#e . stark / bio .

[ironlamb]

clinton liberty , thirty , demi man , he + they . announcing ! erren stark of house stark hailing from winterfell . they are known to be loyal & charismatic but also lazy & hedonistic across the realm . there are faint whispers that they support house velaryon against their house.

𝑩𝑨𝑺𝑰𝑪𝑺 .

birth name : erren stark . pronunciation : air - en , star- k. nicknames : none ( ? ) . date of birth , age : eighth day of the eighth month , thirty . place of birth : winterfell . gender , pronouns : demi man , he / him + they / them . orientation : queer . status : lord of winterfell ( third child ) .

𝑨𝑷𝑷𝑬𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑪𝑬 .

height : five foot eleven inches - 180.4 cm . build : long limbs , would be fairly lanky if not for training and would be significantly more muscular if they went to training regularly . swimmers build . hair : black and twisted into freeform locs that go down to mid back . has the sides roughly shaven . eye colour : a dark brown . notable features : crooked smile , gapped teeth, long hair , high cheekbones , deep skin tone . faceclaim : clinton liberty .

𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑶𝑵𝑨𝑳𝑰𝑻𝒀 .

natal chart : sagittarius sun , aquarius moon , libra rising ( likely has no relevance in this world but i wanted to give it for personality reference ) moral alignment : chaotic good . mbti : estp , the entrepreneur . positive traits : brave , witty , loyal , easy going , fun loving , flirtatious , talented , compassionate , versatile , confident , charming . negative traits : unreliable , mischievous , selfish , sarcastic , reckless , avoidant , persuasive , shallow , rebellious , mercurial , impulsive . character inspirations : gwaine ( bbc merlin ) , boorman ( willow ) , flynn rider ( tangled ) , aladdin ( aladdin ) , lord guildford dudley ( my lady jane ) .

𝑻𝑳𝑫𝑹 .

there was little glory in being a the second son . it wasn't something that erren was told, as much as something he'd gathered . the first was the heir . the second child , the spare . the one to step in should the worst happen ; the shadow that the heir left behind .

erren was glad for that shadow . almost no one could see him standing right behind it .

the heir and spare had responsibilities and expectations . should the worst happen , those responsibilities and expectations would fall onto erren . he was to be prepared for that day , apparently . he was to ready himself for it .

but in that shadow erren had freedom . the eyes that settled on his siblings could barely find him there . he took advantage of that darkness to pursue his own endeavors . art . music . liquor . pleasure . adventure . the world was filled with things to see and do , things to enjoy . and erren was determined to enjoy them . determined to not turn away from this gift he was given , from the burden that his elder siblings had spared him , perhaps some would say he indulged too much . he pities them . obviously they know little of how to live.

however, his lord father and lady mother saw things differently . wished him to be different , truly . should the worst happen , they wished to have erren . and should that happen he would need to be dependable . he needed to support with military force . he needed to marry well . he needed to be this , or maybe that , and also this , and perhaps that . erren felt his hackles rise under the expectation . the teeth of a wolf bared at the sight of a cage closing in .

all erren wished was that the worst never happened . that wish came only half selfishly .

he was not meant to rule , truly . he was well aware of it . he would be a poor king of the north , and an even poorer commander of any army . he hadn't the disposition for it , no matter how his parents argued otherwise . his greatness wasn't held there . it was held in the clay between his fingers . held in the strings of his lute under his fingertips . he was not purposeless . was his fate not something he decided ?

the older they got the more eyes fell on them in winterfell . heavy with recognition . with expectation . they made his skin crawl enough for him to take the leap . to leave winterfell with little more than the clothes on his back , his direwolf and a longing for anonymity . they travelled not aimlessly , but instinctively . a coin flipped for which boat to seek passage on . a finger pointed in the direction of which winding path to take . it was a luxury his elder siblings would perhaps never be allowed, so erren did their best to savour their pleasure in it . to indulge plenty for them too .

of course , it wasn't long until he was found . until he was brought right back to winterfell to look up into the disappointed , heavy gazes of his parents once again .

and when those gazes got too heavy , when the cage closing in begin to raise his hackles once again , erren would find another friend to grant them passage . would find another adventure to escape into for the moment . or perhaps , hopefully , forever .

it never was of course . one cannot truly outrun their blood , no matter how much they may try . their wings were already clipped by the long winter which left them bound to winterfell and they knew that perhaps , eventually they would have to marry . will have to let duty shackle them even more firmly than the seasons had . but eventually is not today , and with the end of winter upon them erren feels their feet itching to race into the distance once again . so perhaps they'll indulge themself in the meantime . have fun .

after all, it would not do to waste the gift of this shadow .

𝑴𝑰𝑺𝑪 .

erren , my irresponsible king . literally should be at the club rn , but instead he is in winterfell plotting his next grand escape . truly a sweetheart , and incredibly loyal , but will be here one moment and gone the next i fear sdkjd they WILL disappear in a cloud of smoke if the opportunity arises . your local art hoe , literally out here with talent for the most useless things like considering their position . this was sparked when as a child he fell in love with the artistry of the statues in the winterfell crypt and became entirely fixated on creating something of similar greatness himself . i imagine that they skipped many a training lesson in this pursuit and were punished accordingly , but after years of practice they are able to sculpt a pretty realistic likeness out of stone . they have in fact likely made statues of all of their siblings ( the faces they know the best likely ) and as morbid as it is they hope to be able to use this talent to eventually honour them all in death . they do believe this is their purpose but idk how many would agree . made a lot of friends during their travels ( from when they were a late teenager until they were about twenty considering the long winter ) because they're genuinely quite easy to get along with as long as you're not trying to pressure them into a position of power . honestly , probably has commitment issues . is honestly a pretty decent fighter but that might be a combination of their training and sheer amount of bar fights they've gotten into so are they polished ? no . also has a direwolf named shadow bc we love like to have fun here . anyways he's quite literally here for a good time and not a long time okay < 3

𝑾𝑨𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑫 𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑵𝑬𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺 . just something to spring off of for plotting things .

friends who he met on his travels ! enemies who he met on his travels ! people who hate him ! people who love him ! past paramours because he would have them ... perhaps some that ended on good terms , and some that ended on less than good terms . childhood friends ! a betrothed ( who he is probably incredibly reluctant over tbh ). someone he's trying to convince to run away with him because he's annoying like that . a muse would also eat ! or even someone who they give all their art too because they're honestly not going to keep it all . a also perhaps drinking buddy or someone to spar with ... and anything else ok < 33

[triscribeaucollection]

(Fiddling around with a new MCU time travel idea)

There are a couple of kids in Tony’s living room.

Well- there’s one bonafide child, early elementary school age, and then one teenager somewhere on the cusp of young adulthood. But Tony would bet if he put their ages together and divided by two, he’d get a number in the realm of ‘should probably still have a babysitter when the parents go out for an evening’, ergo, kids.

They’re still asleep, for the moment. Or, unconscious, rather. Not awake, at any rate, and they haven’t been since falling through a big glowing circle into his living room, teenager curled protectively around the little girl. Which is a little annoying for two reasons; first and foremost, Tony has questions, but also he’d rather not have Pepper or anyone else walk in and demand to know why there are two unconscious children lying on his sofa.

That’s just such an awkward question. Though he does at least have proof in the form of security footage that the pair arrived by means entirely beyond Tony’s control. Speaking of which; Tony flicks a finger, and JARVIS dutifully rewinds said footage to the beginning, and plays at an again-reduced speed. Ultimate slo-mo doesn’t reveal any answers, however. There’s no prior warning before the light flares, startling video-Tony into spilling his coffee as he crosses the room, and no hints to be found beyond swirling white and orange as the kids fall through. The light vanishes as soon as they’re clear, then the boy hits the floor, hard. There are honest to goodness cracks in Tony’s floor, he had JARVIS run a scan on the structure beneath his lovely thick carpeting just to check.

No cracks in the kid’s bones, though. And- okay, in all honesty, questions and unknowns and everything else aside, Tony does prefer it that way, rather than the reverse.

As far as JARVIS could tell with further scanning, neither kid bore any injuries - just some lingering traces of quantum energy, fading further with every minute. With any luck, as soon as that finishes up, there’ll be some waking up and answering of questions.

Though of course Tony couldn’t just sit around and do nothing while he waited.

The little girl is definitely wearing designer brand clothing: durable sneakers, high quality shorts and collared shirt, a lightweight jacket that wouldn’t look out of place in a magazine for children’s spring collections. Also, just to hammer home the fact she comes from money, JARVIS detected extremely sophisticated tracking beacons inside every single garment. Even the socks. Tiny devices, clearly some kind of advanced nanotech... With a mini Stark Industries logo etched onto each one.

Trouble is, Tony’s never made beacons this small and impressive before.

Her watch is a similar conundrum. It’s red and yellow, clearly meant to look like any other cheap Iron Man themed child’s decoration, except for housing what Tony would swear is the same sort of satellite connection he puts into all of his suits for JARVIS to link up with. Top of the line encryption, tiny hologram projection, more tracking software with options to send specific distress calls, and all of it bio-locked, which- which should have been a problem. Even without an AI present in the device to fight him, it should have taken Tony significant time to crack through the locks and get a good look at the watch’s internal circuitry. Instead, it- recognized him. Recognized his bio-signature, and let him in.

He’s still mulling over the implications of that one.

Now, the teenager, there lie some other mysteries. Far shabbier clothing, for one thing. The ragged shoes alone look like they’ve picked up grime walking from one side of NYC to the other and back. Jeans with a faded appearance that’s not artistic enough to be artificially crafted; sweatshirt that has some amateur stitchwork patching up the elbows; t-shirt with holes in the hem and a cartoon character Tony didn’t recognize on the chest.

Thing is, JARVIS didn’t recognize the character either. Not even after running a search through the whole dang internet. And it wasn’t an indie creation, there was very definitely a Disney logo on the shirt’s tag, where it stuck up from the back of the collar.

And then there’s what the kid’s got under his clothes.

No, Tony did not undress him, but peeking out from under the cuffs of that sweatshirt and visible in the gap between pants and shoes is a very different sort of material. Durable, flexible, extremely form-fitting to be hidden so well by regular garments. Physically rifling through the kid’s sweatshirt pockets turned up a pair of gloves and mask, too. Very Halloween-y, Tony would probably jump out of his skin if he turned around to find those big white eyes looming out of the dark. Attached to the gloves, he also found a couple of small gadgets, fairly sophisticated, capable of spitting out an atrocious substance clear across the room. A large, sticky web still occupies the far wall by his bar as proof.

Those, Tony gingerly set down next to the girl’s watch, to be considered later. When their owners are awake, and capable of telling him things like hey don’t touch that button.

In the meantime, he’s finally accepted there isn’t much left to do but wait, idly replaying the security footage over and over, less idly hoping there’s some kind of change before any company arrives.

His luck, perhaps predictably, falls through.

“Sir,” JARVIS announces into the otherwise quiet room. “Miss Potts is on her way up.”

With a long, drawn out, highly exasperated sigh, Tony sets his empty glass aside and stands to face the music.

---

“Time travel,” Pepper says flatly. That’s a very clear, Pepperish tone of you can’t be serious. But before Tony has a chance to voice his defense, she’s already sighing, and bringing up a hand to rub at the bridge of her nose. “Why do you think this is time travel?”

So he starts reviewing the data.

The cartoon character that doesn’t exist yet only earns a raised eyebrow - when Tony gets into the particulars of the girl’s watch and trackers, Pepper looks a little less unamused, a little more disconcerted. Pointing out the boy’s suit and gadgets and drawing her attention to the web still occupying his wall even earns two whole startled blinks. “That’s... Tony.”

“Yeah.”

“Tony.”

“Yeah,” he repeats, fully in agreement. “But it’s either time travel, or R&D has been doing some serious overtime tinkering without letting either of us know!”

Pepper rubs a hand over her face, sighing again. When she pulls it away, her gaze goes to the pair of kids, girl still held in the boy’s arms, both of them laying on their sides where Tony managed to haul them up onto his sofa when the whole bizarre event began. “What do we do, then?”

“Not much we can do, besides haul them down to the infirmary and try injecting things to induce an early wake-up call.” Even as he says it, Tony swipes up and enlarges the holo-window with the energy reading and its total dissipation countdown. T-minus eight hundred and seventy-three seconds. “Otherwise, wait to see if anything happens in about fifteen minutes.”

Pepper let loose her third sigh, and went to get a glass of wine.

[myringtoe]

A B O U T / R U L E S

hello, my name is dee, i’m 20 years old, and my pronouns are she/they.

this is just going to my rules and stuff that i will write for. :)

IF YOU’RE A MINOR, GET OFF MY PAGE. IF YOU DON’T HAVE AN AGE IN YOUR BIO, YOU WILL BE BLOCKED.

REQUESTS: OPEN - to avoid burnout, i’ll answer requests with drabbles or imagines, not so much full fics. if you have an idea about a certain character, send it to me and i’ll expand on it! :)

MASTERLIST

things i will not write about:

anything to do with non-con. (cnc is fine, like somnophilia.)

scat or piss…just no.

if i don’t know a character very well, i’m not going to write for them.

i can’t write from a man’s perspective for crap so my works will be fem!reader or gn!reader.

anything with yandere…sorry. :/

ageplay/underage characters.

character x character: sorry, i’m not a pro shipper, and i don’t care to talk about ships.

fandoms/characters i’ll write for:

DEMON SLAYER

rengoku kyojuro

uzui tengen ( + the wives )

giyuu tomioka

sanemi shinazugawa

akaza

kokushibo

(if there’s a character that’s not on here that you want me to write, send me a request and i’ll let you know if i can write for them. :3)

LOVE AND DEEPSPACE

zayne

xavier

sylus

rafayel

DC

jason todd / redhood

bruce wayne / batman

dick grayson / nightwing

clark kent / superman

(if there’s a character that’s not on here that you want me to write, send me a request and i’ll let you know if i can write for them. :3)

MARVEL

steve rogers / captain america

thor odinson

loki

tony stark

(if there’s a character that’s not on here that you want me to write, send me a request and i’ll let you know if i can write for them. :3)

INVINCIBLE

mark grayson / invincible

FAIRY TAIL

natsu dragneel

gray fullbuster

laxus dreyer

gajeel redfox

(if there’s a character that’s not on here that you want me to write, send me a request and i’ll let you know if i can write for them. :3)

there’s definitely more that i can write for, but these are the one’s i am most comfortable with writing. <3

[secfics]

my favourite starker fics, part 1

hi. for my first reclist in this blog, i put together my personal favourite starker fanfics that i re-read again and again. in no particular order and with some cw/dark themes here and there, here they come:

• maybe different, but remember; by RoamingSignals (@spider-mancan), E, 18k, 2/2 chapters

Peter is working at Delmar’s, sorting out tabloids on the rack in the front, and he sees Tony’s face plastered everywhere and then Peter is reading words and then he can’t read anything because he’s crying and his shaking hands rip the magazine in half.

Tony Stark…alive.

He saved the world, saved Peter, and Peter never even got to thank him. Not that it matters now. If Peter was a factor in Tony's decision to snap his fingers, Peter will never know. No one will ever know, because Peter fucked up and now he doesn’t exist.

• touchpoint; by RoamingSignals (@spider-mancan), M, 57’6k, 2/2 chapters

Peter lost a lot of things in Boston. When he lists them out, they fit in the margins of his napkin; his career, his degree, his motivation, his boyfriend, and himself. Not in that order. Not all by mistake.

“You’re just a secretary.” Tony tuts.

“There’s nothing wrong with being a secretary,” Peter says. “Your old secretary is the CEO of SI, these days.”

“Pepper Potts is the smartest woman I’ve ever met,” Tony agrees. “And she never let anyone call her ‘just a secretary.’”

• scaling the walls; by Starker1975 (@starker1975), E, 42’6k, 13/13 chapters

Peter is tired of crushing hopelessly on Tony, so he decides to create an online dating profile to meet someone new. Neither Peter (Webster01) or his strange beau (Mark70) have pictures on their bio. They decide to keep it that way so they can focus on bonding over things besides appearance.

Meanwhile, Tony decides to start spending more time with Peter because people always become interested as soon as you try to move on...

• fucking if; by Graceful_Starker (@graceful-starker), M, 9’7k, 2/2 chapters - cw: implied non-con, not between starker

Peter and Tony in a beginning phases relationship. Then the snap. Peter coming back to Tony, Pepper and Morgan.

