#protective!tony

[themculibrary]

Hi!

I found your blog by chance and was hoping maybe y’all could help me find a fic I’ve been unsuccessfully searching for, I struggle with memory issues so I only remember a few things about the story:

1. It was FrostIron

2. It consisted of Dark Tony

3. I think Tony and Loki were committing raids/massacres on SHIELD facilities (Tony was specifically keeping his identity a secret during these altercations)

4. At some point, it becomes apparent that the glow stick of destiny left a sort of back door in Clint’s mind and they use it to mind whammy/manipulate him

5. I’m also relatively sure that Thor was beginning to suspect or even discovered that Tony was working with Loki to take down SHIELD

Im afraid I don’t remember much else, but any help searching would be appreciated! ✨

Could it be this fic?

Don't Look Down (ao3) - NamelesslyNightlock loki/tony M, 256k

Summary: When forced to decide between the lives of Tony Stark and Iron Man, Steve Rogers chose wrong.

Tony is left to deal with the consequences, but it’s not like he’s helpless, and he certainly isn’t alone.

- Tori

[stxar-pvnk]

I generally want Peter to one day be on a mission with the other avengers,

He's met them, just an awkward introduction.

Anyways it's a hydra base takeover gone wrong.

They shoot down tony, he's struggling to breathe and all he can see and watch his mentee just go fucking crazy.

Tony's on the verge of death and he just hears

"instant kill mode. Karen mute."

In such a voice that even Natasha freezes up watching the 15 year old kid that they have watched eagerly eat pancakes and blabber on about science terms they can hardly understand. But a hit to tonys heart, near his arc reactor and the boy is feral

Terrifying.

You think the winter soldier compares to Peter?

No. The winter soldier handles with precision. Needed killing.

Peter? No. He goes for the kill willingly. Like a red widow spider Peter's handling with aggression.

Blood, cries and everything going everywhere, the instant kill mode falls away and Peters still punching his way through,

His mask torn through, shot in the leg and arm and he's kicking through the doors smashing agents heads in the walls.

[hurtspideyparker]

Tony: Kid, what do you think of Cap?

Peter: Oh boy where do I start. I think he's the definition of great leadership and the symbol for true American heroism. Y'know I have a 1973 Captain America action figure? It was my uncle's and it's still pristine in the packaging!

Tony: Okay, okay, great. Just making sure because I'm... thinking of being romantically involved with him. So, just checking that's cool with you

Peter:

Peter: He's not good enough for you.

Tony: But you just said—

Peter: Where is he. I'll knock some sense into him. He isn't to be trusted with your rusty old heart

Tony: Okay, ouch. But Pete... anddd he's gone

Later:

Peter and Steve arm wrestling at the kitchen table, Peter promptly winning and smashing through the maple table.

Peter: Now you remember that real good old man, and maybe we won't have any problems

Steve: (⁠・⁠_⁠・⁠;⁠)

[beanghostprincess]

(One Piece 1113 Spoilers)

Something about the characters often portrayed as weak and cowards being the ones to save Robin is inherently beautiful

[meidui]

bad news, i found a new stevetony thing to be emotional about :'(

tony is the only one who's even remotely keeping it together when the avengers are processing natasha's death- that moment was tough on steve to the point where he couldn't make eye contact with anyone and had a hard time getting words out:

tony asks steve so gently if natasha had any family and steve says "yeah, us." thor is in denial that natasha is dead, he can't accept that she's only been gone a minute and they're already treating her like she's never coming back, and he's looking back and forth between both of them, confronting both of them about it:

and tony was originally sitting with steve, facing towards him, but then he gets up so that thor's attention is on him and not steve:

and when thor looks to steve about using the stones to bring natasha back and specifically calls him cap, tony is literally standing in the way between them and not budging an inch, shielding steve and carving out a small space for him where he can just process his heartbreak:

PROTECTIVE TONYYY

[bruciemilf]

One of my biggest pet peeves is the justice league being labelled as " The Avengers of DC" and its like. No? The avengers are law enforcement. The Justice League are volunteers

[hero-i-am-not]

Peter: So about the car...

