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The more Tony talked, the more that sick feeling in Scott’s stomach shifted from an instinctive something’s wrong to a clarifying reality is far worse than I expected kind of sickness. The words…Scott heard them, but he was having a hard time processing it all. It’s a slap in the face. Not from Tony, oh no. From Steve Rogers, Captain America, the hero Scott had admired ever since he was a kid…how quickly that image started to crumble with this knowledge.
Steve Rogers didn’t have the damn decency to treat Tony with respect and tell the truth. Come clean and make things right. Self-righteousness over actual righteousness.
And what was it all for? Nothing, it felt like. It all felt…empty. What happened in Germany felt empty. Rhodey getting injured like he did felt empty. Scott in feeling like he was taking a stand and doing what was right because Captain America called upon him to fight, now it all felt empty. His own house arrest. Was that all for nothing too? Two years of his life wasted because Steve should not have kept a secret.
And Tony…oh God, the thought of all of that just made Scott’s heart physically ache. He couldn’t fathom what it was like. But watching Tony’s eyes while he told the story betrayed enough depth of pain that Scott could grasp a semblance of how much it hurt. To say it hurt like hell felt like an understatement.
Scott’s horrified by all of this. And he’s angry. “I…” Unable to stand still, too jumbled up with strong emotions to stay still, he started to pace. “I don’t know what to say, I…” He stopped long enough to look at Tony and say, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. For everything. You didn’t deserve that, any of that. None of that is right. Hell if I had known a shred of this in Germany I…” He ran his hands over his face a few times and growled as he paced again. “I was on the wrong side the whole time and I had no idea.”
Most of the time, nights at home weren’t too bad. Scott could keep his mind occupied long enough until he went to sleep that he’s not bothered being alone. He’s been in therapy long enough to take care of any negative, intrusive thoughts that pop up in his mind.
But sometimes the house was too quiet and his mind was too loud. Sometimes the quiet of the house and the volume of his brain liked to tag team and remind him of what he’s lost, how he’s messed up, and how little worth he sometimes thought he had.
Hope’s out of town; Cassie’s at her mom’s; and Luis would definitely be asleep by now. Scott needed a friend, and he needed one pretty badly right now. Hell, he knew exactly who he needed - and wanted - to talk to, but it took him longer than he would care to admit before he actually called Tony. Not necessarily looking for reassurance or anything, but Tony is is good friend and he just has a knack for making Scott grin. He needed that the most right now. And he hoped to God he wasn’t actually interrupting Tony’s sleep. @youknowwhoiamaskblog
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#poor bb Tony#Obadiah gave me MAJOR abuse vibes from the start#and I can’t stand him#also Tony’s face in that one scene you mentioned#dude yes iron mun#it was at that moment that I could not handle Steve Rogers anymore#I liked him in first avenger and the avengers#then things started going downhill#and the more I watch civil war#the way he deals with everything with Tony and with his team#I just can’t.#I was team iron man all the way and still am#and in his heart Scott is team iron man too#if given the choice#a REAL choice#where he knew all the facts#I think he would have sided with Tony#cap is not cap anymore#cap is just steve now#also…imagine all of this in correlation with my blood bros au 👀
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Tony & Ziva Caps: Season 10 Episode 20
#NCIS#Tony Dinozzo#Michael Weatherly#Tony Dinozzo Picspam#Ziva David#Cote de Pablo#Ziva David Picspam#Tiva#Tiva Picspam#poor bb was so mad and upset that he was left out
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Tony tony tony
Gojo geto kuna nanami choso toji
Who would you fuck, marry, kiss, punch, kill, slap
But okokok, putting aside making myself a reverse-harem with them all:
Fuck - Geto (I mean....who wouldn't....just look at him, oh I wanna make him cry.)
Marry - Gojo (Rich AND pretty? It's a win-win, don't come at me for how ridiculous Tony Gojo sounds)
Kiss - Choso (He's my poor bb, I really couldn't do anything mean)
Punch - Toji (I don't even feel bad, bro wouldn't even feel it.)
Kill - Sukuna (LISTEN- I still hold a grudge for what he did to my husband and sons, tragic backstory be damned idgaf.)
Slap - Nanami (I'd slap that ass and watch its seismic jiggle that's what.)
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Pit Babe Anniversary Rewatch! Episode 2!
Getting into the end of Week 1 of the Pit Babe 1st anniversary rewatch just in time by finishing off my day with Episode 2! Looking very forward to this one fajsdfahkhs thoughts as I watch will be down below!
Okay yes I'll be changing my phone ring tone to Speed of Love, I'm too far own this rabbit hole lol
Oh we start off with Tony and his interview lsjdfalsfsa
Tony has perfected the "smile that doesn't reach your eyes" trope, he looks like he just wants to murder that reporter asking him all these questions
That direct look into the camera when talking about "old racer" Babe 👀
Uncle Alan always so caring, worrying about Babe being okay instead of the race betting 🥹
First "Daddy" of the series
Nefarious plot and flashback, ugh yes, sign me the tf up (again)
I mean look, Kenta managing to hold back Alpha Babe is pretty solid of him LOL
I love Babe's confidence, like even though he's got those bad memories he's not afraid to face up against his adoptive father
THE SHOULDER TOUCH, WAY 😭😭 BABE LOOKS LIKE HE'S UNDER A SPELL HERE, GOD, THE SIGNS FROM THE BEGINNING ARE SO BRILLIANT
Far out I'm not going to shut up about this am I??
