#girl it would’ve been better fucking PR if you had kept your mouth shut the actual fuck was this

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Kamala Harris really said omg nooooooo I love Gen Z I LOVE them! 🥺 I speak to them on college campuses all the time! 🥰✨ I just also think they’re completely naive inexperienced stupid dumb dumb little babies who know nothing of the world and don’t understand that sometimes you HAVE to actively fund the bombing of civilians bc there’s no other choice your hands are tied 😪 we would love to stop the violence! ☮️🙏🕊️ but we have no other choice no power there’s nothing at ALL we can do 😔 Love Gen Z tho ❤️

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Tags: Tony Stark Feels, Peter Parker Feels, College Student Peter Parker, Established Relationship, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Tony Stark Still Has Arc Reactor, Arc Reactor Kink, Peter Parker is a Mess, Spider-Man powers, Communication, They Finally Communicate!, And Fuck Of Course Look at Who It's Written By Of Course They Fuck, Avengers Compound

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Chapter 1:  Too Many Comic Books

Peter insisted. They were going to spend the weekend at Avengers HQ. Peter suggested they stay somewhere nearby, a hotel or a B&B, but Tony insisted right back. If they had to spend the weekend at the compound, he had a perfectly good suite of rooms there. The suite, like the entire damn place, was paid for by him. If he and Peter had to be there, they �� as in THEY, a couple — would be using Tony’s rooms there.

“What was it like at the compound, right after it was built?” Peter asked playfully, laying his head on Tony’s shoulder. He was still in the afterglow of the quicky they had on the kitchen countertop and still felt like snuggling. “Did you all room there with Thor? Was it like one long slumber party?”

Tony arched an eyebrow. “Too many comic books, kid.”

“Hey, there’s internet rumors too,” Peter giggled. “Simpson’s references. Was it just like the Teen Titans tower? Did you have breakfast together? Movie night?”

“Whoa, whoa, slow down. Yeah, no. Nothing like that. First, I hated having the tower rebranded and taken over. Not my decision. I just paid for everything. Someone else,” he said pointedly, “called the shots. Cap, Fury, Hill, anyone else but me.”

“No popcorn fights? All those superheroes together snuggled on the couch watching old movies that Cap would recognize?” Peter teased gently, rubbing his hand soothingly across Tony’s chest.

“Are you fuckin’ kidding me? Yeah, I’d put in a screening room. You’ve been there.”

“You DID! You DID have movie night!”

“There were movies shown,” Tony admitted with a little side-nod.

“The internet was right for once! Did you play spin the bottle? Ten minutes in heaven?”

“What the actual FUCK?” Both eyebrows headed for the sky. “No. No way.” Tony shook his head. “What a fuckin’ nightmare that would’ve been. There were parties. Sure. They always ended so well. Murderbots showing up at the last minute. Gotta schedule that into the next event. But those ‘revels’? Very well planned — and rare — events. Post battle. The few times all six of us were there. Thor living in another entire realm from us, y’know.”

“Damn, I wanted it to be one long slumber party involving Thor,” Peter whispered, snuggling in.

“Excuse me? You got a thing for big hunks of muscle I should know about?” Tony teased.

“No, I thought it would be a fusion of Asgardian mead-hall and American sleepover. Ale served in tankards in the pillow fort,” Peter grinned and reached up to stroke Tony’s beard. He was glad there was no pilot. Hopefully he’d be able to let go of his lover before their journey upstate was over.

“Holy shit.” Tony laughed. “What the hell? The world has some very weird notions.” Tony sighed. “It was tense. The year we all lived in ‘Avengers Tower’. It wasn’t even technically a year. I mean, the tower was called that for a year. Rogers moved back to Brooklyn first. No, it was Clint who ‘disappeared’ on us first. We didn’t know he had a family. Then Rogers. Nat, she was off doing SHIELD things most of the time.” Tony’s voice turned a little sad talking about her. “But she kept her floor probably the longest. Longer than Bruce, even. He and I worked well together, but the stress… he couldn’t handle big-city living. Me? I kept to myself. Tense wasn’t even a word for it when I didn’t. Bruce and I, we… I guess you’d say we came closest to ‘hanging out’.”