Tony: Yeah! How was driving?

Peter: It was um

Tony: Fun? Exciting?

Peter, tearing up: I got honked at

Tony: Who honked at you?

Peter: huh?

Tony: Who. Was. It.

Peter: I dunno...

Tony: NYC is going down on flames tonight

Peter: Wha-

Tony: JARVIS?

JARVIS: Suit ready, Sir.

Tony: Help yourself to some ice cream, kiddo

[marionluth]

Peter & Tony talking about Morgan:

Tony: She has you wrapped around her little finger like ivy on a fence.

Peter : Like you're any better. You bought her a damn pony the minute she asked for it!

Tony:

Peter: And then had an entire lab with vets and biologists experiment on the poor thing to find a way to make it a unicorn-pony, when she wouldn't stop crying for one!"

Tony: The experimentation was one hundred percent humane! That pony is still alive, healthy and happy.

Peter: And looks like a damn rhinoceros!

Tony: It's not like it knows that!

Peter:

Tony: I regret nothing.

Dialogue excerpt from my fic: I owe you 3000

[unrealward]

How many of them are sitting at the bottom of the ocean?

[steve-language-rogers]

Should Have Known Better

A pool day with the Avengers causes Steve to figure out your secret. Hurt/comfort. Steve Rogers x f!reader. Steve being so sweet and protective and perfect. Set sometime when all the Avengers (including Bucky) are happy and living in the tower together. Reader is also an Avenger. Oneshot. 3.6k.

Tw: Reader is being abused by an unspecified male someone close to her. Dissociation. Bruises. Anxiety. Please take care of yourself if this content may trigger you.

A/N: This is my first fic and has been in my notes a LONG time. Wrote it for myself when I was going through something tough and figured there might be others who could use a lil fictional man comfort.

18+ only. Minors DNI. I do not consent to my work being translated, reposted, put on other platforms, or stolen.

GIF by @buckyscombatboots

You should have known better.

Some snide remark you make with a mischievous look at Tony about being a little rusty after his bad dive into the water would come back to bite you in the ass. He's the king of snide remarks, and no insults, no matter how playful, go unpunished. Most of the time, you took his teasing as a sign that he liked you. Today, the consequences of his taunting were much more than you bargained for.

August in Manhattan was scorching, so the team was lounging at the Tower's rooftop pool for a rare day of relaxation. You used to love swimming, but you chose to stay dry in your coverup for a reason–a good reason.

However, Tony could never have known this. A few drinks later and, "You know what makes iron rust faster, Y/N, water!" The next thing you knew you were pushed from the edge of the pool straight into the water.

Gasps of disbelief and giggles filled the air from the team, alongside a lightly chastising, "Tony!" from Steve. When you got your head back to the surface, you shrieked at him with indignation, a smiling tugging on your lips as you pulled yourself back onto the edge. Thankfully, it had all happened too fast and the water made too much of a splash for them to have seen your skin when you went under.

"You'll pay for that when you're least expecting it, Stark," you warned, stamping your soaked feet inside.

"Y/N, where are you going?" asked Natasha., smiling You paused in the doorway.

"To dry off..." you say with a laugh, said as if it was obvious.

"Why don't you just take your coverup off and dry off in your bathing suit out here?" Bucky offered.

"Uhh...I don't want to get sunburned," you explained lamely.

"Sugar, there's an umbrella five feet away from you," said Sam.

"C'mon, no one's gonna judge you if your six pack isn't a defined as Thor's." Tony joked. Thor wiggled his eyebrows at Bruce, who shook his head in exasperation.

"Guys, just let her go," Steve defended.

Your response rushes out of your mouth and you shift your weight from foot to foot, "I'd really rather just dry this off inside quickly. I'll be right back." You turn and continue into the room, and turn to close the door after you, only to be stopped by Steve.

