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[anxietyriddenbutterfly]

Superheroes struggle with mental health.

Tony Stark has anxiety and PTSD

Bruce Banner has depression and suicidal tendencies

Steve Rogers has survivor's guilt, PTSD, and suicidal tendencies

Bucky Barnes has PTSD

Clint Barton has depression

Sam Wilson has PTSD

Wanda Maximoff has depression and struggles with grief

Thor has depression, binge-eating disorder, and alcoholism

Natasha most likely suffers from PTSD and childhood trauma

Steven/Marc has Dissociative Identity Disorder

Peter Parker suffers from grief and possibly PTSD/depression

Thena has dementia

Peggy Carter suffers from memory issues

Rocket Raccoon has PTSD and depression

Nebula has PTSD

Gamora has PTSD

Peter Quill struggles with grief and anger issues

Drax has PTSD, anger issues, and struggles with grief

(Lets just face it all of the Guardians have at least one mental illness)

This doesn't even cover all of them. I just feel like our lil mentally unwell superheroes deserve more recognition for fighting even when things are hard.

[captainsophiestark]

My Hero

Steve Rogers x Reader

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Fandom: Marvel

Summary: Steve's next door neighbor needs a hand moving in a bunch of science equipment, so he offers to help. But he's in for a surprise when he realizes that the neighbor in question has absolutely no idea who he is.

Word Count: 2,456

Category: Fluff

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"Uh, excuse me? Do you need help with that?"

My arms were full carrying test tubes and other scientific equipment, so I couldn't see who'd spoken. I'd just bought a new apartment in Washington DC, and when it was time to move all my furniture in I drafted a bunch of strong friends to help me. All my delicate, expensive machines and glass test tubes, on the other hand, I didn't trust anyone else to move, so I'd decided to do it all by myself.

That was proving to be more of a challenge than I'd initially anticipated.

I managed to carry my last load to the elevator of my building without help, but with my hands this full I had no way to push the 'up' button.

"Uh..." I said, pausing to consider just for a second before admitting defeat. I sighed. "Yeah, if you wouldn't mind just pushing the up button for me. And then... maybe my floor number after that."

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw whoever'd offered their help move around me to push the button on the elevator. I had my stuff piled up so high that I couldn't see them, but after they'd pushed the button, they hovered nervously next to me.

"Are... are you sure you don't want a hand with the rest of that?"

"Nope, I'm good," I said, raising my voice just a little to make sure I was heard over the stack in my arms. "Thanks, though."

"Sure thing."

The elevator dinged, and I headed in, trusting the person who I assumed was a neighbor in the building to stay out of my way. I caught a glimpse of him as I walked into the elevator, since he'd stepped forward to make sure the door didn't close on me. I shot him a smile, although I doubt he'd actually been able to see it.

"Which floor?"

"Three, please."

"Hey, that's mine too."

I smiled again. "Well then, it's nice to meet you neighbor. Unless we've already met before. Sorry, I can't see a whole lot around this stuff in my arms."

The guy chuckled. "No, I don't think we've met before. But it's nice to meet you, too."

The elevator dinged again as we reached our floor and the doors slid open. I stepped out first, my new friend following behind me.

"Is there anything else I can do to help...?" he asked, and I could feel him hovering around me. I paused, weighing my options. I stopped in the hallway and made a point of leaning around the stack in my arms to look at the man who'd been helping me. He was tall, blond, and clearly very strong. He looked nice enough, but that obviously didn't mean much. Still, he'd been very helpful and respectful so far, and he hadn't tried to push his "help" on me by taking anything out of my arms, either. Besides, if I hadn't been able to hit an elevator buton, a doorknob was definitely going to defeat me.

"Well... if you wouldn't mind getting my apartment door for me? It's 3C, just down on the left. It's unlocked."

"Sure thing. I'm 3F, right across from you."

"Wow. I can't believe I've never run into you before."

"Yeah, well... part of my job is keeping weird hours."

I frowned as we reached my door. I was able to walk through, no problem, thanks to my neighbor's help, and I turned all my focus to the stack in my arms as I set it gently, carefully down on the counter. I sighed once it was officially safe and sound, then turned back to my neighbor.

"What's your job?"

He frowned, but it did absolutely nothing to diminish just how incredibly handsome he was. Especially now that I wasn't distracted, and I could see my neighbor without obstruction, including his gorgeous blue eyes and how strong he looked.

"You're asking... what my job is?" he asked, as if to clarify. I nodded.

"Yeah. Should I not be?"

He blinked at me for another moment, then shook his head quickly.

"No, no, it's great. Uh, I do some work for SHIELD."

"Oh, yeah! You know, I applied there, but I ended up going with a job at Stark Industries instead. Most of their stuff's in New York, but I managed to snag this D.C. post. I'm hoping to move up to New York soon, though."

"You work for Stark Industries?"

"Heck yeah I do! Biochemistry research and development. And I guess you probably can't tell me what you do at SHIELD."

The corner of his mouth pulled up.

"Probably."

"Fair enough. Well, look, I don't usually invite strange men into my apartment, but since I'm not sure I could've made it back up here without your help, do you want something to drink? A lemonade or a coffee or something?"

The guy had a slightly bemused look on his face, but he nodded all the same.

"That'd be great. Thanks."

"Sure thing." I moved towards the kitchen, motioning for him to follow me and shut the door behind him. "By the way, I don't think I ever officially got your name."

He smiled like I'd just given him the best news of his life.

"I'm Steve. It's nice to officially meet you."

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Inviting Steve in for a drink turned out to be one of my best decisions since moving to DC. He was an absolute sweetheart, kind and funny, and after our first meeting we started regularly spending time together. Those casual hangouts had gradually turned more date-like, and not long after that first meeting, we'd started officially dating.

Steve had become a constant presence in my life. He'd be there to make me coffee just the way I liked when I got so buried in my at-home experimenting that I lost all concept of self-care, and I'd be there with my special extra-strength version of icy hot that Steve swore by when he came home from long shifts at SHIELD. He'd pretty quickly become an integral part of my life, and one that I didn't want to let go of any time soon.

So, when my phone rang mid-experiment and I saw the caller ID was a bad picture of Steve I'd taken last week, I actually smiled instead of scowling like I would've at an interruption from anyone else.

"Hi," I said, picking up the phone and moving it to rest between my shoulder and ear as I got back to work. "What's up?"

"Hi. I have a friend with me who I'd like you to meet. Would it be alright if we came over? Say... in an hour?"

I paused, eyeballing the bubbling beakers and test tubes still laid out on the table in front of me.

