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Lost In Zero Gravity (P.12)

Title: Lost In Zero Gravity (Part Twelve) Summary: Fem!Reader x Mob Boss!Tony Stark x Mob Boss!Steve Rogers. Reader is a call girl who runs high end parties. She catches the attention of Tony Stark who invites her back to his room with his friend. She might have performed too well because she becomes their new favorite play toy and they don’t like to share. Words: 5,997 Warnings (for the fic in entirety): Smut, prostitution, infidelity, angst, domestic violence, stalking, possessive behavior Author’s Note: This is longer than normal, my b. And did I also just watch Iron Man 2 recently? Maybe. Also, I can’t help but to mention Pepper because I love her so much. Even if it’s off to the side. She’s still a queen. I also apologize for the French because I used google translate.

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One of their guys – Dasco, you had been briefly introduced to, you had not seen him before tonight – was waiting outside the car since he was sitting in the middle row of seats and had to put the seat forward to let you into the back. You had no desire to sit in between Steve and Tony again after what they had just subjected you to. As you approached the car, you did not break stride as you shoved the seat back so you were able to maneuver your way into the middle set of seats in front of them and you settled into the center one.

Dasco made no move to get into the car beside you you saw out of your peripherals as you reached to grab your seatbelt. You heard movement from your left side where Steve was sitting but it stilled all of a sudden.

“Y/N,” you heard Tony start dangerously from the right. “You’ve got ten seconds to rethink that and get your ass back here.”

You considered ignoring him and buckling your seatbelt. But you thought of Dasco – or even worse, one of them – dragging you from the car in front of your grandma who could still plainly see the SUV in the driveway. Exhaling annoyed, you stiffly got up and got back out of the car. Dasco flipped the seat forward again and you peered into the back where Steve and Tony were waiting. Steve’s hand on his knee was taut, his stare hard; your first obstacle into the back seat was getting past him. You crawled in, him not moving an inch, causing you to have to drag your ass across his legs in the process. You plopped into the center seat between them, snug as a bug.

Tony patted your leg, “Good choice. See? Goes so much better when the rules are followed.”

You said nothing not trusting yourself to be calm, digging your hand down by Steve’s thigh to grab the seatbelt clicker. He was still unmoving, and you held back a scowl having to dig deeper, brushing his ass. Clicking your seatbelt in place, you sat back, staring at nothing. You wiped at your eyes again, trying to clean up your mascara.

Tony was already on his tablet, working on something. You could not make heads or tails of what he did, so you did not even bother trying to pay attention. You snuck a look and saw Steve was looking at his stocks. Typical. Bending forward, you grabbed your purse and got your phone out. Opening up your décor app, you set to trying to distract yourself with it.

“Y/N, I think you also owe Terrence an apology,” Steve told you firmly. “Just so you make all the amends you need to for your stupid actions as of late.”

Your gaze snapped to the review mirror where you saw Terrence peering at you from the driver’s seat. He was not going to move the car until you did as you had been told.

“I’m sorry for drugging you,” you said stiffly. “You were an innocent bystander.”

You noticed Tony’s lips twitch like he was going to smirk, amused. He hid it though when he saw he had drawn your attention.

A few moments of silence passed before Terrence replied, “At least you gave me some good vodka to bring me down.”

<><><>

You fell asleep along the drive, waking up with your head resting on Steve’s shoulder, much to your annoyance. You had purposely fallen asleep with your head back on the seat, but you must have rolled to the side. You rolled away from him, trying to make as much space as possible which was virtually impossible, but you tried, nonetheless. Steve cracked his eyes open to side eye you, having dozed off himself.

Looking out the windows, you noticed you were back in the city, very close to home.

Picking up your purse, you dug in. Your brow furrowed as your hand searched not finding what you were digging for.

“Looking for something?” Steve asked dryly, eyes fully open now.

Settling back into the seat, you asked tightly, “Can I have my phone back?” On cue, Tony handed you a phone, but it was not your phone. Irritated, you said, “This isn’t mine.”

“It is now,” Tony answered. “Your SIM card is in this one now, it’s just under my plan. It was hell tracking you down with your other one. Thankfully, Tatiana doesn’t like her shit being broken and your grandma was nice enough to tell Daryl what club you were at. But I will not be wasting my time or energy like that again even with that help.”

You rounded on him as much as you could in the confined space and demanded, “What did you do to Tatiana?”

Tony shrugged, “Nothing to her. Just broke some shit. Like I said.” Clenching your teeth, you stared down at the new phone. Tony reached over tapping it, “Like I said, everything’s in there from your old phone.” Tears stung your eyes and you sat back defeated. “Love, come on. It was just a phone.”

“I liked my old phone case,” you said pathetically. That was true and it would not fit this new phone. But it definitely went deeper. Your phone was one thing that had been yours and yours alone. You had paid for it yourself, you had your own plan, it was something independent.

“Then order it again but sized to this,” Tony said flippantly. “It’s not that hard, Y/N.”

“I don’t want to do that! I want my phone!” you exclaimed, on the brink of absolutely losing it. You tossed the phone past your legs onto the ground in frustration.

“Stop being a brat. It’s not cute,” Steve snapped from beside you, his hand coming to your thigh and his fingers digging in painfully. “Now pick up that damn phone and stop with the dramatics. I’ve frankly had my fill of them. You’ve reached your quota, Y/N. Reel it back in now.” Steve was burning a hole through you with how he was staring at you and you tore your gaze away from him, bending forward and swiping the phone off the ground. His voice was taut when he spat, “Thank you.”

Tony picked up your purse for you from the ground and held out his hand. You handed the phone to him and he placed it inside and tossed the purse onto your lap.

Thankfully, Daryl pulled up along the sidewalk outside of the apartment building to end the situation.

Steve let go of you as the doors to the sidewalk opened, Dasco and the other, Raphael, getting out before Raphael let the seat up to let Tony crawl out. You began to follow him, but Steve grabbed you roughly again, stilling your movement before you could get fully out of the seat.

“Lucky for you and that pussy of yours, I’m needed back at home,” he fumed.

You were silent, seeing the anger swimming in his eyes. He was furious about the whole ordeal, that was apparent.

“Behave for Tony.”

You only had a moment to ponder what that meant before the back opened where your bag was and Daryl dug in, invading the bubble Steve and you had been holding. He let go of you and settled back in the seat, his glare still directed at you. You inhaled sharply before resuming your exit of the car.

