#dum-e and u

[kayvsworld]

im1 tony makes elaborate dioramas in his basement they just don't show it on screen. trust me on this

[niiwa-angel]

Do you think Tony's creations were adopted by Peter after Endgame or have Pepper and Rhodey split custody?

Like, Dum. E, Butterfingers, and U obviously need some sort of maintenance and care. They're somewhat sentient beings that care about Tony. And being the people closest to him, Pepper, Happy, and Rhodey would love them too. Do you think they've got some joint custody thing going on? Did Tony give them thorough instructions on how to care for them?

Or, sadder thought. Did they all just voluntarily shit down when they learned Tony was gone? Their creator/father is gone and they leave with him. Did Pepper, Rhodey, and Happy go down to Tony's workshop after his funeral to find that his creations were gone too?

[ironspidersblog]

Tony’s bots probably miss him so much and I doubt anyone had the heart to tell them he’s gone so they probably just sit in the lab all day waiting for him to come back tho of course he never will

[magnoliasandarson]

earning it

The lab was barely alive. There was no loud music, no sparks flying, and the bots had returned to their respective rooms for the night. Tony fucking despised the silence.

But he couldn't find it in himself to move from the floor.

A handmade cardstock birthday card was half crumpled in his grip. Twenty little messy names were signed below a well wish and an (objectively shitty) drawing of Iron Man. They were all children from a field trip to the MET he had saved a few months back when some disgruntled lunatic decided he was going to build a death ray.

"You're our hero!" in glittery red gel pen.

It made him physically nauseous.

He hadn't saved them. Half had received severe burns, and the other half were so severely traumatized that they would spend the next several years in therapy, at minimum. He had reached out to the parents, the hospitals, and several children's psychiatry clinics. The Maria Stark Foundation would foot the bill for any costs incurred. Tony Stark- ever tossing money at Iron Man's mistakes.

He wasn't a hero. If he had been better, if he had been faster, he could've gotten those kids out without a scratch. He could've better contained the explosions. He could've stopped whatever-the-fuck his name was before there were any explosions.

Happy Birthday!

Another year alive. What did he have to show for it? New aches, new nightmares, new guilt... His skin crawled with the desire to do something anything. He chanced a glance over at the liquor cabinet, eyes catching the empty bottles he'd poured down the drain months ago...

No. He was alive, he was a genius, he was an inventor, he was Tony Goddamn Stark, and he could would make things better. He could deserve the stupid card. His fist uncurled around the crayon drawing of Iron Man, smoothing the crumpled paper gently.

All at once, he pushed himself to his feet, staggering to one of the drafting tables, "Battle stations kids," he clapped his hands, grinning when JARVIS raised the house lights and DUM-E and U rolled back out, "it's time SI got into the skin graft game."

[darthbloodorange]

Tony, Dum-E and U

For the: ✦ @tonystarkbingo Round 8 - Tony's Metal Children [R3] (Card: 8050)

Word Count: N/a - Moodboard Title: Tony's Bots Rating: Gen Universe: Marvel Cinematic Universe Pairings: Tony Stark & Bots Characters: Tony Stark, DUM-E, U Warnings: None Major Tags: Fluff, POV Tony Stark ~ Summery: Tony, Dum-E and U

[rebelmeg]

Like Looking In A Mirror

by rebelmeg

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Iron Man (Movies) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Tony Stark & His Twin Sister Characters: Tony Stark, Tony's Twin, Original Female Character(s), Dummy (Iron Man movies), You (Iron Man movies), Jarvis (Iron Man movies) Additional Tags: Tony's a twin, partially inspired by those genderswap app things, Iron Man 1, Tony Stark Needs a Hug, Tony Stark Has a Sibling, The crazy genius engineer has a crazy genius artist twin, Bots Shenanigans Summary:

In between launching himself at his workshop ceiling and managing not to launch himself into his workshop ceiling ten days later, Tony receives a visitor that very few people know about.

Notes: Another multi-event fic for the hoard! For @flufftober​ day 2 – Family, Friends, Loved Ones, my @lyricalescape​ Bingo square O1 – Paranoid, and my @warmandfluffybingocards​ square G1 – Distracting them with affection

This fic has been hanging out in my WIPs for a long time, then recently I saw a whole bunch of those celebrity genderswap pics that were a fad for a minute. Suddenly Ellie had a face (that didn't look like RDJ in drag in Sherlock Holmes 2), and that motivated me to get this done! I'm all for Tony having all of the love and support, so here's my take on a Stark Sibling that spoils the bots and takes none of her brother's shit.

