#slingy

[stormvanari]

“He reminds me of how many cartoons portray cafeteria workers. But I don’t know if the Slinger really wants me around, even if I’m doing the deliveries for him.”—The Artist

voice claim

The Slinger is the picky and sharp-shooting owner of a diner near the Port Line, and The Artist's current guardian/employee. He represents the Emerald rank.

The Devatars first met when Slinger, who was clocking out from work, found Artist hiding in a wheelie bin at the diner’s back. Knowing that the Creeps are still prowling on the streets, the Emerald Devatar immediately took the Artist into his house. After a long bath and a proper meal, the Slinger began questioning the Artist’s presence at the diner’s back, such as the whereabouts of their parents. The Artist doesn’t recall previous experiences before their place in an orphanage, and it prompted Slinger to keep the Green Devatar in until he can make an arrangement to send the Artist somewhere safe.

However, Artist frantically refused the Slinger’s decision and pleaded to stay in his house. The Emerald Devatar never had parenting experience: he was used to rounding up customers, such as the rowdiest Heroes.

He didn’t plan to adopt The Artist just yet: the latter accepted a position to work as The Slinger’s delivery person for the time being.

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Miscellaneous facts:

• Slinger likes swimming. If only the waters aren’t infested by Creeps...

• Slinger‘s diner and himself smells like seawater

• A couple of Heroes hang out and/or order take out from the Slinger’s diner. Also, under no circumstances should you start a petty commotion in there: chances are that one will get stabbed on the leg by an irritated Slinger, or become banned from the diner

• Despite the Artist’s concern regarding Slinger’s behavior towards them, the Emerald Devatar is actually growing on the kid

• Slinger is inspired by food and drinks served in Disney Parks and Resorts: he makes similar ones (but with stranger ingredients)

[todaysreapers]

2023/06/05

Today, Ronald went drinking with Eric and Grell. He told them about the embarrassing end to his last date, and they only lightly teased him about it.

[leafdrake-haven]

Ok now that the full spoiler is out, here are our new (and returning!) friends!

[couldntbedamned]

Taking my life into my own hands here but

(this is not an attack. do you. always.)

[carbon8dhellsludge]

slingy

[t4ct1c4l-fluk3]

Taking notes here, fellas, thank you.

Iron Man is so silly. Like haha, fucker! Magnet.

[shadowdoge9k]

OH AND BEFORE I FORGET AGAIN. NEW OEKAKI SLINGYS!! (and skateboards too)

[chatty-cat-cafe]

Slumber Party

Skateboard and Boombox were cleaning up their shared apartment in Playground. Excitement was in the air, both demons were happily waiting for their third partner, Slingshot, to arrive from Thieves’ Den. The three of them had planned to have a big old sleepover after a massive winning streak the three had from previous phights. Skate looked up at the clock with a squint, fluffy goldie tail wagging once he realized what time it was. “Yo Boom! Sling’s gonna be here soon!” He barked out happily, tail wagging even faster as the raccoon demon looked up with a smile. “Hell yeah! I should go get some tunes prepared… Or should we wait for Sling to show up first?” “I think Slingy will be chill with anything, y’know? Slingy’s a pretty laid back guy and all that.” “Yeaaaaah… You’re right. Might pop in some old school hip hop tunes tho. I remember Sling tellin’ me he liked that!” “Oh! Oh! Could you put some rap songs into this super ultra sleepover mix?” “I am NOT calling it that, Skate…” “Oh c’mon! It’s such a good title!” The eyes of Boom’s visor made an eye roll motion as he plopped himself down onto the couch, pulling out his gear and starting to sort through the various tapes while humming to himself. Skate stretched, yawning before heading off to the kitchen. If this was a sleepover then they needed snacks! And lots of them! He opened up cabinets and grabbed out various little bags of snack foods. Chips, pretzels, and some sort of candy treats! His tail wagged happily, gathering up his findings into his arms and heading back into the living room. Boom looked up when all of the food was dropped down onto the little coffee table they had, a soft chuckle escaping his lips before going back to what he was doing. Boom knows how much of a foodie the red demon was and found it kind of cute. Skate was basically Sling’s little “taste tester” when it comes to the stuff he wants to sell in the cafe as well. And speaking of Slingshot… A couple gentle knocks on the front door signaled the arrival of the blue feline demon. Skate’s tail perked up, wagging like mad as he ran over to the door and threw it open, a wide stupid smile spread across his face. “Slingy!” The blue demon smiled and purred as the red demon hugged onto him tightly, swiftly pulling him into the apartment and closing the door behind him. Boom was still chilling on the couch, finishing up the sleepover mixtape as the other two demons were giving their greetings and whatnot. “Hey Skatey, hey BB! Sorry it took me so long… Shuri was being a pain in the ass! I had to help Vine settle him down after he was throwing some little tantrum.” The green demon chuckles slightly, shaking his head before speaking up. “When he is not?”. All three of them burst out into a fit of giggles before all settling down on the couch, Boom being squished between his two boyfriends. Boom slipped the tape into his gear, turning it on and turning the volume down a little. He reached over Skate, dropping the gear onto the little side table before settling back down between the other two demons. Skate and Boom were already dressed down in their pjs. Skate was in a red tank top and some heart-patterned boxers, one that Boom had made some little joke about. Boom was in some cute green and white striped pjs with little slippers. Sling noticed this and got up, stretching a little before heading off to the bathroom to change into his own.

