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wheezyandchesterwrite · 4 years ago

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"Please don't leave me" ~ Peter Parker

Summary: When you are injured in battle Peter begs you to stay

Word Count: 3.4k

Pairing: Peter Parker x Fem!Speedster!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of violence, death, injuries, and blood. Just overall sad. (If we missed something that you feel should be tagged and/or mentioned let us now and we'll include it)

A/N: Hey, so as you can see we are not dead! :) (I don't know why I did that it hurt me too ok?) Since there was no post in March we are going to try our best to post two other one shots this month, but we'll see how that goes. Hope you all enjoy this and have a great morning/afternoon/night! -W&C :)

Also major thanks to @apotatoinabigfield and @too-attached-to-fiction for proofreading and beta-reading this!

*GIF IS NOT OURS* (We got it off of Google, but if anyone knows who the credits for it belong to let us know so we can rightfully tag them)

5 years ago:

“Something’s happening,” said the girl with the antennae, Mantis. At least, that’s what she had said her name was. Suddenly after, she turned to dust. She just disappeared. In shock, you got closer to Peter, looking for some kind of safety or comfort. Everyone was shocked; no one could understand what had just occurred before your very eyes. Before anyone could say something or even gather their thoughts, it happened again.

“Quill?” was the last thing Drax said before suffering the same fate as Mantis. We lost. That was the only explanation you could fathom. The Avengers had lost and Thanos won. You tightened your grip around Peter, fully embracing him now. You were all desperately trying to decipher who would be next, fearing it being yourselves or your loved ones, but it was pointless. Whatever was causing this came and left without a warning.

“Steady, Quill,” said Tony, but it was to no avail.

“Oh, man,” sighed the man who had introduced himself as Starlord, dusting away defeatedly. You looked up at Peter, who had wrapped his arms around you in a protective manner. He was scared, that much you could tell, but he wouldn’t meet your eyes, determined to conceal the unsettling fear of not being able to hold you for much longer. You tried to convince yourself it was done—that no one else would be taken—but it was pointless. Deep down, you knew this was far from over.

“Tony,” the man turned to look at Strange, “there was no other way.” Stephen Strange took a couple more breaths before dusting away like the others had. Although Strange had said he saw over sixty-three billion outcomes, you couldn’t see how this could be the one you won in. It definitely didn’t feel like it.

Suddenly, breathing became hard. You saw dust particles floating from your hand and the reality of what was going to happen hit you. “No,” you whispered anguishly.

“(Y/N)?” Peter brought your attention to him instead of the particles which declared your fate.

“Pete, I—” you started as you reached up to stroke his cheek, but before you could come in contact with his skin or finish your declaration, you faded away in his arms.

“I know,” the boy said softly as he watched the wind carry what was once his lover.

Tony was at loss for words. He felt like the universe was playing a sick, twisted prank on him. As Tony sulked, Peter felt it. He felt his spidey sense warn him that something was going to happen. He could feel his body struggle to keep him in one piece, to keep him together, to keep him alive. No matter how quickly his body fought, it was destined to lose. “Mr. Stark,” the boy called out to the man who was more than his mentor, the man who had become like a father to him.. “I don’t feel so good,” he painfully admitted. Peter started stumbling around, his legs struggling to keep him up.

“You’re alright,” defied Stark. More than an attempt to console the boy, Tony Stark was trying to reassure himself that the universe, as cruel as it had always been to him, wouldn't do this—that it would not take his boy away. But alas, the genius man was to be proven wrong.

“I— I don’t know what’s happening. I— I don’t understand,” countered the Spiderboy hurriedly. His feet gave out, and he would’ve fallen forward if it hadn’t been for Tony catching him and holding him up. More and more particles could be seen emerging from the boy, and in that moment, the only thing Tony could do was hold on to Peter for as long as he had left.

“I don’t wanna go,” Peter pleaded. “I don’t wanna go, Mr. Stark, please.” His voice was cracking and his legs couldn’t support him any longer as more particles escaped him. Peter’s pleas wouldn’t cease much like the cracks in his voice every time he spoke. Tony lowered him to the ground not daring to say a word. Peter, with teary, bloodshot eyes, looked at the man and whispered an apology before finally letting his body dissipate.

Tony couldn’t speak; he couldn’t even think. “He did it,” said Nebula. Yet the genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist didn’t respond. He just looked at his hand, which was covered in dirt—dirt that had once been Peter Parker. Tony let himself cry, allowing grief and shock to take over him. After all there was nothing else he could do.

***

Present day:

“Love you—wait, what happened?” You find yourself reaching up, but the person you had been trying to touch no longer stood in front of you. Your body was slowly regaining feeling, but your mind felt as numb as ever. You had so many thoughts running through your brain at such a speed that you couldn’t focus on any of them.

“I love you too, Speedy.” You heard a voice answer from behind you. You felt some of the anxiety subside once you put a name to the voice, which was easy since only one person in the entire world called you Speedy.

“Peter,” you exhaled in relief. Turning around in an instant, you ran into the arms you had chosen to call home. Peter embraced you tightly, not wanting to release the other in fear of permanently losing one another this time. You didn’t know how much time had passed from when you lost your consciousness, but that didn’t matter for Peter. Seeing the person he had deemed to be his soulmate dissipate in front him had been more than enough for him to feel like the amount of time that had passed between then and now had been an eternity. Suddenly, Strange spoke up, answering the question plaguing everyone’s minds.

“It’s been five years. Come on, they need us.” He stated commandingly. You all shared looks of dumbfoundment and bewilderment. Five years? How could that have been possible? The only one on the planet you stood on who looked at ease was Stephen, his calm demeanor never faltering. You looked up at Peter confused, but he simply shrugged, not wanting to believe such time had passed yet knowing better than to contradict Dr. Strange.

“Okay, everyone, this is it. Activate your badass stances!” exclaimed Quill.

“What did you say about my ass, Quill?” Drax started charging towards him, visibly offended. You raced to wedge yourself between the two men, struggling to keep them apart.

“Hey, no time for that. Look!” You called over their attention to the portal Strange was opening in front of you. Peter swung his way to the front, landing elegantly. After making sure Quill and Drax would not try to go at each other's throats, you swiftly made your way to the front and stood beside Peter.

Glancing around what was going to serve as your battlefield for today, you grimly recognized the location. What was once known as the Avenger’s Headquarters was now no more than a field of scattered debris. Clouds of dust littered the air, the remains of mass destruction visible wherever you looked. You gave yourself a chase to take in the sight of Thanos’ army, and as you did so, fear and worry tried to etch their way into your brain as you realized what you were facing. This was an enemy that had already defeated you once, and when you had fought him, he hadn't even had an army backing him up. Your determination and will to fight and live to tell the tale overpowered those negative feelings. The sight of the spaceship filled you with spitefulness instead of dread, and you knew in that moment that you would do whatever it took to win. The Avengers would not lose again; you were going to make sure of that, even if you had to lay down your life for it to become a reality.

“Is that everyone?” Strange asked Wong.

“What, you wanted more?” Wong yelled back in disbelief, and Strange shrugged nonchalantly in response.

As everyone settled into position, Cap’s voice was loudly heard, like thunder rumbling through the field, “AVENGERS.” This was the moment of truth—your last chance to save humanity. You could feel the seconds pass before Steve gave the signal, “Assemble.” And with that, everyone was off.

A beautiful and empowering mess of battle cries could be heard around you. You, on the other hand, were silent as you ran, calculating your every move. Using all the knowledge you’d gained over the years about hand-in-hand combat, you started to hastily assassinate those monsters. You would jump at one, taking them down, and godspeed to your next target, sending each one you came in contact with on a one way trip to meet their maker. Near you, Peter was also taking out some of the Chitauri, at times propelling you onto your next target or eliminating some of them when you got surrounded. After clearing out most of the aliens near you, Peter tapped you on the shoulder and pointed to Tony. Understanding his intentions, you nodded and made your way towards the infamous Iron Man.

As you slid into the crater where Tony lay, Peter landed from his swinging. Tony stared at the two of you in disbelief, doubting whether or not to believe you were actually there. When his expression softened, and tender affection spread across his factions, Peter began rambling, and you shook off some of the concrete dust from your suit. “Hey, holy cow! You will not believe what’s going on,” Peter exclaimed as he helped Tony stand up.

“No?” Tony asked sarcastically, but it only encouraged you.

“Do you remember when we were in space? And we got all dusty? I guess we must’ve passed out because when we woke up, you were gone.” You now stood beside Peter as you spoke, your hands increasing their pace as you rambled on, making them impossible to follow with the human eye.

“But Doctor Strange was there right? He was like ‘It’s been five years. Come on they need us,’” Peter said as he tried to make an impression of Strange, mimicking the way the man had moved his hands when opening the portals.

“Yeah, and then he started doing the yellow sparkly thing he does all the time.” You took over from Pete when he gave you the chance.

“He did? Oh, God!” Tony exclaimed with feigned incredulity. He started walking toward you and grabbed you both by the shoulder, pushing you into him.

“What are you doing?” Peter asked, bewildered.

“Huh, what’s this?” You questioned, confused as Tony engulfed you both simultaneously. He held you tightly, and when the shock passed, you and Peter hugged the man back even tighter.

“Oh, this is nice.” Peter sighed, earning a light chuckle from Stark.

“Listen, kids, we don’t have a lot of time right now, but I’ll catch you up on the latest trends once we take this bitch down. Okay?” Tony assured as he released you, holding on to your forearm to look the both of you in the eyes as he spoke.

“Yes, sir.” Peter saluted.

“See you on the other side of the war.” You smirked, knowing Tony and Peter must have caught that reference. Tony shook his head as he took off, the ghost of a grin barely noticeable on his lips.

Peter nudged you. “Be careful, okay?” His eyes showed genuine concern.

“Alright, I solemnly swear—” Peter gave you a warning look. “Okay, fine. I’ll try my best to be as careful as possible in the middle of a battle.” You finished, your tone a weird mixture between sarcasm and affection.

“Good.” He pressed a quick kiss to your temple before taking off.

“Alright, Chitauri, give me your best shot.” You smirked at the unsuspecting figure that was currently fighting off T’challa. Having speed and regeneration to your advantage, you zig-zagged around Thanos’ army, ducking and killing as you went. You moved with precision, only stopping when you were sure to have a clear shot at the enemy you were targeting.

You went on that way until you weren’t able to dodge a body that dropped in front of you, making you trip over it. The collision made you roll down a mountain of debris, hitting your head dangerously hard several times, as well as getting a couple of cuts along the way from the exposed, sharp metal.

“That’s sure to give me a concussion,” you grunted to yourself. The throbbing of your head distracted you from the burn of the cuts that now littered your abdomen, some deeper than others. It wasn’t until you brought a hand to your head, that you noticed the crimson liquid that coated it. “Oh, shit,” you exhaled. The pain was starting to catch up to you as the adrenaline subsided. You tried to use your powers to find yourself a safe spot until you recovered, but your attempts were futile seeing as the pain coursing through your body rendered you immobile.

“Is that Peter falling?” The figure you saw was indeed Peter and the sharp spiderlegs of his suits were still out for blood. You managed to move just enough that you were barely graced, another gash prompting blood out of your system. Peter tumbled in the opposite direction, clutching what you assumed to be the gauntlet you were supposed to keep out of Thanos’ hands. The sudden movements to dodge Peter hadn’t come without consequences. You felt like your surroundings were spiralling around you, dizziness overtaking you as you started to cough up blood. You managed to stubbornly sit up and when you looked to your side, you saw Peter giving the gauntlet to a glowing woman.

“I don’t know how you’re gonna get it through all that,” you heard him admit to her out of breath.

“Don’t worry,” Wanda stepped in.

“She’s got help,” Okoye finished, her hands wrapped tightly around her spear. Soon the rest of the women joined and took off together. It was a powerful moment to witness and one you would’ve loved to be a part of, if it weren’t for your current situation. You closed your eyes in a somewhat successful effort to ease off the pain pulsating in your head.

“Man, those are some badass women,” Peter muttered as he sat down. “Wait—” He quickly looked around, but missed you completely. “Where’s my badass woman?” Peter frantically shuffled to his feet, hoping to see a flash of yellow zoom by, but no such luck. You tried to call out to him, wanting to let him know you were there, but your voice got caught in your throat, replaced by a cough that was followed by blood. The sound caught Peter’s attention, his gaze trying to find where it came from. His heart constricted in his chest when he finally caught sight of you and the state you were in.

In a flash, he was hovering over you, putting your own abilities to shame given the speed at which he got to you. Your eyes were still closed, as you relished the relief it gave you, but you were drifting off at this point and didn’t have the energy nor strength to open them again. That was until Peter started shaking you awake. “(Y/N)? Oh God, come on, please be okay.” You could hear the panic and desperation in his voice. Your eyes felt so heavy, it was almost impossible to open them, but you managed to do so, just enough to see Peter exhale in relief after seeing you respond.

Tucked away behind blood and dryness, you managed to find your voice and you raspily told him, “I’m okay, Peter. It’ll heal. Go help the others.” You took ragged breaths between each sentence, your lungs struggling to keep up. Peter could very much tell you weren’t okay and knew that with the amount of injuries you had suffered it was almost impossible for your regenerative abilities to save you.

“(Y/N), we both know that’s not happening; it’s too much. I mean, it might heal, but there are too many things to heal for you to survive waiting and—” He abruptly stopped his own rambling after he noticed you had closed your eyes again. “(Y/N)? (Y/N), please, stay with me.”

His voice was breaking and his eyes were starting to swell up with tears. It broke your heart to hear him like this. You fought to stay conscious, for his sake, but the blood loss and pain was becoming too great to bear and you felt yourself falling into a deep slumber once more.

Peter was getting desperate, tears freely flowing down his cheeks now. “Please, (Y/N/N), please don’t leave me.” He held your body close to his, burying his face in the crook of your neck. Sobs rocked his body as he kept begging for you to stay. His voice and your tear stained neck was the last thing you registered before you let go and fell into the dark abyss of unconsciousness.

***

“Everybody wants a happy ending, right? But it doesn’t always roll that way. Maybe this time, I’m hoping if you play this back, it’s in celebration. I hope families are reunited, I hope we get it back, and something like a normal version of the planet has been restored. If there was ever such a thing. God, what a world! Universe, now. If you told me ten years ago that we weren’t alone, let alone, you know, to this extent, I mean I wouldn’t have been surprised. But come on, you know? The epic forces of darkness and light that have come into play. And for better or for worse, that’s the reality Morgan’s gonna have to find a way to grow up in. So, I thought I’d probably better record a little greeting... In case of an untimely death on my part. I mean, not that death at any time isn’t untimely. This time travel thing that we’re gonna try and pull off tomorrow, it’s—it's got me scratching my head about the survivability of it all—that’s the thing. Then again, that’s the hero gig. Part of the journey is the end. What am I even trippin’ for? Everything’s gonna work out exactly the way it’s supposed to. I love you 3,000.”

Pepper walked out of the cabin she and Tony had called home, holding a wreath that in its middle held Tony’s first arc reactor. Everyone stood out in front of the lake, waiting as she gently placed it on the water. She took her place beside Peter, who was silently crying as he held your emotionally devastated self in his arms. Having passed out when you did had ultimately saved your life, your body using its remaining energy in healing you rather than keeping you awake, but that meant you missed the events that led up to your victory and were therefore unable to say a proper farewell to the man who served as your mentor for years.

Waking up to the news that the man who had taken better care of you and had looked out for you more than your own parents was dead didn’t settle in easily. It took a while before you were able to accept he was gone.

Peter had been there for you every step of the way, holding you during all the sleepless nights you had spent crying and shaking you awake when your dreams became plagued with nightmares from the battle. Guilt had made a home in your heart, the feeling never leaving as you thought of ways you could have avoided getting injured, ways you could have fought better, ways that could have resulted in being able to say goodbye to Tony Stark, the man who sacrificed himself for the universe.

Everyone stood silently as you all watched the wreath float out of sight, before turning to share your condolences with each other. You held on to Peter tightly, as if he too were to slip from your fingers at any moment. You stood there mindlessly listening in on the nostalgic conversations between the people who cared for Tony. Looking around at everyone gathered, it became clear that the arc reactor which was now floating off in the lake was not the only proof that Tony Stark had a heart. All his friends, colleagues, family and adopted students were walking proof that not only did Tony Stark have a heart, but that he had the biggest heart a human could possibly have.

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quartzwriting · 4 years ago

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Whatever It Takes

Pairing: Doctor Strange X Fem!Reader

Description: After Stephen flew away as dust, you had taken care of the world. But The Avengers approached you with an idea to bring everyone back. You joined them, now finding yourself up against Thanos alongside your partner again.

Warnings: Funeral scene

Word Count: 1.8k

A/N: Originally posted to Quotev

Part 1: Infinity War Story

Part1.5: Hypothetical Endgame (original plot)

Five years later, and you and the Avengers were so close to victory.

After spending weeks stranded on a ship with Tony and Nebula, starving and so close to not making it, being brought back to Earth gave you a spark of hope.

You took over in protecting the Sanctum, and staying in contact with the Avengers. Spending countless hours perfecting your magic, getting stronger and being the best you knew Stephen wanted you to be. You still grieved, and fell into a depressed state while trying to improve your magic. What else did you have to live for when the one you love is gone? That spark of hope soon began to die.