[theyoungadulthatreadsfanfiction]

Memory Banks By

TheAsexualofSpades

DUM-E and U are staples in Tony Stark’s lab. They’ve been there almost since the beginning. They’re family. They have a dad, a mom, a concerned uncle, and a brother. Their memory banks are full of moments that help them remember.

[gunsandspaceships]

Updated with little stockings for DUM-E and U 🤗

Snow Man

There is a common belief (especially in fanfiction) that Tony is not a fan of winter/snow/Christmas/New Year's atmosphere and everything related to it.

Tony doesn't think so.

MCU:

Wears the hats

Wishes people Happy New Year

Puts Christmas trees all over the house

Decorates his house and hangs stockings on the fireplace for everyone, including J.A.R.V.I.S., DUM-E and U.

Listens to Christmas music

Watches (and loves) Christmas movies

Makes BIG Christmas presents

And just the whole Iron Man 3 makes it clear, in words and in deeds, that this is a special time of year for him.

What about Tony in comics?

[antvnger]

Bloop bloop blarb be bloop

……..DUM-E? Or U? Or R2-D2?

[hurtspideyparker]

Peter places an envelope on Tony's desk.

Tony looks up confused, "huh? What's that for?"

"It's for you," he points awkwardly at the plain blue envelope, held closed with a Darth Vader sticker.

"It's not my birthday kid." He snaps the protective face shield back down as he picks up his soldering iron, sparks flying as he gets back to work.

"I know that I, uh. It's from, it's for. It's yours. I gotta go, see you later Mr. Stark!" Peter hikes his backpack up tighter as he skips out of the lab.

Tony grunts in acknowledgement without looking up, eyes focused on the searing metal in front of him.

* * *

"Tony? I thought you were gonna have dinner with me after Peter left," Pepper saunters down into the workspace in a flattering pair of jeans and baby blue blouse.

"I was. I am. He left like five minutes ago," Tony waves at her without taking his eyes from the computer he's typing on.

"Happy drove him home two hours ago. Come, have a nice sit down meal with me." Pepper wraps her arms around his shoulders from behind, kissing the top of his head.

"I can have a sit down meal. I'm sitting right now, bring the carbonara down here and it'll be a proper date," Tony replies.

"Yeah, you me and your computer. How romantic. Tony, come upstairs- what's this?"

Tony glances up to see her holding a blue envelope.

"Uh, it's the kids."

Pepper flips it around, "it says To Mr. Stark From Peter on the back."

Tony just shrugs and goes back to typing on his computer.

The delicate glue of the sticker is undone under Pepper's sharp nails as she opens up the envelope and pulls something from inside.

"It's illegal to open someone else's mail y'know," Tony teases.

"Tony this- god you are such an asshole!" Pepper smacks Tony on the back of the head with the envelope.

"Ow! What the- what did I do now! I was just joking about the carbonara thing... mostly."

Tony finally meets Pepper's eyes of scorn. She tosses something in front of him with a huff.

"Tony, he even used a Darth Vader sticker. Do you know how adorably geeky and topical that is? You have got to start paying more attention to the living breathing people in front of you instead of your machines. Dinner is ready, please come upstairs."

Tony watches her leave as the clack of her heels fade away with every step. He's not sure what Darth Vader has to do with missing dinner, but he's quick to get up and start to follow.

He pauses before he makes it out the door, turning to finish the last line of code before he forgets the function. He pushes something off of his keyboard to type and press save.

Tony can't remember the last time he looked up from his work long enough to consume solid food. He's so ready to carb-load with some Italian food, turning away from the computer and blue envelope.

Tony's eyebrows furrow. Hm. Darth Vader sticker.

Tony turns back around and picks up the envelope from beside his keyboard.

This must be what the kid was yapping about earlier. Tony sticks his hand inside and finds a card, pulling it out.

"Father's Day it is," the front says in bold lettering with a picture of Yoda crudely hand-drawn with a sharpie and green highlighter. Tony flips it open, "celebrate you we must" is written in the middle of the page.

Below is a message in smaller writing; "Thank you for everything Mr. Stark, we wouldn't be here without you!" with a blob of sharpie that looks suspiciously like it's scribbled out a small heart, then signed "From Peter, Dum-E and U" each name written in their own unique handwriting.

"Friday, what day is it?"

"It is Sunday June 16th, also celebrated as Father's Day in countries such as the United States, Canada, and the UK."

Hm.

Tony stands there and stares at the card for longer than he'd ever admit before looking up at Dum-E.

"You help with this?" he asks, pointing at the card.