Tony led you inside the apartment building past the doorman and the front desk to the elevator. He was carrying your bag, Daryl stopping in the lobby at the desk to flirt with the front desk receptionist as he usually did. You were sure he was banging her. Terrence got into the elevator with the two of you. Again, Tony’s hand was at the small of your back leading you down the hall from the elevator to the apartment, keeping you on the path. His keys jangled as he let the two of you into the apartment, pushing you in ahead of him. Your eyes scanned the room – nothing had changed. It had only been a few days, so that should not be much of a shock. But you certainly felt trapped again, knowing you were stuck back in here. There was no way they were going to give you your apartment key back.

Luna meowed from one of her cat towers at you, drawing your attention. Tony was at your back and he said, “Oh yeah, got her back. That cat is also mine, so maybe consult me next time, yeah?”

He left your back, moving down the hallway towards the bedroom. It was early in the morning and you just wanted to go back to sleep. You turned, following him down the hallway to the bedroom lethargically.

There was a travel bag on one of the side chairs by the window and you furrowed your brow because it was not yours. Tony was holding yours as he placed it on the other chair.

Tony turned around, spotting your confused look. He cleared his throat and then said, “Oh, right. Sorry. I’m staying here for a while. Giving the missus some space until she decides to stop being a bitch. Looks like we are bunking together.”

The last thing you wanted to do was to sleep next to him.

“I’ll take the couch then,” you muttered, turning around tiredly.

You heard him coming up behind you quickly and his hands closing in on your waist and arm stopped you, pulling you flush to him. Nuzzling into your neck he said, “Come on, love. Cross my heart, won’t touch you once we are in there settled in. We can both sleep in the bed. Soundly and sweetly. I won’t even complain if you wake up in the middle of the night and turn the TV on because you can’t sleep.”

You hated he knew you so well.

He laid a soft kiss on your cheek and you went rigid. He noticed, sighing heavily. His hand at your arm left, but his one at your hip lingered, his fingers circling softly.

“You’re upset. That’s okay. But you can sleep in the bed with me. There’s enough space. Right? It’s a king.”

Remembering Steve’s threat, you gritted, “Yeah.”

“Good girl,” Tony praised softly, letting his other hand fall. He moved around you towards the door. “I’m going to get ready for bed. I’ll join you shortly.”

He left the room and you turned back towards the bed, staring at it. He must have been already staying here because the bed was unmade – you had left it made, a habit. His wife must have kicked him out the day of and he had come here for safe haven. Your eyes fell to the end of the bed, thinking of you cowering there when his wife had assaulted you. You could not think about that. Tearing your eyes away, you moved towards your dresser, going to fetch some clean boxers to change into.

You got onto your side, your back to him trying to be as far away from his as possible whenever he got back from the bathroom.

When he walked back in, he turned the light off, shrouding the room in darkness. The bed dipped with his added weight on the other side, the comforter shifting as he covered himself. He was keeping his word though, staying on his side of the bed, adjusting the pillows. You relaxed only slightly, hoping it would stay that away, that he was not going to force anything onto you. Especially not after all the shit that had happened earlier tonight.

The room was quiet, the two of your breaths filling the space. You shifted, burying yourself further into your pillows, trying to will yourself to fall asleep. For how tired you were, you had worked yourself back up again.

Tony broke the silence, “I am sorry.”

Your eyes popped open at the sentence, your brow furrowed in confusion. Unable to help yourself, you turned your head to look at him. His hands were folded behind his head, his upper chest exposed. When he felt you move, his head turned to meet your gaze. “About my wife being a psycho and having you in that position. And with your grandma. That went… a little far.” You refrained from saying anything despite all the expletives you wanted to hurl at him at the emotions all of those memories brought up. He respected your silent treatment and did not press you to respond, “Just thought that needed to be said. Feels it was owed if you know what I mean.”

Not knowing how else to respond to it, you said quietly, “Thanks.”

He nodded, turning his head back and closing his eyes.

Confused immensely by that turn of events, you slowly turned back over, tucking your pillow back underneath your head. Silence blanketed the room again and you knew that was really the good night.

<><><>

Groggily, Tony walked into the kitchen, shirt still missing and in his boxer briefs, finding you working already on food for dinner. You pointed at the counter and said, “The jam and peanut butter are already out if you want to make yourself some toast.”

“No, too early,” Tony grumbled walking over to the counter. He furrowed his brow and asked, “Where’s the coffee?”

“In the bag.”

“Then what roused me from sleep?”

“Probably the cold bed,” you quipped not turning around as you poured more spices into the bowl you were using to collect them all.

You felt his eyes burning into the back of your head as you moved to pull the chicken from the fridge. As you approached the island again, you looked at him, finding him staring at you as you suspected. “What?”

“Nothing,” he said before moving to go make himself coffee.

He poured out his serving into the coffee filter and pressed start. Coming back over to the island, he watched you put the chicken breast into the bag and pour some soy sauce, fresh garlic, and vegetable oil over it.

“What are you doing?”

“Making a marinade.” Tony looked surprised and you said, “You tell me to buy groceries and then are confused when I do something with them?”

“Love, attitude,” Tony tsked. He peered towards the spice bowl you were working with. “What spices are you using?”

“Cloves, fennel, cinnamon, anise, cayenne, nutmeg, salt, pepper, thyme. It’s not the exact recipe but I like it more.”

He rose his brows and muttered, “Jesus. Who knew you were a little chef?”

“Happens when you have a parent who has cooking for a hobby. Rubs off on you. Do you want me to thaw you a piece in the microwave – cause sorry, I thawed mine in the fridge overnight – and add it to the bag for dinner?”

That comment amused him and he cracked a smirk, leaning on the counter. “You sound like a proper housewife, dear.”

“Well, it would be rude of me to not offer to make you some when I’m already making it for myself,” you told him honestly as you moved the wet ingredients around the chicken already in the bag.

His fingers traced your hip lightly watching you. “Are you going to poison me?”

“What good would that do me to poison myself as well in the process?” you deadpanned, looking at him.

Tony’s lips stretched into a smile and he chortled. “You’re lucky I’m not as high strung as our friend Steven.”

Swallowing your pride, you turned your body more towards him, pressing against him. “Is that a yes or no? Just so it can all marinade together in the same bag. I wanna throw the spices in over all the chicken I’m going to be cooking with.”