• revelations; by Anonymous (#author has already arranged a ride to church trust me), E, 126’8k, 19/19 chapters

“I still don’t get it,” Ned says. “How you just... keep being ordinary in spite of all the craziness you’ve lived through. You were in space. You helped Iron Man save the universe. And nobody knows it was you.” His tone softens, becomes almost sad. As though he realizes that what he’s saying is so completely alien to him that he will never be able to understand this part of Peter’s life. “Peter, don’t you want people to know you for who you are?”

An AU where they get the Gauntlet off of Thanos that first time, on Titan.

• closer to a prayer; by LearnedFoot (@learned-foot), E, 17’4k, oneshot

“I think I’m dying.”

Peter stares at his reflection in the bathroom mirror, blinking. It feels weird to say it out loud.

In which Peter's powers turn against him, Mr. Stark is back and suddenly acting kind of weird (and by weird he means flirtatious), and it’s all a lot to handle at once.

• stuck; by Heathertastic (@heathertastic), E, 5’4k, oneshot - cw: Accidental Penetration

Tony and Peter get stuck together in a closet the size of Peter himself- and yeah, it’s basically porn without plot.

• Give Me Your Wallet (And Your Watch); by airebellah (@airebellah), M, 30’5k, 10/10 chapters

It was pushing midnight when Peter sent a text to his friend Ned asking for help with a chemistry problem. I know I'm doing something wrong but I can't figure it out, he wrote. He received a text with a picture of the solution. The elegant script should have been the first clue; the fact that it was on the back of a napkin the second. But he was tired, and failed to notice such details.

You misplaced your decimal when converting degrees to Kelvin, came the reply. Rookie mistake.

Gee, thanks, Peter replied with a roll of his eyes. Anything you need help with?

Yeah, who the fuck am I talking to, exactly?

• covet; by Anonymous (#author has already arranged a ride to church trust me), E, 33’9k, 5/5 chapters

Peter has a new boyfriend. Tony starts drinking again, for unrelated reasons.

• uranium heart; by spqr, M, 11´3k, oneshot

It’s probably better, Peter thinks, that he doesn’t know who his soulmate is. He wouldn’t want to lie to them about Spider-Man, but he doesn’t think he’d be able to tell them the truth, either. Not when he knows it would make them a target for every villain who wants a piece of him.

When he has enough free time to feel sorry for himself, he thinks about how lonely he is and how much he wants someone to talk to--just talk to. But he doesn’t really have that much free time. And anyways, there are thousands of lonely people in New York. Peter’s nothing special.

• another life; by InColor (@incolorwrites), E, 9’3k, oneshot

Tony comes back to a world where everyone's moved on without him.

Peter helps.

• secret santa, baby; by orphan_account, E, 17´3k, 5/5 chapters

Tony never intended to become Peter's Secret Santa. He just sort of stumbles into it. But now that he is, he's going to take advantage of it. Tony's got one week to spoil the kid, one week until Christmas. He just has to make sure that his secret stays secret.

• your thoughts are my desires; by Sparcina (@zsparz), E, 6’2k, 4/4 chapters

Peter doesn't know that Tony can read his thoughts.

Alternatively: Tony gets intimately acquainted with Peter's fantasies feelings.

• peter parker, sexter extraodinaire; by Sparcina (@zsparz), E, 7’5k, 4/4 chapters

Apparently, sexting Mr. Stark by accident is a thing Peter does now. While touching himself. And Tony... Well, he probably shouldn't fantasize about Peter, but the kid's just too damn attractive and brilliant for his own good.

• just for tonight; by keenwonderlandcollector, M, 31’1k, 10/10 - cw: incest/father-son incest

While out at an exhibit, Peter gets into an awkward situation and pretends that Tony, his father, is actually his boyfriend. Tony goes along with it, and Peter soon finds himself enjoying it a little too much…

• from the bounty; by feyrelay (@feyrelay) & natureboy, E, 31’8k, 3/3 chapters

Tony’s eyes are always dark, but now there's almost no iris left. He looks hollowed out. There’s something terribly hungry there, despite the feast they've filled themselves on.

(20k words of food erotica foreplay and 13k words of porn)

• better than; by unsettled (@unsettledink), M, 40’6k, oneshot

Maybe there isn't really a fixed point where it starts, where any of it starts, nothing Tony can point to and say, there, there is where I made my mistake, there is where I could have stopped this, there is where I can stop it from happening again.

Maybe it shouldn’t have been something Tony tried to stop.

(or: the one where Tony is going to be responsible for once, okay? He is!)

• worth the word; by unsettled (@unsettledink), teen and up, 5’4k, oneshot

Valentine’s Day is not Peter’s favorite holiday by a long shot. And it’s not just because he’s a little jealous of everyone else showing off gifts from their partners.

But it’s still really nice that an unknown someone sent him a gift this year. Or two. Or— okay, this is getting out of hand.

• above and beyond; by unsettled (@unsettledink), E, 12’8k, oneshot - cw: incest/father-son incest

Trans Peter telling his dad that he’s never had an orgasm. And Tony eating Peter out until the boy’s oversensitive and crying out “dad” as he comes.

• still use work; by LearnedFoot (@learned-foot), E, 6’5k, oneshot

“In the spirit of scientific discovery,” Tony adds.

“Yeah, the spirit of scientific discovery, exactly.”

Or: Peter has a problem. Tony attempts to solve it. To be helpful, obviously. That’s the only reason.

• a familiar stranger; by Starker1975 (@starker1975), E, 132,1k, 21/21 chapters - cw: incest/father-son incest

Peter's tired of being single, but online dating scares him, so he creates a fake profile to scope out the playing field before fully committing. He isn't sure what to think when he sees his dad's profile on the app.

hope you like them as much as i did!

[shuckinbeanz]

warnings/notes: Tumblr decided to post this incomplete so I had to finagle it lmfao kudos to Google lens for copying the majority of this and saving me some grief. n don worry ur secrets w me nonny! 🥰 N E WAYZ 🥵 NSFW, I'm gonna say y'all are married here, Daddy kink, chubby gn reader, stretchmarks, squirting+overstim, standing full nelson, breeding kink if u squint, reader can get pregnant, Kats is so mean to you ab your insecurities (in a good way i promise) so degradation, dirty talk, teensy bit of thigh worship(partly me indulging myself bc i have thicc ones), some orgasm denial, praise kink with a little bit of humiliation kink if u squint, biting? soft nibbling more like, n mirror sex. Told in his POV kinda bc who doesn't love a King who's head over heels for his s/o--it gets wonky at some point im sorry 😭

I'M FINALLY DOONE 😭😭

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You were doing it again. Prodding at the dips of your stretch marks morosely. And quite frankly it was pissing him off. He knew that look from ten miles away. He knew what your deep sigh meant, and he'd be damned if you do it again. Having enough of glaring daggers your way because you stubbornly kept your current mindset-one insecurity after the other-he resorted to picking you up, princess style.

"Kats!" you gasp, your rambling about how heavy you were going in one ear and out the other as he carried you straight to the bedroom with one thing on his mind; dealing with your insecurities the best way he knows how, by fucking them out of you.

"I'm a Pro, sweetheart. Carrying ten of ya is an everyday thing for me, so nice try, dumbass." he throws you onto the comforters, making you squeal in surprise.

You huff and squint at him as you sit upright, glaring your cute little glare as he readies the mirror. "What are you doing?" you finally ask, offended he brought you into its reflection to the point of near tears. "I'm huge," you start as he makes the strides towards you, "I'm ugly, I don't wanna see m'smff--" cutting you off by firmly planting his palm under your chin and squishing your pretty cheeks. Your pretty hues go wide, your pupils dilating at his stern look, a flush painting your features.

You were gonna get punished.

"We'll see how long you keep this up. Stop being a fuckin' brat." he gives you a meaningful squeeze before releasing you. "Now strip." he commands, and you shake your head before opening your mouth to speak.

"Strip, or that's another one to the dumpster." he seethes, eyeing what you wore as he settled beside you. You wisely clamp your mouth shut, immediately springing into action, knowing his habit of ripping your favorite clothes to shreds. While the money he makes can fill your closet with new ones, you preferred the ones you've worn down.  "Not so hard, now, is it, sweetheart?" he rasps warmly, a stark contrast to his earlier demeanor. "Now, c'mere." he coos, beckoning you over when you've removed the last article of clothing, and you disobediently stay where you are. "Don't make Daddy say it twice, toots." he warns you, making your breath hitch as you squirm in place.

Katsuki is a patient man for his spouse. After several moments you eventually begin to cave, and you inch towards him. He pats his lap, watching you fiddle with your fingers apprehensively. "What did I say?" a growl escapes him, and you begin to stutter, your beautiful face much more lurid in hue; of embarrassment, shame, and arousal.

"Y-Yes, Daddy..." a meek affirmation escapes you as you turn around and hesitantly take your seat, gasping as he all but grabs them plump, pretty hips, and pulls them down onto his lap.

He purrs in satisfaction, his large hands engulfing your plush thighs. "There we go. Atta sweetheart." he praises, groping and massaging them. "I wouldn't've married ya if I didn't like everything you had to offer." he starts. "You know me, sweetheart, yeah?" giving them a particularly firm squeeze. "Yeah?" he repeats firmly when you hesitate, his voice making you nod.

"The juicier, the better." he says, pressing them together. "Press these babies t'gether after a li'l TLC, makes a mighty fine cocksleeve. Nice and slippery, drives me up the wall every damn time, never fuckin' fails." he rasps in your ear, making you squirm. "And here?" he lifts one of his hands to grope your stomach, making you jolt. "Here, I stake my fuckin' claim." "Kats--" "Would prefer t'do it inside, turn you into my pretty li'l cumdump, keep you stuffed full of my kids." he interrupts you, thumbing up your inner thigh, stopping just short of your sex.

He revels in your whimper, in the flush that grew to the tips of your ears and down your neck, creeping towards your shoulders. "Can turn 'em info earmuffs, too." he squeezes your thigh, the hand on your stomach traveling up to fondle your chest.

"These here are just the cherry on top, sweetheart." he says, flicking one of your nipples, making you gasp. He scoots back, holding onto you to keep you in his lap. "See that mirror? I'll have ya yellin' how pretty you are by the end of this, and that's a fuckin' promise. Daddy doesn't go back on his promises." he tells you as he manhandles you into a more comfortable position with ease, paying special attention to groping at your tummy and thighs-the areas you were most insecure about.

He'd have those thoughts long gone before he's done with you, your pretty little head filled only with him.

He takes your hands, first guiding them to your plump pretty rolls. "Remember what I tell ya?" he asks, as he guides your hands lovingly across your body. Incoherent sounds escape you, and he hums encouragingly. "Little louder, toots." he tells you. You're silent for several moments, shyly speaking up.

"...like cinnamon rolls..." your voice comes out small as you lift your gaze to yours and his reflection in the mirror, cheeks painted the prettiest color. "Mmhm, and?" he rasps coaxingly in your ear.

"Y'could...gobble 'em up..." you go redder as his crimson eyes meet yours in the reflection, your own hues darting downward. "Damn right." he chuckles, giving a playful nibble to your neck, eliciting a soft gasp and shudder from you. "Can't convince me that's not what those bastards are fantasizin' when they stare at'cha a little bit too fuckin' long. Really pisses me off." he growls, "I like watchin' 'em bounce, too. They're for my eyes, only, yeah?" he tells you.

It was true. The hungry gazes you'd get from thirsty passerby was far from being a rarity or occasional, not that you didn't like it though. Your guard dog of a husband's protectiveness always did set a fire in your belly.

"And these?" he inquires, his large hands moving to your thighs, guiding them apart-but you stubbornly keep quiet. He bends, chuckling darkly. "Take your time, baby." he tells you, mouthing at your neck, his crimson hues dark and knowing. You try to avert your gaze, but one of his big calloused hands grips your chin, making you look back at the reflection, his other toying with your pulsing sex.

You wouldn't be able to keep it up much longer.

"Earmuffs..." you mumble shyly, trying to remember through the haze. "Th'juicier--th'better--" you gasp, unable to keep from squirming anymore as his finger teases your entrance. "Mhmm, and?" he encourages you, his voice husky in your ear.

"Ahh--oohh, Daddy, m'sorry--" you barely contain your moans, wriggling your hips a little, wanting nothing more than those thick fingers to fill you up.

“Don't be.” he tells you, his voice clear through the pulsing heat, “Don't be, baby.” he soothes. “From the crown of your head, down to your pretty little toes. Every fuckin’ inch, gorgeous.” he tells you, inserting one finger.

“Ya like t’keep spoutin’ nonsense, about perfection, about who's deservin’ of what.” in goes another as he continues-really, he’s too perfect for you-curling his fingers only just a tad, not quite enough to quell the fire.

“This whole damn planet don't deserve you.” he moves his hand, fingers pulling out in a slow drag, curled up against your spongy spots, “You know damn well y'can't convince me otherwise, sweets.” he whispers in your ear. You moan at the sudden onslaught; large calloused fingers pumping in and out of your heat at a dizzying pace, his palm rubbing against your sex deliciously.

You find rhythm with him, bringing your hips up for more, wantonly humping his hand. It's not long before your husband's skillful fingers are coated with your slick, and your teetering on the brink of orgasm.

He knew exactly how to drive you crazy. His voice in your ear, the strong grip he had on your chin. His skillful fingers bringing you up, and up, and up-only to suddenly stop.

You whine and squirm, reaching down to get that high, only for your hands to be swat away, his large palm covering your pulsing heat. "What'd I say, baby?" he pants in your ear, voice husky. He was clearly enjoying this. You could feel his hard cock straining against his sweatpants, pressing up against the meat of your ass.

And if you were going to be honest, you were enjoying this, too.

"Daaaddddyyy~" you whine, high pitched and desperate, closing your legs. "Nuh-uh." he grunts, pulling one of your legs in the hook of his elbow. "What'd I say, toots?" he asks again.

"I'm big, an' ug-ghoooh!~" you try, with a hint of squirmy sass, quickly cut off by his fingers plunging into your needy heat again. "Nope. Wrong answer." he growls.

You keen his name, legs trembling as he ravages your spongy bits, knuckle deep. He slows to a drag just as you're about to reach your high. "Last time, what'd I say...?" he rasps in your ear. You squirm and hump his hand as best you can, face hot and head fogging over, frustrated tears starting to prick your eyes.

Adamantly, you try to shake your head with him holding your chin, squeezing your eyes shut so you wouldn't have to look at yourself in the mirror anymore.

Because he's convinced you, like all other times. You're perfect. At this point, you were only being stubborn, but you refused to admit it easily.

The moment his fingers leave your heat, though; all that crumbles. "Nooo!~" you release a high pitched whine. It crashes and burns, your sweet, sweet release seeming even further away.

" 'm pretty! 'm hot! 'm sexy, I--" your voice cuts off as he eases his thick fingers back in, where you needed them most. "What else, toots?" he asks, voice husky. "Got sexy curves!~ Thick n' warm n' jiggly!~ Oohh, yes, Daddy please, right there!~" you keen as his skillful fingers pick up the pace, scissoring you open. "Keep going." he commands you.

" 'm thighs!~ Stretchmarks, too, they--they look, oh fuck, Daddy, Daddy, 'm coming!~" you squirt all over his palm, shaking your hips against his hand as best you could, riding your high.

You go completely limp against him, panting harshly. Slowly, sensually, you feel that same hand travel around the curve of your ass and up your thigh.

When you feel him reach behind you, between your bodies, and pull down his sweats, you can't help the pleasant shudder that escapes you.

"Daddy, 'm legs're jelly, I can't--" you try weakly, but he shushes you. "There's positions for that, sweetheart." he pants softly in your ear as he manhandles you into position to take his throbbing, red-hot cock.

Your toes curl in delight at the stretch, his cock all but filling you up. He pulls you into a full nelson, "Daaadddyyyyyy!~" you squeal in surprise when he stands, impaling you just right, making your hole gush.

"Didn't tell ya t'stop, did I?" his hisses hotly in your ear. "Nhooh~" you moan. "Touch yourself." he commands, and this time, he doesn't have to tell you twice; you snake your hand in front of you and start stroking. "Wanna hear your pretty voice, c'mon." he grunts, his strong arms keeping you fully secure as he proceeds to use you like a pocket pussy.

"Dad~dy~ I'm!~"

You sing hot praise to yourself in the mirror, getting lost in your own little world as your husband bounces you on his fat cock, encouraged by his lewd praises. This goes on until you're fucked stupid-until he's made you cum at least twice all over the mirror.

Only then would he have mercy, cleaning you up and tucking you in.

