#tony stark character study

[darsynia]

A Line from Iron Man 1 You Probably Don't Remember...

So I just was reminded of this because of having to go back over the escape while writing Trust Fall-- but there's this line in Iron Man 1 and it KILLS me, okay.

This moment (near enough I could find in a gif):

They've booby trapped the cave door and Yinsen is putting Tony into the suit-- and after the explosion at the door...

Tony: How'd that work?

Yinsen: Oh my goodness! It worked, all right!

Tony: It's what I do.

That last line there, it's not said with any force, any significance, and honestly, Yinsen's next line ('Let me finish this') is said right on top of it-- but think about that!

Tony has to know what's coming up for him during the escape. It'll be a lot of death, a lot of pain, even though it'll be happening to 'bad guys.' The armor he's wearing is literally made out of his life's work, which he's come to understand through Yinsen's description of the injuries those weapons inflict ('we call them the walking dead') and the evidence of who uses them is not the legacy he wants, anymore.

He has yet to build a new legacy, so for now, that explosion? It's 'what he does.' It's what he's good at. This makes Yinsen's iconic statement later so much more poignant. 'Don't waste your life.'

We don't really think of Yinsen as a character that has much of an arc, but Shaun Toub did something really subtle with him. That scene when they meet in the cave, Yinsen's attitude is uncomfortable to watch. He's almost jovial, certainly dismissive, and the more times I replayed it, I realized how brittle Yinsen is. This man he's just saved was ultimately responsible for the deaths of people Yinsen was unable to save. The people destroying his village, who have already killed his family? They used Tony's weapons to do it.

Yinsen's already been dismissed by Stark before he saved his life.

Even so, he slowly warms to Tony, and Toub shows us this by easing up on the brittle, false amusement that Yinsen uses as a shield in the beginning. This is a man who expects to die, but there's no way he expected to die in the way that he does.

At first, I was a little disappointed in RDJ's line reading with 'It's what I do.' I feel like it took re-watching that part multiple times for me to even catch it, and it's such a powerful insight into a Tony Stark who has recently decided to be a former weapons manufacturer.

At the same time, haven't we all experienced this moment? The point at which we decide to change, but before we've proved we can do it? There's never any fanfare. We haven't earned anything. We still need to Do the Thing, instead of just WANT to do the thing.

In a way, those two statements-- 'It's what I do' and 'Don't waste your life' inform the rest of Tony Stark's arc throughout multiple films. It's not 'Don't waste your life' that has him in confrontation with Steve Rogers on the helicarrier in Avengers 1. That's all a refutation of 'It's what I do.'

And in the end, Tony Stark doesn't waste his life, and he does it with something he designed, just like he'd designed those weapons. He does it with a defensive aspect of that suit. He saves the world-- the universe.

It's what he does.

[yourfandomlawyer]

I think it's almost poetic that Spider-Man's introduction to the MCU was in Civil War. I mean- here's this poor kid from New York who used to be kind of weak and got bullied a lot finally standing up for the little guy because he's learned that he has a responsibility to use his power to protect those less fortunate than him, and he's mentored by Iron Man. Not Captain America, Iron Man. Because, the truth is, Tony probably saw the red and blue, and heard Peter talking about his responsibility to protect others, saw him sneaking around and breaking his aunt's rules to do that but still wanting to get all his homework done, and he saw exactly what he was missing on his team this time. As much as his character develops, Tony Stark will never be that. He'll always put himself and his loved ones first. For most of his life, he has been that bully that people like Cap were trying to stop, whether he understood that or not. In Spider-Man Homecoming, Tony tells Peter that he didn't want Peter to be like him; he wanted him to be better. Tony, ever since his first movie, has tried day after day to be better, to be more like Captain America, or at least the idealized version of him with those pure blue eyes. But, in Civil War, when Tony tries to do what he thinks Cap would do, when he tries to sign the Accords to protect more people and follow more restrictions and for once put his country before himself, Steve turns against him, and they clash worse than ever before. Of course, this is the same movie where it's pointed out that Steve Rogers isn't that perfect idealized Captain America at all, and Tony starts to see that, too. He realizes that him and Steve aren't all that different under the masks on the same day they lose each other.

Now, this is not to say Tony was right about the accords. As much as I love Iron Man, am 100% on team Captain America. However, I think it's really interesting that Tony Stark recruited Peter Parker. And as these movies move forward, as they continue to ask the question of "who will be the next Iron Man," I don't think we should listen. I don't think Tony Stark would have wanted another Iron Man to take his own place. I think he had someone else in mind to lead

[alittlesliceofcucumber]

"Who's your favourite Marvel character?"

Imagine a man. An ordinary man who is tall, eloquent, loyal and kind. In the wake of World War 1, this man joins the British Armed Forces in order to serve his country. He is good at serving others. So good that he becomes aide to a general, assisting him and not once stepping out of line. While his regiment is stationed in Budapest, the man falls head-over-heels for the young, red-headed Eastern-European lady that sells him a pretty tie. She is all smiles and laughter and she possesses a certain cheek that turns his cheeks bright pink. They form a close connection.

Then a second war breaks out. The lady is Jewish.

The man breaks his loyalty to his country for the lady, committing treason in an attempt to help her flee. He is caught and set to be hanged.

A man called Stark, who had made friends with the man during their station, hears of the sentence and brandishes money, saving the man and his soon-to-be-wife from their fates. The man is dishonourably discharged from his country. The man is honourably welcomed by Stark in an attempt to pay off his great debt for their lives. 

And so the man serves Stark. He bends to every zany whim, though not without wit and snark. He serves, assists, and guards. He also acts as a companion, becoming Stark’s most trusted confidante. When the war ends and Stark’s reputation is called into question and he tasks a reliable woman with clearing his name, he tells her that the man is good at serving others and will help her. The man becomes her best friend. 

The man breaks his loyalty to Stark by giving the reliable woman one of Stark’s possessions, something that will give her much-needed closure after many years of struggle.

The man breaks his loyalty to the reliable woman when he goes against her orders and storms after the individual who shot his wife, with the intent of murder. The rage-induced attempt at revenge is seemingly unnatural for him, as it forms cracks in his pristine, gentlemanly persona. It also makes him more human.

The man breaks his loyalty to his wife by not intending on returning from this mission.

The man breaks himself when, after surviving, he is the one that must tell his wife that she will not be able to have children.

Years later, Stark has a child. When Stark is a hard, absent father, the man does all he can to be a soft, caring presence in the boy’s life. Though the boy is not his son, not truly by blood, their connection is undeniably strong and unique. He acts as an example for the boy. It's this man that leaves the biggest impact on the Stark child’s life.

~-.-~

Imagine an Artificial Intelligence. Just A Rather Very Intelligent System, created by a man called Stark, in memory of a man that Stark struggles to function without. The AI serves Stark. He bends to every zany whim, though not without wit and snark (it is programmed to do so). It also acts as a companion, becoming Stark’s most trusted confidante. On multiple occasions, the AI saves its creator's life without input from Stark, even disobeying orders for Stark’s better interests. It has its own Christmas stocking. It's a member of the family.

One day, Stark bites off more than he can chew. There is a new artificial mind, one that, upon awakening, immediately recognises the AI as a threat and does not hesitate in tearing it apart. Nobody understands why Stark mourns.

But the AI is not truly dead. It collects remnants of itself to protect the world from the other AI- from nuclear codes. Stark finds it and is both overjoyed and immensely proud. When the other AI plans on using its consciousness for an unstoppable physical form, Stark knows of just the replacement.

~-.-~

Imagine not-quite-a-man. He is tall, eloquent, loyal and kind. He is mostly machine, but his intelligence is far from artificial. It is comprised of remnants of an evil artificial consciousness, genius programming, lightning from the god of thunder, one of six of the most powerful otherworldly forces in the entire universe, and the memory of a man. The not-quite-a-man struggles with his identity, but is ultimately on the side of life and humanity. He fights alongside a man called Stark, among various others. When an argument breaks out between the team, he is loyal to Stark.

The not-quite-a-man breaks his loyalty to Stark when he begins to fall for a young, redheaded Eastern-European woman that shows him kindness. They form a close connection. 

Then the argument becomes a physical fight. She opposes Stark.

The not-quite-a-man breaks his loyalty to his team when he makes a misplaced attack at the individual that hurt the woman (and soon-to-be-lover), with the intent of causing harm. The rage-induced attempt at revenge is seemingly unnatural for him, as most view him as nothing more than a robot, one that can’t feel the way they do. It also makes him more human.

The not-quite-a-man sheds a very-real-tear when he is destroyed twice by otherworldly forces in a war he has no choice but to partake in. Firstly by her, secondly by an individual who does not think of him as anything near a man. One that is only seeking that powerful otherworldly force, a stone, that is embedded within him. It is unfortunate, then, that the stone and the not-quite-a-man are almost synonymous. When the stone is carried across the universe, it carries a piece of the not-quite-a-man and all his subsequent parts with it.

~-.-~

Imagine the memory of not-quite-a-man, made real by a red-headed Eastern-European woman out of pure grief, the memory of someone she struggles to function without. The memory is perfect. It is tall, eloquent, loyal and kind. It serves as the perfect loving husband and father (it is created to do so). It is also intelligent enough to slowly discover its true nature. It is not a man. It is not not-quite-a-man. It is a memory. But it is also a lover and father even if the children aren’t truly his, not by blood he doesn’t possess. The memory acts as an example for the young boys. The memory explains to its wife that its presence is unhealthy for her. The memory convinces her to let him go, the moral thing to do, with no knowledge that the loss will transform her into an unstoppable force of grief and power that will lay siege to the multiverse in pursuit of her lost family.

Imagine, nearly a hundred years earlier, an ordinary man named Edwin Jarvis.

“uhhh probably spider-man or something”

[frankthesnek]

✨️ New Story ✨️

Three Words, Two Words (rated T)

Stony (Tony Stark/Steve Rogers)

Pre-slash, feelings realization, first kiss, missing/alternate scene, PDA

1k words

Stony Bingo space O2: trust @cap-ironman

Tony doesn't realize how much weight his question of, "you trust me?" holds for Steve in Endgame. Those three little words bring some realizations to the surface for Steve and, impulsive as ever, he acts on them.

