#don't get up my ass about being a stupid tony stan

[winteriron-trash]

I Might Be Crazy But

So I was talking to my best friend @starbucksforabreak on the phone this morning, and like all friends do, we were discussing Tony and just talking about a lot of meta concerning him. We, of course, came across the topic of Howard Stark and our hatred for him, and @starbucksforabreak said something that was absolutely mind-blowing to me and I just wanted to share it with yall.

It’s obviously no fucking secret that Howard was an asshole and a generally shitty parent to Tony. “He was cold, he was calculating. He never told me he loved me, he never even told me he liked me. [...] You’re talking about a guy whose happiest day was when he shipped me off to boarding school.” (Iron Man 2) I could cite the comics and so on, but you get the point. We all know Howard was a shitty father who fucked Tony up in endless ways.

So it’s always fucking irked me the redemption arc he got in Iron Man 2. Suddenly this man who we’d been conditioned to dislike throughout the rest of the MCU in every instance he’s been brought up is now given a 180 in his character and shown as this caring father who just didn’t know how to express his love for his son. And that’s always pissed me off. First of all, it’s just out of place and doesn’t fit Tony’s entire character arc. When Howard is brought up later in the MCU -such as in Captain America: Civil War- we revert right back to the demonizing of his character. Which is understandable considering who he is as a whole both in the MCU and in the comics, but that once scene felt so out of place. I never understood it, I always detested and ignored it, just because I didn’t get it.

But then my lovely, lovely friend pointed something out that was just strange to her from a cultural perspective, but fucking blew my mind when she brought up. And I haven’t seen it brought up anywhere else in any other Tony or Howard meta, so here we go.

Something that Star pointed out was Howard’s exact language when he was praising Tony in his little speech. Specifically, the line “[...] my greatest creation, is you.” (Iron Man 2) Notice the wording here. Creation. As in something that is made or invented, according to its’ definition. It’s a weird word to call a human being, even in that context. I get it was supposed to be all symbolic and deep, but the way Star explained it made so much more sense to me.

Simply put, Howard saw Tony as a tool. He saw Tony not as his son, but instead as something he had built, something that would further his Stark legacy. Tony Stark was not Howard’s child, he was his invention. His creation. “[...] you will change the world.” (Iron Man 2) Howard saw Tony’s purpose as only furthering and expanding on his work, rather than working on his own inventions and whatnot. Tony existed merely as yet another part of the great Howard Stark rather than his own person. So many of Howard’s traits, especially the bad, are encapsulated in Tony being stuck in the legacy Howard forced him into as not his son, but his creation.

And honestly, to me, this narrative makes so much more sense. It wouldn’t be the first time that a human being was a literal creation of Howard’s. Howard Stark was one of the key scientists in creating the super soldier serum and Captain America. Not only did Howard help with the serum, but he also designed the face of Captain America, with the suit and the iconic shield. Howard had experience with making people inventions, creations.

The whole fanfiction idea of Howard being obsessed with Steve Rogers even after his death is more deeply rooted in canon than a lot of people realize. “You two knew each other? He never mentioned that, only a thousand times. God, I hated you.” (Captain America: Civil War) Howard constantly brought up Steve to Tony, never letting Tony forget about Howard’s prize creation. Tony could never be Captain America, no matter how hard he tried. He could never be as good as the man Howard wouldn’t let him forget, always bringing up. Just a reminder, that Howard was bringing this up, constantly saying this to a kid. A young, impressionable child who just wanted to impress his father and be as good as a literal superhero.

So not only does it make sense for Howard to view Tony as a creation, but it also makes sense for that brief moment in which Tony seems shocked and even a bit happy by that revelation. Because that meant he was finally on the same pedestal as Captain America in Howard’s eyes. He was a great creation of his father, the same way he would’ve viewed Steve Rogers. So as fucked up as it was, to Tony, that would’ve been all he ever wanted. Maybe he was only a tool to Howard, but at least he was that. It makes sense that that speech would be an inspiring point to Tony, pushing him to look harder and try to be better. Even after all this time, Tony still wants to prove he’s good enough, be enough for Howard to notice him.