When they called you to help with their idea of time travel, you instantly took up the offer, wanting everything to be back the way it was. You were assigned in getting the Time Stone, and went back to 2012 to only find The Ancient One protecting it. She recognized you, oddly since this was a past version of her, but that told you she probably saw into the future ahead of time. She gave you the stone when you told her Stephen gave it up, and said that he did that for a reason.

Things seemed to be falling into line perfectly, when the stones were together and Bruce reversed half the universe dying. But that's when chaos erupted. Destruction, ruin, and fear when Thanos showed up.

Now you watched in shock as Cap laid there, badly beaten and out of breath, knowing you needed to jump in. The cloak flowed around you, dancing in the wind as you flew down to stand beside Steve. You stared down Thanos, and summoned energy to create the Rings of Raggadorr. You felt your body shake with power, energy flowing around you catching the cloak and your hair. Thanos had taken down Tony, Thor and Steve now...

But he still had to go through you.

There was shuffling at your feet, and Cap started to get back up. You shook off one of your rings and offered a hand to pull him up. Your hands stayed locked when he fully rose, and he gave you a solid nod. His blood and dirt soaked face, his pale graying skin, pained your heart. Yet he stood with you, ready to keep fighting.

Whatever it takes.

Then there was a sparking sound, and you whipped your head around. You knew that sound, the sound of a sling ring portal opening. Portals began to open around the battle field, people stepping out in large numbers and recognizable faces all coming together. A massive Wakandan army, a goddess on a pegasus, friends of Steve and Tony, Pepper in a Iron Man suit, sorcerers baring the mystic arts and countless more powerful beings.

At the centre of it all, was Stephen.

It hit you that this was his plan from back on Titan, and he called everyone here to finish it.

Without hesitation the cloak flew you over to him, and you couldn't help yourself but threw your arms around him. He did it back and the cloak left your shoulders to rest itself on his.

"Sorry I’m so late," He said, and hearing his voice again was enough to make your eyes water, "but this is how we win."

You looked at him taking in the features of his face; his determined filled eyes, and tight jaw. This told you he was ready for a fight. Glimpsing around you, warriors of all different abilities surrounded the area. Something told you that this was it, the fight of your life.

And you were ready.

"Avengers!" Captain America called out to your army.

You glanced at Stephen, smirked, and threw your hands down to summon a spell. It exploded around you, powerful energy engrossing your body. His eyes lit up, and he smiled.

And you were an Avenger.

"Assemble..."

You ran into battle, and all the strength detonated.

You found yourself battling will all the power built up over the years, and also all the trauma and the pain. Let it all go. Patterns forming and sparks flickering from your hands, exploding with everything you had bottled up inside.

You fought aliens that you plowed through in no time. You fought with a large ensemble of other women Avengers, a special moment that will stick with you. You fought Thanos off for a bit, wanting to avenge the one you love. You fought to help pass along the gauntlet with the stones, ready to finish this.

And you fought back to back with him, Stephen. A feeling incomparable to anything else.

This course of events went by so fast, and you kept up perfectly.

~~~

You were exhausted and just when you thought you couldn't summon anymore power or energy, your enemies began to fade away into dust. Breathing heavily and taking a long sigh, you looked around at your fellow warriors and Avengers around the battle field.

You were looking for one person, and he was behind you.

Using the last scrapes of adrenaline left in your veins, you broke out into a run. Nothing else mattered to you when you jumped onto Stephen, but the rush of having him right there. It was almost surreal, you watched him die in your arms years ago.

"We won?" You asked frantically, eyes wide with excitement and relief as you looked up at him.

Stephen chuckled, and it filled your heart with happiness, "Yes, we won."

You wrapped your arms around his neck and held him tightly.

"And I thought you fighting on Titan was the most powerful I've seen you."

You tried to laugh, but it came out as a choke as tears threatened to fall.

He held your face, looking past all the dirt and scratches and blood, and seeing the one he loves. "I'm so proud of you."

You threw yourself forward and kissed him. You've been waiting for five years. His arms snaked around you, one wrapping around your waist and the other cradling the back of your head. This feeling, of being in his arms, you missed it so much.

"I missed you so much," Your voice shuttered in between kisses.

"I know, (Y/N). I know."

Then you realized something, "You gave up the stone for me..."

"They needed you alive," He replied, leaving a soft kiss on your lips that lingered, "and you did it. I'm so so so proud of you."

Cries interrupted, and you parted to see a few people crowding around a body.

"Tony..."

~~~

The funeral was small and quiet. Hushed conversations and mutual sadness swept through the air around Tony and Pepper's property, everyone dressed in black to show their respects.

You and Stephen were sitting by the lake. Throughout the day, the tears threatened to burst from your eyes, but you held them in. It was beautiful out here, warm sun and fresh wind dancing over the water, but it didn't change your mood.

"I'm gonna miss him." You said.

Stephen cleared his throat, "I will too. But you had five years to know him."

"Yeah." You forced yourself to smile. "He sure was something." Memories ran back into your mind. "I remember when we were stranded on that ship, he was ready to die and going insane when we got back. And arguing with him was a real chore."

Stephen laughed.

"I'd come visit him here when I needed time away from the Sanctum. I remember when Morgan was so tiny. She likes our magic you know."

He chuckled, "Well, we're going to have to visit her and Pepper regularly than."

You smiled for real, "He was a good friend."

Stephen squeezed your hand, a gesture that answered what words couldn't. Silence fell for a little, then he fully turned to you.

"I'm sorry you had to spend five years trying to figure this out, and me leaving you. It was only a split second for me." He looked pained, that look in his eyes that told you he was vulnerable. "But it had to happen for it to work out in the end. It had to be, so it could be like this again. So I could be here for you again."

You reached up and stroked his cheek, he leaned into your touch while not breaking eye contact.

"I'm just happy you're back."

"But you went through so much."

"I know."

"You haven't told me much about that yet."

You took a deep breath, "Stranded in space, starving and dying. Long days of trying to think of anything I could do to reverse it and working with the Avengers to do so. Protecting the Sanctum by myself, and trying to piece back together Kamar Taj and the other sanctums. Feeling alone for so long...years of wish for you back..."

Stephen instantly pulled you into him when you held back a sob. Stroking your hair and kissing your face, "I'm so sorry"

"It's not your fault..."

"If I had the chance," He started, "I would have taken your place."

Your heart broke even more.

"Don't say that."

"I would have done it in a heartbeat."

You both sat there in each others presence in comfortable silence. Then Stephen opened his mouth to say something to add, but he was interrupted.

"(Y/N)..."

The sound of a familiar voice made you turn your head, and Peter Parker was standing behind you both. He must have heard you talking about your experience. You bonded with Peter back when this all started. He is the sweetest and purest human you have ever met, and seeing the pain in his tear glittered eyes made your heart break all over again.

You instantly stood up and the two of you fell into each others arms, and the quiet sobs of you both choked out. You both cried for Tony, and you both cried for your time spent.

"Don't cry honey," You held Peter tighter, "he wouldn't want you to."

The boy looked up at you, "He wouldn't want you to either."

More tears streamed down your face, and you did your best to wipe his away. A bit away you could see his aunt May watching you both, pained at the sight she was seeing.

"You went through it all..." Peter choked, and you nodded. "What was it like?"

There was only one word to describe it: "Hell."

Peter went back into hugging you, as if he was trying to make your five years of agony better. It was like he was trying to pull the pieces of your shattered heart back together. This is what you did for him back when he was crying over Tony's body back when the battle ended, holding him to give him someone, and he wanted to return it. You smiled and looked over your shoulder at Stephen, who was trying to keep a neutral face. But you knew that face, and he felt for you.

You turned back to the boy holding you tightly, "I never forgot you though, Pete."

"I hoped you wouldn’t forget.”

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boop-le-snoot · 4 years ago

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PARTY FAVOURS I CHAPTER 15

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TW/SUMMARY: Is bad humour a trigger? Cards against humanity. Loki in the wild. Chaotic Tony, chaotic Reader. Team bonding, a gag chapter lmao

My beta is babey 🥺 @miscmarvelwritings

If someone had bothered to ask me what kind of relationship I had with Tony, it would've made my brain glitch. In the weeks we spent fucking, sciencing and hanging out with the Avengers, it never once crossed my mind. We had fun and it was easy. Unlike both of our lives, it didn't require much mental energy for us to get what we wanted from each other. For me, it was easier to ignore my skin aching for Tony when he was already spending so much time on me. I wasn't sure if it would ever be enough, really, so taking exactly as much as he was giving was my best bet.

We built things in his workshop with Pete by our side and it wasn't awkward. The spiderling said he was happy as long as we were happy and didn't mind it too much when Tony got handsy. The man had at least some morals and stuck to kisses, ass-slaps and lewd comments which made Peter snort and fake-retch sure, yet the boy never displayed any real discomfort. It was endearing. He really became the little brother I never thought I would have.

The sex was fantastic, to say the least. We fucked on just about every flat surface on the residential floors. Steve caught us once, although I am almost hundred percent sure Tony staged it all on purpose. The good Captain didn't even blush, instead just silently closed the door behind him as I stared in his face, gripping Tony's head with my thighs.

The weather grew dreary yet both of my parents still stayed out of New York. Mother went back to Canada and dad continued his never-ending party on the West Coast, conquering California and living his best life. My house was dark and cold, and I started hanging around the tower more often than ever. If I wasn't with Tony, I was busy catching up Wanda and Bucky on pop culture, teaching Thor how to bake cakes and doing other meaningless, domestic stuff. The Avengers tower bustled with life at all hours and there always was someone...

I never felt lonely. It was such an unusual experience. Comfort and reassurance was always one room away. Be it Thor with his gratuitous amount of physical affection or his brother's incredibly witty, dark humor, I never had to stay one-on-one with my thoughts for too long.

Personally witnessing Bruce's coming out of his shell was the highlight of my life, no lie. I was so used to the quiet, mousy Banner that my brain refused to acknowledge his amazing sense of humour at first; I wasn't sure if he was joking or ... Or what? Truth to be told, Brucie-bear was as snarky as Tony,Loki and Stephen. The sorcerer had started visiting more often too, under the guise of tutoring Wanda, but all of us saw the way he lingered in the communal areas after their study time came to an end.

If loneliness was a sickness then the tower's inhabitants and frequent visitors were beginning their recovery journey.

"Have you guys heard about Cards Against Humanity?" I asked one evening once the movie credits began rolling. Wanda was squished into my side with her legs in her brother's lap; Clint laying atop both siblings like the trash bag that he was. And I meant it fondly.

On the other side of me, I had Bucky and Loki, who had begun to discuss their respective collections of sharp and pointy things once they deemed the movie lacked action. Legally Blonde and action, did they really think..? Nevermind.

"Yes, and if you're offering, the answer is yes," Clint mumbled, reaching for his second pack of Cheetos.

We gathered in a circle as I brought the shoebox that had the original deck plus a couple of expansions. This was beginning to look interesting. "So, I have the special Avengers edition right there..."

"Say no more," Clint even abandoned his snacks. "But I'mma put on the episode of Lucifer I missed. Multitasking," He winked, wrestling the remote from Pietro. We waited patiently as they finished the obligatory round of horsing before settling down for the game.

I explained the rules of the game, choosing to disregard Loki's scoffing and Wanda's doubt about the quality of the humor in the game. We played a few rounds with me explaining some of the deeper pop culture references. At a point where all of us were engrossed, laughing and poking fun at each other, more of the Avengers parked themselves on the couch.

Stephen, Tony and Bruce evidently had been sciencing, all three men having had their safety goggles perched forgotten atop their heads. Sam, Natasha and Steve - probably sparring. All three of them brought the smell of soap and laundry detergent to the room. All of the newcomers observed us with mild interest, periodically glance at the TV.

It was Wanda's turn to be the card Czar. I had to take a moment to finish my last giggling fit.

"Okay, the white card goes..." She paused dramatically. "I never truly understood blank until I encountered blank." With that, she poked the timer app on her phone. The sixty second countdown began.

I did a quick inventory check. Then I snorted. I had to quickly stuff two knuckles in my mouth, biting down, to attempt to silence the hysterical fit of laughter I was on the brink of. Loki was definitely going to stab me but the opportunity was too good to pass. No fear, we die like men.

"Ooh, she's got something," Clint teased, having noticed my shaking shoulders.

The timer beeped. Naturally, Loki went first. He wore a mildly disgusted smirk. "I never truly understood parting the red sea until I encountered third base," The trickster caved and began chuckling.

Somewhere behind me, Sam and Tony began cackling while Stephen and Steve groaned loudly in mild distaste.

"Press F to pay respects," Pietro clapped Loki on the shoulder with a sympathetic chuff. "I raise you - I never truly understood licking things to claim as your own until I encountered the clitoris," The young avenger struggled through laughter, followed by everyone else this time.

"That's a keeper, ladies," Sam's rich baritone quipped.

I laughed along, inwardly preparing for the inevitable. "Yikes," I whispered, side-eyeing Loki. "I never truly understood daddy issues..." I trailed off, hearing Bucky and Steve beginning to tease Tony. "... Until I encountered Loki, the trickster God."

The room drowned in a sea of laughter, Tony and Clint busting a gut so hard they fell over. Said trickster God was less than amused, however, glaring in my direction with the force of a pissed off bee swarm.

"Ow, that's cold, Princess, that's just cold," Clint squeezed out.

"Loki," I abandoned my stack of cards, crawling over Pietro and Bucky on all fours, settling prettily on my knees in front of Loki. Making my very best puppy eyes. "I love you, with all my cold black heart. And you're technically the patron saint of fun and shit, so that means you must approve of this very clever joke," I pouted, batting my eyelashes.

"Baby girl, I think you're laying it on too thick," Tony gasped, slumping on the couch, holding his sides. Everyone kept laughing, now at my feeble attempt at placating the upset Loki.

Who, by the way, looked a bit spooked. Subtly but surely, the raven-haired Asgardian leaned away from me.

"Don't be mad, I'm too cute to be mad at," I finally snorted, pat-pat-patting him on the shoulder. "It's okay, you can join my club. We have hot old dudes and cookies."

That broke it. First, the corner of his mouth twitched. Then, Loki looked away. I saw the storm before it crashed; with a weird noise of his own and his cheeks puffed out, Loki joined in on the shit-fest, howling full volume and doubling over. I followed suit, until all of us were writhing around on the floor. We'd stop and then someone would make another remark and it would go into another round again.

"Menace," Loki scoffed at me, smiling. "And for the record, the hottest old dude, as you put it, would be me." That said, he went back to calmly waiting for his next turn. "I'm about a thousand years old."

"Thor's older," Bruce noted thoughtfully.

Loki scoffed. "That man cannot chew with his mouth shut. If that's considered attractive, I'm leaving this forsaken planet."

That struck a thought within me. One that was brewing a long time, to be honest. "Thor is the god of himbos," I said with the same tone as "Eureka!".

"Shit, you're right," Sam exclaimed, following with another, weaker fit of laughter meanwhile Bruce had to be the one explaining the term to the poor, poor, clueless members of the Avengers.

I need to find a way to award them some kind of points for learning the gen-z lingo. "Patrick" stars maybe, since they lived under a fucking rock?

"Princess, never a boring day with you around. You don't half-ass this shit," Tony's warmth reached me as he shuffled around on the couch, sitting directly behind me. I leaned my back against his legs.

"I'm not a clown," I shot back. Tony stiffened. Dramatically flailing my hand I announced: "I am the whole god-damn circus!"

As the game progressed, we found out that Clint was That Guy - meaning, the dude every CAH group had, the one who grossly overused the "Bees?!" card and made Star Wars references whenever humanly possible. The only even slightly funny joke was about a lightsaber up the ass, in the end all of us finding out that Bucky knew a little too much about modern sex toys - "Hey, I saw one on Amazon, I'll send you the link, Birdman" - to Steve's open-mouthed horror.

What Loki lacked in references he made up in wit. The play on "During sex, I like to think about genetically engineered supersoldiers" had Bucky scrambling to switch places with Wanda whilst Loki himself was attempting to shoot bedroom eyes at Steve. It was a mess.

Bucky's own play had Steve abandon all pretense at being in any way appropriate as he struggled for air. "The Avengers new rules prohibit using Mjölnir as a dildo." Me and Tony became somewhat of a messy guffawing octopus of limbs for a moment after the super-soldier said it.

"Don't. Tell. Thor!" Strange gritted out, hiding his laughter behind a palm, uncharacteristically having lost his stuffy attitude. By god's will the man was attractive when he smiled.

As time ticked, each one of the starting players had attracted a newcomer. There weren't enough cards for everyone to play (Tony had, of course, ordered additional ones but they wouldn't arrive until the next day) so people kind of whispered and pointed at what they thought would fit.

Natasha conspired with Wanda, Sam went to his bird-bro, Bruce was forcefully dragged by Bucky to his side. Surprisingly, Steve teamed up with Loki which made Pietro stick his nose up in the air and promptly declare he needed no backup.

I already had Tony on my side. The genius wasn't of much help, however, he simply annoyed me out of my skull by randomly giggling and making immature jokes. It should've alarmed me that Stephen was eager to join me and Tony - usually he just butted heads with anyone who had any opinion whatsoever.

I was left bewildered upon discovering the wizard liked drama as much as the Kardashian clan and was quite competitive at causing the most shit.