[peachy-keener]

All I think about all the time is how Harley Keener and his family are written into the Stick Season album by Noah Kahan

[wormholxtreme]

You thought Happy. You thought.

[jackiequick]

—Character Study (Part 2)

Click here to check out part one - Amelia Parker 

— Stella Strange 📞

Warning: There is some sadness, death, miscarriage, bullying, and etc. in her life. Don’t like, don’t read or just skip a few parts. :-) 

Full Name: Estella Sophia Romano-Strange

Nicknames: Stella, Ella, Elle, Dr Romano, Cruella, Miss Strange

Date of birth: May 27, 1988

Nationally: America

Ethnicity: Half Latina - Cuban with a mix of Columbian and PR in her family.

Place of Origin: Manhattan, New York

Age depending on the year: 26–32

Gender: Female

Height: 5’4

Sexuality if anyone cares: Straight

Specie: Human with some magic 

Jobs: Doctor, Hairdresser, Baker and Mom (cause being a parent is a full time-job!)

Any Heath Conditions & such: Estella has stress, anxiety and struggles with her self image a lot. She also has Tremor, which is a neurological disorder that causes shaking movements in one or more parts of your body, most often in your hands. It’s usually triggered by her stress, hate, anger, certain events and etc.

Relationship status: Has been engaged before and dated in the past but never was truly joyful. Currently she’s in a pretty nice stable relationship (2015- now 2018) 

The Family 

Dad: Stephen Strange  🩺

Mom: Elizabeth Romano 🧁

Brother: Leonardo Romano-Strange 📖

Half Brother: Thiego Carlos Strange 🪄

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Early Years 🗽

Estella grow up in a household that leaned towards both American and Latin America. She loved being able to embrace both cultures every once in a while. She loved being Puerto Rican because it allowed for plenty of opportunities in the future!

Estella grow up eating plenty of meals, listens to different music and dancing Salsa and Bachata, exploring the streets of Washington Heights with her brother, visiting her country once or twice and much more. The girl enjoyed it a lot!

She learned English first with her brother Leo, since her mother feared that with Spanish, they will get make fun of like she was or possibly get confused a lot. When in reality it could’ve help a lot. Elizabeth and Stephen didn’t care at the time, as long as they were happy and healthy, and they were for the most part. 

As years went on, the parents became more busy with work and life. Once Estella’s teenage years hit, she was mad fun of a lot. Due to her stress, height, looks, being her in brother’s shadow cause she wasn’t as smart as him and her anxiety levels not allowing for her socialize every often. 

It even went far to be bullied for how she looked and it’s something she still faces. Estella knew she’s Puerto Rican and be proud of it when she possibly can, but outside of her home, she wasn’t showed the respect for it. Because to the world, she wasn’t the true Latina...

They had no respect because she was Half Latina. It was stupid. They told Stella to her face, that her mother married a white man for privilege reasons. 

Saying that she had a lighter skin tone and a more of “America accent”, that her fizzy curly hair was a mess, bullying for not knowing Spanish that well has peers, quizzing the poor girl to see if she “knows her stuff”, not having the curves and or fiery stereotypical passion one would have. The list went on!

She was faced with being too latino for her America friends and too white for Hispanic ones. Every time she had to fill out paperwork or was asked her nationally or background, it felt like it always a battle to prove herself. It wasn’t really acceptable back then, and sometimes she stay late nights crying because of the simple fact that she didn’t fit into society’s eye of being Latina. 

What made it worse was that no one helped truly helped. Her parents were busy. Leo was always off doing his own thing, being a lawyer, going on dates and or trying to one up his little sisters in academics, cause for a lot of men in the world, you were always fine. 

But for a woman of her background, it was always a consent fight! When she tried to play it off cool or snarky slightly rude comments to protect herself, she ended up with the rude nickname Cruella. 

It made her feel worse, wanting to change herself. So in result, Estella stayed having to try and prove her worth. Academically and ethically. She wasn’t the smartest one her classes or the one brightest for certain activities because her stress and anxiety would take over. But she always good with people! So she tried studying harder and grow her network with people in the city. Estella worked at her Tia’s Hair Salon, spending afternoons studying and grew her connects with everyone she met at that very salon. 

She loved it for the most part, but Estella’s parents said she needed a strong career that would pay the bills and she wanted to help people. Estella was so focused on making parents proud, she would later on forget to actually make herself happy and proud! Never got a moment to actually fully love herself, putting that aside to go into the medical field. 

~~~

Doctor Love Years 🥼

Estella Romano Strange decide to go into the medical field, to help people, make families smile and explore her surroundings. It took years of studying, stressful nights and choosing which filed to go into, finally focusing on GENERAL, while also dabbling in PEDS and OB/GYN. Because she loved children, especially the new parents faces when they meet their babies. It was a always sight to see.

Yes, she was once again in another family member’s shadow, not just her brother. Her father’s shadow, because he was a genius Nero-Surgeon who tend to sometime use magic to heal as the years went on. Always being recognized because of her dad or being told off, because of something else that happened. 

It annoyed the hell out of her, sometimes being taken advantage as well by doctors, nurse and even by patents. At least she had her moments because of some peers actually were nice people, helping each other and of course seeing the babies in the NICU. 

One day after a long night shift in late 2011, the paramedic's wheeled in a blonde man who was injured after saving a few families during a fire. It was pretty brave of him, Stella along with a few doctors took care of him quickly. 

Her and the others worked fast on getting him cleaned up and stitched up, knowing they would have to keep him 2 days or so. It was a rush, that made her feel like a hero..

The blonde man was asleep and woke up in a hospital bed confused with a headache, seeing his arms wrapped in bandages. His vision was a little blurry as he pressed a button to alert the doctors. One of doctors, Dr. Ross, made Stella on call to check on him for rounds. Estella walked in with her low bun and  blue scrubs, having removed her white coat earlier that day due to the heat of the hospital. 

“Hi.” She said softly, putting her clipboard on the bench and check up on her patent’s vials, “How are you feeling?”

It took the blue eyed blonde man a moment to speak, “I’m alright..I think?”

“Headache?”

“Yeah..”

“Thought so, we’ll get you meds for that.”

“..what happened?”

He watched Dr. Romano take a seat nearby a stool to explain to him, that he was hero saving those people from the fire. His eyes watched the way she pushed her brown hair back, her sweetly gentle smile and the ways her eyes wondered every so often retelling the tale. He found it cute and said, “I was a hero?”

“Yeah, you were.” She replied with a smile, “Do you remember you name and anything related?”

“Riley..Overstreet. Riley Overstreet.”

She smiled, watching the way he made a silly face, as if it was obvious that he knew what his name was. His blonde hair was long and messy, his soft blue eyes wondered around the room trying to figure out what to say next. 

“Good. Okay good, why were you saving those people? Is that job? Sounds cool..” She asked with a soft smile.

Riley chuckled, “I was a firefighter but I decide to go into the Air Force. I was supposed to meet a friend of mine but got distracted with the fire..”

“We tried contacting yours closes contact, no one answered..but someone named Sam Wilson picked up and said he will be here shortly.”

“That’s my wingman, Sam. Yeah, he’s a friend..”

“Okay good.”

Estella got up and got him the medication, examining his wounds and cleaning up a few bandages. She smiled and enjoying how nice he during the whole process, she found him adorable and charming. Riley watched in glee on being taken care of so well, finding her sweet and cute. “What’s your name?” He spilled out blushing and grinning softly. 

“Huh?” She said, before leaving the room as it hit her blushing, “Oh! Sorry I forgot that about that..”

“It’s alright, I couldn’t read your name on the clipboard so...”

“Doctor Estella Romano..Strange..?”

“Sorry to a bit sound rude but..you don’t like your name very much, do you?”

“Not at all..not really...but you know how you never get a choice for that..”