TLDR, this is just something that I think adds an interesting spin on that scene from Iron Man 2, and helps put it into a perspective of what was probably really going through Howard’s mind during that ‘heartfelt’ moment.

[wasp-coffee]

1, 2, 3, 4, 15, 16 for the top gun asks!

1. hard tie between Iceman and Maverick.

Mav has the feral energy of a disturbed racoon on coco puffs and i GET HIM like I understand. Also, short people represent! /hj you just want to pick him up like an angry kitten sometimes. Hes such good friends with Goose and Carole and even Wolfman and Viper, hes so genuinely likeable. Jeans... to play volleyball? (been there done that) Babygirl you are so stupid ❤️

Iceman, baby, bastard (affectionate) Tony Scott was right he is playing the main character in his life and just like any lead in a high school show he's not happy to be upstaged by a brat. He's simply an icon; fashion? check. skill? check. ability to carry THE most homoerotic scenes? check- We don't see a lot of him in comparison to Mav but when we do this bitch is a rockstar. Pretty and smart! Wish we'd've seen more of him :3

2. In Top Gun '86? No one. Everyone is iconic and there are no notes to be given.

In TGM? ... Penny (STOP THE PITCHFORKS LET ME EXPLAIN) - the screenshots are from an earlier ask

wasn't a fan that Penny got her own theme. She was a few throwaway lines in the original and I don't think she held as much emotional significance as Joseph Kosinski tried to give her. She was... fine. I've seen the movie at least 7 if not more times and I can honestly say I remember 4 things about her:

•Her dad was an Admiral

•she has a bar

•daughter

•boat?

I got that she was friends with Maverick but like... didn't pick up on the romantic beats at all - the "sex" scene slapped me in the face like a frozen fish. She could've stayed an old friend imo. An instrumental version of hold my hand is used as her interlude and her and Mav's romance theme - which plays at the end to tie the film together.

This really bugged me for a few reasons, mainly that (to me) Ice was the emotional core of the movie. Stay with me, this rant does lead somewhere:

The guardian angel motif runs throughout the movie, even in the hard deck where Mav sits under a VFA-25 poster (ICE'S SQUADRON). The same patch can be found in Mav's hangar with the VFA-25 emblem.

Ice brings Maverick back to Top Gun, saving his ass from grounding (yet again)! Without Ice, Mav wouldn't be at TG. Its Ice who we see with Mav as he looks for reassurance. ITS ICE'S DEATH THAT MOTIVATES HIM TO PROVE TO CYCLONE THAT HE CAN FLY THE MISSION PARAMETERS. It's after Ices death that (im paraphrasing) Bradley says "there's no one left that will miss you"

THEN we get all the stuff with Penny as if to say all of the above is just... good ol' buddy buddy friends nothing gay here no sir–

Penny + Mav's love theme playing over the end as they fly into the sunset seems to make the relationship between Mav and Ice secondary.

I like Jennifer Connelly, I liked the way she played Penny but the character's stressed importance made no sense to me (and it might just be me)

The repeated use of said theme made it seem like the movie was about Mav and Penny... which it wasn't. First and foremost the film was about family and connection with Rooster and Mav and Ice being integral to those themes.

ask me about my opinions on the soundtrack (sarcastically)

You can't help but smile (nearly) every moment that he's on screen. He's larger than life and a multi talented king. We stan dressing sensibly for the regular oiled up homoerotic volleyball tournament.

4. Ice/Mav they make so much sense together and by TGM its clear they care so much about each other. Ice's funeral is heartbreaking because of it - Mav's wings- (sobbing)

15. hmmm I haven't read many TG/TGM fics but I'll get back to you if I do!

16. (Headcanons)

Hollywood/Wolfman were in a relationship for all of TG - those bitches gay I tell you!

Ice, Slider, and Sundown are around the same age and are the oldest in their Top Gun class which is why they look so tired™ at Mav's shenanigans.