Tony’s gaze fell to your cleavage exposed through your silk robe before trailing back up to your face. He smiled again, leaning in and giving you a slow kiss. You were tense but tried to force yourself to relax.

“Impress me,” Tony winked before pulling away to go pour himself some coffee.

“Where’s Steve?” you asked, your curiosity getting the better of you as you moved the spices around now.

“Busy wooing his wife. He took her on a trip,” Tony answered you honestly.

So, the trip he had mentioned to your grandma had not been a lie. You were just not invited. That made you even more upset with him if possible. You made a disgruntled noise as Tony poured his coffee.

“Well, I’m gonna wanna grill these upstairs tonight. So, when are you going to be home or can one of the guys take me up to the roof to do so?”

Tony took a drink of his coffee and shrugged. “If you’re actually going to make me dinner, I’ll be home whenever you tell me to.”

“Seven then.”

He winked again, “Seven it is” before he turned, taking his coffee back down the hallway. “I’m gonna lay in bed and watch the news.”

You watched him leave, your eyes narrowing. He was acting normal… like nothing had happened. That set you on edge, but you decided it was better to play along with it. Maybe he was really trying to make amends.

<><><>

The following evening, you heard the bathroom door open as you were showering, and saw Tony enter. The shower was an open one, only a pane of glass on half, the opening walk in. The glass pane was fogged up but you could still see him as he began to strip as soon as the door was closed behind him. You walked over to the opening, running your hands through your wet hair to greet him but you stepped back seeing the blood on his shirt as he took it off.

He noticed you were staring, and he shrugged the shirt off, tossing it onto the ground.

“That was a long time coming for that complete waste of space,” Tony told you, sounding unperturbed. He offered, “Would it make you feel better if I washed my hands first before getting in?”

“Yes,” you said warily.

He shrugged and turned towards the sink, turning the water on. You watched his back muscles work as he scrubbed at his hands, washing them not twice but three times for you. Your eyes fell to the shirt again, taking in the blood splattered across it.

“I’m gonna burn it, don’t worry,” he told you catching your attention again as he wiped his hands on his trousers to dry them. Those went off next and he kicked off his socks. He must have left his shoes at the door. He gestured at you to move back and you did, allowing him access into he shower. He hissed against the water temperature and said, “Do you like to feel like you’re in hell?”

He pressed flush against you, his gaze burning into yours as he reached behind you to adjust the water temperature.

“That’s better. Jesus,” he muttered, lingering against you. “It was like you were trying to melt away.”

“I like it hot,” you retorted.

“Me too,” he chuckled, leaning down and kissing you. “Just in different ways.”

You rolled your eyes and turned away from him, but his arms wrapped around you, pulling you back to his chest.

“You were made to be worshipped,” Tony husked, his lips trailing along your shoulder, ending at your neck. His hands ran up between your breasts, cupping them tightly. He squeezed at your nipples as he sucked at your neck.

How hands that had murdered someone were so compassionate with you was beyond you.

“Tony, I need to condition my hair—” you started to argue, trying to free yourself from his grasp.

“You have dry conditioner. And don’t lie to me, I’ve seen it in the cupboard above the sink,” he argued back, his hand slipping down to your sex, his fingers pressing past your folds. “And if it’s that important, you can finish cleaning up after. I know I’m going to have to.”

Knowing he was not going to relent, you yielded to his touch, falling back into his embrace. He hummed in approval, his fingers diving deeper, squeezing at your clit gently. You pressed back against his pelvis and he chuckled, his lips trailing soft kisses up your shoulder. He played with your sex, dragging his fingers up and down, working you up.

“Gotta get you good and wet for me, right, baby?” You nodded in approval and he laughed, nipping at your neck, his other hand taut around your throat. “But not too much. I want that pretty pussy clenching around my cock, not my fingers.”

Tony shut the water off. “Don’t need any slipping hazards here.”

Pressing back, you presented to him, hating giving into your desire so soon, but also wanting the release he had started to press you towards. Tony let out a throaty chuckle, his hand trailing up your ass before he smacked, causing you to gasp. He smacked again and you let out another noise. “You’re so adorable, love.”

His cock dragged up your ass, pressing your cheeks against his cock. He slid up and down, exhaling shakily. “How are you so perfect?” he breathed, his hand coming back up to snake around your neck, the other at your hip.

He entered slowly and you breathed steadily as his hand flexed on your neck as his cock slid deeper. He was fully seated inside you and you shuddered, dipping your head. You clenched around him, trying to will him to move but he ignored it. He was still, holding you in place as you held him inside you.

“You like that? Being full of my cock?” he husked, his hand tightening on your hip. You nodded fervently, just wanting him to move, to do anything. His chest pressed against your back and his lips brushed your ear, “Say it.”

“Yes, I love it. Tony, Jesus, please just fuck me!”

He let out a laugh before he pulled out, his head almost leaving you before he slammed back in, jolting you against the wall. Your fingers dug into the tile as he drove up into you repeatedly with all his force. You were not quiet, falling into the rhythm of him thrusting into you and feeling his cock brush your g spot. You adjusted your hips trying to get him to hit it more and he laughed, getting the gist of what you were doing.

“Oh baby, you know the best angle for that is you face down.”

In a fluid motion, his hand fell from your throat and he pulled out of you. You whined in disapproval.

“Don’t be disappointed yet, love,” he told you, his hand coming to your shoulder and forcing you to your knees. “Get that ass up for me.”

You immediately did as he asked, and you felt him prodding at your entrance before he slipped back in. You cried out as he hit you full on and he groaned in approval hearing your praise. His hands were gripping your hips as he plummeted, impaling you against the tile of the bed of the shower. He was unrelenting, as if he was letting out the last week’s of pent up lust right into you. And you were relishing in it, racing.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you gasped feeling yourself spiraling quick.

“Come for me, baby,” Tony demanded, his hip snapping quicker.

That was all the permission you needed. You did as he ordered, your walls constricting and animalistic cries leaving your lips. Tony growled in approval, his thrusts becoming shallow. And he released, holding up your limp frame as he emptied inside you.

His grip laxed and you collapsed further into the tile, still trying to bring your own heart rate down.

“Shit,” he breathed after a minute, fully pulling away, leaving his cum dripping out of you. He stood up, stretching his body out.

