Ro, this isn’t…you’re fine. You’re alright. Come on now. Come on now. Ro…Ro, please. Please.”

Bruce rushes inside soon after I call for him, eyes bulging as soon as he sees Ro convulsing in my arms. “Let me see. God Tony, what the hell happened?!”

“Does it look like I know?!” I snap. “There’s pills. There’s liquor and pills and…h-her wrist. Her…S-She…”

He nods in understanding. “She overdosed. I need to get her to the med bay immediately.”

Bruce starts to lift her in his arms and I take her, sprinting to the med bay. Once I get there and lay her on an exam bed, she has stopped moving and her eyes are now closed.

“Why isn’t she…she’s not having the seizure anymore. That’s got to be a good thing.” I convince myself out loud.

“She’s not breathing.” Bruce announces, doing chest compressions.

“This bleeding is too bad but I can’t stop compressions. Does anyone know how to do sutures?” He asks.

The commotion has gotten the attention of everyone in the compound, earning worried looks and shouts of advice. Everyone here cares so much about Ro.

“Open your eyes, Ro. Open your eyes.” I plead. “You’ve gotta listen to me, alright? Open your eyes. Please…b-baby…”

How the hell did I let this happen? It couldn’t have come out of nowhere. Were there signs I missed? There must have been.

I’m smart enough to see them, I just ignored them.

Goddamn you, Tony.

Continuing to beg at her side, I allow myself to fall apart. Even with Pepper here, who is now holding my shoulders and trying to calm me down.

Dr. Strange ends up coming in time to do the sutures for Bruce, stitching with impressive speed and precision.

Bruce ends up breaking Ro’s ribs to restart her heart. The sickening crack makes me wince. That’s going to hurt like hell when she’s awake.

After an agonizing few minutes, she comes back to us. Neither of them say it, but I know that both Bruce and Steven don’t see this ending well.

And Strange can tell the future, can’t he? If he looks troubled, then…

Her stomach gets pumped at the hospital and I take this time to speak with him. “Strange.”

“Yeah.” He turns to me.

“You use that thing to see the future, right?” I ask, pointing to his necklace.

“I’m not using it for this.” He immediately counters.

I gulp, trying to keep my emotions under control. It’s far too late for that though. “You have to tell me my daughter’s gonna be alright.”

“I only see possible futures, Stark. I couldn’t guarantee anything even with the stone. Her life isn’t in my hands. It isn’t even in yours. She made this choice.”

I clench my fists. “She…she didn’t know what she was doing. Ro wouldn’t leave me like this. She must’ve…”

Trying to rationalize it in my head only makes me feel worse. I want to crumble when I recall the last thing I said to her.

“I love me too.”

I couldn’t even tell her I loved her. “Oh God, I…I…”

Strange’s normally stone face turns sympathetic. “Look…I’ve seen this before. I was a neurosurgeon. I’ve worked on victims of suicide attempts. It…doesn’t always end in saving their life. Sometimes you have to let go. No matter how much you try to save someone.”

“I’m not letting her go.” I reply. “Ever.”

“I’m not saying you should, I’m just saying it’s a…possibility. A choice you might have to make.” He explains.

My heart pounds in my chest and I fight back tears. “She told me she loved me and I made a stupid fucking joke and that’s the last thing I ever said to her.”

Dr. Strange nods. “I’m sure she knows how much she means to you.”

I shake my head in protest. “No. No, she wouldn’t have done this if she knew. God, what am I gonna tell the kid?”

He looks at me in slight confusion. “Spider-Man.” I clarify. “Kid’s so damn in love with her…”

Dr. Strange sighs. “Suicide never does just destroy the life of one person. It ripples to everyone around the victim. Their family. Their friends. Their community.”

“Then why would she do this to me?!” I accuse a bit too harshly. “Why would Ro just leave me like this?! She could’ve talked to me! She…goddamn it, she didn’t have to do this!”

He remains calm. “You may be right, but she didn’t see things clearly. In that mindset, you never do. The brain is a complicated thing.”

I sniffle, trying not to completely lose myself, though I feel I’m past the point of no return. “Yeah, well…she’s my kid. She’s smart. I know you’ve only really talked to her in passing, but…believe me, she’s smart. And she’s empathetic. Better than me. She’d be a good doctor.”

Strange grins slightly. “Honestly, maybe not. Having that much empathy is hard when you’re treating sick people. People you might see die right in front of you. But I have a feeling she’s probably seen more than a kid ever should.”