“In the lab? That’s what I thought, I thought it would have been cool. But not in the labs at the compound?”

“Once I managed to evict the fuckin’ lot of them out of the tower after Berlin, well, there were fewer of us then, weren’t there? Bruce was gone on his adventure with the Grandmaster. Nat… she…” Tony sighed. “That didn’t work. SHIELD was gone, so Fury and his gang weren’t a problem. At the compound? It was me and Rhodey. Rhodey doing rehab. Me working on developing better braces for his legs.”

Peter wanted to hear stories though. That fit the comic books and the happy image that Tony’s PR department worked to project of the Avengers, to keep the backlash down after the Battle of New York. As many had been calling for their heads for the collateral damage as were hailing them heroes for saving the world from the aliens. Like everything else in Tony’s life at the time, Stark Industries’ resources were requisitioned for the Avengers. ‘The OG6 who saved the world’. Of whom, he was the last remaining member. He didn’t count Professor Hulk, since he wasn’t really Bruce Banner anymore, and Thor was off with Quill and company.

So Tony spun Peter the fantasies he wanted to hear. Each one, more painful than the last. He missed Nat. He missed her the most after she’d helped Cap and Barnes’ escape. Even though she accused him of causing all the trouble. Attacked him while he was waiting for Rhodey to come out of surgery. They hardly had time to heal the wounds before she was gone. When they’d had the opportunity, he was off playing Farmer John with Pepper. Nat was running the compound. With Steve. So he never visited until he came back to solve Lang’s time travel problem. But yeah. It was movie nights and family dinners with the Maximoff girl who dropped a garage full of cars on his ass and damn near crushed him through his armor. Yep. Popcorn, movies, revels.

“I’ve heard these stories,” Peter said gently, tracing patterns on Tony’s sleeve even as he watched Tony’s jaw tense as the tales unfolded. “These are the ones you could read in Time. But those are the PR-approved stories, the ones your department wrote.” Normally he wouldn’t ask Tony these kinds of questions, especially when Tony started making that ‘sniffing’ face. Especially when Tony started shielding his body with his left arm. But Peter had promised to stop avoiding the difficult questions like he had before, so he did ask. “Are those PR stories?”

Tony sighed. “Yeah. Sorry. Slipped right back into that, didn’t I?” His laugh was bitter. “Pete, I don’t know how it was for the others. For me? It was a little slice of hell. Rogers didn’t suddenly develop his self-righteousness when he took off to find his boyfriend. His meetings never failed to point out what my character defects were. My ‘ego’. My ‘lording it’ over everyone that I was the one paying for everything, working my ass off in marathon binge sessions to make sure everyone’s kit was state-of-the-art. Getting reamed out if someone did get a shot through the armor, like when Clint took that bullet graze. My fault,” he said, gesturing to himself. “The rest followed Rogers’ lead in his attitude, same as on the battlefield. Why did I feel close to Nat? She just sat there and kept her mouth shut. Bruce too. He tried defending me a couple of times. He saw how hard I was working. But… confrontation? Not good for Mr. Green.” Tony turned away and looked out the window, watching the ground slide by. “The armor? Gained a lot of new layers during those years.”

Peter massaged Tony’s bicep and gazed out the window with him.

“The post-Berlin compound was kind of a relief,” Tony continued. “Lonely, in the way that when you get used to something, even something bad, you miss it. But peaceful. Now? Not so peaceful anymore. There’s New-Cap, who was Old-Cap’s best friend and learned all about me from him, The inherited boyfriend who killed my mom. And the witch lady who hates me because one of my missiles blew up her home. That’s what’s waiting for me down there. Oh, and Fury trying to rebuild SHIELD.”

“Are the training fields you designed still being used?”

“Cap did most of the design on those. He was the one with boot camp experience. I just provided the land and a bit of technical support. But the fields are still there and they’ll be used again, once Fury’s got his recruits. Not yet though. The building projects, the fields, everything but the main building got abandoned after the snap. It’s kept up, not gone to seed, but empty, unfinished.”