You followed his lead and he helped you get to steady grounding. His nose nuzzled into your neck again and he walked with you towards the front of the shower, you letting him guide you. He pulled the handle, turning the water back on, thankfully at a reasonable temperature.

“Let’s clean ourselves up,” he murmured, kissing at your cheek, still holding you tight.

Tony pulled you back into the line of water, still holding you close. He reached behind him, grabbing the bar soap and he foamed his hands in front of you with the soap before placing it back. His hands ran up and down your frame, cupping and dipping, lathering you up. You relaxed, letting him clean you. His hands snaked between your legs and he cleaned himself from between your thighs.

Turning around, you looked up at him and he smiled, his hands coming around to massage at your ass. The water dripped around you, cleansing the soap from your frame. He rinsed his hands of the soap.

He broke the silence by saying, “The trip got moved up. We’re going to leave tomorrow.”

“Excuse me?” you asked confused.

He wiped at the water running down his face and said, “The trip. The one Steve told you about at your grandma’s – sorry, I know, still a sore subject. But the one planned for you.”

“But… he’s on a trip. Without me.”

Tony cocked an eyebrow and asked, “Yeah, he is. Which is why you’re coming with me on mine. Just to keep an eye on you and all, love.” He did not trust to leave you here by yourself apparently. So, not only were you not allowed to have your key again, you could not spend copious amounts of time here alone if they were not in the city. He grabbed the soap and lathered up his hands again, for himself now you guessed. “It’s gonna be four days. Although, about 26 hours will be spent on a plane. But Monaco.”

“Monaco…?”

Washing his chest, Tony nodded. “Mhmm.”

“Where is that?”

“Oh, southside of France. Little country.”

“For what?”

“That’s not anything you have to worry your pretty little head about,” Tony purred, his lips meeting yours again sensually. He pulled away and started washing himself down. “When we get back though, I will be going on another trip but that’s with the kids. So, you’ll stay here but Steve will be back by then. And I’ll tell him to be nice to you like he should be. He’ll behave himself, trust me, love.”

He winked at you before adjusting the shower head to aim more towards his body.

<><><>

You walked through the bar, Tony stopping you to pause at the camera. “Smile, baby,” he ordered you through his teeth and you did as he asked, trying to be natural. He guided you along further and whispered, “Well, that’s not going to make the missus happy. But, I should have assumed paparazzi would be here. I mean it is a highly publicized race.” Your eyes moved to the windows, looking out over the racetrack. “I did come here to speak business though.”

Since you had arrived in France, it had been getting off Tony’s plane, into a car, driving here, and sleeping. When you had been roused, it was to get ready and get yourself preened for this event. Tony had given you a bodycon red dress to put on for the event and he had winked at you when he said it was his color.

He brought you to the bar and his hand was flat against your hip, holding you to his side.

“Mimosa?” he asked quietly. “It is only 10:30 and that won’t draw too many suspicions.”

You met his gaze and said, “Vodka.”

His face broke into a smile and he chuckled, “That’s my girl” as the bartender came in front of him. “A screwdriver for my lovely date here and bourbon straight.”

When the two of you turned around, there was a man standing there with two men behind him.

“Laurie, I didn’t expect to see you but what a wonderful surprise,” Tony said politely, not being one to be caught off guard so easily. “You do have a racer today though, do you not? What a coincidence, so do I.”

The man he addressed, Laurie, shot a look at you before meeting Tony’s eyes again. He said something in French to Tony that you could not understand. They had a small conversation that got tighter the longer it went on and you were growing uncomfortable with each passing second with the growing tension. You took a long drink of your screwdriver.

Laurie’s eyes ran over you again lewdly and he said something to Tony that had Tony smile but there was no humor in his eyes. His fingers held tighter at your hip at it. His tone was frigid when he responded, “Vous pouvez parier que je ne perdrai pas car c’est mon jouet préféré.” (You can bet I won’t lose because its my favorite toy)

In response to Tony’s cold response, Laurie’s lips stretched across his lips in a challenging smile.

Turning his gaze back to you, Laurie said, in English, “You should hope Stark wins.”

Shooting Tony a dangerous look, he snapped his fingers at the men behind him before walking off, them following him.

Tony let out an annoyed breath and took a long drink of his bourbon, smacking his lips. “Fucking prick,” he muttered.

“Something wrong?”

“No. Nothing. Rival boss. He owns Blanchet Industries.”

“You’re lying. Something went wrong,” you accused him.

Tony turned his head to look at you and you stared back expectantly. He could not lie to you about that, it was plain as day something had transpired.

Seeing your defiance, he shrugged. “He’s mad I’m meeting with the man I am meeting with later. And he wanted to bet on the race.”

“Okay?”

“It’s not a big deal, love,” he said. “I’ll win. I’ll make sure of it.”

You did not like the sound of that but you followed his lead as he began to walk. He took a long drink of his bourbon again. The two of you approached a table with three people you had not seen before. You looked over your shoulder, not seeing any of Tony’s men in the room anymore. They had left the two of you at the door; were you to be that protected in this room? You felt some relief though the moment you saw Daryl coming through the crowd towards the table.

Pulling one of the chairs out from the table, Tony gestured for you to sit, tapping your ass.

“Nice of you to finally show up,” one of the men said, sitting rigid in his chair.

“Nice to see you too, Rhodey,” Tony responded as you sat down. He pushed your chair in and finished off his bourbon before placing it on the table. “I need to use the restroom. Love, this is Rhodey, Pepper, and Happy. Just sit tight with them. I’ll be back before you know it.”

He kissed the top of your head and strode off before you could even get a word out. Gaping like a fish, you watched him walk off. You felt the air shift beside you and Daryl was sitting down at the table.

“Daryl,” the other man – Happy, you assumed – greeted him.

“Happy,” he said in return.

You looked around the table and found Rhodey was the only one giving you a friendly smile out of the three. You settled back into the chair, putting your clutch on the table. You took another deep drink of your screwdriver.

“How are you enjoying Monaco?” Rhodey asked you, trying to make small talk. You leaned into it, trying to find some comfortability about being thrust at this table with people you did not know.

And it went well enough until Pepper gasped from across the table, leaning onto it. You followed her gaze to the TV, seeing Tony was on the TV. Your eyes bugged seeing he was in a racing suit. He had not told you he was going to be racing and you watched in shock as the roster flew up on the screen and the original driver’s name was replaced with his.

