#they want him ro be tony stark so bad

[arkhammaid]

Ok but now that I’m thinking about the rest of the grid and what chaos the trio would cause, it’s got me thinking:

Lewis - we know he’s one of Charles grid parents. And we saw from the grids reaction texts that he knows Tony, which means he’s probably an unofficial Uncle to little stark, just like the other avengers are. Add that to the fact that her mom was a successful Moto GP champion, he definitely knew her from there as well. And now these two have dragged poor Oscar with them to annoy Lewis at every chance possible. Yes, they can walk into Mercedes/Ferrari asking for Roscoe and they will be let in to steal Ros. Lewis just let’s it happen at this point, he know that Roscoe will be babysitting them more than they will themselves 🤦‍♀️.

Lando: as Oscar’s teammate and part of the twitch quartet with Charles, these two drag him along in their trio shenanigans but not really since he’s too curious and has FOMO too much to not willingly go in the first place. Also gets involved in shenanigans, to Lewis’s dismay, when he was hoping he would end up being a voice of reason (though really, what did he expect). Also ends up fangirling over little stark, and both her parents, but gets over it after the first three interactions and treats her like another friend. But will definitely tease her any chance she gets when fans get nervous to meet her, only to reminded he was the same.

Logan: as Oscar’s best friend and the only other American on the grid, he gets dragged into shenanigans UNWILLINGLY (you can’t tell me he’s not an introvert) and will attempt to parent Oscar and little stark. Also fangirls over tony and Peter when he inevitably gets introduced since, again, he’s the only American on the grid and they’re curious, godsdamnit. Meets Charles after establishing a very good friendship with Little Stark, and kinda fangirls over him a bit, but eventually they get comfortable with each other. But Logan learns very quickly that he can sometimes (SOMETIMES) be successful in deterring shenanigans (again parenting) when it’s just Oscar and little stark, but throwing Charles (or even lando) into the mix? Yeah he’s got no chance.

That concludes my rambles for the time being… whoopsies that’s long

-🦒

omg smooches to you 🦒 anon, i love your ramblings!!

lewis. lewis my man is so DONE with them!! wdym he has to babysit not only little stark but also charles and oscar?? that was not in his contract as unofficial f1 uncle for little stark when he met tony 🧍‍♀️(he would love to sue but he knows he would lose because of pepper, so he just endures)

I JUST KNOW that the gossip pages and rumor accounts on f1twt are trying to stir shit for the chaotic trio entering garages that are not their own (ferrari, mclaren, mercedes and stark racing) but everyone knows to keep everything out of sight and just give them roscoe or any snack they wanna steal. no spionage here, no matter what horner tries to say (he just feels left out, you can catch him longingly staring at seb over the paddock...)

lando gets dragged along and definitely feels a bit left out, because the trio is so close?? and it makes no sense?? because charles is older and since when is oscar so outgoing?? (it's the adopted vettel genes... too bad he doesn't have them) but he loves going on 'track adventures' with the trio, always the best fun 🤭 he also definitively lets loose with them, there are so many clips of lando acting like the biggest idiot on earth (even bigger than he already is). lewis would just like to retire at this point, ever since lando got stuck in a meeting room with little stark and decided to redecorate it (the added doodles on the walls with their sharpies... the mature man he is *cough cough* he did like ten dick drawings)

as for logan, he can NOT believe he's the voice of reason here. of course he knows little stark can behave but she just doesn't want to (pepper has grey hairs because of her) so he's definitely the mom of this friend group. he can also not believe that he had to stop lando from trying to shave charles' hair off, all because oscar fell asleep... and little stark was no help here. pepper tells him, if he ever retires from f1, that she will hire him to become a PA. logan doesn't know if he should feel honored or insulted....

so we have the core of the group, the chaotic trio (oscar, charles, little stark), the add-ons logan and lando, the tired parents lewis and seb... what could ever go wrong?

this is oscar and little stark (charles taking the picture of them) after they left red bull in shambles. how? no one will ever know...

[determinedwriter]

Whumptober 2023: Day 30: Borrowed Clothing/Bridal Carry

Whumptober 2023: Day 30: Borrowed Clothing

(Continuation of yesterday’s part 2/2)

Tony

“I’m on my way. If anything changes, you call me. Understand?” I urge Peter over the phone.

“Yeah, of course.” He replies.

“If things take a turn and I’m not there, you swing out of there in all your spider glory and take her to the hospital, alright?” I continue. “I’m not losing her. Not tonight. Not ever.”

“You’ve got it, sir.” He says. “Don’t worry. I’ll keep her safe. I promise.”

I pause before hanging up, not wanting leave things like this. “Kid?”

“Yeah?” He replies. “I'm still here.”

I gulp. “Don’t leave her side. P-Please.”

“I won’t, Mr. Stark. Not for a second.” Peter reassures me.

“Good.” I mumble. “If she wakes up, tell her I’m coming.”

“I will.” He says.

I finally hang up after that, speeding to the Parker residence in my suit as soon as possible. Peter called me on his phone before calling me on Ro’s, likely knowing I’d pick up the second time.

I would’ve answered his call if I had known it was serious. I’m kicking myself for wasting any time at all. Ro needs me.

Someone tried to seriously harm her tonight and I wasn’t there. I have to be there for her now. It’s important that I’m by her side.

Which is why I’ve practically begged Peter not to leave her. If I can’t be there immediately, someone has to. Someone. If not me, then Peter’s not a bad candidate. He cares a lot about her. Maybe even loves her.

I’ve always seen that in him. The way he looks at her. It’s pretty obvious he likes her. At least to me it is. I’d like to think I’ve got a keen eye for these things.

I arrive at the apartment in no time at all, rushing to the elevator and hurrying to his floor. I pound on the door, not caring about how late it is or how loud I am. Ro is the only thing on my mind.

May opens the door. “She’s in Peter’s room. Nothing’s changed since you called.”

I push past her with a small, muttered greeting and open Peter’s door without knocking. He’s sitting on the end of the bed, watching Ro as she lies there with his blanket over her.

“Mr. Stark.” Peter says. “I’m glad you’re here…”

I move towards Ro, a terrible fear enveloping me. She looks so fragile that I’m afraid to move too fast or breathe too hard, as if it’ll break her.

She’s not wearing her own clothes, an oversized shirt and sweatpants covering her. “You changed her clothes?”

“May did.” He replies. “Her old ones were…torn.”

“Torn?” I question.

He gulps. “Yeah. Those guys, they…they were so��eager to hurt her.”

My heart shatters. “Oh.”

“Ro…” I mumble. “Ro, it’s Dad. I’m here now.

I’m sorry if I took too long. I came as quickly as I could, baby. I promise.”

She doesn’t move, which scares me. “I’m bringing her to the compound. The medbay can help her.”

Peter nods. “Okay.”

I hoist her in my arms and fly right to the facility, calling in Dr. Cho to take a look at her. She’d better be alright. I can hardly hear her breathing. That alone is enough to cause me to panic.

When I get there, Dr. Cho and Dr. Banner are already waiting to help. Thank God. “She was drugged.” I explain. “Attempted rape. Spider kid was with her and he doesn’t know what the hell happened. All I know is he didn’t have anything to do with it. He beat the asses of the ones that did though.”

“As he should.” Dr. Cho comments.

Bruce takes Ro from my arms and places her on an exam bed, taking her vitals when suddenly her eyes open.

She looks very out of it, opening her mouth to say something when she starts to vomit, too weak to turn herself over to not choke.

The two doctors immediately turn her on her side and I grab her hand. “You’re alright. You’re okay. I don’t know how much you can hear me right now, but you’re safe now. It’s Dad. You’re safe and everything’s alright.”

Ro is soon passed out again, Bruce taking a blood sample to test for drugs. She’s definitely not sober, but I wouldn’t be able to say what she’s been given.

I’ve done a lot of partying in my day, but I don’t particularly recognize any of Ro’s symptoms.love you, kid. Keep breathing. That’s all you’ve gotta do. I’m not leaving you.”

He places an oxygen mask over her face. “There you go, kid. In and out.”

After enough time and close monitoring, Ro wakes up disoriented and afraid, gasping softly. “H-Hmm…?”

“You’re safe, you’re alright.” I reassure her quickly. “It’s me.”

Tears cascade down her cheeks in an instant and she starts to whimper. “D-D-Dad?”

“Yeah, it’s me.” I reply. “I’m here and you’re okay. I’ve got you.”

She squeezes my hand. “L-Love you.”

“Love you tons.” I tell her.

It’s a long road, but I’m going to be here for her.

I’ll never leave her.

[ronearoundblindly]

Ro's Bi-Weekly Edit

January 15th - January 28th, 2023

In case you missed any of the posted fics/ficlets this week, here's a quick list with snippets of each!

Five series, mini-series, and one-shot additions for your reading pleasure.

The Root of All Ransom, Part Two, Rated Mature Ransom Drysdale x rich!Reader

The one thing Ransom is not around you is bored. There are people who try so damn hard, thinking whatever makes them likable is good, but none of it is real. At best, they turn out warped, misunderstood because no one knows fuck-all about them. Everything’s been curated. Everything’s been forced. That behavior has always been brutally obvious to him. He grew up surrounded by people faking everything about themselves, disingenuous people. Harlan is the only person who did not put on a front for him. They’re the same that way, but his grandfather allows people to play their little games in front of him, using the intrigue in his novels; Ransom simply tells people to fuck off and does whatever he wants. What occurs to Ran now is you don’t do anything for him. You don’t tailor your behavior to appeal to him in any way, and in fact, you seem to deliberately refuse to be appealing. You’re so obviously uninterested in most of the things Ransom spends his days (and nights) on that he wonders. He rethinks every encounter trying to pinpoint where something changed for you because why else would you pay him any mind whatsoever. He’s searching for warning signs that you’ve taken this the wrong way. He can’t let you expect something from him. Expectations are predictable. Predictable is boring. You are not boring.

Formation, Rated Mature/Dark Challenge Entry, Lloyd Hansen x Reader

He always desires that. It happens at different stages during the night but it always happens. Tonight is one of the rare times he starts slow. The day must have been bad. How can the day be worse when every day Lloyd lives is bad? You'll never ask though. You would never demand anything of him, not even to come. You've learned. You know better. You've been trained.

Wedding, from Book One of The Stark Legacy series Tony Stark's Daughter coming of age adventure

“Champagne?” Sam looked at him quizzically, adjusting her shawl across her shoulders and arms. “You’re old enough right?” “In several countries,” she said, “not this one.” “I won’t tell,” Tony mumbled, swiveling to grab one of the pre-poured flutes from down the bar and handed it over. His eyes flicked toward the tables. “You and that boy seem cozy.” His daughter blushed, rousing mixed feelings in Tony. Love and affection: he could remember the beginning but also the end, and now he resisted watching Sam go through the same. She didn’t take his bait. “How are Big Sam and Parker?” Tony hardly let the pour end before ripping the glass up to his lips. He tapped again. “They’ll be fine. We’ll all be fine.”

The Root of All Random, Part Three, Rated Mature Ransom Drysdale x rich!Reader

For a split second, he contemplates setting the bag on fire and returning its charred remains to you or Linda or both, but instead, he stares at the beautiful thing with narrowed eyes again. He’s such a whore for nice things; he can’t damage it. In his mind, Ransom thinks about how he’ll eventually get bored with it. The bag won’t always look shiny and new. It won’t always be top quality when newer versions come out. He’ll throw it away like all the other stuff. It’s replaceable. It’s not special. It could be one of a kind, and he should not care because it’s just a bag. He doesn’t give a shit about it. He doesn’t give a shit about anything. Then he thinks about his car. It is not new. He is not bored. He sees all the new models and fucking hates them. None are his. It’s special to him, and he knows it’s just a car. His car has never made him look bad. His car has never made him feel exposed. No one has ever looked at his car and thought “what’s a car like you doing with a guy like him” or some stupid shit because it’s just a fucking car.

Waking, from Book Two of The Stark Legacy series Tony Stark's Daughter coming of age adventure

Sam noticed a bit of formula that intrigued her. He was still trying to harness the energy of the infinity stones in a controlled environment, pairing them to be precise. The problem seemed to be what carrier mechanism to use. Bruce saw how Sam studied the screen and started to tilt the monitor away from her. “That’s not…You shouldn’t have anything to do with that—” “Ya know, if you could,” Sam interjected, looking away, fumbling with junk on the counter,, “use the mind and soul stones to recreate Vision. Aunt Wanda would love that. But he would only be a close approximation, assuming you have as much footage of his mannerisms and speech pattern. Oh, but that would be Jarvis.” Sam slipped Missy into the pile while she replaced each piece sloppily. “There is still the possibility you would generate an alternate personality, like a psychopathic robot killer, oh wait…Tony did that. Wanda may kill literally everyone if you dangled him in front of her enough.” She had to walk a fine line between irritating Bruce, but not angering him, and giving him more to think about on top of all of his current work. “Sam, how do you know anything about,” he waved his arm into the paused screen, “this?” She was no actress, but she had the brainpower to over-analyze most of her performance and correct herself. “That's why I'm here, Bruce, because I'm drowning in a bunch of information I already know, and I want, I need something new!” She removed her cap and rubbed the exposed stubble of hair in frustration, and demanded, “so for the love of all innovation, can you throw me a bone?” Sam saw a tiny light come on at the base of her tablet. Blindspot had started. Missy was in action. However, she hadn’t intentionally distracted the doctor with her itchy head.

A/N: Been a crazy couple of weeks. Fewer posts than normal but they are some chonks. Yes, 'The Root of All Ransom' is now 5 parts, up from the originally planned 3, but...no one is surprised.

See you in February!

[itstonyowo]

like uhmmm ok i guess winx club the remake took notes with the saturated darkness nd shit.....i am so sick and tired of properties who make everything dark for nothing.and this is why all of the lego batman movies and games are miles better than these movies and

ive gotta wonder why they made supes so stoic in the dceu.....for what?

[madasthesea]

Trope: Peter defending Tony

Peter peeks his head over the edge of the roof, looking down at the mass of people below him. He’s there for security reasons—not that anyone had asked him to be there, but having this many important people in one place usually meant someone with a grudge was going to be there too. He’s had a bad feeling all morning.

There are three different news stations out front, a couple dozen reporters, and, behind the taped-off barricade, even more teeming public with their phone cameras aimed at the doors of the United Nations headquarters.

“We’re here live in front of the UN Headquarters,” Peter can hear one news reporter saying over the dull roar of the crowd, the microphone held close to her mouth to be heard. “Representatives of nearly one hundred nations are inside along with billionaire Tony Stark, the leader of the Avengers, to ratify the altered Sokovia Accords. Secretary Ro—”

He loses track of her voice as the murmur of the crowd grows into a melee of shouting for attention. The doors open, a couple security guards walk out, followed by Tony Stark, dressed in a three-piece suit and already shoving sunglasses onto his face. Peter snorts as he watches Happy glare at anyone that shouts at Tony too loudly or seems too eager with their camera flash.

Tony seems relaxed enough, even though he keeps his head ducked and doesn’t answer any questions. Peter is familiar enough with the man by now to notice that a lot of the tension that’s been building in his shoulders for the last several weeks is gone now. The Accords must have passed then. Peter smiled behind his mask. He knew they would.

His smile falls as a prickle races up his spine, making the hair on the back of his neck stand on end.

Peter jumps to his feet, trying to see anyone suspicious, anyone with a hand in their jacket. He can’t see, there are too many people and too much noise and all he knows is that Tony’s in danger.

He jumps from the roof, swinging a web out to get to Tony. He lands in a roll then springs up, ignoring Tony’s confused, “Spidey?” behind him as he sticks his hand out on instinct and catches the rock that is about to make contact with Tony’s head.

The crowd falls silent except for the rapid fire clicking of camera shutters.

Tony looks at Peter, looks at the rock in his hand, and says, “Huh.” He sounds almost amused, but Peter isn’t.

Peter bounces the rock between both hands. It’s big, about the size of a baseball, and smooth. Probably from the manicured gardens that line the UN plaza.

It almost hit Tony in the temple. At the right angle, at the right speed...

“Are you alright, Mr. Stark?” he asks quietly. The reporters lean in closer.

“Fine, Spidey,” Tony says, shrugging, as if people throwing rocks at him isn’t that unusual. “Thanks for the save. You know you could have come to the actual signing, right? You did get my invitation, I assume?”

A murmur ripples through the crowd.

“I’d look ridiculous wearing a suit over my suit,” Peter forces out, attempting to play the part of bantering, light-hearted Spider-Man while his head still spins because he can’t believe that someone would... At Tony? When he’s unprotected, when he’s not even looking?

“Get him in the car, Happy,” Peter finally says, peering up at the crowd, scanning the faces, listening to the mass of heartbeats.

“Kid,” Tony says, but Happy takes his elbow and marches him forward. Peter waits until he hears the car door close, then he turns to the commotion happening as a man tries to push desperately through the crowd, a man with a pale face and sweaty forehead, with a too fast heartbeat and with people looking at him in shocked surprise.

Peter slings a web, leaps, and lands in front of him just as he reaches open sidewalk.

He stops short, his eyes wide, glancing around him to try to find an escape.

“This yours?” Peter asks casually, tossing the rock between his hands. The man shakes his head. People shift closer, holding phones out as far as their arms will reach to catch the conversation.

“If you had planned this, you would have brought a gun,” Peter says, tilting his head. “Heat of the moment? Saw an opportunity?”

The man swallows. He’s taller than Peter but that doesn’t matter. Peter could take him with both hands tied behind his back and they both know it. He doesn’t try to run again.

“He deserved it,” the man snaps, but his voice shakes. “He’s a coward. He claims to be a superhero but when has he actually helped anyone?”

“Are you from New York?” Peter asks, incredulous.

The man blinks in surprise. “Yeah.”

“Ok, so when Tony Stark spent hours fighting aliens in the streets, that wasn’t helping?” Peter says, raising his voice so the cameras and reporters that have inched toward them can hear. “When he personally paid for buildings to be repaired and streets to be cleared, that wasn’t helping? When he flew a nuclear bomb into a wormhole—thinking he was going to die—to save Manhattan, that wasn’t helping?”  

The man opens his mouth, but Peter plows forward, taking a step closer. “You would be dead if it weren’t for him. Your family would be dead. And this is how you repay him?” Peter asks, gesturing with the rock he still has clenched in his hand. “Throwing a rock at his head when he isn’t even looking? You could have killed him. And who is the world going to turn to the next time something like the Battle of Manhattan happens, or the Mandarin, or Sokovia? You?”

The man blanches, looking terrified at the very thought.

“That’s what I thought,” Peter hisses. He hasn’t been this angry in a long time. His heart is pounding in his ears and he thinks if he wasn’t being filmed right now, he might actually punch the guy in the face. “I’ve been in battles with Tony. I’ve fought with him. I’ve seen him get out of that suit covered in blood and bruises from getting thrown around and still look after every one of his teammates before himself.”

Peter looks at the faces of the rest of the people, listening intently. Peter doesn’t do speeches, ever, but Spider-Man is different. Spider-Man is listened to, and for Tony’s sake, he has something to say right now.

“I love New York, every part of it. Even the dirty streets and outrageous prices.” A chuckle ripples through the crowd. “But I want nothing to do with a New York that isn’t grateful to Tony Stark. He’s saved the whole world, sure, but he’s saved us more times than most of you probably know. He just saved it again with the Accords and I personally saw how hard he worked, how much he cared. So the next time some coward with a rock or a bad headline comes around thinking they’re going to hurt Iron Man, I’ll be ready to protect him. And I hope the rest of you will too.”