Again tho, it has to be said - Alan in a singlet top 😔👌
And now Babe and Charlie in a singlet tops 😔👌
Of course Babe can't resist such a sunshine smile, man is already so smitten even while brooding and I totally get it haha
JEFF!! AHH! THERE'S OUR BABY BOY DRINKING HIS PINK MILKSHAKE!! 😭
Lol I can't, every time I see 'UAC' I think of University Admissions Centre 🤣
Damn Kenta is doing the work - and he looks so happy too he probably thinks this is gonna make Tony love him
This obsession with cars of any kind amuses me but like, I also wanna build a track and play too 🥲
BRUH the omegaverse, I know I watched this entire thing but I still get so 😮 when I see it manifest on my screen, what a time to be alive
Puppy Charlie 🐶 these two are so cat and dog coded
There he is, there's baby boy Jeff coming to save the day 🥹
Show 'em Jeff, show 'em how good you are and get that job!!! Haha I'm writing him so much more insecure in my current fic but I love seeing him so confident in himself here ahaha
The duck under Alan's arm kills me
LMAO Dean, North, Sonic please, laughing like that at poor Alan who can't even get a handshake 😭
LMAO I forgot Babe calls Jeff cute here, and Way too like almost winks at him, bb boy is just too adorable 😭
I'm like honed into whatever North and Sonic are doing in the background at any given moment, js
Look at North, such a gossip lol
But also the instigator, damn, Babe is not playing
He also says he's not jealous that Charlie is talking to Jeff but we all know that's a lie lol
He also says he's not angry but welp, LOL
Again with Babe's jealousy, look how happy Charlie looks about it AHAHA
I actually do like that Babe is teaching Charlie in between all the 'concetration' he does
KIMMMMMM WHAT'S UP BOY!! WELCOME
Winner, I can't believe by this point you've been on my screen longer than bb Jeff AHAHAH
Winner: *Trash talks Babe into fighting with him* Also Winner: *Sics Kim on Charlie*
The attraction that Babe has for Charlie in this moment is peak *chef's kiss*
This is a great fight scene actually goddamn
AYEE go go Charlie
Winner once again losing at life (I'm going to keep a tally, this is loss number 3 for him so far in the series since he copped it twice already in the first episode AHAHA)
Bad idea to be smacking Kim against the wall, Winner 👀
Told you, there goes your fkn wrist babes do I could this as a loss for the tally AHAHA
AYEEE CHARLIE IS GETTING HIS CAR! 🙌 and what a choice he makes, the car that made Babe King of the Hallows
Way is quaking
There's gotta be a work for the kink Charlie has for Babe's coaching because he's really enjoying himself but I'd be crying 🤣😭
Dean is so chill, but look at how his words are cutting Way deeply haha
UGH MY HEART HURTS AT THIS BEAUTIFUL FRIENDSHIP BETWEEN WAY AND BABE AHHHHH WHY 😭😭
PLEASE that kiss Babe planted on Way's cheek healed my soul 😭
"Alai-wa"
"You're my best friend but complain like my boyfriend" lmao Way WISHES 😭
Here are the terrible two ready to cause trouble! Now being asked to keep an eye on Charlie.
Charlie has been called a puppy 3 times this episode ahaha
North is drunk but can see clearly that Way loves Babe
NORTH SAYING IF HE AND SONIC WERE EVER CLOSER THEY'D BE LOVERS 👀👀👀
Poor Alan lmao everyone always laughing at him
Way switches from supportive friend to bitch real quick and I'm here for it - but goddamn, he's harsh to Charlie
WAY HATES CHARLIE SO MUCH HE LITERALLY TELEPORTED TO INTIMIDATE HIM 🤣
I swear to god I was not planning on thirsting over Alan while rewatching this but lo and behold here I am. Thirsting.
Kenta, baby, sorry but Alan is not going to give you his son Pit Babe, no matter how much you offer - though that is a great way to end the episode ahh 👀
PETE IN THE PREVIEW YESSSS the family's all here!!
ALAN GIVING JEFF A KISS ON THE HEAD JKSFHSKJADHFJSKA
The no-kissing rule gets broken next ep, YESHH
And my favourites, the behind the scenes 🥹
Ep 2 is done!! Right in time for Week 2 of the anniversary event, yay!
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I feel like Tony fed us *thee* pic of the season to us poor cashless people that cat suscribe nor buy their stuff 😂
She was like “yo, sorry ur not getting first dibs on this drop but here’s a cute pic of us 😉 🧡 “
Carl was like…”thats cute bb. Post it”
All love 🤙🏼🧡
they're so nice to us 😭
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Embers: Season 1 E1-5 (TikTok Series @s.lynbarnes)
S1 E1:
(You are running through the city, pain searing in your side. You can’t stop no matter how bad you want to. You have to keep pushing.)
(“Just a little bit further.” You think to yourself as you continue to propel yourself forward. The tower isn’t far from you, it's finally in your view. It takes everything in you to not look back.)
(You're only about 50 feet from the door but it still seems so far away.)
(40 feet)
(30 feet)
(20 feet)
(10 feet)
(5 feet)
(Finally you make it to the door and start pounding as hard as you can until finally a dark haired blue eyed man opens the door.)
Y/N: I need h- (Before you can finish your sentence you collapse and the man catches you before you hit the ground.)
(He then realizes your gunshot wound and is covered in your blood.)
B: Y/N? (His eyes go wide once he sees your face.)
S1 E2:
B: Y/N? (His eyes go wide once he sees your face.)
(He looks back down at your wound to find you bleeding out quickly. He picks you up and carries you quickly to the Med Bay and calls for Bruce.)
BB: Bucky, what happened?
B: I heard a knock on the door and when I answered it she collapsed in my arms. Can you help her?
BB: I should be able to, I just need to stop the bleeding.
B: Can I do anything to help?
BB: I need more gauze pads.
B: On it!
(Steve walks in after hearing all the commotion.)
S: What’s going on? Who is this?
B: She is a friend. She collapsed at the door, it’s a long story I’ll explain later.
N: What’s going on? (She asks, entering the room.)
B: I need everyone out! I will explain later, right now Bruce needs to focus and I won’t leave until I know she is okay.
(Bruce and Bucky work on you as quickly as they can to stabilize you.)
S1 E3:
(2 days later)
(Steve comes in carrying a plate of food for Bucky)
S: Do you care to finally share who this girl is and why you are so concerned with her?
B: I know her. She was in HYDRA with me and I trained her. They told me she was dead after an incident between us happened while on a mission together. I can’t leave her alone again.
S: Is she- (Bucky cuts him off)
B: A super soldier? No. She is enhanced but not like we are.
S: And this incident between the two of you? Do I even want to ask?
B: No.
S1 E4:
(Later that day)
(Bucky is passed out in a chair in your med room)
(You let out a whimper as you start to come to. Your eyes flicker open to an unfamiliar room, you see a man sitting in a chair in the corner of your room. You are unsure of what’s happening.)
BB: Good, you’re awake.
Y/N: What happened? Where am I?
BB: My name is Bruce Banner and you are in the Avengers tower in a room for our med bay. You are safe now. As for what happened we are not quite sure. We know you were shot but we don’t know by who or why. What is your name?
Y/N: Y/N. My son. Where is my son?
BB: You have a son?
Y/N: Yes. He’s 9… he should be here with me.
BB: When you came here you were alone. If you can give us his name then maybe I can see if we can find him for you.