Skate grabbed the remote off the coffee table and turned on the TV, a little hum escaping his lips as he pulled up one of the many movie apps him and Boom had for some reason. The canine demon clicked his tongue and picked out a random movie. It looked like some sort of comedy? Maybe? He wasn’t entirely sure, but it looked interesting so why not? Sling came back out wearing a blue t-shirt and some cozy sleeping pants that had little white paws patterned across them. He plopped down onto the couch, tossing his arms around Boom and pulling him close. Skate’s tail wagged and he snuggled up close, the two effectively squishing the green demon between them as the movie started up. Boom wiggled a little, having to awkwardly bend his arm behind him to grab the big ol’ blanket and pull it over the three of them, making sure they were snug as little bugs in a big ol’ rug! Movie after movie was watched, snack after snack was devoured and drinks were consumed in plenty. Eventually the evening sky gave way to the gentle embrace of night. Empty bowls, discarded soda cans and glasses littered the coffee table as the three demons were passed out, all cuddled up nice and close to each other. The eyes of Boom’s visor had shifted into three little z’s, Sling was curled up slightly with his tail draped over his lap, head resting against the smaller green demon. Skate was snoring up a storm, head tilted forward slightly as he also leaned on Boom in his sleep, a line of drool dripping down from the corner of his mouth. The soft humming of late-night drivers could be heard from outside of the apartment, stars twinkling above and the moon shining down on the streets of Playground. Even if the three didn’t do much during their sleepover, they were able to enjoy each other’s company and rest peacefully within each other’s embrace.

[doctorstrangeaskblog]

Why do you call your sling ring a "slingy"?

Because it's smol.

[sanctum-stinker]

I think she took his slingy? Can’t be sure though. 

I tried redrawing this iconic scene from Multiverse of Madness in the Chris Bachalo / Way of the Weird style. Way of the weird will forever be a staple and the foundation carrying my Doctor Strange obsession, I freaking adore those comics. Easily my favorite run in the history of ever and I will never not praise it because it’s so underrated. 

Anywho, it’s nowhere near as flawless and whimsical as Chris Bachalo’s works, but I think this will be a fun thing to redraw in the future if I study his style more so- attempt one (maybe?). 

[todaysreapers]

2023/06/23

Today, Alan met his new mentor, Eric. Eric has a Scottish accent and a disregard for the finer points of reaper regulations that Alan finds disturbing and fascinating in equal measure.

[leafdrake-haven]

I’m just

I’m just putting these, uh, these two cards together in a pile off to the side. Together. For no, uh particular reason. Definitely not salty reasons, because yeah, just no reason at all. They’re just two cards that are here in this pile.

[mysticmasterstephenstrange]

"Is your use of the word 'slingie' up for discussion?"

@katherine-fisk

Stephen snorts. “Slingie can be used if you want to.”