Maverick cant drive. He owns vintage cars, fixes them, sure but he never learned because he always had his bike.

Hence, it was most likely one of many other uncles that taught Bradley to drive.

Bradley's speech is absolutely riddled with awful 90s slang because he grew up in southern California - underutilized imo because everyone migrates to phonetically use Hangman's Texan accent.

Bradley + Mav Green Lantern and The Flash Halloween costumes from ages 8-12.

Hangman's anthem is Red Solo Cup (not that he will admit it to ANYONE) link

Maverick still got asked for ID in bars well into his 30s

If Mav had died during project darkstar, Bradley is his next of kin - and would have been presented with Mav's flag at the funeral

Slider is a dog person off vibes alone but so is Bradley. Maverick would be but if we're being honestly he can only just take care of himself

Bradley listens to much of what Mav and Goose did - stuff from the 60s and 70s that they heard while growing up

(Rant Over)

Thank you so much for the ask <3

[boop-le-snoot]

PARTY FAVOURS | CHAPTER 19

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Summary+TWs: We're talking serious feelings here, okay? Reader, you're literally emotionally illiterate. You also have PTSD, which is finally addressed - kinda. Bruce does his best. And he also knows how to kiss... But y'all know that if you read my ramblings about lucid dreaming/shifting/whatever... Chile-, anyways...

My phone kept buzzing and I ignored it until Bruce declared it was time to take a break and review the results. Whilst the man was typing up the data on a nearby StarkPad, I fought the sudden influx of messages that I received from haters and supporters alike after Tony decided on tweeting a reply that could be interpreted in an alarming variety of ways. It was a smart move, I'll admit, but a fucking bother for me nonetheless.

Disabling my DMs and dealing with a follower increase in the thousands wasn't hard; I didn't consider myself a problematic asshole and didn't need to be afraid of "exposure". The parties I went to - I doubted there was any blackmail material in there and the few nudes I'd sent over the years were always face-less. As a gen Z, I knew my internet safety.

The trolls didn't bother me either. It was more sad than annoying, people shitting on others for clout. Iron Man stans were witty, at least, if jealous. I must admit I've never considered the influx of popularity I would experience should I publicly out myself as a friend of Tony's. Girlfriend? Intern? Science child? Whatever cover story he was going to feed the press worked for me, as long as I still got the hugs, the kisses, the dick and the attention.

"Tony..." Bruce groaned, evidently done with the data processing, had to have opened his social media to see his own skyrocketing popularity.

"Yeah, our Tony is being a Tony again," I chuckled, having reset my social media settings so my phone wouldn't constantly beep, vibrate and bother me. School was going to be fun.

Bruce shook his head, fond, coming over to my side of the lab after removing his own hazmat suit. His eyes shiny with newfound knowledge and hair turned adorably fluffy in the confines of the head covering. He was smiling softly. "Food?"

"Sure."

We chewed our sandwiches in silence for a moment, each of us lost in our thoughts.

"I still can't believe Tony told everyone on Twitter you're his girlfriend, usually he keeps this stuff private or schedules a fancy press conference," Bruce's tone was thoughtful.

I raised an eyebrow. "Is that what it was? Seemed ambiguous to me..." I trailed off, confused.

"He worded it like that on purpose, I mean, you're still in high school," The scientist was confident in his words. "But I know Tony. I'm a hundred percent sure that he meant exactly that. Aren't you?"

Shock flooded me. Suddenly, I understood I completely misread the situation. "Um, no? I thought we were, y'know, just fucking. We never defined our relationship and we're definitely not exclusive." I said, chewing on my lip. "You make a valid argument, I'm a high school student and he's a grown ass man that does grown man stuff. Putting aside the fact that he could have anybody in the world so why would he choose me?" I was rambling, thinking out loud. Discussing my feelings has never my strong forte. "It would be stupid to impose monogamy on such a complex man like Tony. Downright idiotic to expect a genius to confine to social norms just because it suits others." I finished with a wave of my hand. Another bubble of thought that had festered within me for the longest time. I felt relieved, finally voicing it out loud. A weight had been lifted off my shoulders, a weight I wasn't previously consciously aware of.