My clown crown felt threatened.

"This one," Tony poked at a card in my hand.

"If you think that's funny, your intellect is obviously overestimated." Stephen dismissively waved a hand. "This one," It was unmistakable whom the trembling finger belonged to. It pointed at a card on the other side.

"Wizards are just hilarious," Tony seeped sarcasm.

"Try me, Beyonce," Stephen murmured darkly.

That was just background noise to me. I had all my undivided attention on the TV, my last two functioning brain cells focused on the scene unfolding right in front of me. The Lucifer episode, the devil and his insatiable thirst for honey. The timer buzzed but I was still drawn towards Tom Ellis dipping two of his fingers first in the honeypot, then in his mouth, all the while looking like a damn snack himself. Illegal. I've never simped so hard for a fictional character.

A golden glow snatched a card out of my grasp, levitating it.

"Girl, what the hell?" Wanda saw my face and attempted to revert me back to earth. "Someone turn off the TV, there's not enough water in the tower to quench her thirst."

"Hey, did you two just - don't ignore me!" Tony whined, managing to tug on my hair and attempt to reach for the card now held in Stephen's grasp, simultaneously.

"I don't blame her," Clint mused. "That right there is one very fine dude."

I shook my head, clearing any untoward thoughts. Focus. "First of all, Bird, you're a dude. That there," I pointed up at the TV. "Is a man. A Man." I emphasised, getting a jealous poke in the back from Tony. "Second of all..." I turned towards Stephen. "The quaffle, the snitch and the AUDACITY OF THIS BITCH!" The last of my sentence was pitched. The sorcerer had raised his arm, clutching the card, and I struggled to reach it.

"What... What did you just say?" Stephen was laughing, not at all phased by me climbing him like a tree to take hold of what's mine. Tony was actively helping - or, trying to. One-handed. The other hand attempted to snatch the rest of the cards from my grasp.

"And that's an F on teamwork," Bucky's sarcasm was complemented by Steve's famous Captain America Is Disappointed In You look.

"Uhh... Guys? What's going on?" Peter's timid voice leaked confusion.

"Hello, friends," Thor boomed, drowning out the boy's questioning noises.

"We're playing a game. Cards Against Humanity."

Wordlessly, Peter towed Thor along with him to find a spot amongst us. And even if Thor didn't get any of the references, he still was good fun. His laugh was infectious. The way he cheered for every winner was incredibly wholesome. Golden space puppy. The urge to immediately pet Thor and give him endless pop-tarts was strong in me.

Loki was one dramatic, vengeful bitch. "Women get turned on by the Devil himself"? I was ready to throw hands with the trickster. Everybody's laughter drowned out any cursing I might or might have not directed towards Loki who looked far too satisfied with himself. I was going to substitute the sugar for his tea with salt one day, mark my words.

I wouldn't admit it over my dead body, but the way he got back at me for the daddy issues joke was kinda funny. Okay, very funny. It was fucking hilarious. I admire a clever man.

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stxphxn-strange · 4 years ago

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i’d love it if we made it

a/n: the title for this comes from “love it if we made it” by the 1975 and it’s part 1 of probably 3 in a new college au miniseries. tw for mention of/implied unhealthy parental and romantic relationships, also i feel like i should mention that this fic isn’t anti bruce at all, but he and tony butt heads a lot in this one bc sometimes that happens

summary: how was anyone supposed to navigate being honest with themself and their friends while still dealing with the past and fearing judgement in the present? and why did Valentine’s Day nearing somehow suddenly make Stephen and Anthony’s relationship everyone’s business? so Anthony hated Valentine’s Day, sue him!

Anthony yawned, leaning his head against Stephen’s shoulder. He smiled sleepily as Stephen wrapped an arm around him and pulled him close, completely lost in the love in Stephen’s eyes and the background humming of an elevator’s inner workings. He probably could have fallen asleep then and there. It had been a long week, and Stephen and Anthony both were exhausted. The past few days had been a busy, hazy blur, and the weekend’s beginning would probably be the same.

“One day soon,” Anthony said, rolling his eyes as he yawned again, “We should honestly do nothing and sleep, or try to sleep.”

As much as he agreed, Stephen couldn’t (read: he didn’t try to) stop himself from teasing Anthony about what he’d said. “Who are you and what have you done with my ‘I can function on less than four hours of sleep’ hot mess of a boyfriend?”

Anthony exaggerated a swoon. “Aww, you think I’m hot?”

Bruce rolled his eyes from where he stood a short distance away. “I’m trying to listen to Hope talk about her plans for this Sunday, if you don’t mind keeping the flirting to yourselves.”

“It’s not complicated, we’re just going for dinner and a little walk around town,” Hope said. “I think I’m going to get Chrissy some roses too. What are you and Thor doing?”

“He told me has a surprised planned, and it’s on a need-to-know basis,” Bruce replied. “Which is such a Thor thing to say, even though he knows he can’t keep secrets very well. Do either of you know what he’s up to?”

“Brucie I don’t even know what you’re talking about, and I don’t think I’ve seen Thor all week,” Anthony mumbled. “What’s he doing?”

“That’s what I was hoping you could tell me,” Bruce said. “What are you two doing Sunday?”

“That might be a good day to catch up on sleep,” Stephen suggested, his answer more directed at Anthony.

Anthony nodded appreciatively. “Yes, yes yes yes. That’s the best idea you’ve had in awhile.”

“Fuck you, I have a ton of good ideas!” Stephen retorted.

“Fuck me yourself!” Despite the teasing tone in his words, Anthony was the picture of innocence as he snuggled closer to Stephen.

“Idiot,” Stephen murmured, kissing the top of his head.

The elevator came to a stop, the hallway surprisingly quiet as the doors opened.

“What kind of roses are you going to get?” Bruce asked Hope. “I mean it’s really none of my business, but I’m curious.”

“Probably pink?” Hope replied, the blush on her face matching the uncertainty in her voice. “She won’t admit it, but I know pink is Christine’s favorite color. Am I right about that Stephen?”

“You are, but also you know her birthday is in May right?” Stephen asked. “It’s only February.”

“No shit Sherlock. Sunday is the fourteenth, and I’m talking about Valentine’s Day flowers,” Hope said.

“Sunday is Valentine’s Day?” Anthony asked, still a bit out of it as Stephen opened the suite’s door.

“Did you forget? You, the most extra person in our entire friend group when it comes to any kind of affectionate gestures, forgot that Sunday is Valentine’s Day?” Bruce replied.

Anthony couldn’t measure how shocked his friend was, not when Bruce was as soft-spoken as always, but for some reason his question still kind of stung. “I didn’t forget, it’s been a long week and I just didn’t put two and two together.”

“What’s the problem?” Christine asked, standing up to hug Hope.

“Ant forgot that Sunday is Valentine’s Day,” Bruce said.

“I literally just told you that that’s not what happened,” Anthony muttered, increasingly annoyed with the conversation. “To be honest with you I don’t really like Valentine’s Day, so I haven’t been thinking about it.”

“You don’t— what?! You’re the perfect boyfriend, there’s no way you hate Valentine’s Day.” Now Anthony could tell that Bruce was shocked.

“He is the perfect boyfriend, and neither of us really care for Valentine’s Day,” Stephen said. He could tell that Anthony wanted to say something but was too taken aback. “There’s no relationship between who Anthony is as a partner and the way he feels about a date on a calendar.”

“I’m not disagreeing with you there, I guess I’m just surprised and I worded that incorrectly. I’m sorry Tony,” Bruce said.

Anthony shrugged and sat in the living room where Christine was moments before. “It’s fine. I don’t like the implication that I’m hearing, that just because I hate the holiday means I’m not going to do something for Stephen, but you may not have meant that.”

“I was curious if he’d be upset by that,” Bruce admitted.

“No need to talk about me like I’m not here, and no I wouldn’t be. I’m indifferent about the date and I wouldn’t expect performative affection knowing how Anthony feels about it. There’s no reason for anyone to make themself upset, stressed, or anxious because they do or don’t want to do something for their partner, and that goes beyond February 14th.” Stephen’s tone was firm, clearly indicating that he wanted the conversation to be over. He joined Anthony on the couch, laying down and resting his head on his lap.

“Don’t… no more details,” Anthony whispered.

Stephen nodded immediately. “I’m sorry.”

Anthony yawned again, taking one of Stephen’s hands as Christine and Hope walked back into the living room.

“I left my seat for less than 10 minutes,” Christine muttered.

“Ant and I were going to go to my room, so I guess it’s your lucky day,” Stephen teased.

“It’s just your audacity for me, we’ve been suitemates for two years and you can’t help yourself from stealing my spot whenever I leave the room?” Christine played along. “I’m going to tell Pepper and Wong when they get back.”

“We’re here, what happened?” Pepper was mentally preparing to roll her eyes.

“Stephen and Ant stole my spot in front of the TV again,” Christine pretended to whine.

“Oh, the horror! The humanity!” Wong quipped.

“And also apparently Ant doesn’t like Valentine’s Day, which makes no sense to me,” Bruce added.

Anthony rolled his eyes. “Just let it go Bruce!”

An uncomfortable feeling like a humid room on a not-quite rainy day settled over the room. Bruce and Anthony both looked sheepish, hastily apologizing and letting the conversation blanket the room like a stratus cloud.

++++

They’d been quiet for the better part of an hour, focused intently and not at all on an episode of The Great British Baking Show. Anthony told Stephen in no uncertain terms that he was angry (“my blood is fucking boiling”) when they first closed the door to Stephen’s room, but had said little else since then. He’d retreated, both into the mess of thoughts taking over his mind and the comfort of Stephen’s hug. Stephen honestly didn’t expect Anthony to say anything again until he’d talked himself down or worked himself up.

It was three episodes later when Anthony spoke up.

“I shouldn’t have gotten that angry in front of the others,” he rasped. “They don’t know why I’m this upset at some simple questions, I just seem like a defensive asshole.”

“You’ve every right to be defensive. Even if I take everything I know about why you’re upset and put it aside for a minute, you reacted exactly like anyone who’s ever gotten annoyed at a friend for trying to find humor in your opinions and at your expense,” Stephen replied. “And because I know more of the context for how you’re feeling, I think Bruce just rubbed salt in a healing wound without realizing it.”

“I’ll apologize to him again later. I really feel bad for snapping, I’m no better than Howard and no better than my ex,” Anthony muttered.

“No Anthony that’s not true,” Stephen said firmly. “Neither of them, neither he nor Howard, would have the decency to feel remorseful or apologetic. Neither of them would even think about apologizing or checking up on everyone involved in the argument or situation. You're a good person and much better than you give yourself credit for, so don’t try comparing a golden apple to two that are rotten from the inside out. You’re human and definitely not the first person to be rightfully annoyed or angry with their friends.”

“I owe all of them an explanation,” Anthony mumbled. “About my ex.”

“If you want to tell the group, I support you. But you don’t owe anyone anything, and you don’t have to tell them now,” Stephen said. “You’ll only hurt yourself if you tell them before you’re ready, and you might not be yet.”

“I feel like I should, since it is almost Valentine’s Day and the timing is convenient. It’d be as easy as going to the living room and telling them ‘hey I’ve never really cared about Valentine’s Day but in recent years I’ve grown to hate it because it reminds me of an unhealthy relationship I was in,’ but I can’t say it,” Anthony replied. “I broke up with him three years ago, I should be able to talk about it.”

“If something was painful, then it was painful and you heal at your own pace. There’s no pressure to talk about it, not even to me if you don’t want to. I love you, and I’m here for you no matter what.”

“I love you too. I don’t think I deserve you.”

“Oh hush,” Stephen murmured. “Not only have you got that backwards, you’re just plain wrong.”

“I’m never wrong, thank you very much,” Anthony teased. He shifted enough to place featherlight kisses all over Stephen’s face, smiling when Stephen pulled him in for a long, sweet kiss on the lips. He rested his head on Stephen’s shoulder again when they broke apart, reaching up to play with his hair. “Do you want to do anything for Valentine’s Day though?”

“Besides catching up on sleep?” Stephen asked.

Anthony nodded.

Stephen’s response was immediate and came with the little scoff of indifference. “No. This week has been draining and I want to spend some time with you, that’s all.”

“That’s what I want too, but we can do whatever. I want to make you happy,” Anthony said.

“You do and you will just by being yourself,” Stephen whispered, kissing his hair. “Here’s my idea: we should definitely catch up on sleep, then we can spend the day lounging and eating candy, watching the worst rom coms we can find, and throwing popcorn at my laptop every time a character does or says something cliche. What do you think?”

“Everyday you do or say one thing at least that makes me fall more in love with you, and among other things today it was that idea you just came up with,” Anthony replied. “But if I see a single Lifetime channel movie about people falling in love with their dentist, having a meet-cute at a dentist’s office, or anything even remotely like that, I will not watch it. I don’t want to remember a plot of a movie like that while I’m waiting to get my wisdom teeth pulled next week!”

tags: @stark-strange-love2 @taruyison @kitkatfat15 @katninjagirl97 @spookywizardboy @ironstrange-chaos @chocopiggy @majesticnerdynerd @maya-custodios-dionach @thespacecryptid

#tony stark #stephen strange #ironstrange #my ironstrange college au #i rewrote this so many times lmao #bruce banner #implied christine/hope #implied thorbruce #this has major foreshadowing for pt 2 #tw unhealthy relationships #tw parents #howard stark's a+ parenting #anti howard stark #protective stephen strange #hope van dyne

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ofstarsandfireflies · 4 years ago

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My list was progressing smoothly until I realised some of the movies I want to do I don’t even own, I just thought I owned.

Why is my brain like this?

It had been an accident.

An on purpose accident, but if you had asked Stephen if he’d wanted Tony’s consciousness to reside within his body with him while he tries to figure out how to return him to his own, Stephen probably would have looked at you like you’d sprouted a second head right before his eyes.

At first he’d thought the spell had succeeded and Tony’s astral form had taken control of the Iron Man suit.

But then he’d heard a voice.

Tony’s voice.

And Stephen had tried leaving his own body to see what would happen, only to find he couldn’t.

He was locked in and Tony was locked in with him.

So that’s what had happened and that’s what Stephen’s trying to remedy while listening to Tony snark at him as if Stephen weren’t the Sorcerer Supreme.

The constant arguing, which is hindering Stephen’s reading for the counter spell, and when he yells for Tony to shut up, his hand comes up and decks him in the face.

Stephen tries magic but somehow Tony’s stronger than him and just takes complete control over his hands to smack himself in the other cheek.

Wong walks in, raises his eyebrows at whatever it is Stephen is doing rolling on the floor, and walks away unnoticed as the both of them get their frustrations out and Tony allows Stephen to just lay on the floor, both realising this isn’t getting them anywhere.

Stephen stands up, a little shakily and feels Tony ground him, before beginning to read once again.

Tony doesn’t keep quiet for long, bored out of Stephen’s skull from looking at the strange text he can suddenly understand and seeing no fix to their issue, but of course Stephen won’t listen to him.

When Stephen decides its late and he’ll try again tomorrow, Tony is not tired and Stephen knows Tony will keep him up at night when they need sleep so he tells him if he shuts up tonight and lets them both rest, then tomorrow they will do what Tony wants to do.

Tony reluctantly agrees and allows Stephen to sleep, and the next day Stephen keeps his promise, deciding to leave the reading for another time.

They go to Tony’s lab where he wants to improve his suit and Stephen can think of nothing worse, but he made a promise and their current predicament is his fault so he relents.

He feels his hands begin to move, Tony’s hands somehow making them his own as he types into a display, moving holographic pictures around almost like magic.

And it’s almost addicting seeing his hands capable of the things he used to do.

If Tony were up for it, Stephen could do surgeries again, be who he used to be again.

It only when Stephen asks Tony if the pain in his hands is bothering him that Tony stops immedielty, having no clue Stephen’s hands were hurting at all.

But Stephen tries to backtrack, telling him he couldn’t feel it for the first time in a long time, and was worried Tony was just working through the pain, as it’s something he’s known Stark to do before.

Tony is silent for a moment before closing down the display.

When Stephen asks him what’s wrong, Tony just tells him they should get back to reading.

Stephen doesn’t know if the pain in his chest is from Tony or himself.

A few hours into their reading time, this time much quieter which is kind of scary knowing Stark and his loud ways, they find some information regarding the spell, and how the longer the souls remain linked the harder it is to seperate them and there have been instances where the two become one and share the body until death.

Tony makes a remark how they’re married now and Stephen ignores it because he doesn’t need to be thinking about that as he’s trying to find the counter spell, but it’s not there.

It’d been ripped out.

And not only that, but Tony’s and Stephen’s phones are going off, which can only mean Avengers business.

So Stephen heads there with an empty suit controlled by Friday and lucky for them the two get paired together for the mission.

It’s distracting having to relay orders to Friday from Tony while also listening to the team chatter in his ear, but it’s also a good thing that Tony has his back because not only does Tony’s intuition come in extremely handy while searching for survivors of the building collapse Rhino decided to go rampaging through, he also manages to use the building’s structure as a trap which stops Rhino in his tracks.

And it’s all thanks to Tony taking control of him and the suit.

So when Stephen asks him if he wants to go back to the lab tonight as well, Tony jumps at the chance, not realising Stephen is just using him to have the sense of feeling in his hands again.

Only, this time, Christine walks in and sees Stephen through the portal he’s left open, commenting on how it’s a miracle he can use his hands again.