"That depends. Do you care that I'll have some of my work set up and running on the kitchen table? And can you promise your friend won't knock anything over or otherwise ruin what I'm working on?"

I could hear the smile in Steve's voice as he responded.

"No, I don't mind, and yes, I'm sure he won't ruin your experiment."

"Then sure, come on over!"

"Great. We'll see you in an hour."

"See you then!"

I paused long enough to put the phone back on the table, then went right back to my work. I got so absorbed in it, the next hour absolutely flew by. I'd just managed to get things to a stable point, where I could leave it alone until tonight or tomorrow with no problems, when a knock came at the door.

"One second!" I called, standing and grabbing my phone before doing a quick scan of my apartment to make sure I hadn't left out anything embarrassing. Thankfully, it was clean enough. I went to do the door and opened it with a smile on my face, expecting to see Steve with a friend.

Steve was there, as expected. But behind him, standing just over his shoulder with a friendly smile on his face, was Dr. Bruce Banner.

"Oh my god," I gasped, my hands flying to my mouth. Steve and Dr. Banner both looked surprised, but I couldn't even begin to process that. After a moment's stunned silence, I managed to drag my eyes from Dr. Banner himself back to my boyfriend. "Steve... is this... is this the friend you were talking about?"

"I- yeah. Yeah, this is Bruce."

I let out a squeal that I was not proud of. I quickly cleared my throat, trying to cover it, then stepped back and opened my door wider for the both of them.

"Sorry, sorry. Please, come in. It's just... Steve, why didn't you tell me you were friends with the Dr. Bruce Banner?"

Steve looked absolutely shocked. "You... recognize him?"

"What? Of course I do! Dr. Banner's the entire reason I decided to take the job with Stark Industries, instead of with SHIELD!" I took a deep breath, then shook my head and turned to Dr. Banner. "I'm sorry. I'm being incredibly rude. It's an absolute honor to meet you, seriously. Your biochemical PhD thesis is... at least half the reason I decided to go into the field in the first place."

Dr. Banner looked a bit stunned, but he had a faint smile on his face, which grew as I spoke to him. He held out his hand for a shake, which I happily accepted.

"I'm... happy it had such a positive impact. It's nice to meet you too. And please, call me Bruce."

I nodded, not trusting myself to speak in response to that. Steve was still looking at me like I was an extra-difficult rubik's cube, and I silently raised my eyebrows at him in question. Before he could answer, Bruce aparently caught sight of my setup on the table.

"Wow. Is this yours?"

"Yeah!" I said, turning excitedly to watch as he moved to look over my experiment. "I've been spending my freetime outside of SI working on it."

"It's impressive!"

I swear I almost blacked out.

I was about to head over to the table to keep engaging with Bruce about my experiments, but before I could, Steve caught my arm. I turned around to face him again with raised eyebrows.

"Hey. Sorry, I didn't mean to totally cold shoulder you. It's just... this is like a dream right now."

"I can't believe you know who he is," he said, sounding a little strange, although I couldn't put my finger on why. I frowned.

"What do you mean?"

"...Do you really not know who I am?"

Steve seemed seriously suspicious of something, and I was starting to think he'd accidentally sniffed one of Bruce's experiments in a SHIELD lab that he shouldn't have.

"Steve, what are you talking about? Of course I know who you are. You're my boyfriend, an absolute sweetheart, and one of the only people I've ever met who got to watch Star Wars without already knowing about the 'I am your father' reveal. Why would you think I don't know you? Did you get exposed to a biohazard? Let me get my kit-"

I started to head off towards the bedroom, but he pulled me back. He looked calmer now, more himself, but deadly serious as he spoke.

"I'm Captain America. Steve Rogers, Captain America. That's how I know Bruce. I was going to find a better time to tell you, but... I didn't expect you to know who Bruce was, either. Feels like I should probably address it now."

I just stared blankly at him for a few moments, trying to decide if he was serious. Steve looked braced for whatever my reaction might be, shock or disbelief or anger or whatever else, but I just pulled out my phone. A quick internet search confirmed that, yes, Steve Rogers my boyfriend was the same Steve Rogers from the 1940s, also known as Captain America. I stared at the screen for another few moments, my mind updating with this new information, then I looked back at Steve.

"...Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

He sighed. "I should've. I'm sorry. It was just... nice. To have somebody look at me for once and see me, not the shield or the legend or whatever. It was selfish, and I should've fixed the mistake a long time ago."

I thought about it for another moment, then finally, I shrugged.

"It's okay."

"...Really? Just like that?"

"Yeah. Honestly, Steve, it doesn't really change anything for me, other than now I know why you like my version of icy hot better than anything else out there when it's literally too strong for anyone else to stand. But... thank you for telling me."

Steve stared at me for a second in disbelief, then grinned.

"You're serious?"

"Yeah. Now, with all the love in the world, let's hug it out later. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity for me to get feedback on my experiment from Bruce Banner himself."

Steve just laughed as I turned around to join Bruce at the dining table. He was perfect, as usual, as I talked to Bruce for over an hour about the project I'd been working on. Thankfully, this was one occasion when "never meet your heroes" didn't prove to be true. Bruce was kind and wonderful and helpful at every turn, and after a while, we moved on from science to chat about other things, looping Steve back into our conversation. Neither of them could believe I'd recognized Bruce and not Captain America, but they both seemed pleasantly surprised by it.

Bruce ended up staying for dinner, and by the end of the night, he actually felt like a friend instead of the larger-than-life scientist who'd been my inspiration for so long. Steve and I stood in the doorway of my apartment waving as he headed out for the night, then stepped back inside with matching smiles on our faces.

"That was one of the best days of my life," I said. Steve just laughed.

"I'm glad I could help facilitate it. And I think Bruce had a great time, too. You're... sure you don't care about the Captain America thing?"

I grinned. "I'm sure. Sorry, Cap, but I've never really cared about the jock superheroes."

Steve laughed again, pulling me into his side as he did.

"Honestly, I'm glad to hear it. You wanna put on a movie?"

"Sounds like a perfect end to the day to me. You pick one out, I'll get us some drinks and popcorn."

Steve smiled, then pulled me in for a quick kiss before haeding towards the tv in the living room. I headed towards the kitchen, a ridiculous smile on my face. I'd met my idol today, but the wonderful man in the living room was what really made things perfect. No matter who or what else he might be to the world, he'd always be my Steve. He never needed to be anything else.

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[morbid-flesh-angel]

[idk-bruh-20]

Irondad fic ideas #130

You know that trope where SI employees call Peter "Stark Jr."?