The next time you'd wake up, he'd already have your favorites prepared. Really, he's such the perfect husband for you. <3

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Added Honenuki to the characters list you say?! I love him so much, such a dear. Would you be up for doing the SFW alphabet for him? Thank you and have a good one!

SFW Alphabet

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A: Affection - How affectionate are they? How do they show it?

He presses his nose gently against yours and either looks into your eyes or closes them. It depends on what is happening and what you do. It is the closest he can get to affection besides the typical hand holding and hugging.

B: Best Friend - What would they be like? How did it start?

He would be a great friend and very supportive of you. He is slightly afraid that you might leave him due to his appearances, but enjoy the friendship while it's still there.

C: Cuddles - Do they like it? How would they do it?

Yes, he loves affection. Most avoid him due to his appearances. He would wrap his arms around you and hold you close. He is warm.

D: Domestic - Do they want to settle? Cooking, cleaning?

Yes, he'd love to if you're serious about it. He can cook, and cleaning isn't an issue for him.

E: Ending - How would they end things if they had to?

He would cry. What did he do wrong? Was it his appearance? Was it something he said? If he was the one ending things, he would apologize and probably cry.

F: Fiance - Do they want to marry/when?

After a few months, if that's not too soon. If not, he can wait, but he'd love to marry you whenever you're ready.

G: Gentle - How gentle are they physically and emotionally?

He is very gentle physically, a stark contrast between his appearances and him. Emotionally, he is pretty sensitive, but he is trying his hardest to work on it.

H: Hugs

He holds you close, and he holds you as if he isn’t ever going to get the opportunity to do so again.

I: I Love You

He says it when he feels it's the right time to do so or if you beat him to it. Then, he'll say it after you do.

J: Jealousy - How jealous are they? What do they do?

It's not necessarily jealousy, more of an insecurity. He's afraid of losing you. He's clingy, but you'll hate him if he's too clingy, so he isn't. He's struggling here.

K: Kisses - What are they like? Where do they kiss?

Have you… Have you seen him? Nose to nose. That's the best you're getting. Maybe an occasional cheek rubbing on cheek, maybe? Then again, his teeth… So it really depends, but the nose “kisses” for sure.

L: Little Ones - How are they around children?

Wonderful, he makes sure that they're safe and having fun. He will join in on the fun if they want him to.

M: Mornings - How are mornings with them?

He's not exactly a morning person. Staying in bed until ten is great. It’s not too early but it's not too late.

N: Nights - How are nights with them?

Wonderful, if you're having difficulty sleeping, he has no issue giving you a massage to help you feel better.

O: Open - When would they reveal things? How open are they?

He reveals things as time goes on. It doesn't take very long for you to know him properly.

P: Patience - How easily angered are they?

He's not easily angered at all. You'd have a better chance at making him sad versus making him angry.

Q: Quizzes - How much do they remember about you?

He remembers everything you've ever told him. If it isn’t important, he'll forget about it and move on. However, things like your favorite color, movie, and routine he doesn't forget.

R: Remember - Favorite moment with you?

When you stood up for him when someone made a rude remark about his appearance. He was just going to ignore it. He was used to it. No one ever stood up for him. Yet you did. You cared for him and made him see just how much you really do care.

S: Security - How protective are they of you?

He's very protective but very open. He's not going to restrict you from doing anything. If you want to do something, do it. However, if someone's flirting with you, he'll step in and protect you.

T: Try - How hard do they try with dates, etc?

He's never gotten this far before. He does what he thinks he's supposed to do. Flowers on the table, gifts, and things like that. He doesn't know what else to do.

U: Ugly - Bad habits of theirs?

Staring. He thinks you're beautiful, staring at you because he likes the way that you look. Staring at someone who thought they had a chance with you. Staring because he knows his looks are terrifying, and they just might scare the person off.

V: Vanity - How concerned with their looks are they?

Very concerned, because he gets judged for not having lips. He’s judged for looking more like a skeleton than a person. There's nothing he can do about it, though. He just hopes that you like him for who he is, not what he is.

W: Whole - Would they feel incomplete without you?

Yes, you were the first person to actually care for him in a more than friends sort of way. He doesn't know what to do. You were the first and only person in his love life.

X: Xtra - A random headcanon about them?

He likes massages because it's the closest thing he can get to actual affection from another person.

Y: Yuck - What are some things they dislike?

Judgemental people, people who don't care for others. Things like that.

Z: ZZZ - A sleep habit of theirs?

He doesn't move much when he's asleep.

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│Identity Saga │Narrative Discourse (My Kid)

Identity Saga

When I first started the Identity Saga, right after Infinity War, my main and primary desire was to build the relationship between Tony Stark and Peter Parker — knowing full well we'd never see it on the big screen (but not knowing just how badly TPTB would treat these two #theydeservedbetter) It's always great to jump into a fic where the foundations are pre-established with throw away lines, but I'd yet to see someone fully evolve their relationship step-by-step (and I can't blame a single soul for not taking up the task. It's *exhausting*, lmao.) And so, I set out to create a universe where the audience could witness the evolution of these two characters as they grow together into a strong bond.

It took two stories, about 600k words, and literal years spent laying down the narrative threads of "my kid." And of everything in this series, it remains my absolute favorite.

With the final installment about to begin, here's a brief recap of how we got there.

Identity Theft │ Chapter 1: Prologue

“Oh my god, Mr. Stark, this is like, the coolest thing ever!”

Tony rolled his eyes and rubbed his forehead, a tension headache quickly brimming behind his eyeballs.

“I know, kid. You’ve said that about thirty-six times now.”

“No, no no, it’s not that, it’s just…" Peter held the helmet in his hands as if it were gold, his eyes bright and wide, and his feet bouncing with excitement. "Dude, this is the coolest thing ever!”

Tony could feel his eyes roll to the back of his head. If he looked hard enough, he possibly  could've seen his own brain — throbbing with the growing headache that caffeine may or may not fix.

Excitement was always an element the kid brought along with him, anytime Tony invited him along to work in the lab. And as exhausting as it was to deal with, there was no denying how the unbridled glee managed to always brighten his otherwise sour mood.

But while he wasn’t necessarily expecting an in-depth discussion regarding the scientific findings on his latest project, he also wasn’t expecting a broken record to play on repeat. The kid was usually better than that.

Usually. 

“You say the word ‘coolest’ and ‘thing’ and ‘ever’ one more time Parker... " Tony massaged his forehead harder. "And I assure you this will be the last time you and DUM-E get to play patty-cake together.”

Peter’s head snapped up like a broken rubber band, and slowly, he put the helmet back down on the work desk below him.

“Wha-why-what…no. No, I want to — I just thought…” he repeatedly cleared his throat and nervously straightened his back. “Okay, so, I gotta know…how did you get the holographic chip to store facial data recognition?”

Tony scoffed, mildly amused. “Jesus kid, that’s the best question you can come up with? That part was borderline child's play.”

“Yeah, well, no, it’s just —” Peter stumbled over his words, scooting his stool closer to where Tony sat. And then closer after that. “Facial recognition typically uses bio metrics for its body measurements and calculations, to—to you know, refer to metrics related to human characteristics, but its used in access control, never memory stored control. And I can’t imagine a simple storage unit could hold all this information and relay it back to the recognition program in time to provide results, so…" Peter finally took a breath, "how'd you do it?"

Tony hummed, giving a short and sharp nod. If there was one thing he could always count on, it was that Parker could talk his head off when it came to science. And while he had days where he doubted supplying the kid with so much technology to support his vigilante heroism — six months ago, for example, when the Ferry Incident was still fresh in his mind — it was moments like this that renewed his confidence in the young lad.

He wouldn't admit it aloud, but it made him proud.

Or some mutated form of the emotion he hadn't quite figured it out yet.

Identity Theft │ Chapter 7: New Kid On the Block

A beat passed by before he looked over at Tony, a mixture of realization and recognition written across his features.  

“Son of a gun,” Steve muttered. “I think he’s right.”

“Wanda, Vision, you’re dismissed," Tony ordered, shooing his hand in their direction. "Retreat to the Quinjet and stay there. We can’t add any more fuel to this fire.”

The two didn’t need any further instructions. Vision flew Wanda and himself up into the sky, the back door of the jet already open with Natasha awaiting them.

Hovering out the door, she looked down at the scene below.

“Need backup now?” she asked, stepping aside as the two entered the aircraft.

“Yes.” Tony tilted his head to the side. “Parker — get over here.”

“Peter, up here first,” Natasha’s voice butted in.

Steve grabbed Tony's arm. “What are you—”

“Who knows what this atrocity can reflect back at us,” Tony interrupted him, and fast at that. “Do we really want a fifteen-foot tall walking rock wall with Captain America’s strength?”

“I dropped an areobridge on that kid. I saw him lift twenty-five tons," Steve mentioned, a hard shake of his head mixed with his words. "If his strength isn’t equal to mine, it’s better. You’re just giving this creature the advantage by bringing him into the fight.”

Tony's lips pursed with a smile. “Not with the idea I have in mind.”

Steve didn’t have a chance to argue. Peter had already shot two webs onto the Quinjet and pulled himself into the air, landing inside and next to Natasha with a visible thud.

They watched on the ground as the two exchanged a brief conservation. Natasha's fingers pointed at Steve and Tony all while Peter shrugged with a sincerity that could be seen down far away.

Ultimately, Peter dove out of the jet, a web sticking to the side as he lowered himself down to the island.

Peter landed gracefully in a squatting position, a single palm balancing himself on the ground.

“What was that about?” Tony furrowed his brows and pointed up to the jet.

“She, uhm, she…” Peter stood up, shrugging intently. “She wanted to make sure I was good coming over here. That's all.”

Tony’s face fell flat. His dumbfounded expression was all too visible with his Iron Man mask open. His eyes darted back and forth as he took in what he was told, his scowl growing more intense with realization.

“Romanoff, do not baby my kid!”

His stern warning was immediately cut short as he realized what he'd said.

And if he happened to not realize it, the look from Steve would've made him realize it.

“I mean — you know what I —" Tony clenched his teeth tight. "Damn it!”

There was silence over the comms. Only the honking traffic, roaring monster, and engines from the aircraft filled the space between.

Even Sam didn’t dare to joke.

Peter stood awkwardly in front of the two, his large mechanical eyes blinking more than a few times.

Steve cocked an eyebrow, and the corners of his lips twitched.

“You do what you want, Stark,” Natasha’s voice finally came through. “We’ll be patrolling the skies.”

If it were possible, Tony’s cheeks began to reflect his red Iron Man armor, his gloved hands rubbing at his forehead despite the pressure the metal put on his bones. It was only when a loud roar and gust of wind hit them — knocking Tony and Steve back and Peter forward — that he refocused his attention.

“Tony.” Steve stumbled to his feet. “You have a plan?”

Identity Theft │ Chapter 11: Avengers Disassembled

There was a pause.

Steve looked down to the coffee cup on the table, watching as the mess began to leak driblets onto the ground. One drop at a time, creating a small puddle on the marble floor. A mess that somebody, at some point, would need to clean up.

“You called him your kid.” Steve forced his eyes away from the dripping coffee, back to where Tony sat. His head tilted to the side, just narrowly. “Last week…out on the island…you called him your kid.”

The coffee kept dripping.

Tony barely craned his head around to look at Steve — close enough now that if he wanted to take a seat next to him on the couch, he could. If Tony hadn't been so confused, he would've made a run for the other sofa. Or jump straight down the stairs, need be. Whatever it meant to get Steve away from him.

Curiosity always did win when it came to Stark's. And Steve's out-of-the-blue comment was just enough to grab his attention.

"Your point?" Tony made a face that was caught between insulted and perplexed, and something else he was too tired to figure out.

Steve found himself leaning against the armrest of the sofa, slowly, enough that the movement didn't jostle the man sitting there.

“Tony…” Steve started to say. “Was he actually your son —?”

“No!” Tony's eyes were wide enough to fall onto the floor. Jesus, if that didn't get him to sober up quickly. "Christ, no, I didn't have — no!"

He definitely needed to go heavier on the whiskey. Tony brought a hand to his forehead, not realizing it was wet with coffee until it smeared against his temple. He cursed under his breath, rubbing the back of his hand roughly against his jeans before returning to a halfhearted temple massage.

This was exactly the shit he'd been worried about with Parker. Rumors, speculation, tabloid garbage nonsense that would spread like wildfire — this was part of why he wanted to keep Peter secret from the team.

A scoff shook his back. So much for that.

Despite Tony's outburst, Steve still seemed wary. His head tilted further to the side, his confusion deepening. All the more visible underneath the lack of sleep that coated his features.

It was a tired Captain America that Tony took pity on. His confusion was no different than Bambi on a dewy morning, lost and looking for answers. Glancing over at Steve — really looking at him — and Tony didn't understand how even the blues of his eyes had deepened with that confusion. It was almost enough to make him scoff again — because of course Rogers could pull off the Bambi eyes when he wanted to.

Screw it. It didn't matter now. It didn't matter what the team knew and what they didn't know.

It wasn't like Peter was around to worry about anymore.

"He wasn't...he wasn't my kid, no," Tony let out that scoff after all. "He’s been — he was— hanging around here. A lot. More often than I probably should have let him.”

Tony adjusted himself on the sofa, attempting to straighten his back in a way that would evoke poise they both knew he didn’t have right now. The sip of coffee he took only further deteriorated that attempt. The hand holding his mug began to tremble with the liquid he hadn't consumed in ages.

Identity Theft │ Chapter 14: Haste Makes Waste

Sam turned back to Steve, reluctantly, holding his stare for a minute. When he finally backed down, it was with a huff. So audible it may as well have been the thing that pushed his chair away.

He reached for it and rolled it back behind him, answering Steve only with a firm nod and a tight purse of his lips.

Any other day, and Tony would have said he was pouting. He may have even thrown out a joke, no different than Clint.

But the energy for jokes was energy he didn't have. And no amount of guzzling caffeine was going to fix that. Especially not after losing four vital team members on the impromptu to rescue mission that he still struggled to wrap his head around.

“Tony —”

The sound of his name cut through his thoughts like a bulldozer. Tony whirled around, his eyes springing wide open right as Steve open his mouth to speak.

“Hell no!” Tony practically yelled, viciously shaking his head at the very concept of Rogers benching him. “You don’t have a say in this one, Cap. I’m there. End of story." When Steve parted his lips to speak — a second attempt, at that — Tony trampled right over him. "I have a suit roaring to go, one that’ll kick them off their feet even with that damn nanite mist." Tony lowered his gaze with a fierceness reflecting back at Steve. Unmistakable as it crossed into his every facial feature. "I’m getting my kid back.”

Whatever Steve had tried hard to say was suddenly lost on his tongue. He sat quiet, his lips sealing shut after many attempts at getting his words out. His expression got caught somewhere between stunned and mild awe.

It didn’t go unnoticed that Tony called Peter ‘his kid’ again. Yet not even Clint dared to tease him about that.

“I...wasn’t going to argue with you over that,” Steve needlessly said, finding himself unable to hide the smile that tugged at the corner of his lips. “I wanted to make sure you had a plan before we attacked.”

Tony's gaze let up, slightly, just enough that the tension he felt wasn't bulging every muscle on his body. Quick to notice the attention he had drawn on himself, he opted to roll his eyes was exaggeratedly as possible.

“You know me, Rogers," Tony drawled out, folding both arms firmly over his chest. "My plan is to attack."

Identity Theft │ Chapter 16: Smoke and Mirrors

Almost robotically, Steve stepped to the side. Tony wouldn’t turn his back to him, he absolutely refused. His arm stayed gestured out, insisting that the man take the lead. He could have sworn he heard a scoff when they finally started walking; it was hard to say, the blood rushing in both ears made his hearing muffled.

Tony stayed directly behind him, his fingers digging into his palms, scratching the metal of his armor. They walked down the hallways in the opposite way Tony had come from, opposite of the trail he was following.

Which meant at their pace and direction, they’d be rounding the back of the building.

‘He’ll either lead you to Peter or kill you first. Which do you think it is, Stark?’

With every step, each footstep they made, his breathing came in harder, his lips tightly pursed. Tony had enough experience with crazy maniacs to know this wouldn’t work for his benefit. Dmitri wanted him dead. Peter was a ploy, bait — innocent, goddamn bait.

Tony had reached his tipping point long before they had even entered the base. A devouring inferno of thoughts began to splinter him apart. He took Peter. He had Peter. He probably hurt Peter – innocent, wanted-nothing-more-than-to-please-everyone Peter. This son of a bitch had broken into his company, tried to steal his money, took his kid — 

His control broke, snapping like a weak twig. Self-restraint gone with the wind, willpower lost in the heat of the moment, Tony charged forward.