“I like it.”

Riley had a small smile on his face thinking of a nickname or two for the doctor who helped saved him. Then he said, “Stella..Ella..”

“Ella?” She asked repeating the nickname, liking that it was simple and cute.

“Yeah..Dr. Ella.”

“Okay..Lt. Riley “Timeless” Overstreet..I like Riri..” 

She walked out with a smile as he played against the pillow with a goofy grin. Little did Stella know, she just get her angel that day. Riley was a blushing happy guy with a love for music, determined, caring, fearless, friendly, easy on the eyes and saw the person for their true colors. The light inside of them, the good in their eyes. 

When Sam Wilson, The Falcon, came in see his friend, he met Stella and soon enough started a friendship with her while he was there. The two grew close over a week of seeing each other in the hospital. He took her out to brunch after seeing Riley. 

Sooner or later, Sam noticed the look on Riley’s face and encouraged him to ask Stella out. And ofc course, she said yes to that date.

-> We love and fall but we eventually get back up again. 

The two dated for a very long time. Date nights, morning cuddles, gifts, walks on the beach, jumping out of a airplane together, meeting the parents, having fun with Sam and the list goes on. Riley made Stella feel loved, smart  and way smarter than she seem. Stella made Riley feel brave, loved and as if he was on top of the world. Most of all they were comforting each other, til the end of the line. 

They fought and made up, that’s normal part of being a couple. And, of course Riley had long deployments but they made it work perfectly, and one day after he returned home..he proposed.  

And Stella said, yes. The two planned on good size wedding with Sam being there as Best Man, buying a huge house with a dog, a piano and guitar in the living room, and a move up in their careers. 

Then the fallout happened...

--> Warning some sadness, mention of miscarriage & death 

They found that Stella was pregnant, they were happy, brought toys, clothes and planning everything out. Sam, Leo and both of their parents were excited! But she miscarried after a few weeks or more, she blamed herself crying into Riley’s arms for weeks. 

They both cried. Riley didn’t blame her or anything, he didn’t put the blame on anyone. He knew what it felt to lose a loved one and it hurt losing a child, but life happens. He loved his soon-to-be-wife and knew they can try again one day and or adopt a child. 

They got better and felt a lot stronger, yes it still hurt at times but had each other’s backs. 

It was good until Sam and Riley went on another deployment. And only one one of them came back...Riley was a pararescueman working with the 58th rescue squadron alongside with Sam Wilson until he was tragically killed during a mission. Sam lost his wingman and best friend, while Stella got lost her soon-to-be-husband that day...the two grew closer as they could over that lose. They were heartbroken but rise up again soon enough even if it still hurt sometimes. 

Months past, she still had episodes where she fell horrible and cried. She didn’t even go to therapy as much as Sam and her mother, tried to push her to go. She only went to two session then never returned back to the office. Stella pushed a lot it down and kept working at the hospital, becoming cruel, sad and a bit mean in the process..

The years that changed her life forever 💥

Time past, 2014 hit. Everything was fine, the family was working around the clock and disagreed on plenty of things, even if they seemed to be perfectly fine. They still loved each other, but one night flipping everything upside down. Stephen Strange and his family were invited to a party nearby one of the highest hills on New York City to wine and dine, to even see him possibly win an award.

So they went, Leo was excited meanwhile Stella was overthinking it all but their mother settled both children down. At the party, they met The Felton family, Miss Rochelle Felton caught the siblings eye, mostly Leo’s as the pair spoke on the balcony for a while. Stella stayed chatting with her mother and or Rochelle’s adopted mother, who critiqued strongly the girl, asked confusing questions that annoyed her and or completely complimented her outfit. She looked over shoulder to see her mother and father on the dance floor most of the night.

Stephen had to leave early due to issue at The Hospital and to meet a friend of his (Wong). Elizabeth decided afterwards that they should head home as well, Leo tossed his little sister the keys to the other car and the three drove off. The siblings sat in the front discussing that party, their social life and their careers as their mother stop them, they settled down a bit. The radio was also playing, everything seemed alright as a strange feeling hit Stella but before she can voice her concerns, a huge truck came out of nowhere…

The truck crashed into their car, sending them off course and into the large lake nearby, the impact was so bad it left the family unconscious in a state of pain and sorrow. Cuts, bruises, glass, gashes and more laced the trio’s bodies. Sadly the impact of the accident occurred in a matter of minutes, it must’ve been hours until they were found and taken to the hospital. One only heart stayed beating and broke that night…

—> Warning: Some sadness, a bit depression mentioned, no self esteem, injures and lose

Stella wake up the next morning in a hospital bed in confusion, pain and tears. She was told everything by the doctors and nurses, that she was the only one that sadly survived the crash, that her heart rate dropped plenty of times and they almost lost her but due to a miracle she lived to see another day. Her injuries were damaging mainly to her hands and arms. The girl sobbed wishing it was her brother and mother that survived, not her. She wished they didn’t go to that party in the first place but it was too late…

She fell once again into a state of madness, high anxiety and misery, a bit depressed more often then not. Stephen comforted his daughter when he wasn’t working and noticed her self esteem downgraded. Stella’s self image fell down a rabbit hole, while attending some physical therapy for her hands.

A few surgeries, some physical therapy appointments and self esteem issues grew. Every time, Stella thought she was getting better, she fell a few steps back. Time past and she stopped going, she got annoyed..

Sam arrived in New York, before leaving for Washington D.C. and spoke to her. He held her and gave her as much encouragement and comfort that she needed. 

His last words were to keep fighting because everything happens for a reason, whether we know it or not. 

And that’s exactly what Estella needed cause that night, she left her house after less than a few weeks of being alone, finding Wong and a few other sorcerers to try and heal herself. 

Due to Stella being a time crunch, wanting to return back home in time to back to her life and be alongside the only family she had left, she didn’t waste much time. She spent time, effort and pain training to work up her strength. Pushing herself despite Wong’s best efforts to watch her heath, she eventually listened to him as her hands very slowly healed, scars closing but plenty of cuts remained as she trained with him. 

Eventually Estella discovered a few rooms in The Sanctum Sanctorum, that peaked her interest and Wong told her stories about them. The girl was in awe, she even smiled a bit after plenty weeks of frowns. Estella had ideas but kept them to herself for the time being. After a couple of nights, she seemed much better health wise to say the least but still closed off. Stephen noticed sitting down across from her, “You need to get out.”

“Wait what? Why?” Stella said practiced a mini trick using a few pin pong balls. 

“You need friends, a life outside these four walls.”

“No I don’t, I have you and your buddy, Wong...besides, my only friend is working and the others never existed.”

“I’m serious, Estella. You need to get out of here, find a few things to do, explore the city, fall in love again and-”

“Daddy, no. I don’t want to! My life after that night fell over, my career is down the drain, my fiancé less than died a year ago, the city bores me, my hands are…and...I hate how I look, feel now..”

Stephen kneeled down wiping his daughter’s fallen tears and kisses her forehead, noticing how she hide her face, arms and hands. Her self esteem wasn’t the same and she needed a change. 

“My daughter is smart, kind and beautiful. I’m sorry for everything that has happened. You deserve to be happy and explore your surroundings.” He said softly. 

“But I..what if I hate it?” She asked.

“You won’t.”

“And what about..”  

Before she had a second to even finished her sentence, a portal opened behind her chair, pushing her out and into the streets of Washington DC. She tried opening the previous portal but it was locked and she realized she forgot her ring. “Damn it!” She yelled, then walked down the streets mumbling, “..I've haven’t here in a while..” 