Peter looks at the man in front of him again, who shrinks back just a little as Peter raises the rock in his hand. Then he turns, reels his hand back, and chucks it as hard as he can against the concrete side of the building, where it shatters into powder.

The man turns so white Peter honestly thinks he might faint, but he doesn’t find out because Happy pulls up next to him at that moment.

“Get in, Spider-Man,” he says and Peter quickly complies as the reporters begin shouting questions again, at him this time.  

He slides into the back so quickly he bumps into Tony, tries to pull away, then bumps into him again as Happy peels away from the curb.

“Sorry,” Peter says, but Tony just laughs, puts a hand on his shoulder to still him as he tries to scramble away and put on his seatbelt at the same time.

“It’s fine, kid. Actually, I think I should probably be thanking you for that little speech there, kiddo,” Tony says, ducking his head and taking his sunglasses off.

“No, you don’t—”

“Pete, there’s a lot of reasons someone might hate me. I was not a good person for a long time before you met me and—”

“I don’t care, Mr. Stark,” Peter interrupts, pulling his mask off and scowling at Tony. “You’ve more than made up for it. You’ve... you’ve saved all of us a dozen times over!” His voice drops. “You’ve saved me.”

Tony gives a half smile. “Peter—”

“No, Mr. Stark. You deserve better than—than being called a coward and selfish. You deserve so much better,” Peter murmurs.

Tony’s smile softens as he looks at Peter.

“I’ve got better, kid. I’ve got you.”

I’m no Tony Stark, but thank you all for being my Spider-Man ❤

[saxophone-playa]

A Bad Day

@thatonetranny

OK, I know this took a long time. sorry. I could explain why, but I don’t really want to.

Characters: Tony Stark, Peter Parker, Ned Leeds, Flash Thompson

Fandom: Marvel

Word Count: 1760

Summary: Peter has a meltdown after Flash becomes the tipping point for him on a Bad Day. Ned helps, and irondad comes to the rescue.

TW: Meltdown, literally one cuss word

Peter enjoyed being alone. Sure, he liked hanging out with Tony in the lab, watching a movie with May, or playing video games with Ned. But being alone gave him space, space that the world didn’t want to offer, especially on Bad Days. Days when sounds were too loud, lights were too bright and anytime he tried to talk to someone they would brush him off or just annoy him. After days like that, being alone in his room with no one but his phone for company sounds like the greatest thing in the world.

So, when Peter woke that morning with the sun shining too bright and his pajamas feeling as though they could strangle him, he knew today was going to be a Bad Day. Brushing his teeth was a pain and he could barely swallow half an apple (he was going to be starving later, stupid metabolism). He immediately put his headphones in right outside his apartment door and started his walk to the bus.

The bus was surprisingly not too bad, yeah the jerky movements could be annoying, but to Peter they were familiar. A nice calm before the storm he knew. He kept his headphones on as long as he could, but the bell rang and the class had started. Off went the headphones and in came sensory input. He tried his best to focus and take notes while the teacher droned on about something he probably already learned with Mr. Stark. He’ll have to ask Ned for the notes later.

He was dealing with his Bad Day pretty well so far, he’s had all of his classes, except for his last one, with almost zero trouble. Ned even gave him his leftover lunch to help with his lack of breakfast. Things were going well, that is until Flash decided to be extra Flash today. Peter was grabbing the books he needed for his last class, gingerly picking up and putting down each one to make sure not to accidentally tear them up. When Flash came in and slammed his locker door and all his books fell to the ground.

“What’s wrong penis? Are you still being weird? I thought you got rid of that.” He said with a smirk, thinking he did something cool.

Peter could feel his blood boiling and itching. He just had one more class. One more. And then he could be on his way to his ro- Mr. Stark. He had to go to the tower today and work in the lab with Mr. Stark. That kind of just ruined peter. Yeah, he loved going to the lab and helping Mr. Stark, he would do that any day. But today? On a Bad Day? Why?

“Hello, Penis!” Flash started snapping his fingers in front of his face, and that was pretty much the straw that broke the camel's back.

Peter clamped his hands over his ears and screwed his eyes shut and sat down in the corner of the wall and his locker. Luckily Ned had forgotten to give him his notes and wouldn’t have seen him for the rest of the day and asked his teacher if he could give them to him quickly before class started. He honestly wasn’t expecting to see peter in a corner in a ball with flash standing there looking shocked and almost worried for the teenager.

“Shit, Peter? Are you okay?” Ned tried to keep his voice low and quiet to keep from distressing Peter more.

Peter just shook his head.

“Okay, I know what to do. You told me like a year ago.” Ned started to recall the list Peter gave him after a similar thing happened last year at their first Acadec meet.

“First, look for the cause, get rid of the cause.” He looks at Flash and glares like his mom does when he interrupts her during a phone call. It’s enough to make Flash runoff, deciding that he didn’t want to be a part of the situation anymore.

“Second, block sensory input.:” He dug around in his friend's bag to find his headphones and hat to block out the sound and light.

“Three, try, and communicate.” He looks at his friend's face and hopes his teacher won’t be mad for staying out of class for so long.

“Hey Peter, you doing better?” Still keeping his voice quiet he manages to get a nod out of his friend.

“Do you want to go to the nurse?” Knowing the nurse will help him way more than he could.

“No.” came his quiet timid response.

Ned bit his tongue in thought and tried to decide what was best for his friend.

“Do you want to go home? To May?”

His friend once again shook his head and simply said “Work.” in the same timid voice.

Ned didn’t know what to do. He was supposed to take him to the nurse so she could help him, but trying to force him there could lead to an even bigger meltdown. And Mays at work so he definitely doesn’t want him home alone right now.

“Well, what do you want peter?”

Now, Peter is smart, like really smart. All A’s kind of smart, memorized Pi in the fifth grade kind of smart. You get it, Peter is smart. But, in situations like these all that smart he has gone out the metaphorical window and he reverts into what Ned likes to call The Lizard Brain. There is no thought process or best decision for what variables there happen to be at that moment. There is only: DON’T DIE FROM THE SCARY WORLD. So when he gives his answer to Ned's simple questions, he doesn’t think.

“Tony.”

Tony was having a surprisingly good day. He ate breakfast, did his morning workout, talked with pepper on her lunch break, and was even productive in furthering their new stark phone they are planning on releasing soon. Overall, a Good Day. Plus, today was a lab day with Peter, even better. Peter was the highlight of his day, any day. He liked having the kid around, someone to match his level of intelligence. It was easy having him around, he said what he thought most of the time and would appreciate whatever Tony said back. Sure he had his days where communicating was hard, they just learned how to work with each other when that happened.

He was just about to remind Happy to pick up Peter when he got a call from the boy.

“Hey kid, I was just about to get Happy to-”

“OH my god, hi, sorry sir, to interrupt you, but we kinda have a situation.” Tony was a little startled, to say the least when he heard the voice of a different teenage boy than the one he was expecting.

“Who are you? And what situation?” to say Tony was concerned would be an understatement. There goes that Good Day.

“Um, I’m Ned, Peter's friend. And Peter is the situation right now.”

“Hi Ned’s Peter’s friend, you wanna tell me what’s wrong with the kid?” hearing that there was something up with his kid didn’t sit right with Tony.

“Yeah, uh, something happened between him and a classmate of ours” -Did Peter get into a fight? He doesn’t do that. And if he did, it would be the other kid in the ‘situation’, not Peter- “And he started having a meltdown, -Peter, does he know what a meltdown is? He does? Okay.- and I was able to calm him down, but he can’t really go back to class like this. And May’s at work. So we called you.”

By the time Fred- Ned? Ned had finished talking he already had his shoes on and was heading towards the elevator.

“Okay, thanks, Fred. Tell Peter I’ll be there to pick him up in about ten minutes and to go to the front office.” he hung up not even waiting for an answer. Getting in his car and he started down the road to go and get his kid.

When Peter heard Tony say that he was on his way he was able to calm down some, but not all the way. He could still feel the rumbling of the A/C below them and the hat he wore blocked out most of the light from the ceilings, but not the shiny floor of his school. When he stood up to leave the front office he swayed a bit on his feet, but with the help of Ned, he was able to get there without fail.

After a few minutes Peter guessed, Tony showed up with the heavy-duty headphones and sunglasses. Peter gratefully put them on and got up to leave. He waved at Ned hoping he wouldn’t get in trouble because of him and stepped outside.

The ride was quiet on the way to the tower but Peter liked it that way. Mr.Stark didn’t pressure him to talk when he didn't want to. The car had a more soothing rumble compared to the one in the school.

When they arrive at the tower Tony leads Peter to the couch, yes Peter remembers what he said about being alone, especially on Bad Days, but that doesn’t apply right now. He just wants to watch a movie with his father-figure, is that too much to ask for? Tony leaves to get Peter's favorite blanket he has in his room. “No, I’m not a dad, I swear” he whispers to the posters in Peter's room.

He sits down beside the spiderling and covers them both with the blanket. After a while when Peter is calmed down more he takes off the headphone and sunglasses and looks at Tony. He’s not looking at his eye but at his ear, eyebrow, nose, chin, and anywhere else except for the eyes, Tony doesn’t care, he just wants to know what his kids got to say so soon after a meltdown.

“Thank you.” he practically whispers.

“For what Underoos?” he matches his tone, afraid he’ll break something if he doesn’t.

“For helping me. For being there.” his speech is still a little broken up, but Tony doesn’t care.

 “You don’t have to thank me for that bambino. I'll be there no matter what.” Just like Peter does sometimes, he reverted into The Lizard Brain and he dared a kiss to the top of his kid’s curls. He froze some afterward, but after hearing the contented sigh that came out of the kid, he knew it was the right thing to do.

[thompsborn]

It’s easy to be someone else in college.

Peter finds this out during his first week at MIT. No one knows him there—other than Ned, of course, but that’s different. It’s not like high school, where everyone in his grade watched the live new report covering his uncle’s death, where they all saw as the camera swept across the crime scene and, for just a moment, sitting in the back of an ambulance, they could see fourteen year old Peter Parker, shivering under the blanket draped over his shoulders, blood staining his fingers and his clothes and dotting his neck and face from the—the spray, caused by the bullet ripping through. Even if no one approached him about it directly, it was something that weighed him down at Midtown. Everyone saw him at his lowest.

At MIT, all anyone knows is what Peter tells them. They only see Peter Parker—the kid from New York, who has an internship locked into place at Stark Industries the second he graduates and likes to wear sweatshirts that are a bit too big on him. Eighteen and giggly and, as far as they’re concerned, untouched by the traumas of life. Pure, bubbly, and bright.

He isn’t a super social person, per se—as in, he can hold a conversation with some kind of ease, but he’s not that great at making new friends. Which is why it feels odd and exhilarating when he meets Harley, and they just—they click.

It’s like falling into place when they’re together. Peter feels unrestrained and able to make all the stupid little jokes that pop up in his brain and Harley laughs at each and every one. Most of the time, he claims to be laughing at just how bad of a joke it is, but Peter doesn’t mind—he knows his sense of humor is a little odd and as long as it makes someone laugh, that’s alright.

Falling into place—platonically, easily—doesn’t take very long to change into just falling. In like, in what might be love, Peter isn’t sure just yet. All he knows is that he starts saying whatever he can think of just to hear Harley laugh again.

(Ned isn’t helpful in the slightest when this happens. He just laughs, has to drop his head to rest it against his textbook while his shoulders shake and Peter would be annoyed if he didn’t just feel fond of the familiarity.)

The shift is gradual in a way that feels like nature chose to do it, like it was always meant to happen and they were only along for the inevitable ride. Peter soon learns that he quite likes holding hands, and he likes when they curl into each other on the sofa while a movie plays—knees to shins and wrists to elbows and it looks uncomfortable, according to Ned, but it feels like trees twisting their roots together, like they mould into one another—and he especially learns that kissing is a lot of fun. Like, a lot.

But he also learns that Harley is from a small, conservative town in Tennessee. He learns that he has a mother that has to work two jobs just to pay the bills and put the food on the table. He learns about Harley’s little sister and her knack for filmmaking and the way her grin can brighten the room. He learns about Harley’s father leaving and—eventually, learns that he isn’t the only one with connections to Stark Industries, learns that Harley knows Tony, too, and that he had requested Tony not talk about him to anyone, which explains why this is news to Peter. Harley snorts when Peter tells him about his own father/son relationship with Tony and it feels even more like fate, somehow.

Peter learns to love not only Harley, but all the aspects about his life—the chronic depression, the insomnia, the way he chortles at immature jokes and smothers his giggles in the sleeve of his sweatshirts when he knows he shouldn’t laugh at something. Peter learns to love how Harley likes his coffee and how he sometimes starfishes across the bed and always ends up stealing the pillows—which is fine, because Peter is a blanket hog, so it evens out. Every little thing about Harley, Peter learns to love.

But it’s easy to be someone else in college.

Peter realizes this when Harley comes with him to New York for the beginning of summer, and it clicks in his head—Harley doesn’t know him.

Or, he does, but not all of him. He knows Peter’s college self, the one that doesn’t show his trauma and isn’t stared at in the halls because everyone else knows them, too. He knows the Peter that lives in a dorm and goes back home every other weekend to visit family. He knows only the good parts—the stuff that Peter puts on display and doesn’t try to hide.

And Peter never meant to keep it a secret, no, but it never seemed to come up. Peter tried so hard to only think about the relevant stuff during the school year—didn’t allow himselt to dwell on the bad things, didn’t even allow himself to think about Spider-Man and how he had to go from daily patrols to only on the weekends he was in New York. He focused on college and fun and Harley and nothing else.

“So,” Harley says, holding Peter’s hand and swinging their arms back and forth happily. They’re trailing down the sidewalk in Queens, and Harley only knows that they’re headed for where Peter used to live—before college, before deciding to spend his summer in the Tower with Mr. Stark for training and internship stuff. “Should I know anything in advance?”

Peter cocks his head to the side. “What?”

“Like, ways to act, ways to not act, stuff I should or shouldn’t say. The whole parent approval preparation guide, you know?”

“Oh. Uh—”

And it’s right there—the chance to open up his chest a little bit, to give Harley a peak into his past. But Peter is—a coward, sometimes.

He shakes his head. “No. You’ll be great.”

Harley meets May and it isn’t until about halfway through the night that he seems to realize that— “You’re not Peter’s mom.”

“No, I’m not,” May says simply. “I’m his Aunt.”

She leaves it at that, and Peter hopes it slides over quickly, but Harley seems confused and curious throughout the rest of the visit. Still, he smiles at May, ducks his head in a parting nod and wins her over with all his charm before they leave, and he waits until they’ve started walking around the block while waiting for Happy to pick them up to say, “I thought you said you were gonna show me where you lived.”

“I did,” Peter tells him. Hopes he drops it.

He doesn’t. “Then I’m confused.”

Peter purses his lips, squints up at the sky and keeps walking. “Why are you confused?”

“That was your aunt,” Harley says, almost slow and matter of fact, as if he’s forgotten that, yes, Peter knows who it was. But, to make matters worse, he then asks, “Where’re your parents?”

The laugh that bubbles up from Peter’s chest is rough and a little bland, bitter tasting. He shakes his head. “You don’t want to know.”

Harley stops walking, tugs on Peter’s hand until he stops, too. “Yes, I do. I want to know.”

“Trust me—” Peter keeps walking. “You don’t.”

“Why are you trying to make that decision for me?” Harley questions, almost—frustrated.

Peter huffs. “Why are you pushing at something I very clearly do not want to talk about?”

“Because I—” Harley waves his other hand through the air, as if scrabbling for his words, trying to pluck them from the space in front of him. “I’ve told you everything—everything about me, you know? You know—all of it, and I don’t want to act entitled or like I deserve to know everything about you or—but it definitely feels like... like, a red flag, or something, the fact that you’re not even mentioning your parents. If you have a bad relationship with them or something, or just—whatever—just, tell me that so I know not to talk about it.”

And Peter—he understands what Harley means. He understands how unsettling it must be to realize that you’ve opened up your heart and soul to someone who doesn’t seem keen on doing the same. But, Peter has—baggage, a lot of it, and maybe he never mentioned any of the shit he’s carrying at MIT because maybe he just wants to prolong the change, wants to have Harley look at him without seeing everything that’s gone wrong in his life—just a little longer.

But that isn’t fair to Harley, really. Because that baggage and that heaviness? That’s part of Peter, as much as he wishes it wasn’t.

“Fine,” Peter murmurs, and he pulls his hand back, away from Harley’s—not because he wants to let go, but now he feels a little bit like a fraud and isn’t sure if Harley will wants to keep holding hands after he finds out all his secrets.

A car pulls up to the curb before either of them can say anything else, and Peter wastes no time, doesn’t look at Harley or at Happy as he clambers into the backseat and says, “We’re going to see my parents on the way back to the tower, if that’s alright with you, Hap.”

Harley looks conflicted and wary as he climbs into the backseat as well, watches as Happy instantly whips around to look at Peter with wide, somber eyes. “Kid...?”

“Harley wants to meet them,” Peter says, swallowing roughly. “Haven’t seen ‘em in a while anyway, so—might as well, right?”

There’s a whirlwind of unreadable emotions in Happy’s eyes as he glances to Harley, looks back to Peter, and then nods, just once, the action kind of curt and firm. “Alright,” he says, tone soft. “We’ll stop there first. No biggie.”

All this does is make Harley nervous, almost afraid of whatever they’re going to walk into, but Happy is already shifting the car into drive and pulling away from the curb, and Peter is looking adamantly out of the window with hunched shoulders and arms tucked against his chest, and Harley’s tongue is twisted, stuck in the back of his throat. He stays silent, just looks down at his lap and ponders what’s gonna happen, wonders how far the drive is.

About fifteen minutes later, the car comes to a stop. Happy puts it in park. “We’re here.”

Harley steels himself, mentally prepares himself for whatever it is that’s making Peter act so broody and quiet, looks up and—

Feels his heart drop to his stomach.

Maple Grove Cemetery.

Peter clears his throat, pushes the door open and steps out of the car with almost silent footsteps, rounds the car and pulls open Harley’s door—doesn’t look at Harley, doesn’t look up at all, just holds the door open and says, “C’mon. It’s gonna be dark soon.”

Feeling speechless and—and suffocated by his own thundering, raging hesrt beat, Harley just nods and unbuckles himself with shaky hands. He steps out of the car and can’t stop looking st the word cemetery, like staring will make it change from a graveyard and into a nice, cliché looking family home in the suburbs.

It doesn’t change. Peter closes the door behind Harley and silently leads the way—into the cemetery, clearly has the route memorized if the way he moves with ease and zero hesitation is telling anything. Harley just follows after him, struggling to catch his breath with the dread weighing down his lungs, and comes to a stop when Peter eventually freezes in front of a line of headstones, faces them with—empty eyes.

Harley parts his lips to suck in a harsh breath and turns his head, finds the names and—

Mary Teresa Parker

Richard Laurence Parker

Benjamin Franklin Parker

—there’s three.

Aunt May—just Aunt May, no partner in the apartment with her. Peter, telling Harley that it’s where he lived before college. Never mentioning his parents, or family, or—anyone, other than Tony, eventually. Father figure, Tony.