Y/N: His name is Lucas. He… he… (You search your mind trying to piece things together) HYDRA. His handler has him. He is in danger. (You say as you start to regain some of your memories.) I need to go. I have to find him. (You start to pull your IV out but are cut off by a growly voice.)
B: We will find him. (Bucky says as he wipes the sleep from his eyes) You were just shot, you need to rest.
Y/N: I need him to be safe.
B: I promise you, I will make sure we find him.
Y/N: Thank you… (Your eyes are once again too heavy and you fall unconscious once more.)
S1 E5:
(Bucky stands up getting ready to leave.)
BB: Do you really think you can find this kid?
B: I have to try especially if HYDRA has him…(Bucky lowers his head and quickly exits the room)
(Back in the lounge)
T: She can’t stay here we don’t know her.
S: Bucky clearly does and doesn’t find her to be of any harm otherwise I don’t think he would have helped her.
W: Steve is right on this Tony, the poor girl dropped here of all places looking for help. Shouldn’t we do exactly that? Help?
N: I understand that but what if she is dangerous, She is in HYDRA. This could be a trap.
T: Thank you, Nat.
B: Would you all shut the hell up! She isn’t IN HYDRA. She was taken by them and tortured for years. She also has a child who is in serious danger. So if you would all stop plotting against her and maybe ask the only person who knows anything about her then you would open your eyes and help. Her kid is with a handler. Which means if she doesn’t return soon they will either torture or kill a 9 year old boy. I think we need to focus on saving a family before we discuss what to do next.
S: (Looking at Bucky with many questions rolling around in his head)
W: Well I don’t know about you all but I’m not going to let them harm a child.
S: I’m with Buck on this.
N: Sorry Tony, regardless of the mom, there is a boy at stake… it’s too close to home. I’m with you Bucky.
T: Don’t look at me like I’m evil.. Of course we are going to save the kid. We’ll discuss the girl later.
#TikTokPOV#marvel#marvel mcu#POVseries#fanfic#bucky barnes#bucky barnes x y/n#bucky barnes x female reader#TikTok
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Novella feedback incoming, apologies.
Miguel’s sleep husked voice fills your ears
Asdhfjsksjfjdj give me
Besides, even if you couldn’t see him, you’d be able to sense the anger vibrating off of him a mile away.
We love his grumpy ass lol
God, you are already seeing dollar signs. Lobster. Caviar. All the rare exotic and poisonous puffer fish sushi you've only dreamed of eating. You've always wanted to be a gold digger, you've just never been close enough to a gold mine.
That’s right babe! lol this part had me cackling. Tony was 1000% spot on, like I could literally hear RDJ in all his tiny glory sassing a giant version of Oscar Isaac and I was snorting.
Poor reader has to have the universe trying to yeet her off planet Earth to have these two men showing interest omg lol
His entire back is curved up like a hissing cat.
Oh god, this is a word picture as is, but what I wouldn’t give for a @guruan illustration (no pressure, babes, just giving a compliment!)
“No.” Miguel says. He straightens up his posture and crosses his arms over his chest with a haughty expression on his face. “My suit is technologically superior to all the technology you’ve got in this building combined. It’s a bum deal. Your arc reactor has palladium in it and would be poisonous for long term use. It’s practically defunct and I only need it for a one time use.”
Um. This Miguel flex had me on the ground! 🫠🫠 It is a hell of a guy who just gives Tony stark this level of mouth. I mean he’s like the *main* avenger 🤣 (great line).
“I could’ve gotten it for you,”
Ajdhfjskskdjdjjd miguelllll that’s the sweetest, bb
Rude Protective Spiderman™ That's it, that's him forever, you own it now.
EVERY YOU EVERY ME #10
COLLABORATED WITH @THIRSTWORLDPROBLEMSS
Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x female reader
Summary: Miguel tries to rob a superhero and you try to stop him.
Word count: 5,750
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[Previous] [TBC]
It’s another mundane morning in your office. You’re hiding away in your cubicle with your breakfast croissant and coffee, scrolling the news on your phone.
Ever since the cosmic murder attempts have started, reading news hasn't been the same for you. It’s no longer a case of innocently keeping up to date with current events. Because now you can’t read the sensationalist headlines without a small pang of guilt that you may have been the unwilling root cause for so many of them.
‘Apocalyptic blizzard in August.’
‘Stampede escape from Brooklyn zoo.’
‘Freak electric storm causes wide city blackout’.
It’s all just too macabre for you this early, it’s not even 10am. Your eyes flicker down, only skimming to make sure that there has been no casualties involved with each incident before scrolling away again. Then you opt for the technology section instead. Hoping it is a little bit less catastrophic and kinder on your nerves.
‘Tony Stark’s Arc Reactor Returns Home to Stark Tower.’
Your fingers pause at the headline. Stark always makes for a good read and good gossip, you think to yourself as you take another sip from your morning coffee and start to read:
‘Tony Stark, the notorious billionaire philanthropist and avid Star Wars memorabilia collector, has announced his decision to move his iconic arc reactor back to his home in New York City. The self-sustaining fusion power source kept Stark alive during the infamous hostage incident where he was captured and detained in Afghanistan by the Ten Rings terrorist organization’.
‘Self-sustaining fusion power source…’ you repeat the phrase in your head, parsing over the words. Why does that sound so familiar to you?
You read it again, and this time instead of your own voice, the memory of Miguel’s sleep husked voice fills your ears:
“Your world is not technically advanced enough for me to build an upgraded self-sustaining fusion power source that would be needed.”
Adrenaline buzzes bright in your brain, and you stand up from your desk so fast you nearly knock over your chair.
Finally! It’s the Eureka moment you have been waiting for all this time.
You peer over the cubicle wall, scanning the room for Miguel. It doesn’t take you long at all to spot him; his oversized frame is hard to miss. Besides, even if you couldn’t see him, you’d be able to sense the anger vibrating off of him a mile away.
In the corner at the far end of the open-plan office, Miguel is abusing the poor printer again. He’s cramming a fistful of papers into the feeding slot like it’s a duck he’s trying to force feed to make foie gras, and judging from the vein straining on his forehead, the man is about two seconds from lifting the 50 pound machine and launching it out through one of the building’s windows.
You shake your head at the scene. You don't understand how someone so smart, so intelligent, so apt with technology—he built an A.I. so advanced it would make the most high tech of Stark Industry's prototypes look like a kindergartener's chicken scrawl—can be so inept when it comes to dealing with a basic printer.
“Miguel,” you whisper loudly, and despite the fact that he’s on the other side of a bustling office, he immediately turns to look at you.