"Right behind you!" he called out, "I just have to grab something quickly," he smiled.

You held the door open for him and gazed up at his sweet expression, hoping he couldn't see how your eyes sparkle for him. "You didn't have run, Steve. I would've waited for you."

"Well," he tilts his head shyly, "I know, but I didn't want to hold you up," he says. "I know you didn't want to get wet today and I'm sure you're uncomfortable." Ugh, why did he always have to be so conscientious?

"Plus," he whispers, leaning close to your ear, "you're dripping all over Tony's expensive hardwood." He meets your eyes with a teasing gaze and nudges your elbow before heading down the hall.

You walk as quickly as you can to the closest bathroom, trying your best not to drip all over the place. Since you're wearing a bathing suit under your coverup, you don't bother to close the door as you strip off the garment and start drying it with a hair dryer.

You should have known better.

The loud whir of the dryer prevents you from hearing Steve's footsteps as he returns. "Y/N?" he calls. You don't notice him approaching until he right on the other side of the doorway. "You can wear this if you wan–what the fuck?"

Shit! You slam the bathroom door shut but it's too late. You know he's already seen the purple and yellow bruises covering most of your ribcage and abdomen.

In typical protective Cap fashion, the door instantly yanks back open as he storms in. Does Steve respect his teammates privacy more than any of the other Avengers? Yes. But his concern for their safety always takes precedence over privacy.

His eyes are wide, his brows are furrowed, and his mouth is hanging open. His whole body is tensed and you can see that Cap quickly replaced easygoing Steve the moment he caught sight of you.

"What the fuck happened to you, Y/N? Why are you covered in bruises like you've been beaten to shit?!" You squeeze your eyes shut and turn your face away from him. He's sounds mad. In a different situation, you'd have the wherewithal to know that he's just scared for you.

After recognizing your fear, he takes a deep breath to calm himself and softens his voice. His eyes are trained on you, desperately searching for a hint as to what's going on. Stepping closer to you and placing his hand gently on your arm, he asks again, "Y/N, what happened to cause all of these bruises?" His anger has dissipated from his words, but the question hold just as much authority as anytime Cap speaks.

"Steve, please" you whimper, trying to back away from the intensity of his gaze. "Please don't worry about it, it's nothing," you beg. You're staring at the marble counter, the tiled wall, even the damn wet coverup that started all of this as you attempt to avoid his gaze.

It's completely futile, as always when Steve is concerned about you and won't relent. "Y/N," he holds your jaw lightly, forcing you to face him, "I need you to tell me how you got those bruises."

The statement is final. You know he knows that they're not from a mission (he reads every report to make sure no one has gotten injured) and that he's not going to believe they're from some clumsy accident (he's had too many bruises himself and can tell what kind of marks a targeted attack leaves).

You can't tell him the truth. You close your eyes again to avoid his gaze, "It's fine Steve, they're almost healed," you say to try to deflect the question. He still doesn't let up.

"Y/N, did someone do this to you?" he asks, already half-sure of the answer. Your silence confirms his suspicions. He lowers his voice as soft as it can go, knowing what the next question will do to you. "Did someone close to you do this to you?" he asks.

Your eyes pop open involuntarily. You feel trapped and screwed because he knows–how did he know?

The instant he sees terror in your gaze, his heart breaks for you. How could he not have known? You're frozen in shock, reactionless. He moves his hand to the back of your head, caressing your hair and bringing your face into his chest. His other arm wraps around your back, soothingly rubbing circles on it as he hugs you into him. "Oh, Y/N..." is all he can say for a moment, his voice wavering with the pain he feels for you and the guilt he feels for not seeing the signs sooner.

Tears stream down your cheeks but your face is frozen still in worry. You couldn't break down sobbing now to save your life if you needed to. It felt like your emotions just shut off completely. All you could do was hyperfocus on what you needed to do to keep yourself safe in that moment. Which was ridiculous, considering you were with Steve who had never, ever hurt you before. For some reason, danger still felt imminent.