Because Peter’s dad is dead. His parents are dead. Ben—an Uncle, Harley guesses—gone.

“I’m—such an asshole,” Harley breathes, that weight growing tendfold in the pit of his stomach, making him feel ill, queasy, nauseous. “I can’t believe I—Christ, Peter, I’m so sorry.”

Peter chuckles, the sound dry and—not MIT Peter Parker, but actual him. The real Peter, with the heaviness and the loss and all of the bad things. The Peter with the trauma and the pain and the deadpan rasp to his voice as he shakes his head and murmurs, “You’re not an asshole, Harley. You just didn’t know.”

“I shouldn’t have to know,” Harley says, swallowing down the lump in his throat. “You didn’t want to tell me, and—and it’s your right, not wanting to tell me, and I pushed when it wasn’t my business and—I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

“I wanted you to know,” Peter says, his tone a little... vacant of his usual conviction. “I want you to know, really, I do, but—but it was so nice, not having everyone look at me differently because of what I’ve been through, y’know? By the time we met, I just—I never even thought about talking about it because I was trying so hard to keep all of that—all of the—the bad stuff, away from college. Away from me, for a bit. Just give myself room to breathe.” He laughs, an empty sort of sound, scrubs a hand over his features and looks down at where the toes of his shoes are sinking slightly into the damp grass. “Selfish of me, I guess.”

Harley wants to reassure, wants to insist that Peter isn’t selfish for wanting to have a break from his trauma. He wants to reach over and hold him and find a way to make it better.

He doesn’t know how.

He wishes, more than anything, that he did.

“Y’know,” Peter continues, either not noticing or blatantly ignoring the way Harley is looking at him with wide, watery eyes. “It’s actually my fault, the three of them dying. I caused it, and it’s—shitty, just living, for people that are dead because of you. Existing for them. It’s hard.”

“I don’t—” Harley stops, swallows roughly. “I don’t know the story, but you—I can guarantee that it isn’t—it isn’t your fault, Peter.”

The laugh is more of a sob now. “It is,” Peter says, shaking his hear and bringing up a shaking hand to wipe the tear off his cheek. “My parents, they were—they left a business trip early to come home a few days sooner because I was sick. They were on that plane to get to me, and it went down, and—and Ben, he was just trying to be a dad when he never asked to be one, you know? And I was such a shitty kid, Harley, I—I lashed out at him, I blamed him, and I ran off. And he came after me, because he was—he was so good at being a dad, even if he didn’t realize it, and it—the mugger just—and I heard the gunshot, and I looked over and he was—he was on the ground and I couldn’t stop the bleeding and he was—before the ambulance even got there, he was already—”

“Hey,” Harley interrupte, voice a croak as he reaches over and envelopes Peter in his arms. Peter cries, wails in an anguish that Harley has never heard before. “It’s okay. It wasn’t your fault, Peter, and they—I bet on everything I’ve got that they loved you more than anything, alright? And they wouldn’t want you to blame yourself like this. They’d want you to be happy.”

Peter sniffles, presses his nose to the side of Harley’s neck. “You didn’t know them.”

“No,” Harley agrees. “But I know you. There’s no such thing as not loving you, Peter Parker.”

-

(It’s easy to be someone else in college. But you don’t always have to be.)

[angstsfordays]

Tell Me Now

Summary: The best part about love is always that bit before you actually confessed your feelings and officially be together. That mutual pining and fluttering feeling. But that would not last forever. You got to tell that person someday before it’s too late.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (Main pairing), Steve Rogers x Reader (Supporting pairing)

Warnings: LOTS OF FEELINGS. Maybe a few swear words? Mutual pining and much slow burn that will make your heart ache.

Word count: 10889

Notes: Thank you for supporting my story: Stay with Me and For You! If you haven’t check it out, be sure to do so! I’m back with a new post that has been in my drafts for a while. Since I’m finally on a break from school, I managed to continue working on it!

This time, I’m back with a Bucky story and it will be in the same universe as my two other posts. So for Bucky’s stories, Steve’s girl will be named Ro(salie). In Steve’s stories, Bucky’s girl will also have a name (undecided yet) otherwise it will just be weird like Reader 1 or 2. Just take note again that Ro (in this story) is an OC from my previous two related stories!

 Hoping that this story can cheer everyone up in these difficult times. Take care and stay safe! Wear masks and practice social-distancing! Anyways, hope y’all enjoy this one too! IT’S REALLY LONG BUT I HOPE IT’S WORTH A READ. Let me know what you think! 😊

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“I imagined you would have plans on a Friday night.” You were still in a deep pile of work before the voice of your boss snapped you out of your concentration.

You could not hide the frown that formed on your face as you looked up to meet his face. “I wonder who decided it would be a good idea to have a crossfire in the Amazon forest.”

“Well, we can’t decide where the bad guys want to be? Plus, no people were hurt, we were well away from civilization.” Tony tried to downplay the aftermath of the previous mission. The team were intercepting the trafficking of dangerous weapon materials by a rogue organisation. Said organisation thought it would be escape unscathed and undetected through the biggest rainforest from Earth’s mightiest heroes.

“There were no people but there were tons of wildlife, Tony! Animal activists and nature conservationists are basically rioting! That’s two more to add to the list of people that are pissing at the Avengers!”

You retorted at your boss’ almost nonchalant attitude. You knew he was not surprised that the Avengers always received backlash even if they were only trying to save the world.

It was a long week for you, having to clear up this PR stunt caused by the Avengers. You have started working for Tony Stark as his new assistant for the past six months. With Pepper taking over Stark Industries as CEO, Tony Stark could solely focus on his Avenger duties.

However, even with Friday, he needed someone on the ground that could help him with matters that require human interactions. More specifically, to deal with the Public Relations side of the matter.

Needless to say, while people are grateful for the Avengers, there are some who weren’t. Mainly any government authorities who aren’t able to control the Avengers. Fame has two sides of the coin and Tony Stark hardly has time to juggle bad press and public relations on top of his Avenging duties.

You were recruited after you left your previous job, playing the whistle blower to your company whom you found out were involved in shady dealings linked to Hydra. You refused to defend them and save them with a PR campaign, thus you gathered all evidence and decided to throw them under the bus.

Life was hell for you after, you found yourself to be in danger courtesy of your previous employer. He decided to hire a Hydra agent to take your life and you were fearing for your life. You knew that you might not be able to convince the police to help you with this matter and you were sure that you would be dead.

But with whatever luck you had left, the attempt at your life was intervened by the one and only Avengers. You still remembered how your door was knocked down by Captain America and Black Widow decided to make an entrance through your window. What a dream, right?

You remembered shaking terribly as both Avengers fought off your terribly strong assassin. As you backed up to get away from the scene, your back collided into a hard chest. A cool, metal hand had held you close and your heart leap in fear. You turned back to see the Winter Soldier, as stone cold as you have known him from the news, his eyes held a reassuring stare that prevented you from screaming your lungs out.

You did not know what prompted your next actions but you threw yourself at him, arms encircling neck and hiding yourself in his warm embrace. You hoped that he could protect you. You did not want to die just yet, you believed you still had a lot of things to fulfill in life.

And that was basically the beginning of your new life. After being rescued, Tony recruited you into the Avengers though not as an Avenger. You wished, ha! Instead, you were hired as the PR director for the Avengers. Tony Stark was impressed with what you did previously with your previous company and decided to hire you to manage PR for the Avengers. God knows he would not want to deal with that.

It was also to make sure you were under protection with Earth’s Mightiest Heroes and that you did not need to worry about any attempts on your life. The agent and your previous employer were dealt with. You were in a much better place now.

“Come on kid, let me make you a drink.”

“I don’t think that it is appropriate in the workplace, boss.” You jested but you knew he mean well. Tony is a great boss despite his occasional oddities. He respected and trusted you, and that is all you really ask for in a boss.

“How about as a friend?” He shrugged off your previous comment before gesturing you to follow him to the exclusive lounge area for Avengers. This was entirely different because it was located in the private living quarters of Avenger members. All other personnel did not have access to it, even you until not long ago.

When you were first introduced to the team, you could not believe yourself to be in that situation. You became fast friends with the girls and it was Rosalie or Ro as she liked to be called (who’s also Steve Roger’s girlfriend) that made you feel at home with the team.

She was impressed at your bravery to stand up to injustice and made it a point to be your friend. She would sometimes ask you out for lunch or coffee, eventually inviting you to hang out with the rest of the girls.

All of them were so normal, unlike their fierce and badass images as Avengers. You could really see that they were just normal people with everyday problems. They have come to seek your advice on everyday stuff, such as dress for a party or planning a surprise for their significant other.

Then one day came the big question.

“Do you have anyone special, Y/N?” You crinkled your nose at Ro’s question and shook your head. You never thought about it since you have been busy with work.

You had only one serious boyfriend after college but you broke off the relationship when you realised that he was not the one for you. He wanted you to be the trophy wife in his life, proposing to you a couple of years after you started your career. He assured he will take care of you as he started climbing up the corporate ladder. He wanted to start a family but you knew you wanted more.

You wanted your own career and be part of something more meaningful and bigger than yourself. There was no way you wanted to be confined to a home taking care of children. Sure, you might hope for it in the future but you knew the potential that you had. You were not going it to give it up so easily.

“Never really thought about it.” You shrugged as you drank your iced coffee.

“Oh come on, Y/N. There are plenty of guys here in the compound, don’t tell me there isn’t one that caught your eye.” Your eyes widened at Ro’s words. While subtle, your body language did not slip past the keen eyes of Natasha Romanoff. There was one guy. Maybe. But you were not going to let them know.

“There isn’t any.” Your answer was curt before taking another sip of that coffee.

“You’re lying.” Natasha answered smoothly, if you were not close with her you would have stopped yourself from throwing daggers at her with your eyes.

“There isn’t-” You look to Wanda who was giggling at the exchange and your eyes widened at the possibility of-

“Wanda! Don’t you dare!” You warned the young girl as you knew what she was capable of. God forbid she read your mind and figure out whose image first popped in your mind. She threw her arms mockingly and gave an expression like she would not dare to so even while she had a wide grin on her face.

“Who is it?!” Ro started getting excited at the prospect of her friend having her crush.

“No one! Oh look at the time, I need to brief Tony about something-some meeting- something…BYE!” You hurriedly walked out of the pantry. You knew that the girls would hound you for answers and you were not ready to face that yet.

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“Earth to Y/N. Yoohoo!” The sound of Tony’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts once again and the incident with the girls that happened only yesterday.

“Wha- what?”

“I asked for your favourite poison?” Tony quipped before he started to open the cabinets for his liquors.

“Uh- surprise me with your best.” You tried to give a fast answer as you were just interrupted from your memory of yesterday. Tony threw a smirk over his shoulder before he went ahead to get some ice.

“Oooh, is Tony making drinks?” A new voice appears and you turned to see Ro entering the lounge. Behind her were the rest of the Avengers who were slowly filing into the room.

“Be prepared for an amazing show.” Tony started to wave his hands like a showman. He closed the cocktail shakers and started doing an awkward dance to a song that he requested Friday to play. It was overall cheesy and greasy, unlike his usual public image.

You started laughing and clapping to cheer him on. There was some holler in the background and Tony finally poured his concoction into a fancy glass. Adding in a small umbrella, he presented it to you. You turned to the rest of the team to show it off before taking a sip.

“It’s called ‘I cannot live without you’ because we cannot live without you now, Y/N.” Tony did a dramatic wave his hands before bowing. You chuckled at his theatrics before downing your drink.

“On behalf of the team, we’re sorry that you have to clean up our shit.” Tony exclaimed to which everyone snorted but agreed. They knew they owe you big for clearing the PR mess after every time they had to do their job of saving the world.

Natasha and Wanda decided to join Tony behind the bar and make some drinks for everyone as well. Everyone took a seat around the lounge table near the island and Ro took the seat beside yours.

“You worked hard, Y/N. Thank you.” She went in to hug you from the side.

“Anything for you, baby.” You petted her like she was your child.

“Thanks again, Y/N.” Steve (you could never get over the fact that you were on first name basis with Captain America) chimed in. You responded with a salute and spoke.

“Just doing my job, Steve.” The rest all started sitting down one by one with drinks passed out. Everyone fell into easy conversation.

A flash of blue passed by your eyes and you saw Bucky Barnes taking the sit across you. He was dressed in a long-sleeved blue Henley with dark pants. He just had his hair cut short and you could not help to leave a small gasp when he turned to meet your eyes.

You immediately swerved to face Ro who was talking to Steve. Seeing that she was busy in conversation, you turned your head to the other side to meet Natasha who was giving you a confused expression at your flustered one.

Your hand reached out to your drink to get another sip, unknowingly Bucky’s own fingers brushed against yours to reach out for his drink on the same table. Your eyes immediately averted to scan his reaction and he gave you a curt polite smile. You tried to muster a response, any really to show that you were cool-headed.

Bucky threw in another nod as he raised his drink and you nodded in response to his gesture, his mannerisms threw you off guard. In your almost entire year of working with the Avengers, you barely had a solid interaction with the Winter Soldier.

By that, you mean that the most interaction you had was a nod in the hallway, a greeting in the morning when you passed by the gym on the way to your office or when he saw you getting off work in the evening. There also was the occasion asking of refills for coffee when you see him in the pantry. And that was it.

Your first meeting with Bucky had left a big impact on you because for the first time you had felt an indescribable emotion that only he had on you. You had always had a strong independent spirit and never felt the need to depend on someone. That was how you were raised in your household and your parents had pushed for you to exceed in life, given that you were from a second-generation immigrant family.

That kind of mentality had been ingrained into your life and you never let your guard down with people. Not until that fateful day…. for the first time you just wanted someone to depend on. But no matter, Bucky Barnes is out of your league, you reminded yourself.

You have seen how the gaze of female agents or staff move over to him whenever he stepped into the room. He did not even need to try, which was even the more annoying part. 

Snap out of it, Y/N.

“Hey Y/N, you would not have gotten sick of us, yet right?” Sam quipped up in the conversation. You did not know what the context of the current conversation was but you just decided to answer away.

“Hmm, I don’t know. Is a drink really going to make me stay?” You shook your empty glass and Wanda initiated to refill it.

“Well then ask away, my dearest and indispensable employee. What would you like as an early bonus?” You jokingly made a serious face and looked like you were pondering hard on the question. Nothing really came into mind as you were happy with what you had for the moment.

“Maybe a vacation?” Natasha suggested with her brows raised. You nodded with a thoughtful expression, that would indeed be nice. Would you go to the beach or the mountains for a nice personal retreat?

“That’s too simple. You should use Stark’s card to the fullest advantage.” Sam said smugly and you returned with an expression that showed agreement.

“How about a boyfriend?” Ro’s voice suddenly injected into the conversation. You swerved your head to face her, eyes widened at her bold suggestion.

“Oh, what’s this all about?” You could already imagine the gears spinning in your boss’ head and you really wanted to strangle Ro for a quick minute.

“Y/N deserves someone special in her life, you have been overworking her too hard Tony.” Ro continued with a playful expression and you swore you were going to lean over and-

“Get some, get some!” Sam started cheering to which Ro joined. The both of them acting like children.

“I don’t understand, what is Miss Y/N getting?” Vision suddenly asked in the midst and you saw Wanda giggling with an embarrassed expression at her boyfriend’s innocence.

“Stop it, Rosalie! You know I don’t like to talk about this!” You gave a fair warning to the hyped-up Avenger whom Steve almost seemed embarrassed of as he sighed at his girlfriend’s antics.

“Hey! You know I don’t like it people call me Rosalie!” Ro retorted as she folded her arms.

“Well, you crossed the line first.” You threw back a squinted glare.

“Oh come on, I just want you to find someone that can make you happy because you make us happy.” Ro started walking towards you with her hands outstretched, wanting to give you a hug.

“Uh-uh, you don’t get to be all cute on me after what you did. Steve might fall for it but I won’t.” You held up an accusing finger to which Ro pouted.

“Steve, she is so mean to me.” The girl started pouting and went to sit on Steve’s lap, hugging him like a teddy bear. Steve returned the embrace but not before looking up to you and mouthed to you ‘sorry’. 

You knew Ro meant well like a sister but you REFUSED to speak of your non-existent love life in front of everyone (well specifically HIM).

“Oh come on, Y/N. Ro just wanted the best for you. It’s important to work hard but one must play hard” Sam added on with a smirk to which you threw him a glance that hinted for him to zip it.

“You sure there is no one you’re interested? I happen to be a great matchmaker myself on top of being a billionaire, playboy wait scratch that I married with a kid, philanthropist…” Tony gestured to himself smugly.

“How about no Tony, I am not going to be one of your special projects.” You waved your boss-friend off before running your hands through your hair, exasperated at what tonight’s conversation started leading to.

“Oh come on, there are plenty of men in the compound. Take your pick, any pick. I will set you up.” Tony insisted and made a gesture to actually pull up a holographic database of all personnel data.

“Oh my god Tony. Believe it or not, I don’t need your help and I am not confident about YOUR taste in men.” You gasped in shock at what he was doing and wanted to squirm into the corner of the couch that you were sitting on.

“Well then, I am sure you will be confident in my taste.” Natasha’s voice pulled you out of your recluse and you returned a disbelieved look towards the redhead.

Your eyes averted once more to the beautiful brunette in blue across you to gauge his reaction to all this sudden intervention. Bucky looked aloof and amused altogether, he had his usual calm demeanour but you could make out the small upward curve of his lips. What was he really thinking about, you wondered.

“Argh fine. If I let you have your way, can we stop having this conversation that I never needed.” You issued an ultimatum to the group; you just wanted this conversation to end.

“Deal.” Natasha answered while Ro nodded eagerly from your side.

“Fine, If there is someone nice, you can introduce him to me.” You threw your hands up in defeat before crossing them over your chest, signalling to the team that you are so done with this ordeal.

“Yay!” Ro got off Steve’s lap and started doing a celebratory dance by swing her hands in circles. Everyone’s attention went to her and her little dance was met with amusement. You could not help but to laugh at her excitement, your eyes suddenly caught the sight across you.

Bucky Barnes suddenly had a hardened expression on his face unlike before and his eyes stared right into your soul (as cheesy as it sounds). It suddenly threw you off guard because this was probably the most intimate interaction you had with each other and you immediately tried looking everywhere but him.

“Please promise he won’t be weird.” You turned to your redhead friend and requested with a pout. Her eyes fleeted somewhere else before meeting yours.

“Trust me, Y/N. Believe it or not, I am a psychic when it comes to this sort of things.” You definitely had faith in your friend, I mean she would never sabotage you. Right?

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You return to work on Monday well rested. You manage to give yourself a personal retreat over the weekend by visiting cafes and bookstores. You even baked some Nutella tarts on Sunday and planned to give it to the team to share.

As you stepped into your office to put your things down, Friday requested you to head down to laboratory. You gave yourself one last look in the reflection of your glass office, straightening your tan midi pencil skirt and light blue blouse. You took your Stark Pad and place the earpiece on your left ear.

You were ready to face whatever work would bring. You took light confident steps to the level that the laboratory was on. Walking in to the open lab space, you saw Tony and Bruce exchanging playful banter, well more so on Tony’s side.

The two men’s attention turned to you once you stepped into the room and you were welcomed with smiles.