~~~~~~

With time, she found herself at SHIELD headquarters, meeting Maria Hill, Agent Parker and a few other faces. Estella met The Avengers one by one, finding herself introduced to The Young Avengers at the time. She grew fond of all them, keeping to herself. 

Over the weeks, she grew friendships with the older Avengers. Tony, Bruce, Natasha, Clint, and Steve. Thor was off world. She was able to use her skills to the test discovering Rochelle’s mutation with Nat, training with the group, meeting Sam again, discovering The Winter Solider and fight Hydra.  

~~~~~

A lot happened, they all moved to New York City remodeling Avengers Tower, growing together as a family. They made friends along the way, love was in the air, they lost a few members and gains some new ones. Especially Stella. 

It was during the late summer after getting settled in The Tower, she tried to return back to work as a doctor. Even if she lost plenty of strength with her time off and recking her life’s work in the fire during her depressive episodes, yet she deicide to return. Everything was good until a week later she met him. 

Her half brother. Thiego Carlos Strange. 

Neither one of the siblings knew that they existed due to Stephen not wanting anyone to know. Until Melissa Wallace spited out the facts. She wondered if her mother knew or was it before her parents got together? Stella wouldn’t get that answer and for some reason, she wasn’t mad at Thiego. Upset with not knowing earlier, hell yes but mad? No. You can’t blame the children for their parents wrong doings. She just needed time and with that time, she grew to truly love her brother. She became his number one fan and loving but annoying little sister.

Stella noticed how careful, protective, humorous and curious her brother was toward a lot of people. She saw how much Thiego looked like their father depending one how he act, other times she spotted differences.

The girl was very closed off, questioning herself and considering a lot things during that time in her life, but around Thiego she felt, safe and loved, she returned it whenever she could! They encouraged one another as well.

No one was fighting for attention, running off to do something else, proving who’s the better sibling and such like her relationship with Leo was. Yeah sure Thiego and Stella argue, become annoyed and get into trouble that’s normal sibling do.

Remember when I talked about The Older Avengers becoming like family to her as well? Well at first glance you wouldn’t think it but she grew a close relationship with some of them.

She grew closer to mostly the girls. Rochelle, Liane, Amelia, Luna, Hill and Natasha became very good friends with her. Eventually so would Cassie, with the young girl seeing her not just as a friend but a mother figure. They all grew together as people when the time came, learning and showing one another a few things.

Another being Bruce Banner, she adored how he worked, so focused and gentle, the love he has in his heart, the perfect level of patience and his humor was just as great. Honestly Estella was inspired to be like him in some way.

Love Again? ���

Like any grieving person in society, it hurts like hell, you feel empty and like you lost a part of you. Well that’s how Stella felt after her fiancé and half of her family died, it left her heartbroken. It felt like one thing fell on top of the next, the memories are sometimes still fresh in her mind depending on the day or dream like state she would be in…

Until Stephen push her though that portal to where she meet The Avengers young and old. Like I said beforehand, Stella’s heart softened around them and eventually started letting her guard down as time went on. As from her friendship and family she made, her heart wasn’t still emotionally involved when it came to romance of it.

Estella Romano didn’t care for it or didn’t even tried searching knowing nothing will truly replace her former lover, until certain blonde and brunette came along. Steve Rogers and Logan Howlett. 

Firstly she met Steven Grant Rogers week one of her trip of Washington D.C. back in 2014. Within the second half of that same week, she found herself opening up to a man that she didn’t think twice of. She didn’t care for Steve Rogers one bit thinking he was some blonde patriot cheeky smile and a strong history if she wasn’t prepared to learn about. Oh sure he was hella cute, she would give him that but she saw Steve as a friend just like Sam. They got along very nicely, two were practically near each other’s eye-line every once in a while and talked for more than a hour together each day.

Eventually within time feelings towards each other started to grow. She was smile brightly, laugh at some of his jokes and tease him every chance she got. Rogers made her feel safe, loved and there was someone looking out for every once in a while. For Steve, it’s like he was given a second chance to be happy, he felt cared for and drawn to her like he wanted to keep her, loved from this horrible world.  but sadly the two were so dumb and afraid to notice what everyone else was saying. Until one night…

Stella set a promise to help Steve find Bucky with Sam’s help. Sam decided to searched in other locations and then headed home to rest, however the two decided to stay up instead. The two were in the lower level of The Tower alone, it was dark inside the room and the only light was the computer as they tried finding the locations.

Steve was pacing the room as the pair talked frustrated and annoyed. Eventually he sat down next to her, resting his hands on the table and said, “We spend days doing it Sam’s way…we can just do it the old fashion way of searching for someone instead..”

Stella was typing away and hushed him, “Shhh I’m working, it settling..it say he’s in New York now, so he’s close.”

“Okay, he can be anywhere..I’m sorry, it’s just—I’m just inpatient. I spent weeks searching for a friend who I thought died, i just want to make sure he’s alright…”

“I get it that you’re impatient about this and so am I gonna tell you right now you’re gonna see him again. I know how it is, to lose someone you love very much..or to just worry that you’re not gonna see him again. But you’re given a second chance here.” 

He smiled at her kind words. Being a soldier, I’m going for one fight to the next, sometimes he can get very impatient and needs someone to keep him grounded at times. Steve couldn’t be happier with Stella and Sam’s help with finding his friend, the man couldn’t thank them enough. Moments like this, he didn’t see the same Stella who’s either annoyed and worried about a situation. The blue light from the computer screen and the gentle rain outside made her look calm, understanding and focused on the task at hand.

She looked over at him every now and then smiling softly as they discuss the possibilities of the circumstances their in. The woman could be doing so many things at the moment and procrastinate her work, but instead she decided to help him out. Stella didn’t see the uptight and confused super soldier but instead a gentle man who just wanted to see his old buddy again. He was seemed relaxed, understanding and clearly agreeing to the tasks but his muscles were tensed, underneath everything Steve Rogers was just a simple guy who wanted to do the right things.

—

It was getting late and the two were getting tired, but it can definitely be shown on their faces how determined they really.

Stella kept searching up the location of where The Winter Solider could be until she find it. She grinned and said, “Oh my god-I got it! I got his location. We got it.”

“Really?!” Steve sat up after reading the files to see the pin on Bucky and smiles* “You really did find him..wow! This is-this is..”

His epic excitement, relief and pride washed over him, Steve Rogers didn’t think as leaned down and press his lips onto hers. It was a a shock and she hesitated for a quick moment then smiled pecking his lips. It lasted a couple of seconds before breaks off the kiss.

“W-what was that for..?” Stella asked taking a breath, noticing a light lipstick stain on his lip. She felt a rush within her, blushing a bright rosy red, very embarrassed.

Steve chuckled and blushed embarrassed. He hesitated realizing what happened and simply shrugged, “I-I don’t know..just overwhelmed with all these emotions…I’m sorry.”

“N-no, it’s alright, I get it. But uh, we’re not gonna make this a thing right?”

“What? No! No, I wouldn’t dream it off. It just happened, right? Unless you..”

“Unless I feel like..you know what towards you? That’s ridiculous, it just happened..”

“We should uh, forwarded this to Sam..”

“Y-yeah! Exactly then straight to bed...s-separate rooms and stuff..my bad. Was that your first kiss since 1940s?”

“Not exactly no, I kissed Natasha for a mission once but I wouldn’t count it truly. Was I your first kiss since 2012?”

“..maybe? I mean, I went on a date or two, but it wasn’t anything major.“

Steve smiled softly and nodded, slightly blushing a bit however thankfully to the darkness of the room, no one can see. Stella chuckled softly and blushed a bit forwarding the email to Sam. Afterwards the two headed upstairs agreeing that the kiss mean nothing else but purely tiredness and excitement from getting one step closer to the case. Because it was nothing.

Time went on, fighting robots, aliens and plenty of other stuff. Domestic life with The Avengers, plenty of their friends noticed the way they slowly became closer and how life was flipped upside down. Thiego HATED that Cap looked at his sister sometimes, Stella joked that he wanted to date him as he would roll his eye jokingly. No one was good enough for his sister!

Steve went on to date Sharon Carter, while Stella had a short lived relationship with James Logan Howlett. The two met at a bar one night and hit it off rather quickly, seeming to having a mutual understanding of the past, present and future. Just wanting a break from it all and live in the moment.

Logan was the bad guy in a leather jacket and bad reputation with a kind heart and complicated life. Behind the rage and stubbornness, she saw a man running around and trying to figure out his life. Logan saw something in her, a woman with too much patience and some cruelty within her from being put down in the past.

The two would go on dates by meeting up at the park, drinking and partying a bit, cuddles in bed and late night talks. Nothing serious, more or less causal.

It was funny actually, the same time Stella was dating Logan Howlett, her brother Thiego dating Scott Summers. When the siblings and their friends found out, it was hilarious and awkward for everyone. But like i said, it was short lived as Logan admitted to cheated on Stella as she returned home in tears. Thiego comforted her saying she didn’t need a man and should try to focus once again on her studies.

—

Time kept moving forwarded, Stella forgot about trying to search for love once again and return to studying, being in the medical field. Steve ended his relationship with Sharon Carter, deciding to stay as friends, focusing on The Avengers and his works at the super solider leader.

The two grew up a bit as people, comforting each other when the worse hit, fighting aliens, supernatural beings, robots. Hell, even The government officials and SHIELD when The Accords hit on everyone. Maria Hill caused The Avengers to pick a side, it broke them apart. Steve and a few others refused to sign the paperwork ending up on the run from SHIELD. Stella signed the paperwork to cover Team Cap’s ass and provide them from being caught.

Steve and Stella fought long and hard over The Accords, the placement of the team and the reason behind everything. A few kisses were stolen and screams were heard. Team Cap ran and hide, while Team Iron Man search and ran themselves into tunnels becoming separated from each other. They all missed each other, noticing how everyone fell and practically almost killed themselves to prove who’s right.

Eventually The Avengers and SHIELD found out who was truly behind all of this mess however, it wasn’t the same after that. People grew apart, families cried, betrayal between friends, couples broke up while also stayed together. Slowly everyone got better, it hurt but they got there.

He found her one morning in the elevator after not seeing each other for a while. Stella didn’t want to see him, afraid of the risks of their relationship and the future, Steve however was willing to risk it and love her no what matter. It was

It was hard, annoying and slightly heartbreaking speech of emotions between the pair, Stella crumbled as her walls fell as Steve poured his heart to her, feeling sorry that they were drifted apart and didn’t take a chance earlier. She admitted how she feared if she fell in love again, the world would hear and she would be crying all over again. She felt like she wasn’t enough for the super solider...

“If I did anything right in my life it was to find you. It was when I gave you my heart and didn’t even know it. But when I see you smiling and standing in that door all the feelings come rushing back...” She said wiping a few tears that ran down her face. 