“What about the labs at the compound, where you first developed the nanotech?”

“Those stayed.” Tony was proud of one thing he’d done to the compound. “When the compound was first built, with SHIELD’s needs as well as the Avengers’, the labs were relegated to the basement, an afterthought. I built a new building that replicated everything I had at Stark Tower before it got the big A on the side of it.”

He shook his head and huffed a little laugh. “I guess I do have the ego Cap accused me of. It’s probably ridiculous how much what they did to the tower bothered me. That damn A. SHIELD and the Avengers took over what I built. I had to buy another building for Stark Industries. The offices were requisitioned. My labs there became communal property and I couldn’t work in peace or work on anything for Stark without risking industrial espionage.

“But at least they left me my home, didn’t kick me out to use the penthouse for Fury or change it to an administration space. The two levels we live on and the one small lab level where we mess around, those I got to keep. Those I locked them the fuck out of. No one came up to our house without my permission. Which, of course, Cap tore me apart over.

“They changed the design I’d had worked so hard on with the architects. God, I hated the way they took the smooth curve of the top of the tower and put that big clunky angular box jutting out, breaking that line. The way it curved? Man, weeks were spent getting that mathematically correct while maintaining the aesthetics of it. The minute I dropped you off at May’s after Berlin, I was on the phone to my architect and the builders to fix that abomination stuck onto my building. Then I kicked everyone remaining out to the compound, not that there were a lot of people left.

“I actually had more peace and quiet at the compound labs during the ‘A’ phase than I had at home. That’s why there was duplication in the new building. I didn’t want the lot of them messing with the electron microscope. I kinda just hid it at the labs upstate behind a big ‘do not enter’ sign. I needed it to develop the nanotech. That I definitely wasn’t going to share with the Avengers. I built the Mark 50 at the compound’s labs and no one poked their nose into what I was doing or demanded that it be ‘for the team’.

“Then my world fell apart,” Tony said, giving Peter’s very solid, not dust, hand a squeeze. “I let the compound’s labs be abandoned and the whole place was taken over by Nat and Steve.

“Oh! I did do one thing there after that. I said there hadn’t been any work done on the fields, but I was wrong. They were completely torn up for a while. I built the tunnel for a much larger prismatic accelerator. It runs underneath them, with the beam emerging in the sub-basement of the lab. That way I didn’t have to worry about replacing the core,” he said, tapping the arc reactor. “I could create enough to power the arc for twelve lifetimes.”

“That was my last project before I retired. The next, was solving Lang’s time travel problem up at the lake house and bringing it here.”

As Tony told Peter about his work at the compound’s labs, the unpleasantness of talking about the Avengers fell away. Talking tech to Peter was better than an entire pharmacy of antidepressants.

“But that accelerator? I made so many improvements scaling it up.” Tony grinned at Peter. “It is so cool to watch that beam of light… it’s much larger than the one in Malibu. When it hits the receptacle and it shifts and starts to glow? Yeah,” Tony said proudly.

“That’s what I work on when you’re at class — scaling up the arc under the tower. Been working on that since forever. When I’m ready for a prototype, I’ll need the accelerator again. I’ll teach you how to use it.”

Their tech talk excitement didn’t last, as Tony looked out the window and saw the buildings of the compound, small in the far distance. There was still the fact that Peter wanted to talk to Tony about something that could only be talked about at this emotionally complicated place. Even though no detail, not even a hint, was revealed, Tony knew it was going to be one of those ‘serious conversations’. ‘Serious conversations’ rarely ended well. Or at least their middles were… highly unpleasant, even if they somehow did manage to end… not horribly.

But Peter insisted that the conversation he needed to have had to happen upstate. Tony knew he shouldn’t feel that way — it was Peter, and Peter would never do that to him — but it felt like a trap.

He was trying to figure out how to keep the openness he wanted with Peter at all times, and keep the mask on with everyone else. He’d do it. He had to. Nothing was going to make him go back to the way things had been. If he needed to… he winced inwardly at the thought… protect himself, he’d beat a cowardly retreat to his room. Like a child. But he would stay open with Peter. He’d stay him and not his mask for the entire weekend.