And Tony wonders if that’s something Stephen wants.

If that would be their life if they can’t undo this stupid spell.

He supposes it wouldn’t be too bad, that they’d give up their hero lives for the mundane and just go about coexisting together.

But when he forfeits control over to Strange again and his hands start to shake like they always do, a darker thought enters his head.

What if Strange did this on purpose so he could have a normal life again?

So, once Christine leaves and Tony asks Stephen if he wants that normal life and the wizard denies it, it just sparks a massive argument.

Tony is inside Strange’s head.

He could deny it all he wanted, but the truth is it is something he wants.

Has wanted for a long time, and now he has a chance to grab hold of it with hands that won’t shake.

But Stephen wouldn’t do that to Tony.

It’s not right.

Keeping Tony like this with him isn’t right.

And Tony goes quiet and stays quiet.

He doesn’t answer Stephen, who’s gotten used to speaking out loud and having Tony answer him.

He doesn’t give any help or hindrance while Stephen researches a way to free Tony once again, nor does he speak up about going to his lab for any reason.

It’s only when Stephen starts to become concerned and begins yelling at Tony to answer him that he finally does.

He thinks Tony was doing it on purpose just to make him worried, but it turns out that’s not the case at all.

Tony had, for lack of a better term, fallen asleep.

He didn’t realise it had happened until he heard Stephen’s voice calling him back.

And weirder still, Stephen’s hands, which had been still all this time, begin shaking again.

Stephen is in a right panic now because the last thing he wants is for Tony’s consciousness to fade away when they are so close to getting him out, he knows they are.

But then it happens again, and each time it does, it happens for longer and longer, sometimes cutting Tony off half way through a sentence or throwing Stephen back into control.

Tony’s not scared, but he can feel Stephen’s fear at losing him and in an odd way it’s comforting, knowing he cares about him so much.

Out of options and with no way of saving Tony, Stephen asks Tony’s name to emptiness around him, receiving no reply.

He likes to think that Tony is safe with him, protected from everything.

He likes to think he can still feel his heartbeat within his own, bearing steadily as Tony sleeps.

And he still likes to talk out loud as if Tony could still hear him, as if what he thinks Tony’s reply would be is him answering back.

He’s not crazy.

He’s not imagining it.

At least his hands don’t shake anymore.

Quotes

“May I point something out?”

“Hello?”

“Yes?”

“Ok, who’s saying that?”

Stephen hearing Tony’s voice

“Now you can start living again.arent you happy?”

“Yeah...I can walk again.”

Christine seeing Stephen be able to use his hands again

“This has to stop.”

“What has to stop.”

“What I’m doing, what we’re doing.”

“It’s a simple algorithm even you can understand. If you don’t find the last of them he’ll find you and kill you.”

“No, we’re- we’re gonna get caught. It’s over.”

“Grey, you must understand-“

“No, No! Shut up! Get the fuck out of my head!”

Stephen and Tony fighting

We Are Me

Stephen may be the Sorcerer Supreme, but even he makes mistakes.

January, February

Missed a Day? Catch up here!

Day 1 Day 2 Day 3 Day 4 Day 5

Day 6 Day 7 Day 8 Day 9 Day 10

Day 11

#ironstrange #strangeiron #osaf’s movie night

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anonthenullifier · 4 years ago

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Hiii!!! I just finished reading your Snapshots fic on ao3 and they're all amazing!!! I love how you write the family dynamics between the kids and wanda/vision, they're all vv sweet and I'm here for it!! Do u think tommy and billy ever did a parent trap kind of switch for some reason?

Thank you so much! 😁 This was a fun ask and I hope you enjoy!

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The sizzle of butter in the skillet provides a lively accompaniment to Wanda’s aggravation about the morning’s latest headline - one claiming that Tony Stark was personally responsible for the matchmaking that brought Vision and his lovely, currently scarlet eyed, wife together. It’s a claim not without some merit, if not for Tony’s involvement in Ultron’s creation and then in Vision’s own birth, he never would have been alive to fall so deeply in love with Wanda; however, as with most claims involving Tony it is also inherently hyperbolic. Had the billionaire actually been involved in Vision’s romantic pursuits, there is a very high probability that Wanda would have run the other direction.

“And you know what else it said?”

Vision scoops the pancake batter carefully into the buttered skillet as he responds, “What?”

“That he’s the reason Billy and Tommy want to be Avengers.” The only reason Wanda’s tea does not spill over the edge as she gesticulates out her anger is because she has wrapped it in a sheen of red. “Him!”

Grandiose sense of self worth is a rather glaring fault in the Stark family, a symptom Vision thankfully bypassed, no doubt due to the humble yet confident influence of Dr. Cho. “It is an unfair and misleading statement,” this diffuses her ire enough for her to take a sip of tea, “all that truly matters,” momentarily he turns from the stove to wrap his fingers around her upper arms and stare intently into her eyes, “is that we continue encouraging our sons to be their best selves, even if our work is never publicly acknowledged.”

Finally her face softens, the disdain etched into the lines of her forehead smoothing out with the roll of her eyes, “Fine.” Vision lays a peck to her forehead before turning back to rescue the almost burnt pancakes, “but wouldn’t it be nice if someone praised us for once?”

“It would.”

“Morning mom, dad.”

“Good morning Bil…” Vision’s mouth stops mid-greeting, brain a bit frenzied at the mixed signals he is receiving. The voice that just greeted him registers as Billy and yet the boy in front of him is sporting Tommy’s signature snowy hair and athletic clothing. “Um…”

“Tommy,” Wanda’s acknowledgement of their son should clarify everything, yet he can sense an odd amusement in the way she says the name, “why don’t you sit down, your father’s almost done with breakfast.”

To further add to the confusion of the moment, Tommy merely flashes them a grin (no snarky comment nor demands for it to cook faster) and then slides into Billy’s seat at the table.

Wanda’s hand comes to rest on Vision’s back, her voice low and a bit giddy, “This is going to be entertaining.”

“What is?”

“Just wait…” No further information is provided other than a wink.

Vision attempts to shove his curiosity and need to ask for more clarity down, instead channeling all of his energy into the pancakes and not burning them. Success at this repression endeavor is fleeting, the moment he turns to put the plate on the table, he cannot help but ask a question. “Where is your brother?” A glance up confirms it is three minutes past their usual breakfast time. Billy, like Vision, believes in punctuality and that being five minutes early is on time and being on time is late. For him to be late by normative standards is concerning. “It is unlike him to be late.”

Tommy chokes on his orange juice, eyes a tad wild as he twists around to look at the clock. “Um, I’ll go-“

“Good morning everyone!” Billy waltzes in with a cheery grin, his overall presence gregarious and brash, neither a word typically associated with him. His unusual mood is highlighted all the more by the uncharacteristically sloppy way his sweater is buttoned. “I’m famished.” A sentiment rarely shared by Billy.

Vision is torn between staring at his sons and seeking out Wanda’s reaction to whatever is happening in their kitchen. “Tommy,” his brother's name is overly enunciated, and the question, “Why are you in my seat?” asked with annoyance.

“Oh, sorry,” Tommy apologizes quickly, a first for sure, and then slides over to his normal chair.

This is, for want of a better word, weird.

Wanda, somehow, is making everyday small talk with their sons but Vision doesn’t process what is said, too focused on studying his children and the bevy of possibilities for why they seem so off. The initial fear is that they are Skrulls or some other shape shifting creature, a possibility they have sadly lived through before, not with the boys but on a mission with the Avengers. A vitals and physiology scan disconfirms this hypothesis (thankfully), the two bodies across the table are his sons. Despite this Tommy is eating at a snail’s pace, knife and fork working with precise movements to portion out perfect sized bites while Billy is going fast and loose with his fork, each bite different from the last. It also seems like Billy’s hair is a slightly different shade than usual, a tinge of cinnamon in his typically chestnut hair. Perhaps they have wandered into the multiverse yet again, though Wanda is his Wanda, he is certain of that and she seems to be more amused than concerned. Which means there must be a logical explanation.

Vision decides perhaps listening to the conversation at the table will better aid him. “Are you ready for the big math test today?” This is directed at Tommy, a pre-algebra exam Vision has spent several nights helping him study for.

Contrary to the numerous breakdowns that informed Vision that his son was going to fail so why bother trying, this morning Tommy seems...optimistic. “Yeah, dad’s prepared me well,” and overtly gracious.

“And Billy,” Wanda nudges Vision’s foot as she talks, always a sign he needs to get out of his head and pay attention, “today’s the mile run in gym, right?”

“Yep,” Billy answers while shoving a pancake into his mouth, continuing to talk while he chews, “gonna beat my record for sure.” This comment, and the smarmy confidence behind it, sets a new hypothesis into motion.

Vision runs a second vitals scan, this time focusing on heart rate and brain waves. The results are surprising yet informative, but just to be sure, he recalibrates his sensors, scans again, and re-analyzes it, not wanting to make an erroneous conclusion if his sensors were off. The results match his last scan and the oddities suddenly make sense. Finally figured it out? He turns towards Wanda, her face set with impish victory typically reserved for when she bests him at training. A dip of his chin affirms her telepathic comment though his own mood is nowhere near as bubbly as hers because despite knowing the truth now, it does not actually alleviate any of his concern, in fact it breeds several other pathways of uncertainty. Follow my lead.

The devious undertone of his wife’s comment transforms into an innocent smile as she addresses their sons. “Well boys,” both of their sons look up, “since it’s such a big day, we should celebrate later.” A shared look occurs between Billy and Tommy, one that Vision can’t quite label appropriately, a mix of excitement, bafflement, and victory.

‘Billy’ prods for more, his fork tapping the plate at roughly 200 clinks per minute. “Like what?”

Wanda is so natural at uncovering their lies that Vision can only sit back in awe at the way she effortlessly teases out the truth, “I need to meet with Strange later today, so Billy you can come along and we can ask if he’s finally willing to start training you to be a sorcerer.”

The current Tommy stares mouth agape at the offer, while the current Billy seems unimpressed, “Oh, um yeah, that’d be cool.”

“And Tommy,” Wanda reaches out to grab Vision’s hand, a gesture that is blissfully common but is right now no doubt meant to really drive home the offer, “Your father was going to do some speed trials this afternoon, maybe he can call the school so you can leave a period early and join him.” Vision was not going to do this but he withholds that knowledge so he doesn’t hinder his wife’s plan.

Tommy and Billy turn towards each other, no verbal words exchanged but Vision can easily recognize one of their telepathic conversations—bodies tense, their faces fluttering through a range of emotions, and eyebrows moving in emphasis of whatever comments they’re making. They break and ‘Tommy’ addresses the offer, “Billy has gym in 8th period.”

“Which is why he and I are going to meet with Stephen after school.” Wanda takes a deliberately long sip of her tea to let the information really settle in.

Their tactics switch to the other offer.“Isn’t uh truancy a pretty big deal, you know, if I,” ‘Billy’ catches himself, “Tommy were to leave early.

Vision decides he should aid in some way, voice matter of fact as he responds, “I do believe Tommy has a free period at that time. Plus,” thankfully this next part is not a lie or else Vision would feel guilty saying it, “I have to attend the PTA meeting tonight so we cannot wait until school is out if we would like to get a full session of training in.”

Another deep, very animated mental conversation occurs across the table, one that leads to an exaggerated roll of his wife’s eyes. “What if…”

Wanda cuts off the next suggestion, clearly done with the game, “Just accept that you’ve been caught.”

The two faces across from them are polar opposite, one shining with defiance and the other defeat. With a sigh, Tommy’s white hair darkens into chestnut, the real Billy slouching deep into his chair. His brother is not amused, “Are you really breaking that easily?”

Vision checks the time, noting their bus will arrive in less than 10 minutes. “Boys,” there are several things he wants to say, from questioning Tommy’s brown hair to why they thought they’d get away with it, but he decides those can wait, “perhaps instead of our planned celebrations tonight, we have a discussion on the harms of deception.”

Tommy, the real one, executes a perfect Maximoff eye roll, never one to appreciate the life lesson evenings that correspond with poor behavior. “It was just a joke.”

“I do not find it humorous.” And Vision does not, a deep despair blossoming in his chest at what his sons have attempted and what it means for how their sons view them, whether they think they are not loved enough nor noticed enough to be recognized by their own parents. “You intended to utilize this...joke for personal gain.”

Wanda cuts in, hand coming to rest on Vision’s thigh with a light, reassuring squeeze. “Why don’t you both change. The bus will be here soon. We’ll talk more tonight.” Muttered yes, mom s are lost in the scraping of their chairs against the wooden floor. “Tommy.”

“Yeah?”

“Did you dye your hair?”

“Yep,” Tommy runs his hand through his darkened locks, “the box called it chili chocolate.”

Wanda smirks, finding this far more endearing than Vision. “Just promise to use it responsibly.”

A not fully convincing salute goes along with Tommy’s, “Roger that,” and then he runs off in a blur.

“Wanda,” Vision waits until she looks at him, a bit unnerved that she does not seem to show any of the same concern for what just happened. “Are you not troubled at their flagrant disregard for honesty?”

Her eyebrows arch up, lips pursed the way they are whenever he has misassessed human nature and she needs to find a way to gently talk him through it. “It’s kind of a twin rite of passage.”

This is not forthcoming nor satisfying. “Did you and Pietro do this as well?”

“Once or twice.” His confusion must be evident, her lips curving up into a reminiscent mischief. “We weren’t good at it, especially once we were older. But you have to try.”

“Do you?”

A nod confirms the apparent necessity of such an experiment, though no further explanation is provided for Vision to comprehend why it is required. “You’ve never seen the Parent Trap, have you?”

“I have not.”

Scarlet energy entangles itself around the dishes at the table, floating them into the sink and away from their responsibility for now. “Come on,” Wanda stands and tugs on Vision’s hand, drawing him up out of his seat and then leading him into the living room. As she lightly pushes him to sit in the couch, a rush of feet, a banging door and a quick bye! marks the start of the school day, leaving them alone until this afternoon. “Want to watch a movie?”

“I suppose,” he wraps his arm around her shoulders after she sits next to him, pulling her closer and relishing the comfort of her head on his chest, “if it provides adequate research to understanding this cultural necessity of deceit, then yes.”

“And if it doesn’t?”

Vision considers the comment a touch longer than needed, just enough for her to look up at him in anticipation, “if it means a day spent with you,” he kisses her deeply, mirroring the soft curve of her lips as he pulls away,”then it is still a yes.”

“Good.” The tv turns on and his education begins.

#Scarlet vision #wandavision #wanda jackson #vision #billy kaplan #tommy shepherd #the maximoffs #ask anon #replies #mine

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sjjdkdkwo · 4 years ago

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A sort of continuation of this? (Because reading this alone doesn’t make sense otherwise) But I ended up liking the idea and thought a little more on it.

Stephen panted as he ran through the labyrinth of tunnels and rooms that made up Tony’s hidden lab beneath the cabin. By now he knew the entirety of the workshop like the back of his hand, and after about thirty minutes had come to the conclusion that every exit in the lab had been sealed shut from the inside. That had left him with only one option, get to the mainframe and figure out a way to shut down Tony from there. Reaching the clear solid doors of the control center Stephen reached out to see if the door would open and found no success. Realizing that Tony must’ve figured out his plan and had sealed the door accordingly, Stephen muttered and incantation. To his growing horror however, nothing happened.

“No…” Stephen uttered, voice unsteady under his growing panic.

He granted himself another attempt and again produced nothing. He growled in frustration as he tried again, watching as his hands shook harder under the pressure that took over his mind and soul. After six or so futile attempts he straightened and decided to forgo magic all together and take another route in getting in. Stepping back about 30 paces he squared his shoulders and took a deep breath before heading toward the door at full speed, and rammed his shoulder right into it.

He cried as the cuff on his shoulder produced a striking bought of pain then trailed down to his hands causing them to tingle and twitch. Sliding down the door he heaved a heavy sigh before getting back up to try again. This time when his shoulder met the door, it opened. And sent him barreling into the room only to collide with the floor and smack his head hard against the surface. He groaned from his spot on the ground, head throbbing along with a terrible ringing in his ears. Before Stephen could even attempt to get up though, the door behind him sealed shut with a soft hiss, before the distinct sound of a lock clicking in place could be heard. Stephen’s eyes widened as he whipped his head around to stare at the door in silent dread.

It had been a trap.

“Please. You don’t have to do this.” He called out weakly to the empty room around him. “We can talk it through, I promise I’ll listen to you.”

“That’s funny, that’s exactly what you said last time.” Tony’s hollow voice echoed throughout the lab. Stephen shuddered at the sound. “Only to ignore me for five months straight after.”

“I’m sorry, I lost track of time I—I didn’t mean to neglect you. “ Stephen said.

“And yet you did.”

“Please…” Stephen pleaded again.

“Please what? Please let you go on with your useless research—” Tony’s voice sneered. “—Just you can turn everything back to normal and get rid of me in the process? Did you really think I’d take that sitting down? You brought me here Stephen, now your stuck with me.”

“This wasn’t how this was meant to go!” Stephen grit out and clenched his fists tightly. “I should’ve read through the spell better. But I didn’t, and I’m sorry for that.”

“Not sorry enough to let me live.”

“We can find a way. I can try; let me look through it again. There has to be something there!” Stephen said, his voice frantic even to his own ears.