Fic where Tony learns about this and loves it. One night, at one of their weekly Ironfam dinners, he gleefully brags about it in front of May

In retaliation, May says to Tony, "Okay, Parker Sr."

No angst miscommunications, just hilarity. Everyone knows this is about the honor of being included in each other's families

[creative-caramel-coffee]

The Spiders Sister - Chapter 6

Summary: Reader goes to a stark party to meet some new people.

TW: Drinking, parties (ew), minor blood

Words: 2k

A/n Sorry for the late update my life is chaos.

Looking around at all the people you felt yourself beginning to feel a little insecure. You could pick out most of the people in the room from the TV alone. These weren’t just your average everyday people, these were superhero’s. And despite having powers yourself you still felt like you didn’t belong among legends.

Without realising it you had popped out your fangs, a small habit that displayed your nerves. You did realise it when it nicked your tongue. The coppery taste of blood in your mouth for a second before it healed.

Starting to feel a little overwhelmed Wanda placed a hand on your arm. Her touch was grounding and you were slowly being pulled back out of your own head and back to the party.

“It’s alright if it’s a bit much. It was for my first time as well. Are you ok?” Wanda said quietly to you.

You swallowed and nodded. “I’m alright. Just gimme a sec.”

Steeling your nerves and swallowing down your anxiety you stood a little taller and nodded to Wanda who was silently observing you.

After giving you a moment to adjust Wanda begun shepherding you over to a small group of people. Seemingly taking it upon herself to introduce you to people knowing if it was up to you, you would stay in the corner all night.

Before you had even realised Natasha had left your side she was handing you a drink with a cute little umbrella.

“I figure you liked it a bit fruity.” She said with a wink and your cheeks heated under the glare you shot her as she sipped her vodka martini.

As you arrived in front of the group Wanda seemed to want to introduce you to first, you took a sip of the drink, finding it to be rather good.

Looking around the group Wanda begun introducing you to it was an odd bunch.

“Y/n,” Wanda begun, gesturing to a tall blonde woman in a leather jacket. “This is Carol, or captain Marvel.” Wanda said with a teasing tone as carol rolled her eyes.

“Hi.” You said and Carol smiled warmly at you.

“Nice to meet you Y/n.” Carol said extending a hand which you took. She had a firm handshake and warm but not sweaty hands. The kind but mischievous twinkle in her eyes promised a fun kind of trouble.

“This old man is Nick Fury.” Natasha said clapping a hand on the back of a dark-skinned man with an eyepatch.

“Watch yourself Romanoff.” He said but Nat just smirked. “Nice to meet you kid.” He said extending a hand. After shaking his hand Natasha introduced you to the last person in the group.

“This is Agent Maria Hill.” Nat said elbowing her in the ribs and receiving a heatless glare in response.

“Nice to meet you.” She said giving a welcoming nod to you which you returned.

“So I hear you’re the newest spider in town?” Carol asks smiling at you as she took a swig of her beer.

“Uhhh … yeah.” You said rubbing the back of your neck.

“No need to be so nervous kid, we don’t bite. Unless you want me to.” Carol winked and you smiled back shyly not realising your fangs were out.

“Wow kid. Nice teeth.” Carol said. “Is that a spider thing?” She said looking curious.

“Yeah.” You said putting them away again.

“That’s pretty cool.” Carol said.

“We’re lucky she doesn’t bite.” Wanda said teasingly.

“I dunno,” Nat said rejoining the group with Maria. “I’d let her bite me.” She said with a wink and you choked on the sip you had just taken of your drink.

Coughing as Nat burst out laughing, Wanda pounded your back while Maria was lecturing Natasha in an amused fashion. Carol simply watched with a grin which matched Nats despite being told off.

Fury simply watched with his upper lip twitching as if it wanted to smile but wasn’t allowed which would probably have some level of accuracy to it.

When you regained your composure and your voice, your cheeks were stained with a dark blush.

“So, are you an avenger now kid?” Carol asked.

“I’m not sure.” You said.

“Actually, I’ve been meaning to talk to Stark and Rogers about that one.” Fury said looking at you for a reaction. You simply blinked looking at him and only looking away when you realised, he wasn’t going to elaborate.

“Either way, welcome to our little bunch. If you ever need anything or just to escape the compound of chaos, give me a call.” Carol said and Maria agreed.

“I’ve only ever seen Nat take a liking to something this fast once before and that was a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.” Maria said receiving a punch from Nat in the arm replying only with a smirk.

“So, how’d the whole spider thing happen?” Carol asked looking curious.

“I should have said this is y/n Parker.” Wanda said emphasising your last name.

“Like Peter Parker?” Carol asked.

“My little brother.” You clarified with a nod.

“So does being part spider run in the family or did you both do a deal with Satan?” Maria asks and you laughed feeling a bit less anxious now the vibe had changed and there was some alcohol in your blood.

“Peter and I both ended up on the field trip where he got his powers. I was chaperoning and he was … being Peter. Anyways Parker luck and we both got bit by the dumb spider.” You said.

“So you’ve just been keeping a low profile since?” Maria asked.

“Yeah. Something like that. I mean I would take Peter’s old suits for a spin when I could but not too often. Our powers differ a little so I had to play the part and not do some things he couldn’t.” You shrugged sipping your drink again.

“Well it sounds like your well adjusted to it all.” Carol complimented.

You snorted in response. “Adjusted, maybe. Cursed, definitely. What can I say Parker luck is real. I almost got it tattooed once.” You said shrugging.

“Well, it’s been great to see you all again, but I need to take y/n to make the rounds. Learn some new names and see some fresh faces.” Wanda said saying goodbye before dragging you away with her hand clasped tightly around your own.

Natasha lingered with her friends for a little longer while wanda and you were swallowed up into another small group as wanda didn’t want to overwhelm you with too many people at once.

When she came to a stop you were stood in front of a few couches with various familiar faces lounging around talking and laughing.

“Hi honey.” A voice said and you looked over to the blue couch to see Aunt May sat next to Pepper, both holding a glass of white wine.

“Hi Aunt May.” You said feeling a little more comfortable with her around. She always made you feel safe.

“You look amazing sweetheart.” May said.

“I love the dress.” Pepper pitched in and you nodded thanking her.

Pepper patted the seat next to her and you slid into the spot beside her as Natasha appeared from nowhere and handed you a new drink, taking the glass you hadn’t realised was empty.

“Fruity.” Natasha whispered in your ear but this time you swatted her as she disappeared laughing to get herself another drink.

“How many of those have you had?” May asked.

“Not nearly enough to be drunk with my metabolism.” You said rolling your eyes.