Steve pulled back, cradling your face in his hands, brows furrowed with worry and eyes the slightest bit glossy. "You're safe now sweetheart. We're gonna keep you safe. I'm gonna keep you safe."

You nod because your brain tells you it's the right response. You're not sure if you're actually hearing anything he's saying. You register the feeling of his thumb, swiping across your cheek. He must see the glazed over look on your face. You think he calls your name a couple times and the next few minutes are blurry. You're breathing, breathing deeply and slowly with him. He's guiding you back to yourself.

You blink a couple of times as your awareness sharpens back into focus. "With me again sweetheart?" Steve asks, thumb still caressing your cheek. It's bad, he knows that. You need to see a professional right away, but he needs you conscious and present in your body first. "Y/N, I'm so sorry that this has happened to you. I'm never going to let it happen again. But right now, we really need to get you to a doctor."

You're shaking your head violently halfway through his sentence. "No, no I don't need a doctor," you say instinctively.

"Sweetheart, I've seen bruises like this before and we need to make sure that nothing is broken," he says. "I can call in Bruce, or Helen, if you'd like. No one else on the team has to know if you don't want them to. But we need to make sure you're okay."

"Okay?" you ask, confused. "He's going to know, he always says I can't go to a doctor or the hospital, that they won't even treat me because nothing is wrong and he'll be so mad if I do it, I promised not to." The look in your eyes is wild, but you're speaking in sentences again and Steve takes this as a good sign. What you're saying is an entirely different story. But if he wants to help you, he can only take it one step at a time.

"He's never going to find out, I promise. Okay? You're not even going to leave the building, just downstairs in the medbay. No paperwork, no records, nothing. I'll stay with you if you want." You don't look convinced. "I promise he'll never know, alright? Do you trust me when I say that?" he asks, hoping to appeal to your rational side.

"Steve, I–I... he always finds out everything I try to keep from him. Why would this time be any different?" you're desperate and terrified, and Steve wants to rip that guy's throat out for everything he's done to make you like this.

"Sweetheart, because this time you have a team of superheroes and spies who are behind you," Steve says with a small smile.

This is what gets through to you. Your gaze flickers between his eyes, and your brows are still taught with fear. Slowly, however, you nod your head and say, "Okay Steve."

Relief floods his face as he pulls you back in for a gentle hug. "It's gonna be alright," he promises. You want to believe him so badly.

Thank you for reading! Comments & reblogs are always appreciated. If I can help anyone feel comforted by this, I'll have done my job<3

[stelly38]

Who the fook is that?

[themculibrary]

Protective Tony Stark Masterlist

A Dance for You (ao3) - MandalorianDragonTrainer pepper/tony G, 553

Summary: Sometimes it's rough when your girl's CEO.

Casualty of war (ao3) - wolfypuppypiles M, 22k

Summary: Peter got knocked down in Civil War, but when Tony went to check on the baby Avenger, he realized he was more badly hurt than first realized.

There wasn't meant to be any casualties, but there always is in war.

Close Enough (ao3) - ABrighterDarkness steve/tony T, 4k

Summary: Tony was just a beta. What did he know?

Which was funny in its own way because what Tony knew was Steve.

Don't You Forget About Me (ao3) - FerretShark pepper/tony G, 13k

Summary: “Just throw it one more time.” Sam calls again to Steve. Falcon is hovering up near the ceiling. “One more time, man!”

Steve throws it, but’s too high and a little too fast, clipping Falcon’s wing and ricocheting back. Towards Tony and Rhodes.

“Tony!” Peter screams, throwing a web that catches the edge of the disc, but it’s already too late. His web stretches, elastic against the force of the moving shield.

Elevator Freeway (ao3) - awesomesockes, whumphoarder T, 1k

Summary: Delirious and bleeding out from a gunshot wound, Peter struggles to describe his location to a very worried Tony.