You beckon him over, practically bouncing with excitement as you wait for him to cross the room, and as soon as he’s within reach, you stand on the tip of your toes and cup a hand around his ear so you can covertly whisper the news of your discovery.
“Stark has an arc reactor.”
You’re beaming with pride that you’ve found a solution to your dilemma, and look up at Miguel expectantly for him to celebrate with you and maybe even praise you.
Instead, he looks down at you without reaction. “What’s Stark?”
"Wait, are you serious?"
You almost think he’s doing one of his sarcastic comedic bits with you, but the angle of his right eyebrow, raised in cluelessness tells you otherwise.
"How do you know so much about Dr. Strange, but not know who Tony Stark is? He’s like the main Avenger."
Miguel merely shrugs at you. "Avengers aren't really a thing where I'm from."
You shove your phone into his hand and watch as his eyes flicker over the screen, reading through the article in a matter of a few seconds. When he’s done, he places the phone back on your desk, then grabs your left hand, leaning down as he lifts it up towards him. For a second you think he’s about to kiss your hand.
"Lyla," Miguel announces, and the watch buzzes warmly against your wrist as Lyla's hologram reforms in the small space above.
"Give me the layout of the Stark Tower, identify vulnerabilities in the security system and outline the most optimal entrance points for a break-in."
Did he just say break-in?
"Wait, wait,” you interrupt quickly, trying to defuse the situation, before he gets too far ahead of himself. “Miguel, we are NOT breaking into the Stark Tower."
"How else would we do it?"
“We could just talk to him. Lyla can hack into his schedule and book us a meeting with him, right?”
“And then what?”
“We’d ask him to help us?” you suggest, not understanding why he skipped straight over the most obvious answer and went right to breaking and entering. Though from the way Miguel is staring at you in blank confusion you may as well have spontaneously grown horns on your head.
“...Nicely,” you add, in case that wasn’t already clear.
“Because that would require us to talk to him. He would just say no, Cielito. I’d prefer to break in. Cleaner that way. More efficient. Easier.”
You can’t believe this man just admitted to being so socially awkward he thinks committing a felony is easier than having to hold a conversation with a stranger.
"Asking is pointless. No scientist is just going to hand over something like an arc reactor to a couple of strangers because they asked nicely. Besides, even if we arrange a meeting with him by hacking into his calendar, he’ll know something is up the moment he sees us. You’ll just wind up getting thrown out by security.”
Ok maybe he has a point there.
"What if we tricked him? Made him think we have something he wants?”
"Like what?"
"Stark collects rare Star Wars collectibles. We can lie and say we're collectors with a rare piece to sell like the Kenner Star Wars Boba Fett prototype?"
His right brow raises at a skeptical angle and he’s staring at you like you’re speaking a foreign language.
"Cielo, that's insane."
You bristle at that.
"How is your idea any better?" you demand.
"A break-in wouldn't require much effort or rely on the goodwill or stupidity of someone else. It’s much easier–"
“You’re talking about breaking into the personal home of an Avenger!” you interrupt because you’re not listening to any more of his madness, “He’s arguably the smartest member of a team made up of the mightiest heroes on Earth, and you want to try to steal from him, Miguel!? That is not easier!”
The office has gone alarmingly quiet around you. You look around to see that your heated discussion is gaining unwarranted attention from the rest of the office. All of a sudden, the endless click and clack of the keyboards stop.
You give your curious coworkers a strained smile, then lean up close to Miguel again, muttering under your breath. “We’ll discuss this when we get home.”
Miguel doesn’t say anything else, but you can feel his eyes pinned to your back as you walk to your chair and sit back down at your desk to finish your croissant in two mouthfuls, chugging down the remainder of your coffee.
An hour before noon, Miguel comes to your cubicle. He sets down a lunchbox and from the logo on the plastic grocery bag you can tell that it’s from your favorite Bodega round the corner.
“I have a quick errand to run for work at lunch. I’ll be back within the hour,” Miguel tells you, “Lyla will guard you, and if something happens she’ll alert me immediately. Don’t go anywhere.”
You look up from your screen to see him stand over your desk with that passive expression etched onto his stoic face, as if there is nothing out of the ordinary.
In the last month, Miguel hasn’t let you out of his sight for longer than a handful of minutes (primarily to get more snacks when they run out).
Miguel thinks he’s being so slick. It’s insulting to your intelligence that he thinks you don’t know what he is up to: he’s obviously going to spend his lunch hour trying to rob Tony Stark.
But that’s fine, you’re not going to openly question Miguel on his suspicious behavior. If he’s not here that means you are free to get up to whatever you want.
… Including approaching a certain multibillionaire that has the one item in his possession that could save both your life and the universe as you know it from collapsing.
It’s why you wave at him as he makes his way to the exit and pay close attention to him leaving through the front glass door and take the elevator down to the ground floor. Then for good measure you wait another five minutes to make sure that he will fully be out of hearing range with his super-senses before you raise your wrist to your face.
“Lyla,” you whisper.
“Hello, boss girl! Wasssuuuup,” she greets, elongating the word sassily for comedic effect, and you can’t help but smile.
Lyla, as entertaining as she is, is an enigma to you. You don’t understand how Miguel with his short patience-span and entirely lacking sense of humor would have programmed this A.I. to have this kind of personality. Not to mention a deep archive of a millenial’s pop-culture media reference from this dimension.
“What can I do you for?” Lyla asks, shooting you gun-fingers with a cheeky flare.
You part your mouth, but hesitate to make the request.
This is illegal isn’t it? Hacking into someone’s calendar to arrange a meeting with them under false pretenses. God, what if you get taken away in handcuffs within the first 30 seconds of entering the building, featured on Deuxmoi as a crazy stalker fan.
So far the only “illegal” thing you’ve used Lyla for is to generate Netflix passwords and hack into HBO Max to watch Succession. This is a significant next level step.
Maybe you should run downstairs and catch Miguel before he leaves the building? You could plead your case again. Try to reason with him that breaking and entering isn’t the way to go about it and the two of you should approach Tony Stark by having a mature and adult conversation.
Yeah. Right. You snort even as you think it. Miguel is never going to be persuaded on this point and you are quickly running out of time. There’s only one thing to do:
“Lyla, can you please arrange a lunchtime meeting for me with Tony Stark today.”
The lobby of Stark Tower is much like any other commercial buildings you’d find in the Financial District. Heck, it's not that much different from the one you navigate every morning at the Chrysler building. If anything, the only surprise is how ordinary the Stark Tower is.