“Yeah.” I confirm. “I’ve tried to protect her. I’ve really tried. But I couldn’t…clearly I wasn’t able to keep her safe. Not even from herself.”

He pauses. “I don’t have kids, but for what it’s worth, Stark…the way I saw you react…the way you’ve responded to this…tragedy…it shows me just how much you love her.”

I let some tears fall. “I do. More than anything.”

Strange nods. “You should tell the spider kid.”

“Yeah…uhh, thanks, Strange.” I reply.

“Stephen.” He corrects softly.

“Tony.” I offer in response.

With that, he leaves down the hall, a comfortable but heavy silence in the air. We have this mutual respect and understanding of one another, but hate the situation we’re in that brought us to it.

God, I’ve never hated anything more than this.

And now I have to break Peter Parker’s heart.

I dial his number on my phone, having it for emergencies mostly. He picks up pretty quickly, mumbling something. “Shhh, shhh, Ned! Ned, shut up, it’s Mr. Stark!”

“Hey, kid.” I say.

“H-Hey, Mr. Stark. It’s kinda late. You need me for a mission?” He asks.

I sigh. “No, nothing like that. When did you last talk to Ro?”

“A couple hours ago now I guess? Why, is she not home?” Peter speculates immediately. “I can’t imagine why she’d be gone, I mean she’s not here and-“

“Kid.” I interrupt. “Did she give you any indication that she might…do something bad? Anything unusual?”

He pauses. “N-No, I mean…she said she appreciated me and stuff but…look, is she okay?”

“No.” I reply honestly. “Peter, she’s in the hospital. She…overdosed.”

I hear the breath catch in his throat and his voice shakes. “W-What? No, no, that’s…it was an accident. Right?”

“I don’t think it was.” I reveal. “It could’ve been, but…it doesn’t look like that. It looks like an a-attempt.”

“To kill herself?” He asks, clearly on the verge of tears.

“Yeah.” I say, trying not to become more anxious than I already am. “Her stomach is being pumped and I’m…waiting for updates. I don’t know how things are yet. I knew I should tell you so…here I am. I’m sorry, kid.”

Peter whimpers. “Oh my God. Oh God, Mr. Stark…no, no, I’m sorry. I’m sorry you had to…did you find her…unconscious or…”

“She was...” I mumble. “G-Gone. They brought her back but Ro was gone. H-Her heart wasn’t…”

His cries are now clear on his end of the call. “C-Can I come to the hospital to wait with you? Could I do that?”

Honestly, I think I need him to be here. He’s spent more time with Ro than I have in a good bit and he knows her so well. “Yeah. You can come, just don’t…don’t expect anything. I don’t know what to expect myself. S-She’s gonna be fine. She has to be. But I don’t know if they’ll let you see her anytime soon.”

“I’m coming. I’m on my way. Bye, Mr. Stark.” He replies quickly.

“Bye.” I say.

He hangs up, leaving me to pace again, making my way back to the waiting room where most of the Avengers now sit.

An idea pops into my head and I ask for an empty conference room. “Team meeting. Now.”

Peter arrives in time for this meeting, sitting at the table along with Pepper, Steve, Bruce, Nat, Wanda, and Vision. Everyone else is either off planet or in their own personal homes where they have no clue what has happened.

I pace once more, unable to sit still at the table. Peter is also fidgeting in his seat. Pepper looks at me with concern. Usually she wouldn’t be a part of an Avengers meeting, but this is different.

“I need to ask if any of you know how the hell this happened.” I say. “Any warning signs I should’ve seen. Anything she said. Anything she did.”

Steve hesitates but doesn’t speak, causing me to immediately turn to him. “What is it, Cap? Spit it out. You don’t get to hide shit from me. Not anymore.”

He looks sad. “Tony, I thought she had things under control.”

I’m immediately angry, but hold it back. “Explain. Now.”

Steve closes his eyes, pained. “I heard her on the phone a couple of days ago. With a…suicide hotline.”

This is when the anger overwhelms me and it takes everything I have not to lunge at him. “And you decided to keep that to yourself for shits and giggles?”

“Tony, I promise you if I had any idea this would happen, I would’ve said something. I talked to her about it and she told me she was handling things. She promised me. I thought…I took her at her word. I’m sorry.” He apologizes.

I’m not in the mood for forgiveness. “Anyone else have something to admit?”

Nat sighs heavily. “She came to me sometime last week. Not about suicide. It’s not my place but…she spoke to me about some troubles she had. Asked me to get a blood test through the lab.”