“Did he tell you he was going to do this?” Pepper demanded at Daryl.

Daryl shook his head, “No, ma’am.”

On the TV, Tony was telling the interviewers, “What’s the use of having and owning a race car… if you don’t drive it?”

“I’m gonna kill him.” Pepper breathed from across the table. “If he doesn’t kill himself, I’m going to kill him.”

You sat there in shock watching him getting geared up and into the racecar. Spotting a waiter, you reached out, stopping their movement. “Um, can I get shots for the table? Two for me, actually.” The waiter nodded and walked off. You looked back at everyone and saw their expressions. “What? He drives me insane too. Just let me handle it the way I do best.”

You looked back at the TV seeing him pull away from the pit stop.

Laurie’s words from just a handful of minutes before came back to you.

You should hope Stark wins.

Your fingers were digging into the back of your chair as you were glued to the screen. You only turned away when the shots came back and you rifled one down your throat. Your knuckles were pale the whole race, your hands gripping the chair. You only relaxed when you saw him come in third, two cars before Blanchet Industries’ car.

Tony hopped out of his car, waving at the cameras, looking triumphant. You turned back to the table and took the other shot. You noticed everyone else’s original shot glasses were empty too and at least you had done them that solid of giving them some liquid relaxation even if they had not taken the shots with you.

When he came back up to the table, he was back in his suit.

Pepper hopped from the table and got in his face, hissing at him, pushing him away from the table, and he was talking quietly back to her. The two of them were suspended in argument and you watched curiously.

Daryl leaned over and said, “She’s CEO now of Stark Industries. She’s gonna have to do some PR on this.”

Tony did not seem to calm her down, but he found an avenue to get out of the conversation which looked like basically just walking out of it. He came over to your chair and said, “Come on, Y/N. We have a private pool back at the villa. I need to relax. I got pretty tense during that race.”

Stumbling out of the chair because he was pulling you, you steadied yourself, throwing a look back at Daryl who shrugged as he got out of the car to follow the two of you. You matched Tony’s stride, moving past the paparazzi.

Out on the patio, you demanded, “You really threw everyone off guard and for what? Why did you have to win so badly? Why did you race?”

“Because he wanted to win you if I lost,” Tony responded out of the corner of his mouth as you walked down the stairs.

You stopped, causing him to stumble for once. He turned back to look at you as it clicked he had put your ass on the line because of his fucking ego? He could have told the guy to fuck off but he had accepted that bet? And then just raced?

Scoffing, you pushed away from his side, glaring up at him, rage tearing up inside you.

Tony’s expression melted to vexation, knowing the contempt rising up in you, “Y/N, sweetheart…”