When you enter the main lobby, you have to sign in with a stern but clearly bored security guard, then use the guest security pass you’re given in order to access the elevators.
Once you reach the 90th floor, there is a distinct lack of staff up there. Only a single, sweet-looking old man, with a well trimmed mustache above his upper lip. He's swathed in a soft-knitted cardigan and wearing gigantic vintage-styled sunglasses indoors that make him appear bug-eyed as he peers up at you and walks with you to another set of elevators using a retinal scan for security and sends you on your way.
The door closes around you in the metal box, with a swift jump to the 91st floor.
When the door finally slides open it feels like you’ve entered another world. Minimalistic opulence is the keyword for it. There are windows along the entire space. A 360 view of the New York landscape and you almost feel like you are at an Aquarium with the amount of glass surrounding you. There’s pieces of half-built tech and prototypes everywhere. Imagine having so much money that you can allocate a whole floor of a manhattan skyscraper to essentially be your garage workshop.
“So you’re my 1pm that magically appeared today,” a happy-go-lucky voice sings out.
You jump in your skin, breaking your concentration from the view, as you turn around to see the infamous man of the hour standing behind you.
“Gotta say, when I was envisioning the sort of person who might be selling me a Kenner Star Boba Fett figure, I did not imagine a gorgeous knock-out,” he says, with an outstretched hand as he greets you.
Tony Stark is shorter in real life. Less formal than in the gettymarked photos you’ve seen of him at red carpet events and fancy galas, dressed up in the most tailored fit suits that money can possibly buy. He’s also a lot more charming than in photos. All big brown eyes, and pouty lips. He might be half the size of Miguel, but Tony Stark has more than enough charm and confidence to make up for it
“Let’s go somewhere we can talk.”
He is quick witted banter and dazzling diamond smiles as he shows you the residential suite of the Stark Tower. His hand rests on the side of your waist as he guides you through the long hall, making strong eye contact all the while down the hall. 91 floors up and you cannot hear a hint of the chaotic traffic noise downstairs, it’s oddly quiet save for the faint scratching noises you hear from the ceiling. (Guess even Stark towers cannot escape the city’s rodent issues).
“Anyone ever told you, your eyes really sparkle?” Stark says, as his hand slips from your shoulder to rest at the small of your back. “You’ve got this whole Disney princess thing going on. I dig it.”
Wait, is he flirting with you?
Tony Stark, Chief Executive Officer of Stark Industries. One of the top 20 richest men in America (according to Forbes). A man who can afford to buy the whole of planet Mars is flirting with you.
God, you are already seeing dollar signs. Lobster. Caviar. All the rare exotic and poisonous puffer fish sushi you've only dreamed of eating. You've always wanted to be a gold digger, you've just never been close enough to a gold mine.
Maybe this will be easier than you thought. If he likes you, maybe you can just flirt your way into getting the arc reactor. Ask him to lend it to you.
The two of you make your way past the glass doors and into another imposing large room, bare and minimalistic. Oddly, it feels dimly lit, given the size of the windows in the room.
It’s the size of the front lobby of your office building, and you realize halfway through that this room serves no other purpose except to store more of his junk. There are half built machines piled up in every corner. Boxes and boxes of tools haphazardly strewn across the room. It’s an outrageous waste of prime New York real estate that speaks to the man’s wealth.
In the middle of the room, there’s a silver medal that glows an eerie blue in the middle, encased in a display case. With the way it sparkles, you could almost mistake it for a precious aquamarine gemstone the size of your fist.
“Wow, is that the arc reactor?” you ask.
Stark doesn’t answer. Suddenly his chattiness is nowhere to be found, and as you turn to look at him you notice he’s not paying any attention to you. His eyes are fixed on the ceiling behind you.
You whip your head around and follow his gaze to see the familiar blue super-suit trailing behind you. The unmissable angry red spider embellished across his wide chest, as he hangs upside down like a cat burglar.
Has he been trailing behind you since you got here? Was that what the noises were?
Air whizzes through the space and the force of it reverberates across your cheek. A piece of red armor flies through the air and attaches itself to Stark’s arm.
You’ve seen enough highlight reels of Iron Man on the news channel to know what it means.
“Wait wait wait,” you shout out as you step in front of Stark in mid-transformation.
You fling your hands up high in a gesture of a white flag to de-escalate the situation. “This isn’t what it looks like!”
Stark’s eyebrow quirks up, tipping his head sardonically. "So your costumed sidekick hasn't been stalking us this entire time? Breaking and entering, not just into my tower–which is private property, by the way–but also bypassing security to access my private office? Yeah, I'm sure your intentions are entirely on the level."
Despite the sarcastic hostility in his tone Stark hasn’t summoned the rest of the armor. The rest of his iron suit is suspended in the air on standby two feet away. He’s only got the arm piece strapped to his arm as insurance and is clearly willing to give you at least a few seconds of a benefit of a doubt. Long enough to hopefully explain yourself and not start a Superhero brawl.
“He’s not dangerous,” you say, and the moment you say it, you want to kick yourself because of how suspicious that makes you sound.
You turn your head around to Miguel who’s done an aerial somersault with the grace of a ballerina despite his build and soundlessly landed back onto his feet on the ground.
“I can’t believe you went behind my back! We agreed to put a pin in this and wait to deal with Stark until we agreed on a plan. You said you weren’t going to break in!”
His masked eyes narrow into accusing slits, “Yeah? And what are you doing here then?”
“Stopping you before you do something stupid!” you hiss.
Before Miguel has a chance to retort, there is a loud clap from behind you that redirects both your attentions to Stark.
“Jarvis, how did our lovely Disney princess make it onto my calendar and how did Hulk Spiderman over here manage to slip past every layer of your security net?”
The voice of a posh British man sounds out across the room but there’s no person attached to it.
“I can find no record of these events in my logs. Performing internal diagnostics now, Sir.”
“Huh, interesting…” Tony hums to himself in consideration before he turns his attention back to you both.
“I have to say I'm quite impressed, but I’m hoping for an explanation. Is this a Bonny and Clyde situation? You two lovebirds here to rob me?”
“No!” you both shout in unison.
“Not lovebirds, got it.”
“That’s not–” Miguel starts, whipping down his head in your direction.
At the sight of your face, he seems too flustered to continue his train of thought and he quickly looks away from you. “None of your business,” he snaps at Stark.
You don’t know why, but that dismissive glance from him hurts. Like the very idea that you two would be in a romantic relationship is off-putting to him. It’s kind of insulting. You turn from him, trying to ignore the sharp stabbing ache somewhere in your chest that makes it hard to breathe.