From The Ashes, We Rise Like The Phoenix (ao3) - SpiderWidowFam88 T, 110k

Summary: *Tony Dusted instead of Peter*

Peter spent three weeks on that ship, the only thing he has to occupy him is the really old music, paper football, and the ever expanding expanse of space. Peter is pretty sure he’s gonna die up there before they even get close to Earth. So with his final moments he records his final words and goes to sleep, even though he knows he might never open his eyes again.

Carol Danvers shows up 30 minutes later…

Fuhgeddaboudit (ao3) - SpideyFics T, 8k

Summary: A teenager and a man wake up in a cell with injuries, no personal memories, and no apparent means of escape.

Peter’s Field Trip To Stark Tower (ao3) - ScxrletWidowXx G, 4k

Summary: Peter Parker’s class is going on a school trip! Can you guess where?

— Basically, the Avengers are embarrassing Peter and being overprotective because of Flash.

Pieces of Echoes (ao3) - geekymoviemom steve/tony, happy/pepper T, 334k

Summary: When weapons designer and SHIELD consultant Tony Stark and his son are kidnapped following a routine weapons demonstration, newly defrosted World War II hero Steve Rogers is sent to find them.

But what begins as just another mission, a way for Captain America to reintegrate back into society, quickly warps into something more as betrayals are discovered, harsh, long-buried truths are finally brought to light, and Tony and Steve come to realise that their biggest allies are each other.

Protective Tendencies (ao3) - FallenQueen2 G, 2k

Summary: When Ross came to collect the Hulk, both Bruce and the other guy didn't expect the genius that was Tony Stark to protect him. What Ross didn't count on was how protective the 2 scientists were of each other. Post-movie. Bruce is living with Tony.

Public Displays of Affection (ao3) - navaan steve/tony T, 2k

Summary: It's not a good day when AIM and Hydra come for them at the same time... Things get away from them in the heat of the moment.

Publicity Parent (ao3) - Bowtiez G, 36k

Summary: Tony's losing his credit with the public. Pepper's got a plan to fix it.

Enter Peter Parker, eight-year-old orphan from Queens, New York.

Tony has no idea how children work, so why is he so drawn to little Peter Parker?

Safe (ao3) - Zorro_sci bruce/tony T, 3k

Summary: Bruce Banner can't explain it, but from almost the moment he meets Tony Stark he wants to keep him safe, and Tony feels the same way about him.

Shock Therapy (ao3) - S0lstice T, 9k

Summary: When the boy became aware, he was already sitting up and awake. He was assaulted by sound, by taste, by colors and people and movement - too loud, too much. He jerked back from the painful onslaught and tried to grab his head, but his hands were tied down to the arms of the metal chair he was sitting in.

Special Agent Lemming (ao3) - taylor_tut G, 1k

Summary: A birthday request from my tumblr: Clint gets drugged on a mission and ditches medical anyway. When he collapses in front of Tony, panic ensues.

Stuck With You (ao3) - FallenQueen2 G, 1k

Summary: Clint is protective of Tony with good reason after Hammer, when Hawkeye gets in trouble will Ironman come to the rescue?

[dykedvonte]

One of my mutuals opinions is the "bro code" thing, that Curly is one of those guys who wouldn't care about the victim because the perpetrator is his friend and I'm really banging my head on the wall like that other anon. I've only played through the game once but Curly's behaviour/reactions etc read completely different from the "bro code" thing and I have to wonder if my mutual and I even played the same game.. like the constant digs at him from Jimmy, his body language in his face reveal and so on like you mentioned in your post. While this game is a little different obviously, it kind of reminded of a point in Alice Madness Returns that makes it very clear that Alice's pain blinded her to the abuse of the other children and her failure to act earlier because of it. Curly is guilty of a similar inaction but it doesn't change the fact he was a victim of Jimmy too. I don't think I can look at it any other way because both of these games have really stuck with me.