“What’s up, boss?” Your eyes went to Tony before going to Bruce. “Morning, Bruce.”

The scientist returned your greeting with a warm smile before walking back to his workstation. Tony signalled for you to follow him as he started pulling up holographic images and was looking through some data information. “So how’s your morning?”

“Good. Friday said you wanted to see me. What do you need me to do?” Your statement made Tony rolled his eyes as he made a jokingly exasperated expression.

“Diving into work talk so early at 10? Relax Y/N.”

“Some people actually start work earlier, Mr Stark and I’m not paid to relax.” You knew Tony was unlike any boss, he definitely had his quirks but it was not something you could not work with.

“You almost sound like Cap for a second there, how did I get such an employee like you?” Tony almost looked thrown off for a moment but you knew it was in jest.

“You offered me a job after saving my ass from an assassination attempt on my life.” Your deadpanned expression drew a laugh from your boss. He held up his hands before resting one on his hip.

“You never fail to surprise me Y/N. Anyways, okay onto business, we have a visitor and I need you to show him around.”

“Alright? Who is it?” Looking up to your boss with curious eyes, you were surprised when he let out a sigh- as if he were actually concerned about the matter.

“The government is sending in an agent to check in on the Avengers for a yearly assessment. It is part of our compliance to be transparent with what we actually do. Of course, we do not divulge mission information and all that. But they do want to know how we run operations on a general basis.”

“And you chose me because….” Your brows furrowed at the sudden revelation of information.

“You are the perfect person for the job. You know exactly what and what not to show them without infringing on our privacy.” Tony answered nonchalantly while instructing Friday to work on some scientific analysis.

“Right, of course. I’m the PR girl.” You answered with a knowing expression.

“No, you’re now my trusted adviser and there is no one else I trust with the task.” Tony looked up to meet your eyes with a serious expression for a short moment.

“Adviser? I’m just in charge of PR.” Placing your free hand on your hip, you made an exasperated stance as you gave Tony a questionable look.

“Oh well, would you look at that? You’ve been promoted. Congratulations, that will be your bonus for handling the Amazon stunt.” Tony started clapping to himself before making a grand hand gesture.

“Seriously, Tony? That’s like my job, it does not call for a promotion.” Your brows quirked and you had to give him a ‘I’m not buying this’ expression.

“Well, I’m the boss. I’m right, you’re wrong and thus I can promote you.” He gave you an all-knowing expression before he suddenly had a look that said he was reminded of something. “He will be here in 1 hour.”

“You are giving me 1 hour to prepare? Oh my god, Tony. That’s too little time!” You started stomping in your heels before frantically looking to your Stark Pad and asking Friday to send you information on your soon to come visitor.

“You can make it work; you always do.” Tony gave you a thumbs up with an eat-shitting grin. You could not even return him a verbal response and let out a short grunt before making your way out of the lab.

“I am experienced enough to do this. I am capable enough to do this. I can do this” Chanting a mantra to calm your nerves, you started preparing information on your Stark Pad to come up with an agenda to welcome the government agent.

You were definitely going to request for a vacation soon after this.

Walking to the lobby at 10.45 am, you stood by the receptionist desk as you waited for your visitor. You chatted with the receptionist, Jenny briefly to calm your nerves. She was a sweet-looking lady in her early 40s who was a single mother of two boys. However, her appearance was just a façade as you knew her to be tough and hard worker who was great at her job.

You once witnessed her putting a rude government employee who was here to accompany a higher up in meeting with you boss. She took no shit from the man who looked down on her for being a ‘front desk lady’ and asked her to get coffee.

That moment never failed to make you feel good about being a woman.

Looking down at your Stark Pad, you read through the profile of your visitor. Keith Wellings. Age 45. A federal agent with the US government for almost 20 years. This man rose the ranks quick to his connections and tenacity to mix with the right people at the right time. He is definitely going to use this opportunity to curry favour both sides.

He will definitely make it hard to pass assessment in exchange for favours from your side. Keith will definitely be careful on how he presents this assessment to his bosses as he definitely knows the government will go to any lengths to get dirt on the Avengers. He will be on the offensive on this visit. You need to make sure he does not cross any line.

You could hear the footsteps before you saw someone walking through the door. To your surprise, the man entering through the door does not look like the one in your tablet.

He had a sense of familiarity around but where had you seen him before?

“Y/N Y/L/N! How has fate brought us together again?” His voice ringed an alert in your memory and you took an intake of air to calm yourself. There was no way it could be….

“Teddy Radnor?” Your voice was soft but you knew he could hear you. This was evident in how his face lit up at your recognition of him.

“It’s great to see you again.” You did not anticipate the hug that was coming for you and almost dropped your tablet as he pulled you in for one.

Teddy Radnor was your college friend. You both were studying the same major and became fair friends. You saved him from getting humiliated at a party by agreeing to be his ‘hot’ date as part of his frat house orientation. You were from the sister sorority which you only agreed to join as it was free housing on campus.

Teddy was a bit of a dork back in the college years and he was only in the fraternity because his family were legacies. You still thought he was a nice and sweet guy, albeit he started being clingy seeing that you were the only person who was genuinely nice to him. You did see him as a friend and brother though you knew he saw you otherwise.

While you did attract some attention from guys, you were focused on your studies. Teddy made sure to be the buffer and saw himself as your unofficial boyfriend. You tried on many occasions to give him the hint and ultimately told him the truth. He seemed to accept it but he believed that he could stand a chance one day in the future.

You lost touch with him upon graduation. You were busy in your career and you heard that he was busy advancing in his too. You just never thought you would be reunited after five years later under such circumstances.

“Wow, you’re working with the Avengers? That’s so awesome.” Those were his first words as he released you from the hug.

“Yeah, I switched job. And you’re working with the government? Wow.” You tried to match his enthusiasm.

“Yes-yes, not easy but I figured if I worked hard enough, I would be able to work in a place of importance.” Teddy’s words reminded you of why you were friends with him in the first place. Even while he’s sometimes awkward and couldn’t take a hint on your unrequited feelings for him, you knew he was a good person.

“I’m proud of you Teddy. I know you always wanted to work in public affairs.”

“Well, I could say the same for you. You’re working with the Avengers. I can’t believe I’m also here. Keith had another work thing so I was called in at the last minute to replace him.” You nodded in understanding. So that’s why Teddy was here.

Lady luck had to be on your side. You knew Teddy and Teddy definitely would not make it hard for you. This assessment would be a breeze.

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You gave Teddy a walk through of the entire compound, from the back end communications to the training grounds. He looked like a child at a playground with a piece of candy. You were sure he would give you the benefit of a good assessment.

You had lunch with him in the cafeteria and was ready to seal the deal when you heard him mention one important thing. “I know it sounds unprofessional of me but between friends, I want to let you know that I’m secretly a huge Avengers fan. I was stoked when I got the call to come in.”

“Oh yeah, who’s your favourite?” You tried asking casually, trying to hide the fact that you had a plan up your sleeve.

“Oh my gosh, they are all amazing. They truly are, but it has to be Cap for me. He really is the cream of the crop for me.” Nodding deviously, you already had a feeling that Teddy’s idol had to be Steve. Teddy was the history buff back in college.

“Of course, I understand Teddy. Well, it just so happens that I am acquainted with Cap and I could introduce you to him.” You gave your most award-winning smile to hook him in. Teddy looked at you for a moment before speaking. “Oh I see what you’re doing.”

You tried to conceal your expressions and gave him a confused frown at his words. Shit, was he catching up? “You’re trying to butter me up.” Shit, he did. Teddy continued on talking.

“And it’s working slightly but I still have to be impartial about this assessment, Y/N.” You heaved a small sigh of relief before smiling sweetly up at him again. “Oh come on, Teddy. I am just doing this for an old friend.”

“Old friend, right….” It was meant to be a mutter to himself but you could hear it loud and clear. You tried to brush it aside as you asked him if he was done with lunch. The two of you cleared your plates before continuing the walk through.

You brought Teddy to one of the lower levels and stopped in front of the door. You did not have to do anything as Friday recognised your presence and went ahead to open the door for you. Teddy turned to look at you in amazement once more while you returned a smug look in return at his response.

The two of you were brought to the sight of an Avengers-only training exercise. Saving the best for last, you peeked at Teddy’s response and had to bite your lip from forming a full-on grin.

Hook, line, sinker.

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Bucky Barnes had to focus. Steve had come up with a new training regime for field operations after reviewing past mission scenarios.

Playing to each member’s strength, Steve came up with offensive and defensive pairings for field combat. He was paired with Ro in the exercise, she was on defence while he was offense. While Ro had firepower with the nature of her powers, Steve decided she suited long range attacks with her ability to fly and that she can direct her powers from a further distance.

The duality of her flame like energy blasts was able to incinerate and tranquilize made her perfect to defend the team from attacks. Bucky on the other hand, more experienced in operative work will be the one to sneak into enemy lines and obtain the necessary data or item of interest.

In this particular scenario, Ro had to build an energy -based force field to defend the both of them from raining firepower. The rest of the team collectively tried to break the barrier while Ro had to endure it and bring Bucky into the ‘enemy base’.

Bucky looked over to see Ro enduring attacks from both Vision and Natasha. Steve was overseeing the practice while Sam took the side-lines to help Steve with the analysis of the training practice.

Bucky focused on defeating the holographic images that Wanda was conjuring to mimic potential enemies. Bucky’s ears suddenly perked up at the sound of new arrival into the training room.

Looking up, he saw you with an unknown man who seemed like he was in awe of everything. Bucky broke concentration for a moment and felt himself being punched in the jaw by one of the holographic enemies.

“Bucky, why are you not focusing-” Steve’s words were interrupted as he too looked up at the presence of new arrival into the room.

“Alright, we can take a break. Buck, Ro, the both of you were doing great. It was the right decision to pair you two together. We can resume again later.” Steve’s approval was all he needed for him to let loose and catch a breath.

Reeling away from Captain mode, Steve immediately switched to boyfriend mode. He went ahead to grab the water bottle and towel before making his way to his girlfriend. As Ro immediately gulped down the water, Steve lovingly wiped up the sweat on her face and placed a peck on the side of her temple. Bucky could hear him whispering ‘You did so good, darling’.

Ro gushed outwardly at Steve’s words by muffling her squealing into the towel. Steve chuckled at how she can still be blushing like a schoolgirl even when it was a year into their relationship. Bucky started to feel envious because he also wanted that relationship with someone too. Perhaps with someone who just entered the room.

The mysterious man and you started making way down the steps to the training grounds. Bucky gave the guy a once over, he looked decent enough but he didn’t like the way he was standing so close to you.

“Steve, I would like for you to meet someone. This is Teddy Radnor, he’s an agent from the government and is in charge of the assessment today.” You finally revealed who and where the guy was from.

“Captain Rogers, it is an honour to meet you. It’s an honour to meet everyone here, really.” This Teddy fellow stepped ahead to give Steve a handshake. Steve, putting on his public persona greeted the guy with a courteous smile.

“Likewise Agent Radnor. I hope you had a good experience.”

“Oh definitely. Y/N here has been a great host.” Agent Radnor placed his hands around your shoulder as he responded. You looked slightly taken aback by the sudden contact which made Bucky felt defensive all of a sudden.

As he was standing nearest to you, he though of taking a step forward to intervene when you turned to smile at Agent Radnor, looking embarrassed. What was going on-

Steve must have sensed the same thing he had because he asked what exactly Bucky had on his mind. “You two know each other?”

“Yes, we were college friends and in the same fraternity-sorority house.” Agent Radnor was quick to answer eagerly as he looked to you for affirmation. You just silently nodded in agreement.

“Oooh, college friends. Were you two close?” Ro started to join in the conversation as she stood beside Steve.

“Yes, yes indeed. In fact, I kind of confessed to her but she told me no. She did not see that way and wanted to focus on her studies which I respected that.” Agent Radnor seemed very pleased with his answer when it garnered intriguing responses from the rest of the team.

Bucky already started to dislike him.

“Teddy!” You were shocked at his sudden revelation and looked like you wanted to crawl into a hole as you brought up the Stark Pad to hide your face. You had a grimaced expression formed on your face after removing the tablet from your face. Your frown then turned into an irritated expression causing Bucky to follow your line of sight to find out what was the cause of it.

Bucky turned to see the girls namely Ro, Natasha and Wanda exchanging hush whispers with Cheshire grins on their face. Steve, Sam, and Vision did not know how to react in this circumstance and looked at each other awkwardly. Bucky did not like this man one bit.

“I’m sorry. Too much information. I always tend to be socially awkward when I’m nervous. I babble and say awkward stuff. I guess it’s because I’m just such a big fan of everyone. Oh wait, too much information again. I’m an agent and should be impartial during this assessment-” Agent Radnor started blabbering on and on, it was almost uncomfortable to endure.

You placed a comforting touch on his arm and tried to calm him down. ‘It’s alright Teddy, they’re just normal people like you and I.’ Bucky heard you say to him.

Even if Agent Radnor had embarrassed you before, you still offered him reassurance. That was one of the many things Bucky admired you, how effortless you were with people and the comforting presence you brought when you were in the room.

Bucky knew this was why you were so good at your job and that Tony Stark trusted whole-heartedly to place the well-being of the Avengers as your highest priority. He admired how level-headed you were no matter the crisis and the positivity that you had in ensuring that it will be dealt with.

More importantly, Bucky admired how you were genuine around the team. He was not sure when Tony recruited you after saving your life from Hydra. He was amazed at your bravery to stand up to injustice even if you did not any hero like powers. He was not sure how you would be like with the team, he preferred to keep you at a distance as with any strangers.

However, you started gaining fast friendships with everyone with your easy-going personality soon enough. He could see similarities between you and Ro in how you are friendly towards others but he could also see the difference. While Ro had an infectious and bubbly energy, you on the other hand draw people in with your cool and calming presence.

Bucky always wanted to get closer to you. He just didn’t know how to. Whenever he sees you, it was as if everything in him stilled and he could not express how he really felt. He only resorted to making sure he acknowledges your presence when in the same room, this was his way of him respecting you.

Bucky was not sure how else to approach you without making a fool of himself. He envied how the rest of the team were easy to warm up to you and he wished he could do the same too. But Bucky knew he didn’t deserve someone like you. Perhaps with his past, he does not deserve to be loved by someone at all.

Agent Radnor continued to have small talk with the rest of the team while Bucky looked on silently. You were looking on the exchange with interest without saying anything. You provided smiles of reassurance to Teddy as he spoke animatedly of his admiration for the Avengers.

Your eyes suddenly met his. Blood started rushing to his cheeks as he tried his best to maintain eye contact with you. This was the most imitate way that he could have with you without actually having to talk to you. God knows what nonsense would come out of his mouth if he actually tried to have a full-length conversation with you. How you render him speechless was beyond him.

Bucky could sense that you were getting nervous, your started blinking and your eyes were fleeting. Was it too much? Did he overdo it? Bucky saw you tucking a hair behind your ear before sending him a small smile his way.

While subtle, your smile made his breath hitched. Bucky then remembered to return the same gesture and the corner of his lips went up when he saw you trying to hold back a full smile while looking on the ground.

He wished he could have seen your full smile but he was sure you did not want to attract attention from the rest. What Bucky didn’t realise was that three devious women were observing this subtle exchange between you and him. The three women let out silent gasps as their theory was confirmed.

They always thought that they were imagining it because Bucky Barnes was always trying to mask his emotions around you while you tried your hardest to do the same. Wanda had her theory first before Natasha caught on immediately. Ro was the last but boy oh boy, when she knew, she was the most excited to bring this pairing to life.

Ro glanced over to Wanda and gave her the signal by rubbing the bridge of her nose. With a wave of her hands, Wanda caused one of the nearby pipes to burst and hot air started gushing, creating a high-pitched scream.

The sound took everyone off guard and Bucky went ahead to take you into his arms when he first heard the loud burst. You immediately returned the gesture and allowed yourself to stay in the protection of his arms.

When the realization of what happened dawned upon everyone, everyone let go of their ears to turn and check on each other.

Teddy was huddled and squatting down on the floor while most of the team squirmed slightly at the outburst, given that they were more used to loud sudden noises during field operations.

You opened your eyes and your heart started to race wildly as you found yourself in close proximity of Bucky. The previous time you were so close was during the first time when you two met and he saved your life.

“You alright, doll?” Did he just called you doll? You were hearing correctly right? Bucky chided himself as he realised what he had said. Who was he to call you doll? You may not even like the name!

“I’m alright, Bucky.” Bucky’s hands were still around your shoulders.

“Thank you.” You continued and it seemed like Bucky was suddenly snapped out of a trance. He let go of you immediately and you tried to adjust yourself, looking at the ground as you couldn’t meet his eyes. 

Your exchange was not missed by Teddy who got back on his feet.

“Oops, better call maintenance.” Ro suddenly chimed in. Oops? Bucky’s brows frowned as he found Ro’s words to be weird in this situation. He looked to see Ro exchanging glances with Wanda but could not put together what was going on.

What were those girls up to?

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“Well, I hope you will give us a good assessment. We really are just folks trying our best to help the world.” Steve sealed the deal as he tried ending Teddy’s experience on a good note.

“Of course, Captain. I am well aware.” Teddy gave a salute to Steve to which Steve returned awkwardly with matching enthusiasm. Teddy gave the rest an acknowledging nod and you gestured for him to leave. You suggested for him to return to a private space for you to wrap up the day.

As Teddy walked up the stairs, you quickly turned back to the rest of the team and gave Steve a thumbs up. The team gave silent holler and cheers as a sign of support and you gave a reassuring expression in response. They knew you had it in the bag.

You led Teddy to one of the small meeting rooms on the office level and discussed over how the assessment will conclude. Teddy had noted down his remarks in a government issued smart tablet of his own and he informed you that he would have to come up with a more comprehensive report for submission.

You understood and thanked him for his time. As you walked Teddy out to the lobby, you continued to make small talk and caught up on what you missed in each other’s lives for the past six years.

“Well, this has been fun.” Teddy turned to face you.

“Indeed, not trying to influence you using the friend card but I really hope you can give us a fair chance on this assessment. The Avengers may look glamourous with their hero-act but there’s a lot of work that goes on behind the scene. It’s really a lot of work and sacrifice on their part, putting their lives at risk so that they can make sure those who are not able to defend themselves are given the chance to live.” You tried to conclude the assessment on a positive and sincere note.

“Spoken like a true PR representative.” Teddy spoke as he chuckled.

“No. I’m speaking as someone who really truly witnessed it first-hand.” You hoped that Teddy could hear the sincerity in your voice and know that you were speaking from your heart. Teddy was not able to find the words to respond so he just nodded in understanding.

“Well, you will hear from us in a week.”

“I look forward to it.” You gave your most heartfelt smile. You initiated to say goodbye to Teddy first, wishing him the best in his work. He returned the same gesture and he started walking off.

As you saw him leaving out the door, you turned back to head to your office after a long day. Your name was suddenly called and you could see Teddy re-entering the building again to walk up to you.

“What is it, Teddy?” You were curious to know why Teddy had returned barely after he left. Looking over, you could see Teddy nervously rubbing his hands together and cracking his knuckles. You knew this was his tell sign of nervousness back in college. Guess he still had the same habit.

“Hey, Teddy. What’s wrong?” You tried to reassure him, hoping to calm his nerves with a supporting tone of voice.