“You’re an asshole!” you snapped at him before turning sharply and storming away from him towards the car where Terrence was waiting.

~~~

Forever tags: @coconutqueen21 @undecidedsworld

Fic tags: @icant-hangout-imdrumming @oceaniamaddness @multifandom-superlover @imsonick @holl2712 @here4thefanfics

#tony stark x reader #steve rogers x reader #dark tony stark #dark steve rogers #dark marvel fic #dark marvel #my shit

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itsuki-minamy · 4 years ago

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FOUR SEASONS OF K: “TRICK OR TREAT”

Translation: Naru-kun

Raws: Ridia

"Trick or Treat."

A boy's high-pitched voice resonates in the night city. It is the ghosts, witches, vampires and other things that do not exist in this world that cross the crosswalk. He put a lot of candy in the basket in his hand and spent the day.

Looking at the group from right to left, a boy in a pumpkin mask muttered.

"This is Jack, I've reached point Q. I'm ready to go!"

It looks like a pumpkin ghost, but inside is a cutting-edge head-mounted display with a modified "Jungle" mask. Of course, it also has the best communication devices. The other party's voice heard from the headphones was clear.

"This is the Wisp. Okay, Jack. Currently, the plan is on the way. Please wait as you are."

"Hey, what does that mean, Nagare?"

Spontaneously, Jack uttered such a thing, ignoring the codename that was originally decided for Sukuna and Nagare. Nagare listens to him immediately.

"Jack, I'm a Wisp now. Call me that."

"Hah... I understand, Wisp."

"And answering the question. This mission has a very significant meaning. I explained it beforehand."

"I know, but it is too easy."

Of course, there is nothing more to think about Nagare, the Green King. Whether local or global, you are determined to have great meaning. On the other hand, Sukuna sometimes thinks this way and starts doing stupid things that even elementary students do.

"It's too boring to just watch. Wasn't there a mission for the blues like this?”

Such a situation can occur. So you are there.”

"Can I take off this mask?"

"Negative. Today is Halloween, so wear it to the end. By the way, I also wear a Wimya Wisp mask."

He really murmured into his mouth. He thinks it is serious. There is no need for Nagare to hide his face in the "secret base", but he is not the one to speak.

Shizume-cho is a lively city even at night, but today it is stimulated. All the people who pass by are dressed in costumes, and the young people who are yelling from the bar are yelling in the street. Humans who are drunk on the street, even though they have not yet reached the top, are not alone.

Sukuna watches those scenes through the mask. Among the people who enjoyed Halloween, more than a dozen was highlighted in green. A young man in a vampire who laughs with a reddish face, a salaried worker leaning against a vending machine, and children pretending to be a ghost in white sheets are dyed green.

Members of the "Jungle" clan. Participants in this mission.

The time display in the upper right corner showed 23:59.

People highlighted in green begin to move. The young vampire says goodbye to his friends and leaves the office, the employee swallows the crowd and the ghost company rushes into the park. There was a high-pitched voice in his ear.

"Trick or Treat" is the name of the mission even in the virtual world. Please begin.''

At that time, the time display showed 00:00. Sukuna makes a clerical voice.

"It is understood. Five, with J-Rank authority, the mission begins.”

The HMD's integrated voice recognition system responded to the voice and sent a mission command to multiple ranges. After a few seconds of delay, Sukuna's vision of the people highlighted in green lifted the cookies all at once.

At high sound, the voices echo at the same time.

"Trick or Treat!"

At that moment, as if the player had fallen, the city of Shizume-cho was covered in darkness.

Sukuna gets up and starts walking.

The silence did not last for a second. After the buzz, a panicked voice rises.

"What is this? Blackout?"

"Ah, but is the terminal also down?"

"Why? Isn't it funny? The terminal has nothing to do with a power outage."

"You know me!"

"Oh, but does that person have a terminal?"

Sukuna checks the status of the mission while looking at the roaring people. As Nagare says, so far it is doing well. Now that the street lights, the electronic bulletin boards, the headlights of the cars and even the terminals where each individual has lost the light, Shizume-cho has become completely dark. And…

Between them, only the green light was scattered like fireflies.

Sukuna laughs. There was a giggle here and there in sync with it.

Members of the "Jungle" clan.

It was "Jungle" who caused this blackout on a large scale. An electromagnetic pulse attack using a Strain can temporarily knock down only some of the electronic devices that emit light. Of course, the terminals that the Clansmans have are not included.

The bright green fireflies roam and laugh as they move in the dark. Unlike most ordinary people, whose visibility and information are interrupted, they have the feeling of superiority that they can see it.

Sukuna says on the mask.

“Here Jack, Plan A was successful. Transition to Plan B."

"Confirmed. Go from point Q to point P."

"I'm already doing it."

Filtering in the dark, Sukuna jumped slightly. From the eaves of the cafeteria, holding onto the terrace fence and using an emergency ladder to climb up and reach the roof of the building in no time. Sitting on the hem and letting his feet dangle, Sukuna laughs behind the mask.

"Well, it's the beginning of the main event. Let Plan B. begin.”

Sukuna's voice is heard on an encrypted radio that activates a preloaded hacking program. The goal is a large screen view overlooking the intersection in Chinzume-cho. After a brief rush of noise, a green symbol appeared on the entire screen.

It is a symbol mark of "Jungle", a symbol designed with trees and nets.

All the humans in the place were looking at "Jungle". The only "significant thing" that appeared in the visual and informative darkness. Instinct burns it into memory before it can be understood by the head.

After exactly 5 seconds, the symbol changed to a parrot. The parrot created by the 3D model spread its wings wide and screamed.

"Kuwatsu!"

The spectators, illuminated by the green color, press their fingers. While distorting Katosaka and looking at him, Sukuna is looking at the elapsed time of the mission counted on top of the HMD.

The parrot deftly used its wings and bowed before the audience. Then he begins to speak in a fluent voice.

"Nice to meet you, my name is Jean Pitt, the "Jungle" mascot character. Thank you for your understanding!"

"This synthetic voice is created by sampling Kotosaka's actual voice. I'm sure."

Nagare added additional notes to his ear, Sukuna ignores him and looks around.

"Ah? It's a bit dark, isn't it? Everyone, aren't they in trouble? In that case, leave it to 'Jungle', leave it to us! If you include the 'Jungle' app, sudden power failure / hacking. EMP Attack. You can deal with such things in advance!”

"It's not too stupid, right?"

"There is big data that a little more stimulant is effective as a promotion."

The 3D modeling parrot spreads its wings, closes it, stays on the tree if you think he jumped, and never stops moving. People who do not know the circumstances have no choice but to follow their movements with their eyes.

He wonders what they think.

They would think it was a joke.

And you must be thinking at the same time... can you do this?

A city is sunk in darkness and a light is turned on in it. It attracts people's eyes and reports their claims. There is no law or discipline there. However, there is only freedom.

Of course, some people may be upset with this approach. However, just as ringing a bell that doesn't ring makes no sense, there is no point in promoting people who don't ring. Even if only 10% of people lurking in the dark are good, this mission is successful.

Jungle will do.

If you have "Jungle", you can do it yourself.

"Thanks for listening! Have a good night! Happy Halloween!"

The moment the parrot hit his wings, the parrot disappeared from the screen and at the same time the city lights were restored. Two seconds later, a deafening buzz flooded the streets, and 30 seconds later, the SNS was filled with the theme of "Jungle."

Sukuna reports as he looks at the timeline, which flows like a waterfall.

"This is Jack. Plan B has ended.''

"This is Wisp, confirmed. Prepare for Plan C."

Sukuna's eyebrows moved. The timer on top of the HMD stopped before he knew it.

Then the vehicle entered the intersection that was supposed to be a pedestrian paradise. When they stop in front of him, members of the Blue Clan, "Scepter 4" begin to appear everywhere. A Blue at the top holds a speaker and makes a provocative voice.

"We are 'Scepter 4'. We received a report that large-scale electronic terrorism has occurred here. We will begin an investigation based on the Unique Phenomena Management Act!"

The timer displayed on the HMD did not reach 5 minutes. Sukuna filters his thoughts.