The man whipped around as Tony yanked at his arm. “Ah-ck! Tony, what the hell are you —!”

Tony grabbed him, slamming him violently into the nearest wall.

“Tony, what —!”

Tony grabbed the side of the impostor’s face and smashed his head against the wall — once, twice, and then a third time. The light from his helmet barely illuminated the blood that trickled down from the bastard’s forehead. When he finished, Tony had the man’s hair clenched between his fingers, ensuring he wouldn’t move.

“Cap hasn’t worn those gloves since the battle of New York in 2012.” Tony pressed his face harder against the wall, the man’s cheek smothered against the damp metal. “Where the hell is my kid, Dmitri!?”

Tony couldn’t remember a time he spoke with such venom. His rage was a wicked tornado, building inside him, ready to cause destruction in its path. The blond hair stayed gripped in his hand, and he found himself squeezing harder when the sick fuck began to laugh — a light, airy chuckle falling between them.

Tony whipped Dmitri’s head back and —

WHAM!

Identity Theft │ Chapter 17: Grace Under Pressure

Tony had gotten halfway across the base when the damage to his Iron Man helmet finally pushed him over the edge. He ripped it off with a frustrated growl.

“Goddamn piece of junk.” His fingers dug deep into the device, tearing apart the lining and tossing it aside. He didn’t care about being gentle, the jagged, metal edges cutting deep into his exposed knuckles. He was already wasting time, the distraction of the broken helmet doing him no favors.

Within the eye-sockets, he grabbed the wires that contained two tiny LED lights and yanked them out. At least now he could be free of the dented helmet. The metal had been so caved in from his fight that it was putting pressure on his skull.

Tony smacked his palm against his chest, embedding the lights to his armor. The moment they attached, he resumed his search. There wasn’t any time to spare.

It didn’t take him long to find the trail of blood he'd initially been following. He couldn’t tell which way he headed in the base — left, right, south, north — all he knew was that he planned to follow the crude pathway until it gave him answers. His energy was fed by anger so intense, so hot that it starved away his undeniable anxiety.

When the smeared blood took a curve into an open room, Tony half expected to be led down another hallway. He instead came to a startling halt at the entrance. To his surprise, the room was a dead end. It was just that — a room.

What caught his attention was the reflection of Captain America’s shield, the red and blue standing out from the dreary darkness around them. It was directed right at him, attached to Steve’s back, telling him that the man was facing forward. Tony squinted, realizing that Steve’s attention was clearly focused on something — or someone — important.

He stood frozen in the doorway, listening intently to the sounds from within. The voice was so quiet he almost didn’t catch it.

Almost.

“Stay with me, soldier,” Steve spoke softly, his tone more delicate than Tony had ever heard it before. “Easy now, I got you, son.”

Tony furrowed his brows. It was the only part of him that he could feel move, his nerves paralyzing the rest of his muscles.

But he knew couldn’t have stood there long; Steve’s instincts kicked in quickly, his head turning over his shoulder when his presence was noticed.

He never said anything. It was probably for the best, Tony wasn’t sure if he would have heard him to begin with. Not over the pounding of his heartbeat, the blood rushing through his ears. Steve moved, just ever so slightly that both their flashlights gave sight to —

“Peter.” Tony’s breath lodged in his chest.

The kid was slumped forward, only held upright by the metal straps around his arms — Tony balked, they had him bolted against the wall. He was too far away to see if Peter’s eyes were open or not. It was too dark to see if he was even breathing, the intrusive thought making his stomach churn.

But he was there. No mind tricks, no sick psycho taking on his identity, it was him — Peter.

His kid.

Identity Theft │ Chapter 18: Homecoming

They were millimeters away from smashing through two automatic doors, moving faster than the technology could keep up with. Doctors, nurses, and techs poured through, squeezing in, some pushing each other aside as they rushed alongside the gurney.

Tony went to follow. His jaw clenched with a searing need to be involved, to be as close as he possibly could, to never lose sight of his kid ever, ever again.

Just as the doors were closing, a man stepped in front of him, latex gloves pressing heavily against his chest.

“Mr. Stark,” he started, “you can’t go in there.”

Tony shook his head, eyes staring past him and into the other room. “I have to — he’s my —”

“You can’t,” he firmly repeated.

The noise across from them seemed to increase, words mixing with obnoxious beeping and alarms that made his ears hurt.

Tony swallowed hard. “I need to —”

“You’re not sterile. You’re not even clean,” the man explained. “I need to ask that you leave.”

“No, I... I—”

“Mr. Stark.” His hand pushed harder, his voice more strict. “Back down.”

Tony didn’t have the time to argue. The man retreated, rushing away. Though in Tony's head he screamed mind to follow, his feet stayed glued to the ground, and he wasn’t sure what made him stay. He wasn’t the type of person to take orders, but this wasn’t about being submissive.

This was about knowing where his place was, what help he could and couldn’t provide.

He had done his part. He got Peter home, they completed their mission, now he needed to let his staff do the job he paid them for. He wasn’t any use in there.

It was out of his hands now.

Identity Theft │ Chapter 20: Family Ties

Clint sighed, knowing that was an understatement. In such a short time Wanda had formed a connection with Peter that everyone but himself was taken aback by.

Clint, however, saw it coming a mile away. Peter had filled a hole she had since she left Sovokia, and it was apparent why.

His grip tightened around the mug’s handle. “He reminds her a lot of her brother.”

“Reminds her?” Sam huffed wryly. “She’s practically taken on the role of his big sister.”

Rhodey didn’t look up from his screen as he said, “Then that makes you the annoying big brother.”

“Psh, whatever.” Sam waved him off. “Brother means I’m young. Old-man over here is pretty much the dad.”

Clint scoffed and set his coffee mug down in the kitchen sink. “Oh hell no. That’s all Stark. If anything, I’m the cool uncle.”

No one argued with his statement. Distantly, Clint wondered if Tony himself would argue with it if he were there.

He shook his head at the thought. As a father himself, he knew a dad when he saw one, related by blood or not. Tony had clearly developed something more than a mentor relationship with the kid, and he could deny that until his face turned blue; they all knew better.

After all, Tony called Parker his kid twice in front of them. They may have not said anything, but they heard it. 

Of all the changes they had gone through this past year, seeing Tony fall into such a parental role was one Clint hadn’t expected. It was nice. Dare he say it, Clint felt more relatable to Tony now more than ever. The billionaire somehow seemed more human, more like the dad side of him that lived away on a farm taking care of his own children.

It was just a shame that everyone else noticed it before Tony did himself. Clint could only hope that after all this, the man would accept that it was okay to get close to someone, that he and the kid were a good fit for each other.

After all this, they deserved some happiness in their lives.

Identity Theft │ Chapter 26: Building Blocks

Tony did, however, look at Peter's hand. And as he stared at those hands, he noted the sudden bout of anxiety that riddled Peter’s nerves. It was hard not too; he had seen it in himself too many times before.

“Well, I think it was more than just chloroform. It made me...” The flood of shame and fear that tinted Peter's voice came and went before Tony could call him out on it. “They had me against the wall. I couldn’t break the bands and they said they were using some experimental metal to hold me —”

“Adamantium,” Tony finished, the words escaping his mouth before he could stop himself. 

Peter eagerly sat up. “Dude, how do you know all this?”

Tony gestured another open palm in the air, signaling for him to be patient.

“Keep going.”

Peter sighed. He leaned back against the bed, his right arm gently and loosely wrapping around his midsection in hopes it would quell the pain that blossomed there.

“Mysterio, he used this...this gas on me. My arms were pinned, I couldn’t get the gas mask off. I think it knocked me out for a while. It was...” Peter’s voice dipped low, quiet. "I kept hallucinating. It was scary.”

Peter ducked his head, cheeks reddening with what Tony assumed could only be embarrassment. He could feel his blood pressure rising a bit higher, his heart rate spiking in a way that made his left arm twinge and tingle.

He remembered back in Germany when Peter referred to a sixty-five-foot tall Ant-Man as ‘scary.’ Suddenly this held so much more weight. They drugged the kid — his kid.

Anger that Tony hadn’t felt in days suddenly surged through him with a renewed fire.

“I’m sorry, Pete,” he said, soft and sympathetic.

Peter nodded, staying quiet.

Identity Theft │ Chapter 29: Breaking the Cycle of Shame

“Tony?” Pepper’s voice seemed distant, but her hand was firm on his shoulder, grounding him to reality. “Tony, are you okay?”

Tony blinked, his every thought in high definition, his mind seemingly caught between then and now. The crisp white colors to his bed-sheets filled his vision, his eyes slowly coming into focus until eventually he could see even the finer crinkles from his own pillowcase.

The overhead lights to their bedroom were bright from above, harsh in comparison to the gently rising orange sun coming from the room’s window. Pepper’s warm body was settled next to his, a weight that dipped the mattress low.

“Hey...” she softly said, leaning further into his vision. “Another nightmare?”

Tony shook his head, his mouth dry, slacked open. His heart beat fast in his chest despite never having been jolted awake, never having woken up with a scream or a shout.

He slowly managed to sit up from his resting position on his side, the goosebumps that traveled up his arms razor sharp.

“No. It was...” Tony shook his head, his hand running down the length of his face. “I had a dream.”

There was a heavy silence that fell between them, the rhythm of Pepper sweeping her hand across his arm the only indicator that time still existed. The fluorescent lights from above began to dim away, allowing the sunrise from outside to cast a golden ray of copper hues into the room, bringing with it a brand new day.

He took a shallow breath in as she stared at him, exhorted him silently, softly and without any words.

“We had a kid,” Tony explained, swallowing hard. “It felt so real.”

Identity Crisis│ Chapter 9: Gray Area

“I’m not...not taking responsibility for my part in the argument with Peter. At the end of the day, he’s a teenager, and teenagers don’t like being told what to do, right? That’s not even a question, God knows I was the worst teenager to exist on this earth, hell, this universe. When compared to me, he can only go up. Way up.” Tony tossed his sunglasses down onto the bistro table, worried that if he kept waving them around in the air, he’d end up snapping them in half. “The argument wasn’t really the problem — it was, but it wasn’t. The thing is...I know what I said right before it happened. Before he got upset. It was like looking in a mirror, five years ago...having heard someone say alien.”

For a moment, neither of them said anything.

For the first time since talking, Tony looked May head-on, exposed eyes telling her everything she needed to know.

“Damn,” she muttered, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “So...what’s his alien?”

Tony blew a deep breath of air through his cheeks, the few napkins still lying on their table tossing onto the ground.

“I brought up the whole...kidnapped, shish-kebabed, nearly dying thing,” Tony said, his voice heavy. “And by the way he reacted, I think it’s finally catching up to him.”

Surprisingly, May kept a straight face at the news. She looked to the left where the traffic passed by, reaching for the stem of her mimosa glass only to decide against it. Her unease, though, was a dead giveaway as she tapped her heel relentlessly against the ground.

“He did have a great distraction over the summer,” she mentioned, managing a small shrug. “Between hanging out with the World Renowned Avengers and going on a tour of the country with you, he didn’t really have time to let anything sink in.”

Tony stared ahead, nodding his head with little feeling.

May uncrossed her legs, the tapping finally coming to stop. “We said it was going to happen sooner or later, right?”

The reality of the situation was alerting, trickling into his brain in ways that he failed to make sense of. Tony’s eyes darted back over to May, a line in his forehead forming at the stress of it all.

“Yeah, but...” he trailed off, unsure of what else to say. But it wasn’t supposed to be now? But I thought we were in the clear?

But I don't know how to navigate this?

He sighed, giving his head a small shake.

Identity Crisis│ Chapter 10: Something Wicked This Way Comes

Tony balked at him, and then at the others — none of whom came to his rescue.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” he exhaled, holding two hands high in the air with the sun from the skylights bouncing off his purple-tinted frames. “Exactly when did this turn on me?”

“It hasn’t,” Rhodey finally stepped in, albeit too casually for Tony’s liking. “It’s just...you’ve been a bit of a mother hen around him, don’t you think?”

His eyes widened to the point that not even his sunglasses could cover them anymore.

“Mother hen?” Tony echoed.

“Oh lord,” Sam muttered, rubbing at his forehead. “Here we go.”

Tony plowed right over him. “Last I checked, I’m not licking my feathers and sitting on eggs on day —”

“Tones...” Rhodey gently interrupted, “you yelled at the kid for forgetting to eat his breakfast.”

Tony’s reply was instant.

“He passed out.”

“Yeah,” Rhodey tensely tossed back, “and how many times did I drag your sorry ass to a doctor because you decided coffee was a great substitute for protein?”

“Hey, you just said this wasn’t about me —”

“It’s not,” Rhodey insisted. “It’s about Peter.”

“Yeah, Peter,” Tony repeated, tempered frustration lining his voice. “The same Peter who almost died a few months ago, the same Peter who we all thought was dead. The same damn Peter who I bought a casket for. Or am I the only one that seems to remember that? That is what started all this, after all.”

Natasha scoffed, eyes locked on the table in front of her. “It started something, all right.”

Tony placed two hands firmly on the table, leaning over and into Natasha’s space until they were nearly face-to-face.

Natasha didn’t so much as flinch when she looked up at him.

“Mother hen,” she pressed, “take a breather. Come off those eggs every now and then.”

Tony stood up straight, swiveling his head around to lock eyes on every team member in the room. None disputed Natasha, instead choosing to stay quiet — some with heads bowed low like Bruce.

Tony pointed his thumb to his chest, grounding his teeth together. “You guys got a problem with how I’m handling my kid?”

“No one has a problem, Tony,” Steve chided, hands in the air placaintingly. “Just...be careful. We all see how hard you’re trying with Peter. But the more you try to pull him closer to you, the further you may end up pushing him away. Trust me, I’m seeing it happen with —”

One look from Tony and Steve immediately got the hint.

The name still wasn’t welcomed.

“...someone else,” he opted on saying.

The lack of anyone running to his aid was more than enough for Tony to realize they all felt the same way.

Traitors, he figured. Every last one of them.

He sighed so loud it blew cookie crumbles off the table, shrugging so dramatically his arms felt disconnected from the rest of his body.

Identity Crisis│ Chapter 15: Slithered Here From Hell

Tony managed a deep breath, pocketing his cell away in his blazer. He didn’t want to entertain the question with answers. Instead, he turned back to Clint, the archer noticeably softening despite his discontent with the role assigned.

“FRIDAY will automatically pull any suspicious footage off their records,” Tony explained. “But if you see anything that feels off, you’ll —”

“Tell you. Yeah, I got it, Tony.” Clint dropped his arms down to his side, pocketing his hands deep into his jean pockets. He stared down Tony with curiosity, a look of both concern and uncertainty reflecting in his eyes. “What I don’t get is what you plan to do with Norman while Nat hacks their servers for answers. The man doesn’t exactly seem like the type for tea and biscuits.”

It was quiet for a long moment before Tony carefully spoke up.

“I have some things I’ve been wanting to get off my chest.” Tony’s voice grew hoarse, tired. Months of secretly fighting against a conglomerate had started to wear on him, and they weren’t even close to winning yet. It took everything he had to keep going. “Now’s a good time as ever for good ‘ol Normie to listen.”

The piercing hum bouncing off the walls of the room seemed to intensify, combining with both the electricity that ran off consoles and devices, and his racing heartbeat that sent a ringing through his eardrums. Tony straightened his blazer one last time, a deep sniff pushing back any anxiety that began to rise in his nerves.

He had meant it. This was their one shot. And Tony wasn’t about to blow it, not now, not that so much was at stake.

Three weeks ago they had time, he could throw as many neglected subpoenas in OsCorp’s face as he wanted and know that tomorrow would still exist for another chance.

Now? Whatever dirty experiments they were running — even after SHIELD shut them down, even after the government warned them to stop — it had gotten to Peter.

They had gotten to his kid.

All Tony needed was those documents in hand, Oz Formula or not. After that, there’d be hell to pay.

Identity Crisis│ Chapter 15: Slithered Here From Hell

“So, I ask again…” Norman furrowed his brows, hesitating before reclining back in the chair. “Why are you here?”

Tony raised his eyes to meet Norman’s burrowing stare, a smirk curling at the edges of his mouth.

“For the kids,” he boasted simply. “Who are we without them, am I right?”

Norman huffed a slight, dry chuckle, giving the smallest nods along the way.

“Ah, yes, the OsCorp Internship Program,” he preened, a crease between his eyes telling Tony he hadn’t fully fallen for the set-up. Still, he continued on. “You know, my son Harrison is second lead to running that program.”