“You your brother will drink me out of house and home, and I already feed four enhanced people with the metabolism of fifteen people.” Tony said rolling his eyes.

“Be nice Tony. Plus, Peter can’t even drink yet.” Pepper said swatting his arm.

“Oh right. Yeah, that kids never touching alcohol. I watched him trip over his own feet too many times in the past week to count. I can’t imagine he would be able to even stand if he ever got drunk.” Tony said shaking his head at the idea making you and May laugh.

“Im afraid they both are clumsy.” May said and you groaned scrubbing a hand over your face.

“Really?” Wanda asked her curiosity peaked. “Any good stories?” She asked with a mischievous smirk on her lips.

“Oh, too many to count.” May said laughing and waving a hand to indicate how many.

“Please enlighten us.” Clint said seemingly having appeared from nowhere and plopping himself down on the couch opposite pepper and may. He slung an arm around Tony who promptly shoved him off.

“Personal space birdbrain.” Tony grumbled. “But please, do spill.” He said ignoring pepper protective glare he was receiving.

“Oh, I don’t know…” May said glancing at you as you shook your head pleading with her to drop it. “What about just the flip trip one?” She asked and you swallowed pausing for a second before nodding.

“Fine.” You grumbled as Clint and Tony cheered.

“Whats got feathers and grease monkey so happy?” Nat said sitting down next to Clint.

“Story-time about the Parker’s.” Stark said. “More importantly … embarrassing story time.” He clarified and nat looked at you with a raised brow as you just shook your head and slumped over to bury your face in Wanda’s neck. The alcohol making you slightly more confident and comfortable around them.

“Alright. Well as long as I can recall they have both been clumsy. But there was one time after the spider-bite that their spider sense made it even more interesting. Peter was going into their room and Y/n was heading to the living room. They both must have sensed it because peter tripped over his own feet and before he could land flat on his face, he did a front flip and landed in a crouch with one hand on the ground. Y/n would have been in his way, but she had hopped up and stuck to the ceiling. So, she was hanging on by her fingertips and peter was standing back up as she let go of the roof and fell on top of him.” May said with a chuckle.

Tony’s face was lit up like a kid on Christmas. Pepper was stifling a smile and Nat had snorted into her drink. Wanda was trembling slightly under you as her body shook with suppressed giggles as her hand glided softly through your hair as your face was still buried in her neck hiding.

Clint whistled lowly. “Impressive … yet also not.” He said chuckling to himself.

“ok enough of that.” You whined and May smiled at you softly.

“Alright honey. How about pepper tells us some stories about stark.” May said sharing a mischievous smirk with pepper who immediately grinned at stark who grumbled to himself about betrayal.

As pepper launched into a story about the time the great Tony stark had turned up to a meeting sans pants, May pulled you aside.

“You haven’t told them have you?” She said in a low whisper.

“Told them what?” You mumbled looking at your shoes.

“Come on Y/n. I know its different now but he’s not just your brother. I know it hurts but he’s still your-“

“I know.” You said cutting May off before she could finish and say the word that brought pain to your very soul. “But he’s not May. Not anymore … its different. I had to live without him for five years. It changes you. It changed me.“ you mumbled wishing you had grabbed your drink before this impromptu sidebar.

“They’ll see your file eventually, they will connect the dots. It would be better coming from the two of you if you told them yourselves.” May said taking on a sad almost worried voice.

“I’ll talk to Petey about it.” You said and she rubbed a hand up and down your bicep and offered as small smile.

“Good.” May said before pressing a kiss to your forehead.

As the two of you rejoined the group your eyes had a little less of a glint in them. The pain still raw from things you didn’t want to remember.

The battle against Thanos had been somewhat of a sore subject around the tower and you didn’t want to bring up the avengers failure.

The rest of the party was smooth sailing as things began to die down.

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Part 7

[lokistemptress]

Feedback - Janet Jackson

Tony Stark x Reader

I wrote this almost two years ago, and I never intended on publishing it, but I’ve gotten into marvel again and now I have a page dedicated to it, so might as well start off with a bang.

Warnings: smut, tony stark is a warning ig, spanking, talk of vibrators, it’s not anything crazy in my opinion but another girls vanilla is someone else’s freak.

For some reason tonight, you didn't want to be the jealous one. You wanted him to touch and fuck and look at you the very same way you had been imagining all night.

The gala started at around sunset and wasn't over until everyone was too drunk to remember where they were. You had worn the sexiest dress ever. It left little to the imagination, yet was a torturous garment in every other way. It was a satin dress with an open back. A string of pearls and diamonds holding the garment together in the back. The cool crystals lit your skin on fire as you continued to think about all the nights before with Tony. It was getting to the point you couldn't handle it anymore. Hell, you'd let him take you on the living room couch in front of everyone if it just meant you could come for him. What you didn't know was that Tony was doing this all on purpose.

He invited you to his Gala. Ordered your favorite food and wine. Let your favorite sort of jazz music play delicately in the background and he was ignoring you. He was playing his favorite game. Being a tease. The jazz music eventually faded out to a sensual classical music that made Pepper laugh. She knew what his assignment for the night was. Get you in bed by 4 AM. And it was now nearing the stroke of midnight and you two hadn't spoken once. Pepper ate the tiny green olive that had been left over in her drink before setting the cup down on the bar in front of her. "What are you playing at?" Pepper smiled knowingly. Their relationship at one point in time had been very sexual and romantic, but then her sexy Brazilian partner came back into the picture and she respectfully left Tony Stark. He wasn't jealous of her newfound relationship and neither were you. Now you had an actual shot with Tony. But then came a stupid 'mental rule book' that you mutually agreed to in a stupid heat of the moment deal when things seemed a bit too��� Romantic.

"I think you should talk to her." Pepper states as she admired the way you danced with another man you hadn't had the energy to learn the name of. Tony had been so busy ordering glass after glass of whiskey, wasting time, that he hadn't realized what was happening behind him. "What makes you say that?" he asks after swallowing a small piece of ice. "I like the game we're playing. Seeing who can break first," He continued explaining. Pepper suppressed a smile. Her Brazilian babe sat on the other side admiring the photos of his children with an older women and her husband. A great partnering opportunity. Sure, Pepper knew not to get involved in your relationship. It wasn't her sort of thing. But then again that would be a lie. She liked being the gasoline to your fiery relationship. It gave her and you something to converse about during the days where you lounged by the Brazilian CEO's pool, who's name you only recently found out was Eduardo. Or Eddie for those who were friendly with him. "Do you remember how you said her mouth would get her into trouble some day?" Tony smiled as he swirled his drink around. Unlike everyone else, he was leaning against the table rather than sitting on the stool. "I do. It's where her nickname Trouble came from." he sighed contentedly. He glanced around before leaning in to hear her better. "Why? What did you hear?" He was so invested and curious as to what the woman he had been seeing for the past few months was saying. "Nothing actually," Pepper explained which upset the older man. Then what was she on about then? "It certainly isn't her words that are going to get her in trouble." Peppers eye contact with Tony broke as she glanced behind the Stark Industry CEO and at the young adult partner he had been fucking most recently. Tony eyebrows furrowed and he turned to search in the same direction as Pepper was looking. Pepper took his turn as the signal for her to leave. She ordered up another drink and was gone before Tony had even actually found his girl in the crowed.