“I was- I wanted-” You kept quiet to indicate for him to continue his sentence. Teddy looked at you straight in the eyes before he spoke.

“Y/N, I was hoping after this is over, we could have dinner together. To catch up again. Would that be alright?”

“Oh Teddy…. I’m not too sure, would that be alright-” You were starting to panic. Was he suggesting this so that…

“This is not some sort of exchange in any way and it would not affect the results of the assessment.” Heaving a sigh of relief, you looked up to meet Teddy’s eyes. It was déjà vu all over again, this was exactly how he looked like when he confessed to you back in college.

“I’m not too sure Teddy-”

“Please. Would you like to give me one more chance? To prove that maybe it can work out between us. I really really like you, Y/N. I still can’t forget about you after all these years….” You wished so hard to not be in this position again. 

You weren’t sure if you wanted to agree to this, knowing that you maybe had feelings for someone else. Even if it was impossible between you and said someone.

But you couldn’t lead Teddy on when you know your heart isn’t fully in on this.

“I would let you know again. Maybe once this is over?” You tried to give a neutral answer, one that didn’t give him too much hope but also not a crushing answer. Well, it seemed to please Teddy as he had a wide grin on his face when he heard your answer.

“Alright, sure. Yeah. Should I get your number?” He suggested with his grin still full-on.

“Well, I have yours. Stark Technology and all-” You pointed to your tablet and he just nodded in understanding.

“Great, well I hope to hear from you soon. With good news.” Now it was your turn to nod and Teddy took it upon himself to bid you goodbye with a hug. You returned it and then send him off.

Releasing a big sigh out of your body, you were glad that the day was really over.

It was soon evening and it was time for you to end work. You were packing up your stuff when Friday informed you that you were wanted in the Avengers’ private quarters.

Wondering what it could be about, you swiftly made your way there. You were then greeted with the sight of Wanda and Bucky making dinner while everyone was waiting at the table.

“Y/N!” You first hear Ro’s voice before you even entered the room. The rest followed in their greetings. The smell of food immediately drew you to heading over to where the chefs were.

“Food smells so good.” Taking a deep inhale, the smell of home cook food was starting to make you growl with hunger.

“Perfect, cause it’s for you.” Natasha remarked as she was helping to set the table.

“For me?” You asked excitedly as you placed your things down and went ahead to stand beside Wanda as she was stirring something in a pot.

“Tony had to go home to take care of Morgan but he told us what you did for us today.” Natasha continued saying.

“It was nothing. Just part of my job.” You tried waving it off casually as Wanda offered you a taste test of the soup she made. You gave her a look like you were in love as the soup tasted so so good.

“Bucky is making your favourite. Mac and cheese.” You could die on the spot as mac and cheese was your ultimate comfort food. You peeked out behind Wanda’s silhouette to look at Bucky earnestly topping different layers of cheese on the macaroni.

You bit your lip, debating privately on which sight was more delicious? Stop it, Y/N. You chided yourself. This was highly inappropriate. Bucky looked up from his cooking to meet your gaze and you decided to give him an appreciative smile. “Thank you. That’s so sweet of you.

“It’s nothing.” His voice was low and muffled and sexy, oh my god, you needed to control yourself. Bucky’s entire being was doing things to your insides.

Soon, dinner was ready to be served and everyone gathered around the communal table. Everyone started digging in and fell into conversation immediately. As everyone was having second rounds, Natasha who was sitting across you spoke up.

“So how do you think the assessment went?” Natasha asked you with a curious gleam in her eye, as if she was expecting something.

“It was good, I think we can expect good results. Teddy really seemed impressed by what we have here.” Your friends nodded as they listened to your answer.

“Or more specifically, he’s impressed by what we have here.” Ro looked at you with an all-knowing grin.

“Ro! Teddy and I are old friends but college besides that would have been entirely inappropriate. He’s here to do his job.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time someone mixed work and pleasure.” Sam sent you a smug look as he wriggled his eyebrows. You scoffed at what he was insinuating and shook your head while reaching out for a glass of water.

“So?” Natasha drawled out the word as she asked. You made a frowning-confused face and tilted your head to signal for her to continue. “That’s it?”

You knew exactly where she was steering to in the conversation and you could back out of it, but you knew she will stop at nothing to get answers out of someone. Placing down your cup, you let out an exhale as you held onto your temple as if you had a headache.

“Teddy asked me out.” You weren’t surprised when your friends let out gasps at your revelation. Well more so on the girls and perhaps Sam. Vision, Steve and Bucky had neutral expressions worn on their faces.

“Please, are you really surprise?” Your eyes averted to the girls who seemed more excited at what you had just revealed.

“I’m surprise he got the balls even. He might have gained some respect from me.” Natasha coolly remarked as she took another bite of her food. Such savagery….

“Hey, Teddy is not so bad!” You protested.

“You gained a soft spot for him?” Natasha calmly quipped back.

“Come on, I’ve been friends with him throughout college. He is odd at times but he’s harmless.”

“Like a Teddy bear?” Sam chimed in. His words gained many laughter and he even tried giving high-fives to show off his wit.

“I’m not going to talk to you people if you’re going on like this!” You threatened to back out of the room. Pulling your chair out, you started to clean your own dish and you could hear the rest of the group continued on their chatter. You could hear Steve reprimanding the rest like a disappointed parent at his kids’ behaviour.

Bless Steve.

As you returned to the table, Natasha spoke up again. “So are you going to say yes to the date?” You knew everyone could sense your hesitation and your eyes went to Bucky who had a passive expression on his face. Oh god….

“I don’t know, Nat.”

“What do you mean know?” Ro continued. “He’s not expecting you to go on a date to get a better assessment, is he? If not, I WILL-” Ro went on to mimic a punching gesture with both hands and Steve had to calm her by pressing down on both her hands.

“Yo Y/N. That won’t be cool, I’mma also-” Sam went on to make his own gesture of beating Teddy to a pulp. Steve once shook his head at the immaturity of his friends but he held a serious look as he turned to you. He was indeed worried if it was really the case.

“No-no, Teddy wouldn’t. He said it’s not like that. He just wants to reconnect.” You tried to calm your two rather rash (but loyal) friends.

“Do you want to?” This time Wanda was the one who spoke up. Taking a moment to seriously think about it, you figured what was the harm on going on one date with Teddy? Would it really be that bad? If you don’t feel the same way, you could always settle it there and then.

Why were you denying yourself at a chance at love again? You figured it you could start dating again. “Maybe. I don’t know. I should try, should I? It’s been awhile….”

“Listen to your heart, sweetie.” Wanda reached out to hold your hand dearly. You smile gratefully at her support.

“I will think about it, anyways I told him I will give him an answer once this is over. So I still have time.” You said to reassure your friends. You tried redirecting the conversation away from this topic and continued to spend a little more time with your friends.

Bucky Barnes tried his hardest all evening to not falter. Hearing that agent had asked you out stirred up some emotions within him. He realised you were not going to be available forever. An amazing woman like you will catch the eyes of other and eventually they will make a move to ask you out.

Bucky caught Steve glancing over at him. Even without talking, he knew what his friend was trying to tell him. Go for her before you lose your chance, punk! Steve while terrible with dealing with women except for his own girlfriend was not stupid. He was still able to read the room and more importantly, his childhood friend.

Steve always had his suspicions. He noticed how Bucky’s eyes fleet to you immediately when you entered the room and how they lingered too long for it to be a normal behaviour. Bucky was eager to greet for you even if it didn’t look like it. Bucky while accustomed to the team, was still reserved with strangers.

Steve could see that Bucky was always conscious of how he acted around you. You might not have noticed but Bucky always tried to look out for you in his own subtle way. Perhaps, it was not easy for his best friend who sometimes remained in the dark shadows of his thoughts, believing that he did not deserve to be happy with someone because of his past.

Steve knew Bucky wants to be loved by someone special and that he deserved to be loved. He just wants this punk to not sit around and wait any longer.

You decided to call it a night and wanted to return home. The girls were whining for you to stay and asked why you could not stay at the compound for good. There were plenty of rooms in the private quarters for you to call your own.

You refused, saying that you deserved your own quiet space away from dealing with this chaotic energy (referring to the team). Ro protested at your words but you just laughed it off and bid farewell to everyone.

Steve looked over to Bucky and with the power of eye contact and practically 90 over years of friendship, signalled non-verbally to Bucky that he should take action. Wanda’s voice popped up and stated that you had forgotten your car keys on the counter.

Raising his hand up, Steve indicated for Wanda to pass it over to him. Wanda gave him a smirk before using her powers to push the keys onto Bucky. Steve gave an approving nod at what she did and both people turned to Bucky to give him a ‘what are you waiting for?’ look.

Clutching the car keys in his hands, Bucky got out of his seat and gingerly made his way to the garage. He took in deep breaths as he quickened his steps in hopes of catching up to you.

Luckily, you were not far along and heading for the elevator. He called for your name and you were surprised to see him. Bucky took the last few steps to face you and he look down on the ground for a moment to adjust himself.

“You forgot your keys.” He started off nervously as he stretched out his hands to pass it to you. Your mouth made an ‘o’ shape as you realised why he even came up to you in the first place. You let out a nervous laugh and took it from him, not forgetting to thank him as well.

“It’s nothing.” Bucky replied. Silence followed with awkward tension.

“I gotta go, can’t wait to be back in bed.” You tried to break the silence. There was another pregnant pause and you chided yourself for even trying. This was going nowhere.

“Yes, you had a long day.” Bucky tried coming up with another response. No use forcing it, this was even more awkward than the time Teddy confessed to you. You heart sank in disappointment. Should you even try? Were you willing to give it up before giving it a try with Bucky?

Bucky’s movement snapped you out of your inner thoughts as he began to make his way back. He gave you a once over and nodded to bid you goodbye once more.

The words were at the tip of your tongue. You wondered if you should-

“Hey Bucky.”

Bucky stopped in his tracks and immediately turned his body back to face you. What could you possibly call him for? He made his way back to you and stood face to face to you. His eyes bore into yours and you had to take a gulp before gathering courage to speak.

“Should I go?” Your question caused Bucky to be all confused and you then realised you weren’t clear enough.

“Should I go on the date with Teddy?” While your question was indirect, but you were hoping he got the drift. If he liked you any one bit, he would not let you go on the date. If he had any ounce of interest in you, he would stop you right?

Your held strong eye contact with him, trying to gauge his feelings through non-verbal cues as you figured he was trying to come up with an answer. Seconds felt like hours, he did not give you an answer.

You let out a low chuckle. What an idiot you must have sound like? Why would Bucky care about your date at all?

“I’m sorry. I’m asking stupid questions. Goodnight Bucky.” You made your way to press the elevator and stood right in front of the lift. You hoped Bucky would just leave and save yourself from more humiliation.

As your elevator came to your floor, you were going to take one step in when you felt a hand grabbing onto your wrist. You turned to see Bucky with a slightly panicked look on his face.

“Don’t go.” You scrunched your face into a confused expression as you tried to understand what he meant. His next words caused your heart to skip a beat and the corners of your lips to move up.

“Don’t go on that date with him.”

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Hello my readers! You didn’t think this was the end, did you? Thanks for sticking till this end of this long ass one-shot!

Here’s the bonus epilogue for this story.

You sat in the corner of a café that you looked up online. It was a third-generation family business that had the best pastries in New York. You pick on the loose threads of your yellow gingham midi dress as you waited for your date.

The bell of the café rung to signal the arrival of a new customer. You looked up to see a man in a dark outfit of black and blue. Black jacket over a blue t-shirt and dark washed out jeans. He was wearing a glove on his left hand and an eager smile on his face.

Bucky made his way towards you and first complimented on how beautiful you looked. You returned the same compliment and ravelled in how he easily embarrassed he was at the slightest praise.

The two of you went ahead to the counter, picking out a few sweet treats and two iced coffee. When your order was set on the table, you went ahead to cut a slice of cake and offered to him first.

Bucky eagerly took it and your heart melted at the bashful boyish grin he donned. The two of you fell into an easy conversation and you brought up something on your mind.

“These pastries are so good; we should get some more and you can bring it back for the rest of the team.” Bucky nodded in agreement as he took a sip of his drink.

“You know, Natasha had something to do with bringing Teddy in that day.” Your statement had Bucky’s attention on you. “Yeah, she told me a few days after. Trust her to use her skills to do something like that.” You laughed before continuing explaining.

Apparently, Natasha had a hand in making sure Teddy replaced his colleague for the assessment that very day. When questioned if she had any intention to bring you and Teddy together in the first place, she laughed and shook her head. She always intended for this plan to push you and Bucky towards the right direction.

She believed that if Bucky realised you cannot always be there and will eventually end up with someone else possibly, he will stop being in denial. Bucky commented that Natasha truly was a work of wonder and said that he was eternally grateful for her intervention.

Bucky reached over to hold your hand with this flesh hand but you went ahead to also grab his gloved vibranium hand too. It was your way of telling him that you accepted him whole-heartedly and loved him very much.

Bucky brought both your hands up to place multiple kisses and tell you how he really felt. He knew he shouldn’t hold back his feelings anymore and that you deserved to know how important you are to him.

“Doll, you’re the best thing that happened to me.”

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[cagestark]

Negative Reinforcement

About this: Winteriron with fem!Tony Stark (Toni Stark). Winter Soldier!Bucky vs. Iron Maiden!Toni. Enemies in Lust. Hate sex with a side of violence and blood play. Honestly I just love seeing women overpower bad men :) tagging dub-con because Bucky is pretty pissed off...that it’s not going his way. 

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“If you wanted to tie me up, you only needed to ask,” he says as soon as her thin, tanned fingers detach the mask from the lower half of his face. 

The dangling fluorescent light in the storage room that she had ambushed him in throws her features into sharp, near hellish relief. It shouldn’t be flattering in the slightest. But his cock is hard where it’s hidden beneath his tactical pants just from the sheer proximity of her. From the smell of her—sweat, expensive imported body wash, and beneath all of it, yes, arousal. His nostrils flare, mouth creeping wide in an expression he is sure hardly mimics a smile. 

Toni Stark reaches out and presses the pad of her thumb to the broken skin above his left eye. Pain blossoms bright and sharp, and he groans. 

“Harder. Do it harder,” he pants, laughing when her smile falls. 

“Sick fuck,” she mutters, pulling her thumb away. It is wet with his blood, and for a moment (maybe one that is so quick she doesn’t notice it, not without his enhanced perception skills) she lifts it towards her mouth as if to suck it clean. A groan rumbles in his chest, fading when she changes course to wipe the blood on the tight undersuit she wears beneath all that metal. “Don’t pretend you’d ever give me anything I wanted from you.” 

“But I would,” he counters. “If you’d beg for it.” 

There’s no mistaking his tone. This song and dance number is well-rehearsed between them; wherever one of them goes, the other is never far behind, and then they fight like it’s foreplay. Her eyes flicker down to the obscene bulge in his pants. Her chest stutters, breaking the rhythm of its rise-and-fall. Oh yes, this woman might be made of iron, but iron beneath his hands would bend like butter. She would curse him and hate him and beg him for more, and—he would give her all of it and more.

“I’ve begged enough in my lifetime,” she says, her eyes blazing. “No more. You have one chance to tell me where Hydra has hidden the rest of the serum.” 

He stares at her flatly. This is always his least favorite part—the one where they have to pretend to care about anything besides beating each other bloody and driving the other mad. 

Also, interrogations bore him.

 “Or what,” he wonders. 

Toni’s grin is unhinged. “Test me and find out.” 

“I’ve seen real monsters, little girl,” he says. “You don’t scare me. How much longer are you going to pretend that you hate me? That you want me dead? Admit it: you stopped trying to kill me years ago. That or...you’re not nearly as smart as Hydra made you out to be.” 

Toni’s sharp jaw clenches, teeth grinding against each other in a way that fills him with barely concealable mirth. There is nothing better than getting under this woman’s skin; except maybe getting inside her, he imagines. Between his legs, his cock aches. He works to disconnect himself from it, to focus on her face as it smooths and clears, those clever dark eyes a screen through which he can see that shadows of the ever-whirring cogs in her head. 

“You’re right,” she says at last. “I don’t want to kill you.” 

His eyes narrow. 

“Because death doesn’t scare you, does it?” she says. Reaching up, she fingers the zipper of her undersuit, and his eyes can’t help but fall to follow the motion before flickering back up to examine her expression, working to anticipate her words before she says them, working to see the very thoughts inside her head. “Pain. Torture. Loss of limb—none of that bothers you. None of it could phase you, could it? Hydra has trained you well.” 

Suddenly, she is tugging down the zipper, the sound of the metal teeth parting loud in the otherwise silent room. He watches, fighting to keep his neutral expression as her tanned skinned is exposed: collarbones, her small breasts bound close to her chest by a compression band, her stomach and the curve of her thighs until she stands before him entirely naked save for the fabric around her chest and the black thong that covers her sex. 

His eyes devour her. He can’t imagine the expression on his face, but if it hints at anything he feels then it must surely be feral. 

He feels...starving. 

“What is this meant to deter me from?” he asks, eyes raking over her skin, committing every inch of her to memory. 

She stalks closer, bare feet padding against the concrete floor beneath them. Reaching out, she runs her fingers through his long hair, returning only to grab harshly by the roots and jerk his head back until his throat is bared to her. Forced submission. “Maybe this will teach you to be more generous with your information.”

She climbs onto his lap. 

The heat of her is tangible through all of his layers. He breathes in deep to take in the scent of her. So many months they’ve spent on each other’s tail and this is the closest she’s ever been to him—those are the breaks when your mortal enemy is an aerial specialist. How many nights he dreamt of shooting her down from the sky, peeling that armor off of her and fighting her hand to hand. He would wake with his cock in his fist, throwing himself over the edge of ecstasy. 

“Untie me,” he growls. “I can smell the way your cunt is dripping. Release me and I’ll fill places inside you that you didn’t even know were empty.” 

“No,” she says.

His entire body jolts as he pulls at the restraints she had bound him with. But it is no rope or normal steel, and he stays fastened in place. The thin veneer of civility between them snaps and he feels full of fury so poisonous that he wants to smother her with it. “Then you’ll get nothing from me,” he snarls. “Tell that to your hungry little cunt. You don’t deserve to cum.” 

“Bold of you to think that you can stop me,” she says, lips curling in a smirk that makes him see red. Then she is shifting so that instead of hovering over his cock, she is straddling one of his muscled thighs. Toni lowers herself until her cunt is pressed against him, searing him through his clothes. 

Then she begins to ride him, dragging her burning sex forward and backward. A groan slips through her lips and it incenses him, nearly drives him to madness. She doesn’t deserve for him to make her cum—but undeserving or not, she will take it from him. When one of her hands falls onto his shoulder, nails digging into the leather of his vest, he turns his head and snaps at it with his teeth, sinking them into her skin, feeling blood fill his mouth with salt. 

“Fuck!” she screeches, ripping her hand away to look at the perfect lines of his teeth, the blood that beads against her tanned skin and drips down her wrist. Her eyes narrow as she bares her teeth at him. When she slips off of his lap, there is a dark stain where her slick has soaked the fabric of his pants and his legs tug at his bindings on instinct. At this point, he isn’t sure if he will fuck her or break her neck when he frees himself, but he can hardly wait to find out. 

Toni returns with the mask she had discarded. 