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

"(... ) I've gone through a crisis of remoteness and sadness that I haven't even noticed. You could say I was a drunken shadow of summer and of impossible passion... He had inside his soul, in that unfathomable well from which Saint Teresa made his inner castle, a sediment of sound spikes and white clouds. I've stared too much blue sky and felt real light wounds (... ) I am like an ancient illusion made flesh, and though my horizon is lost in formidable twilight of passions, I have a chain like Prometheus that I struggle to drag it, now that I am not trapped in the rock, but instead of an eagle, an owl gnaws at my heart. I feel full of poetry, strong poetry, woolly, fantastic, religious, mean, slingy, mystical poetry. Everything, everything! I want to be all the things! "I know that the aurora holds the key hidden in secret forests, but I will know how to find it."

Federico Garcia Lorca,

Fragment of a letter to Adriano Del Valle 1918.

[Literatura universal]

[biografter]

slingy !!

[ironstrange1991]

Forbidden (part 3)

Pairing: Doctor!Strange x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: Stephen can't hide his feelings and in an attempt to force them hidden he ends up getting into an argument with you. You wonder if your love for him isn't in vain.

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: A bit of angst, basically two idiots in love without knowing what to do with all that sentiment. Mentions of being drugged. Small argument.

A/N: It took me sometime to finally finish this chapter, but I think the wait will be worth it. I really hope you guys enjoy it ;)

Stephen explained what happened to you to Pottz in the best way possible.  She said she would call the police and contact the night club security. That man needed to be arrested, Stephen knew well that that kind of person never made just one victim and he was sure they would find more accusations against him.

"Is she okay? Why didn't you bring her home?" Pottz asked worriedly.

"She was too weak and I needed to treat her, I thought my care would be more effective and would be better than taking her to a hospital and risking exposing her to a media scandal.

"Oh my god, you're right" Pottz sighed heavily "I just wish Tony was here. Now there's this thing with Happy. I don’t know where he is..."

"If I may make a suggestion..."

"Of course"

"Ask Romanoff to help you find Happy and contact Stark as soon as possible"

Pottz agreed "I will. Than you, Strange. I'm relieved to know she's in good hands."

Stephen hung up the phone sighing heavily. Was she? In good hands?

…

You woke up in the morning to a knock on the door and when you said they could come in America came in with a worried expression. "Are you all right? Stephen told me what happened."

You shook your head sitting on the bed putting your hand on your head and pointing to her hands "Is that for me?" She nodded handing over the pill and a glass of water she was holding "Stephen said you would need it."

You took the pill eagerly. The headache had increased and although you didn't feel drunk now, you felt like you had a horrible hangover.

America sat at the foot of the bed "I'm so sorry this happened, but I'm glad you're okay."

You smiled opening your arms and she gave you an open smile and crawled closer and hugged you.

"Oh I almost forgot, Stephen asked me to let you know that Happy is fine. I don't know exactly what happened, but Stephen will explain when he gets back."

 "He is not home?" You tried to hide it, but your discontent was noticeable.

"He and Wong went to Kamar Taj, but today is Saturday, so if everything is in order they should be back soon."

You nodded running your hands through your hair "I need shower and clean clothes. Can you take me home?" America blinked surprised "Do you trust me enough for this?"

You nodded confidently "Girl, you travel through the multiverse, I imagine that opening a portal to my room is no big deal."

She got up happy "I'll get my slingy"

You watched running and disappearing from the room and heard the sound of your cell phone vibrating. There were numerous messages from your friends and more from MJ.

You replied to Mike that everything was fine and ignored all further questions. From MJ on the other hand it was harder to hide the facts. As soon as she realized you were online she video called you. "I don't know what exactly happened last night, but you need to know that videos of Doctor Strange carrying you through a portal are all over the internet"

You sighed "He basically saved me from a crazy maniac who drugged me. "

MJ shook her head and then yelled at Peter that she was talking to you and that he should wait. She turned her attention back to you "You need to prepare for all the backlash from the tabloids, they adore you and now that they've gotten compromising footage of you with..."

You shushed her when America ran back into the room. MJ frowned "Wait a minute, are you in the Sanctum?" You nodded "I slept here"

America sat beside you waiting anxiously for the moment when she could finally show you her magic.