From across, Stark observes the two of you, whatever he sees makes him tip his head in curiosity. The intense pinch between his brow relaxes and the subtle shift in his expression is like witnessing the moment a shark senses blood in the water, then he grins and turns his attention towards you.
Stark grins, turning his attention towards you. "So you're single then?"
You peer up at Miguel and hesitate because that’s a damned good question. You of this dimension is certainly single, but there’s another version of you (a dead one) that’s married to the man next to you.
But that’s not you.
You turn to Stark, "Yes," you answer.
Miguel whips his head to you, eyes wide. "No!" he bellows.
"The lady says she is, big blue."
"And I say she's not!" Miguel growls, the last word ends on such loud volume it could break the sound barrier.
Miguel isn’t the best at reading cues. You’ve known Tony Stark for all of five minutes, and even you can tell that the man enjoys riling up people, Miguel is feeding right into that.
Stark acts like Miguel is speaking at a decibel that he is unable to register. He saunters up to you, with the most carefree gait you’ve seen anyone carry around Miguel.
"So are you free tonight?" Stark asks.
You spot Miguel’s bristling expression and hesitate for a second time.
It’s mean, you shouldn’t rile Miguel up like this. His entire back is curved up like a hissing cat. The man looks like he’s about to blow a casket, acting like a jealous spouse. And somehow under Tony Stark’s attention you feel like you are the adulterous wife.
Except once again, you’re not. Because you are not Miguel’s wife.
… Why exactly are you pining after a man still grieving his dead ex-wife who happens to look like you?
You're currently homeless. Your take-home salary as an insurance adjuster can’t afford you a new apartment in New York, not with the rising inflation and the current state of this economy. This is your highway express ticket to the charmed life of being a billionaire ex-wife.
Bye bye to 9 to 5’s and having to manually enter data into thousands of excel sheets everyday. Jeff Bezos' former wife, Mackenzie Bezos was awarded 25% of their Amazon shares valued at over 38 billion dollars. Stark is twice as rich as that.
You slide closer to Stark. "Maybe? Where are you gonna take me? Somewhere fancy?"
"Yeah, no! Absolutely not!" Miguel interjects.
He steps forward to drag you behind him, until his mountainous body blocks you from the man.
“We need the arc reactor.” Miguel announces brusquely, with no fanfare and even less by way of explanation. “If you won’t give it to us, I’ll just have to take it.”
“What do you need it for?” Stark asks curiously.
“That’s none of your business,” is the blunt reply.
Stark tilts up his head, gaze pinned to Miguel’s mask. “You know, I’m not really minded to give away proprietary technology to a man wearing a wrestling mask in broad daylight.”
There’s a stalemate between the two men as they stare each other down (or up in Stark’s case). The showdown is silent, you can practically feel the tumbleweeds rolling by, waiting to see who’s going to draw first.
“He can take his mask off,” you interject.
At your offer, Miguel’s eyes narrow, nose turning up in the air in a put off gesture, refusing to do as he’s told.
“Mig,” you warn, and despite the clear scowl etched onto the features of his mask, this time, he complies.
The blue and red fabric recedes into nothingness, until the fierce cut of his bare jawline is revealed. Eyes glowing an angry crimson.
The scowl on Miguel's face is so ferocious, you can see his fangs in clear view. But instead of scary. Instead of intimidating. He looks... almost cute. All you see in front of you is a teething puppy with no real bite. He's harmless.
Stark makes a low whistling sound at the dramatic reveal of Miguel’s face. “Didn’t expect the fifth member of One Direction under there.”
Miguel glares at the man, even though you know fully well that he doesn’t understand the pop-culture reference that’s being made.
“So let’s take this from the top,” Stark says, and he starts to pace the length of the room until he reaches the arc reactor and gives the display case a light smack like he’s tapping the rear of a mare.
“You need my arc reactor, but you won’t tell me why, and you’re not offering me anything in return, except for El Tigre over here not trying to kill me, is that about right?”
“What’s your price?” Miguel asks, voice in that low growling tone that always precedes a threat.
“I’m a multi-billionaire, cash doesn’t really interest me, and I can’t exactly have this fall into the wrong hands.”
“We’re not bad people, and we’re not going to use it for anything nefarious. I know this sounds absolutely nuts, but we need your arc reactor to save the world,” you say.
Stark chuckles at you, the way an adult would at a naive child. “That’s not really much to go on hon, you’re gonna have to give me more than that.”
“Wong, the Sorcerer Supreme, he can vouch for us.”
Stark considers you for a moment then tilts his head to take an appraising look of Miguel, eyes dragging from the sole of his suit-clad heels and up to his neck where the suit ends.
“The unstable molecule fabric you have for the suit is interesting. I’ve been meaning to give my suit an upgrade, and having it disappear into thin air would be convenient. Wouldn’t have to constantly lug around 2,000 pounds of metal everywhere I go with me. Hand me a sample of the tech along with full intellectual property rights and we’ll talk.”
“No.” Miguel says.
He straightens up his posture and crosses his arms over his chest with a haughty expression on his face. “My suit is technologically superior to all the technology you’ve got in this building combined. It’s a bum deal. Your arc reactor has palladium in it and would be poisonous for long term use. It’s practically defunct and I only need it for a one time use.”
God, this man really doesn’t know how to endear himself to anyone does he.
“He doesn’t mean that,” you step in.
“Well if it’s practically defunct, I wouldn’t want to pawn this junk off on you,” Stark responds, throwing up his hands in feigned defeat. “Besides, it has sentimental value to me. Not sure I’m willing to just give this away to some random guy who broke into my house.”
Miguel’s lip twitches in irritation until you see another flash of those fangs like they’re itching to sink into Stark’s throat.
That only seems to entertain Stark further. “Look, you clearly need this reactor for something big, and for some reason you’re not able to build it yourself even with your advanced tech on display here. You’re obviously in a hurry, and in a desperate situation. Desperate enough to break in, and you know the saying: beggar’s can’t be choosers. I wouldn’t be much of a businessman if I didn’t take advantage of that.”
Miguel narrows his eyes, glancing around at the electronic equipment stored in the corner of the room. “I need you to throw in the laser scalpel along with the 3d printer and genetic sequencer,” he says, cocking his head in its direction.
“Wow, toots, your boyfriend has real expensive taste,” Stark teases.
Your cheek warms at the term boyfriend, but you don’t correct him.