“The one I did for routine testing?” Bruce asks her.

She nods. “Yeah.”

“What was she looking for?” Pepper questions.

Natasha bites her lip. “It’s not my place.”

“Now it is.” I argue. “Don’t. Don’t keep this from me. Look, I’m…I’m begging you.”

“I’m so sorry, Tony. But Ro…confided in me. She told me…she was assaulted. At a party. Some guy from her school got her to drink and he…he raped her.” Nat explains. “She wanted to know if she was pregnant.”

My stomach flips and I see Peter stand up, starting to pace. “I was at that party. I was with her the whole time until…”

His eyes widen and he holds his stomach. “I’m gonna be sick…oh God, it’s my fault.”

“Talk to me, Parker.” I reply.

Peter makes his way to a trash can where he vomits, tears streaming down his face. “I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry Mr. Stark. I never meant to leave her. Ned and I got caught up in a stupid party game and last time I checked she was talking to MJ and Brad.”

“Brad?” I ask, not recognizing the name.

He nods. “A guy at school. He’s into MJ so they hang out sometimes. I think Ro was trying to run interference. MJ isn’t into him.”

“Could he be the one that did it?” Pepper questions.

“I don’t know. I can ask MJ if he left her side the whole night.” Peter offers.

“Do that.” I reply.

He does, texting to ask. She replies by saying she had to leave early and Brad was flirting with Ro, but MJ didn’t think anything of it. She had no idea he was going to harm her.

“Brad. What do you know about him?” I inquire.

Peter pauses. “He’s just some jock, I guess? He’s kinda a dick. Especially if he did this, but…I don’t really know much about him. He’s got a brother, I think. I wish I knew more, but I don’t.”

I slowly nod. “I’m gonna kill him.”

“And you three? How could you hide this from me? How could you know something was so wrong and not tell me?!” I snap at Bruce, Nat, and Steve.

“I didn’t know she was suicidal. I told her to come to me if she needed to. And she came to me in confidence about something she clearly didn’t want you to know.” Nat gently argues.

Pepper frowns. “Why wouldn’t she come to me? She might as well be my daughter.”

I put a hand on Pep’s shoulder from behind as I continue to stand. “She probably thought you’d tell me. This isn’t…this isn’t your fault.”

“Listen Tony, if I had any clue she would do this, I would’ve stopped it. I would’ve told you.” Steve says.

“And I didn’t know anything about the situation. I ran the sample knowing it was Ro’s, but I didn’t know she was worried about pregnancy.” Bruce adds to defend himself.

I sigh. “Okay.”

I’m quiet after that, leading Steve to speak up. “You gonna be alright?”

“Only if Ro is.” I answer.

Nobody says anything after that, the silence then broken by the door opening and a doctor entering. “I have an update for Mr. Stark.”

Not caring that everyone is here to listen, I nod. “What is it? Is she okay?”

“You got to her just in time. If you’d been much later, Aurora would be too far gone.” The doctor explains. “She’s remarkably stable considering the circumstances. I’m unsure of when she’ll wake up, but her brain activity is looking good. You can come see her now.”

I immediately rush to Ro’s bedside, Pepper and Peter close behind. I allow the two of them to join me, knowing Ro trusts them and loves them both so much.

She’s pale and sickly, but alive. I grab her hand. “Hey, baby.”

Ro remains still and quiet, but I keep talking. “It’s Dad. I’m right here with you, okay? So is Pep and that spider boy you love so much.”

Peter gives me a watery smile. “Y-Yeah. We’re here, Ro. I’m so sorry, I…I didn’t…I would’ve been by your side if I had known you’d do this. But…”

“Everything’s going to be alright.” Pepper finishes for him. “We’re with you. Always, honey.”

“What she said.” I add. “You know Pep’s always been better with words than I am. At least when it comes to comforting you. Because otherwise, I’m a fantastic public speaker.”

Pepper and Peter chuckle. “I don’t know if it’s too soon for jokes but you’ll just have to wake up and tell me to zip it.”

We stay with her for a while, interrupted by the door opening gently, Bruce behind it. “Hey, Tony?”

I turn to him. “Hmm?”

He’s holding one of my helmets. “I stopped by the compound and Friday told me there’s a message on here.”

I blink in confusion. “A message?”

“Ro recorded something.” Bruce explains.

A lump forms in my throat. “Oh. Give it here, then.”