I genuinely think it really is the idea that people want a simple easy to blame problem and the idea that the only relatable victims of abuse are those that "surpass" it or do a lot to help others. When it comes to victims, especially those that don't fit the typical demographics, who either accidently perpetuate it, enable it or aren't ideal in some way shape or form, people jump to ignore what they went through as it's easier than dealing with those conflicting sentiments.

The bro-code conversation in Mouthwashing stems from a concept I generally dislike that there had to be something about Curly that made him meet or keep being friends with someone like Jimmy. I think people genuinely underestimate how many like decent and good people just know an asshole or are friends with someone who is really bad outside of their view/established dynamics. The game makes it clear none of the inaction against Jimmy is because of a lack of care, it is a lack of understanding from the privaleged postions they have as men to not have to worry about what Anya does/went through and the type of extremes men like Jimmy will go through to cover it up. They are all too preoccupied in their own strifes.

Another thing I see being oversaturated the idea that you have to be a freak, misanthrope or have a disorder to do the thing Jimmy does. The game is an escalation, it's a spiral that I don't see people comment on that Jimmy was not likely having the mood swings and episodes of rage/frustration we were seeing in the game. This is after they all start experiencing the worst moments in their lives that he got THAT openly bad. Of course, this is just my interpretation but much like in real life, people that go to extremes like that usually live mundane lives. It's a pressure cooker affect to where the stress made them pop. It's self inflicted but still the case.

I really think people need to be more willing to acknowledge that not everything needs to be an extreme or in black and white or easy to understand. It doesn't need to be happy or have an answer or solution, especially in the cases where the abused sadly helps perpetuate what they experience. It's not he should've known better from experience or shouldn't he have known what could've happened because victims tend to not like to think in matters of the worst. Not to mention, especially in cases of abuse where it feels so personally directed that you don't expect to happen to someone else.

[inthemomentth0ughts]

Does anyone ever read fan fiction about a platonic relationship, specifically about one of your favorite characters being a brother figure?

Is it just because you’d want to have them as a brother?

Or is it because you don’t have a brother or just not one you is like the ones you can read about.

In most of them I see him as a protector, he’s comforting you in the dead of night and by your side the second you need help.

Maybe he’s a superhero choosing to save you before anyone.

Maybe he’s a usually harsh, grumpy man but only to everyone but you, his precious sibling.

Disclaimer: You don’t have to agree or even feel the same way. I hope it helps some people put their feelings into words but it’s personal to everyone and not always a universal experience. This is just personal thoughts and in no way blaming anyone.

[kat651]

protective (Bucky x reader)

summary: Bucky helps reader out of an abusive relationship (reader is peters older sister)

You were sitting on a chair in the bruce’s lab, he was currently peering through a microscope as soft classical music played in the background. Bruce wasn't as ‘beefy’ as the others and the soft music that was always playing kept you calm so naturally you spent a lot of time there. Bucky had recently started spending all his free time in the lab as well, claiming that it was quiet there, making it the perfect place to think. 

You scratched your wrist before quickly pulling your sweater sleeve back down, you didn't want Bucky or Bruce to see the bruises on your wrist. You looked at the tiled floor and your mind began to wander, you really didn't want to go back home. If you could even call it that, your boyfriend was a horrible person when he was drunk, and he was drinking a lot more lately, a lot more. You shivered at the thought, you didn't want to go back and him take his anger out on you like he had last night. 

You jumped as a hand fell on your shoulder. “Sorry i didn't mean to startle you but i said your name twice,” bucky said, giving your shoulder a squeeze. You tried not to wince as he squeezed the bruise on your shoulder, but the expression on your face didnt go unnotaced by him. “You ok?”

“I yeah…” you quickly thought up a lie. “Just slept on my shoulder wrong is all, its a bit sore today.” 

“Oh, sorry.” bucky withdrew his hand. 