Neither does Miguel. Instead Miguel looks him squarely in the eyes and juts up his chin. “I want the Sonic disruptor too.”
“Fine,” Stark announces, holding up his hand in the gesture of a time-out to stop Miguel from listing out more expensive items. “You drive a hard bargain, Blue, but what the hell. It’s a deal. I’ll even give you a newer palladium-free model of the reactor so I can keep old sparky here for myself.”
The sun is setting against the skyline of the city, washing it in strokes of warm amber-orange hues. Miguel is still grumbling next to you as the two of you stroll along the Brooklyn bridge.
“Supergenius, Ha! Si los zombies comen cerebros, él sería invisible para ellos. What do you see in that guy anyway?! He’s not even good looking. He’s like what? 5 feet tall? He was wearing built in heels, you know! Es más corto que las mangas de un chaleco–”
"Can you pipe down?” you say, cutting off his tirade, “Just let it go, please. It's been hours! I didn’t see anything in him. I have no desire to be the next notch on Tony Stark's bedpost.”
That finally seems to end his rant, or at the very least slow it down. Miguel shuts his mouth, staring out over the river. “Then why did you tell him you were free?”
“Because I wanted the arc reactor! I figured letting the guy flirt with me might help. Catching flies with honey and all that.”
He folds his arms over his chest, with a skeptical furrow in his brows. “You wanted him to take you somewhere fancy; that’s what you said,” he points out.
Damn him and his super-genius memory.
“Well, maybe I also wanted to eat at a Michelin star restaurant one time in my life. Manila Social Club is supposed to have a golden donut made with champagne jelly and actual gold on their dessert menu.
“That doesn’t even sound tasty,” Miguel mutters, shoving his hands into his pockets. His mouth settles into an unhappy frown.
“It would have been if I didn’t have to pay for it!”
“I could’ve gotten it for you,” he says, and it’s not until you take a better look at his face that you realize it’s not so much as a frown he’s sporting. It’s a pout.
Oh, is he… ? He is, isn’t he!
“You have nothing to be jealous of, you know. I’m not interested in Tony Stark,” you reassure him.
In front of you, the rigidness in his shoulder seems to melt at your words.
That surprises you. You’d have expected him to deny the accusation that he’s jealous. Adamantly object that he wasn’t, and why would he be, you’re nobody to him. Just a random stranger that happens to look like his wife that he cannot leave well enough alone.
He doesn’t do that though. Instead, his only response is a quiet, “Okay.”
His docileness takes you by surprise.
Is he admitting that he was jealous?
You'd be lying to yourself if you said that you didn't take even a morsel of enjoyment in the comical way that Miguel is getting himself riled up over you. To have him flustered and openly jealous of Tony Stark flirting with you.
As if Miguel had anything to worry about.
As if Tony Stark, a man who has ‘philandering philanthropist’ as a description for himself on his twitter bio, isn't known to be so indiscriminately flirtatious he’d eagerly court a voluptuously shaped tree.
As if that man of 5 foot 6 (with platform shoes) would ever hope to occupy every one of your thoughts the way Miguel does.
Immature and childish and inane as your behavior back at Stark Tower was—and you feel mildly ashamed of it now—you’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy it in the moment. Not because Tony Stark, multi-billionaire, GQ's Most Eligible Bachelor five years running, was flirting with you.
No. Because for a moment you got to experience what it was like to have your rude protective Spiderman treat you as his girlfriend. Someone he was possessive of. Someone he treasures. Someone that is his. Instead of your current reality, where you know he belongs to someone else entirely.
“If anyone has anything to be jealous of, don’t you think it should be me?” you say, the words slipping out of your mouth before you can reign them back in.
Miguel tilts his head, regarding you like a cute, confused pup, so you continue.
"Because I could never compete with her, right?"
"Her?" he asks, seeming genuinely puzzled.
"Your version of me," you say, "your Nena." You try to smile, try to keep it light-hearted, like the funny joke you had meant it to be, but it hurts even just to hear yourself say it. Because you know it's not a joke.
It's true. You’re in love with a man whose affections aren't yours to win.
Miguel stops in his tracks, and that makes you stop as well.
"It's not a competition," he says seriously. "You're two different people. You can't compare like that.”
You feel like you’re being scolded and probably rightly so. You’re being childish and unreasonably trying to compare yourself to his dead wife. But that doesn’t mean that it makes it hurt any less to hear you don’t compare at all. Your heart fissures and cracks, and the first sting of tears starts to well up behind your eyes.
"You're important to me too," he continues.
The words stop your heart, your eyes dart up to his face. The look on his face is gentle and soft, and it soothes the pain in your chest away, a gentle warmth rising to take its place.
“Oh,” you say. You can’t help but smile up at him, squinting against the bright sun behind his back.
“You’re important to me too,” you tell him.
His lips quirk up into a small but genuine smile at your response. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
You nod, and then you have to turn away, feeling bashful under his attentive gaze. Embarrassed heat prickles your cheeks, and you need a second to catch your breath and let the evening breeze cool you down.
There are cyclists and pedestrians going past you as the two of you continue to walk in silence. You sneak a look at him to see that, like you, he’s turned away. He’s gazing out over the bridge as he walks and against the amber sun, you see a faint flush riding high on his cheeks.
Your fingers lightly brush against the side of his hand, and he turns back to you and smiles, sliding his pinkie to hook around yours.
You walk all the way home this way, heart feeling full, and you think to yourself that maybe, this time, things really are going to be okay after all.
Author's note: So for fellow marvelheads checking, wouldn't Tony be dead after Endgame when Wong was made Supreme Sorcerer? This is another version of earth -- Thanos and the snap never happened. My baby Tony isn't dead how dare you!
Dedication & Credits: To @guruan for her incredibly kind help and donating her time to check the Spanish used in this chapter.
And to the kind @forwantofwill and her generosity for doing this beautiful fanart of Miguel Folding Origami that has stolen my heart!!
And finally to @thirstworldproblemss I love you and hope you're eating all the yummy sukiyaki that you deserve. Thank you for coming with me on this wild ride.
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Blood Brothers AU - Boys will be boys
You know the phrase “boys will be boys”? Not the stupid things the phrase has been made an excuse for but genuine “boys will be boys” behavior.
The Stark boys may not have been the origin of the phrase, but when they were little, their parents and anyone else who watched them grow up agreed that they certainly embodied the phrase very well.
And when you have boys as brilliant and as cocky and as these two, boys will most certainly be boys.
The Stark boys ran so Phineas and Ferb could soar.