“Now I see why they make you wear this,” she says, fastening it in place. Then she takes her wrist and smears the blood across where his mouth would be. “Harder,” she mocks before straddling his thigh again. 

She begins a hard, slow pace. Either she is always this vocal or she is playing it up, her head tilted back to let breathy sounds of ecstasy reverberate off of the concrete walls around them. Every sound makes his cock throb even as his jaw aches with how hard she clenches it. 

“God you feel good,” she grits out. He doesn’t know where to stare: at her breasts in front of his face or down at his lap where she is soaking his pants. “Been thinking about this for ages, about getting you under me. Fuck, yes, keep tensing like that, it feels so good.” 

He relaxes the muscles of his thigh out of pure spite. Through his tactical pants, he can feel her slick now. Behind his back, his hands clench into useless fists, bones creaking with the force of his fury, of his absolute ache to break his binds and press her down onto the floor, rip through the fabric of her underwear and sink himself into her. 

“But you want to know something?” she continues, panting around each word as her rhythm increases. She lets her head tilt forward again so that their eyes can meet. “You’re right. I feel so fucking empty, Soldier. It’s been so long since I’ve had a real cock inside of me; I bet that serum enhanced everything, didn’t it? I bet I’d feel you in my fucking throat.” 

“Fucking bitch,” he says behind the mask. “You don’t deserve my cock. But one day you’ll get it. On every last one of Hydra’s heads, I swear: you’ll take it like the whore you are.” 

“But not today,” she breathes, grinning. She lets her thighs keep her balance while she takes her hands from his shoulders and pulls at the band around her breasts, working it down until it rests beneath them at the trimmest part of her waist. His eyes don’t roll back, but only because he wouldn’t dare miss a moment. Her breasts are small, tipped with light brown nipples that are beading into points that must ache. One of her hands holds on to him so that she can resume the filthy slide of her cunt along his thigh and the other plucks at her nipples, pinching and tugging without mercy. 

Her moans begin to grow in volume, desperately pleased sounds that she emits with every sighing breath. Back arched so that she can drag her clit along the length of his thigh, she abandons her breasts so that she can clutch at his shoulders with both hands. 

“Fuck, I’m going to cum,” she gasps, perhaps more to herself than him. “Fuck me, I need it. How does your thigh feel better than any of my toys?” 

Because it is mine, he thinks viciously. Because you are mine.

Then at last she sucks in a breath and freezes, body turning to stone where she rocks against him, her mouth slack and eyes shut, lashes resting dark as soot against her cheeks. All at once, she comes back to life, letting out a keen that he commits to memory, that he vows to remember even if he must kill to do so to avoid that thought-scrambling chair. She rolls her hips in the mimickry of sex as her thighs spasm around his own. 

Against his will, he wonders how it must feel inside of her, to have her cunt clenching around him. 

One day, he promises to himself. 

Toni shakes like a leaf where she is perched on his lap, helpless little sounds sticking in her throat as she rides out the last tremors of pleasure. When at last she has taken her fill of him, she steps down from his lap on coltish legs. Both of their eyes fall to his pants and the obscene line of wetness she has left. She is everywhere now: in his nose, in his chest, on his clothes. He can’t root her out. 

“Thank you, Soldier,” she says, limbs still shaking. It takes her a few tries to get back into her undersuit, every inch of tanned skin being taken away from his eyes. “I’m sure that has given my AI plenty of time to hack this old base’s security system. Even if there are no hints at where the last of the serum is, I’m sure there will be something of use left behind.” 

“You’ll regret that,” he says, voice low and quiet. Maybe it makes her shake. Maybe that’s just leftover from the orgasm she ground out on his thigh. 

She taps the center of her chest and her armor blooms around her. When she speaks, her voice is slightly disembodied but no less smug. 

“Maybe,” she says. “But not today.” 

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The moment the door shuts behind her, the Winter Soldier strains once against his bindings and feels them twist and crack. He can still hear the sound of her repulsors as she exits the building while he reaches down and drags one thumb through the wetness she left behind on his pants. Removing the mask, he licks the slick—and blood, from where she had smeared it against the surface of his mask—from the digit. 

The Soldier stands, replacing the mask and wonders how far a head start he should give her before he makes 'one day' today. 

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HEY  BESTIES  <333  i’m  veronica  (  she/they  ,  21  ,  pst  )   and  here  is  my  super  late  intro  ...  idk  what  to  say  abt  myself  lol  ...  pls  read  on  and  consider  listening  to  the fine sounds of rowan’s brain  while  perusing  this  bad  intro  .  also  everyone  say  thank  u  j  bc  otherwise  i  would  not  still  have  my  intro  omgg  

*   𝑩𝑨𝑺𝑰𝑪𝑺 

𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞  :  rowan  priam  davis   /   𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬   :  ro  /  row  ,  tbd .   /   𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫  +  𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬  :  demiguy  ,  he  /  they   /    𝐝𝐨𝐛  :   7  june   /   𝐚𝐠𝐞  +  𝐳𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜  :  twenty - two  +  gemini   /   𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧  :   new  york .   /    𝐜𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐧 + 𝐠𝐨𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭  :  12  + dionysus   /   𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞  :  brass knuckles   /   𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬 :   english  +  greek  +  latin  +  french  +  spanish   /   𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭  :  5'10   /   𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐬  :  irresponsible  ,  reticent  ,  disorganized  ,  impatient ,  stubborn  ,  selfish  ,  aloof    +    observant  ,  clever  ,   independent  ,  affable  ,  resourceful  ,  empathetic  ,  cooperative   /     𝐦𝐛𝐭𝐢  :  entp  /  possible  estp .     /      𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩  :  any “bad boy” who is also the life of the party  ,  characters with similar mbti’s  / those who will push your buttons but you can never fully hate them  somehow  ...  tony stark of the marvel cinematic universe ,   jeff winger  of  community  ,  severus  snape  of  harry potter  ,  daniel desario of freaks and geeks  ,  etc .

*   𝑩𝑨𝑪𝑲𝑮𝑹𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑫 

rowan grew up in new york city where his mother worked on broadway and off - broadway shows for most of his life , though a few times he was dragged on nations tours .

rowan was brought to camp at fourteen where he was almost immediately claimed by dionysus . he wasn’t all that surprised, though, given who his mother is .  rowan, surprisingly, didn’t get the acting gift, or rather, not the love for the stage. rowan is nothing if not dramatic and theatrical , though if you’d ask them , they would probably blame it all on the madness trait, which isnt’t true at all, but you don’t have to know that. 

TW MENTIONS OF ALCOHOL ADDICTION , END AT NEXT BULLET POINT  ...  rowan’s special talent of alcokinesis often makes him the life of the party , though other than the social aspect of being a walking keg , it’s caused him nothing but trouble in the past as he’s grown a sort of dependency on and addiction to it in the past  , though that’s something he keeps mostly secret and is trying to work past .  connection idea ... someone pls help him 

ANYWAYS ... rowan sticks to themself for the most part , unless they have some benefit of letting someone in usually . which leads us to the present . rowan is currently neutral . they know deep down what the right thing to do is , but their self destructive nature and reputation they’ve made for themself make that choice a difficult one that needs no immediate care . they’re waiting to see which side needs him more and why he should agree to join .

also  ...  rowan uses he and they pronouns and has openly for about five years  .  they aren’t a permanent year-rounder but has spent several years entirely on camp , especially in recent years . rowan secretly likes to sing and if he had to be in any show , it would be rent and as roger since they share a last name and are both moody . rowan likes to wear glitter eyeshadow a lot and paints his nails sometimes . his favourite genre of music is probably anything 90s . his mom has a strawberry allergy so rowan hardly gets to use his chlorokinesis for those . prefers red grapes over green .

*    𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑵𝑬𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺  ..  rowan identifies as pansexual so all of these are open to anyone  . 

𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬  :  best friend   ...    the ride or die   ,  the one person rowan is closest to in the entire world    +     frenemies   ...   they hate each other until it rly counts  ,  they'll have each other's backs when they need to    +     sibling - like friendship   /   without getting into the family tree of it all , someone who he can look up to or someone who for some reason looks up to him  ,  a confidant  +     flirtationship or will they , won't they   /   close friends or even enemies with romantic potential or tension , whether or not they realize it or have tried   +   party  friends  ...   u know the deal    +   idk how to descibe this one i’m dumb  ...  they just use each other for stuff like .. sneaking stuff in or training but don’t talk much outside of that  ,  they have each others backs but aren’t very close outside of when it benefits them despite their similarities   +   literally anything   /   also the aforementioned thing in the bullet points above lol

BELOW  is  literally  just  my  app . 

PART ONE.   /   ⟨  alex fitzalan , demiguy , he/they , twenty-two ⟩ there goes ROWAN DAVIS after the opposing team’s flag , the child of DIONYSUS who was claimed to CABIN 12 eight years ago . wielding their BRASS KNUCKLES , and their inherited ALCOKINESIS at the ready , they’re sure to lead their team to victory . after all , it was their demigod prowess that proved to be vital during the arduous and decisive QUEST FOR THE GOLDEN FLEECE ( demigod slot 8 ) they ventured on in the past . don’t let their feat fool you though , it was during this quest that they were challenged by their SELF-RELIANCE AND RECKLESSNESS. perhaps that is the reason they’ve chosen to be neutral . 

PART TWO.   /   whether or not rowan was helpful on their quest is something he finds subjective , his perception vs everyone else’s. he feels he was helpful in the broader sense , simply being a part of the little rescue team and confrontation of luke being the extent of his helpfulness. others might argue his quick thinking skills or boldness and courage pulled them out of certain stickier situations. though no one is likely to disagree that rowan’s alcokineses is useless around 90% of the time , 99% on quests, probably. like his current stance, and apparent attitude towards most things, rowan’s usefulness was neutral at best. if they’d had forced transformation instead, however, maybe things would’ve been different . 

PART THREE.  /  rowan, at the moment, is neutral, though leaning towards the olympians, morally. morals don’t mean a lot though , since right now they don’t see any rush or severity to the situation and picking a side and is mostly waiting to play their cards right , wants to know what each side has to offer that will benefit them the most. they knows it’s wrong, deep down, but can’t help it. 

PART FOUR.  /   ok hey guys here’s some messy headcanons taken from my app . 

rowan was brought to the camp at fourteen  …  prefers to stick to himself mostly and not get close to people or let them in very often  …  lives by keep ur friends close , enemies closer sort of , more like he just doesn’t let anyone super close unless he benefits in some way , it’s easier for him to not care than to get attached , self destructive sort of  …  not a bad person necessarily , but got that reputation and leans into it  …  very fake it til you make it , pretends to be confident but has no idea what he’s doing ever  …  reckless and refuses to analyze his mistakes to be better  …  feels useless a lot but hardly shows it , will sit and play it cool instead of moping  …  moved around a lot with his mother who is an actress – sometimes on broadway , sometimes in touring shows which she did whenever she worried about rowan’s safety  ...  when he tastes ambrosia he tastes the blueberry muffins his mom used to make him for breakfast to take to school

[cheeseburgersstuff]

Some Other World

King Steve Rogers x Reader

Medieval AU

WARNINGS: Language, (poor attempt write something...)

(P.S:  proudly own this weird ass edit) :)

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Chapter 6

Reader’s pov:

It’s been four days since I’ve been here. Four days in this world doing literally nothing was insane. Today Nat took pity on me and gave me a tour of the castle.

Everyone was busy in princess Patrona’s wedding preparation, which is king Steven Grant Rogers’s freaking sister. I didn’t know how to digest this weird information. 

My walk with Nat was interrupted by bucky “could I have my wife for a moment?” he asked looking at me with a smile. I blinked,wow  they are together?!!

 “Yes....yes, I mean she is your wife, she is all yours.” I winked. Nat tried to say something but bucky took her with him. I sighed, bucky and nat together wasn’t a bad idea. I’ll try to set them up if we find bucky in my real world, if I go back in my reality. 

I started walking towards my room, but couldn’t find it. This place is confusing. I continued to walk but knowing where I was going, suddenly I hit someone so hard and fell down. “Watch it asshole” i said and looked up. It was Steve the king. Shit i cussed the king, i was about to apologize when he gave me his hand to help me get up, oh he didn;t I know I cussed at him, good, i chuckled internally. I could cuss at everyone easily here..hehe

I got up without talking to his hand and held up my head high. He chuckled “are you ok?”. I nodded looking at him, God no matter how many days I live here I won’t get used to his beard, he looks extra hot with a beard. 

“You know it’s wrong to curse the king, if you don’t remember that too.” Steve said in a mocking tone. I stared at him surprisingly, I thought they didn’t know over cursed words.  

“I didn’t curse you, your majesty, I know it’s a crime to disrespect the monarchy.” I don’t give a shit about respecting the royalty, i just wanted to save myself from the punishment, these stupid kings love to give just to show off there damn athourtis-ness. I wanted to go home.

“doesn’t look by the tone of yours” he gave me an amused look. I sighed thinking, what to say next, he just had a problem with my tone, I was about to say something when he laughed. 

 Is he fuckin’ high right now? I thought.

“I was just joking. It’s alright, anyone could get angry when they fall down. Anyway what are you doing here?” he stated. “I was just looking for my ro..chamber.” I said, imitating their accent.

“I think you are lost then, you are in the wrong direction. The guard will escort you to your chamber.”

He said smiling. He ordered a guard to take me to my chamber.

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I was in my room, doing nothing at all. So I decided to sleep, when Sharon came declaring it was time for dinner. She was more like an alarm than my handmaiden. 

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I was going toward the dining hall when the guards announced the arrival of king anthony freaking Stark. Ugh!!..ofcourse KING anthony, now couldn’t be a peasant here, could he.”

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Everyone was watching Steve and Tony hugging each other as besties, I glanced at bucky to see his expression, he didn’t seem jealous. 

Then pepper entered the hall and Tony looked at her with a smirk, making her blush. Oh of course, the to be married couple. I rolled my eyes at them. 

And eventually Tony turned toward me, the spy. The gasped looking at me, like he saw some sort of alien or something. I mean I was wearing their old fashioned clothes, why being so dramatic. He was about to say something when  someone else entered the hall.  I turned to see who it was, and I did too gasp, probably being more dramatic than Tony's….

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@champagnesugamama​

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[determinedwriter]

Whumptober 2023: Day 26: Working To Exhaustion/“You look awful.”

Ro

High school freaking sucks. I kind of knew it would, but I’ll admit I’m smart enough to push through. Or at least I thought I was.

Going to a STEM school makes everyone look smart. And they know it. Nobody knows I’m Tony Stark’s kid, so I’m just like everyone else. An average teenager.

I thought that’s what I wanted, but I think it’s almost making things worse. As far as anyone knows, I’m just some orphan. I suppose the same goes for Peter though. And he really is one.

I shouldn’t complain. But sometimes I wish I could unleash my powers on my school bullies and burn all of my terrible test scores.

I’ve been studying like crazy lately. Ever since I came home with a subpar grade on my latest project at school.

Dad acted like he didn’t care, but I saw the frown. I saw the look in his eyes. And when he’s disappointed in me, it feels like a stab to the heart.

Even if he doesn’t mean for it to hurt, it does. I think it hurts more when he lies and tells me it’s okay. I know he wants me to succeed. He wants me to be smarter than this.

Who wouldn’t want that? Especially considering he’s one of the smartest people on the planet. But my endless studying has begun to take a toll on me.

Friday chimes to life from the ceiling to speak to me. “Miss Aurora, your father is asking you to come to dinner.”

I look down at my textbook and notes. “Tell him I’m not hungry but…thanks.”

“Of course, Miss.” She replies.

I study until there’s a knock on my door. “Ro?”

“Hmm?” I ask.

Dad opens it. “Missed you at dinner. What’re you up to?”

“Studying.” I reply honestly. “Sorry I didn’t come to eat. I just wasn’t hungry really.”

He nods. “It’s alright. Make sure you get some sleep though. It’s a school night.”

“Yup.” I say. “Goodnight.”

Dad nods again. “‘Night, kiddo.”

I sigh in relief when he leaves. I’m exhausted and I don’t want him to see how much this school crap is killing me.

He deserves a kid that’s not going to flip out about the little stuff like I am.

But that’s not gonna happen, so I’m going to do my best to be who he deserves.

Working harder and harder as the days pass, practically killing myself in the process. I’m working myself to exhaustion.

The day of the big test I’ve been studying for, I can hardly make my way to my classroom. Peter notices this in an instant.

He supports my weight as I stumble in the doorway of the class, Flash making one of his very unnecessary comments. “Careful everyone, Ro’s a zombie. Don’t get bitten. Too bad she’s gonna fail this test with her lack of brains.”

“Shut up, Flash.” Peter says, helping me sit. “Ro, are you gonna be alright?”

Flash smirks. “What? I’m just saying. Zombies don’t have brains, right? Or at least they don’t use them.”

I roll my eyes. “I don’t have energy for your crap.”

“Hence the zombie thing you have going on?” He asks. “I mean, you look awful.”

Peter glares at him. “Seriously dude, just drop it.”

I sigh. “It’s whatever.”

He rubs my back. “Do you need anything?”

I shrug. “No…”

He takes a water bottle out of his backpack. “Drink up. Just a little.”

“I don’t feel good.” I mumble back. “Thanks, though.”

Peter puts the bottle away, watching me nervously as our tests are handed out. Here we go. Time to either crush this or disappoint my dad once more.

“Your time starts now.” I hear the teacher tell us.

My hand shakes as I write with my pencil, the lead breaking as I press down a little too hard. God, I’m going to give myself a heart attack.

Peter notices this, silently handing me another pencil.

“Thanks.” I whisper.

He nods and gives me a thumbs up, going back to his own test after that. He’s smart as hell, but he’s probably stressed about it too.

Maybe I should’ve studied with him. I’ve been keeping to myself and doing that alone lately. It’s too late to worry about that now. Just get this done.

About halfway through the test, I can hardly ignore my dizziness and anxiety. People have begun to turn theirs in and I’m way too far behind.

God, what’s the use in studying if it just ends with me failing all over again? I’m really starting to panic now. It’s a good thing nobody knows I’m a Stark.

I shouldn’t have any association with the great Tony Stark. It’s a wonder we’re even related in the first place.

I hadn’t realized it, but my panic has become obvious now. Peter is touching my shoulder and my teacher is calling my name.

My eyes land on Flash, who laughs. I don’t know why this sends me off the deep end the way it does, but here we are. I’ve begun to hyperventilate.

“Aurora? Aurora, what’s the matter?” My teacher asks.

“I think she’s having a panic attack.” Peter explains. “Ro, just take it one step at a time. Breathe with me. Can you-“

I wobble in my chair, fainting before I hit the floor. I’ve literally worked myself to the point of unconsciousness. I didn’t think it was this bad.

My eyes open to see Peter’s face above me, carrying me quickly down the hallway. “P-Pete?”

“Ro, thank God!” He exclaims. “You scared me half to death.”

Still woozy, I don’t immediately understand why I’m his arms. “I’m…tired…”

“Try to keep your eyes open. Please.” Peter begs. “I don’t know what’s wrong. I’m taking you to the nurse.”

I weakly nod, but pass out again shortly after that and wake up on a cot in the nurse’s office. This time, Peter is sitting beside me.

“H-How long was I out?” I ask.

“Only a little bit. I ran here with you.” He explains. “I think everyone was more surprised I could carry you than the fact you fainted.”