He does. “You could probably go to that conference room to watch it if you wanted. I’ll stay with her if the three of you want to do that. Whatever you need, Tones.”

“Okay…yeah. You call me the minute she wakes up if it happens when I’m gone, though.” I tell him.

Bruce nods. “Of course.”

Peter, Pepper, and I all step back into the conference room and I place my helmet on the table. “Friday, play the message.”

A hologram sparks to life, showing Ro looking worn down and distraught. “Hey, so…if you’re watching this I’m dead. Might as well get right to the point.”

My heart pounds as she continues to speak. “I killed myself. I did. No use in denying that. I’m just sorry anyone had to find me like that. And that I had to die like this. I know it’s not ideal, but…it’s for the best.”

“No.” I say aloud, unable to help myself.

“This message is mainly just…to give closure, I guess? I know I’m probably leaving you with a lot of questions and not a lot of answers. But here are your answers. I did this for everyone’s sake. I’ve become a burden. I know you’ll all be okay without me. Dad, you have Pepper. And your work. The work you always seemed to be too busy with to talk to me. I tried to reach out. I really did. But I don’t want you to blame yourself for this. You didn’t know. Nobody did. Except maybe Steve, but he didn’t know I was going to do this. You know him. He would’ve stopped me. I kept him off my scent so he wouldn’t do that. I made sure nobody would.”

Tears flow down her cheeks and she sighs. “This isn’t easy for me, okay? It isn’t. I’m not trying to be selfish, I’m trying to save you the grief of dealing with my shit. I’m just gonna come out and say it. I was raped by Brad Davis a few weeks ago. Peter knows when this happened but he had no clue what transpired that night. Nobody needs to blame him for a single thing. And Peter, I want you to know that too. It’s not your fault. It’s no one’s fault. I love you, Peter. If I was worthy of your affection, I would’ve loved you forever.”

Peter’s knees buckle and he holds onto a chair for support, crying as he watches Ro’s confession. “I’m sorry. I'm so sorry…”

“Pep, you were like a mother to me. Nothing you could’ve done either. I’ll always be grateful for our relationship. For your love. I mean it. Peter, lean on MJ and Ned. Move on. Be happy. You’re a good person. An amazing person. Please don’t let this change your heart. Your goodness. Dad, that goes for you too. You’re better than I ever could’ve been. I’m glad I got to tell you I loved you before I left. I didn’t say anything to Pepper because she’d probably sus me out…Dad, you’re smart, but you’ve been busy so…that’s why you didn’t seem to realize it. This is getting to be long and I don’t want you to see I stole from your alcohol stash…sorry, Dad. And Bruce, sorry about the pills. I know you’ve been in a low place before too, so…you get it. You know why. Anyways…I love you guys. All of you. Dad, Pepper, Peter, Steve, Nat, Bruce, Wanda, Vis…everyone. There’s too many of you to mention.”

She chuckles. “You’re my family. That’s always going to be true no matter how much time passes. You’ll always be in my heart and I’ll always be in yours. To end this thing I guess I’ll just say this…I love you. Keep being the amazing people I know you are. And again, don’t you dare blame yourselves. I’ll haunt you all if you do that.”

Ro pauses, grimacing. “Bad joke…like all of Dad’s. Wish me safe travels and…just live. Be okay. Don’t waste your lives. That’s all I ask. So, uhh…goodbye. Maybe I’ll see you again someday. I hope so…love you tons.”

The message ends and I let out the cry I’ve been holding in the entire time. “O-Oh God…”

The three of us cry together until there’s no tears left to cry. Ro felt so alone. So small. So hopeless that she thought this was the only answer.

And despite her pleas for us to not blame ourselves, I sure do. I think everyone does. Everyone feels they could’ve done more.

And when she wakes up, I’ll do everything and then some.

When. Not if.

And she does.

Ro wakes up at around midnight two days after her attempt, confused and disoriented. Comforting her only does so much. She seems upset that she’s alive at all.

With enough insistence, she does seem a bit more relaxed about the whole thing. I won’t leave her side and neither will Peter.

He won’t stop proclaiming his love for her.

But she’s not in the place to return that affection. And that’s okay.

We won’t leave her side. None of the Avengers will. We’re a family. We will never let her suffer again. Not if we have anything to say about it.

With lots of hugs and forehead kisses, I tell Ro how much I love her. She’s my daughter. My everything. And I came way too close to losing her.

She’ll never feel alone again. I’ll make sure of that.

As long as I’m alive, I will love her with my whole heart.

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