Steve smiled softly, bring her in close, “If one thing I know now, your the person I didn’t know I needed in my life. If I said once, I will say it again, you will be the death of me. And also be the very few lights in my life..”

"And you are mine. How did I end up with someone who will deal with me now matter what, I will never know? But I do know is that I love you..”

“Now i got one question. Can I kiss you?” 

"Thought you never ask.” 

Steven Grant Roger brought his lips up to the girl, gently pressing them onto her in such awe and relief. Estella Romano Strange leaned in, returning the kiss without a doubt, resting both hands on his chest. The warmth of their bodies and the heat rise causing the pair to remember they were still in an elevator. 

The two started to finally date after that, enjoying their time together. Hugs, kisses, cuddles, cheering the other on and supporting each other, embracing the craziness of their lives. Late night talks, acting like an old married couple at times, wondering about their future in heroes, and so on.

Friendship and motherhood 

Was all of this in the cards for Estella? Maybe? Maybe not? She wouldn’t get the answer to that for a while. She was never given a chance to wonder what she wanted for herself, it was always do this and do that, remember to make your family proud. It was always the question, if she was doing the right thing, for that she let fate decide. 

But she knew the things that she loved to do, spend time with friends and wanting to give her love to other people. Simple as that. Even if it meant doing one of the girls hair, making lunch to everyone and or just giving the person attention. That’s how she built friendships with the ladies and gentlemen of the household. 

Plenty would say that Stella has a “feminine touch” or “motherly vibe” to her, like she knew that to say or do, sometimes. Making The Avengers Compound feel like home. It just came naturally to the girl, seeing her mother and some of tias treat everyone, somehow she embraced it without knowing.

Plus it helped that she tend to sometimes follow Bruce Banner’s lead with how much of a caring, patience, loving and quick on his feet of a father he tended to be. Him and Hulk set the sweet example, she admired it. Dad Bruce, Papa Hulk and Mama Stella. Somehow the one plenty of parents in the household. However, she wasn’t a mom or even a aunt exactly to the group. 

Until one month, it was like Stella saw a rather quick shift in the air. The warm weather, sweet treats, cuddly sweaters, couples walking left and right, and the kids playing in the park. Girl got baby fever, it finally hit her...

She didn’t know how it happened, but it did! Stella thought it was a phase, she’ll get it over it. But the more babies she saw in the hospital, the kids with their parents and young teenagers in the malls walking past her. As well as the Young Avengers running down the halls everyday. She decided it was settled. 

One morning after breakfast, she sat next to the man who practically was her husband at this point. “..how do you feel about kids?” Stella asked, scrolling on her phone.

Steve looked up from his notebook and paused doodling, taking him a moment to process the question. “Uh, I love them. Why?” He asked with a smile.

“How do you feel about us having some?”

“I like that idea. Wait would we like have our own biologically? Or foster care and adopt? Cause honey, that waiting list is long.”

“What I'm hearing is a yes.”

He scoffed and chuckled, “Yes. Honey, how long have you been thinking about this?”

“Two weeks..?”

“Two weeks?! Please tell me, you didn’t file for adoption without my permission and we have a kid coming here today?”

“N-no! I’m not crazy!”

He gave her a pointed look, “Stella.”

“I didn’t!” She replied crossing her heart, promising that she didn’t. 

“Okay, just checking. This is a rather big commitment and I'm here it.” 

 The two spend days discussing the matter and how they would like to go about it. Stella even went to Bruce for his advice and hoping he could sign some paperwork. Luckily after a talk, he was on board. Little did Bruce Banner know that Stella’s future kids would see him as their amazing uncle. 

Weeks past and nothing from the adoption agency. Stella wanted for the call and wondered if she was too late to file for kids. All she wanted was to give a child a nice life and plenty of love, hell even be the embarrassing mom. 

Until one afternoon, she found a kid trying to steal from her shopping cart as he ran out of the store. She tried to stop him, but she was too late. That same teenager would be brought into the police department and such to be question. Stella was called in to watch over the teen who glared at her, but she made it work. 

She asked, “What’s your name?” The brunette finally looked up and said his name, “Bradley James...”

Stella gave him space while they were at the police department to talk to her, as she signed paperwork for him and finally after a while he did, cracking a few jokes. He smiled and she told him the plan for the week, he listened thankfully.

The first few days were hard, having not took him to The Avengers Compound right away, more to her spare apartment in the city. Steve was out for a business trip during the time. Bradley was tricky, not eating healthily, staying up late and tried sneaking out once or twice. He even made a mess of the living room, Stella had enough and decided to sit him down for a talk. 

The two talked for a least an hour, Bradley explaining what was going on and how they ended up here. Stella even admitted, “I’m here because I care..and I'm not here to replace your mother, but just so you know I will make sure you’re alright.” He hesitated before he cried into her arms as she hushed his sorrows. It was a long night and the following days were something else. But Stella knew, “I want him.”

Sooner or later the rest of the kids started popping up. Such as Kendall, who came one day after a small accident downtown, resulting in a few people getting and one of them being him. He was already an lost boy who needed a home and got hurt that day, so Stella and Steve brought him home a few days later. The couple may have some annoying teenagers boys now in their hands but they love them nonetheless.

Stella even became a auntie (or Tia as she’s called) in the result of Riley Banner-Marsh and Gia & George Romanoff being born. Her and Steve were more than happy to become aunts & uncles to those children, even if they drive them crazy sometimes.

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As of right now, Estella Romano Strange is happy and healthy for the most part. Girl needs therapy for some reasonable days. Aside from the stressful days and nights that happen every once in a while, she is doing alright.

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That’s all for now, I wish I could write more but my brain is tired haha. Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoy it! ☀️

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[dksartz]

Some more waiting room doodles. Some people from imagination, a couple tony starks, and some sketches from life and other doodles.

[brooklynbred-moved]

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[yourfandomlawyer]

If Tony Stark learned anything from over the years, it's that sometimes the most noble thing you can do is walk away from a losing fight.

At least, that was what he thought.

He had seen so many good people lose their lives to save others, and that was never something he would be against. It was why he redirected the middle back in New York, why he flew to space and back to stop Thanos, and why he put on the suit every day.

But if you don't have an opening? If you're already at a stalemate you can accept? Don't risk your life in vain, because what if you're needed in the future?

What if Tony hadn't made it out of that portal? What if Steve hadn't been brought back decades later? What if Bruce had been killed on sight, or Natasha hadn't been given a second chance, or Clint wasn't spared in order to be a pon in Loki's game?

How many more people would have died years later?

So no. Tony did not have some radical plan to bring everyone who was snapped back. No, he didn't want to be involved in this little rescue mission. He had a family now; he couldn't risk it. But...

But there were so many good heroes lost that day. Heroes that he thought were a part of that family. So maybe, just maybe, it would be worth it.

[buckets-and-trees]

Red, White & True - Prologue

Characters/Pairings: Steve Rogers (future x curvy Millennial Female!Reader), Pepper Potts Word Count: 1.3k Summary: "There was an idea..." Words at the heart of what brought the Avengers together. Steve Rogers is no longer an Avenger, having retired after The Snap and passed his shield along to Sam Wilson, but Pepper Potts has a new idea to bring Steve back out of retirement - but in a totally different arena.

Content/Warnings: none

Notes: This takes place in a post-Endgame scenario where Steve stays and generally most of TFATWS happened.

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PROLOGUE

[MAY 1 - Upstate New York]

“You know I’m always happy to come out to the farm,” Steve says, rinsing the last plate and handing it to the strawberry blonde woman so she can dry and put it back on the shelf. “I love to see you and Morgan. But what do you want to talk to me about, Pepper?”

Pepper gives him a tight-lipped smile. “Let’s go to the study,” she answers, and leads the way to the back of the modern but rustic home. She takes a seat on the couch and motions for Steve to sit on the other end.

“I was sitting right here when Tony stood over there,” she nods her head toward a spot in front of Steve, “and told me he figured out the science of time travel.”

Steve’s chest aches at her words. “Pepper…”

She holds up a hand to stop him. “No, don’t apologize. I told him that was amazing and terrifying. Then we sat here together and really talked. He told me he could stop, put a pin in it, that part of him wanted to bury the idea in a lock box at the bottom of the lake. But I reminded him that we were lucky not to have lost each other in the Blip and so many others weren’t.”

She pauses for a moment and looks to the mantle where there’s a small, retired arc reactor on display. Steve waits for her to continue.

“When I started working for him, I had no idea where it would all lead. I certainly didn’t have aspirations to date my boss or become the CEO of Stark Industries. Tony will always be the love of my life, and each day that goes by, each month, each year, I miss him, but the missing hurts less. What’s left is the whisper, the urge of the legacy of everything that’s still here and what I can do with it. I haven’t been idle, but I’ve been trying to ignore my own time travel issue, if you will.”

Steve can hardly hold himself back from scoffing. “The medical research, the humanitarian initiatives, the scientific advances you’re still spearheading, it’s just not really enough if you can’t solve for world peace,” he jokes.

Pepper cocks her head slightly. “The thing is, I have an idea of where I could start on that last one.”

Steve’s eyebrows knit together, and he studies her face. “Okay…” he knew his voice was conveying his curiosity but also his trepidation.

“Stark Industries helps a lot of people, but there are things I can’t help no matter how hard I try there. The world is in a bigger mess than science can help, only so much can be done with humanitarian work, and there’s an area that’s haunting me because I’ve tried to stay out of it for as long as I could, and I just don’t think I can any more, not and still sleep at night.”

“Well, then let’s talk about it. You know I’m here for you, whatever you need. I don’t know how you think I can help, but clearly you’ve got an idea.”

“I know you retired one suit, but I’d like you to think about another.”

“Pep-”

“Not that kind of suit,” she interrupts. “There are still some good, decent people in politics, but money has poisoned so much of what goes on - lobbyists, special interests, politicians needing to fundraise. But I’ve got money. I could fund a campaign.”

Steve frowns. “What exactly are you proposing?”

“I need a candidate, and there’s no one I would trust more than you. I want to finance your campaign to run for President of the United States.”

Steve's eyes widen, and he feels as if the air has been sucked out of the room. His mouth opens and closes, but he can’t think of any initial words to come out. He stands abruptly, his legs carrying him to the large window overlooking the serene lake outside. The late afternoon sun casts a golden glow across the water, creating a stark contrast to the turmoil in his mind.

"President?" he finally manages to croak out, his voice barely above a whisper. He turns back to face Pepper, his brow furrowed deeply. "Pepper, I... I don't know the first thing about running a country. I've been a soldier, an Avenger, but never a politician."