When Tony turned around, he hadn't seen you. Not yet. But when he finally did, boy did he wish he hadn't. You danced with a man he was sure you didn't know the name of. Little did he know he was correct of course, and you also barely knew what the man looked like as well. Tony watched you with an almost sick satisfaction. You didn't look nearly as thrilled as you would have if he had been the one you were dancing with, and Tony knew that from experience. He turned to tell Pepper he was going to leave to Y/n but his voice got caught in his throat when he realized almost everyone at the bar was gone. Except for Pablo who served drinks like a mad man. He probably was. Tony downed the rest of his drink before cockily making his way over to the girl he was desiring the most right now. Typically he would have waited for her to make eye contact and then finally sneak off with her when he felt like she had enough. But he really just wanted to break her bratty attitude.

The man she was dancing with was certainly taller than Tony, who was already rather tall. However he didn't have anything Tony had. You could feel the hard on poking through his leather work pants. Wasn't big in that department. And his arms were wrapping around you all wrong. You almost felt guilty for putting on a show like this. But you couldn't deny the eyes and the lights and diamonds glittering on your body didn't make you feel like a fucking Goddess who just needed a good fuck tonight by the only man who could do such thing. She just wanted to push the guy away and run right into Tony's arms. Only Tony beat her to it.

Y/n had been facing the younger, blond, and taller man. The man could literally only focus on Y/n in that moment. She twirled around her hips gyrating against his dick making the man do his best to hold back a moan. That's how good she was. Seriously good. And she was Tony's. Y/n's eyes glazed over the angry and tight jawed CEO waltzing over to her out of the corner of her eye. She pressed herself even harder against the man in front of her, now having their chests touching. Her hands ran all along his broad shoulder, exploring the unknown skin. He was wearing a simple half-unbuttoned black work shirt. Unbeknownst to Y/n, he lost his tie earlier in a game with another women currently being fucked somewhere else by some other man right now. Y/n kept dancing even when another set of hands rested on her hips. Even more gentle but with a sense of possessiveness that made her head spin. The unknown blond man's eye's roamed all over the dancing girl in front of him and he hadn't even noticed Tony Stark. His eyes were glued to the bouncing breasts on Y/n's chest that were pushed up with the aid of a sexy bra that Tony gifted her a few weeks back, instructing her that if she wore the matching bra and panty set for another man he would be killed. It made heat rush through Y/n. "Excuse me," Tony grumbled. He wasn't in a good mood. He couldn't think properly right now so if this man didn't get off his pretty girl, Pepper would need to put in an order for a new white carpet since it would end up being stained with the dude's blood.

Yeah, Tony had issues.

"Excuse me," Tony restated. He didn't like repeating himself but he understood where the guy was coming from. Hell, he'd been in his position multiple times before. But he didn't want some random man who doesn't know what a clit is to touch his woman. "huh? oh." the man looked up from ogling your chest which made you snicker. The man in front of you's hands were lower on your waist, almost touching your ass. Tony knew how to hold you, one hand possessively on your hip while the other was on the side of your stomach. once Tony knew he had the other man's attention away from his girl, he pulled you away. "This is mine. Go find someone else to look at. Touch her again and I'll ruin you in every was imaginable." There was probably a hundred other things Tony wanted to say and do to the man who thought he could have you. but that could wait. He had a sweet pussy waiting for him in about ten minutes that was calling his name. "Now get the fuck out of here!" Tony barked. His voice almost raised high enough that it almost was louder than the classical music cascading throughout the mansion. The blond, who couldn't be more than 29 backs up abruptly. "S-Sorry Mr. Stark."

"You didn't have to do that." You sighed dramatically. "He would have done anything I asked of him." Tony scoffs. "I would too." you wanted to ask him really bad what you two were, but that situation would have to come back again a lot later than sooner. Right now you just wanted everything he had to give.

People often wondered if the two of you were dating in a similar manner as to how you felt. No, you were not exclusively dating. But this primal and public show of possession and dominance over your every move surely proved something to onlookers. That and the fact he had bought you countless amounts of lingerie for just the two of you. The photo of the both of you in your early days of meeting each other always sat in the hidden pocket of his work jackets, and a small Polaroid of his hand hands covering your tits you took in selfie mode. Oh yeah, and the vibrator he engineered perfectly to match everything you liked. From the speeds having three perfect ones. One for teasing, low vibrations that gave you just enough pleasure it was annoying. The second speed, being the one he uses when he fucks you and presses the vibrator against your clit at the same time. Or maybe while he was eating you out. It wasn't slow to where it bugged the shit out of you, and it wasn't too fast to where you could cum from it alone easily. It was just right and Tony made sure of that. And lastly his favorite level for when he's really feeling like being a brat tamer, for putting you in your place. It was just higher than the other one to where it would send you into complete shock and silence. It would make you cum just from it by itself. Which was a whole other level of annoying since it told you that you were no where near done being fucked.

It made you blush like a teenager when he first showed you the gold and pink vibrator. The perfect mixture of who the two of you were. And then the different buzzing modes. You could go all the way from consistent to five seconds apart. You knew if he put you on a mode, you were not walking tomorrow morning.

There had been something so addictive about Tony that kept pulling you back. Even though you agreed that feelings couldn't ever get mixed up in all this. In case he didn't come back from a mission or there was secretly another man in your life that treated you better. It baffled the fuck out of you when Tony thought of you being with another man other than him. You couldn't even think another man was attractive when it came to Tony.

While you were thinking away, lost in your own thoughts Tony was thinking his. And yes, they were not polite in anyway. He thought of how the pearls would look on the floor in a mess in his bedroom. He thought of having you ride his cock, cause you just do it so gracefully. Head thrown back as moans left you unadulterated and completely scandalous. These sick fantasies of his didn't stop, he didn't want them to stop. But he would much rather have the real thing happening right now. Just for him, all for him. Tony wrapped his arms fully around you. His head buried into your neck where he sucked a singular hickey. He could taste the sweat on your skin from all the dancing you had been doing for another man. "What do you say we get out of here gorgeous?" his breath fanned against your neck and the scent of him being so masculine, the whiskey on his tongue and lips formed something beastly inside you. Without another thought or expression of self doubt you were following the man to his bedroom like you did at least twice a week. Sometimes twice in a day, and sometimes twice in two hours.