“Fainted…” I echo. “Why did I…”

“You’re exhausted and dehydrated.” The nurse speaks up. I hadn’t noticed she was in the room at all.

“Oh…” I reply. “I-I don’t feel well.”

“No wonder you don’t feel well, honey. Please, just rest for now. I’ve called your emergency contact.” She tells me.

“Who is that again?” I ask, knowing it’s not Dad. I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t put his name on it for my own protection and privacy.

“Harold Hogan and Pepper Potts are the two we have listed. Mr. Hogan is on his way.” The nurse replies.

I hate to whine, but I’d really like my dad right about now. “Thank you.”

“Of course, sweetheart.” She says.

Peter holds out the same water bottle from before. “I’m making you drink some this time.”

I chuckle weakly. “Okay.”

Taking a few sips, I lay back down until Happy arrives, looking concerned. “Hey, kid. How do you feel?”

“Like garbage.” I tell him. “I really want to go home but I need to finish that test. I’ve already disappointed my dad enough. He needs me to-“

“I need you to take it easy.” Dad finishes for me, revealing himself in the doorway and entering. “I won’t have it any other way, you got it?”

“Dad?” I gasp. “W-Why are you here? You never come here.”

“Happy told me what the nurse said. You fainted. I’m not about to leave you alone. Even if you do have him and the spider kid here.” He replies. “You look exhausted. What happened, Ro?”

I gulp, replaying the past week or so in my head. I’ve hardly eaten, drank, or slept. “I just…wanted you to be proud of me.”

Dad’s face softens in concern. “Oh, baby…it’s okay. I’m so proud of you. Nothing will ever change that. I know you’ve been studying a lot lately but I didn’t realize you were practically killing yourself over it. This could have gone much, much worse.”

Hearing the scolding, I avoid his gaze by closing my eyes. “I’m sorry, Dad. I didn’t want to fail. I wanted to…I just wanted to be like you. I want to be smart and not even have to try and…and I can’t even do that without fainting in the middle of class.”

He sighs. “Well first of all, I don’t want you to do this ever again. I won’t have it. And second of all, you’re almost too much like me. You’re smart and you're stubborn. That’s what got you here. You put too much pressure on yourself. When was the last time you saw me get to bed at a reasonable hour?”

I shrug. “That’s different.”

“It isn’t.” Dad insists. “Having trouble with school doesn’t make you any less of a damn prodigy, kiddo. I don’t call you mini for nothing. Mini Stark. Thank God you’re not my clone though. You have empathy.”

“So do you.” I say.

“Not like yours. And yours is just natural. Effortless. I wish you had more confidence in yourself, but I’m glad you don’t have my arrogance. Even I can admit I have a big head.” He continues. “Though…I am a genius.”

Noticing I don’t laugh at this, he frowns. “I’m sorry, sweet kid. My point is…the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. You’re smart. And your struggles don’t mean you’re not. I need you to trust me on this.”

I slowly nod, hugging him. “I didn’t mean to not take care of myself. I just got so wrapped up in trying to make you proud…I wasn’t thinking. And I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. I’m sorry I didn’t realize. You can come to me with these things alright?” He replies.

“Alright.” I say.

He wraps an arm around me and helps me stand. “I’ll have Happy take us home and you can rest, okay?”

“What about my test?” I ask.

Dad scoffs. “You’ll ace it. I’ll make sure you get time to do a make up test. Don’t worry.”

I lean on his shoulder. “Thanks, Dad.”

“You’ve got it, micro.” He replies.

Peter speaks up for the first time in a good few minutes. “You’re a cool dad, Mr. Stark.”

“You know it, kid.” Dad teases. “Thanks for getting her here, by the way.”

He nods. “Of course, sir.”

Dad brings me to the car where Happy drives us home, making sure I get some desperately needed sleep and lots of water too.

Slowly but surely, I’m able to feel less anxious about test days. And Dad’s help is invaluable. He says I had it in me all along, but I credit him in helping me with my grades either way.

There’s nothing quite like a father-daughter duo.

Especially when they’re a couple of Starks.

We’re thick as thieves. And that won’t change as long as he’s by my side.

[marvelsswansong]

Thunderstorm

Summary: Peter and you hate each other and can never seem to get along, much to the dismay of your father, Tony Stark. That is, until one stormy night and your fear of thunder changes everything.

Tags: enemies to lovers, super cliche, FLUFFY AS FUCK, stark!reader, shit ton of cuddling.

“Peter, this is (Y/n). (Y/n), this is Peter.”

You eyed the boy in front of you with great disinterest, the burning feeling of jealousy causing your stomach to recoil. So this was the boy that your father wouldn’t stop talking about. The boy who your father seemed to be obsessed with, and at times, care more about than you- his own daughter. Whatever you did, whatever you said, it was always followed up with “Peter this” or “Peter that”. And honestly, despite the fact that you knew nothing about him, you hated him.

You hated it and you hated him.

So though this was your first time actually being introduced to the teenager, you didn’t even bother to smile or extend your hand out for a friendly handshake. Instead, you stood your ground and muttered a disinterested hello. Peter seemed to sense your disapproval and meekly nodded, his eyes not staring into yours but instead at the floor. The atmosphere in the room was suddenly uncomfortable, causing Tony to perk up and start talking.

“Right, so um… (Y/n), you know about the mission you have this week-”

That caught your attention.

“What about it?” you asked, your tone accusatory. Your father sighed before placing a hand on your shoulder.

“I think that it’d be a great idea if you went with Peter.”

You glared at Tony.

“I work alone, dad.”

Tony sighed, exasperated, while Peter uncomfortably shifted in the background.

“I know, sweetheart, but this one’s the first mission that involves HYDRA. And while I know you’re capable, I want you to have someone with you just in case something goes wrong…. Oh, and if you say no you can’t go.” finished Tony, a sly smirk on his face. His tone might have been playful, but the stern look in his eye made it clear- he meant what it was saying. You either complied or got grounded.

You glanced back at the boy, who was still refusing to make eye contact with you, before glancing back at your father.

“Fine. You better not be a shit partner, Peter.”

With that, you turned on your heel and went back to your room without looking back. You were already regretting your decision but what else could you have done- you needed to agree if you wanted to go on the mission. And you weren’t going to let some stupid boy your dad adored ruin your chances of going on your first ever official HYDRA mission.

‘Besides, how bad can he be?’

In truth, in addition to keeping you safe, Tony had persuaded Peter to accompany you in this mission as he expected the two of you to work well together. Both of you were smart, capable and around the same age- so it only made sense that the two of you would be a perfect team.

Except, nothing could be further from the truth.

You quickly found out that Peter was one of those people who wanted to carefully plan things out. Spontaneity made him uncomfortable, so sticking by common conduct and methodically memorizing every mission detail was crucial to him. You, on the other hand, preferred to act now and think later. Waiting for people to act or planning your actions out in great detail was a waste of time, and you would much rather do what your heart was telling you.

Unsurprisingly, this meant you and Peter argued A LOT over the mission.

“Okay, so the lab is located on the third floor of the abandoned building, right behind the local library. Considering that there are at least thirteen people in the first floor, you should wait for my signal before charging in by the front entrance, distracting the guards-”

You rolled your eyes and ignored the rest of his speech, being far more focused on making sure that your gun was fully loaded with electric bullets (which could paralyze anyone you shot within a matter of seconds). After making sure that you had a few extra rounds in the back of your mission suit, you cocked the gun into place before slipping on your metal mask and walking towards the entrance.

“Afterwards, we should be able to- (Y/N), WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU-”

You couldn’t hear the rest of Peter’s sentence as the men in black immediately started firing at you, the bullets all missing as they deflected off of your bulletproof suit or as you swiftly dodged them. You fired your own bullets at them at rapid speed, hitting two of them in the head- causing them to convulse violently before dropping to the floor, paralyzed.

Peter swore under his breath before following you in, webbing his opponents to the wall or swinging to avoid the bullets from hitting him.

‘God damn it, why the hell is she so reckless.’

Peter eventually caught up with you in the second floor, where another tens of agents were swarming at you all at once. Eventually, you and Peter were back to back as you fought off the enemy agents in one swoop.

“This was a horrible idea.” yelled Peter as he dodged a punch from an HYDRA agent.

You ignored his complaint as you shot the enemy left and right, ducking for cover behind several pieces of furniture along the way while making a beeline for the lab. Once you got in, you just so happened to run out of bullets and ended up knocking out the woman who held the hard-drive that you were looking for. You managed to gain a few bruises from acquiring a few hits on the way back, but overall, you were fine. The mission had gone well.

Needless to say, Peter did not have the same perspective, which he made clear on the plane ride back to the tower.

“That was very stupid of you, (Y/n).” scolded Peter, taking off his mask in anger.

“Who the fuck are you, my dad? You were the stupid one, trying to waste our time by planning everything out.”

“The reason I was making a plan was because without one, we would have been making a bunch of impulsive and idiotic decisions. Which is EXACTLY what ended up happening because you just figured you would go ahead and ignore my plan.”

You turned around quickly and gave him a harsh glare, venom dripping from your words.

“Don’t blame your inability to act on me, asshole. Your stupid plan wouldn't have worked anyway.”

His eyes darkened in anger, his posture suddenly changing to be more defensive.

“You know what? I’ve been nothing but nice and respectful to you, but you still treat me like I’m nothing. Fuck you.”

You scowled.

“Fuck you too.”

The two of you sat as far away from each other as possible for the rest of the ride back home, and you made it very clear to your father that you never wanted to be sent on a mission with Peter again. Your father tried to object, but when Peter also told him that he did not ever want to be forced to go on a mission with you as well, Tony reluctantly gave in and dropped the subject.

Your hatred for Peter only deepened after the mission as you were transferred into his school, and the two of you seemed to be competing in every class. It was always either you or Peter who was the best in a class, and school suddenly became a life or death competition in which both of you tried to outscore the other.

Soon enough, you hated even hearing Peter’s name in conversation and left whenever Peter entered the same room as you. You never spoke to him and he never spoke to you, the feeling of hatred for one another being the only thing you could agree on.

This obviously bothered Tony, who desperately tried to get the two of you to reconcile and spend time with each other, but it always ended up with you two arguing and hating each other more. Tony eventually gave up trying and your relationship with Peter only worsened.

You thought he was a spineless, goody two shoes asshole who stole your father from you, while he thought that you were a reckless, spoiled brat who treated him like shit for no reason. And that was all there was to your relationship with Peter…

Until a stormy Saturday night.

May was out of town for a family emergency, leaving Peter alone in his apartment for the weekend. Upon hearing Peter’s plight, Tony had offered him to stay at the tower for a few days, which Peter happily agreed to. Besides, how many people could say they got to sleep in THE Stark tower? Not a lot.

It was past midnight when the storm started picking up wind, the sound of the pouring rain being disrupted by frequent white flashes in the sky and violent thunder ringing throughout the tower. Peter groaned in discomfort, the loud noises disrupting his sleep and waking him up from his deep slumber.

God, what time was it?

He rolled over in bed and turned on his phone, the bright white numbers showing that it was 1:34 in the morning. It was way too early for him to be awake. He shut off his phone and rolled back onto his normal position, placing a pillow over his head in an attempt to block the loud noises and fall back asleep.

The thunder continued to roar, however, only seeming to get louder in volume. Frustrated, he kicked off his covers and noticed that he was feeling rather thirsty. Since he couldn’t fall back asleep, he decided to go downstairs into the kitchen of the tower for some water and maybe even a midnight snack.

Considering the time of the day, Peter wasn’t expecting anyone to be downstairs in the living room or the kitchen, which was right on the side of the living area space. So it was a surprise to Peter when he stepped off the elevator and saw that the television was still on and emitting a bright light onto the room.

‘Who the hell could be awake at this hour?’

Peter approached the television with curiosity, his eyes drifting to the side onto the sofa to see a figure shaking underneath a blanket. He couldn’t tell who the figure was, considering the blanket was wrapped tightly and over their entire body, so Peter cautiously paused the TV show on the screen and called out to the person.

“Um, hello?”

You carefully lowered your blanket and looked up at Peter, the tears in your eyes blurring your vision as you did so.

“(Y/n)?” muttered Peter, confused. He’d never seen you look so…. scared.

Another clap of thunder echoed throughout the room, causing you to jolt and tighten the grip around your blanket in panic. Your heart felt like it was being constricted with a rope as you broke out into a cold sweat, your entire body paralyzed in fear upon anticipating when the thunder would return.

Oh.

You were afraid of thunder.

Peter quickly sat down in front of you and placed his hand on your arm, causing you to look up at him slowly with teary eyes.

“(Y/n)- are you- um, god… Are you okay?”

He knew it was a stupid question to ask, but he was honestly at a lost for words upon seeing you like this. You tried to respond but the thunder once again cut you off, the harsh sound sending ripples of fear throughout your body and triggering a panic attack. You quickly started to lose breath and shake uncontrollably, causing Peter to instinctively reach out to you and pull you against his chest in a quick embrace.

Peter knew just too well how awful panic attacks felt, and just as May did with him, he began to slowly stroke your hair with his hand and whisper comforting things into your ear.

“Shhh, (Y/n), everything’s fine. You’re safe. There’s nothing to worry about.”

His tender voice melted like honey and slowly brought you out of your panicked state of mind, the warm of his body contrasting how cold yours was from pure fear. Your breathing slowed down as you started to find comfort in his arms, his sweet words and gentle actions allowing you to forget about your fears for a moment.

“W-why are you being so nice to me?” you asked, your voice hoarse from crying.

Peter continued to rub soothing circles onto your back as he spoke.

“Because I saw that you were in pain. A-and I don’t like to see you in pain, I-I guess.”

You pulled back out of his embrace in embarrassment, tucking a strand of hair over your ear before you wiped your tears away with your sleeve.

“T-thanks for helping me. Y-you can go now.” you replied, not wanting to seem vulnerable in front of Peter. You sat up straight and tried to put on an indifferent expression, only to fail when lightning struck across the sky and the awful sound of thunder returned. Peter placed his hand onto yours, squeezing it reassuringly and giving you a soft smile.

“You don’t have to act strong in front of me, (Y/n). It’s completely fine to be afraid.”

You slowly nodded in response, his touch far too comforting for you to pull away and your resolve now fully breaking down.

“I-I’ve read somewhere that um… affection and touch helps a lot with um, panic attacks and dealing with phobias like this. S-so, d-do you mind if I…. you know… hug you?” asked Peter carefully, his cheeks blushing a bright red as he spoke. You quietly muttered a quiet yes, allowing Peter to slide off your blanket and pull you close against him. You twisted around so you could rest your head on his chest and bent your legs so that Peter could wrap his arms around your entire body.

“A-are you comfortable?” asked Peter, concern still evident in his voice.

You nodded in response, the warmth of his arms already beginning to distract you from the thunderstorm outside. As the feeling of fear starting to dissipate, it soon got replaced with guilt.

“I’m sorry.” you whispered, causing Peter to look down at you in surprise.

“For what?” he questioned, confused.

You looked up at him earnestly.

“For being such a bitch, Peter.”

He opened his mouth to respond but you quickly cut him off.

“I-I was really horrible to you, Peter, and I owe you a big apology. I was just really jealous of you because of how much time you spent with my dad. I-it felt like you were taking my dad away from me and that allowed me to justify being mean to you for no reason…. You’re a really nice guy, Peter. I’m so sorry for being such a dick to you.”

Peter gave you a shy smile in return.

“T-thanks, but I owe you an apology too. I shouldn’t have sworn at you after our mission or made assumptions about you just because you were Mr.Stark’s daughter. I-I was just trying really hard to get you to like me, you know?”

“Because I’m Tony Stark’s daughter?” you asked, confused.

A light blush coated his cheeks.

“T-that, and also because I thought you were very c-cute from the first moment I saw you.”

You giggled quietly.

“Thanks Peter, I-”

You stopped talking when his warm hazel eyes stared back into yours. Had he always been this good looking? Why did you only now notice how handsome he was, with a sharp jawline and messy curls that perfectly framed his warm eyes and button nose? You had to remind yourself to stop staring and quickly looked down, your body suddenly feeling hot.

“I think you’re very cute too.” you finished, toying with the hem of your shirt in embarrassment.

The thunderstorm was beginning to become more calm, the skies still grey and the rain still pouring but the thunder now less frequent than before. Your eyes began to droop from exhaustion before you yawned, causing Peter to gently begin to lay you down. Your eyes shot open as you clutched his arm in protest.

“W-wait. Can you, um, stay here and hold me? Just until the thunderstorm passes?”

Peter nodded, allowing you to lie down before grabbing your blanket from the floor and draping it over your body. After making sure that you were comfortable, he slid up into the space next to you and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you close to the point where he could smell the aroma of your shampoo.

“Good night, Peter.” you whispered, already starting to doze off from the warmth.

Peter watched as your breathing evened out and you fell asleep, your body relaxing and your chest rising and falling in regular intervals. He took the moment to admire the way your body curved and brushed his fingers against your soft skin, savouring how pure and tender the moment was.

His feelings of hatred for you were all gone now, instead butterflies filling his stomach and warm feelings of affection and love clouding his mind as he pressed a kiss onto your forehead and began to relax.

He had never felt so comfortable as when he was holding you, and sleep came to him easily soon afterwards.

Peter and you stayed wrapped up in each other well into the next morning, only for Tony to walk into the living room and almost spit out the hot coffee he was drinking upon seeing the two of you cuddling on the couch. A small smile crept onto his face as he whispered to himself: “finally, those geniuses got together” and took out his phone to snap a picture of the two of you.

Tony then grabbed the blanket that you had dropped in the middle of your slumber from the floor and placed it on top of you and Peter, before exiting the room quietly. You then opened your eyes and turned around to see that Peter was still fast asleep, his arms still tightly locked around your waist.

You slowly tried to slip out of his grasp, only for him to strengthen his grip around your waist.

“Peter, it’s almost noon, we should get up.” you whispered, gently prodding him. Peter only groaned in response.

“Come on, (Y/n), let’s keep on cuddling.” he whined, causing you to giggle.

“Even if there’s no thunderstorm?” you teased before lying back down.

He snuggled into your shoulder and pulled the blanket over the two of you once more.

“Yes, even if there’s no thunderstorm.”

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a/n: I really hope this wasn’t shitty, cause I wrote this in a few hours and didn’t bother editing. Anyway, I got inspired to write this because last night it was INSANE. It was pouring rain, lightning strikes everywhere and the thunder was so loud. So while I’m not afraid of thunder, I was like... hmm.... perfect scenario for a fluffy peter fic. 

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SPOILERS AHOY (ISH)

It’s been like four years since I did a post like this, so here’s me dumping my thoughts on various, random things I’ve been into/thinking about lately.

I’ll be covering Miraculous Ladybug S3, Fire Emblem Three Houses, My Hero Academia, The MCU, Chocolate/Zen: Warrior Within, Pokemon SwSh, Victorious, BtVS/Angel, and Star Wars: RoS so just a warning for potential spoilers. Also, there will be salt and gushing, so proceed with caution.

Victorious

--> Ok, so this show came out when I was already in high school, so I think some of my opinions and takes on the show are going to contrast with the general consensus.

--> But I’m firmly in the pro-Tori Vega camp. Do I agree with her kissing Beck in the pilot? No. But considering that Jade humiliated her in front of her class for a small misunderstanding that could have been easily cleared up if Jade took five seconds to hear Tori out, I find it difficult to feel bad for Jade. Plus, Tori gets called out for this a couple of times in later episodes anyway. 