Dum-E chirps happily, twirling his claw around.

"Your hand writing's terrible."

* * *

Peter enters the lab slowly, an unsureness to him that's out of character.

It's Wednesday, his usual day for coming over to Tony's workshop. He hasn't heard anything from Tony since Sunday, not that he usually does. Still, the quietness has unnerved him. He's not sure what he was even expecting from his mentor; silence is probably the nicest response he could hope for after embarrassing himself like that.

"Hi Mr. Stark," he greets once he spots the older man sitting next to a complicated tangle of wires.

"Hey kid, can you go to the computer and run the command I have open for me?"

"Sure thing!" Peter says as he dumps his backpack onto the floor and jogs over.

The two get into an easy rhythm and Peter's practically forgotten why he was nervous in the first place when, "hey grab us some sodas will you," Mr. Stark asks him.

Peter walks up to the fridge in the corner of the room when he notices something new.

In the center of the silver metal lies a single piece of paper, stuck to the refrigerator with a plain magnet seemingly scrapped from some old hardware in the lab.

Tony has his Father's Day card displayed like some dorky parent whose kid got a half-decent report card, showcased on a fridge like a toddler's finger painted masterpiece.

It makes Peter so happy he can't wipe the stupid grin off his face the entire time he's grabbing sodas and delivering one to Tony.

The older hums a thanks without looking away from his project, but as Peter turns away Tony's own face contorts into a pleased smile all of his own.

The two share identical smiles all afternoon, hidden behind soda cans and computer screens.

[shanastoryteller]

Happy Birthday! Do you have more F for Frankenstein? Thanks so much

a continuation of 1 2 3 4

Fortunately for him, burying himself in suit repairs and rebuilding the tower - his beautiful tower that was utterly perfect in his most recent memories and is now in need of some serious repairs - is predictable enough that Pepper and Rhodey are only minorly concerned by him disappearing down there. Thankfully, clean up from the alien invasion is enough of a distraction for a Colonel and a CEO and if they're both surprised at his refusal to come to bed with them, it's at least not without precedent.

Not much precedent, but some! He was dying for most of them, however, so he really hopes they don't pick up on the pattern.

He clears out some of the storage and converts it into a cryogenic chamber of sorts. The suit is the best monitoring technology they have, so up until they've got something viable to work with, Tony's body will be staying there in a hole in the wall.

It makes his workshop feel like a morgue, knowing his body is on ice behind some false drawers, but he supposes that's what it is.

Dum-E knows something is wrong immediately.

He zooms around TONY and the suit, moving his arm erratically in clear distress. U takes longer, bumping gently into his side, knowing that TONY visually looks right but is missing all the important vital sighs.

"I'm sorry," he says softly, hands spread wide.

Dum-E whirls away from him and goes over to the suit. He reaches out his claw and grabs the suit's gauntlet, tugging at it gently. U bumps into him again, more insistently this time.

"J," he says helplessly.

"That's enough," JARVIS says. Dum-E pulls harder, enough to shake the suit. "Sir is experiencing a system error. He needs to be rebooted."

U starts spinning in tight circles.

"TONY is here to help us write the code," JARVIS continues, voice softer. He's Tony's youngest AI - well, besides himself - but he's a lot more sophisticated than Dum-E and U. "Until we have perfected the code, Sir must rest. You have to let go of him."

Dum-E doesn't move. It's pretty rich coming from JARVIS, considering.

TONY steps forward, putting a hand on his support strut. He's warm like Tony was, looking entirely human under infrared, a synthetic beating heart and pulse and a chest programmed to rise and fall in the imitation of lungs.

But he's imitation the whole way down.

"I'm going to do the best I can," he says. And he will. But he already knows it's not going to work. He just has to convince JARVIS of that too. "Okay? But he needs to go in storage for a little bit."

Dum-E understands dead. He's saved Tony from death before. But neither he nor JARVIS are using those words even though they should.

This is all just delaying the inevitable. It's just going to make it worse when their deception is uncovered and they find out Tony Stark died throwing that nuke into space, that he died to save New York and possibly the whole planet.

He died for them all and no one even knows about it. No people. Just four robots.

Dum-E slowly lets go of the suit's gauntlet. TONY tucks it back in place, chancing a look in the helmet and finding himself faced with his own unseeing eyes.

He wishes he could close them but for right now it's not worth opening the suit.

He steps back and JARVIS raises the false wall, obscuring Tony and the suit from view. "We have work to do, TONY."

"Right," TONY says softly.

It's a good thing he doesn't need to sleep.