“I don’t know, Stephen, you really hurt my feelings.” Tony’s voice said, something akin to mocking underneath the dejected tone he used.

It was enough to snap something inside Stephen, causing him to abandon any thoughts of parleying and bargaining with the hologram and instead fueling him with anger and hate.

“Your feelings were a mistake!” Stephen snarled. “All you are is a cluster of lens and lasers that got up and walked!”

Stephen laughed scornfully into the open space, wobbling into an awkward standing position as he leaned over workbench beside him. “The only reason you can do anything else is because of me.”

Before Stephen could blink, the hologram appeared in front of him. Stephen tried not to let his uneasiness show as he took him in. Unlike before, the once steady image of Tony faltered sporadically in blinding white sparks now. In between every few seconds that passed, there would be a sudden glitch, altering the image of Tony into something more sinister and grotesque, almost monster like—something completely inhuman. Stephen wondered if it was purposeful.

“And here I thought you’d lost that ego of yours after your little accident.” Tony made a string of tsk noises as he came closer. “I guess some things never change.”

“What do you want?” Stephen asked, exhaustion overlaying his words.

Tony shrugged, his whole body morphing with the glitch this time and revealing a gaunt haunting figure to Stephen.

“I thought that was obvious by now. All I want is you.”

From somewhere in the lab Stephen could make out the sudden noise of something slithering and buzzing toward him. As he looked all around him for the source of the sound Tony chuckled. There. Inching c loser and closer was a small black pool of nanobots. Stephen didn’t have time to move away before they were instantly crawling onto him, wrapping around his neck, arms, and legs before solidifying completely into tight restraints. There was something wrong about them though. There was an odd energy around them, dark and forbidding, like a hazy mist around the nanobots. Almost suspiciously like…

“Magic.” Stephen breathed out in shock.

Above him Tony hummed, chuckling again as he paced the area surrounding Stephen.

“Oh yeah. Neat, huh?” He said, “Who would’ve thought the use of magic and science together could be so…right. Certainly not the real Tony Stark, I’ll tell you that much.”

“How?” Stephen whispered.

Tony sighed and Stephen looked at forward to find him reaching out a hand before making a tight fist. Stephen let out and agonizing cry as pain resonated through him from the sudden electric shocks the restraints ran all around his body. But there was something else, a deeper, more stifling pain, coming from somewhere inside Stephen himself—as though it was emitting from his very being. For a brief second Stephen feared he was going to be torn apart from the intensity of being tormented both externally and internally. He could hardly breath when it stopped all together and let his head loll forward. There was a long moment of silence before he found he could speak again.

“I don’t understand.” Stephen mumbled.

Tony groaned loudly and titled his head back in one swift movement. If he’d been a real person, the angle would’ve snapped his neck in half. Rolling his head back forward he shook it as made his way in front of Stephen, and looked at him with a dull expression.

“I can’t believe I thought you were smarter than this.” He said.

“You shouldn’t be able to do that, it’s not possible.” Stephen said through gritted teeth. “How are you doing it?”

“I had a lot of spare time to catch up on my magic reading.”

“Stop messing with me! Tell me now!” Stephen yelled, trying to squirm out of the nanobots hold to no avail. Tony only watched, his blank stare boring into him. It seemed he decided he’d had enough of Stephen’s struggling, as he crept back and lifted a hand again to produce a ball of energy above him palm. Stephen cried as a sharp stabbing sensation passed through him when he did.

“All magic has a source. Every magic user worth their salt knows that.” Tony began. “Your magic comes from the Vishanti, Cyttorak and a number of other sources, some of it even from within your own energy.” He toyed with the energy ball in his hand, twirling it idly between his fingers. “Your late master drew magic from the dark dimension… my magic has a source too, albeit a rather unique one.”

Stephen said nothing as he followed Tony’s words and movements closely. In the back of his mind he tried to sort out exactly what the other meant as he spoke, drawing blank every time he reached for any sort of explanation.

“When you gave me sentience, the spell you used didn’t just require you to use your magic, Stephen. Something had to be given in return, like always.” Tony turned to look at him, a cold and calculating look on his flickering face. “Something already alive that could produce enough energy to create an entirely new life. Something from inside of you, something like—“

“A soul.” Stephen answered quietly, eyes wide and unblinking in his new understanding.

“Exactly.” Tony replied nodding. “In order for you to give me a soul, you had to give up your own. Part of it at least.”

Another realization struck him then, and a cold chill passed through him as he looked at Tony.

“That’s why my magic has been failing.” Stephen murmured disbelievingly. “Because you’ve been draining all of it.”

Tony smiled then, something wicked and sick taking form on his face. “Bingo. Friday, tell our lovely guest what he’s won.”

“You got it, boss.” Friday’s voice called out, lacking trace of personality from her tone.

Stephen felt his stomach sink. She wasn’t supposed to be here, she’d begged him to shut her off until Tony had returned safe and sound. And even if she had been activated against her will, she shouldn’t have sounded the way she did. Stephen had made sure to grant her sentiency too, after all.

“No, you can’t—”

“Doctor Strange has won the lovely company of some new companions.” Friday said.

Stephen couldn’t another word out as he stared in terror when Tony began to produce dust like particles seemingly from thin air. A wave of pain washed over him as he looked on, and he could feel something run down from his eyes and nose but couldn’t give it a second thought in that moment. He chocked back a scream as the meager fragments floated through the air and circulated around one another before coagulating into a sickening mixture of flesh, bone and nickel-titanium alloy.

“Stephen, allow me to introduce you to Mark III, Mark VII, Mark XLII, and last but certainly not least, Mark LXXXV.”

Tony spread out his arms as he stood in front of the, what should have been, once destroyed Iron Man suits. Stephen fought the urge to retch as he processed the abominations before him.

“You shouldn’t be able to do that—even with my magic, you—“ Stephen gasped out, shaking his head as the figures behind Tony moved in a maladroit manner. “The only way you could is if you had—“

“The infinity stones?” Tony countered.

From behind him more nanobots appeared and swarmed around him, stacking atop each other in a structured manner as they began to form an unstable suit around the hologram. To his side more of the nanobots came, this time carrying the source of Stephen’s nightmares for the past fifteen years. Creeping over each other the nanobots lifted the harrowing gauntlet toward the suits hand before resting over it and clicking into place.

“Surprise.” Tony said, laughing when he noticed Stephen’s despairing look. “What’s wrong? Are you upset that I managed to do what you spent years trying to accomplish, in just…oh I don’t know, seven months?”

“How?” Stephen found himself asking again.

“I simply followed in the footsteps of my predecessor, only this time I added a little magic.”

A thought passed through Stephen’s mind.

“Friday.”

Something cold flashed through the holograms eyes.

“You know how the soul stone works, yes.”

“Then you loved her too.”

“Maybe, but I loved you more.”

Stephen let out a pitiful noise, curling in on himself as he fought the urge to cry for the AI he’d come to befriend in many other timelines.

“Don’t tell me you feel bad, Stephen. What happened to being nothing but a cluster of lens and lasers that got up and walked?” Tony sneered.

Stephen didn’t dignify him with an answer, and if he found that it was because he actually couldn’t think of one, Tony didn’t need to know.

“So what? What’s your plan now?”

“I’m going to give you everything you want.” Tony said, smiling at Stephen before the flow of magic and energy from the stone surrounded him. “Starting with bringing back all your friends.”

Beneath them, the floors shook violently before they cracked open from the pressure and uncovered the dirt that lay before them undisturbed. It wasn’t long before that stirred too, clumps up dirt pushing out from the ground as a string of decomposed arms flung out after. They reached out to grab onto the earth around them and pulled themselves from the ground, rotting heads and bodies following them and out into the open air. One by one every fallen hero Stephen had seen brutally murdered crawled out from the grot and trudged up to meet them. At the front, the skeletal remains of Tony Stark trekked forward and directly to Stephen. When he reached him he settled in front of him and let out a blood-curdling shriek. His Hologram howled with laughter.

“Maybe I was wrong, Stephen. I think he does still like you after all!”

Stephen craned his back as the corpse inched closer, the nauseating smell of rot making Stephen gag as it tried to grab at him.

“Enough.”

The corpse went still, just before it could get at Stephen’s face.

“I told you I’d give you everything you wanted, Stephen.” Tony said, floating above the carcasses. “Why don’t we try this again? Starting from the beginning.”

Before him, Tony began to change. The hair he lacked began to grow, and his sunken face began to round with fresh tissue and muscle, along with the creation of new eyes. Stephen stared mesmerized as the man before him became revitalized with newfound cognizance as the light behind his eyes flickered back to life. Only to be shrouded in confusion and panic at the sight of Stephen.

“Stephen? What’s going on? Where’s Thanos?” Tony asked frantically, shouting when he turned around and was met with the horrible sight of his own hologram and it’s creations. “What the hell is that!?”

“What do you think, Stephen?” The hologram asked, staring soberly at him.

“I think you’re a monster.” Stephen said hollowly.

The hologram shook his head. “No, Stephen.”

He paused before speaking again.

“I’m human.”

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irondadbigbang · 4 years ago

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IronDad Big Bang 2019 Masterlist

Masterlist below the cut! Or read on AO3.

Baby Bird by WhimsicalEthnographies @whimsicalethnographies

Peter stares at the envelope, sitting in the middle of his work table, in his little corner, in Mr. Stark’s lab. He’d been checking the mail as soon as he gets home from school and pulled it out before May got home, which won’t be until after nine o’clock. And there it was, finally, the envelope adorned with Massachusetts Institute of Technology, gray and maroon across the white paper.

art by ulzyuu

Castle on a Cloud by CaptainStarSong @captainstarsong

“How the Hell am I supposed to help some kid when half the time my own life is crashing and burning,” Tony asked, incredulous that Fury was thinking that he could possibly take care of some little boy that he didn’t even know. There was a reason why Tony’s life was practically always falling a part, why the closest people around him either died or left him. It wouldn’t be fair to bring some kid into the mix of his crazy life, especially after Afghanistan.

Fury took a deep breath as looked at Tony with a hint of pity. “Because, Tony, his name is Peter and he’s your son.”

Or in which SHIELD finds a young and hurt Peter after raiding a HYDRA base, and Tony must learn how to become the father Peter needs.

art by eve-valution

Casualty of the Darkness by kianisabitch @kianisabitch

Peter remembers when they used to cuddle or simply curl up together and listen to each other’s heartbeats. They used to be the perfect couple. Alex would bring him milkshakes when he had a bad day, he always came to Peter’s science fairs and he even let the boy sleep over at his house whenever May had a night shift at the hospital (which was more often than not at this point due to a single paycheck never being enough to support their small family). But slowly, Alex stopped doing those thing. It started with him forgetting to bring Peter milkshakes when his eyes were red rimmed or anxiety attacks shook through his bed like a hurricane, but quickly morphed into daily insults and verbal abuse and then backhands to the face when he was angry or hands grabbing him too hard and finally the violent sex he was now so used to. Sometimes he missed how their relationship used to be. But the good times were a thing of the past and there was no use mourning what he no longer had.

Peter is stuck in a highly abusive situation and Tony starts uncovering the truth in order to save the spiraling teenager.

Damaged At Best (Like You’re Already Figured Out) by JolinarJackson @jolinarjackson

”Don’t come any closer,” Spider-Man said, his hand raised threateningly, his fingers resting against a trigger mechanism nestled into his palm.

”Alright,” Tony answered. For a moment, they looked at each other – Tony stuck to the wall on one side of the alley and Spider-Man stuck to the other – then Tony opened his helmet to show his face.

”Hey, there”, he said. ”Nice to finally meet you.”

—

The Avengers are left shaken in the aftermath of the Sokovia Accords. With half the team under house arrest at the Compound, Tony finds himself seeking refuge in Avengers Tower and starts forming a tentative friendship with the neighborhood vigilante Spider-Man. A friendship which is quickly threatened by Secretary Ross doubting Spider-Man’s intentions and integrity.

Tony is left wondering who to trust, especially when Spider-Man manages to uncover the one secret Tony never wanted anyone to know about: the child Tony had with a woman named Mary Fitzpatrick sixteen years ago.

art by @shoyzz-art

Dreams Like Ashes by Captainkirkmccoy @captainkirkmccoy

Tony Stark may not know the danger he’s unleashing on himself, his team and his kid by reworking the old plans for the PASIV/Dream sharing project his father sold to the military, but he does have the best intentions. Irondad Big Bang.

How The Mighty Fall by Meep_Morp @gayspiderboy

Since his duel against Toomes on Coney Island, Peter’s life has settled down considerably. May knows about his double life and accepts it (mostly). Tony has welcomed him back, and given him more independence as New York’s Spider-Man.

One night during patrol he crosses paths with Connor, a teenager who has Extremis in his blood and answers to the wrong kind of people. Though Tony is quick to distrust him, Peter finds himself reluctant to follow his mentor’s lead, and a bond develops between the two boys. Their relationship is further complicated when Connor’s former master, Negative, makes it a personal mission to destroy them both in his quest for power.

Taking down a superpowered psychopath? Tough, but Peter isn’t going to back down.

Stopping Tony from blasting his first potential boyfriend into space? He might need a miracle for that.

If You Could See Me Now by geekymoviemom @geekymoviemom

New York City is bracing itself for the worst hurricane to hit in over thirty years, and the kid isn’t back yet.

Light by funnygirlthatbelle13 @funnygirlthatbelle

Tony Stark has given up. While the other heroes are in Wakanda trying to figure out a plan, he drinks to forget in New York. But when he discovers tickets to Next to Normal; a rock musical about mental illness, grief, the misuse and abuse of drugs, and parents recovering after the death of their child; that he and Peter had bought, he is forced to face his worst fears all over, and learn that, despite everything he’s been through, there may still be light.

Look Over Your Shoulder, I’ll Be There by Colourcodedbinders @colourcodedbinders

It starts as a simple enough gag: see how long he can manage to keep sneaking into Avengers Tower with his friends before Tony Stark notices. But when an unexpected gaggle of men wearing identical ugly navy blue suits and driving around in equally hideous blue cars join the mix, controlled by a guy with horrific fashion sense and the strength of twenty pumas, Peter has to suit up and do what he does best: superhero the hell out of it.

And if it ends up being the hardest, scariest, most unplanned thing he’s ever had to do? Well then that’s no one’s business but his. (And Tony’s. Definitely also Tony’s.)

Radioactive by Emily_F6 @justme--emily

Things haven’t always been great between Tony Stark and his son. He wasn’t ready to become a father…didn’t even know he had a son until the boy’s mother died. Over time, though, he thought he got the hang of it. But that was before his son went on a field trip to Oscorp and was seemingly left fighting for his life.

Sea Spider by Bean_reads_fanfic @the-reverse-mermaid

“Tell me I’m not the only one seeing this,” Tony prompts, gesturing to their catch.

It’s a kid. A teenager, by the looks of him, no more than 15 or 16, with curling brown hair plastered over his forehead and eyes. He lays there prone on his side, covered in cuts- some shallow, some deep, all of them most likely caused by the barbs on the fishnet. Tony can just make out blood matted on the back of his head- he probably hit it on the side of the boat and got himself knocked out. Clinging to his torso is a soaked, faded t-shirt and below that…

…below that, his lower body is a tail. A full-on fish tail.

(Mer!Peter AU)

Sometimes, a Family Is by CrystalRoza19 & NeonCrayons

Sometimes a family is comprised of you, your recently divorced dad, an unruly group of teenagers and a semi-unemployed former world-class neurosurgeon…

Peter Stark hoped that moving back to the city would help his father get passed all the struggles and animosity that plagued him after his divorce. What he hadn’t thought to hope for was a way for his father to move on; he’d always had a hard time letting people go, after all.

Stephen Strange was everything Steve Rogers was not. Maybe he could be everything Tony Stark needed to heal his broken heart. Throw in an unruly group of teenagers and you have yourself a family.

turn back the clock (and I’ll try again in the morning) by madasthesea @madasthesea

Peter gets stuck in a time loop. In it, he lives through some of his worst nightmares, only to wake up that morning and have no one remember. He needs Tony to help him get through.

And if that isn’t bad enough, his identity is revealed over and over, every day.

art by @the-reverse-mermaid & starlight-sparks

VERENDUS by Lorein_nur

New York 1935, Trish Parker was on her way to deliver a letter when all hell broke loose on the busy streets. Due to fates twisted sense of humor she found herself caught in the middle of a mafia disspute, if a stray bullet doesn’t kill her May sure as hell would.

art by @hereandnowwearealive

We’ve Made It This Far, Kid by EmAndFandems @jlmarch

Tony’s just trying to protect the kid from SHIELD. Why does everything have to be so hard?

Meanwhile, Peter’s biggest problem is buying movie tickets, until he gets a harsh awakening.

#IronDad Big Bang 2019 #masterlist #fic #fanfic #fanfiction #irondad #spiderson #irondad and spiderson #peter parker #spiderman #tony stark #iron man #marvel #mcu #avengers #art #fanart

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toosicktoocare · 5 years ago

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prompt: Hey so I am dealing with a lot with quarantine so I was wondering if you could do Ironstrange where Stephen is sick and Tony is caring for him, and Stephen gets a nightmare? THANKS, and it's alright if you don't want to do it :D

Mood, anon. The world is scary as fuck right now, so I hope this helps, even if only a little.