Bruce was watching me intently, with an unreadable expression that held the tiniest bit of awe, admiration perhaps. The silence that followed was unnerving. I fidgeted with my hands, not really knowing where to put them or where to look.

"You know," He took off his glasses, fiddling them in his hands. "I'm not going to sugar coat it. For the longest time, I thought you were going to inadvertently hurt him when you get bored with whatever you've got going on. I respect you, don't misunderstand me, but you are young. Now, I've changed my mind. You've changed my mind," He punctuated his statement with his hand on mine, grasping it. "I think you managed to understand him in a way most people can't. Or don't want to. Understand and accept him in a way that some of us can't even after years of working and living side by side with him." Bruce's gentle fingers skimmed along the top of my palm.

"I don't always understand Tony but I do accept him," I agreed. "Because Tony is a great man."

"I think you're in love with him," Bruce said, absolutely having ignored my previous statement. Just like that, point blank, he pushed to the surface the very feelings I got so good at ignoring. There was no rest for me in this place.

My heart fluttered, picking up the pace. I kept my mouth shut, not trusting it whatsoever. My thoughts became akin to panicked hares, jumping and zigzagging aimlessly in my skull. I didn't see the point in defending myself because the scientist had pointed out the obvious.

Bruce looked at me, softly, warmly. "And don't think we haven't noticed the rise in team morale. The improvement not only in communication, but on the battlefield, too. It's easier to entrust your back to someone with whom you've shared a laugh and a drink the previous night. You're the glue that keeps us together."

Something warm and wet was on my cheeks. I stared at our clasped hands, his words echoing in my head over and over and over. The moment I realized I was crying, I willed myself to stop and failed spectacularly - only more salty fluid streamed down, some of it getting in my nose, on my lips. The sleepless nights were making me unstable.

It took a single sniffle for Bruce to pick me up and wrap up in his kind embrace. I didn't resist, tucking my face into the crook of his neck, holding onto the back of his lab coat, inhaling the smell of his skin and chemicals. It was familiar, calming. Minutes ticked by with me slowly leaking the tension out of my body.

"He loves you, too, maybe he just doesn't realize it yet." Bruce whispered into my hair. "I've never seen Tony so happy, even with Pepper. You are special and you are loved."

There was something unsaid, I felt it. It hung in the ear, it burned the tips of my ears, stood sharp on the tip of my tongue. "I love you too, Bwucie-bear," I whispered into the space between his ear and his jaw. His arms tightened around me.

The man placed several chaste kisses in my hair, running a palm over my back. In moments like these, the crush for him, the very crush that got out of control, blossomed fully into a deep sense of respect and admiration. He made me feel safe. He said all the right words at the right time.

Drowsiness overtook me. As usual, any worries and anxieties I had evaporated, once Banner had his arms around me, shielding me from the world. I didn't forbid myself this time: delicately, my hand slipped through the man's soft messy curls, eliciting a contented sigh.

"You haven't been sleeping well," He more stated than asked.

I had no choice but to nod. "Clint keeps dying in my dreams. Or even worse, he doesn't, he just suffers, endlessly, painfully." I admitted.

Bruce flinched under me, tensing. My face was in between his hands in a second, the scientist sternly looking into my eyes. "Why didn't you say anything? All of us assumed you were okay after what happened." He looked - angry. Not Hulk-out pissed but Bruce-pissed, which equalled a kicked-puppy look seasoned with a great pinch of disappointment.

"I am okay." I lied, shamelessly. "It's getting better. That's why I want to have a party - relax a little, dance, socialize. I don't think Tony would let me go on my own so I figured I can convince him to throw one here." I looked away. It was better for everyone if I dealt with my own problems - they were superheroes, not babysitters.

Bruce frowned. "Why wouldn't Tony let you go?"