Your giggles echoed around the elevator as he hoisted you up against the freezing steel wall. His lips brushed against yours. Your legs were splayed out on either side of his hips, practically begging for him to fuck you there. But no, Stark had some more class than that. He wanted his bed. He couldn't believe he was leaving his own party and not coming back. he knew he wasn't coming back the moment he saw you dancing with brad. or chad. or erik. or kyle. or whatever the fuck the blond thing was named. "I just need you so bad." You hissed. His hips ground into your own. The tent in his pants only restraining him more as he let you grind against him. The satisfaction of how much you were willing to comply was getting to his head and boosting his ego. A pretty girl like you, all ready for him. A dream come true.

The elevator dinged and he tore you away from the wall and pulled you into his room. He left curtains opened. He liked fucking with a pretty view in front of him and an even prettier girl under or on top of him. And tonight, and hopefully forever it was you.

Tony dropped you onto his bed. He ravaged your body. Your thighs especially. When he learned you felt slightly insecure about your thighs, he knew he had to show them some special attention. He had you stand up while he was behind you sliding his cock in between them while the both of you stood in front of a mirror. He loved every part of a woman. Especially every part of you. To him you were like a puzzle. Sure, some pieces were missing but that didn't take away from your utter beauty. He felt bad for all those years where you lost the pieces, but thankful that he had you now and he could look for those pieces for you. Put them back together for you. So he gave you good memories for each thing you disliked about yourself.

You didn't like the thickness of your thighs, then he'd have to fuck them in front of a mirror while you watched. And he'd play with your clit and praise you for being so fucking pretty like the sinister man he was. A lot of the world thought of Tony Stark, or better yet Iron Man as a hero. You thought of him as a sex God.

Tonight you could feel was a little different than usual. He wasn't completely pissed off. "I need you." You whined. He hadn't stopped kissing and licking at your neck. "I bet you do." he dismissed. He slid himself down your body until he was once again resting between your thighs. "I need to show this pussy who she belongs to don't I?" he asked. He didn't need your response to know that was exactly what you needed, but you gave it to him anyway. "Yes sir." you moaned. He pushed the hem of your satin dress up until it layed in a pile around your hips. You whined and sighed above him. His arm rested against your hips to hold you steady as he admired the pretty panties he picked out just for you. "Knew you'd look s'good with these on baby." his pet name made you keen in pleasure. "Please Tony." he didn't even know what you were begging for, he'd give you just about anything right now. But then again, there was that damn show you decided to put on for everyone. He sat up and flipped you over easily. He readjusted the dress on your hips. You were confused as to what he was doing. "To-"

"Shut up." he ordered. Your mouth shut on command. At least you were listening to simple tasks. He climbed on top of your legs, holding you down from the knee and down. He could feel the gentle kicks of your legs letting him know you were unsure of whatever it was he was going to do to you. And he didn't seem like it was fuck you. He doesn't like the restriction of clothing, which led you to another, more striking form of foreplay. "tony wait-!" you called out but he brought a hand down against your lower thigh anyway. "Safe word?" he asks. you decided on the color system, red for stop, yellow slow down or wait a second, and green for good. "green, but-"

"then listen when i tell you to shut up." his voice was louder now than the last time, assuming it was because you hadn't listened. You stopped talking and took every hit he gave you. He switched back and forth between your thighs and the plumpest parts of your ass. You had hoped the panties would obstruct some of the blows but it hadn't, and it maybe even made it worse. The lace was irritating your skin and for once in your life you were certainly debating about ever wearing something Tony ever buys you again. Your ass was on fire by the time he decided he was done. It had only been ten smacks on either side, but the lace panties made the hits feel worse but better. Your panties were probably soaked through by now. "You alright?" Tony asked sliding off from your legs. You whimpered out and Tony took on your posture as well as the slick between your thighs that had accumulated due to the spanking. "Perfect, let's just take all these off of you then darling." he assisted you with taking off the dress, keeping on the matching panty set. He wasn't done playing with her yet. once they were both were mostly naked he let her lay on back. Tony was other worldly in pleasuring a woman. It was because of his cocky demeanor. His whole reputation would come crashing down around him if he couldn't please a women good enough for her liking. That, and he just thoroughly enjoyed having his ego boosted while having a women writhing in pleasure because of him. Killing two birds with one stone.

Tony was in the mood for some teasing and so he kissed along the band of the panties. he could smell your arousal through the thin material. when he couldn't handle it anymore, he pressed a kiss right over your clit. his arms resting on your thighs just like before. "God, what is your obsession with being down there?" you asked. "First, listen when I tell you not to talk. Second, this is my pussy and i decide when she gets pleased. Which according to my laws, is all the time." he joked almost too seriously. you let yourself fall back onto the bed and took whatever he was giving you. Letting out moans whenever you couldn't hold them in anymore. His bedroom was sound proof, no one could hear you. You weren't sure if you would have cared if the whole Gala heard you moaning like that for him. Tony hooked his fingers under your panties on either side of your hips and pulled them off ravenously. He did not rip them in anyway though, he was careful. He knew he wanted to see you in the same pair very soon. Very, very, very soon.

He was met with your slickness right in front of him. He died and went to heaven for a moment. He moved closer to your pussy drinking in everything about you. Your hands flew down to his hair where you tugged him impossibly closer. He only gave you one warning before he started devouring you with everything in him. "Don't cum." and then his tongue was running through your folds. "oh!" You moaned. Despite the build up, it was a shock to you every time he layed his tongue on you. He gripped your thighs on either side of his head tightly making sure you weren't escaping his mouth like you tried to do every time. You roll your hips against his tongue, eyes closed in pleasure. Sometimes in moments like these he would completely take your breath away, to the point where you forgot to breathe, forgot how to breathe. It was bad, but so good. His lips attach onto your clit and suck on it slowly. Letting his tongue run over it, over and over again. You cried out again. Back arching against his bed. On arm reached out and pressed down on your lower tummy getting you to relax again as he let go. "Tony..." you panted. He had only started 30 seconds ago and you were feeling ready to combust. You felt the tears pooling behind your closed eyes but you were determined to not cry from the pleasure. Not yet. He brought you to tears quite often from the head he gave. It was another insecurity you had when you first got into trouble together like this. All the guys you had been with before never wanted to put out for you. Your sex life had been down to only three dudes, none of them had ever given you head and one never fucked you. He only wanted head. And the other one. Well, he was a no body. So you had no prior experience to what head was supposed to feel like so going from nothing to mind shattering, world ending head was pretty chaotic. Which explained why you ran from it so much.