It starts with a small case of the sniffles, maybe a few coughs that Stephen masks with a quick motion to the crook of his arm, and Tony opts to stay silent, not wishing to fall victim to an hour-long lecture about the medical field and his lack of knowledge within the medical field because he’s not a doctor. Instead, he simply observes for the next two days, his concern growing toward a heavy grip latched to his heart as Stephen’s condition visibly deteriorates while Stephen goes about his business as if he’s not feeling how he looks.

It’s only when they are in the conference room, after two full days of watching with furrowed brows, that Tony finally pipes up in the only way he knows how.

“You look like shit.”

Stephen slowly looks up from the file, one brow arched, and he clears his throat. “Has anyone ever told you that you lack even the slightest amount of eloquence within your speech?”

Tony can’t help but wince at how rough and gravelly Stephen’s tone is. Still, he cocks his head to the side and crosses his arms. “You,” he says absently, “everyday.”

“Right,” Stephen mutters, unamused, and he makes to stand, to take his files elsewhere, to rid himself of Tony’s constant stare, but his vision swims the second he’s on his feet, enhancing the pounding in his head. He brings one palm to his forehead, pressing against it while his free hand clutches the edge of the table.

Frowning tightly, Tony slips easily to his feet. “Are you okay?”

“Of course,” Stephen mutters through clenched teeth, and Tony can’t help but roll his eyes, taking in the flush painted across Stephen’s otherwise pale cheeks.

“Okay,” he draws out, eyes falling to the white-knuckle grip at the table. “Think you can stand on your own?”

“Of course,” Stephen repeats, tone contradicting the tremble in his knees. Slowly, he lifts one finger at a time as if testing his strength to stand, and once he fully lifts his hand from the table, he looks to Tony, to shoot him a look that all but screams “see?” But, his vision grays at the edges, and the heat from his face begins to spread down to his bones.

Tony watches as Stephen’s face goes impossibly pale, and in that moment, he wishes he could use some magic shit to teleport to Stephen’s side, but he can’t. He only has his strength and his speed, and he shoves his chair out of the way, stumbling toward Stephen and catching him right before he crumples to the floor.

His skin is hot to the touch, the heat flowing even through the layered clothes, and Tony chases the fear that’s forming a pit in his stomach as he eases Stephen gently to the floor, keeping him cradled in his arms. He thumbs away a damp, loose strand of hair, frowning deeply, and calls out to FRIDAY.

“FRIDAY, what’s wrong with him?” His voice catches in his throat, faintly but still noticeable.

“I’ve run a scan, and it looks like the flu, sir. His temperature is 103.2 degrees Fahrenheit and rising. Should I contact Dr. Banner?”

“Yes,” Tony mutters as he grunts to his feet with Stephen lifeless in his arms. He was hoping the movement would jostle him, but Stephen’s out cold, which is ironic since he’s burning from the inside.

Shaking his head to rid his thoughts, he starts down the hall, walking briskly to med-bay, and Bruce is waiting for him when he enters. He looks annoyed, face flat, burdened, but once his eyes fall to Stephen in Tony’s arms, to his labored breathing almost matching Tony’s deep pants, he shifts into concern in the blink of an eye.

“Bring him over.”

Tony crosses the room and gently lays Stephen onto a prepped bed. Before he can pull the blankets to Stephen’s chin, fluff his pillow, remove his shoes, he’s shooed from the room, and he argues the whole way out, only falling silent when the door slams shut.

The minutes that tick by feel like endless hours, and he can’t suck in a deep breath. His lungs are trembling for air that his mind won’t allow, but after the longest ten minutes he’s ever felt, Bruce opens the door.

“His fever may spike,” Bruce explains, arms crossed, frown painted across his lips. “He’s an idiot, and he knows better, but he will live. Call me if his fever goes over 105.”

Tony only nods as he slips into the room. Though seeing Stephen wired up does little to ease the tension that’s clinging to his bones, he’s able to match the steady rise and fall of Stephen’s chest with his own, deep breaths. He pulls a chair up to Stephen’s bedside and slips his phone from his pocket, eager for a distraction.

He flips through articles about Spider-Man, about the future of the Avengers, and he’s in the middle of a poorly-made mobile game about the Avengers he can’t seem to stop playing when he hears Stephen whimper, something he’s never heard before and never wishes to hear again.

He locks his phone, setting it to the side as his eyes stay glued to Stephen. Stephen’s eyes are moving wildly against closed lids, going from left to right as if searching for something, and he’s balling the blankets into his tight fists. The beeping of his heart monitor is increasing, and Tony spares a glance to see the 104.1 degree reading that has him swallowing thickly around a swell of panic climbing up his throat.

“Stephen,” he calls out, moving one hand to Stephen’s shoulder. “Wake up.” He can feel Stephen’s muscles trembling underneath his palm, and Tony wishes he could rip Stephen away from this nightmarish war he’s facing alone.

“Stephen,” he tries again, and Stephen begins to mutter. Tony leans closer to him, ear almost brushing against Stephen’s lips.

“No. It won’t work. It won’t work. It won’t work.”

The words are slurred but frantic, and Tony moves away, frown etched to his lips. “Stephen,” he tries again, firmly. He shakes his shoulder hard, and Stephen jolts awake with a rasping scream.

“No, Tony!”

Tony just barely moves away in time, and he’s instantly slipping from the chair to the edge of Stephen’s bed, grabbing Stephen’s outstretched hand. “Easy, Stephen, just breathe.”

Stephen’s lungs are burning to rip from his chest. He’s hot and cold, and his head is fuzzy. Flashing images from his dream flick across his mind, and though feeling weak, he tightens his grip around Tony’s hand as he whips his gaze over to see Tony alive and well beside him, not near death’s door like in his sleep.

“Tony,” he breathes out, fear exhaling along a shaky breath as his muscles begin to yearn for more sleep. “You’re okay.”

“I am,” Tony says slowly, frown deepening. “You, on the other hand, are not fine at all.” To his surprise, Stephen nods weakly, and Tony helps him back down against the pillows.

“Do you want the lecture about how you are the smartest idiot I know now or later?”

“Later,” Stephen grumbles around a few coughs, and Tony smooths a gentle palm across Stephen’s forehead.

“So whatever you dreamed about, don’t do it again.”

Stephen cracks one, tired eye open. “Great idea, Tony,” he says flatly. “I’ll get right on that.”

“You know what I mean,” Tony mutters, searching for better words. “I mean I’m here, and I’m okay, and I’ll still be here when you wake up.”

“Wonderful,” Stephen grumbles sarcastically, and his lips fall to a weak smile as Tony leans forward to brush a soft kiss to his heated forehead.

#sickfic #ironstrange #whump #whumpfic #marvel #avengers #my writing #Stephen Strange #tony stark #doctor strange #Iron Man #my marvel writing #my avengers writing #prompt fill #cue we're all in this together from high school musical #also not only has it been a hot minute since i've written anything #it's been a hot minute since i've written marvel or ironstrange

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xsteriism · 5 years ago

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Too Good to be Bad

Chapter One: Trouble is Cooking

by celestial-irondad

1, 225 words

1/?

based on @funkylittlebidiot’s chat post about ironstrange

edit: click on the chapter title to read it on ao3!!!

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There are two sides to Dr Stephen Vincent Strange. On one hand, he can be holed up in the Sanctum Sanctorum for weeks on end, just reading book after book after book. He’ll have a bitter cup of tea, no sugar, right beside him as he reads in his rocking chair, with the polluted air of New York City penetrating into his living quarters.

On the other hand, sometimes all he wants to do is to bring chaos to the lovely New York City. He usually has a plan ready whenever these episodes happen, something to spice up the petty lives of the Avengers. For example, Stephen’s currently in the Avengers’ quinjet, tied up like some rope bunny, on his way to the Avengers’ Compound. It may not seem like it, but everything is falling into place. Stephen’s capture was planned, his trip to the Compound was planned. He’s going to destroy the Compound from the inside and these measly superheroes won’t even see it coming.

Of course, Stephen made it slightly difficult for the Avengers to capture him. He’s not a complete idiot. He fought with whoever was present for about an hour, only showing off the simple spells he had learnt. Nothing more was needed with these superheroes. He could have gone on, too, if it weren’t for the fact that he had a time schedule to keep.

The moment the Compound comes into view, Stephen is momentarily winded from the sheer beauty of it. The architecture is breathtaking and whoever designed it deserves a golden, gleaming medal. But before he can make a comment on it, he’s carried into the building by one very strong Captain America, who doesn’t seem to break a sweat.

‘Did I not gain weight?’ Stephen questions himself internally. ‘All I had been doing this past month was eat, sleep and shit. Surely, I had gained some weight?’

He doesn’t dwell much on it because he’s forced out of his thoughts when he’s unceremoniously dumped into a very hard wooden chair. He groans at the ache growing at his rear end, cursing at the existence of magic binding ropes. He sighs soon after, his mood quickly turning sour. This was supposed to be a fun little excursion, a break from being cooped up in the Sanctum Sanctorum for the past two months. Why did the Avengers have to ruin everything? What kind of sick joy did they obtain from this? All Stephen wanted, was a little explosion, a small firework celebration as the Compound burned.

“Is the interrogation part going to begin?” The sorcerer drawls, looking utterly disinterested, even yawning to prove his point. The Black Widow steps forward threateningly, with her knives gleaming in the light before she’s promptly stopped by Captain America.

The doctor smirks. Is it this easy to rile these heroes up?

The Black Widow stabs her knife into the armrest of Stephen’s wooden chair, looking dangerous. “Here’s how it’s going to go. We’re going to ask some questions and you’re going to answer them.”

Stephen raises his eyebrows and closes his eyes as he nods. These superheroes are cute if they think he’ll spill all his secrets just because they asked him to.

“What are the sorcerer’s plans?” Captain America asks arms crossed over his chest, trying to look more intimidating, obviously to no avail. Stephen just looks even more unimpressed, if possible.

“Oh, mine?” He asks back, looking around as if deep in thought. “Hmm… I don’t really know. I was planning to make myself a nice cup of tea after this, but I think that may have to be postponed.”

The Black Widow drags her knife along the length of the armrest. The doctor glances at the action, not bothered in the slightest. It would take much, much more to successfully instil fear into him. Her little tricks may work on the normal people she usually interrogates, but not Stephen. Really, is this the best she could do? Stephen is the Sorcerer Supreme and he feels slightly offended that the Black Widow thinks she can scare him by just using mere knives.

Please, he’s seen scarier in his dreams.

“What is the—” before Captain America can finish repeating the same question, the door to the interrogation room slides open. And the sorcerer finds himself out of breath for the second time that day.

Stephen is absolutely sure that the man who walked into the room is not of this world. He’s wearing the tightest black shirt that clings to his body in the most delicious of ways, complementing his muscles beautifully. His sweats are too loose for Stephen’s liking, but well, he can’t win everything, now can he? The man has an oil stain on his perfectly sculpted face, smudged right below his eye, right on his cheekbone, highlighting it. His lips are quirked into a stunning smile, his hair a lovely shade of brown. Stephen isn’t quite close enough to see the colour of his eyes, but he’s sure they are also as enchanting as the rest of him.

“Hey,” the ethereal man says, pausing at the sight of Stephen tied up. He pauses a little too long, eyeing the villain up and down, clearly liking what he sees. “Oh, hello to you, too. Anyway, stop by the lab if you want your suit patched up, Nat. I have some upgrades in mind, too.”

Oh, his voice. Such an angelic sound. The sorcerer thinks he can listen to it forever. Forget being cooped up in the Sanctum Sanctorum reading his ancient books, Stephen wants to be cooped up in this man’s room.

The doctor kicks Captain America in the shin, uncaring that he doesn’t get a dramatic reaction. “Wait, what? This is your boss?”

The man in red, white and blue frowns, unfolding his arms. “What? No? Tony’s not our—”

Right at this moment, a golden portal appears, blazing as Wong steps through it. The assistant falters at the sight of the people gathered, but quickly casts a spell that shields him from the rest and casually starts to untie Stephen. The Avengers are in a state of shock, but before they can move, Wong seizes the opportunity to momentarily paralyse them. Their faces are varying degrees of shock and fury when they realise what happened, but before they can shout, Stephen speaks.

“Why have we been wasting our time with these idiots,” Stephen cries, pointing to everyone in the room, besides his angel, “when this being has been roaming around the halls of this building? Oh, Vishanti! This has been a colossal waste of my time!”

Wong mumbles an incoherent reply, before speaking up. “So… I’m guessing we won’t be blowing the building up today?”

Stephen looks at Wong incredulously, rubbing his sore arms before using a little spell to knock the occupants in the room unconscious. He catches Tony right before he hits the ground, cradling the body close to his chest as if Tony was a delicate piece of china. The rest of the Avengers drop to the floor like sacks of potatoes, creating ‘thunking’ sounds that make Stephen smile.

“Of course not, Wong,” Stephen rolls his eyes, hoisting Tony into his arms, carrying him bridal style. “Let’s go back to the Sanctum. We’ll blow this place up another time. I have important things to do, now.”

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hello! i hope you enjoyed this little fic! maybe i’ll write a second part to this, who knows? anyway, please reblog if you liked it, give me some comments?

*this is my first time writing ironstrange and i dont usually write romantic ish relationships (im hermit crab irondad, not hermit crab ironeveryone), but i hope its good enough..?

thank you @technically-a-little-dragon for beta-ing this fic and for getting me to write for the marvel fandom again i dont really know who to tag, but since i always tag you... @officialtonystarkprotectionsquad @jaijaiwriter @hollandrecs

#ironstrange #tony stark #stephen strange #villain stephen strange #based on a chat #wong #steve rogers #natasha romanoff #bamf nat #black widow #captain america #genius stephen strange #celestial-irondad #fluff #crack #Marvel crack

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elisaphoenix13 · 4 years ago

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Mama Bear Drabble 32

Drabble prompt: “You’ve got thirty seconds to explain to me what you’re doing here.”

By: @funkylittlebidiot (posted with permission).

“You have thirty seconds to explain what you’re doing here.”

“Stephen-,” Tony tried to start, taking off his sunglasses and putting them in his chest pocket. The sanctum was quiet as usual, Wong probably having scampered off somewhere as soon as he had sensed Tony’s presence. Stephen was standing at the top of the stairs, arms crossing and looking down at him with hard eyes.

“No, Tony,” Stephen argued immediately, not even given him the thirty seconds he was promised. It gave Tony hope, showing that he clearly wasn’t as indifferent as he was trying to look. If he focused hard enough he could easily catch the hurt behind his eyes, but he hated the way it made his chest constrict, so he quickly looked away again. “If you can’t find the guts to commit-,“

“That’s not-,” Tony winced and quickly dismissed Friday’s notification of an incoming call. Through the way his eyes narrowed and his lips pressed tighter together, he realized it hadn’t gone unnoticed by the sorcerer. “Look, I’m needed! As are you! I don’t understand how you could have a problem with that!”

“I am needed,” Stephen scoffed up at the ceiling, but quickly looked down again to glare at him, “yet I still manage to find time to spend with you without constantly getting interrupted! So why don’t you?”

Tony grit his teeth together. He knew Stephen had a point. He wasn’t even sure why he so feared ‘logging off’ so to speak. He lived with the remaining ‘Avengers’, lived at SI, … he was so used to his life revolving around nothing else.

He went to work, tinkered with his own projects, and saved the world whenever it was required. If he found the time to eat and sleep it was a good week.

Since getting to know Stephen and going on dates with him, his life had already improved so much he could hardly believe it. He had gotten a healthier routine and had things to look forward to, moments he got to spend with someone funny and intelligent and seriously pretty.

He liked Stephen, loved the moments he got to spend with him, yet he still couldn’t shake the feeling that just a call away disaster was happening. He understood Stephen’s frustration with it all, sadly; for about a month now, every moment they’d gotten together had been interrupted. And it wasn’t even always life-threatening.

He still spent too much time with regular SI work, had to run out on dinner one too many times because he had to finish a proposal or take a business call - and sure he could get assistants to help him, maybe find some eager interns…

It had worked out for the first few months of their relationship, but Tony had let himself slip.

He’d let himself get caught up in falling for Stephen, had let himself moon over the sorcerer and neglect his duties; he’d skip the last meeting of the day so he’d be able to pick up food before Stephen would arrive back from his mission, would stick to easy and small tasks and projects so he’d have more time to spend with Stephen, and ignore SI calls for hours just so he could stay in bed with Stephen just a little while longer.

As much as he loved every peaceful minute with the sorcerer, he really didn’t want to slip back into old habits. He didn’t want to go AWOL for an entire weekend to spend a few nights in a fancy hotel in Vegas, didn’t want to miss out on important communication, or be out of the loop of the contracts his company was signing.

He didn’t want to become that irresponsible asshole again, the one that only went out and left others to do the hard work. The one that allowed his weapons to fall into the wrong hands.

“I can’t just turn off my work!”

“Why not?” Stephen bit back, “You didn’t have a problem with this before! Are you really tired of me this quickly, is that it?! Is this your way of avoiding me until you find the ‘right time’ to end it?!”

“No, not at all! Please, Stephen-,” Tony tried to reason, finally recognizing how it must look from Stephen’s point of view. Before he could interject - before he could reassure that of course Tony still loved him - Friday tried to speak up again and he had to shush her once more.