"Huh. It was faster than expected."

"Yes. Or perhaps this situation was anticipated and personnel were assigned in advance."

This mission has two meanings. One is the "Jungle" promotion. Show power to potential people with a desire for power and want to be a clan member. And the other was a stress test in "Scepter 4".

How will they act if there is a massive terrorist attack? How fast can they respond? To confirm them, Sukuna and others carried out this terrorist attack. The appearance of the Blues was an unexpected situation.

However, such a thing is not known to the hangman. A young vampire, a drunk office worker, and a group of white ghosts were upset. A young man with a loudspeaker watches a boy trying to leave.

"People here! Don't move until the poll ends!"

The boy turned around with a clear reaction and ran away.

It's a bad move, Sukuna coldly evaluates. It came out in such a prominent way.

Of course, "Septer 4" would block the area around this place.

As expected, a new Blue appeared before the boy who tried to escape to the alley. He has already drawn the sword.

Even if they are the same Strains, Blues, and roughly Rank-1 small fish that have been trained, they have the readiness and fighting power.

Sukuna snorted and stood up.

This is also a promotion. The terrorist attacks that were carried out to show the potential of "Jungle" would only be a source of laughter if the "Jungle" clan member were caught. "Scepter 4", no, the "Blue King", will make this prey the show.

And the role of Plan C is to prevent it.

Sukuna's small body was ground like a cat. Jump off the roof and run towards the Blue that blocks the path with the force of a cannonball.

"Haha!"

Despite being in a combat position, the Blue's reaction was too slow. A green electromagnetic blade emerging from a long staff strikes him in the Blue's chest, and is instantly destroyed by a voltage close to an electric pistol.

Take a look at the stunned young man, Sukuna says.

"Let's go! Get your butt out of here.”

"Oh! Thank you."

The boy escaped to the back alley. If you're lucky, you can slide down the siege net and say, "It's going to happen. If you get caught, if you don't get caught in front of the crowd that doesn't hurt us, the promotion is successful."

The Blue that jumped out of the vehicle surrounded Sukuna. While drawing his sword, he was doing so at an early stage.

"A high rank has appeared! Looking for staff for special tasks!"

"There may be other combat personnel! Don't be discouraged!"

Behind the mask of the pumpkin, Sukuna licked his tongue. Hereafter is the bonus stage.

The more Blues you defeat; the more points you will get.

Swaying with a long staff like Engetsu, Sukuna gives a happy voice.

"Well, let's play! Trick or Treat!"

#K #k project #k stories #k fan clan #jungle #gojou sukuna #hisui nagare #scepter 4

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tubaterry · 5 years ago

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adhd time management practice

Hey so how do you keep track of the shit that you need to do in the next few days? Luck? Zoning out and stressing that you’re falling further behind? A series of task management tools designed for neurotypicals that only add “paperwork” to the overhead of getting your shit done? (You know the ones - 800 customization options, complex scheduling and rulesystems, complete disconnect from any other computer systems you log into at work, 22 step process to get from “I need to do a thing” to “The computer will make me acknowledge that the thing was planned”)

if you’re ADHD like me and especially if like me you have issues with time blindness or won’t ever finish any-fucking-thing without a deadline attached, check this shit out. Ages ago when I was helpdesk our scheduling system worked kinda like this and I’ve been missing it bad since then.

Check out this fuckin’ drag and drop( task -> calendar ) app: TrevorAI

Make a new task, typing only as much as you need to remember what it was you needed to do. “Take out the trash”, or “Call Dr. P about the wrist thing”, whatever. Hashtag it if you really want organization.

Take that new task, and drag it onto your calendar. Repeat until you’ve got like... a day and a half to two days of work scheduled out.*

As the day goes on, either set aside the task for later (by creating a new task to be scheduled later), or finish the job and move other tasks to accommodate.

When you finish, resize the task on your calendar so it matches how much time you actually spent.

Later on: look back and see how many tasks you checked off.

* this is meant for short-term day-to-day. Scheduling out too far makes it harder to adjust and adds stress

Tips

These are small tasks: if it’s gonna be more than an hour, two tops - it’s a project. Tasks are a single action or repeated action. Projects you keep separate but pre-plan by breaking them into smaller tasks in a text file/email/whatever document storage you’re using. When you run low on tasks, pull the next few in from your in-progress projects.

Example: catching up on yardwork would be a project. A task might be ‘pull weeds in back rock garden’, or ‘mow back yard’.

Example 2: Update car registration might be “print registration form and fill out”, “get registration forms, fees, IDs in backpack”, “drop off at DMV”

When setting it up, i recommend setting the reminder time to “at time of event” so your upcoming task doesn’t intrude into your current task’s space.

If you prioritize at all, make prioritizing into its own task. In the moment, it has to be “I have time to schedule, I will drop the first item on the list onto my calendar.” Honestly you might get solid results just by going “top of the list goes to the next available calendar slot that will fit it”. No decision here, just pattern.

What do you get out of it?

A low friction task management system. Type like 4 words, drag to calendar. You can schedule an entire day in 5 minutes and adjusting on the fly doesn’t feel like a task in and of itself.

Well, microdeadlines are fucking phenomenal for minimizing my executive dysfunction. ��They’re also hilariously low-key. Like, what better way to confront deadline anxiety by having a few no-consequence ones each week? Like, what happens if any random task gets completed half an hour later than you planned? Honestly: you planned it for once so it probably got done faster than usual

Which, another great point: The looking-back especially shows you how much you got done in a given day. And after a while it’s probably significantly more than you think. Especially if you’re ADHD and got the usual “lazy\spacey\unreliable” bullshit from people who should have been better at loving you.

Why does it work?

I’m not a sciency type so this is me pulling an idea out of my ass and subsequently yeeting it the fuck into the wind: It meshes well with my ADHD brain. it plays to our strengths.

I’m drawn heavily towards patterns, especially habits. This gives “plan your day” a distinct pattern

The low effort required, combined with the rote pattern makes it feel more like part of the tasks you’re doing rather than its own task, it doesn’t trip off my executive dysfunction activation threshold. (You know: too much to do, must shut down. can’t do anything now)

Same with the weird memory recall issues I have. (I’m done with this thing, it no longer exists) If you don’t finish something in the time you have, you create a new task (remember, you need to credit yourself for the work you’ve done so far) to complete the first. And that can happen before you move on and the context drops.

Like “zero-based budgeting” it intrinsically acknowledges that the reality is more important than the plan.. It also establishes a pattern that makes it easier to habituate your own version of healthy responses to disruptions of plans in low-impact, low-stress ways.

Speaking of: also great low-key practice for decision-making, time estimating, all that jazz.(especially since the deliberately minimal prioritization system makes it as easy as “what is the next timeslot available?”)

Looking back at a full week is some hella satisfying dopamine rush especially since you probably spent a total of half an hour that week managing your schedule. (and probably even less once you get used to it)

idk, I just think tools like this fit the patterns that work well for us ADHD folk better than a lot of more typical time management apps/systems.

Again, important note: I’m full of shit, but I do hope I’m right.

anyway, check out this schedule snippet from today. Even looking at it I don’t feel like I did this much. And this computer isn’t synced up to my work email so it’s missing a couple meetings! (Side note: “What’d you do yesterday?” “well...”)

If you use Gmail or the Mac outlook, your calendar here can be fully integrated the rest of your calendar, showing up as a separate calendar category.

Idk just like the other day I got mad at myself for having stared at a wall or otherwise entirely lost YET ANOTHER WORK DAY, forcing myself to play catch up. I got fed up and poked around and as far as I can tell, nobody else is doing this RIGHT (at least RIGHT... for my needs).