When Tony was nine and Scott was five, they successfully turned the leaf blower into a jet pack.
They also used said leaf blower plus another to make the merry-go-round at the park go a lot faster. They made a kid or two throw up, and both Stark boys were really dizzy but it was definitely a success in their book.
A few years later, they built remote-control airplanes fitted with marbles as ammo since their parents were like ✨Absolutely not✨ when they told them they needed bb gun ammo.
They learned the hard way what happens when a sledgehammer accidentally hits a paint can
It took forever to wash all that red paint off themselves and everything else.
There were two silhouettes of little boys on the wall surrounded by red paint.
For a split second, poor Maria had a heart attack when she heard a loud pop exploding from where the boys were playing and found them covered in red. Then she ran away from the boys, squealing when they chased her around, laughing and suddenly begging for hugs.
One of their fondest memories was when they pranked their old man, Charlie, by putting a little motor on his grill and remotely moving it whenever their dad had to turn away for a moment.
Which happened when one mischievous boy was tasked with distracting him from the grill long enough for the other mischievous boy to move the grill.
The prank lasted longer than they both expected, but eventually their giggles gave them away.
One time when the boys were young - T(12) & S(8) - the Starks’ chef created a luscious chocolate cake, and the boys found out about it.
They snuck down into the kitchen and started to feast on it. Jarvis and their nanny caught them.
“Are you boys eating that cake?!”
They quickly turn around, looking like deer in the headlights.
Tony: “No!”
Scott: “It was Tony!”
Both of course have chocolate smeared on their faces.
#ant mun’s thoughts#scott lang#ant-man#tony stark#iron man#blood brothers#blood brothers au#what if scott and tony were blood brothers#the stark boys
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comforting [Tony bb she respects ur emotional privacy but she also gives good hugs]
Accepting || Send "comforting" for Tony’s reaction to your muse gently wiping his tears away after being caught crying (x)
“Tess..?” Tony’s voice is small, his throat scratchy and dry. How long had she been there? “I guess you’ve seen me in worse positions...” There. That should deflect it. He tries to sit up, arms shaky as he takes a breath. “Superheroes and our trauma, huh? I won’t bother you with any of it. I’m sure it’s...” Trivial. Nothing compared to others. Poor little rich boy, his mind mocks. He shakes his head. “I’m alright.” He says, turning his head away.
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..m’okay-…
*Poor bb very tired. Tony starts drifting asleep almost immediately*
Aunt Peggy I’m bored
And mentally unwell
Let’s talk
- @theironcan
Hello there darling boy, of course we can. Is this a cocoa conversation or a tea conversation?
Do you want to talk about it?
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war surgeons
broken and/or dislocated,
caved shoulders
chest, lung capacity
“cell” buzzard, “lab bot tony”
“cell” “haircuts”
“lobotomy”
murdered or ‘professionally’ injured
“Open Pro Seed Jur”
“Jurisdictions & Jurassic parks”
war surgeons
Sugar Bowls
professionally assaulted by “white american brutality forces”
clubhouse languages
“greek, cherry key”
“roman bath house”
“spanish spa dates”
“trex, cell scissors”
“warla, spanish taco subway”
white brutality forces systematically stalk citizens on “double vision”
“clairvoyance” “ant cells” “hive” and “hove”
“maneuver, who done it”
“duck duck goose, mallard”
“tomato boxing”
“shadow boxing”
“vitamin sandwiches”
“rainbow blood ivy ELf talk”
“fat fairies, blood EL”
war surgeons purposely play “hot potato” with citizens freedoms & health, in a “war co ops”
victims left disfigured, or systematically wired into “blood astrology” and used as “farm” “pet supplies”
“quadrant”
“quarterback, quadriplegic, pets”
“que court reports”
“que que que cup bids”
“cupids bloods”
“quad drake pet peter pans”
“quadratic water”
“quadriplegic, pets”
astrology rip
blood rip
“cell blue poor mits”
“cell blue permits”
murder in the usa,
background “code” spell “silver lake astrology” and “blood elf astrology”
war surgeons
malpractice in purposely and selectively mutilating or murdering citizens as "human resources" between brutality CO OPS "code" "blue poor reel, sky pizza factory"
#allah #news #psa #ss #red #any #bb
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My fav trio poly stories are the angst ones where two of them start dating and one feels left out and feels like they'd be intruding
#i just read a stuckony fic where winteriron started daying and steve hid his feelings because he thought they were better off without him#i love pain <3#poor bb steve but i love hurting him them overwhelming him with love and pleasure#awful...dominant of me to say that#marvel#avengers#steve rogers#bucky barnes#tony stark#mcu#stuckony#steve angst
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a list of things in Star Wars that would be triggers for Peter Parker after Endgame:
1. spaceships 2. planets being destroyed 3. intense combat scenes 4. spaceships shooting lasers 5. the deaths of multiple father figures 6. graphic images of burn disfigurements
#not only did our boy lose his dad#he also lost Star Wars#:(#poor bb#feel free to add to the pain if I missed something!!!#irondad#peter parker#tony & peter#tony stark#endgame#avengers endgame#endgame spoilers#avengers endgame spoilers#spoilers
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Be my mirror
my soul
my shield
Ko-fi
#Thor#Tony Stark#Iron Man#Steve Rogers#Captain America#Thor Odinson#The Avengers#MCU#The Big Three#Fin's art#I know the lyrics are wrong#But I heard the song and something just clicked in my head#with Tony as soul#instead of sword#and endgame Thor as my mirror 'cause poor bb goes through stuff#and Steve is always the protector#Fin's MCU fanart
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Their last interaction was basically Tony laying on the ground with Ziva pointing her gun to his chest and yet he went on a fucking suicide mission despite thinking she was dead because he couldn’t fucking live without her.
#tony x ziva#NCIS#apparently i'm just never getting over this episode#even though it's been years since it aired#and years since i watched#fuck me sideways#fuck#and like#mw in this episode#tony under the truth serum he still manages to be himself but telling the truth?#and like fuck that's good#and dont even get me started on ziva#poor bb#and i think there are some parallels to her saying you could have called#in agent afloat#to him saying it's not normal that she didn't reach out#but i'm not the most sober to be thinking that through
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k is no one gonna talk about how fucked up it is that in literally all three of the iron man trilogies tony was showing major signs of suicidal thoughts and actions but no one gave a damn?
pls respect my bb boi he just wants to be happy
#ironman#tonystark#avengers#someone please give tony a hug#he rlly needs it#tony needs a hug#poor bb
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