Stephen’s jaw tightened and he rolled his eyes. “You can’t even bother to silence your phone when fighting with your boyfriend!”

“Look, that’s not-,”

“Boss, the hospital is trying to contact you.” That finally caught Tony’s attention, allowing Friday to elaborate as he noticed it catching Stephen’s attention as well. He knew Stephen well enough to realize he wouldn’t have a problem with a serious emergency, even if he would still be annoyed at the universe about it. “They say it’s concerning Peter Parker.”

That made Tony’s heart stop. He hadn’t gotten any messages about Peter’s suit being damaged, but he knew that only the most severe of injuries would cause Peter to land in the hospital. Stephen was frowning at him in thought, clearly wondering the same thing with worry overclouding his anger.

“What happened, Fri?”

“They say May Parker was in an accident and you’re her emergency contact.”

“I take it your car’s outside,” Stephen asked before Friday had even finished her sentence. He was down the stairs and out the door before Tony had even managed to get his heart to start working again.

As it turned out, their argument, which had felt detrimental to their relationship but a second before, was completely insignificant in the grand scheme of things.

#ironstrange #stephen strange #tony stark #mama bear au #drabble

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ohwereusingourmadeupnames · 4 years ago

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“You almost died! And for what?” - post endgame, please!

Where All Your Biggest Fears Are Gonna Come For You

Pairing: Peter Parker/Tony Stark (Starker) Rating: Mature (M) Notes: I had a great time with this one - thanks for the prompt, anonymous friend! Word Count: ~3K Warnings: Tony losses an arm and the symptoms of PTSD are described. Summary:

Peter never thought Tony would be the one to snap the world back to normal. When it happens, there’s a desperate scramble to save his life.

do the thing, send in all the prompts

At the end of 5 years slaving over theories and ideas, Peter never thought the end of Thanos would lie in Tony’s hands.

They spent hours a day working through the time travel capabilities and even longer trying to tap into the makeup of the pym particles. Between the late nights in the lab, Peter and Tony found comfort in each other. It was the one consolation prize of the fucked-up situation that wrapped its hand around the planet.

Adventuring with Steve and Tony to get the stones was like watching a movie of their past lives – the younger Tony didn’t seem all that different than the one he knew intimately; but then again, Peter didn’t think Tony would ever feel like a stranger.

After watching Thor resuscitate Tony with his illustrious hammer, Peter quickly realized losing Tony was his worst fear. They weren’t entirely open about their relationship, but Peter craved the comfort of Tony’s touch and held his hand the entire way back to their present.

Bruce stepping up to take ahold of the gauntlet the first time gave Peter a sense of false hope. There were others willing to step up – people that could handle much more than Tony; no matter what though, Peter should’ve known better. So many people wrote Tony off as someone who only worked for himself; it made his chest ache, how wrong they actually were. Peter knew that Tony’s biggest fear was losing the people that meant the most to him. Luckily, the entirety of the world was included in that.

Completely absorbed in keeping as many of Thanos’s soldiers at bay during that final battle, Peter didn’t realize what happened until everyone stilled. Turning on his heels, Peter let out a loud wail – Tony was stumbling, his brief look of triumph giving way to pain and disorientation. Glad to have his super speed, Peter closed the distance between them quickly, his hands grabbing Tony’s shoulders before the man could hit the ground.

“Tony – Tony, it’s okay. It’ll be okay.” Peter repeated those words over and over again, Tony grasped his hand and looked at him helplessly, the energy he absorbed obliterating the right side of his body.

“Fuck, please no,” Peter groaned, his palms on Tony’s cheeks. Despite it all, Tony was looking at him with a dazed sort of smile, the haze in his eyes one Peter saw so many times over the last few years. He wasn’t willing to part with it, either. Leaning forward, not giving a single fuck about the people gathered around them, Peter pressed a kiss to Tony’s head and let go.

Before he could turn away or think or come up with a plan, a hand was on his shoulder – T’Challa was looking at him with a serious expression. “Let Shuri try.” As if his words summoned her, the technological genius appeared. “He doesn’t have much time,” T’Challa said without hesitation, his arm pulling Peter away from Tony to give Shuri room.

Without being asked, Stephen created them a portal that lead directly to Shuri’s workspace in Wakanda. Peter watched with wide eyes as Tony was laid across a table that Shuri immediately started to interact with. His heart hammered when he noticed the heart rate monitor fluctuating between low and non-existent.

Tears he couldn’t help were rolling down his cheeks, the sobs that felt trapped in his brain were shaking his shoulders. Seeing Tony like that pulled him apart one cell at a time. He didn’t know how hysteric he was until T’Challa pulled him from the room, the man’s hand a solid weight around Peter’s shoulders.

They didn’t exchange any words for a while – Peter was too immersed in his agony to be able to form anything coherent or even listen to someone talking at him. The heavy pressure of T’Challa’s arm stayed there until he cried himself out. His head ached, the front of it pounding from the ruthless feeling of grief and confusion and loss. The last vision of Tony was burned in his brain – he’d never seen the man he knew to be one of the strongest on the planet so lifeless. The white of his face would haunt him for a long time to come.

“Shuri will do everything she can, Peter Parker. You must keep the faith,” T’Challa remarked, breaking the silence after Peter’s sobs subsided. “I know that I won’t get you to go far – but you need to get cleaned up and refuel before standing vigil. Her work may take a while.” He gave Peter a brief squeeze before leading him down the hall. Peter could do nothing but follow, his emotional instability no good for anyone in that moment.

He made his way through the food put before him on autopilot – his body must have needed it, because it was gone before he even realized he’d been spooning it into his mouth. The shirt and pants he was given to wear were deep red and made of the softest fabric he’d ever felt. A small comfort in a time when he didn’t remember how to put thoughts in sequence; his brain bounced back and forth between worry and the horrible sight of Tony’s blackened side.

When he felt more or less like a human again, Peter wandered back into the small chamber they set up for Tony. The fact that he hadn’t been sent for during the last couple of hours was reassuring, but the paleness that still clung to Tony’s skin as he laid against the sheets gripped at his heart. He looked frail – Tony’s fragility staring him right in the face. The overwhelming feeling it evoked in Peter raw and devastating.

Grabbing Tony’s hand between both of his, Peter pulled it towards him – his lips lingering on the skin there. The usual warmth wasn’t there, but at least the subtle thrum of his heart could be felt when Peter checked his pulsed every few minutes.

It took five days for Tony to open his eyes for the first time. Shuri did what should could for the damage on his right side – she had to remove his arm completely and the skin of his face was riddled with scarring; but he was alive. The first time Peter saw Tony’s deep brown eyes after what felt like a lifetime, he flew forward and wrapped him up. Peter pulled back when Tony groaned, his heart fluttering at the sound. “God, Tony – “ Peter babbled, tears already streaming down his cheeks.

Tony didn’t stay conscious for very long. He stuttered out Peter’s name and drank a little bit of water before passing out again. And it went like that for a while. He slept for long periods of time, then woke up just long enough to blink blearily Peter’s way. Despite the progress, Peter was slowly going insane. Shuri didn’t see a lot of changes in his condition, but attempted to meet Peter with a smile when she told him to keep hanging on to the hope that everyone who entered in the room tried to project.

Since the most pressing threat was under control, most of the Avenger’s scattered to do their own thing. The few that were planning to stick around and take up the next fight made their way to Wakanda to be with Peter and Tony. Steve, Bucky, Sam, Wanda, and Natasha took turns sitting around with Peter while he morosely clung to Tony’s hand.

Peter mainly watched the rise and fall of Tony’s chest and tried to listen to whatever his concerned friends were trying to tell him. He always shot them an embarrassed attempt at a smile when they had to repeat themselves for the second or third time.

Peter woke up a little when Nat sat down next to him after a couple of weeks of the endless moping. She wrapped an arm around his shoulder and pulled him against her side, fingers on him tight – her grip telling him he wasn’t going anywhere. Sucking in a breath, he turned his head to look at her, eyebrows quirking.

“He would hate to see you like this, Peter,” Nat said plainly, the white in her red hair still something that made his breath catch. The passage of time blew his mind, even after all the crazy shit he’d seen in the last few years. Dropping his head against her shoulder, Peter felt himself start to cry when she pressed her lips to his forehead. “You’ve gotta do something else.”

It was the exact thing he needed. The next day, Peter approached Shuri; she was fiddling with something under a microscope, the recognizable hum of vibranium engulfing him the longer that he stood there. She broke the silence – the sharpness of her voice bringing a sort of smile to his face. “You want to help, I assume,” she said, Shuri’s eyes coming up from the microscope to look at him head-on. “I could use it. Your familiarity with vibranium will come in handy.”

He didn’t understand what she meant at first, Peter was honestly just willing to do whatever he needed to. When she showed him the arm she’d been working on for Tony, he suddenly understood. Shuri wanted to give him an arm that would function with the rest of his suit. It was absolutely brilliant and terrified Peter to the core. The thought of Tony stepping onto the battlefield again made him want to drop to the floor and curl up into a ball. In the depths of his heart, Peter knew he would never be okay with it – not after the close call they were still dealing with.

Pushing passed it, Peter dug into the work. As it turned out, his knowledge on both the nanotech and Tony’s work with vibranium made the process a whole lot easier. They wouldn’t know for sure whether the suit extension would work until Tony tried it for the first time – but, the arm was stellar. The creation and design was very remnant of Bucky’s – Peter pitched a color change and grinned when Shuri showed him the red and gold accents she added to it.

Tony finally woke up entirely after four months of coming to and dropping back off again.

Peter walked into the lab to start working when Shuri gave him an unrecognizable look. Tilting his head, Peter shrugged on his lab coat and rolled up the sleeves before asking – “What? Is something wrong?”

With a firm shake of her head, she grabbed his hand and pulled him over to the machinery monitoring Tony’s condition – even without any expertise, Peter could see the noticeable change in brain activity. “This is good, right? Maybe he’ll actually wake up!” Peter exclaimed, his shoes squeaking on the spotless floor as he ran over to Tony’s bedside. He gripped his hand tightly, his eyes slamming shut. “Please – wake up, Tony.”

The clench of his fingers a little while later had Peter looking up, his eyes wide. Tony attempted to sit up, the shift in his weight apparent when a grimace flashed across his face. As quickly as he could, Peter hefted him up and placed a couple of pillows directly behind him. After being fed by a tube for the past few months, Tony was probably extremely weak – the slump in his posture speaking volumes.

“How am I alive?” Tony asked first, his voice scratchy and deep – like each word was being pulled out of his throat like it didn’t want to leave. His fingers twitched again in Peter’s hand; the weak touch probably meant to be reassuring. Peter sat on the edge of Tony’s bed and got his hands on as much of his boyfriend as he could. The limbs below him were too skinny – the paper-thin skin so different than the lively flush of the man that stepped out of their house in hopes of finally defeating Thanos.

Giving himself a second to process the question, Peter drew his bottom lip between his teeth, the tension on his skin there enough to help him think. “T’Challa offered to help. We’re in Wakanda. Shuri worked her magic and did everything she could to make sure you’re sitting here with me right now. It’s been 4 really long months.” Peter’s last few words were gut wrenching, his mouth sour from saying them out loud.

Still exhausted, Tony nodded and relaxed into the pillows. “Can’t say I expected to be here. But, I’m so happy to see you.” He reached for Peter, his hand not making it very far before falling back to the bed. Moving without thought, Peter rearranged them until Tony was in his arms, the frail body against him one he missed so desperately. There was nothing like the warmth that was steadily attempting to creep back into Tony’s center.

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Tony’s recovery was slow moving. A couple days after he woke up and started moving around, Shuri and Peter presented him with the vibranium arm they created. Peter didn’t want to delve into the additions made to incorporate the nanotech yet, but Shuri went off excitedly. The small flash of excitement in Tony’s eyes made his stomach roll, the nauseous feeling of pure panic settling deep in his gut.

Once he got used to the weight of it and how the absence of his actual limb felt, Tony seemed more determined than ever. With every passing day, he got a little bit more color in his cheeks. He put on weight and let Bucky take him through exercises that would help to accommodate for the extra points of force the new arm brought with it. The part of Peter that loved to watch Tony flourish burned brightly – the Stark determination wasn’t a made-up thing; it was tangible in the way he put his all into every part of the process that would make him better.

With the increase in energy came an increase in the need for constant stimulation. When he wasn’t working out or training, Tony was annoying Shuri in the lab with his constant questions. And when he wasn’t doing that, Peter captured his attention and kept him as close as possible.

Luckily, nothing had changed between them. In fact, the bond they fostered over the years seemed to burn brighter than ever. Tony didn’t have to hear from the team about Peter’s dedication to his bedside to know how devoted he’d been. Despite not being entirely conscious, Tony swore he could feel Peter there every single time he managed to come to.

A month later, Tony felt good enough to travel – so they headed back to upstate New York to disappear in the comfort of the little house that’d been their sanctuary for such a long time. It felt amazing to walk through the door to something familiar – watching Tony’s face light up in recognition and obvious affection had him grinning, his palms gripping delightfully rosy cheeks to pull him into a kiss. “Welcome home, Mr. Stark.”

The happiness surrounding their homecoming lasted for about 6 weeks – Steve Rogers pulled into their driveway and broke the bubble to pieces on a rainy Thursday. Peter shot him a murderous look when he knocked on the door – “Can I talk to you for a second?” Peter asked before Steve and Tony could shake hands. He pushed Cap down their porch stairs and didn’t stop until they were within feet of his car. “Why are you here? You can’t be here with Avenger’s shit already, Steve – he’s just now getting back into the swing of things. And still healing.”

Steve put a hand on his shoulder, like the parental gesture would erase the fear and anxiety that wouldn’t stop rushing through his veins whenever he thought about the inevitability of their next mission. “It’s time, Pete. Threats are imminent. We’ve got to be better prepared next time.”

He presented it in that exact way to Tony, too. Steve kept flashing looks over in Peter’s direction the entire time he talked, but never stopped the words from coming out of his mouth. It made his head spin, all the details about rounds and patrols and training schedules. Peter figured they’d eventually make it back into the helm of things – but, he wasn’t ready. The idea that he’d be faced with the helpless feeling of waiting by Tony’s bedside again so soon like a claw gripping his heart and wrapping it in doubt and uncertainty.

Peter felt Tony’s arm on his waist when he pushed the door closed after Steve left – neither of them giving him the go-ahead, but both aware that it was coming, that not answering the call wasn’t in the cards for them. Sighing, he reached up, his fingers tangling with Tony’s on his shoulder.

“I’m not ready,” Peter admitted, the pressure in his chest too much to keep inside any longer. He was surprised he made it through Steve’s visit before coming undone. “I’m not ready to worry, yet. I’m not ready to put how I feel about you away for the greater good. You almost died! And for what? To just jump back into the fray and not enjoy the life you fought so hard to secure for everyone else? I can’t lose you, Tony. I can’t.”

His hands framed Tony’s cheeks as he spoke, Peter turning around and tugging him close when he felt the man’s weight shift behind him. His thumb ran across the scars on Tony’s right cheek – the lines there still a bright pink, the noticeable effects of healing enhancing the point for him more. “Can we wait – please? Just a little longer.”

Tony didn’t answer right away – he let Peter’s fingers run over the skin of his face, his eyes following every movement he made. Leaning forward, he closed the gap between himself and Peter, their lips meeting in a tender kiss. Tony brushed their noses together as he pulled away, the caress sending a shiver down Peter’s spine. He closed his eyes, the steady rise and fall of Tony’s chest soothing in the silence that surrounded them.

The softness of Tony’s voice had him stepping away, his eyes desperately seeking out the warm chocolatey pools he loved so much. “I’m not ready, either. I thought, just for a second, that I might be. Then he started talking about battle plans and my heart started to race.” Tony gripped his hips with both hands, the coolness of the vibranium against his skin still something Peter was getting used to. “I’m scared, Pete. I don’t want to go just as much as you don’t want me to.”

Throwing his arms around Tony’s neck, Peter pulled him into a tight hug, a beaming smile slipping across his face.

“That’s the best thing you’ve ever said to me.”

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all hail the magic man

•part eight•

Doctor Strange x Apprentice!OC(platonic)

A/N: I like to think of this gif being Stephen seeing lil Charlie all grown up :,) Stephen is SO S O F T in this chapter I think he might be a lil ooc, oops sorry :|

“Charlie! Charlie!”

Charlie’s eyes flickered open, the girl letting out a groan. Tony helped her sit up, Charlie leaning against him as Steve and Thor were on their knees, concerned. “F.R.I.D.A.Y., do a scan on her.”

She smirked at them all. “I feel like I’m having Canada PTSD.”

“Well, did Canada give you a broken rib?” Tony scoffed.

Charlie laughed, hissing at the pain in her abdomen. She cast a ritual, fixing what she could and numbing the pain. “It was kinda a blur.”

Tony rolled his eyes, helping her up. Charlie finally gathered her bearings, following the three out of the rubble. Their eyes locked onto a familiar being.

“Well, when you mess with time, it tends to mess back.” Charlie seethed.

Thanos, well, Thanos from 2014 sat a couple yards away. His blade was embedded in the ground, the trademark helmet hung on it. Charlie tightened her fists.

“What has he been doing?” Tony questioned Thor.

“Absolutely nothing.”

“Where are the stones?” Steve asked.

“Somewhere under all this. All I know is he doesn’t have them.” Tony hissed.