MJ made a face "I won't say anything about that." She went back to yelling at Peter and then back to talking to you "Peter asked if you would like to go out for a drink so we can talk. It's our last weekend before we go back to Boston so... And I probably should ask if you are okay. But you are okay, right. You look okay."

You nodded vehemently "I’m fine. Ah… Of course. I'm going to help America with her homework and then I call you back, okay?"

"Okay, talk to you later."

After a few failed attempts, America opened a portal in your room and you took the opportunity to take a shower and put on some more comfortable clothes. You were heading back to the Sanctum when Pepper knocked on the door.

"Thought I heard you. Oh, hi America."

America smiled shyly "Hi Pepper"

Pepper came in and closed the door behind her and stared at you for a long second then pulled you into a tight hug "I was so worried about what happened yesterday. When Stephen told me..."

"I'm fine Pep, I'm sorry I scared you."

She nodded, still examining you, her hand on your face "Tony will be here tomorrow, we’ll find out who that bastard is and if possible we'll keep him locked up."

"That's a relief" You said. "What happened to Happy? He was with me and then he disappeared, if Stephen hadn't been there I don't know what would have happened."

Pepper nodded "Natasha asked his help for a mission, it was something simple that wouldn't take more than an hour, he said he had checked the place and everything was clean. He thought you would be safe. You have no idea how guilty he is feeling right now."

You shook your head "It's fine. Truth be told, I tried to get rid of him all night"

Pepper gave a small chuckle and then frowns "I didn't understand what Strange was doing there, he doesn't seem like the type of person who enjoys these places"

It was America who quickly replied "Stephen loves music, I suggested to him to go out for a bit. He has a lot of work and hardly ever leaves the house"

Pepper nodded "You've been a blessing in his life, America. Well, I'll leave you two alone. Call me if you need something, okay?"

You nodded. America stared at you in silence, biting her lip as if weighing whether or not to say what she wanted to say.

"What" You asked

 "Nothing, it's nothing. Let's go? If Wong comes back and I'm not doing my homework he'll kill me."

…

Stephen finished the morning's training with the students with surprising difficulty. His mind kept wandering to the conversation he had with you. Now that the scare and adrenaline had worn off, he worried that he might have overdone it.

If anything was certain about the nightclub episode, it was that Stark would want answers and Stephen wasn't quite sure how to explain why he was there in the first place. And he also knew that that would make Stark spread his wings over you even more.

He found himself thinking about what he said. Saying he liked you was an understatement and yet he knew he shouldn't have said it. Stephen felt pathetically under your spell, and it was only his very firm conscience that kept him from kissing you last night. Fuck, what was he thinking?

"Strange, are you listening?" Wong's voice brought him out of his reverie and he realized he was standing alone in the middle of the courtyard.

"Yes, I am sorry."

Wong stared at him for a second and then smirked "We're done here. I'm heading back to the Sanctum, are you coming?"

Stephen pondered whether it wouldn't be better to stay until he was sure you were gone, but deep down he wanted to see you, and moreover, he needed to know if you were okay. He nodded to Wong who opened a portal and both went through it.

…

"So what Rousseau was saying was basically that the Tarzan movie is correct?" America asked making you laugh at the way she simplified your nearly twenty minute explanation of Jean Jacques Rousseau’s theory.

"Well, yes, but you can't quote Walt Disney on your assignment, so I need to make sure you understand the concept of Rousseau’s' theory."

America made a face "Can you explain one more time?"

You nodded hearing the familiar sound of a portal opening and tried to hide the way your heart was pounding in your chest.

"Well, Rousseau’s' theory says that every man is originally good, but when he comes into contact with society he is corrupted. This happens because, according to him, man and citizen are paradoxical conditions in human nature, as it is the reflection of inconsistencies that are established in the relationship of the human being with the social group, which inevitably corrupts him..."

You stopped when you realized that Stephen was standing leaning against the counter in the dining room watching you.

"Please, continue" He asked with a smirk on his lips, but he continued standing there watching you two.

You struggled to maintain your train of thought as you continued to explain Rousseau’s theory to America, but your cheeks were pink and there was a slight tremor in your voice and somehow you knew he was enjoying watching your reaction to him.

"But is there a way for man to be good again?" America asked after a few seconds of typing on her laptop. Those seconds that you and Stephen spent exchanging looks that you didn't quite know what meant.