Tony adjusted himself in his seat, hoping the movement hid the eye-roll he was unable to stop himself from giving.

“I’m sure you’re very proud,” he acknowledged flatly.

Norman nodded, eyes settling, skin pulling tight in a few places.

“I recently became acquainted with an old friend of his,” he began to say, the pause that followed heavier than the stare he proceeded to give. “I think you know him — Peter Parker?”

The sound of the name assaulted Tony like a thousand pounds of shrapnel blasting through his chest cavity, hitting him harder than a bomb blowing through the fragile windows of an undersea bunker. He could feel the blood rush out from his face, his skin growing cold, his heart losing rhythm.

It was too much not to let Norman on, to not shoot glaring daggers his way — let him know that even speaking that name was a cardinal sin that could never be forgiven.

If his facade faltered in the second that passed, it wasn’t for lack of trying.

“The name is familiar, yes.” Tony's jaw tightened threateningly, a sound akin to a growl nearly escaping his throat.

Norman’s lips twisted into a small smile. Tony fought the urge to punch it right off his face.

“Very intelligent young man. Guided by the right hands, he could do wonders. Take this company right underneath me some day, assuming my son doesn’t do it first.” Norman’s tone was enough to have Tony grinding his teeth — lighthearted, interested, fascinated. Thrilled. He looked at Tony, really looked at him, hiding nothing beneath his features. “I tried getting him enrolled in the OsCorp Internship, but he unfortunately declined.”

“Sorry to break your heart,” Tony’s voice dipped dangerously low, raw and strained despite his best efforts. “He’s already in one.”

Tony made a face, something he was sure looked less impressionable than what he wanted. It was hard to stay neutral in the conversation. Less than six hours ago he discovered Peter’s impromptu, unapproved trip to OsCorp had resulted in something happening that could very well be poisoning him — or worse.

Now, in the same day, he managed to find out that Norman himself had made contact with the kid.

His kid.

Who, when all this was said and done with, would be getting a long lecture about hiding things from others. Like having a powwow with the man responsible for nearly killing them both, on multiple occasions.

Tony’s eyes briefly flitted away, a curse sitting on the tip of his tongue. He should’ve done more when he got that alert of Peter’s location in OsCorp. He knew then that trouble was afoot — he should’ve listened to his instincts.

“Mhm-hm.” Norman’s hum cut through the stifling silence. “I’m aware of his extra curricular activities. I looked into it — the Stark Internship.” He raised a single eyebrow. “Doesn’t exist.”

The words rang through the office like reverberating steel; harsh, frigid, striking a cord where it wasn’t wanted.

Things that had previously not added up in his calculations were suddenly growing crystal clear to Tony. Shinier than the near-empty glass of alcohol that sat discarded across from him.

“But other people…”

Peter hadn’t meant the Thompson kid at school.

He didn’t want that proof for himself.

Tony felt a sinking pit grow deep in his gut. Realization combined with hopeless understanding tore into his skin like a ravenous, feral beast, and his spine stiffened; a steel knife cutting straight into his windpipe.

Whatever Peter was keeping from him, whatever he was keeping secret — it was beyond them all at this point.

Tony could only hope that there wasn’t more he was hiding.

Identity Crisis│ Chapter 16: Web of Lies and Deceit

Tony rubbed his temples, his stock of patience quickly depleting.

“Up until an hour ago, the damn kid went off the grid,” he said, his attention falling back to his screen. “If Romanoff hadn’t dictated our destination when we clearly should have gone straight to Peter —”

“I talked some sense into you,” Natasha objected. “A superhero billionaire showing up to high-school right after a paranormal assault —”

“He’d be here.” Tony pursed his lips tightly. “Under our watch.”

“And you and him both would be prime suspect number one,” Natasha admonished.

“Yeah, okay, that —” Sam pointed a wagging finger in Natasha’s direction before quickly turning back to Tony, despite the man having his back to them all. “That mostly, but also — how’d he go off the grid if you’ve got a tracker in that panic watch of his?”

A growing headache had definitely bloomed into a full blown migraine, and this time, Tony couldn’t resist the eye roll that followed.

“It’s not a tracker unless he activates it.”

Steve’s response was instant. And firm.

“We know Peter’s home now.” With a deep breath, he adjusted his stance into a parade rest, hands locked tightly and securely behind his back. “We’re getting May Parker somewhere safe — he’ll be alone, we won’t have to worry about anyone else getting hurt. And until we figure out a plan, Clint’s got an eye on him. This is lining up to be in our favor. Like Tony said...we just have to act, and fast.”

The tension in the room didn’t ease. If anything, it grew.

Tony hung his head, rubbing dangerously hard at the knot forming along his neck. Things had gone from zero to sixty in an instant; he swore the tension in his shoulders was from the whiplash of it all. There had to be something he missed, something he failed to notice earlier.

The reflection of the screen could be seen along the glass surface the computer desk. Heavy as it felt, Tony lifted his head. Dread coiled tightly in the pit of his stomach, realizing with a sickening feeling that it simply didn't matter anymore. The how’s or why’s or when’s — the answers would need to come later.

First, he needed to help his kid.

From behind him, Natasha cleared her throat.

Tony craned his neck around, just as Steve broke free of his parade stance.

“Nat?” Steve stepped forward, brows furrowed. “What do you have for us?”

Identity Crisis│ Chapter 20: Parasite

Peter tried to stifle his cries, but each attempt left him shaking and gasping even worse than before. With each sob, Tony held him tighter, all but smothering him against his chest.

“I don’t — I don’t remember it.” Peter’s voice was muffled against the confines of Tony’s shirt. Still, Tony understood. “I don’t – I know I did bad things, I —! I know I hurt — hurt people, I —! I just...I don’t remember it, I swear. Mr. Stark, I swear, I don’t —!”

“I believe you.”

It was the truth. As God honest as Tony could ever be, the words slipping from his mouth without a single beat giving him a second to consider what was said.

It was the truth. And he felt ashamed he couldn’t say it sooner.

Tony pulled Peter away, hands cupping his cheeks and the smear of liquid that stained them. Tears had lightened the blood but also smudged it further along his face. Tony took his thumbs and moved what he could out of the way, his eyes never once straying from Peter.

“I believe you.” Tony eyes locked onto Peter’s so forcefully, that he couldn’t look away even if he had wanted to.

Tony needed that. He needed Peter to see the transparent honesty on his face, to know more than anything that he’d go to hell and back if it meant keeping the kid safe.

His kid.

Nothing would change that. And damn the universe for trying.

“We’re going to fix this, understood?” Tony insisted, intending to sound comforting but missing the mark completely. It had never been his specialty.

Peter stiffened, his whole body growing rigid in Tony’s grasp. The firmness in his voice must’ve been enough to trigger something, as his eyes averted and he moved to get away. Brows creased deeply and his gaze shot down, almost looking shameful.

He wasn’t having it. Tony rounded back on him — refusing to let go of him for even a second.

“Peter,” he started, staunchly. “I’m going to fix this. That’s a promise. One I intend to keep.”

Identity Crisis│ Chapter 26: Collateral Damage

“OsCorp monstrosity — up here!”

In the sky, Tony didn’t hesitate to shoot again. And again. Each repulsor blast kicking up dirt, leaving holes in its wake. Tearing up the ground with a vengeance.

A shrill cry of rage told him he’d pissed off the damn thing.

Tony pursed his lips and aimed his repulsor down below. Good.

“Why don’t you get the hell...” he slowly descended down, “off my kid!”

Peter shot his head up, his teeth barring in a snarl. The glisten of slime that regurgitated out of his mouth mirrored against the light from Tony’s arc reactor. The decaying matter steamed with brume as it fell down his chin.

“H͇e͍͕’̳͈̦s̲̹̥ͅsͫcc̯͇̫̾̄͌r̥̖̮̽̐͊ë̗̮́̓̉ͅa̟̭͐ͭͩͅm̟̥̌ͭm̠͙̑̐m͓̦̈́̆i̖̯ͭ͆n̰̽ǵ̺g̘͋ḡ̖…̘̼̦̠̺.̭̠͈͍.̳̤͈̠.̝̱̠.̦͖.̩͖.̺.̮" Peter’s lips were never seen moving underneath the pulsating excrescence. The voice didn’t come from his throat.“Y̽ȯu̇ ͐̿ẅ̂i͒́l͊ͮ̏l͆ͭ͒ t̒ͮ͐̓oͮ̀̓̈́o͗ͫͤ̾o͑̊̏̆̏o͆͒ͥ̚̚.̭̠͈͍.̳̤͈̠.̝̱̠.̦͖.̩͖.̺.̮"

Tony grounded his teeth, a blaze of rage following the next blast of repulsor that lit up the jungle. The electricity burned as it made contact with the symbiote, small pits of fire quickly lighting the grass up in flames.

Tony didn’t stop.

He wouldn’t stop.

Couldn’t stop.

Not until he had Peter back.

Identity Crisis│ Chapter 27: Valley of the Shadow of Death

Tony spun around, his repulsor-gloved fist landing squarely in Steve’s jaw.

The impact was enough to send Steve stumbling back.

Tony didn’t look back at the damage he’d cause. Not even as Steve smeared the back of his hand against the blood that stained his lips.

He made it five long strides down the hall before Bruce purposefully stepped in his way.

“Tony,” Bruce started, both hands outright — the syringe stayed tucked in his shirt pocket. Tony looked at him as if he’d lost his goddamn mind. “You need to calm down —”

“Sedate yourself, Banner,” Tony murmured, pushing him aside — and using little to no effort to do so. “I’m getting my kid back.”

Suddenly, two hands clawed at the back of his shirt. Tony cursed as Steve spun him around for the umpteenth goddamn time, nearly ripping his shirt right off.

“It won’t be Peter, Tony!” Steve stressed, clenching the material of his shirt against his shoulders, desperate to ground him back to reality. “You know that! You know that thing will kill everyone — you know Peter wouldn’t want that!”

There was something raw in his voice that took Tony’s breath away. Steve’s eyes were locked on his, fiercely unmoving.

The blue in them was burning.

“He’s gone, Tony,” Steve stressed, hands still grasping the front of his shirt, using it to shake Tony hard enough to rattle his teeth. “He’s gon—!”

Identity Crisis│ Chapter 29: Rebirth

“Mr. Stark, why’d you…?” Peter’s mouth moved, but for a moment, no sounds came out. He tore his gaze away from his wrist, looking at Tony as he swallowed hard to get his tongue working again. “I mean...why’d you do all this?”

Tony quirked an eyebrow, high. “Do what?”

It wasn’t asked out of annoyance, it wasn’t even asked out of exasperation. It sounded more like Tony needed clarification — and rightfully so, Peter realized, as he played with the fringes of his blanket. Feeling disturbingly vulnerable.

It wasn’t a matter of what Mr. Stark had done for him. It was a matter of what he hadn’t done.

Gave him a suit, gave him a means to be Spider-Man. Went against SHIELD to rescue him from a bunker under the sea — barely months after the Accords were dismantled, barely months after the Avengers were already on thin ice with the agency that oversaw their superhero doings.

Gave him a means to train, to hone in his abilities. Gave him a second home.

Never gave up on him.

Not even when he yelled, said hurtful things, did hurtful things. Not even when things were at their bleakest did he ever give up on Peter. Not even when Peter felt like giving up on himself.

“You went…” Peter didn’t realize his throat had grown tight until he had to force out his next words, “you went way out of your way for me.”

Little crumbles of wool piled up beneath Peter’s fingers as he picked at the edges of the blanket.

“That’s an odd way of saying thank you for saving my life, but I’ll take it,” Tony jested, a weathered smirk pulling at his lips.

Peter wasn’t able to find the same humor in everything.

“I mean, you didn’t have to…” Peter slammed his mouth closed, unsure of what to say that would do the situation justice. Words just weren’t suited for this. “You didn’t have to...do...all that.”

Luckily for him, Tony was fluent in Nervous-Peter-Parker talk. He understood the unspoken long before Peter had said a thing.

“Oh yes, we sure did,” he tossed back. “A sentient abomination pummeling Hulk twenty floors down a Vibranium building? Fortunately for you, that’s an Avengers level threat.”

Peter’s eyes briefly grew wide at the mention of the Hulk. He’d come back around to ‘pummeled through a Vibranium building’ another time. There was only so much even his brain could absorb at one given time, towering IQ or not.

“Well, yeah, but…” Peter shook his head to clear away the shock. “I mean...you didn’t have to...you could have —”

“Eliminate the threat?” Tony shook his head right back at him. “Not in a million years.”

Peter made a face — if he came off as insulted, it was beyond his control. The confusion had him by the reins and held him tighter than the grip he had on the blanket beneath him. If his hand squeezed any harder, the wool would combust into a million little fibers.

“Venom killed people,” Peter’s voice grew dark, rueful. “I killed —”

“You didn’t touch a soul.”

The moment Peter heard Tony speak, all of the air swept from his lungs. There was a firmness in his voice, so hard and powerful that Peter was sure he never never, ever heard the man speak in such a way.

“That wasn’t you,” Tony insisted, not sounding like he was trying to convince Peter — not even sounding like he was trying to convince himself.

Rather, he spoke the facts. Talking as if the sky were blue and the grass was green.

There was a lot about Mr. Stark that Peter had yet to learn, but there was one thing he always knew — long before he ever met the man. If Tony Stark said something was true...it was true. The sky was blue and the grass was green.

Still.

“You didn’t have to…” Peter’s eyes flittered away. “You could’ve let SHIELD take me. Or the government. You could’ve...done it yourself.” Peter decided eliminate the threat didn’t need to be said twice. But it still rung in his head, even as his eyes drifted up to meet Tony’s. “Why?”

Peter found himself looking at Tony’s injured arm, where his hand was gloved and a sleeve made of technology covered the limb from fingers to shoulder. The lights dancing up the length of the limb had slowed down, immensely, making Peter wonder if it really matched the pulse beneath it or if it was just some kind of effect for show.

When he returned his gaze to Tony, he found himself doubting that theory. The calm in Tony’s face, the restful stance as he stared at Peter and no where else but Peter — there wasn’t any panic to be seen, no stress or trouble that could be discerned.

His heartbeat was calm, his pulse peaceful. It was only when silence briefly took their conversation that Peter realized that same calm had radiated towards him, soothing each beat of his own heart.

“Because…” Tony smiled, slowly, until the grin cracked the lines around his weary eyes. “You’re my kid.”

A breeze blew the curtains back, and the sun swelled through the window — just for a moment, just long enough for Tony to speak.

Peter went to say something, but only took in a breath instead, the fresh air crisp as it hit his lungs.

He heard the words. But he heard what was behind them as well.

Three words spoken, three words not.

‘You’re my kid.’

Tony smiled at him.

‘I love you.’

Peter smiled back.

[multiverseofmiracleshq]

the weekly update for 11/28-12/4

I. BIOS

bio released this week: none!

upcoming bios: anna-may parker (18119) / antonia dreykov (mcu) / blackagar boltagon (616) / carmilla black (616) / carol danvers (616)

II. EVENT UPDATES

we’re in the middle of our pleasant hill event and will be having the final ic’s very shortly. we’ll be messaging this week to try and get everyone’s schedule!

III. ACTIVITY

our next activity check is wednesday, february 1st! please see the activity check to see if your roles still need to hit the requirements. roles taken post check are exempt from activity for the month. we’ve also changed our rules up some. please note:

because some are having a hard time hitting activity due to others posting at the last second (we're all guilty of it), we're changing the rule so that 5 posts are due by the activity check and 5 by the end of the month, raising the total number of posts from 5 to 10. 

 secondly, if you were on hiatus and it has ended before the activity check you will be held accountable for activity.  any hiatus ending post mid-month check is exempt. there's a few hiatuses that have ended this month, so make sure you're all set up for activity!