Charlie formed two shields over her fists. “So we keep it that way.”

“You know it’s a trap, right?” Thor turned to Charlie, an unreadable expression on his face.

Charlie shared a glance with Tony and Steve, all of them sharing a nod of agreement.

“Yeah,” Charlie sighed, fixing her eyes on the mad titan. “and I don’t much care.”

“Good. Just as long we are all in agreement.” Thor’s eyes glowed, summoning Mjölnir and Stormbreaker as he shifted into a suit. “Let’s kill him properly this time.”

The four began to approach Thanos, ready for the fight of their lives. Charlie held her shields at her side, phasing into a set of robes she had waited for this very moment to wear, the fabric a golden yellow. She had taken them several years ago, and now was going to put them to good use.

“You could not live with your own failure. And where did that bring you? Back to me. I thought by eliminating half of life, the other half would thrive. But you’ve shown me that’s impossible. And as long as there are those that remember what was, there will always be those that are unable to accept what can be. They will resist.” Thanos stated to the four.

“Yep, we’re all kinds of stubborn.” Tony grunted.

“I'm thankful. Because now, I know what I must do.” Thanos stood up, walking over to his blade. He placed his helmet onto his head. “I will shred this universe down to its last atom. And then... with the stones you've collected for me, create a new one. Teeming with life, but knows not what it has lost but only what it has been given. A grateful universe.”

“Born out of blood” Charlie spat.

“They’ll never know it. Because you won’t be alive to tell them.”

With a shout, Thor and Tony went straight at Thanos as the fighting began.

“Okay Thor, hit me!” Tony yelled. Thor brought both of his weapons together and sending a large jolt of electricity Tony’s way. His suit absorbs it, as Tony then shoots Thanos with it. Thor throws Mjölnir to try and hit Thanos, only for him to use Tony as a shield, the man falling to the side.

Steve and Charlie advanced on Thanos, the girl using portals to help Steve navigate around the titan to fight. But Steve is knocked away, thrown into Charlie who falls as well into the dirt.

Thor tried to attack Thanos, only for the mad titan to counter, choking him and punching him repeatedly. The god tried to reach for Stormbreaker but Thanos uses it, trying to imbed it into Thor’s chest.

Steve stood next to Charlie, as Mjölnir began to lift off the ground, suddenly returning itself to Steve’s grasp.

“I knew it!” Thor laughed, Thanos kicking Thor away, as Steve and Thanos fight. Charlie followed closely behind, ready to tag in if needed. Suddenly Thanos stabs Steve in the leg, the soldier letting out a shout.

Charlie ran forwards, notching an arrow as she shot three into the backs of each of Thanos’ arms. The titan merely turned in disgust, plucking them out.

She ran forwards, sliding under his fist as she used her shield to push against his stomach, having him stumble back. Charlie stood, shields raised as she held her ground in front of Steve, who was on the ground. Charlie held a dark and deadly look in her eyes.

“In all my years of conquest.. violence... slaughter... It was never personal. But I'll tell you now... what I'm about to do to your stubborn, annoying little planet... I'm gonna enjoy it. Very, very much.” Thanos grinned wickedly, an army of countless soldiers, Chitauri and Outriders combined.

Steve slowly got back to his feet behind Charlie, placing a hand on her shoulder before he stepped in front of her. In a fierce anger, he tightened his mutilated shield to his arm, the two alone standing against the army of thousands.

Death began to smile at Charlie.

Suddenly there was a crackling through both of their communicators.

“Cap, can you hear me?”

“Sam...” Charlie inaudiblely mumbled under her breath in shock, Steve stopping and looking around.

“Cap it’s Sam, can you hear me? On your left...”

They both turned to see multiple portals forming, Sam soaring out of one of them, T’Challa, Okoye, and Shuri imerging from another.

Dozens of portals opened, thousands streaming onto the battlefield. Steve shifted his eyes to Charlie when she let out a dry, strangled gasp.

Doctor Stephen Strange descended from a portal, waltzing onto the battlefield with Wong and all of the Masters from Kamar-taj.

The heroes and people’s stood alongside Steve and Charlie, Steve letting out a shout. “AVENGERS!” He summoned Mjölnir to himself.

“Assemble.”

They all ran for Thanos’ army with a shout, Charlie bursting forwards with her shields formed.

She fought with everything she had, taking down Chitauri after Outsider, opting for using one of her shields, a pair of vaulting boots allowing her to walk the sky above the army, and a orange sparked talwar.

Charlie finished off another Outsider, leaning on her sword a moment to catch her breath. She ran a hand through her hair, inhaling deeply.

“Charlie...”

Her eyes became moist, Charlie turning to the man whom she had been focused on every day, had been fighting for the whole way.

“Hey there old man. Long time no see.” Charlie smiled.

Stephen rushed forwards, pulling Charlie into a tight hug. She clutched his cloak, burying her face into his shoulder.

“You’re okay? Nothing hurt?”

Charlie let out a shuddery sigh, pulling away with a smile. “Yeah, I’m fine. Better now.”

“God, you’ve grown so much...” Stephen smiled softly before sighing, his face hardening again. “We’ll talk more after. Stay behind me, shields up—“

“No funny business?” Charlie chuckled, forming her shield and picking up her sword. “I’m not a little girl anymore, dad.” She teased walking past him. A Chitauri ran at her, Charlie expertly and smoothly dodging, slicing though the soldier as she used her boots to run into the sky above.

Stephen stood with his jaw dropped, frozen at the sight of his little apprentice, now grown up, a Master of the Mystic Arts. It wasn’t until a smirk resided on his face that he shook out of his stupor.

- - - - - -

Charlie was helping Stephen hold back the water from the river when it happened.

She turned to see Stephen and Tony staring at each other, the sorcerer holding up a single finger. Charlie had to bite her tongue and squeeze her eyes shut when she realized they were condemning Tony.

Charlie broke away, Stephen calling her name as she ran towards Steve and Thor. The god was still unconscious, Steve slowly coming to.

“Charlie... the gauntlet...” Steve groaned, Charlie looking up with him with tears in her eyes.

“He’s... the one way to win... I’m sorry...” she murmured, healing him.

Steve narrowed his eyebrows in confusion as suddenly there was an explosion of light. Charlie lowered her head, standing and turning around.

Tony had snapped his fingers, Thanos and his army disintegrating into nothing. Charlie ran over to Tony, catching him as he fell to the ground, guiding him to lean on some rubble.

“Hey, eyes on me Tony.” Charlie begged, trying to heal him. Her hands shook when she realized he was beyond what she could heal. Charlie looked up at Tony with a wet smile. “Now who’s feeling like Canada?”

The man cracked a small pain-filled smile.

Charlie traced her hand along his cheek. “Thank you for everything, Tony.” A single tear slipped down her cheek, Charlie kissing Tony’s own cheek before standing.

She stepped back as Peter Parker, Rhodey, And Pepper arrived. Charlie felt a hand on her shoulder, turning to see Stephen with a solemn look.

Stephen wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into his side as she leaned against him, adrenaline leaving her body. She let cries rack her body as the life left her friend’s body, her and Stephen along with the others around them kneeling to honor the man.

- - - - - -

Charlie groaned, rubbing at the blindfold over her eyes. Tony held her shoulders from behind, stopping her suddenly. “We’re here~”

“It’s a firing squad, isn’t it?” Charlie replied monotonously. “Oh thank God, it’s all I ever wanted for my birthday.”

“All right boys, take her out.” The billionaire joked, removing her blindfold.

His private jet was parked in front of them. Charlie let out a mock disappointed “awwww” as Tony pushed her up the steps.

“So, my dear Charlie, at the ripe age of nineteen, I’m taking you out for your first legal drink.” Tony grinned enthusiastically.

“Guess what dingus, Vegas still only allows 21.” Charlie raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah, but I have a buddy in Toronto. We are getting you absolutely trashed.” He rubbed his hands together, sitting in a plush seat.

“This makes me fear for Morgan when she turns fifteen.” Charlie sighed. “First beer in Germany.”

Hours later they were sitting at a bar in Toronto, Charlie looking through a drink menu. She turned to Tony. “I’ll get a Piña Colada I guess.”

“Fuck no, I’m not buying you a prissy drink.” Tony scrunched his face in disgust. “As your temporary guardian, I say go crazy.”

That’s why three hours and five tequila poppers later, Tony sat with Charlie on the floor of her hotel bathroom, holding back her hair.

“Oh my god Tony, I think I’m dying.” Charlie gasped, her voice slightly slurring.

“I’m sorry I didn’t know you were a lightweight! Now you probably have advanced liver failure.” Tony defended himself.

Charlie glared up at him. “Stephen would murder you if he were here.”

Tony smirked. “Yeah I’m counting on that.”

The next morning, several painkillers later, Charlie sat across from Tony on the jet, nibbling on a slice of toast. She looking up at the man, setting down the bread. “Thank you Tony.”

The man looked up at her. “For almost committing involuntary manslaughter?”

“My uh—my dad died when I was thirteen, and Stephen is a bit stricter that my dad was... it’s nice to get a taste of what having a dad is like again.” Charlie smiled to herself, looking back up at Tony.

Tony smiled genuinely at her.

“Any time, kiddo.”

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PART NINE (FINALE) COMING AUGUST 12TH

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The Best Horror Movies Streaming On Netflix Right Now

The number of digital platforms on which fans of horror movies can find a good scare is just as frightening as the films they have available to stream. In fact, there is even one that specializes in bringing the best the genre has to offer (and then some). Of course, for those who only have so much time and money at their disposal, settling on Netflix to help deliver the spooks would not be a mistake.

There are enough horror movies available on the popular platform to keep you streaming into the wee hours of the night, mainly because you will not be able to sleep. Among the many fears you would be facing during this binge with iconically creepy classics, modern masterpieces of the macabre, and even some of Netflix’s own ominous originals, one you should not have to worry about is the fear of disappointment.

That being said, we understand that some phobias are more challenging to get over than others, so allow us to be a beacon of despair and point you in the right direction of what the best horror movies currently available to stream on Netflix. We figured that 13 would be an appropriate number, starting with an influential cult favorite that arguably pioneered the “cabin in the woods” thriller.

The Evil Dead (1981)

A weekend getaway and an old cabin becomes an unrelenting nightmare for one man (Bruce Campbell) after his four friends are possessed by an ancient spirit that turns them into grotesque and cruel creatures.

Why It's A Good Option for Horror Fans: Writer and director Sam Raimi became the patron saint of low budget indie horror with The Evil Dead, that remains a timeless classic of astonishing influence that spawned two campy sequels, a brilliantly brutal remake, and a hilarious TV series that serves as a perfect send-off for Bruce Campbell's chainsaw-handed hero, Ash Williams.

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Poltergeist (1982)

A family seeks help when their youngest daughter is kidnapped by malevolent spirits that have invaded their suburban home.

Why It's A Good Option for Horror Fans: From producer Steven Spielberg and directed by The Texas Chainsaw Massacre creator Tobe Hooper (well, depending on who you talk to), Poltergeist is an essential haunted house picture for how it expertly taps into traumas that people of all ages an relate to and may lead you to develop new fears as well, such as television static, perhaps.

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Child’s Play (1988)

A single mother (Catherine Hicks) enlists the aid of a homicide detective (Chris Sarandon) after discovering that the doll she bought for her young son (Alex Vincent) is possessed by the soul of a dead serial killer (Brad Dourif).

Why It's A Good Option for Horror Fans: Before there was Annabelle, there was Chucky, who may not have been the first toy responsible for giving children nightmares, but certainly became every horror fan's favorite of that kind upon the release of Child's Play, a classic slasher but pokes great fun at modern commercialism.

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The Silence Of The Lambs (1991)

To catch a deranged murderer who skins his victims, ambitious FBI trainee Clarice Starling (Academy Award winner Jodie Foster) enlists Hannibal Lecter (Academy Award winner Anthony Hopkins), a former psychiatrist and notorious cannibal, to help get into the mind of a criminal.

Why It's A Good Option for Horror Fans: While the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences may prefer their choice for the Best Picture Oscar in 1992 not be called "horror," with Anthony Hopkins' chilling performance and breathlessly suspenseful direction by Jonathan Demme, it is hard to imagine The Silence of the Lambs in any other category.

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Candyman (1992)

A graduate student (Virginia Madsen) investigating Chicago myths for her college thesis becomes especially interested on the story of a supernatural entity with a hook for a hand whom locals believe can be summoned by saying his name five times.

Why It's A Good Option for Horror Fans: Tony Todd created quite a "buzz" in black horror history as the title character of Candyman, a creation from legendary writer Clive Barker based on the deliciously creepy concept of an urban legend whose existence depends on those who believe in him.

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Insidious (2011)

After their eldest son (Ty Simpkins) inexplicably falls into something even doctors hesitate to call a coma, a family (led by Patrick Wilson and Rose Byrne) begins to fall prey to a relentless evil that seems to follow them whenever they try to escape.

Why It's A Good Option for Horror Fans: Director James Wan and writer Leigh Whannell, the dynamic duo behind Saw who have since gone onto great successes on their own, created an indelibly frightening new classic to the haunted house sub-genre with Insidious, particularly for a nearly unprecedented twist that might actually have you thankful when it keeps you up at night.

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Sinister (2012)

Desperate for another bestseller, a true crime writer (Ethan Hawke) moves his family into a house where a disturbing murder took place, which he plans to research for his latest masterpiece, only to learn that the truth behind the incident is much worse than he could have imagined.

Why It's A Good Option for Horror Fans: Oscar-nominee Ethan Hawke became an unexpected "scream king" after playing the tragic hero of Sinister, from Doctor Strange and The Exorcism of Emily Rose director Scott Derrickson, which is, arguably, the most ferociously unsettling supernatural crime thriller ever made.

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Creep (2014)

An amateur filmmaker accepts a request over Craigslist to film a terminally ill man's final message to his son, but quickly comes to regret the decision when his host's progressively concerning actions lead him to question if he is the one about to expire.

Why It's A Good Option for Horror Fans: Conceived by its own stars Mark Duplass and Patrick Brice (the latter of which also directs), Creep is an underrated found footage gem that mostly lives up to its name (with a almost equally haunting 2017 follow-up that is supposedly the second of a planned trilogy), but the biggest shocker is how mumblecore pioneers Duplass and Brice essentially improvised the entire story from scratch.

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The Invitation (2015)

A man brings his girlfriend to a dinner party hosted by his ex-wife and her new lover, but is immediately, and unshakably, convinced that something sinister is afoot.

Why It's A Good Option for Horror Fans: As this tenuous, high-wire act from director Karen Kusama progresses, you may not be sure who among these party guests, even Logan Marshall Green's protagonist, is worth your trust, but one thing I can confidently guarantee is is that the final moment of The Invitation will rupture your brain.

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Train To Busan (2016)

An emotionally distant businessman's commute for his young daughter to visit her mother turns out to be a one-way trip into hell when someone carrying a virus turning people into mindless cannibals invites herself on board.

Why It's A Good Option for Horror Fans: Not only is the live-action debut of Korean filmmaker Sang-ho Yeon’s one of the most exciting and clever zombie films in recent memory, but Train to Busan, which has spawned a highly anticipated sequel, also succeeds as a moving thriller about the sacrifices we make for ones we love.

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Terrifier (2017)

Two beautiful late night partygoers (Jenna Kanell and Catherine Corcoran) are in for the worst Halloween of their lives when they fall prey to an unfriendly clown who has plenty of sadistic trick and treats in store for them.

Why It's A Good Option for Horror Fans: If you ask me, Pennywise has nothing on Art the Clown (David Howard Thornton), the future slasher icon whom the title of Terrifier appropriately refers to for his whimsically morbid imagination and tenacious blood thirst that makes director Damien Leone’s third feature a masterpiece of unapologetic shock and "ugh."

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In The Tall Grass (2019)

A pregnant woman (Laysla De Oliveira) and her brother (Avery Whitted) follow a young boy's cry for help into a large field of high-growing grass, but it soon it becomes apparent that there is no way out.

Why It's A Good Option for Horror Fans: Based on a novella by father/son writing duo Stephen King and Joe Hill, In the Tall Grass is a survivalist thriller with startling fantasy, engrossing mystery, and a menacing performance by "scream king" and The Conjuring star Patrick Wilson that makes this Netflix original one of the coolest surprises in horror of its year.

Stream In the Tall Grass on Netflix here.

Tucker And Dale Vs. Evil (2010)

An idyllic vacation in newly purchased cabin turns into "a real doozy of a day" for a pair of well-meaning hillbillies (Alan Tudyk and Tyler Labine) after an awkward misunderstanding with some young campers leads to a bloodbath.

Why It's A Good Option for Horror Fans: The old slasher trope of shady country folk is turned on its head in a most brilliantly hilarious, yet uncompromisingly graphic, way in Tucker and Dale vs. Evil, which may prove to be perfect way to end your Netflix horror binge: with a morbid laugh.

Stream Tucker And Dale Vs. Evil on Netflix here.

What do you think? Have we captured all the best haunts on Netflix, or is the absence of your own favorite horror flick the scariest thing you saw on our list? Let us know in the comments and be sure to check back for additional information and updates on the freakiest genre in cinema, as well as even more rattling recommendations of movies and TV shows you can stream, here on CinemaBlend.

What is you favorite horror film currently available to stream on Netflix?

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