"Rousseau believes that there is a path that can bring the individual back to his former goodness. He believes that the lack of equality in the human personality is something that integrates his nature; social inequality must be eliminated, as it deprives man of the exercise of freedom, replacing this practice with devotion to outward appearances and etiquette."

America nodded and went back to typing. Wong walked into the room with his hands behind his back and stood behind America watching what she wrote and then walked away with a satisfied hum "I'm glad to hear you're okay Miss y/l/n. Strange told me about your incident "

You nodded "Thank you, Wong."

"How are you feeling? Physically, I mean?" Stephen asked and you thought for a moment. Your heart was racing, your mouth was dry, you felt dizzy like you were falling and you could barely breathe, but those were just the reactions his presence caused in you and you knew that wasn't what he was asking "I'm fine. Earlier I had a headache, but now I'm feeling perfectly normal"

He nodded in relief "That's good. I spoke with Romanoff and she explained to me why Happy wasn't there..."

"I spoke to Pepper earlier, she told me everything."

He shook his head seeming to weigh his next words "I hope you'll be more careful the next time you decide to accept booze in places like these"

There it was again, the accusatory tone that seemed to blame you for what happened. "Like I said yesterday, I'm always careful."

America pushed the laptop for you to read what she had typed and you made a herculean effort to pay attention "That's great, you understood very well"

"I think maybe this kind of environment is not suitable for someone like you" Stephen continued.

"Someone like me? What does that mean?" There was a certain irritated tone to your question and both Wong and America seemed to notice.

Stephen sighed impatiently "I know how much you want to live like you're like everyone else, but the truth is, you're not. You live in the Avengers Tower, your godfather is Iron Man, you have a target on your back."

You sighed "I chose not to live in fear"

"You don't need to live in fear, but you need to recognize the dangers and better analyze the environment in which you are inserted, not to mention that..."

He stopped when you stared angrily at him "What? Say it."

"You can't be as naive as you were last night. If I hadn't been there nobody knows what could have happened and…  this makes me sick"

You fell silent knowing full well that if you opened your mouth you would regret it. You knew he was saying those things because he cared about you, the thing is, you couldn't shake the feeling that he treated you the same way he treated America which was extremely annoying and disheartening.

"Y/n, I'm talking to you" He said with an authoritative tone that made you snap. "Fuck you, Stephen, you're not my dad"

"Why? Do you need one?"

You stared at him in disbelief that he had actually said that. America stared at the two of you  and Wong kept his posture unwavering, but his eyes were watchful and you knew he noticed more than he let on.

Stephen sighed, running a hand over his face "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that. I'm sorry."

You nodded "Yeah you really shouldn't."

He rested a hand on his hip "What I'm trying to say is that I care about you..." America stared at him with a raised eyebrow and he hurried to correct himself "...as your friend I mean. I care about you as your friend."

You slammed your hand on the table getting up "I don't want you to be my friend, Stephen. I never wanted that!" You yelled turning your back on him and leaving the room.

Stephen sighed heavily watching you leave. He wanted to go after you, but he was relieved when America was faster than him and followed you. Wong shot him an accusatory look.

"What?"

"Ah Stark will love this" That's all Wong said leaving the room and leaving him alone with his own thoughts.

You wanted to punch Stephen's perfect face with all your might, but all you could do was pace back and forth in the foyer trying to calm down.

"Hey, you're okay?" America approached looking at you shyly.

You shook your head negatively "I don't know how you can stand him."

America chuckled nervously "He's all I have." You shook your had feeling bad for talking about him that way to her. You tried to fight back the tears in your eyes. "I am sorry, America. Can you portal me back home?"

She looked disappointed that you were leaving so soon.  "Of course."

Once you were in your room you threw yourself on the bed in tears. Your chest hurt and the realization that you were crying for Stephen made you feel so pathetic.

...

"Looking forward to going back to college?" You asked MJ and Peter. You were sitting at a table outside a small restaurant in town.

Peter scowled but it was MJ who replied "We are. Peter had a talk with Stark and it was agreed that he will pay more attention to his classes."

Peter agreed.

"That's great. I'm just sad that you guys are leaving. You'll be sorely missed."