IV. ROLL OUT THE WELCOME MAT

this week we welcomed ava starr (mcu) / drax (mcu) / everett thomas (616) / irene adler (616) / jane foster (mcu) / laura kinney (616) / medusalith amaquelin (616) / phil coulson (aos) / maria hill (616) / raven darkholme (616)

V. MOST WANTED SPOTLIGHT

bennet du paris / charles xavier / kurt wagner -- quiet council

doug ramsey / ororo munro / nathaniel essex -- quiet council pt. 2

eva bell / fabio medina / josh foley -- the five

VI. ODDS & ENDS

make sure your blogs have themes – all blogs are required to have customer themes and not be the /url format. this makes it easier for people to find replies and search. if you need help setting up a theme, please reach out to a mod. we’re happy to help!

ic questionnaires – our ic questionnaire has dropped a while back! although we usually wait for christmas, a recent influx of members has inspired us to release it sooner. we’re asking that members fill out the questionnaire and post them to their blogs. it can be found here!

multiple multiverse roles – as it stands, we are capping it at two versions of the same character being eligible to be taken. that means there can be two wanda maximoffs of different realities, two tony starks, etc. outside of that may be too many of the same role running around. please check the ic page to see if the role you’re interested in is filled.

taking characters – as it stands, we have no character limit. you are are free to take on whatever is sustainable for you. all we ask is that you hit activity each month, and roles who fail to will be unfollowed. please let us know if you need a hiatus. any member on hiatus cannot take a new role until their hiatus is over.

starters –  unless you're a new blog, please do not post a starter unless every other starter in the tag has over ten notes.  one on one starters are definitely welcome and encouraged. the rule applies to all general open starters.

VII. SUMMARY

A. bios - next bio batch announced

B. events - prepping for the event final

C. activity - new activity rules! next activity check / unfollow is 2/1

D. most wanted spotlight - characters we’d like to see

E. odds and ends - themes / questionnaires / starters / oh my!

F. things to look forward to - check out the disney+ guardians holiday special

G.  as always - please like this post so we know you read!

[edentorresxkingston]

Basic Information

Full Name: Eden Marie Torres-Kingston

Nickname(s): E, probably a few less-kid friendly ones

Age: 31

Date of Birth: January 9th, 1992

Resident/Visitor: Resident

Hunter/Gatherer: Hunter

Gender: Cis woman

Pronouns: She/her

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual

Occupation: Funeral Home Director

Faceclaim: Adria Arjona

tw: death, pregnancy

Bio

Born and raised in Huntsville, Eden grew up around dead bodies. As morbid as it sounds, her family owned the funeral home, and funerals were a part of her life. Her mother liked to say that death was a natural, beautiful part of life that everyone had to embrace, and she loved teaching her daughter that. So, by the age of ten, Eden was more than accustomed to the dead, and more than used to chasing after anyone who dared to make fun of her for that.

Not everyone did. As cheesy as it was, at the age of sixteen, Eden found her very own high school sweetheart. Johnny was kind and sweet, and a football player, and his upbeat enthusiasm and keen sense of adventure were a stark, albeit fitting contrast to Eden's usual gloom and doom. He managed to bring out the best in her, and open her up to new experiences and the kind of world she had never known before. Her parents told her to be careful, and make sure that she was taking her future into consideration, but when Johnny popped the question during their prom, she immediately said yes.

That didn't mean, however, that their life was easy. It took her parents a very long time to warm up to John, and an even longer time to trust him to treat their daughter right. But Eden remained stubborn, swearing up and down that he was the love of her life, and, after another year or so, the two got married.

Happiness didn't last long when, not long after their wedding, the paradox occurred and the newlyweds, along with the whole town, had to get used to the new twisted reality. While they lost many friends and family over the years, it hurt so much more when June's parents passed, albeit peacefully, in their sleep. If there was ever such a thing as a peaceful death in a place like this. Within a matter of days, Eden had lost and buried her parents, and taken over the family business, becoming a young and inexperienced funeral home director.

It was rocky at the beginning, and then for some more time, but over the course of the years, Eden grew into her position. It was a never-ending business, especially in a place like this, and while some kids liked to whisper about the oddities of the job, Eden paid no attention to it. She tried to live her life as happily as she could, with John at her side, hoping that should death come knocking again, they'd leave this world peacefully.

All changed when she figured that her period was late. First, Eden wrote it off as nothing, assuming it was due to the never-ending stress she and everyone went through, but then the morning sickness came. The worse-than-usual mood swings. And when she finally pushed herself to buy a pregnancy test, it didn't show anything too surprising. Eden was pregnant, despite her and John's attempts not to bring a new life into the hell this town had turned into. Yet, the first time she got to hold Oliver Mateo Kingston, the beautiful little boy who looked so much like his father even mere minutes after being born, she knew that she had no regrets. Who knew that love could be so strong, that she could so easily swear to herself that she would do whatever it takes to protect her son?

The next few years were filled with love, happiness, worry, and so many nightmares. Eden and James had to raise their son, telling the little boy that the people outside, at night, weren't really people, that they weren't his friends, and that he couldn't go hang out with them. Every night, Eden feared for the worst, even as Oliver slept between her and James, and every night, she struggled to get used to the nightmares as her parents' twisted faces stared out the window, or banged on their door.

While the nightmares remained nightmares, what Eden expected the least happened just a little over a year ago. The family of three was home, watching one of the many VHS tapes that they knew so well at this point when Oliver wandered off, wanting to get crayons for a drawing that he was making. Eden and James should have expected the boy to return just moments later, but he didn't, and the two of them had gotten far too lost in their moment alone to pay attention to anything. A second turned to a minute, a minute turned to minutes, and the two lovebirds were snapped out of their little dream at the sound of their front door unlocking. Oliver was merely five at the time, but the boy was smart enough to know how the door worked and naive enough to think that the noises outside were those of friendly beings. The very moments that Eden and James couldn't get enough of suddenly became the longest of their lives as they bolted to the front door. While that felt like it was slow motion, everything else wasn't. Eden raced to the front door, desperate to pull her son away from the porch, and back into the safety of their home, all the while watching the monsters come closer, their faces twisting, ready to feast on the little human. She couldn't hear the shots fired from James' gun that he had somehow managed to take within the seconds this last, all she could feel was the cold night's air as she got outside, pulling her son from the stairs he had managed to get to, desperate to get him back inside. She expected to be pulled back, wishing that she could somehow save her son, wishing that he would have a happy life even if she was to be ripped open. She expected physical pain, but all Eden felt, as her arms wrapped around her son, was a shove back inside. James was by her side, firing one shot after another at the monsters that were just feet away, infuriating them even more. With a single look, filled with so many emotions, Eden watched James glance back at her and Oliver one more time before the door was shut, despite her protests. All Eden could do was listen to the loud thump against the door that happened mere moments later, all she could do was lock the door and cover her son's ears as James' screams echoed through the night. She remained pressed against the door, rigid with fear and terror as her husband's blood coated the ground, seeping into the house. She remained there, wide open and holding onto Oliver even as the boy fell asleep, even as the sun finally rose, bringing her to the first day of being a widow.

Ever since, Eden had closed off once again, focused solely on Oliver and her job, and trying to keep to herself as best as she can. She still hunts, making sure to help provide for the town as best as she can, secretly hoping that it would somehow lead to them finding a way out of this wicked situation. It never does, but it keeps her busy, it makes her feel like she's doing something, and at night, in the warmest dreams, she can almost hear James telling her that she's doing okay. But when she awakes, sometimes catching glimpses of the creatures wearing her husband's face, whispering sweet nothings, she knows it's all a lie. She knows that she cannot go back to the life she once had. She knows that every night, she has to tell her son that the voice he hears and the face he sometimes sees isn't his father's, that his father isn't there, playing hide-and-seek with him.

[lorenzlund]

Die Bi-Er-(a)d-(E)i!!-gung und das Sterben! Erben. Tanten wie Onkeln von uns, oder es sind stattdessen erneute andere, die's tun, Nicht-Verwandte!

*Heutzutage gilt letzteres wahrscheinlich sehr viel öfter als dass es sich andersrum verhielte! Keiner besäße sie mehr in hinreichender Anzahl selber dann auch oder noch genauso, die früheren so besonders zahlreichen auch eigenen Direkt-Verwandten noch, innerhalb der auch eigenen Familie! Heutigen Deutschen fehlten sie regelmäßig auch!

American Sports und die sogar heutige deutsche Turnhalle. Some 'as'S-ports' und 'etwas eine plötzliche Wende' geben, jemandem. to turn, (engl.). Der bei anderen als stark unsicher geltende Hafen oder Hinterteile (einzelner Personen nur, oder vielleicht sogar gleich auch mehrerer von ihnen). Halle, die ... : (rechte oder linke Einzel-Seite, Seiten) von Hintern + alle! to feed balls. American Football. food, some. Uns gegebene Essensmahlzeiten und/oder Getränke. Nach dem Spiel. angesetzte Spielpausen. spielen (auch: Internetspiele) : den 'as'S peilen wollen' oder auch nur einzelne Hintern von Personen, plötzlich sehr stark auch unbeliebter, die selber erst grad vielleicht dazu auch wurden auf Grund von Vorkommnissen.

*(Es wäre in dem Fall nicht unbedingt gleich die gesamte Mannschaft nur erneut, die es selber dann auch träfe oder automatisch muss!)

*Selber altere ich derzeit äußerlich übrigens als noch weiterer Mann so nicht, behaupte ich, und tue das wohl nach wie vor nicht ! Ich blieb stattdessen bei etwa Mitte 30, Anfang 40 stehen, genauso fühle ich mich auch! Körperlich bin ich weiter sehr fit!!

'Ja, Ich bin froh dass ich so'n dünner Hering bin, denn dicks bedeutet frei zu sein!' *Gemeint sind wir! the dick, engl., Männerglied, ihr 'Schwanz' (umgangssprachlich) *Unter schädigender Außen-Strahlung stehende Sitze wie Bänke, gerade von Sitzflächen, wie selbst frisch verlegte Böden von Wohnungen in aktuellen Neubaugebieten Hannovers, mir zum Zwecke des Übernachtens zugewiesene, die es auch taten, vermehrt wiederholt von mir auch festgestellte, wie in sogar Wagons der 'asS-Bahnen. neue Sofas wie selbst Stühle von jeweils sehr auffällig hohem Gewicht (mit-enthaltener Eisenkern). Kanten selbst von oder mancher Flachtische (auch anderer) *als weiterem Beispiel (zusätzlich auch noch möglich sind: Knieprobleme nebenher mit-anwachsende). die Bettmatratze erst ganz neu auch beschaffte. Schuhe mit Stahlsohle mit-enthaltener sehr schwerer. dick werden (zu sehr!), Anschwellen unverhältnismässig starkes (bei 'male dicks'.) dadurch drohender Verlust (und Abfall). *der Song 'Dicke' auch darüber (80er Jahre-Hits)

der 'M'-at (some/a) He (und der erneute!) Ma-tic durch ihn - Unterricht. Mathematik-Fach. die Ma. 'mit wirklich allem jederzeit rechnen müssen'. 2. der/das erneute Boy-log-in (oder vielleicht auch nur der erneute -Versuch dazu, stattdessen!) einzelner Männer und der, ein sich dem erneut direkt wieder vielleicht auch anschließender R-unterricht, für ihn. die Biologie. ('Bio-obst frisches'. 'Bio-Tomaten'. 'Kirschen/Erdbeeren aus biologischem Anbau').

[wirvermarkten]

Wie SEO den Umsatz in Ihrem Online-Shop steigern kann

In der heutigen digitalen Welt ist es für Unternehmen unerlässlich, online sichtbar zu sein, um im Wettbewerb erfolgreich zu bestehen. Besonders im E-Commerce, wo der Wettbewerb intensiv und die Auswahl für Konsumenten riesig ist, ist eine starke Online-Präsenz entscheidend. Eine der effektivsten Methoden, um diese Sichtbarkeit zu erhöhen und den Umsatz zu steigern, ist durch gezielte Suchmaschinenoptimierung (SEO). In diesem Artikel erfahren Sie, wie SEO nicht nur Ihre Sichtbarkeit im Internet verbessern, sondern auch direkt Ihren Umsatz ankurbeln kann.

Was ist SEO und warum ist es wichtig?

SEO, oder Suchmaschinenoptimierung, bezeichnet den Prozess, durch den die Sichtbarkeit einer Website in den organischen (nicht bezahlten) Suchergebnissen von Suchmaschinen wie Google verbessert wird. Ziel ist es, die Website so zu optimieren, dass sie bei relevanten Suchanfragen möglichst weit oben in den Suchergebnissen erscheint. Da der Großteil der Internetnutzer selten über die zweite Seite der Google-Ergebnisse hinausblickt, ist es entscheidend, dass Ihr Online-Shop möglichst weit oben rankt.

Für Online-Shops bedeutet SEO, dass Ihre Produkte und Dienstleistungen bei den Suchanfragen potenzieller Kunden sichtbar sind. Dies erhöht nicht nur den Traffic auf Ihrer Website, sondern auch die Wahrscheinlichkeit, dass Besucher zu Käufern werden.

1. Höhere Sichtbarkeit durch SEO

Die meisten Käufer beginnen ihre Produktrecherche heute mit einer Google-Suche. Laut einer Studie von BrightEdge stammt fast 53 % des gesamten Web-Traffics von organischen Suchergebnissen. Wenn Ihr Online-Shop also bei relevanten Suchanfragen nicht gut platziert ist, verpassen Sie potenzielle Kunden.

Ein durchdachtes SEO-Konzept hilft Ihrem Shop, auf den Suchergebnisseiten besser zu ranken. Durch gezielte Keyword-Optimierung, die auf Ihre Zielgruppe abgestimmt ist, stellen Sie sicher, dass Ihre Produkte in den relevantesten Suchanfragen erscheinen. Wenn Kunden genau das finden, was sie suchen, sind sie wahrscheinlicher bereit, einen Kauf zu tätigen.

2. Qualifizierter Traffic durch Keyword-Optimierung

Nicht jeder Besuch auf Ihrer Website führt zu einem Kauf, aber je gezielter der Traffic, desto höher die Wahrscheinlichkeit einer Conversion. Durch die Optimierung Ihrer Produktseiten mit den richtigen Keywords können Sie sicherstellen, dass Besucher, die Ihre Seite finden, auch echtes Interesse an Ihrem Angebot haben.

Long-Tail-Keywords, die spezifische Suchanfragen beschreiben, sind besonders wertvoll. Wenn ein Kunde beispielsweise nach „günstige Bio-Hautpflegeprodukte online kaufen“ sucht und Ihr Shop diese Keywords gut abdeckt, steigt die Wahrscheinlichkeit, dass dieser Kunde bei Ihnen kauft. Im Gegensatz zu allgemeinen Suchbegriffen wie „Hautpflege“ sind Long-Tail-Keywords oft weniger umkämpft und bringen gezielten Traffic.

3. Verbesserung der Benutzererfahrung (UX)

Suchmaschinen wie Google bewerten nicht nur den Inhalt Ihrer Seite, sondern auch die Benutzererfahrung. Eine benutzerfreundliche Website, die schnell lädt, eine einfache Navigation bietet und auf mobilen Geräten gut funktioniert, wird bevorzugt. Ein gutes UX-Design trägt nicht nur zu einer besseren Platzierung in den Suchergebnissen bei, sondern sorgt auch dafür, dass Besucher länger auf Ihrer Seite bleiben und die Wahrscheinlichkeit für einen Kauf steigt.

SEO umfasst daher auch technische Aspekte wie die Ladegeschwindigkeit Ihrer Seiten, die Optimierung der mobilen Ansicht und eine klare Struktur. Wenn Ihre Kunden Ihre Website problemlos navigieren können, führt das nicht nur zu einer besseren User Experience, sondern auch zu einer höheren Conversion-Rate.

4. Höhere Conversion-Rate durch gezielte On-Page-Optimierung

On-Page-SEO bezieht sich auf alle Maßnahmen, die direkt auf der Website durchgeführt werden, um die SEO-Leistung zu verbessern. Hierzu gehören die Optimierung der Meta-Tags (wie Titel und Beschreibung), Alt-Texte für Bilder, die Verwendung von H1-H6-Überschriften und die Verbesserung der internen Verlinkung.

Durch die Optimierung der Produktseiten, um relevante Informationen wie Produktbeschreibungen, Preise, Bewertungen und Call-to-Actions gut sichtbar zu platzieren, erhöhen Sie die Chancen, dass Besucher von der Seite zum Kaufabschluss übergehen. Zudem ist es wichtig, eine klare Struktur zu haben, damit Nutzer schnell finden, was sie suchen.

5. Lokales SEO für regionalen Umsatz

Wenn Ihr Online-Shop auch lokale Kunden anspricht, ist lokales SEO besonders wichtig. Durch die Optimierung Ihrer Website für lokale Suchanfragen – beispielsweise durch die Einbindung von Stadt- und Regionennamen in Ihre Keywords – können Sie gezielt Kunden in Ihrer Nähe ansprechen.