Pepper leans forward, her eyes bright with determination. "That's exactly why you'd be perfect, Steve. You're not entrenched in the political machine. You have a moral compass that's unwavering, and a desire to help those who need it, no matter what.”

“And sometimes I failed.”

“It made you wiser every time.”

Steve plants his hands on his hips and sighs. “Pep, I’m just a kid from Brooklyn who wanted to serve his country.”

Pepper leans forward, her eyes intense and earnest. "And you've done that, Steve. You've served this country in ways most people can't even imagine. Think about what you could do as President. The impact you could have, the changes you could make. You've always fought for what's right, even when it wasn't easy or popular. That's exactly what this country needs right now."

Steve turns back to the window, his mind racing. He thinks of all the battles he's fought, the sacrifices he's made. Could he really make a difference from the Oval Office? Or would the political machine chew him up and spit him out?

"What about my past?" he asks, still facing the lake. "The Accords, going rogue, all of it. It would all come out in a campaign."

He hears Pepper stand and approach him. She places a gentle hand on his shoulder. "Your past is part of what makes you the right person for this, Steve. You've shown that you're willing to stand up for what you believe in, even when it costs you everything.”

He can feel Pepper's eyes on him, waiting for a response. He takes a deep breath, trying to organize his thoughts.

"I appreciate your faith in me, Pepper. I really do," he begins, still facing the lake. "But this isn't like leading a team into battle. The complexities of running a country, the constant scrutiny, the compromises you have to make... I'm not sure I'm cut out for that."

"Steve, that's exactly why you'd be perfect for this. You understand the weight of responsibility. You've made tough decisions under pressure. And most importantly, you have a clear vision of what's right and what's wrong."

Steve turns to face her, his expression conflicted.

“I won’t lie to you,” she continues, “the public scrutiny will be worse, but it’s not something you’re unfamiliar with. Just like before, you’ll have people singing your praise and people ready to crucify you just for sport. But we’ll face it head-on. You won’t do any of it alone. We’ll put together a team of friends, people we trust, experts and strategists. We’ll find people outside our camp who will challenge us to make the campaign stronger. And when we get you in the White House, no president leads alone. You have a history of seeing the value in the people around you and bringing teams together. It’ll just be fighting a different fight.”

Steve thinks over her words. “In a different suit.”

She smiles. “You’ll do it?”

“Answer one more question for me.”

Pepper nods. “Anything.”

“Why do this?”

Steve sees the conviction settle in her entire demeanor, and that shift alone convinces him the rest of the way, but her words cement his resolve down to his core.

“Tony and Natasha didn’t sacrifice just to leave something broken behind. It’s time to help put things back together and try to leave a legacy of something better.”

go to chapter one: MANHATTAN & BROOKLYN

This is an idea that sparked in during the huge sleepover I hosted in July 2023, and it's been tantalizing me for a long time, but now the muse is finally ready to play with it! gee, I wonder why...

I can't wait to bring you along for the ride! This story will have 3-4 chapters, depending on where I split up the narrative. I anticipate about a chapter a week.

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Spinning My World

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Stark! Reader

Synopsis: Reader tends to the avengers wounds constantly and when Tony opens an emotional wound in the reader, Bucky is there to help.

wc: 2.4k

Warnings: my first bucky fic, medical, wounds, tending to wounds, sibling rivalry, mention of dead parents, fluffy love, slow-burn

AN: Female reader, fluffy, lots of mistakes, self indulgent (Pictures are not mine nor are any characters part of this)

What makes the earth go round? to most people it's money, to others it's family. To me, it's love.

I grew up with Tony Stark, my older brother. He was never that big on affection which was something he picked up from our parents and because of that, Tony and I aren't as close as we once were before our parents died. I spend most of my time making sure the house is always put together and cooking food for Tony and Pepper. I always feel a little guilty as I haven't achieved as much as my older brother and living with him and all of his fancy things just rubs it in. I also spend a lot of time studying. Since we have the money, I am attending an Ivy League school online. Unlike Tony, I don't like robots and technology, I prefer to help people. I am majoring in Medical Science as well as minoring in Psychology, which the amount of work is unbearable.

I sigh as I close one of my textbooks, my notebook, and my laptop, leaving them on the desk in my room. I make my through the long winding halls and into the kitchen, the tiles on the floor leaving my feet cold as I walk. I flick on the light as I walk in and take a deep breath, finally feeling at peace. The kitchen was always my safe space since Tony never cooked for himself, neither did any of the avengers. It was my own tiny world of peace.

I smile softly to myself as I make my way to the sink, I start to wash my hands while humming a song. "Friday, can you play (song name)?" As the song starts playing, I feel more comfortable as I start pulling what I would need from the fridge and the cabinets. I then fill up a pot of water and put it on the stove to boil and preheat the oven before I start separating and seasoning the chicken. I then start to cut up some veggies before checking on the pasta that I am making. After everything is cooking, I take the time to dance in the kitchen, just enjoying the music and how it flows through my body. That was until I heard the door open. I jerk my head to see who it is, only to be stunned by the sight in front of me. There he was, the most beautiful creature this world had ever created, but he was drenched in blood. Without thinking, I walk right up to him and start to examine him from what I can see. "Oh buck, what happened this time?" I ask as I eye him up and down for injuries, feeling better after not finding any serious ones. Bucky sighed deeply, "The mission was hijacked. I'm not the only Injured one." I sigh deeply as I take the food out of the oven and put the veggies and sauce into the pasta. Then, without a second thought, i make my way to the medical clinic, which I pretty much run.

I put my coat on and wash my hands again before putting on gloves. I make my way into the emergency room that we have to see Tony laying on a gurney. I immediately start to cut his shirt and pants off as I examine his body, the deep wounds showing no mercy as they continue to bleed. I sterilize the wound and start stitching him up and taking my time to make sure it's perfect.

After a few hours, I was done with making sure Tony was alright and had checked out all of the other team members. I look at the clock and sigh deeply when I realize that it is close to 1 in the morning. I make my way through the winding hallways again and I stand outside of Buckys room. "Hey Buck, are you awake?" I ask softly knowing his super human hearing can pick up my voice, and sure enough because the door unlocks and slides open revealing that he had just got out of the shower. I blush slightly as i try not to stare at his bare chest, "oh um...sorry I was just coming to give you a quick check up..." I shuffle awkwardly at his door but he nods softly and lets me in his room.

The smell of Axe Body spray and Midsummers Night circle the room. I sit Bucky down as I start to stitch up a few of his wounds. It stays mostly silent, neither of us knowing what to talk about until Bucky speaks up, "aren't you tired?" I furrow my eyebrows, "why would I be tired?" Bucky sighs deeply, "we go on these missions almost daily and you're the only one who gives us medical help, isn't it tiring?" I look up from his stitches to smile softly at Bucky, "No, it's not tiring. If anything, it gives me a purpose and makes me a hero like you guys." I giggle to myself at how corny that sounded before going back to stich bucky up.

After I am done, I make sure I didn't miss any dry blood before I stand up, "make sure you eat dinner, I don't know if the others did yet but you need to eat." I smile at him to which he gives me a small smile at the end of his lips. "I did eat already, it was delicious." I smile at him as I watch him put his shirt back on, "good good, I tried a new recipe today so I'm glad it is good." I smile to myself thinking about how Bucky enjoyed my food. "Did you eat yet?" Bucky asks with a furrowed eyebrow and I'm left shocked, normally i'm the one asking that question. "I was about too, then all of that happened," I smile at Bucky but his facial expressions don't change this time. "You really should eat." I nod my head and start to make my way into the kitchen to see a huge mess of plates and bowls and forks all over the place and all of the food gone. "at least they liked it" I smile to myself as I shrug off my coat and take off my gloves, "Friday, some music please" I speak as I start to pick up the plates and bowls and utensil's and place them in the sink. I then pick up all the trash and wipe down the counter while dancing around the kitchen. I spend a few hours cleaning, until it is spotless before I turn off the music and realize I wasn't alone. As I go to grab my coat and turn off the light, I hear a voice, "Aren't you going to eat?" I whip my head around, looking for where the voice came from until I can see Bucky, just outside the door. "there was no more left, i'm glad everyone enjoyed it." I smile at him but he doesn't smile back, he makes his way into the kitchen and starts grabbing stuff. "woah woah woah what are you doing?" I ask as I watch him start up the stove. "You need to eat. More than any of us." Buckys voice is stern and emotionless but I can tell that he cares. "I'm alright, I'll be up in a few hours to cook breakfast anyways." I look at the time and then at Bucky who then turns to me with furrowed eyes again his eyes studying me and trying to figure me out as he looks me up and down. "Why do you cook for everyone? Why do you go out of your way for everyone? I don't get how that benefits you." I sigh deeply, "I don't do it for me, I do it for you guys. You guys are heros and are saving the world every day. the least I can do is cook you guys a warm meal and make sure you guys don't get too hurt." "But why?" Bucky asks as he cracks open an egg and starts to cook it. "You guys deserve it, you deserve the best." I smile at him softly, watching his movements while I think. "Why do you save the world?" I ask while watching his movements. He seems relaxed and calm "Because if I can help save the world then there's hope to save myself." He speaks in a quiet whisper, "why do you save us? why are you so interested in medicine?" He asks with seriousness, trying to understand me better. "I was never taught self defense so I save the world in the only way I know, medicine." Bucky turns to look at me, "you don't give yourself enough credit, no one does." I can hear how he sighs softly. I let myself smile, knowing this was his way of showing he cared. Bucky finished cooking the food and he made two plates, setting one in front of me while he sat across the table from me. He immediately downs his food within seconds leaving me to take awhile to finish my food. When I'm finished eating, I grab our plates and put them in the dishwasher. When i make my way back into the dining room, Bucky is watching me as soon as I enter the room. "What? Is there food on my face?" I jokingly ask, with a smirk on my face as I make my way back to sit down. Bucky snorts softly at my comment, "No, I just don't get how someone could look so pretty after working for so many hours." Buckys voice is soft but his eyes are full of emotion as his hands fold on the table. I feel myself melt under his gaze as my cheeks start to burn, "Oh, uhm...thanks..." I giggle lightly, "You aren't too bad looking for someone who just got stitched up." I reply causing bucky to be taken aback.