Not doing a great job of it, Tony, he chided himself, noticing he’d fallen into silence again. But neither did Peter seem eager to talk anymore. The run-up to a ‘serious conversation’ wasn’t exactly conducive to a ‘casual conversation’.

[readerwinterbarnes]

Jealousy Feeling -Pt.2

Bucky x Reader

Summary: Bucky finally asks her and goes on his first date in 70 years. He’s been on countless dates before, so why does he feel so nervous?

Word Count: 1,593

Warnings: post-WS Bucky, self-hatred, fluff, cute & nervous Bucky

A/N: Bucky’s POV. For AnaGP on AO3 & thesuperwholock394 who really enjoyed this and wanted a second part. I had a blast writing this!!

“Seriously, get a grip,” I ran my hands through my hair nervously, “you’re the fuckin’ Winter Soldier you fuckin’ shit.” I looked at my reflection, I knew I looked good, my arm was covered by a denim jacket, the black jeans and boots were a nice touch - thanks to Nat - but I still felt out of place.

No, scratch that, I’m fucking terrified that everyone’s going to see me out and about with some girl. But not just any girl….Y/N. Steve’s best friend who everyone knows about. I mean, I totally understand how someone would be disgusted with the fact of everyone’s favorite staff member of Tony’s is dating the guy who killed his parents.

Not to mention PR would blow up. God, what would they think of Steve? Knowing that his best friend, murderer, killer, is dating a fellow member of his team. Fuck, would they attack Y/N because of her interests in me? And how Steve would’ve made a better man for her. Maybe going on this date with Y/N is a bad idea.

“If you hate the outfit that much, you can just change it.” Steve was standing by the doorway, propped up by his hip.

“What?”

“This about the date? Because if it is, you don’t have to worry about it. She’s actually really excited.”

“Why?” Steve’s face grew concerned when he heard my arm recalibrate. Something that it more often did when I grew tense or agitated.

“What do you mean why?”

“You know why, Steve.” I sigh out in frustration, the clothes feeling even more constricting than they did before.

“Well, enlighten me then.”

“Look at me, Steve!” I threw my hands up, arm humming loudly due to the movement. “Look at me and tell me what you see!”

“I see the jerk I grew up with, who’s freaking the fuck out over a date with a girl he’s been smitten with for the longest time.” My arms dropped back to my sides in defeat. He didn't get it, he didn’t understand.

“And you honestly think it’s a good idea for me to do this? Me? The man who tried to kill all of you, who could still kill all of you?” Steve groans lowly in frustration, but I kept my mouth shut. Knowing that he’d rip me a new one either way.

“This is more than just going on a date isn’t it?” I look away, trying to distance myself mentally from the situation. Really not wanting to talk about this anymore. “You know I don’t care about any of that right? Neither does Y/N. Pepper’s in charge of all the PR for us, that includes you. Plus, I’m pretty sure Nat would love to convince those who think otherwise, that in fact, it's a great idea.”

I stare down at my feet, taking in what he said, still trying to wrap my head around the fact that I’m actually going to do this. “What if she doesn’t like what she sees?”

“I’m pretty sure she likes what she sees, Buck.” Shaking my head, I look back to the mirror, flexing my left hand.

“But what if she doesn’t?” Steve sighed softly, coming up beside me and gripped my left shoulder.

“She likes you Buck and everything about you. She told me that she loves the fact that you’re so brave in every way. So,” he turned me around and shoved me towards the door, “calm yo tits and go get her.”

I laugh, facing Steve, “You really need to stop hanging out with Sam, Steve. He’s a bad influence.” I head out to go pick up Y/N, my date. Fuck….I’m going to pick up my date.

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“Bucky! You’re here, come in! I just have to grab my shoes.” Y/N leaves the door open and runs off to get her shoes. I look around the room. As I walk in, there are pictures on the wall of everyone.