“Were you going to ask me something?” 

Bucky smiled. “Well, its just getting late, i didn't want you to have to head home in the dark, the city isn't exactly safe at night.”

You smiled and shook your head, “ill be ok…” you looked at your phone, checking the time. Eight o’ clock, you sighed. “I should get going.”

.-.-.

In the morning you dug through a drawer, searching for a head band, you had a new bruise on your temple, one that you needed to cover up. You sighed when you found it, quickly putting it on before exiting the bathroom. “And where are you going?!” you flinched as your boyfriend raised his voice at you. 

“Im going to work…” you lied. 

“No you're not its saturday, you always have saturdays off!” he yelled, grabbing your arm.

“They needed someone to fill in…” you whimpered. 

He let go and pushed you, causing you to trip and land on the ground, you went to catch yourself but ended up only hurting your wrist in the process. You let out a yelp of pain. 

“Well if you have to work then go, i don't want to hear about how you got fired because you were late!”

You jumped to your feet and ran out the door, a tear falling down your cheek as you clutched your sore wrist. 

When you arrived at the Avenger’s base, Bucky was standing with a cup of coffee, “good morning.” he said, giving you a smile. It quickly faded when he saw your sad face. “Are you ok? Did something happen…” he asked.

You nodded. “Im ok…” you whispered, not meeting his gaze. “Just tired.” 

“Oh…ok. Coffee?” he asked, going over to grab another coffee cup. 

You nodded. “Sure, that sounds nice…” 

Bucky poured you a cup and turned to hand it to you. You took it with a soft smile and took a sip as Bucky began to empty the dishwasher. As you sipped the hot coffee, your sweater sleeve pulled back enough to reveal your bruised wrist. 

“y/n, what happened to your wrist?” Bucky asked softly, turning. 

“Nothing.” you said, pulling the sleeve back down. “It's nothing…”

Bucky walked closer, a cup in his metal hand and a dish cloth in his right. “y/n you can tell me.”

“Bucky, I said it was nothing to worry about,” you said, backing up and placing your cup on the table. “Im ok…”

Bucky’s grip on the cup tightened slightly. “Who did that to you?” there was anger in his eyes. 

“Bucky…” 

His grip tightened more and the glass shattered, falling between his fingers and to the ground. You flinched and went to take another step back. You found that there was nowhere to go, the wall was right there. Fear and instinct took over and you covered your face as tears fell from your eyes.

Bucky’s face portrayed shock and he frowned, stepping over the broken glass. You slid to the floor as he came closer, scrunching into a ball and covering your face. “Please,” you whimpered, voice cracking. “Bucky, please…”

Pain filled bucky,s eyes and he knelt next to you. “y/n, im not going to hurt you, i promise…” he slowly pulled your hand away from your face. “Look at me, please…”

You slowly opened your eyes and looked up. Bucky slowly pulled you into a hug. “I would never hurt you…” he paused. “Did your… did your boyfriend do that?” 

You slowly nodded, letting out a sad whimper. “He wont let me leave, every time i do he threatens to hurt peter and our aunt… i- i cant risk that…” you whimpered. 

Bucky frowned before rubbing your back. “I wont let him hurt you or them… i promise…”

“Why do you care so much?” you asked softly.

Bucky sighed. “Because i… because i love you…”

You slowly looked up at him. “You love me?”

Bucky nodded. “Why do you think i've spent every day in Bruce's lab? Because that’s where you are.”

You blushed and let your head fall on his chest. “I love you too…”

Bucky chuckled. “ yo- you feel the same? I never thought you would…” bucky chuckled in disbelief before pressing a kiss on your temple. You quickly pulled away, wincing and covering your temple with your shaky fingers. Bucky frowned. “Let me see…” he whispered, slowly pulling your hand away from your face before gently sliding your headband off. Anger immediately filled his eyes. “I’ll kill him…” 

“Kill who?” Bruce asked as he walked in along with Steve, Tony, and Clint. “And why is there broken glass on the floor?”