Ein gutes Beispiel ist die Verwendung von Google My Business, um Ihr Unternehmen auf Google Maps und in den lokalen Suchergebnissen sichtbar zu machen. Kunden, die nach lokalen Dienstleistungen oder Produkten suchen, können so schnell auf Ihre Website stoßen.

6. Content-Marketing als Teil der SEO-Strategie

Hochwertiger Content spielt eine zentrale Rolle im SEO. Content-Marketing bietet Ihnen die Möglichkeit, potenziellen Kunden wertvolle Informationen zu bieten und sie auf Ihre Website zu ziehen. Indem Sie nützliche Blogbeiträge, Anleitungen, How-to-Videos oder Produktbewertungen veröffentlichen, können Sie nicht nur Ihre Sichtbarkeit erhöhen, sondern auch Vertrauen bei Ihren Kunden aufbauen.

SEO-freundliche Inhalte, die auf die Bedürfnisse Ihrer Zielgruppe eingehen, verbessern nicht nur Ihr Ranking, sondern sorgen auch dafür, dass Besucher länger auf Ihrer Website bleiben und die Wahrscheinlichkeit eines Kaufs steigt.

7. SEO für mobile Geräte

Da immer mehr Menschen über ihre Smartphones einkaufen, ist es entscheidend, dass Ihr Online-Shop für mobile Endgeräte optimiert ist. Google bewertet mobile-freundliche Seiten besser, da die mobile Nutzererfahrung zunehmend wichtiger wird.

Ein mobiler Online-Shop, der einfach zu navigieren ist, schnell lädt und eine benutzerfreundliche Oberfläche bietet, trägt maßgeblich zur Umsatzsteigerung bei. Wenn Ihre Seiten auf mobilen Geräten reibungslos funktionieren, werden Kunden eher geneigt sein, einen Kauf abzuschließen.

Fazit: SEO als Umsatztreiber

Die Implementierung einer durchdachten SEO-Strategie kann den Umsatz Ihres Online-Shops erheblich steigern. Durch höhere Sichtbarkeit, gezielten Traffic, verbesserte Benutzererfahrung und optimierte Conversion-Raten können Sie nicht nur Ihre Reichweite erweitern, sondern auch mehr Kunden gewinnen. Es lohnt sich, in SEO zu investieren, da diese langfristige Vorteile bietet und einen nachhaltigen Umsatzanstieg für Ihren Online-Shop sichert.

Letztlich ist SEO ein kontinuierlicher Prozess, der kontinuierliche Anpassungen und Verbesserungen erfordert, aber mit der richtigen Strategie können Sie Ihr Unternehmen auf das nächste Level heben und im E-Commerce erfolgreich wachsen.

Häufig gestellte Fragen zu SEO und Umsatzsteigerung im Online-Shop

1. Wie schnell kann ich Ergebnisse von SEO-Maßnahmen sehen?

SEO ist eine langfristige Strategie, und es dauert in der Regel einige Monate, bis erste signifikante Ergebnisse sichtbar sind. Die genaue Zeitspanne hängt von verschiedenen Faktoren ab, wie der Wettbewerb in Ihrer Branche, der Qualität Ihrer Inhalte und der technischen Struktur Ihrer Website. In den ersten Wochen können Sie bereits kleinere Verbesserungen wie eine erhöhte Klickrate oder eine höhere Besucherzahl feststellen, aber für eine nachhaltige Umsatzsteigerung sind oft 3 bis 6 Monate notwendig.

2. Welche SEO-Maßnahmen sind am wichtigsten für die Umsatzsteigerung eines Online-Shops?

Für Online-Shops sind mehrere SEO-Maßnahmen entscheidend. Dazu gehören die Optimierung von Produktseiten mit relevanten Keywords, die Verbesserung der Ladegeschwindigkeit Ihrer Website, die Gewährleistung einer mobilen Benutzerfreundlichkeit, und die Verwendung von Long-Tail-Keywords, die gezielten Traffic ansprechen. Auch das Content-Marketing, wie Blogs und Produktbewertungen, trägt dazu bei, Ihre Sichtbarkeit zu erhöhen und Vertrauen bei den Kunden aufzubauen. Eine gut durchdachte technische SEO sorgt dafür, dass Suchmaschinen Ihre Seite problemlos indexieren können.

3. Wie kann ich SEO für meinen Online-Shop weiter optimieren, um meine Conversion-Rate zu steigern?

Neben der technischen und inhaltlichen SEO-Optimierung sollten Sie auch Ihre On-Page-Elemente wie Meta-Tags, Call-to-Actions (CTAs) und Produktbeschreibungen verbessern. Eine klare Navigation, schnelle Ladezeiten und eine benutzerfreundliche mobile Version der Website sind entscheidend. Darüber hinaus sollten Sie regelmäßig A/B-Tests durchführen, um zu sehen, welche Anpassungen Ihre Conversion-Rate weiter verbessern können, wie etwa durch optimierte Produktseiten oder ansprechende Angebote und Rabattaktionen.

[hydralisk98]

Mycenaean Pylos & Tiryns (article 0x15/?) WIP

Continuation on this article thread:

Preface

In the reality that is "16^12", Angora is a striking bronze age-themed inhabited planet of stark contrasts within the galactic community. And while at least as far as what the "state of affairs" is during the dawn of their 46th century things are moving along fair nice and sweet at the global scale [...];

Main characters

Kate Kér (self-insert, autistic INTJ brunette, [...] )

Ava Booksword (synthetic-tier android ENFP blonde, starting out as domestic servant by law and eventually earning her way to full citizenship)

Shoshona (black angora housecat)

Nil (second person perspective camera / audience perspective + insertee)

Secondary agents at play

Tano (INTP)

Milan (ENTP)

May (ISTJ)

Sasha (ISTP)

Pana (ISFP)

Valenz (ESTJ)

Ursa (ENFJ)

Elke (INFP)

Miscellaneous personas to account for (13th - 48th) Will add the 36 of them in a further article.

Massive keywords "deque"

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Wie gesund sind Pinienkerne? Nutzen & Fakten

Pinienkerne sind nicht nur lecker, sondern auch äußerst gesund. Sie enthalten eine Vielzahl von Nährstoffen, die sich positiv auf Ihre Gesundheit auswirken können. Die gesunden Eigenschaften von Pinienkernen machen sie zu einer wertvollen Ergänzung Ihrer Ernährung. Pinienkerne sind reich an Omega-3-Fettsäuren, die dazu beitragen können, hohe Blutfettwerte zu senken. Dies ist wichtig für die Aufrechterhaltung eines gesunden Herz-Kreislauf-Systems. Darüber hinaus enthalten Pinienkerne Phosphor, der die Knochen stärkt und deren Gesundheit unterstützt. Ein weiterer gesundheitlicher Vorteil von Pinienkernen ist ihr hoher Eisenanteil, der zur Förderung der Blutbildung beiträgt. Die enthaltenen Vitamine wie B1, B2, B3 und A spielen eine wichtige Rolle für verschiedene Körperfunktionen. Magnesium, das ebenfalls in Pinienkernen enthalten ist, unterstützt ein gesundes Nervensystem und die Muskelfunktion. Pinienkerne können auch bei der Gewichtsabnahme helfen, da sie lange sättigen und reich an Ballaststoffen sind. Darüber hinaus enthalten sie wichtige Antioxidantien wie Vitamin E, die vor Zellschäden schützen können. Wenn Sie auf eine biologische Ernährung Wert legen, können Sie Bio Pinienkerne kaufen und von ihren gesundheitsfördernden Eigenschaften profitieren. In 100 g Pinienkernen sind etwa 589 Kalorien, 24 g Eiweiß, 50,7 g Fett, 7,3 g Kohlenhydrate und 7,2 g Ballaststoffe enthalten. Beachten Sie diese Werte, wenn Sie Ihre Ernährung planen. Schlüsselerkenntnisse: - Pinienkerne enthalten Omega-3-Fettsäuren, die hohe Blutfettwerte senken können. - Die Nährstoffe in Pinienkernen tragen zur Stärkung der Knochen bei. - Pinienkerne fördern die Blutbildung und enthalten wichtige Vitamine wie B1, B2, B3 und A. - Sie sind hilfreich beim Abnehmen und bieten Schutz vor Zellschäden durch ihren hohen Vitamin-E-Gehalt. - Beim Kauf von Pinienkernen können Sie auf biologische Qualität achten. Herkunft und Geschmack von Pinienkernen Pinienkerne haben eine lange Tradition und ihre Herkunft kann auf den Mittelmeerraum zurückverfolgt werden. Sie werden hauptsächlich in Ländern wie Spanien, Italien und der Türkei angebaut. Die Pinienkerne stammen von den Zapfen bestimmter Pinienbäume ab, die in der Regel entlang der Küsten des Mittelmeers wachsen. Diese Bäume produzieren die charakteristischen Zapfen, die die begehrten Kerne enthalten. Was den Geschmack betrifft, haben Pinienkerne ein einzigartiges Profil. Sie haben ein feines, leicht mandelartiges Aroma, das sich wunderbar in zahlreiche Gerichte einfügt. Ihr Geschmack wird oft als delikat und zugleich cremig-weich beschrieben. Dies verleiht ihnen eine vielseitige Verwendbarkeit in der Küche und macht sie zu einer beliebten Zutat in verschiedenen kulinarischen Traditionen. Die Herkunft der Pinienkerne aus dem Mittelmeerraum verleiht ihnen ihren einzigartigen Geschmack und ihre geschätzte Qualität. Pinienkerne und ihre gesunde Wirkung Pinienkerne sind reich an mehreren gesunden Nährstoffen. Sie enthalten Omega-3-Fettsäuren, Selen, Vitamin B1, B2, B3 und A, Phosphor, Eisen, Magnesium, Proteine und andere Mineralien. Diese Nährstoffe tragen zum Senken hoher Blutfettwerte, zum Stärken der Knochen, zur Förderung der Blutbildung, zur Unterstützung von Muskeln und Nervensystem, zur Gewichtsabnahme, zum Schutz der Zellen und zur allgemeinen Gesundheit bei. Omega-3-Fettsäuren für ein gesundes Herz-Kreislauf-System Die Omega-3-Fettsäuren in Pinienkernen können dazu beitragen, hohe Blutfettwerte zu senken und somit das Risiko von Herzerkrankungen zu reduzieren. Sie wirken entzündungshemmend und können die Blutgefäße schützen. Eine regelmäßige Aufnahme von Omega-3-Fettsäuren kann die Gesundheit des Herz-Kreislauf-Systems fördern. Selen und Vitamin E für Zellschutz und Immunsystem Pinienkerne sind eine hervorragende Quelle für Selen, ein starkes Antioxidans. Selen schützt die Zellen vor freien Radikalen und unterstützt das Immunsystem. Gemeinsam mit dem hohen Gehalt an Vitamin E in Pinienkernen bieten sie einen starken Schutz vor Zellschäden und stärken das Immunsystem. Vitamine und Mineralien für eine gesunde Funktion des Körpers Die verschiedenen Vitamine und Mineralien in Pinienkernen tragen zu einer gesunden Funktion des Körpers bei. Vitamin B1, B2, B3 und A spielen eine wichtige Rolle im Stoffwechsel und unterstützen das Nervensystem. Phosphor und Magnesium sind essenziell für starke Knochen, während Eisen zur Blutbildung beiträgt. Diese Nährstoffe sind grundlegend für eine optimale Gesundheit. Die gesunde Wirkung von Pinienkernen macht sie zu einer wertvollen Ergänzung für Ihre Ernährung. Genießen Sie die köstlichen Kerne in Salaten, Pestos, Backwaren oder als Snack. Bereichern Sie Ihren Speiseplan mit den gesundheitlichen Vorteilen von Pinienkernen und profitieren Sie von ihrem reichhaltigen Nährstoffgehalt. Einkauf, #gesundheit #fitness #lifestyle #beziehungen #achtsamkeit Original Content von: https://www.gutundgesund.org/ Lesen Sie den ganzen Artikel

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VIÚVA NEGRA

Natasha Romanova

Humana / Assassina / Vingadora

• Fisiologia Aprimorada Artificialmente: Natasha foi bioquimicamente aprimorada através do Programa Black Widow quando ela era uma criança. Ela recebeu a versão da Sala Vermelha do Super-Soldier Serum que foi criado pela Dra. Lyudmila Kudrin para melhorar seu sistema imunológico, condição corporal e longevidade.

√ Quantos trabalhos mais... Quanto tempo vai demorar... Não sei se vou conseguir... Nem que eu pudesse me perdoar... Isso é o que eu sou agora. E você nunca saberá quem eu era antes. - Romanova.

HISTÓRIA:

O ano exato e o local do nascimento de Natasha Romanova são desconhecidos, assim como quem eram seus pais. Há rumores de que Natasha estava de alguma forma relacionada aos últimos czares governantes da Rússia, mas esse boato nunca foi comprovado.

Existem vários relatos do início da vida de Romanova. Um relato afirma que em 1928, houve um incêndio em Stalingrado que queimou o prédio onde a criança Natasha e sua mãe moravam. Segundo o relato, pouco antes de morrer no incêndio, a mãe de Natasha a jogou pela janela para um soldado russo lá embaixo. O nome do soldado era Ivan Petrovitch, e ele cuidou de Natasha por toda a sua vida, permanecendo ao seu lado como seu "pai adotivo". Outro relato data o incêndio no outono de 1942, durante a Batalha de Stalingrado.

Enquanto Natasha estava sob a proteção de Ivan, o barão von Strucker sequestrou Natasha e a apresentou à organização de assassinos chamada Mão em Madripoor. Natasha estava de fato trabalhando sob as ordens de uma fonte misteriosa e seu 'sequestro' era para torná-la uma Mestre Assassina da Mão.

Outro relato estabelece que Natasha foi criada desde a infância pelo programa "Black Widow" da URSS, além dos cuidados de Ivan Petrovitch. Diz-se que Petrovitch a levou para o Departamento X, com outras 28 jovens órfãs, onde ela foi treinada em combate e espionagem na instalação secreta da "Sala Vermelha". Lá, ela foi aprimorada bio tecnologicamente e psico tecnologicamente, um relato que fornece uma justificativa para sua vida extraordinariamente longa e jovem. Nesse relato, ela nunca treinou balé no Teatro Bolshoi, tendo sido implantada com memórias artificiais de fazê-lo.

Independentemente de qual relato é preciso, eventualmente, foi arranjado para Natasha se casar com Alexi Shostakov, um distinto piloto de testes soviético. Mais tarde, ela foi chantageada para concordar em agir como espiã quando a vida de seu marido foi ameaçada.

A inteligência do governo soviético (KGB) decidiu que os conjuntos de habilidades de Natasha e Alexi os tornariam excelentes agentes especiais e os separariam enquanto Alexi estivesse em uma missão. Treinado como o Guardião Vermelho, Alexi se tornou a resposta da União Soviética ao Capitão América dos Estados Unidos. Natasha foi informada de que seu marido morreu em uma queda de foguete experimental. Ela foi convocada para a KGB e se tornou sua melhor agente, tornando-se excelente em combate e coleta de informações. Durante esse tempo, ela teve algum treinamento com o Soldado Invernal e eles começaram um relacionamento secreto. Após um incidente durante uma operação de assassinato, Barnes foi considerado instável e colocado em criostase sempre que não era necessário para uma missão, deixando Natasha arrasada quando descobriu.

Natasha mais tarde salvou Logan dos assassinos da Hydra quando ele apareceu na América sem nenhuma lembrança de seu passado. Ela encontrou o homem novamente algum tempo depois, quando estava em uma missão da KGB para impedir que três espiões americanos desconhecidos (Logan, Carol Danvers e Ben Grimm) roubassem o Projeto Tempestade Vermelha da Rússia.

A Viúva Negra foi designada para ajudar Boris Turgenov no assassinato do Professor Anton Vanko por desertar de seu país ao se infiltrar nas Indústrias Stark na América. Tony Stark, o Homem de Ferro original, continuamente frustrou seus esquemas contra as Indústrias Stark. Romanova mais tarde conheceu o arqueiro novato Gavião Arqueiro e o colocou contra o Homem de Ferro, e mais tarde ajudou o Gavião Arqueiro a lutar contra o Homem de Ferro. Infelizmente, a associação de Clinton com espiões russos o rotularia de criminoso no início de sua carreira.

Durante este período, Romanova estava tentando desertar da União Soviética e começou a sentir amor por Clint, enfraquecendo sua lealdade ao seu país. Quando seus empregadores descobriram a verdade, eles a mataram a tiros, mandando-a para um hospital, convencendo o Gavião a seguir em frente e se tornar membro dos Vingadores.