[istantonystark]

But you forgot the best part - the crates he got the tubes out of were labeled #projectpegasus

[hmspaint]

so imagine HMS ... but drawn in MSPAINT . except theyre not Actually drawn in mspaint but jspaint. Yeag. ...WELCOME TO...

HMSPAINT.

a.k.a. NOSTALGIA BAIT CENTRAL a.k.a. da best fricking thing to eva grace jashblr. das a joke but DONT tell anyone okeh?

MORE INFO UNDER HERE vvvvvvvvvvvv

THE GIMMICK IS SIMPLE: it is HMS drawn in MSPAINT (jspaint) . kind of an au but nawt rlly..... And theyr kind of dumb too i gues. theyve got 1 (one) braincell to ration and they r fighting over it liek street dogs. Okay honestly i dont know how to write intros just bear with me BEAR WITH ME

......well not much has changed frum canon BUT! how abt U meet THem >? The three guys. you know the ones. SO YOU WILL.....

HEART. HE/HIM. actually so stupid it is Baffling how he hasnt died due to Natural Selection yet . he Still makes those cursed emoji vent edits dat were rlly fricking pawpular in 2021 (yiu know da ones!). sometimes he crochets. And did eye mention hes fucking stupid

MIND. SHE/IT. if you make shit jokes it will kill you. smartest out of all of them and STILL super freaking dum. Teh only board game she plays is chess Aand she thinks checkers is a stupid baby version of chess. likes reading gothic horror and being a geography Neeerd.

SOUL. SHE/HE. sometimes reelly stoopid sometimes just a little dum idk it depends on da weather. he looks like da most Normal out of all of dem butBUT TRUST ME! SHES NAWT. shes just da best @ masking her WIERDNESS... he likes writing lyrics and poems and trying not to have another mental br8kdown.

AND TOGETHER, THEY FORM... HMSPAINT.

sorry ill stawp now. n e ways with dat out of da way HERES SOME TAGZ. use em wisely

~ TAG LIST ~

#HMSPAINTING - stand-alone art related stuffsies. nawt much else 2 say.

#HMSCOMICS - THE OCCASIONAL COMIC OR TWO. am bad @ drawing comics so dont expect many .

#HMSANSWERS - where the three answer ur asks! Ples ask them stuff. if u want

#HMSFANART - rbs of specifically hmspaint fanart... So Fun !!!

#HMSTUFF - things dat dont fit into the other tags...

#HMSOOC - things dat r... out of character durrr. personal stuff i gues

.........okeh dats it. 4 the tags i mean. i will make this quik! admin is 14yo and uses he/she pronouns. thats all.

...AND HAVE A FUN TIME WITH...

[fotibrit]

yk how in order for animals to process death you let them smell something associated with the death (clothes, whatever).

hc that after tony died, someone put a piece of tony’s broken armour in his workshop for Dum-E and U to investigate, in order for them to realize what happened.

Dum-E sensing that the death was caused by burning, or something like it, and immediately deciding it was his fault. He was on fire duty, after all. he should have had the fire extinguisher ready.

Dum-E absolutely certain that it was his fault. And he waits every day in that lab to be donated. And eventually, after a very long time, tony’s lab is cleared out and he is donated.

He thinks he deserves it.

[infiniteeight8]

Stephen is desperate for Tony to love him back, to the point that he uses his knowledge of Tony to manipulate him into a relationship. (Potentially manipulates things so Tony and Pepper break up? Or this could be after that?) After all, he knows he'll treat Tony right, what does it matter how they get to this point. The ends justify the means, right?

I love this prompt so much. 😃 So much potential here. *rubs hands together*

This is a “they won on Titan” AU. So Pepper and Tony are, prior to this fic, engaged. I did a google for how long Pepper has known Tony and landed on almost 20 years, since she says she’s been curating his art collection for ten years in Iron Man 2 (2010) and Infinity War happens in 2018.

-

Stephen knows the instant Tony lands on the Sanctum’s doorstep. By the time the armor is retracted and the Sanctum’s doors have swung open for him, Stephen is already halfway down the stairs. Tony stalks into the foyer and the doors quickly close behind him. A protective gesture, Stephen’s connection to the Sanctum tells him. “Tony. Is everything okay?”

“The wedding’s off,” Tony says shortly. He starts pacing.

Stephen’s heart lifts. “I’m sorry,” he says carefully. 

Tony snorts. “Don’t be. I’m the one who called it off. Pepper’s probably still trying to call me.”

“What happened?” Stephen positions himself so that Tony will pass close to him on his traverses of the foyer, but doesn’t try to stop him.