MJ seemed to notice that you were down "Well, we’ll talk every day and besides, I imagine America has more homework and you can go help her"

She blinked shamelessly at you. You exhaled heavily "If she wants my help she'll have to go to my place, because I'm not stepping foot in that mausoleum anytime soon."

"Mausoleum?" Peter asked blankly.

"She's talking about the Sanctum Sanctorum"

"Oh and what's the problem? I thought you liked Doctor Strange"

You sipped your drink and fell silent. "Did something happen?" MJ asked.

"That's the problem. I thought it had happened, but it didn't. I probably got it all wrong, maybe my feelings got ahead and I ended up interpreting what he said in a different way..."

"What exactly happened?"

"Last night he told me he liked me" You shrugged "That's the word he used, but the way he said it..." You sighed heavily "Anyway, today he kind of scolded me for what happened at the nightclub and I ended up yelling at him."

"Sorry, I'm kind of lost here. Are you really talking about Strange? Like y/n,  you like Strange?" Peter's confusion was almost disrespectful. How could he not know yet? That was all you talk about.

"10 points to Gryffindor for your brilliant deduction" MJ teased and then addressed you "Why exactly did you two fight?"

"He said he cared about me as a friend and I felt like an idiot. He didn't fight me, I was the one who yelled at him in front of Wong and America. Now they must think I'm crazy."

"Or maybe they noticed what you haven't been able to hide."

You finished your drink and called the waiter to order another, but MJ scolded you "You better eat something or you're going to be sick"

You dismissed the waiter irritated. Apparently everyone was determined to treat you like a child today.

"What do you intend to do?" MJ asked.

You shrugged "Nothing. There's nothing I can do. My classes are next weak and I need to focus on passing my finals. I can't waste time with this fruitless dilemma."

MJ shook his head like she didn't believe a word you were saying.

"Why don't you talk to him?" Peter asked "I mean, no mincing words, just tell him how you feel and if it's not reciprocated you can finally forget about it and move on"

MJ stared at Peter as if surprised that was giving a good advice.

"I don't know if I can. Besides, Stephen isn't an idiot, he knows"

"You're right, he's not an idiot." MJ said "You're Tony Stark's goddaughter, he probably doesn't want to pick a fight with the almighty Iron Man and the rest of the Avengers.”

You went silent contemplating the idea and soon the waiter brought your food.

...

It was past 11pm and Stephen hadn't even gone up to his room because he knew he wouldn't be able to sleep. Even the magic books that always managed to distract him were insufficient to get thoughts of you out of his head.

Annoyed with himself, he closed the books pushing them on the table and rested his head in his hands, it was only then that he heard footsteps in the dark corridor.

"Should be sleeping, kid"

America approached pulling the chair in front of his desk "You too"

He nodded "Did you lose sleep?"

She nodded "And you?"

He shook his head "Didn't even try"

She nodded and stared at him in silence.

 "Say it" He said

She shrugged "It's nothing"

He crossed his arms "I know you kid, whatever it is, just say it at once"

She rested her chin on her hand "I'm not sure I understand what happened between you and y/n this morning"

"There's nothing to understand. I over reacted and she got mad, that's all" He said trying to sound casual.

She thought for a minute "She said she doesn't want you to be her friend, but at the same time she won't stop talking about you when you're not around." Stephen tried to disguise that information pleased him. "Want to know what I think?"

He ran a hand over his face "You're going to say it anyway"

"I think she likes you" America said with a smile on her face and Stephen realized that the idea pleased her.

He cleared his throat uncomfortably "She said she doesn't want me as a friend, clearly you're getting this all wrong"

He got up and started arranging the books to put them back on the shelf. He could almost hear her eyes roll back "You're the one who doesn't understand anything, Stephen. She has a crush on you"

He finished putting his books away and left the library with America at his heels. Stephen didn't want to have that conversation, not only because he didn't think it wise to say anything to America for fear of her running to tell you in an attempt to play matchmaker, but also because he didn't know what to say, or what to do to.

"I think you like her too. You don’t hide it as well as you think you do. So why are you two fighting?"

Stephen stopped at the foot of the stairs and faced America "Things are more complicated than you think, kid. You don't understand because you're still learning how things work in this universe."