Give it a shot.

#adhd #adhd management #scheduling #time management

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strange-principles · 6 years ago

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The Time I’ll Never Forget

For the record, I have absolutely no idea how to post here, how this app works. I’m just here to like things, but I typed up a little short story with Harley Keener based on a small head canon that I have with him.

That head canon being that a few years after Tony’s encounter with Harley, he sends him a really expensive watch that comes with a note that says, ‘this is what an adult watch looks like kid’. So yeah- excuse my absolute no knowledge on how to use this app, and enjoy the story I guess???

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It had been many years since his experience with Tony Stark. The older man had quite the influence on Harley’s life, and even though he hadn’t seen Tony since then, he never forgot that night and the following few days. Never forgot, or would ever forget all the things that he had come home from school to witness in his garage. Things that he couldn’t ever imagine being in his possession in his entire life.

Tony Stark made an impact, and he pursued to be like Tony. A mechanic. Build things that would better help the world, and each day, each week, month and year, he got better. Using the tools and inspiration that Tony had him all those years ago. The garage had turned into his workshop, only himself being allowed in there to preserve the things that were being made at the time, alongside preserving the things that were gifted to him.

Harley was around 16 at the time, high school being more of a nightmare than elementary and middle school combined. Which was saying something. Middle school had been horrible, but his hate for the place had remained mostly internal. Bullying was still a problem, but at this point, Harley likes to think he had a lot more bite than bark. He no longer took the teasing and threats lightly. Threaten him, he’ll threaten you right back but worse.

And it usually worked. Especially since he carried around things that could scare people off. His favorite had been a rubber band gun that he had put together with school supplies. Anyone could make one yes, but what made his different, was that he made it highly, efficient. Rubber band guns hurt, but this would do more than a quick sting and a bruise. That would just be intensified. He never had to fire it, but no one wanted to tempt fates to make him do so.

Cause if there was one thing someone must know from Harley Keener, is that if he says he will do something, you better believe he will. Firing that handmade rubber band weapon, wasn’t something out of his league.

The sun had been particularly hot on a partial summer afternoon. School had let out, and now it was time for the walk home. Harley had his bag slung on his back, only one strap being placed on his shoulder. He was decked out in a plaid short sleeved button up shirt, dawning a red color theme. This was paired with a pair of shorts alongside his favorite pair of sneakers. His blonde hair had been left unchecked for the entire day, leaving it more of a mess than normal, rustling in the warm wind that was being carried through the sunny day. He didn’t have enough care in the world to care about that though. If he looked clean one day, then that’s what he did. If the next he looked like he rolled out of bed and that was it, then that was it.

The street Harley was walking on was mainly empty, only a few people passed by him on the sidewalk, occasionally a car passing by on the street as well. He had his hands in the pockets of his shorts, kicking along a rock that had been laying on the pavement of the sidewalk a while back. This was what kept him entertained as he walked home, not having friends or any close acquaintances to share the burden of walking home with. He also chose not to ride the bus, after elementary and about a year of a junior high on a bus, he decided upon him to never get on one of those things again.

Which kept him from joining any sports teams at the school. Not that he was particularly interested in participating in anything that the school put together. Especially with the people on his grade being the people he’d seek vengeance on for the rest of his life. He didn’t enjoy the kids his age in his small town in Tennessee. If some accident fame around and took care of them, that’d be a day for celebration on his part.

The sun was beating down on his neck quite fiercely by the time he turned into his yard, doing one final hard kick on the rock he dragged along with him, watching it fly down the sidewalk and eventually bounce and roll into the street. A small smile and huff came across his face at that. Just a small amount of amusement for his afternoon after a long, and hot day of sitting in classrooms.

Harley didn’t bother crossing the path to go inside the house, knowing that no one was home at the minute. His mother was out who knows where for the afternoon like always, and his sister still had a decent 40 minutes or so of school left before she came home. That left him alone for almost an hour.

The blonde made a beeline towards the entrance to the garage, removing his hands from his pockets so he could swing his backpack around and fish out his key to the garage door in the smallest pocket. It took a little while to fishing around before his hand clasped around the small key from where it later connected to his keychain. Upon pulling it out, he wasted no time in sticking the key in the lock and unlocking the door.

The heavy door of the garage creaked a little as it was swung open, Harley stepping inside and dropping his back into the floor with a thud, pocketing his keys before trailing over his main desk and sliding into his chair. The chair was equipped with wheels on the legs, so upon sitting down, he slid back a little, going further down the long workbench. His eyes were drawn to the care Parked in the garage when he did. It was an old busted up one, a ‘gift’ left behind by his father all those years ago. At least that’s how he classified it as.

Or just a waste of space. Either one worked.

the broken car with fading colors had been something he wanted to work on for a while now. It was just a matter of getting the things together to fix it. Harley had no doubts that he could fix it, he just didn’t have the money yet to buy the parts needed to fix it. Out of curiosity one boring evening, Harley had looked over the car, checked under the hood and under the car. He knew what it needed, a handy list had been hanging up on his Cork board for a while now.

Harley frowned lightly at the car, leaning his head back over the back of the chair, looking over the car with an ounce of distaste in his eyes. It was only then did he notice a box on the other side of the room. It appeared new, unlike the used boxes he had around full of extra or unneeded parts from things he had worked on over the years.

Immediate curiosity struck his veins as he sat up fully slowly, eyes never once leaving the box as he did. A thought on what it could be crossed his mind as he stood up, moving around the car to the other side of the garage, stopping at the small tabletop the box laid upon. It was taped shut, no note, nothing proving to be a hint as to what it was.

The young mechanic picked up the box, moving it around before shaking it lightly to see if he could figure it out that way. He came up empty handed. The fairly small box only provided him with a light thunking from the inside which sounded like a another, but slightly heavier box than the cardboard one that held it. With curiosity still on his tongue, Harley set the box down and looked around for his pocket knife. It took a minute or two before he was able to find it amidst a pile of other things within a drawer connected to his workbench.

taking out the small blade most suitable for the task at hand, Harley returned to the box, slicing open the tape so he could bring the flaps of the box apart. His suspicions had been right about one thing, it had been another box on the inside. A small, black one with a company name on top. Reaching into the box he picked up the smaller black one, holding that in one hand and looking it over before finally pulling open the black box.

A white piece of paper was why he first saw, covering the item underneath. The paper had words, ones that he read over immediately upon seeing it.

’This is what an adult watch looks like kid. -The Mechanic’

Harley, blank faced stared at the note for a while, reading over those words over again in his head multiple times before he finally gained the courage to brush aside the note, uncovering underneath, a shiny, silver and gold colored watch. And it was by far, the most expensive watch he had ever seen compared to the ones people wore in the town.

He couldn’t help but allow a bright, overwhelmed smile to cross his face.

#harley keener #tony stark #Tony Stark #Iron Man #Iron Man 3 #Marvel #marvel #short story #one-shot #gifts #i have no idea what im doing #send help

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