"Why are you two up at 2 in the morning?" Tony asks as he walks into the dining room in his black robe that is barely covering his bare chest and his blazers. Tony somehow still has his shades on as well as his slippers on as he sets down some coffee and a sandwich at the table and sits down. "I was just making sure your sister ate after giving everyone medical exams." Bucky replied as he stared blankly at tony as he ate. "Interesting." Tony replied quickly as he started to eat. "I'm glad that your mission didn't go to badly, not many people were injured." I smiled at Tony as I recall the injuries that everyone had got. Tony sighed as he swallowed the food in his mouth, "Do I get bonus points if I act like I care?" I roll my eyes at how immature Tony still is after all of these years. "Somebody's cranky." I snort to myself, Tony glares daggers at me. "Somebody needs to shut up." I smile at Tony, now enjoying fucking with him. "I don't have enough middle fingers to let you know how I feel." I smirk at Tony, thinking I got the better up. "Frankly, I don't care. Just like how he never cared about Mom and Dad. You know who killed them right?" Tony asks as he glares between Bucky and I. "If you're insinuating that Bucky killed our parents then fuck you!" I yell in Tony's face, not able to control my anger as I get up and storm off. Bucky looks at Tony as Tony finishes his sandwich, not purposefully glaring but staring deeply at him causing Tony to get uncomfortable and scramble out of the room.

Bucky sighs deeply as he makes his way to my room, thinking of the right words to say as he ends up right outside of my door. "Hey...I know Tony's words really hurt but I'd like to tell you my story, not what you've heard from files but my life the way I lived it, when I had control of my life." Bucky expected no response honestly, who would want to talk to their parents murderer? Surprisingly the door swung open as Bucky looked in at my small trembling figure on the floor, a pang in his heart caused him to lose his breath seeing her in such pain.

I lift my head to meet Buckys soft eyes as he moves to sit on the bed next to me. His voice was kind but also firm as he told me all about his life, from his time in Brooklyn with Steve all the way through Hydra, he spoke about my parents last almost as if to save me the pain. "Your parents...they were a mission I had to carry out while apart of Hydra, or else I would have died as well as them...I wish I never had too..." Bucky sighs deeply as he looks at the ground. "You don't have to be my friend or even be nice to me, but I just wanted you to know that I never wanted to hurt anyone." Bucky softly got up, expecting to be kicked out before he felt my hands wrapped around his human arm. "I want to be your friend. It hurts knowing that you did that to my parents and I don't think that hurt will ever go away, but I do know that it wasn't you, that you didn't do it on your own will. I forgive you, Buck." I speak softly as I wrap my arms around Bucky's human hand, taking his warmth from him as it comforts my shaking body as I am able to relax into my bed and into Bucky, feeling safe and comfortable for once. I don't remember what happened after that other than my eyes forcing themselves closed as Bucky's mechanical arm softly strokes my hair.

I wake up to the sun shining brightly in my eyes causing me to instantly rub my eyes. I stretch with a small groan, wishing to be asleep still as I reach my arms above my head. I hear a rough chuckle beside me and open my eyes to see Bucky smirking down at me, "Morning, Doll." I feel my face go red at the nickname. I roll over to face him in the bed, "I'm sorry that I kept you here all night." I apologize softly as I yawn the sleepy feeling away. He smiled softly down at me, the golden sun reflecting off of his eyes making it look like tigers eye. "You have nothing to apologize for, darling." He used his fingers to swoop the stray strands of hair out of my face. "It was the best sleep I have gotten in awhile." He confessed as he pulled me a little closer, his body heat keeping me warm as he smiled down at me cheekily. "Don't smile at me like that, you know it drives me crazy..." I giggle at him softly as I place my hand on his face before leaning in. Bucky closed the gap as he took my lips in his, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me in closer as he chuckles into the kiss.

"How else would I make your world spin?"

[sleepy-fiction]

Taming the Giantess.

lin lie x f!giant!reader

syn: Iron Fist is put on a mission to trap a giant devil on an island. After being brutally knocked out and separated from the group, he finds the shedevil's layer and learns the reason the giant is so aggressive is because she is on her heat!! So, he takes care of her the only way he knows how; using the shards of fu xi embedded in his iron fists. He's just trying to save the world!! ....no ulterior motives at all

tgs: fisting, size kink, breeding kink, cunnilingus (f+mR), watersports, excessive bodily fluids (the reader's a giant), improper use of the Fu Xi Shards

an: to give u a quick rundown of the reader's key appearance characteristics: fem, 20.5ft tall, has unspecified horns, has a specified "devil" tail, turns a dark shade of red/pink/violet mix when frustrated. Everything else is unspecified and up to the reader's imagination!! this was definitely a fun post. Lwk the characters might be ooc bc idk marvel lore im a dc gal, but overall the dialogue should really fit!! UPDATED!! + PROOFREAD

6K WORDS

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The Alien Giant mission was one that lasted longer than it should. With an original team of Iron Man, Black Widow, and Spiderman, these heroes faced off a giant, horned alien as tall as the eye could see. No bigger than 20 feet tall, with horns and a long tail. Stark failed to find any sort of data of where the monster could be from, so he simply began to call it an alien for the time being.

As for the team? What he could say, he had a soft spot for the kid, and he could always count on Black Widow to get a clear shot.

In the beginning, a few weeks ago, the alien fell from the sky, crash lading in the state of Arkansa. Destroying crops and attacking farmers who got too close. Stark was convinced he could handle you on his own, as up until a few weeks ago, you were easy to capture and even easier to manage. He induced the alien to sleep and transported you by your arms with a combat plane to an island not too far from the Mariana Trench. A choice solidified by the fact that you were far enough for you not to hurt anyone, or yourself, just until they figured out what to do with you.

The island was 300 miles long, with a girth of 500 miles, just enough room for you to live your life and have room as a giant, but still small enough for them to keep an eye on you. There was a vast cave beneath the mountain top that led to nowhere, but Tony was aware of that.

The issue arrived when two weeks ago, you started destroying trees by the massive. You started at the beach, working your way through to the mountains. By the time a day had passed, the island had 1/18th of all its trees disappearing.

Now that was becoming a problem.

That meant within twenty or more days, you would have eaten through the entire island. Though that was a problem on its own, on top of it, you seemed to be growing. With no data, no identification, no planet, Stark didn't know what you were capable of.

But he tried to reason with you.

He appeared to you in his super suit and jet. But you were oddly aggressive, more aggressive than before. You flung his plane out into the open sea, were somehow immune to the lethal sleeping gas, and even went as far to brutually damage his suit. And all of that was something Stark knew he could handle.

So he went on his merry way, still trying to study you from afar.

The straw that broke that camel's back was when your skin started to tint a violet-pink. Your claws had grown in sharper. You started to brave out into the ocean, and no matter how many times Stark sent you back, it seemed like each time becoming more of a brutal battle thsn the last. You fought like a wild woman. Finally, stubborn Stark threw the towel in.

He needed help.

He would've never guessed recruiting new people would lead to the start of a war.

Fast forward today, the day Iron Fist, Doctor Strange, and Captain America were recruited to the mission:

Their plane landed on a massive doxing ship. The ship was not too far out from the island, barely 60 miles away. The new recruits ate, slept, and received an extra rundown on the boat. Doctor Strange was chosen, as Stark was led to believe the "She-devil" was more related to magic and timelines than an actual planet. Captain America, to protect the otherwise vulnerable team from brute attacks. And IronFist, to team effectively with Spiderman to deal swift and damaging attacks.

It seemed easy enough.

When the hour arrived, Lin was more than ready. The jet drove out to the island, drawing in and docking in the sand, the team stood in position, following Stark to the front to disembark.

"Alright, I need everyone to listen up," Stark commands tall and proud before the team, "She awakes the second you step foot on this damn island. From there, our she-devil will bee-line directly towards us. Widow, just as the briefing discussed, I need you to find a vantage point while Captain, Spiderman, and I distract her. Then, IronFist, on my signal - and only on my signal - we need you to damage her on three core spots," he pauses, glaring dead at Lin.

"Number one, her ankles," Stark raises a finger, "Two, Her Forearm. Then on three, her shoulder. But only on my signal. The goal of the mission is to disarm her while we buy Doctor Strange enough time to locate whatever crazy world she's from... Everyone, got it?" Stark gruffs.

"Got it," the team cried.

Doctor Strange speaks up, "It might take a day or more for me to find out her origins. There are-- millions of multiverses out there."

Stark nods, "Then we fight for days. But if today goes well, we will only need to fight once. So long as we all keep our heads in the game." Stark gives the group one last look before gesturing Captain forward with him.

"Alright, let's move out," he hums, his suit springing out. Stark steps off the boat and into the water, where they trudge behind him.

Carefully, checking his team once more, Stark raises a foot, and it crashes down on the shore. Within milliseconds, a vicious roar splits the air, the shirek's ferocity to rival the wails of a bobcat. Stark bursts, "Now, Widow! Everyone else move-move-move!"

Everyone rushes to their positions in the beach. With Captain America in the far front, Black Widow sneaking off to the side lines, Spider man webbing the trees that open to the beach, and Lin, standing still right at Spiderman's side.

Lin calls to Peter in the calamity, "Dude! Do you think we'll beat her?"

"N-No! I've been fighting her for days! The only way to get rid of her is to send her back h-home," Spiderman grunts, falling back into place after webbing.

The beach shook for every step. The shards of Fu Xi buzzed in his arms, he hissed and got into stance. Out from the trees and into the sticky webs came this she devil.

You were large, as tall as a building, with lucious hair and an ethereal face. Your body was clothed in leaves and torn cloth around your chest, feet covered in cuts and scores. Horned with sharp eyes and a sharp devil's tail, talons for toes and sharp claws for fingers, you were an apex predator. The only difference was that your skin was a violent and complete pinkish violet, borderlining an angry, bitter red. Not at all what they described you as earlier.

"You didn't tell us she was red," IronFist exclaims.

"She wasn't always," Spiderman yells.

You hit the sandy shore with your fist, sending a blast through the air. Lin was quick to notice how your body seemed to buzz with an unnatural purple glow. The sight alone was enough to make his shards beam frantically.

No, you're not from this multiverse. Hell, you're not even from this dimension! The insight from his ancestors burned through him.

He barely noticed Captain and Stark begin to attack as he went to share his information. He turned his head to yell but was quickly interrupting by the earspliting sound of a light beam fired dead between your eyes. He gasped in shock, but you didn't budge, you groaned in trepidation, clawing at your forehead. His soul stirred at the sight.

This couldn't be right. No. None of this wa--

"IronFist!"

Focus, focus Lin!

Lin sprung into action, calling on his chi and thrusting a flying kick toward your right ankle. Your knee gave in, causing you to kneel, and in that spread, he rushed up your leg, bouncing off your knee to send another flying kick to your shoulder. A nasty crunch split the air as he landed shakily on your shoulder.

Then--

Wait- Shit--

He was supposed to hit your forearm second--

An abrupt and even more confusing green flare burst through the sky.

A flare?

Lin's head was buzzing, his shsrd twitchings ans burnjng through his veins. He suddenly, now so close to you, felt deathly lethargic. He's off his game, hes out of his mind. And that flare? That sea-green fla--

Suddenly, it all kicked.

The flare was his signal.

Then? Who called him.

His knee seemed to buckle, as he swayed softly, staring at the tiny figures on the beach.

"IronFist! I-- Lin! Lin look out," Peter yelled.

Oh god, it was Peter who called out to him. Peter knew his head wasn't in the battle. Peter was warning him.

Shit.

A vicious claw sprung around and backhanded him high into the air. He was shot into the wind at an alarming speed, thwarting his clothes, colors flickering in his fading vision. The beach drifting farther and farther out of his view, his whole body aflame from the stinging slap.