"I need you inside me Tony." you breathlessly heaved. You managed to shift onto your forearms as you glanced down at Tony who had ignored your comment and instead continued eating you out like you were his last meal. "Tony, if you don't stop I will cum," she gasped. Tony pretended like he heard nothing and that she was obeying his orders on being quiet and inserted a finger inside her. He loved the feeling of how easy it was to slide right in. Same days, she needed more prep but tonight this was a much expected and worked up event. Her hips shuddered underneath him when he curled them relentlessly inside her. Constantly hitting a spot that made her eyes roll back (much to tony's self pleasure). He silently agreed though, he could feel her slight contractions around his singular digit and knew she was going to come. so the only thing Tony could think of, was making it harder for her. "Looking so beautiful. Taste so good for me too gorgeous." he praised. Y/n whined and shook her head. he was playing a dangerous game, and she couldn't stave off his win for long if he kept going.

"Could spend days in between these legs of yours. Tasting my girl." the way he kept calling you his was igniting flames inside you hotter than any fire on earth. you would have given him another warning but instead, you prepared for the worst. denial. Your hips whined in beat to his fingers’ thrusts as he continued lapping at your clit going back and forth between kitten licks and long thoughtful swipes. Your thighs clenched around his head hoping he'll let you off easily. Instead he used his strength and spread you back out for him. His fingers retracted and he pressed your legs up so your knees were almost touching your chest. he was fucking ruing you with only his tongue now. If you think Tony Stark was a genius, billionaire, playboy, extraordinaire... You'd be correct.

After a few extra seconds of running his tongue up and down your slit to his hearts content he looked up at you. Your head thrown back forehead glistening with sweat and your bangs sticking to your cheeks and forehead. He reaches up and slid the fingers that had been knuckle deep in you was then shoved into your throat. You tasted the salty taste of yourself. It wasn't your favorite. You preferred the way he tasted instead. The both of you would rather give than receive which created problems for the both of you. and 69 was just too boring and basic and one of you always got carried away distracting the other and the pleasure then became only one way. after Tony whole heartedly believed you had sucked all your juices off like the good girl you were, he made sure you knew. "good girl, princess." he purred. He kneeled from his position between your legs, hands both finally being removed from you. You felt empty and extremely wet from all the fluids that had been licked clean from you which produced more and more the better he had you feeling. Tony helped you take your bra off, perfect tits falling out just for him. he remembered the kid from earlier tonight and he was angry again. he made sure to give each plump breast an equal amount of attention before he removed his own underwear. He had licked and sucked fresh hickey's all the way from your neck to your thighs. dark purple marks bruising and glistening with his spit and your mixed in arousal as the lights dimmed to a more sensual aura. Tony pressed his lips against yours again. Both needing the reassurance the other was actually there, live and in the flesh.

Nothing scared you more than Tony's second job, of course he had many. But the Iron Man, that one was terrifying you the most. Sometimes he'd leave for weeks and he wasn't able to contact you in anyway incase the enemy caught wind of him or the texts. Especially when he was in enemy territory. But he was back with you now and you missed him like a mad woman. "Ready for me?" he asked. his voice hoarse despite drinking you all up a moment ago. "yes, please tony." you gripped onto his shoulders, nails digging in deep while he aligned himself to you needy cunt. no condom. yeah, it was a bad idea. but there was this mutual agreement that went almost unnoticed. You were on birth control, and he often bought morning after pills just in case you didn't feel right about it. But there was this weird feeling the both of you had. Like no matter what happened, you knew the perfect person to raise a child with was the other person. Was it totally psychotic and crazy. Yeah. did it make you fall for each other even more every time feeling each other naturally with no barrier. Fuck yes. Tony's hand fell beside your head gripping the sheets roughly until his knuckles turned white. His other hand was resting on you hip. He slid his hand down to your lower thigh and pulled the leg over his hip to get a better angle. the other leg on the other side followed pursuit shortly after. "fuck me good tony," you sighed as he slid into you completely for the first time in weeks. The both of you let out deep groans at finally feeling each other again. The initial stretch was always the worst, especially after being away from each other for so long. It felt foreign and brand new all over again. Why did work have to take him away so much and why didn't he want to bring you along? Okay sure you could die.. But Milan, Italy was just right there calling your name for fashion week and you missed it! Damn it Tony.

"Fuck Tony!" You whined. he rutted his hips into you making sure you felt every inch of him nice and deep, every vein. He wanted to feel every part of you that's for sure. Your nails scratch down his back as you both get lost in the feeling of each other. Both grunting out praises toward one another. Tony Stark was a nasty, dirty, mother fucker. He pressed kisses all along your cheeks and face and chest just showing his love and care for you. He made you feel so sweet and special. His hand on your hip dropped down to your stomach where he pressed his thumb against your clit, rubbing it in gentle circles, a huge contradiction to the way he pounded into you. He did this all while saying the sluttiest words he could think of. "Letting me fuck this pussy so good, keep coming back. Can't bring myself to even look at another woman." you didn't know what that meant but he was probably just pussy whipped right? “Fuuuuck… Don’t ever want this to end. Might not let you come so I can keeping fucking you… huh? Don’t shake your head, I’d bet you love it if I used you all night long…” You couldn't let yourself dive down deep into what his words possibly meant when you were seconds away from cumming around him. "G-gonna cum for you. Please can I come Tony?" You whined, eyes squeezed shut as the tears of pleasure rolled down your sweaty face. "Course baby, I’m not that mean… tonight." your back arches up to touch his. His head buries in your neck. "gonna fill you baby, give you everything you worked so hard for tonight." his breath caught in his throat at the feeling of you cumming. Your moans get even more sporadic and higher in pitch. "That's right baby. My good girl. Such a pretty baby." it didn't take long after that for Tony to finish after you, promising to give you everything he said he would.