"Because of that one time I snorted coke," I rolled my eyes at Bruce's naiveté, leaving the less obvious parts unsaid. Tony knew exactly what I was going to do once I got free reign, he considered it destructive and told me so himself. Admittedly, he had a point but still... I wished I'd been given a choice.

"I'll talk to him," Bruce nodded firmly. "That's not acceptable. He can't forbid you from making mistakes and learning from them."

He was met with my shrug. No excitement came from me regarding this particular turn of conversation. I was drained, limbs like jello, thoughts sluggish. My face was drooping.

"Let's get you to bed," Banner stood up with me wrapped around him. "You need a nap."

"No," I protested. If I went to sleep now, only Satan knew at what ungodly hour I would wake up.

"Yes, Princess," Bruce smirked. I wiggled uncomfortably - when he went all caretaker like, my ovaries wreaked havoc on my body and brain. My thoughts weren't appropriate if Bruce wanted me to see him as a father figure. The signals he was sending were mixed. People around me did that a lot and I wasn't sure how to act so I usually just went with the flow. I decided to do the very same thing in that particular moment.

Curiosity sparked within me, tightly interwoven with the deep longing that settled below my collarbones whenever Tony or one of the others wasn't sitting next to me or talking my ear off. I've almost forgotten how it was to be alone with my thoughts. The maze of my very own self was becoming unfamiliar territory. Alarming.

I allowed Bruce to help me shed my shoes and outer layer of clothing, shivering in the coolness of my room. Despite being a frequent visitor, I still had a 'guest' room in the tower - I mostly stayed at Tony's or Wanda's anyways. During our sleepovers neither me nor the witch minded sharing her enormous bed, to be fair, we could have fit at least two more people in it besides us. Tony took care of his own - all the tower's residents had their apartments furnished with the best stuff.

"Sleep now, Princess," Bruce chastised, tucking a blanket around me, having noticed an earbud in my ear and my smartphone in my hand. I had hoped to kill some time online, damn well knowing sleep wouldn't come easy.

"I don't think I can fall asleep, Bruce," I admitted, looking away. There was just so much going on. My brain wouldn't shut up and if I couldn't drown out the cacophony by being productive, I'd troll the internet, as usual.

Banner sighed, coming to sit next to me, leaning against the headboard. Gently running his fingers through my hair, brushing the outside of his palm against my cheek. "How do you usually deal with this?"

Involuntarily, my eyelashes fluttered. "Tony does most of the work," I admitted coyly. The engineer had a whole arsenal of tricks up his sleeve - sexy and exhausting tricks.

"I see," Bruce muttered, thoughtfully.

I opened my eyes to see him looking down at me with a look I haven't seen before. The usual mildly absent, slightly anxious face he wore was replaced by something I could only describe as hurt envy, like a kid looking at their schoolmate who had all the newest, coolest toys. I used to be on the receiving end of that look far too often and I hated it.

I hid my face against his leg, rubbing my cheek on the raspy corduroy fabric of his pants. "Got any good ideas of your own?" I wondered lowly, thinking about what in the world possessed Bruce to wear corduroy trousers on a semi-casual day, in the twenty-first century.

"Only bad ideas," He replied in a matching low tone. His soft fingertips relocated to my nape, goosebumps rising down my back.

"Humour me," I grinned against his leg.

Bruce was quiet for a moment, the sound of his thinking screaming louder than any words could have done. Knowing the scientist so closely, I found out he was full of surprises - bolder than he appeared outwardly and competitive to a boot. He thought he had a lot to prove to himself and by extension, to others. The unknown, the mystery dangling in front of my nose was exhilarating, trepidation addictive. It took me away from the chaos in my mind.

A gentle grasp on my chin had me turning to look upwards, Bruce's face flushed and focused on my own, open and trusting. He needed to see the obvious, that I trusted him to take care of me. He pulled and I followed, sitting up on my elbows, coming up to his shoulder level, our faces inches apart, enveloped in the unique, intense scent of his herbal tea. It was a tart, strong smell and it suited his quiet but passionate character.