--> As for Cat’s BF, yeah, that was shitty too but A. He was originally Tori’s BF and they only broke up a year prior to the episode and B. Not only does Tori feel immediate remorse for what she does (spraying Cat with cheese and then kissing her bf in front of her), but she apologizes and never does anything like it again for the rest of the show. BTW, these are both season one incidents, so clearly Tori grows out of this.

--> Plus, I can relate to some of Tori’s awkward traits, like being kind of annoying, not having the best verbal comebacks and feeling pretty average.

--> On the other hand, I can’t stand Jade. Her attitude reminds me of a girl I used to be on and off friends with in middle school. She ended up embarrassing me in front of the cast of our fall play in eighth grade and never apologized for it. Plus she would say or do things that, in hindsight, made it clear she didn’t want me around.

--> But I mean, at least that girl didn’t steal a pint of my blood meant to be used in a mutual friend’s operation, so...

--> Although clearly, Rex the Puppet is the worst character on this show. Jade at least does stuff, why do we need to have Rex around...?

--> My ships are Tandre (Tori/Andre) and Catrina (Cat/Trina)! Tori and Andre always look like they have fun performing together or just hanging out, and their friendship is just so precious. I wish Cat and Trina had more scenes together, because I loved their road trip in “Tori the Zombie” and they’re both dysfunctional in their own ways, but trying their best!! 

BtVS/Angel

--> Nothing new really. But my Tandre feels reminded me how much I also loved Gunn/Fred and wished that they stayed together. Even their ship name, Funn, is precious and gahhhhhhh breaking them up was a mistake!

My Hero Academia

--> It took me like 3-4 years after watching the first episode, but I finally watched it.

--> I’m surprised by how much I really like Izuku. Like, I normally like the protagonist fine, but Izuku just really stood out to me. He’s socially awkward, but in a pretty understandable way, intelligent and passionate without using any of it to put other people down, and ofc he cares about his friends and saving other people because what shonen protagonist doesn’t? The only thing I don’t like about him is his hero worship of Bakugo, but that’s just my bias.

--> Oh, yeah, I don’t like Bakugo. 

--> Relating to Aizawa the most, and realizing that it’s because I’m getting older hukjdshfaskdnfj 

--> I don’t have a ship I’m the most invested in, but I like Izuku with both Todoroki and Uraraka, and I also like Uraraka with Tsuyu. Erasermic is also really good.

--> Not a fan of Eraserjoke. I don’t like the way she continues to ask Aizawa out and then plays it off as a joke when he rejects her like. Like, it’s such a high school thing to do, it’s so weird seeing two grown adults do it. Just take the L and move on, Ms. Joke. Not only is it creepy to continue asking someone out when they say no, it’s annoying to pretend that you didn’t really mean it because it makes it difficult to read you in future scenarios. 

Fire Emblem Three Houses

--> Love it love it love it.

--> Like Fire Emblem has always been more of my brother’s thing, but with Awakening, Fates and Three Houses introducing easier difficulty options, I’ve found it much easier to get into the series. Like, I’m a pretty casual gamer so I’m not looking for anything too challenging most of the time.

--> Ofc I knew going in I was picking Golden Deer, and I was not disappointed. I love everyone every single student in there. The atmosphere was so chaotic, that I just knew recruiting everyone that I could to make it more so just had to be done.

--> Claude and Hilda are the best lord and “retainer” respectively, don’t @ me.

MCU

--> Uh, I haven’t really kept up with MCU stuff since Endgame (which I didn’t care for tbh). I just wanted to remind everyone that I hate Tony Stark :)

Miraculous Ladybug S3

(me @ this entire season tbh)

--> I don’t really post much about ML on this blog anymore because I ended up making a side blog (for salt mostly tbh). But in case anyone doesn’t keep up with what happens over there, I basically hated this entire season lol.

--> Ok, I loved Silencer. Best episode in the season period, no questions asked. I also really liked Kwamibuster and Startrain. Desperada grew on me over time, while Bakerix was... okay, I guess. And Felix was entertaining, even if I felt that the message that they were trying to get across was forced and meant to shut the fandom up. Oblivio was good until that ending, and once Silencer came along, I quickly learned I had no use for it anyway. It being an amnesia episode did it no favors, either.

--> Just as I feared, the season revolved more around humiliating or putting Marinette in really embarrassing situations for the same of “drama”. The Puppeteer 2 is a really good example of this. And it’s upsetting, because none of this actually does anything for Marinette’s character. She’s not even allowed to breakdown or be upset about anything that goes wrong for her until the end of “Heart Hunter” and even that only lasts, like, ten seconds.

--> Also, I don’t ship the Love Square anymore. Lukanette all the way, baby.

--> Let’s be real, Marinette/Happiness should be the real OTP of the show.

--> The fact that every episode of season 4 is supposed to be as dramatic as Chat Blanc does not leave me hopeful for the future. Like, really, you’re going to use an episode in which an entire timeline’s worth of events gets erased and leaves everyone with no memories of it as the basis of your emotional impact going forward? Um, thank you, next.

Rise of Skywalker

--> Haven’t seen it and after seeing the spoilers, I don’t plan to. I really liked TFA, and was excited to see what they did with the Rey-Poe-Finn dynamic. I was not here for Kylo Ren or Reylo. I guess Finn/Rey is joining Tandre and Funn in my “missed opportunity OTPs” corner. D:

Chocolate/Zen: Warrior Within

--> OMG one of my fave movies of all time. Like I appreciate it more and more with age. It’s basically everything I want in a movie.

--> The scene where Zen discovers that her mom’s hair is falling out and she blames herself for it always gets me. Like I always forget about it, so when I see it again, I can’t help but nearly breakdown myself, because I know exactly what Zen’s thought process is without her even having to say anything. I feel just as overwhelmed as she does in the moment and nearly cry every time watching it.

--> One of the few movies that I wish actually got a sequel. Like I have so many questions that could be answered. How do Zen and Moom adjust to living in Japan? How does Zen’s father try to relate to her and Moom? Do they make any other friends? Will Zen get access to resources that will help her? Will they be further ostracized because of their status as outsiders? As someone who already struggles verbally, how will Zen adapt to living in a country that primarily speaks another language? 

Pokemon SwSh

--> Multiplayer is so much fun and wayyyy more accessible than in the past imo. A bunch of people at my martial arts school would do raid battles before classes, so I would always leave to get there early and play with them. 10/10 experience, and it makes me excited to get Animal Crosssing to do the same thing.

--> But on the other hand, I feel like this game has a lot less going for it than SuMo. I can’t quite put my finger on it, but it feels like too much is missing. Like I still enjoy it, but it’s more for the gameplay and less for the story. I’m also not nearly as invested in my team like I was last time (I loved my Sun team so much, I basically kept it the same for US, minus one or two changes). I’m trying to change it fits a “Psychedelic Ocean” vibe (Water/Psychic), and then do an “Earth” themed team for my Shield run but I just haven’t picked it back up since beating the game.

--> The characters were alright. I wasn’t as attached to any of the rivals like I was in SuMo. Leon is my bro though.

[oh1captain9my4captain2]

Chasing Time

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Warnings: mild language, labor, and some adorable bantering between your friendly neighborhood Avengers💙

Words: 1,300

With time constantly ticking by, the reader decides it’s finally time to start a family. With or without a man. So she recruits one of the Avengers for assistance. But how exactly will that pan out for them? (Part 9 of my series - Chasing Time)

The next day you had notice that some of the tension between you and Steve had finally subsided. You were relieved that he was finally able to be alone with you in the same room without the two of you feeling anxious, and were happy to have your friend back.

When he came into the living room you were relaxing on the couch with your feet propped up on a pillow. Recently you’d found yourself bingeing Once Upon A Time on Netflix; which was exactly what you were doing now.

To your surprise, he’d popped some popcorn, handed you a bowl, and plopped down on the other couch. “Extra butter, no salt,” he chimed in, tossing a handful into his mouth.

“You’re a real Prince Charming,” you laughed, referencing the show as you nibbled on it and continued to watch.

Without warning a shooting pain ran through your back, and you felt a sudden pressure in your lower abdomen begin to release. Sitting up on the couch brought no relief, and you thought you were going to pass out between the clear liquid that you’d noticed on the floor and the amount of sheer pain you were in.

“Oh, no,” Steve gasped, leaping from the couch to help you stand up.

“I can’t, I can’t; it hurts too much,” you cried, clenching your teeth to keep yourself from screaming.

“Friday, call Tony,” he panicked, sifting you into his arms as he carried you to the lab. He was hoping that Tony would be able to keep his promise to you of showing up in ten minutes or less.

Laying you down on the hospital bed that Tony had installed months ago for this exact occasion, you felt some of the pain begin to subside at the feeling of lying on your back. Sitting up had been a bad decision due to the pain, and you doubted you had the strength to do it again anyways.

Just then Tony Stark himself came busting through the door in his full Iron Man suit, and you’d never been so relieved to see him.

“Capsicle, out,” he demanded, pointing his thumb at the door, as he got everything ready for the delivery as quickly as he could.

“I’m staying,” Steve argued, standing his ground.

“Then suit up,” Tony said, throwing him a blue disposable gown to slip on over his regular clothes. They’d both put on a pair of gloves as well before Tony went to inspect the situation.

“Nuh-uh, I don’t think so,” Steve stopped him, refusing to let him check on the baby.

“This isn’t exactly the time for subtlety, Rogers. Either I help her, or you do it yourself,” he shot back, noticing how red Steve’s face got. “That’s what I thought.” Tony said, flatly, before urging you to push.

The amount of pain you were in made you want to scream at the top of your lungs. It felt like every bone inside your body was breaking, and you’d silently regretted ever getting yourself into this situation. You’d be damned to ever consider doing it again.

It went on for hours. The loud sobbing, pushing over and over again until you felt like you just couldn’t do it anymore. It was pure agony, but Tony and Steve were doing their best to help you through it. When Natasha finally got there with Clint and Banner, Steve stepped out to tell them how you were doing.

You were shaking as Tony promised you that this would be the last one, and you felt almost all of the pain release and subside. He lifted the baby into your arms and let him rest against your heaving chest as you tried to catch your breath.

“Congratulations; what’s his name?” Tony asked, relishing in the moment.

“Christopher Grant,” you explained pressing your cheek, gently, to your son’s forehead. There was no hiding the tears that had welled up in your eyes. He may have been small, and underweight, but he was still the perfect baby.

Tony stepped out to talk to the others, and Steve came back in. His breath caught in his throat, and his eyes grew damp at the sight of you holding his baby boy. There wasn’t a doubt in his mind that you were going to be an amazing mother.

Coming closer he began to notice the uncanny resemblance that the child had to him. The: dirty blonde hair, full lips, larger nose, and bright blue eyes, were all tell tale signs that he was the father. This baby was the spitting image of his daddy, and he couldn’t be more proud.

“Do you wanna hold him?” The question hung in the air after you’d asked it, but, soon enough, he came a little closer and held out his arms. He swayed back and forth, rubbing the pad of his thumb across his son’s cheek and feeling something wash over him that he had never felt before. It felt like peace; like no matter what happened from here on out he would always be happy.

“He looks just like you,” you smiled, feeling your cheeks start to burn.

Your calm surrounding had been short lived, though, as everyone came barging into the room yelling their congratulations.

“Aw! No fair! I wanted to be the first one to hold him!” Natasha whimpered, starting to pout like a child who didn’t get their way.

“Don’t tell me you’re making him the godfather? I mean, Steve wouldn’t know what to do with a kid even if he had one,” Banner said and you choked out a laugh in response.

“Natasha, you’re the godmother, and Tony...” you bit down on your lip, hoping he would say yes. “Would you consider being Christopher’s godfather?”

“I thought you’d never ask,” Tony smirked, placing his hand over where his heart should be as he pretended to get flustered.

“Oh, yeah, cause that’s gonna turn out great,” Clint quipped sarcastically as he let out a small laugh, shaking his head.

“On the bright side, that kid is gonna get some pretty damn good presents,” Banner said, weighing the idea in his head.

“Right, about that, Natasha, I hope you don’t mind? That sailor outfit you’re going to get him on his first birthday? Yeah, I’m gonna have no trouble beating that when I give him his first suit.” Tony chimed in, taking the opportunity to one up his friend.

“That better be a suit and tie, and not some kind of mini iron thing that I have to worry about?” You shot back, joining in on this newfound family feud.

“I’ll let you figure that one out for yourself,” Tony mumbled, knowing everyone could hear him perfectly well.

“Great, so if this kid is even half as cocky as you, he’ll still be twice as cocky as the average person.” Nat said, continuing to banter with him.

“Awesome is a blessing, not a curse, sweet heart. Some of us are born with greatness, and the others just end up as Captain America fans,” Tony explained, taking a shot at Steve.

“It’s alright, Tony, not everyone’s equipped to being a super soldier,” you defended him with a sly smile.

“Touché,” Tony commended, enjoying where this conversation had gone.

One by one they all passed Christopher around the room until it was finally time for everyone to go. Tony said you’d needed your rest, and he hadn’t been lying. It was Steve who still didn’t want to leave you, though. As tired as he was from all of this, he still wanted to spend these moments by your side. His adrenaline had kicked in before, but now he was completely exhausted. So he sat down again on the floor outside the lab, leaned his back against the wall and drifted off to sleep. Still fighting his inner battle of where his heart truly belonged.

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緣分 ⎪Yuanfen {3}

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader.

Summary: A relationship by fate or destiny; the blinding force of two people. But it is more difficult than that.

Warnings: None.

Word Count: 1462.

A/N: None.

All Rights Reserved. The author, me, don’t allow any type of copy or adaption.

IMPORTANT: Tony Stark is 45 years old in this story and the reader is 28.

"That was Thor's favourite mug!" Clint hollered when Y/N had completely destroyed it.

Natasha had decided, something that was obvious, that they had to help her handle her powers, but apparently, it wasn’t going to be as easy as they thought.

"It's okay." Thor responded quickly before Y/N could apologize. "It was my favourite cup, but it’s okay. You're learning to control your powers. I can buy another one anyway!" He beamed when he saw that the girl was a little embarrassed. And who wouldn’t be?

She had tried to grab a million things, and all of them had burned and disappeared. Now, in the living room and kitchen, there was a burning smell. Everyone could see that Y/N wanted to stop "practising" and that she preferred to sit on the floor without disturbing anyone and without having to pick up or touch anything.

"Could you get me the coffee pot in that little closet?" Steve pointed to one of the cabinets where they kept coffee and some other spices. "Try it." He offered a small smile.

“Try it, you can do it. Remember that minutes ago you were able to dress and nothing happened to the clothes."

She took a breath through her nose, trying to convince herself that she could do it. She imagined in her head how she would open the cabinet without any problem and how she would take out the coffee and then give it to Steve.

Her hand slowly gripped the handle of the cabinet.

"Can’t you ask her to take out something else?" Hawkeye's voice rang in the background, deconcentrating and ending the calm air that she was feeling. "I can’t live without coffee."

The door began to produce bubbles quickly and broke loose from the closet, falling to the floor. Y/N could feel her heart pounding and a lump in her throat. She looked at the others, who were looking back at her. She thought they were all angry when in fact they were worried about what she might be feeling. Nobody liked to fail.

Tony appeared, walking into the kitchen, finally leaving his lab for a while. He looked around and quickly knew what was happening. "Oh my goodness." He said when he examined the cabinet.

Y/N closed her eyes and bit her lower lip. Tony didn’t seem to be a bad person, but anyone would lose patience with her and her powers, or so she thought.

"Oh my goodness!" Tony repeated it again. "Thank goodness that someone has broken the cabinet! I already have the excuse I needed to be able to remodel the kitchen." He smiled when the young woman looked perplexed at him. "Thank you."

"I'm sure if it had been the other guy, he would have screamed at me." Bruce whispered beneath his breath.

"Probably." Clint murmured back. He scowled as he looked at the girl, but then noticed another gaze on him and decided to look for where it came from. Natasha. She looked at him furiously, and he knew immediately that she wasn’t pleased with the attitude he was having. Clint wasn’t going to accept her so easily.

"There is a room ready for you to spend the night." Tony addressed his words towards Y/N. "I hope it's up to your liking even though it’s not much. Tomorrow you could go with Natasha to buy clothes." He saw the girl open and close her mouth without stating anything. "Yes, that means you can stay in. As long as you help us and tell us anything you can remember about yourself, you can stay with us."

"Thankfully, the entire building has surveillance camer-" Clint couldn’t finish his sentence when a great force was against his stomach and then against his back. A great pain ran through his body. Thor had thrown his hammer at him, and Clint had ended up against a wall due to the force. Thor’s hammer against his abdomen, keeping him in place.

Everyone stared at Thor, in shock. "I was tired of his remarks." He muttered, glancing sideways at the new girl. In the past, Thor had had to endure derogatory comments, and he knew that despite ignoring them, those comments could do a lot of damage.

"Good thing, I was going to hit him." Natasha reacted, relieved.

"The other guy almost appears because of his comments."

"I don’t believe in violence to solve problems until it is necessary." Steve paused, looking at his friend who was trying to take the hammer off. Then, he looked at Y/N. "And this was necessary." "I think we all need to go to bed already." The captain added.

A great pain flooded her head. She tried to think about where she had come from and why there was a constant pain in her heart. She felt that she was trying to escape from someone, but from whom? Who was she trying to escape from and why didn't she remember anything?

She tried to stop thinking, but every time she tried to ignore those thoughts, they flooded back in a more aggressive way.

Lying on "her bed" looking towards the ceiling of the room, there were small stickers in the form of stars that illuminated part of the room. She couldn't help but smile.

She leaned on her right side and closed her eyes, letting the soothing smell of the sheets help her sleep and calm her heartbeat. And when it seemed that her body was falling into a dream abyss, a few small knocks at the door sounded.

She got up from the bed trying not to touch anything with her hands and slowly approached the door. She was afraid to open it, thinking that those people who were looking for her could be behind the door with the mission of capturing her or doing something horrible. But at the thought that it could be Tony, she managed to turn the doorknob without damaging it.

When she opened the door, the smile disappeared from her face. There was no one there.

She was going to close the door when she realized there was a package wrapped in a green paper on the floor. She crouched down, sat on the floor and looked at the package curiously before opening it or touching it. She noticed that there was a white note on top of the package.

'I think they will be of help, I designed them myself. Tony S :) '.

The smile returned to her face and she quickly opened the package and the smile disappeared again from her mouth when she saw what Tony had designed for her.

Gloves.

They were red gloves with some details in light blue. Y/N realized that when she was in the kitchen with the other Avengers, Tony had not been with them. He had been in his laboratory creating gloves that would allow her to touch things without burning them until she learned to control her powers.

She noticed how her eyes filled with tears and she felt guilty for some reason, but at the same time, she was happy that someone cared about her. Without taking another second, she put on her gloves and went back to her room, closing the door behind her.

Tony was hiding at the end of the corridor, trying to see Y/N's reaction after having created those gloves for her. For a moment he couldn't see her reaction because her hair covered her face, but then he could see a big smile and couldn't help but smile back. Then, he felt a small pain in his chest, his reactor seemed full of energy for some reason.

⎪ MASTERLIST ⎪

“What happens when two people meet by fate but it is physically impossible to be together?”

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