“Can I tell them?” Bucky whispered. You nodded. “y/n’s boyfriend has been hurting her…” he said as he stood and pulled you to your feet, before gently hugging you. 

“He what?” Thor asked, walking in. “y/n what didn't you tell us?”

“He threatened to hurt peter!” you sobbed, hiding your face in Bucky's chest. 

“What?!” Tony shouted. You knew how protective Tony was of peter. “That's it, im gonna kill him.”

“Guys, let's be rational, we can't just go and kill him…”

“I'll go get Nat, we’ll handle it.” Clint said, turning to leave the room. 

“Why did none of us just think of calling the cops?” Steve asked. 

“I did,” Bruce and Tony said in unison. Tony fell quiet and let Bruce continue. “If we called the police all they'd have to do is put up a court order which could take who knows how long? Then y/n would have to go and give a testimony, it's just… it would take too long and be too much, this is better, it's faster too.” 

Clint came back with Nat. “we’ll be back soon, y/n, just stay here…” 

“We’ll go back and get your stuff later ok?” Bucky whispered. 

You nodded. 

“Oh. y/n, your welcome to stay in the tower if you'd like…” Tony said. 

Bruce smiled softly as he grabbed the broom and began to clean up the broken glass. “It would be nice to have you around, ive come to like your company in the lab.”

“But i rarely even say anything…”

“True, but its nice to not have to be completely alone in the lab.”

“Bruce, she's mine, go find your own girl,” Bucky said, putting a protective arm around you. 

Tony laughed. “No offense but he doesn't want ‘your girl’ he's only got eyes for Nat.” 

“Well clearly i'm not needed here,” Thor said, disappearing. 

“Wait, since when are you and y/n a thing?” steve asked, crossing his arms. “How did i miss this?”

Bruce put the broom away. “You didn't miss it, it just happened… y/n had a boyfriend…”

“Ok, can we talk about this later?’ bucky asked, tilting his head toward you as you stared at the ground.

“Yeah…” tony said, pulling out his phone. “I've got a date with paper anyways, bye…”

 Bucky pulled you away, grabbing your cup of coffee on the way out and handing it to you. “Come on, lets go somewhere quiet…” he whispered, heading to the elevator. He pressed a button and the two of you rode it to the roof. 

“What are we doing on the roof?” you asked. 

“Come on… i'll show you.” he whispered. 

You and Bucky walked over to a bench and sat, looking over the edge of the roof and at the city. “What do you want to do today?” he asked. 

You didn't answer, you were already asleep, finally feeling safe. Bucky smiled and kissed the top of your head before looking out at the city as you slept in his arms. 

[idk-bruh-20]

Irondad fic ideas #154

CW: this one's pretty gruesome. read at your own risk 

Peter is a young child who's been kidnapped. His parents and/or his aunt and uncle were killed and he was taken. Along with a bunch of other little kids, he's been held captive and experimented on.

When the Avengers suddenly bust the kidnapping operation, the kidnappers try at the last second to destroy their research. They gas the small room where the kids are being held.

It's Iron Man who ends up blasting through. What he finds is horrifying. All but one of the children are dead.

The one who's left is just sitting among the bodies, crying, shocked, terrified. Iron Man carries him out of there, then once they're safe from the gas Tony steps out of the suit to comfort the kid while he's given oxygen.

Little 5-year-old Peter Parker imprints on his savior hard.

He just went through an unimaginable amount of trauma, then Iron Man burst through like an avenging angel. This is the first time he's ever felt protected in his memory. Tony holds the crying kid, and the kid can tolerate no one else near him.

This becomes a slight problem when they get back to base. But Tony can't find it in him to let SHIELD take the kid away, let them strip him of this one tiny bit of comfort. He keeps seeing all those other kids when he closes his eyes.

This one needs him right now. And if "right now" eventually becomes "this is my son," well. Who could've predicted that.