My heart stopped. I leaned in closer to get a better look, but there it was. There was a picture of me leaning against a window, eyes closed with the sun streaming down on me. I look…..tired, but yet….peaceful.

“I hope you don’t mind.” Y/N was pointing at the photo, a small smile on her face. “But you looked so calm there and well…” she looked down and toed the carpet, “I could never get a nice picture of you, without it turning into Grumpy Cat.”

“No, it’s...it’s okay.” I take a nervous step towards her. “I’ve never...never seen myself like that before. Not,” now it was my turn to look away, “not for a long time.” A soft hand placed itself on my cheek, my shoulders drop as I push back into the touch.

“We could take another one today if you want. Of just the two of us.” I place a kiss to her palm, before linking our fingers together.

“I know just the place, doll.”

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It didn’t take us long, but we ended up in the one place I loved to go to when I couldn't’ sleep. The Botanical Gardens. It was late in the afternoon when it was less crowded, but none of that mattered because I was taking her to a place where I often went to. We stopped and looked at the cherry blossoms on the trees, walking down the paths in content silence. Y/N would often stop to look at something and it would give me the perfect opportunity to look at her. The way her smile grew as children danced under the falling petals, grandparents sitting beside each other, silent with smiles on their faces.

“So where are you taking me? Or is it a big secret?”

I nervously ran my hand along my neck. “Well, it’s...it’s actually a...private place. Steve doesn’t even know about it.” I say the last part under my breath, now feeling even more nervous about this whole thing.

“Would it be easier to just show me?” I nod quickly, taking her hand once again leading her down the path before she could say anything. Before I could change my mind. A few minutes later and here we were, standing in front of a pond, looking out towards a bridge and trees. Everything was so green and...alive. Which is why I loved coming here, it made me feel that way. Alive.

“Bucky, this….oh my god….this is beautiful.” Y/N’s face lit up in awe, her eyes widening at the sight. She stood absolutely still. Only moving when she breathed. She looked so beautiful standing there, the light shining down on her through the trees.

“Buck, I - I don’t know what to say.” Her eyes locked with mine and I couldn't, I needed to let her know how I felt. Closing the gap between us, I held her face softly and kissed her. Not the one we shared up on the roof, but one much more than that. She sighed against me, resting her hands on top of mine. Needing her closer, I brought mine down to rest on her hips, pulling her closer. Y/N brought her hands up to my face, grazing her fingertips over the light stubble on my jaw, then through my hair. Resting on the back of my neck.

Remembering we were still in a public place, I reluctantly pulled away, resting my forehead against hers. And there we stood, in the quiet. The sound of the wind rustling through the leaves, the distant sound of families somewhere nearby.

“Look at them, dear. Told you romance isn’t dead, Gerold.” The both of us jumped at the voices. The elder couple we saw earlier happened to be walking by.

“Oh sorry, excuse Marge, it’s just not every day we see love like yours with younger couples.” Y/N blushed, hiding her face in my neck. I laughed slightly.

“Thank you, sir.”

“Sir? Ooo, he has manners as well as being young and dashing.” Marge’s face lit up, winking over at me. I felt my face grow warm.

“We’ll let you youngins get back to it, no need to stop on our account.” Now I’m pretty sure my face is red. The couple said their goodbyes and left. Leaving us both flustered and embarrassed, even though we’re not doing anything. I’m afraid to look up not wanting to show Y/N how red I was. God this was embarrassing. On the first date no less.

But Y/N was convincing, her hands stroked my hair easing my face from her neck, where I was hiding. “Can’t believe we got caught, by the same couple we were spying on earlier.” I held her tighter.

“I think it would be best if we left. I’m going to need to hide from the world for the rest of the week.” Y/N giggled, linking her hand with mine.

“Come on, young and dashing, let’s order in and watch a movie when we get back.” And that’s exactly what we did. We changed into our night clothes, ordered Chinese, popped popcorn and Y/N helped me get caught up in the movies I missed. It was just the two of us. No one else. And it felt...right. Sure, we might be put in the news before the week is over, but Steve was right. Y/N wants this, wants this with me. And I wouldn’t change it for the world.

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