He started to go up the stairs, but America was close behind "I don't think it's that different from one universe to another and it doesn't have to be so complicated."

He stopped in front of her bedroom door and opened it indicating that she should enter "It's past bedtime."

She stopped at the door, staring at him decisively "Promise you'll talk to her. She is my friend. It can’t be bad blood between you."

Stephen thought for a second and then smirked "I'll think about it"

She smiles back "I really want you to be happy, Stephen"

He nodded "I know. Now go to sleep or I'll tell Wong you still haven't finished your homework."

"I hate you" She said

"Yeah right"

...

You haven't told anyone else about your unfortunate arguing with Stephen. Pepper knew there was something wrong with you and noticed that you were sad, but she assumed it was because of what happened at the nightclub and you were grateful for that. You didn't see Nat that weekend, you didn't see Happy, and neither did Tony return from the mission with Rhodes. You spent Sunday at home trying to write something for your dissertation and ended up being surprised by how much effort paid off at the end of the day.

It was Monday morning and you had agreed to go with Pepper to the record company's office to talk about a possible contract, which was obviously a huge mistake. The producers praised your music, but said it was "too heavy" and suggested that you consider something more mainstream.

"The face of the company" Pepper complained indignantly stomping her feet as you left the building "They want to have the Stark name on their company and they didn't even hide it. They even care about your music, it's offensive." She sighed "It was a mistake to bring you here Y/n, I'm sorry"

"It's okay Pep, I don't care" You said reassuringly. "I think it's more productive for me to focus on my studies. The band has always been a dream, but today I understand that being independent makes more sense. I like playing in small nightclubs, it's like a hobby."

She stopped staring at you and grabbed you by the arms "I don't want you to give up on the band. We can make it work"

You smile "I'm not giving up, but I'm also not going to give up my sound to fit on the radio like those idiotic producers suggested. Plus there's a certain charm on being an independent artist."

She agreed sighing "What a waste of time. At least we can enjoy lunch together, what do you think?"

…

You weren't exactly excited to get back to school, but when you finally got back to studying, you were grateful to have something to occupy yourself with and be able to think about something other than Stephen.

Since the day you left the Sanctum after arguing with him, you didn't see him again and you were dying to see him again, but you had already convinced yourself that you wouldn't do anything to change the situation and that way the weeks passed.

You dedicated yourself to your studies and continued to play with the band on weekends. Your work started to gain surprising notoriety and soon you realized you were playing bigger and bigger venues which was both cool and scary at the same time. The songs you casually released on the internet somehow ended up on the radio and Tony swore he had nothing to do with that and before you knew it you were getting offers for interviews and photo shoots, plus one or two label with offers you always turned down.

"Nat told me you had a visitor today," Tony said at a dinner at the Tower. It was a Monday night and it was just you, him and Pepper at the table.

You nodded without giving it much thought "They were from Skin & Ink Magazine. I tend to shy away from that kind of publicity, but I've always been a fan of their work. The premise is...interesting." It was just what you said.

Tony pulled out his cell phone and did a quick search, his eyebrow arching at every photo he saw on the internet. "A little too suggestive, don't you think?"

You shrugged "I'm always in the tabloids anyway, last time I had a hard time with the paparazzi. At least that's something I’m interested."

"It's really beautiful" Pepper said as if to show Tony that she was on your side. "I think y/n is right Tony. If it's something she wants to do, we have to support her. And the tabloids will write about her anyway."

Tony agreed putting the phone on the table "I trust you will make the best decision." He said and then changed the subject immediately.

"We're leaving on a big mission soon." He told you "Strange will go with us"

You felt your entire body tense.

Pepper sighed "When?

Tony shrugged, "We're setting everything up in two or three days."

You desperately wanted to tell him not to go, but you knew you couldn't  ask him that and it felt so unfair. Every time Tony went on a mission your chest got heavy and you went through your days like a part of you was missing. Knowing that Stephen was going along only made it worse.

"I... I better go to bed, tomorrow I'll wake up early." You left the table without giving them time to respond.

You still remembered the day you received the news of your parents' death. To see Tony go on a mission was to be haunted by those memories and you always feared the worst. He was all you had and Stephen was all you wanted. And both could be taken from you in a blink of an eye.

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