He stayed still for a moment letting himself relish in the feeling of being inside you for a little bit longer before pulling out. He begins to get up but you grab his wrist. "Gonna start a bath for you." he kisses your temple sweetly. "I don't want a bath. I just wanna be messy." you joked clumsily, tripping over your words as you tried to express yourself. "I know. Maybe some other time okay." he leaves the bedroom and to the connected bathroom he disappears into. You could hear the sound of the rush of running water as he starts the bath. Bath time meant you weren't supposed to spend the night. He would get you to calm down and relax. take some time to yourself and then he'd give you a new outfit to wear home and then you'd be gone and back again some time within the next few days. You wished the dynamic worked a little bit differently. Like maybe seeing each other everyday. You didn't need the sex, yes it was the perfect addition but it was just that. An addition. You two were good friends and there had been a spark there since you had met. But that's all it ever was. A spark, a good friendship, and eventually heartbreaking friends-with-benefits. Except the benefits only made it ten times harder to be away from Tony. You only hoped he felt the same way.

Of course he did though. bath time meant he got to just sit and admire you and you tried falling asleep only for him to wake you up. He got to shower you in kisses and fancy bubble soap and then dress you up all nice and pretty for hundreds of people to compliment you on an outfit he bought for you. He just wished it was more. So, so, so much more. Like a relationship. But you never gave him any signs that that's what you wanted from him. So he didn't push. He would one day but that day wasn't today and he was okay with that. There would be a day where the conversation arose between the two of you and the situation could no longer be ignored. Either that or a baby. And he was pretty sure you were on birth control. Right?

Right?

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So like this has nothing to do with my master list, or any of the characters I write for but here’s an introduction. I think my formula of writing smut is tasteful, blunt, yet has a lot of minor mentions and dances around things. Remember: I wrote this in 2023 when I was 17… so if you don’t like it that’s why.

[official-happyhogan]

Sometimes it hits me why I don’t have kids. Cause Tony is like a kid I have to take care of.

[polarysvelaryon]

You know what the MCU is missing? Starkphones. Give me a ridiculous phone that only Tony Stark would make and make all the characters use that shit, like Nickelodeon had with the 🍐 phones.

[peteypiessuperfamily]

Big big fan of SI employees being intimidated by Tony at first because wtf iron man is my boss but then a couple months into the job they see Tony in the same room as Steve and realize he's just a science nerd with a big dorky crush on Captain America there's nothing to fear he's just like us fr

[schrodingersachillesheel]

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[multiverse-peterbparker]

Mission Report

February 14, 2025

12:40 pm

New York City; Times Square

This is an open roleplay! Please feel free to join in and tag whoever you want! I need more friends :,)

It was a calm day. Valentine’s Day was supposed to be just that. A calm day, a happy day. Reds and pinks, whites and pastels. Pretty flowers, women in dresses, girls with their gal pals. So what was it? Something in the air was just… off. Way off.

Maybe it was the kid in a worn out MIT hoodie, face hidden from view, tactical gear hidden under his clothes. Peter Parker (@multiverse-peterbparker) was the kid.

Maybe it was the sniper sitting on the roof— a girl waiting to strike (@imjustagirlyourhonor). Her hair flowing down her shoulders, the usual emotion in her eyes gone.

Perhaps it was a child (@official-cjbarnes) who was alone in a crowd. Not with a father, not with a mother. Just a child with a metal arm peaking out from under his hood— the child who had a gun peaking out from his pocket.

Or maybe it was the oddity (project-Gaia-Hydra) standing out, baring an animal mask on their face. Standing silent, dead silent, watching passerby’s.

It could’ve been the fact that a shield agent (@agent-of-shield-s) and the security of stark industries (@official-happyhogan) were standing with Eddie Brock (@officialeddiebrock). They were in the shadows, watching the streets— particularly the people mentioned above.

There was a chance it was the man with six arms (@the-hydra-hybrid) standing with a former hydra handler (@doctor-mindweaver) as they waited for the orders to strike and incapacitate those under control.

Maybe it was the two assets (@project-subzero and @captainzenith) standing quietly. One with a shield that belonged to Captain America- the other just standing beside them. Or the one standing just a few feet away (@om3ga-9) and waiting to provide assistance if needed.

It was, of course, most definitely the two handlers hiding from view though. (@doctoradamyan and @nikolaos-th0rn3)

That’s when the chaos broke out. Screaming sounded, gunshots broke out.

Peter was now attacking people, using his webs for… well, bad. Symphony was hitting people from above with her rifle. Callum was attacking people with his father’s gun, not exactly using it but hitting them over the head with it. Meanwhile project GAIA was locked in a battle with Yuki and Captain Zenith had taken off towards the two HYDRA handlers.

Happy was ducked behind a car, trying to get an eye on the sniper while Eddie— venom— was scaling buildings and attacking various other HYDRA operatives. Oliver Winslow was trying to hack into any systems he could to turn them into the good side. Viren and Viktor were scrambling to find the handlers as well, but they were also trying to keep CJ safe while trying to incapacitate him.

Thanatos had just disappeared altogether. He was in the shadows.

// Here’s a few situations to join in on! Enjoy!

@twoarrsandonesea @thatone-spidey @cypherlune @thatone-midgardian @god-of-mischief-mcu @th3blackcatt @we-love-redwing @anonymous-existences

[incorrect-marvel-because-why-not]

Pepper, new employee: Are you okay?

Tony, a Stark: No, but I’m pretty.

[ironspidersblog]

We don’t talk about how smart Ned is enough. My boy hacked into a tony stark made suit in one evening, casually, with nearly no equipment, in a random hotel room while some people without a doubt have had a entire room of setup and still couldn’t get in. In conclusion Ned is smart as hell and we need to talk about it more

[schrijverr]

Avengers Assemble Tony breaks down when he comes home and sees they’ve wrecked the Tower again, because he puts so much time and effort into their living space and fixing it up every time they wreck it again. Like, I know it’s a gag, but this man has a job and is responsible for their house and they just keep breaking it and I can just picture him arriving after a long day of meetings (maybe he got yelled at for missing a deadline that he missed because he was off fighting a threat, but it never made it to earth, so the board doesn’t believe him due to his rep) and he just takes a look at the state of their living room and breaks down crying.

[crazed-reader-writer]

I am genuinely obsessed with BAMF Peter Parker

A fic where he nonchalantly fixes some well known scientists equations... Stunning

Peter getting to meet some of the world's most influential and powerful people, but he is calm and earns demands respect... Omg I'm on the floor

Peter at midtown when there's a crisis and he takes charge like he was born to lead... Speechless

Peter when his classmates try to belittle him as an intern at stark tower. But this is his home turf. Nobody messes with the heir to Stark Industries in his own building... Give Me More!

Peter shows up to school in designer clothes or dressed for an official SI event and people are stunned...

And an honorable mention to Peter's peers finding out that he is sensationally strong and built like it too.

[official-happyhogan]

Someone wanna tell me why the hell venom was in the compound?