Capturada por seus mestres novamente e submetida a uma lavagem cerebral, a Viúva Negra foi forçada a contratar o Espadachim e o Poderoso para destruir os Vingadores. Essa trama acabou falhando quando os Vingadores derrotaram os dois vilões e Natasha livrou-se dos efeitos da lavagem cerebral. Tentando fazer as pazes com o grupo, ela os ajudou contra o grupo racista conhecido como Filhos da Serpente.

Tendo recebido anistia, Natasha fez uma oferta para se tornar membro dos Vingadores, ajudando-os em sua batalha contra os Ultroids. Ela ameaçou matar seu líder Ixar se ele não deixasse a Terra, ganhando a vitória, no entanto Clint encobriu esse fato para que ela pudesse se tornar membro do grupo, embora ela violasse seu código de ética em relação à matança.

Depois de um tempo se recuperando no hospital, Natasha voltou para a Mansão dos Vingadores e decidiu desistir de sua carreira de aventuras fantasiadas. No entanto, isso provou ser de curta duração, pois ela voltou ao super-herói logo depois, no entanto, seu romance com Hawkeye tornou-se tenso, já que ele geralmente estava muito ocupado com os negócios dos Vingadores para prestar atenção nela.

Cansada de ficar fora de ação, a Viúva Negra aceitou outra missão da S.H.I.E.L.D. para evitar que Egghead usasse uma plataforma orbital para manter o resgate mundial. Ela foi capturada, levando Hawkeye (que ainda a amava) a usar a fórmula de crescimento de Henry Pym para se tornar o novo Golias e resgatá-la. Ela ajudou os Vingadores a parar Egghead, embora tenha terminado com a aparente morte de Egghead e do irmão de Golias, Barney.

Natasha não conseguiu evitar o super-herói por muito tempo e, depois de desenhar um novo traje preto elegante e adaptar suas pulseiras com "Mordidas de Viúvas" elétricas, ela procurou provar ser uma aventureira capaz ao derrotar até mesmo sujeitos com super poderes. A Viúva Negra logo se tornou um peão manipulado pelo computador conhecido como Baal do futuro distante da Terra-71778. Nessa realidade, a humanidade foi exterminada e a história passada do Demolidor e da Viúva Negra desempenhou um papel crucial. Isso acabou levando a um longo relacionamento e parceria entre os dois heróis, mas acabou chegando ao fim.

Enquanto trabalhava com a S.H.I.E.L.D., a Viúva Negra foi brevemente capturada como parte de uma conspiração da Hydra para se infiltrar e fazer uma lavagem cerebral na organização, fazendo com que ela regredisse a uma antiga identidade secreta da professora Nancy Rushman. Felizmente, ela foi descoberta e resgatada pelo Homem-Aranha, posteriormente trabalhando com ele, Nick Fury e Shang-Chi para derrotar seu plano.

Ela co-fundou os Campeões de Los Angeles depois que eles frustraram com sucesso uma conspiração de Plutão para invadir o Olimpo. A equipe logo se desfez devido à falência e Natasha tentou uma parceria com a Hércules, mas sem sucesso.

Após esses dois fracassos, Natasha decidiu ficar sozinha e como agente freelancer por um tempo. Foi nessa época que um inimigo de seu tempo ao lado do Demolidor sequestrou Ivan para atraí-la para a morte. Damon Dran planejou trazer Natasha para sua ilha para que um pequeno exército de mulheres especialistas em combate pudesse destruí-la. Assim que ela estivesse fora do caminho, ele enviaria uma falsa Viúva Negra de volta para a S.H.I.E.L.D. para assassinar Nick Fury.

Em uma missão independente, a Viúva Negra tentou impedir que a Mão roubasse o cadáver há muito tempo de seu Mestre Guerreiro, Kirigi. Utilizando venenos mortais, Natasha foi morta pela Mão. Ela foi revivida por Stone, e juntou forças com Stone e Daredevil para impedir que a Mão revivesse Elektra.

Em uma missão, Natasha encontrou seu marido Alexi Shostakov vivo. Mal sabia ela que era apenas um chamariz de modelo de vida criado por agentes russos para chantageá-la de volta ao serviço da Mãe Rússia. Assim que ela terminou as tarefas que lhe deram, os russos lhe contaram a verdade e tentaram matá-la. Com a ajuda de Ivan, ela derrotou os russos e destruiu o LMD.

Com o tempo, a Viúva Negra voltou para os Vingadores e se tornou uma co-líder, gerenciando as operações na base enquanto o Cavaleiro Negro liderava no campo. Quando a maioria dos Vingadores foi morto durante a saga Onslaught, a Viúva Negra tentou formar uma nova formação ao lado de Hércules e Mercúrio. A situação só piorou quando Mercúrio renunciou com raiva por causa de uma proposta de resolução da ONU que culparia coletivamente toda a raça mutante pelas ações de Onslaught. Quando dois congressistas entraram com uma moção para anular os acordos do governo com a equipe, Natasha finalmente decidiu dissolver os Vingadores e entregar a mansão para a supervisão da S.H.I.E.L.D.

Outro agente russo reivindicou o manto da Viúva Negra, o que a trouxe contra Natasha, Yelena Belova. Pouco tempo depois, Natasha capturou Yelena e teve seus rostos trocados tecnologicamente em um esforço para descobrir o que o general Stalyenko estava fazendo com o governo Rhapastani no vale do rio Hudson. Depois de se encontrar com quem ele pensava ser Yelena, Stalyenko descobriu que não era realmente ela e tentou matá-la.

O estresse de ver seu marido, outrora morto, outrora vivo, outrora morto, agora vivo novamente, levou Natasha à aposentadoria. Ela viveu por um curto período no Arizona antes que os agentes da Sala Vermelha começassem a rastrear ex-agentes da Viúva Negra e matá-los. Natasha recrutou Phil Dexter, um associado da S.H.I.E.L.D., e tentou rastrear os assassinos. Em sua caçada, ela encontrou Sally Anne Carter, bem como Lyudmila Antonovna Kudrin, que era a ex-chefe de biotecnologia da Sala Vermelha. Descobriu-se que as Viúvas Negras incluíam 27 garotas treinadas para serem assassinas perfeitas.

A trilha das Viúva Negra levaram a Vassily Ilyich Ulyanov da Sala Vermelha e Ian McMasters, CEO da Gynacon. Natasha os alcançou em seu iate e os matou, tornando-a a criminosa mais procurada nos Estados Unidos. Natasha procurou a ajuda de Yelena Belova em Cuba. Yelena dirigia uma empresa de lingerie e canais de televisão de pornografia leve na época. Em troca de um lugar para ficar, Yelena pediu ajuda a Natasha para exportar suprimentos médicos roubados de Miami. Para sua surpresa, Natasha descobriu que os suprimentos médicos eram de Gynacon e que Sally Anne havia sido levada pela máfia. Kestrel e Martin Ferris capturaram Natasha em Miami e tentaram mudar sua mente usando drogas para descobrir o que ela sabia. Com a ajuda de Yelena, o Demolidor resgatou Natasha, que então rastreou e matou Kestrel e Ferris. Em toda a loucura, Natasha soube que Sally Anne havia sido experimentada por Gynacon, mas havia escapado.

A Viúva Negra foi designada para rastrear o Consertador em um esforço para encontrar o financiador por trás dos supervilões da América. Disfarçada em uma burca, ela rastreou o Consertador até o castelo de Lucia von Bardas, a atual primeira-ministra da Latvéria. Infelizmente, o presidente recusou o pedido de Fury para uma derrubada de von Bardas com foco na S.H.I.E.L.D. Forçado a agir sozinho, Fury reuniu Viúva, Capitão América, Homem-Aranha, Luke Cage, Demolidor, Wolverine e Daisy Johnson para derrubar von Bardas.

Quando a identidade de Matt Murdock como Demolidor vazou para a imprensa, o governo veio prendê-lo junto com Luke Cage, Punho de Ferro e Foggy Nelson. Natasha conseguiu impedir que todos, exceto Matt, fossem para a cadeia.

Durante a Guerra Civil dos Super-heróis, Natasha se tornou uma defensora da Lei de Registro de Super-Heróis e membro da força-tarefa liderada pelo Homem de Ferro. Posteriormente, Natasha se permitiu ser registrada e se juntou aos Vingadores reconstituídos.

Natasha, ainda uma das agentes de espionagem vivas mais procuradas do mundo, foi recrutada pelo Homem de Ferro e pela Sra. Marvel para fazer parte da mais nova equipe de Vingadores ao lado do Sentinela, Ares, a Vespa e o Homem-Maravilha.

Natasha estava entre os Vingadores infectados junto com centenas de outros cidadãos de Nova York por um vírus simbionte, mas foram curados pelo Homem de Ferro. Natasha ficou muito desconfiada de Jessica Drew, que mais tarde foi descoberta ser o impostor Skrull, Veranke. Durante esse tempo, Natasha também havia reatado seu relacionamento com Barnes, que ainda estava vivo e havia recuperado suas memórias perdidas, sendo agora o novo Capitão América.

Natasha assumiu a identidade de Yelena Belova para se infiltrar nos Thunderbolts de Norman Osborn para Nick Fury. Osborn a descobriu invadindo a S.H.I.E.L.D. abandonada e ofereceu-lhe a posição de líder de campo. Em sua primeira missão, ela e o Homem-Formiga assumiram o controle do Força Aérea Um com o Goblin, Doc Samson e o novo presidente a bordo. Osborn começou a representar Fury em mensagens para armar Natasha para fortalecer os Thunderbolts e levá-lo a Fury.

Natasha foi enquadrada em uma trama visando espiões globais. Ela foi acusada de assassinar o senador americano Whit Crane. O filho do senador, Nick, foi capturado por um espião rival Fatale, que queria saber sua fonte por implicar Natasha. Natasha roubou Nick dela e o levou para uma base secreta da CIA para assustá-lo e fazê-lo dar a ela sua fonte. O tiro saiu pela culatra quando os dois foram atacados. Natasha e Nick escaparam, mas enquanto estavam na Polônia foram atacados por Fantasma e Crimson Dynamo. A conspiração contra espiões acabou sendo mais ampla e Natasha encontrou Mockingbird e Hawkeye na mesma trilha na Rússia, onde encontraram muitos espiões estagiários e um agente da S.H.I.E.L.D. foi morto.

Após o Cerco de Asgard, a Viúva Negra se juntou aos novos Vingadores Secretos do Comandante Rogers. Algum tempo depois, quando a Torre Stark foi reconstruída, ela se juntou à equipe principal dos Vingadores e até teve um quarto lá. Ela desempenhou um papel vital em ajudar o Homem-Aranha a frustrar o último esquema do Sinister Six quando ela, Spider-Man e Silver Sable foram os últimos heróis que ficaram de pé depois que o Six derrotou o resto dos Vingadores.

Durante a guerra dos Vingadores com os X-Men, Natasha ficou do lado de seus companheiros Vingadores. Após a guerra, ela foi chamada para se juntar ao esquadrão principal dos Vingadores. Vários meses depois, quando a S.H.I.E.L.D. assumiu os Vingadores para encontrar os Illuminati e trazê-los sob custódia, a Viúva Negra deixou a equipe e se juntou aos Vingadores do Mancha Solar. Quando os Illuminati e os Vingadores colocaram suas diferenças de lado devido à destruição iminente do universo como resultado do fenômeno Multiversal conhecido como incursão, a Viúva Negra foi encarregada de trazer pessoas selecionadas a bordo do Life Raft da Future Foundation. Quando a incursão final estava chegando ao fim, a nave da Viúva foi danificada e Natasha se machucou na explosão que se seguiu.

Após a eventual restauração do Multiverso, Natasha deixou os Vingadores e voltou para uma vida de espionagem. A Viúva Negra foi forçada a trair e desertar da S.H.I.E.L.D. quando um novo adversário apelidado de Leão Chorão a chantageou. Em uma missão que se seguiu, Natasha descobriu a existência de uma Dark Room Academy fundada pela ex-diretora da Red Room. Depois de virar o jogo contra o Leão Chorão e fazê-lo trabalhar para ela, a Viúva Negra investigou ainda mais a Sala Escura. Ela conseguiu impedir uma tentativa de assassinato na Casa Branca de recrutas da Sala Escura, e posteriormente evitou que a filha da diretora, Anya, comprometesse a S.H.I.E.L.D., libertando os recrutas restantes das garras da Sala Escura, levando-os a um caminho de recuperação, e limpando o nome dela no processo.

Quando Hydra conquistou abruptamente os Estados Unidos guiada pela mão do Capitão América, ou melhor, uma versão fascista distorcida dele que havia secretamente tomado seu lugar devido a um Cubo Cósmico, a Viúva Negra se juntou à última linha de resistência, o Underground. Tendo se cansado da relutância do Underground em adotar uma abordagem extrema para acabar com o Capitão América, mesmo depois que seu regime nivelou Las Vegas, Natasha se virou sozinha para matar Rogers. Ela foi seguida pelos Campeões, que se juntaram a seu empreendimento na tentativa de convencê-la a não assassinar o Capitão América.

Semanas depois, a Viúva Negra mergulhou nos segredos da Sala Vermelha e descobriu sobre seu programa de clonagem e descobriu no processo que ela mesma era um clone. Natasha foi instada pela Ursa Maior a destruir a Sala Vermelha, então ela começou a trabalhar nos bastidores contra seus manipuladores. Quando Natasha recebeu a ordem de matar a ex-S.H.I.E.L.D. a agente Sally Blevins, ela usou um clone amnésico de Yelena Belova para fingir a morte de Blevins.

Com o mundo ainda sem saber de sua existência, a Viúva Negra passou algumas semanas viajando de cargueiro para chegar a Madripoor fora da rede. Ao chegar, ela foi checar sua queda devido a um sinal, secretamente deixado por um misterioso Logan, apenas para descobrir que ele havia deixado a Joia do Espaço sob seus cuidados. Como a Viúva Negra só poderia usar a pedra para se teletransportar dentro de sua linha de visão, ela não poderia se teletransportar diretamente para Nova York, onde pretendia buscar a ajuda do Doutor Strange. Natasha começou a dar pequenos saltos e, ao chegar a Londres, foi alvo de Jamie Braddock. Apesar de escapar de seu perseguidor sem problemas, Natasha decidiu derrubá-lo, pois ele havia encantado várias crianças para usar como cães de caça. Após derrubar Jamie, Natasha foi abordada por Merlin, que emprestou a ela uma parte de seu poder para que ela pudesse se teletransportar diretamente para Manhattan.

Uma noite, ao voltar para casa, Natasha notou que seu apartamento havia sido invadido. Ao entrar pela janela, ela foi abatida por tranquilizantes e sequestrada pelas forças da Hidra lideradas por Madame Hydra. Sob sua custódia, seu DNA foi misturado com o DNA de um estranho, um homem chamado James Grey, para criar um filho genético. As mentes de Natasha e James foram então manipuladas para formar memórias fabricadas e fazê-los acreditar que estavam apaixonados e noivos. Após três meses levando uma vida falsa com seu "noivo", Natasha foi vista no fundo de uma reportagem de Clint Barton e Bucky Barnes, e eles vieram procurá-la. Enquanto isso, Yelena Belova começou a se passar por sua babá, Helen.

Depois que alguns associados da Hydra invadiram sua casa, Natasha inconscientemente usou suas décadas de treinamento para derrotá-los. Durante o ataque, ela recuperou todas as suas memórias e (com a ajuda de Clint, Bucky e Yelena) levou James e seu filho, Stevie, para uma casa segura. O grupo que a sequestrou, incluindo Madame Hydra e alguns outros, partiu para a ofensiva, com o objetivo de matá-la, já que seus planos de manipulação da mente saíram pela culatra. Depois que Bucky ajudou Natasha a fingir a morte de James e Stevie, o grupo de heróis finalmente enfrentou Madame Hydra e os outros mentores, derrotando-os com sucesso, embora Madame Hydra tenha conseguido escapar.

Natasha é uma agente profissional e astuta que fará qualquer trabalho, independentemente da dificuldade. Ela deixou de ser uma das melhores agentes da S.H.I.E.L.D. para agir como uma super-herói. Ela se manteve como parte dos Vingadores por anos, até mesmo liderando-os por um tempo. No entanto, ela não pertence ao conjunto de super-heróis devido a sua ajuda com a S.H.I.E.L.D. Apesar de Natasha ser uma super-heroína, ela sempre retomará sua missão de espiã. Nick Fury comentou sobre Natasha que "correr nas sombras é o que ela nasceu para fazer".

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