Once, twice, I caught my eyes sliding to his plump lips. They looked far too appealing in this position. I usually strategically stayed away from positions so compromising, fearing the very thing that I'd already let happen, however this time the atmosphere was different. We stood on ambiguous grounds, waiting for Bruce to make a decision.

The man wasn't stupid, he saw the way I looked at him. The nightmares and inability to take a break from life put a significant dent in my resolve to keep a distance between us, romantically - I could have settled even for a pity kiss, a pity fuck. Anything to put my brain on pause.

His lips were softer than I had imagined. Skilled, too, he easily steered the kiss into the shallow waters of our combined longing.

With Tony, it was like an avalanche. Tony ran hot like Peterbilt engines, hard and fast, almost angry in his race for satisfaction. Tony was a man that was used to getting whatever he wanted and it became plainly obvious when we fucked.

Bruce was the opposite. He savoured the kiss, losing himself in a way that could almost be described as delicate. Bruce was humming, softly, as we tasted each other, holding the left side of my face with careful fingertips. Almost as if he was afraid to break me. The feel of his skin on mine was soothing in a way that made me sigh and relax even further.

"Wanna make you feel good." His voice had dropped, gone husky, but his breathing held even. He must know all about self-control.

"Yeah," I was ready to agree with whatever the fuck he was offering. My eyelids remained shut.

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[graylu]

civil war discourse time

Tony ignored the threat of zemo until after the airport battle.

Steve said: hey that guy is threatening to release more super soldiers into the world of and tony ignored that. Meanwhile:

Clint rolled his ass out of retirement to stop said soldiers, not fight with Tony. They continue to misinterpret clint's intentions as if he just got out of bed to say fuck you Tony. (which is a mood but not what happened) Obviously, he discussed this with his family and Laura's probably not happy about it, but I doubt Clint would be there if she asked him to stay. She understands what he does (like holy shit how do you mischaracterize a Whedon OC.)

Scott came along because they did tell him of the threat (tony stans don't like looking at context). He has a child too so I'd imagine he'd want to keep the world as safe as possible..

Side note: Tonka stans really do fucking treat tony like the be all father figure while trashing characters who are actually parents. It's so stupid to me oh my god! Clint and Scott are actually parents who know how to parent. Tony can barely pass as a mentor so they can sit down.

Wanda and Bucky, both former villains, are going along to prevent more casualties, to stop more bad guys. Not just because Steve or Clint said so. (And theyre both going thru a new batch of guilt in this movie so that's something that needs to be mentioned).(Can I just say like everything's happening at once and there's no time to really dwell on it so Steve kinda tries to alleviate those train of thoughts rather than intensify them? Guilt and Doubt leads to bad decisions or indecisions which is what we see in various characters. We saw it in Steve up until the Bucky breakout.)

Steve was not just fighting for Bucky. Yall watch that post-helicopter scene and say he wass compromised. The accords became a backburner issue because of the impending threat. Bucky was the priority up Until the zemo attack and then he switched gears. Toto stans are truly stupid. They just so aggressively twist everyone's character and reasons in this movie to make him look like the hero.

Even Sharon who wasn't going to wholly jump ship on, took Zemo seriously enough to jeopardize herself and get everyone their gear.

If we're being real, basically all of team drunk ignored him.

Tony, because he felt guilty

Rhodey, who genuinely believed in the Accords.

Natasha, because she thinks it's the best option given the circumstances.

T'challa, for obvious reasons

USB drive, because tonki hacked him to.

Peter didn't know. Peter didn't know the details of the accords. His existence and presence is breaking both accords and laws.

The airport fight happened because of team tinkers refusal to listen and team caps refusal to compromise the worlds safety over some politics. team cap may have been wrong about the threat but their intentions and morals were right. also tony stans seem to forget that tony set these accords in motion the moment his murderbot sprung to life, the murderbot he didn't tell the rest of the team about.