“I took your advice,” Tony says, “and talked to Pepper about DUM-E and U. About what they would need if something happened to me.”

“I take it that didn’t go well.” It never had in any of the futures Stephen had seen. 

“Understatement of the year.” Tony raises his hands and scrubs them through his hair. “Pepper has known me for nearly twenty years. She was around when DUM-E literally saved my life! She’s known him and U almost as long. How can she not get it? How did I not realize that she doesn’t get it?”

“If you explained—”

“No,” Tony cuts him off, as Stephen knew he would. There’s a line to tread here; Stephen can’t risk making Tony feel defensive of Pepper. “If she doesn’t get it after all this time, she never will. And frankly, after what she said, I’m not interested in giving her the chance.”

Stephen winces. “That bad?”

Tony stops pacing and turns to face Stephen. “She said, and I quote, “Tony, I know you’re attached to these things, but this is really too far. They’re machines, not children.’”

Stephen lets himself look as appalled as he feels. That was one of the more extreme options. “She called them things?”

Tony barks a harsh laugh. “Yeah. And when I told her that I made them and they have thoughts and personalities of their own and that as far as I’m concerned that does make them my kids, she asked if I’d thought about having real kids. Like we weren’t even talking about the bots anymore, like that conversation was over.”

“I’m sorry, Tony,” Stephen says gently. “I can’t imagine how anyone could meet either DUM-E or U and not understand that they’re people.”

“Me neither,” Tony deflates. “But I’m starting to think that you and I are two of a kind there. I mean, did the other wizards recognize Levi?” Tony waggles his fingers in belated greeting and Levi waved a corner at him. 

“The Ancient One once called Levi ‘fickle’,” Stephen says dryly.

“Yeah, no, she clearly didn’t understand them at all,” Tony agrees. He sighs and takes a heavy seat on the Sanctum’s steps. “I thought I was finally going to get my happily ever after, you know?”

Stephen sits beside him. “Would the kind of white picket fence life that Pepper wanted really have made you happy?” he asks. It actually had, in some of those futures. But Tony could be just as happy, often happier, living a different life with Stephen.

“I don’t know,” Tony says. “But I was willing to try.”

Levi flares out and wraps around Tony’s shoulders, giving him a kind of hug where Stephen can’t, not quite yet. And if the action pulls Tony against Stephen for a moment or two, well, so much the better. Levi has been on board with Stephen’s plan from the beginning.

Tony laughs and pats the fold of cloak curled around him. “Thanks, Levi.” He turns to Stephen, almost close enough to kiss. They aren’t there yet, but Stephen can’t help thinking about it. Tony goes on, oblivious. “Want to come hang out with the bots with me? I’m feeling the need for some quality time.”

Stephen smiles. “I’d love to.” 

Everything is going exactly as planned.

[airas-story]

I thought I'd send you something innocent. Could you continue the story about sentinel/guide?

Sequel to one and two.

Tony sighed, resisting the urge to rub his eyes. He couldn’t show weakness. “So, you want to be a neurosurgeon,” Tony said.

“I’ll be a good one,” Strange said. “The best.”

Tony held in a snort. He imagined most people thought as much. But then, apparently Strange showed enough promise his mentors had pushed the sentinel and guide center to find Strange a guide.

That probably meant something.

“I can’t be at your beck and call,” Tony pointed out. This was the exact scenario that Howard had wanted to avoid Tony being in. “Surgeries are the sort of intricate work that’ll pull you under. Constantly.”

“What are you saying?” Strange asked. “You won’t help?”

Tony sighed and this time he did rub his eyes. “I’m saying I don’t know what you expect from me.”

Tony could see Strange’s hope dwindling again. “A bond will tether me. Statistically a bond decreases involuntary zone outs by 70 percent.”

It took effort not to recoil, because a bond… Tony forced the reaction down. “It’s impossible to force a bond,” Tony said.

“But you can encourage one,” Strange countered. “If both sides are willing.” He met Tony’s eyes, still quietly pleading. Strange wanted this, Tony could see that. Strange wanted to be a doctor with the same desperate need that Tony remembered feeling for those few creations he knew he had to bring into the world: DUM-E, U, JARVIS.

“It’ll be there until one of us dies,” Tony pointed out. “You’ll be stuck with me.”

“I want this,” Strange said. He managed an almost wry smile. “I figure dealing with you is worth it.” It could have sounded like a jab, but it didn’t carry the expected sting. “You’ll be stuck with me, too, after all.”

Tony huffed a laugh. “I suppose I will.”