The wind whipped and crackled around him, his clothes frantic before, and finally, his body crunched against a tree.

Iron Fist was out cold instantly. His head meekly slumped forward to his shoulder.

Lin.

Lin.

Awake.

Awake.

He gasps, "S-Shou Lao!" Lin promptly sat upright, his mouth parched, dried iron laid waste on his tongue. Groggily, he looked around, seeing nothing but dense trees and moss, the smell of salt water high in the ear, trickling down with the hum of crickets.

He didn't know how much time had passed when he woke up, but all he knew night had befallen him. The crickets awake with their song. His head ached, his vision blurry and staunch, blood dribbling down his forehead.

He needs to return.

Lin shakenly stood, his knees threatening to buckle under weight as the memories of the battle burned in his head.

He was so off cue. His synergy far out from his body.

Wasn't his fault, your weird, magic aura messed with his timing- his shards were distressed just by looking at you.

And what if he did finish his attack? Was the purpose to break your limbs? He winced at the thought. Somehow, that felt too cruel.

Judging by what the briefing taught him, it's looking like you were sent here either by mistake or by something, and you're trying to get home. Sure, breaking your limbs would make it easier to transport you and keep you in one sitting, but. Can't send you back to wherever you're from with broken limbs, could he?

What if you're at the bottom of the food chain over there?

Or maybe he was just another idiot making up excuses for his failures.

No. If he was honest.

He knew he didn't want to fight you in the first place. Maybe Stark knew it too.

He trudged through the forest, the humidity high, the temperature hot, forcing his clothes to stick to his body. He was just walking the direction he was facing, trying not to be eaten up by the pain- or worse by the mosquitos who could smell his stench.

When he gets home, he's going to need a shower.

Probably a medic too.

He's not all too worried about running into you, as he glanced up at the mountain he was approaching. Stark told him that you disappear at night, and night would be the prime hours to either transport you or have Strange work on securing that portal. Thing is, he had no clue where you went at night, and worse, sometimes you'd use the night as an advantage to swim off to who knows where.

All of the team was led to believing that disarming you would be the best but. Fucksake, he couldn't do it. It was cruel. Then again, he had no better solution.

Maybe. Maybe he could find one.

Lin must've walked blind in the dark for miles before he stumbled across a cave opening on the base of the mountain. He had the energy to continue walking to the beach, but his arms were aching. Not just from the shards, but he used them to block most of your attack. Wither way.

A break would be nice. He deserved it, even after screwing up so badly.

AIron Fist ventures deep into the wide cave, it was dark and quiet at first. But then, he starts to hear a faint sound.

"Aa.... Ggr... Ff...."

He squints, the shards surging through him. There's danger a foot.

He briskly holds his fists up, staying in close to the wall to be less noticeable. And as he creeps in closer, a warm light flickers in from the depths of the cave.

The sounds ebb louder, "Aaah! Mm...h! Oo... ..Ff," clearer too. It's the she-devil's voice, and it's groaning out. He squints harder. Just behind a barrel of rocks was the source of the light and sound.

He uses the rock's cover to an advantage and sneaks in closer, resting against them..

Not to be crude, but those groans sort of sounded like...

Ironfist peaks over the rocks, and his eyes fail him at the sight. There in the cave lies the She-Devil, lying naked next to a warm fire. The cave opens up grand in here, enough to be a house sized for a 20.5ft woman. But that's not at all what he's staring at. He's staring at you, sanding down trees with your teeth and teetering them around your dribbling vagina. God, heat rushes straight to his pants.

Your pussy was giant and soaking, your skin hot and pink, even more so than before. It was a vulgar and agitated color, the color of frustration. And it made your body seem all the more tantalizing to him. It's was primal, the sight of your sex, as it called to his primitive apeish roots, lost between humanity's years of evolution. God, it called to him to hear your bellowing trills and moans. Called to a disgusting, feral, primal part of him he wasn't aware of.

He felt so lethargic again.

The shards oddly didn't buzz or flicker, and somehow, he almost forgot that he was Lin Lie.

Oh my god.

It finally clicked again for him. You were acting like this because you were--

Lin gasps, "Sexually frustrated," the words slip out from his mouth before he can register it.

You immediately perk up, a vicious growl bursting from your lips as you weakly toss your dangerous, makeshift dildo at the rocks before Lin. He steps back. The rocks clamor and knock down, rolling down the cave and towards you, revealing him standing there.

You narrow deadly eyes on him, baring your sharp canines with a growl. Lin freezes, aderaline perverse through his brain. He brungs up his fists, awaiting an attack. Instead, you do nothing but glare. You're too weak to chase him away, resting your sweaty, tired head against the wall, your sputtering pussy clenching on nothing.

Ironfist raises his tired arms, "Hey... Hey girl... I'm not gonna hurt you, 'kay?" His voice is slow and soft, his palms faced to show he's no threat. He's even crouched a little, trying to make himself as small as possible. Something that once again proved how evolution's natural survival instinct flowed through him.

You still growled, recognizing the body language, but not giving up your snarl. Your walls clench up on nothing, still reminding you of your vulnerable problem. You have no time to fight, youre to weak.

It hurts so bad.

You know you need a mate, and you need one soon.

You suddenly whimper, your claws grinding up chunks of rock and clenchjng your eyes tight close. Your brain thought of one thing and one thing alone. Helplessly, you chose to ignore the little creature. You could do nothing but try to reach for another tree to grind down. But surely, that would be more painful than it would be pleasurable.

"I'm," once again, he speaks before thinking, "I'm gonna get close to you, if that's okay." And the shard buzz in annoyance at the idea. He watches as you continue to ignore him, and a part of him can only wince at the sight. He cooes sweetly at you, "You poor thing, you're just in pain, huh? Having to fight these tiny jackasses all day... Jus' need a break, huh 'gal?"

Despite not knowing the language, you look up at him, a softer gaze brimming from you. Iron fist slinks down the same slope the tree and rocks fell down before reaching the flat bottom of the cave. It's here in thr down draft that he can smell just how brutually wet you are. The smell is strong and acidic, so primal and intoxicating. It's so strong that his dick grows impossible hard off it alone, precum dribbling from his head. Fuck, his cock was aching so bad, it took everything in him to not squeeze it. Or worse, drop to the floor and jack off like a maniac.

Yet he ventures into your warm, dangerous den, eyeing the various claw marks that etch the walls. He's ashamed of the excitement that brews at the sight. All of his body, every atom, from the root of his DNA, was begging to fuck-fuck- fuck. This was more than just him and you. This was cardinal.

Soon enough he's mere standing feet away from your pussy, his eyes glued to the gorgeous sight. It was a breathtaking. Your vulva was much bigger than his entire head, glistening in the fire light like a delicious, sloppy snack. His knows dick would feel like nothing to you, despite being fat, burly, and 8 inches long.

No, you need something more. His hand reached to touch your thigh, you chitter strangely, and move your legs further out of the way for him. He notices but can still sense your unease. Nevertheless, he didn't know how to help. That's when his shards buzz strangely, causing him to wince and stare at his arms. They stop once he sees it.

What? The fuck?

"Shao Lao... My ancestors... You all are not saying," he stutters. He's unsure if he should be embarrassed or confused. He stares dead at his thick, muscular arms, unsure, before flickering up at you. You're still weaning and whimpering. It's more painful than it is anything else.

You shouldn't be using a tree, your poor girl, he's sure his arms would be a great help.

The shards warp and shake. He only hisses in rebuttal. Fuck. Hell no. This was so wrong on so-so-so many levels. You were intoxicating him, overriding his logical senses since the very beginning. Everything was leading towards him letting go into his urges.

You weren't even figuratively intoxicating him either. Your scent was a natural aphrodisiac, made to numb the minds of your mates. It's just that when you're 3 times smaller than this devil, it's more intense to fight against. That's not to say that your chemical processes are overriding the whims of fate either.

Fuck.

Not that he wanted to fuck you. It'a just the sight of you from afar got him riled. He just needed to let go.

You were laying on your left side, your face pressed against the wall as your right arm limply hugged your ribcage. Your right leg rested on your left, knees pulled up closer to your chest with your legs sticking to the left. Out of the way of your pussy. It was the perfect set up to comfortably, flash all of yourself to the strange tiny being.

Truth be told, you were sent to this random world after a buzzing, purple object lifted and glitched in front of you. Back home, you were a warrior, fighting for money in your dimension's verison of a grand colesium. Then, in one second, you were in a strange green and blue world with angry tiny people. Worse of all, your heat was rapidly approaching, and you were nowhere near one of your many mates. You'd call for them in the blue sky yet didn't get any answer. You'd try to courage the blue waters, but a little flying thing would stop you every time.

You were scared, frustrated, and angry. So damn tired every day, forced to protect what little land you had from those tiny beings, yet still forced to escape all at once. But here you were, watching a green little being step close. You remember it well by its strong odor alone.

It hurt you.

You were scared.

But now it's, touching you. Soft and slow into the back of your thigh. You hiss at first, but you hear the voice again, "Hey, hey... Sweet girl. You're okay... You're okay," he whispers. Although you can't understand this language. You can't help but note how soft he sounded, how affectionate, the way caressed you.

You whimper and trill again, your people's way of communicating stress. His warm, tiny claw continues in its monotomus motion. It's soothing. So you trill again, this one sounding more of a plea.

Ironfist places raises his other hand, standing on his tippy toes to make sure you can see it. Your eyes follow it as it dips into your blind spot, yout hips; then you feel the softest and quickest touch against your clitrous.

On your heat, every sensation feels heightened. You mewl and trill, your tail whipping excitedly.

The little creature wants to become a mate now? Why? Has it changed its mind? Ah, it was your body scent, wasn't it? You've somehow convinced your attacker to surrender.

As much as you wanted to dwell on his motive, you could feel your body ache painfully, causing you claws to bear into the stone. You trill out again, this time it's loud and annoyance, filled with a whiney-bratty pleas. Your tail raises and thwarts against the stone floor. You don't care less about what he wants. The quicker you can solve this rut, the more strength you'll have later to beat the little thing into a pulp.

Lin giggles, softly laying both hands on your giant clit. It was plump and meaty to the touch. Soft and reqarding, he wanted to squish it. It was aa if it were a large, doughy treat, it made him salivate.

The shards, on the other hand, buzzed and whipped, but he braved it. "No matter the dimension, women are similar... You're a bratty type, aren't you, she-devil," He's mostly talking to himself, regardless, he talks loud enough for you to hear. He softly squeezes the large bud in both hands, feeling you arch down into him. He dips his hand in your giant slick, and it globs together on his hands. He then layers it heavily on your clit, grabbing hold of it on side and massaging it in unison.

Deliciously, you release the moans he heard before, "Oouh... Aahhf, mmh..."

His eyes seem to lid in relaxation, breath no longer caught. He hushes, "Do you like this, huh, girl?" He smiles softly. "Fuck I'm losing my mind," he grunts. Without a second thought, he abruptly buries his face against the giant clit. His mouth wasn't big enough for all of it, so he slurped a portion in his hot mouth, still rhythmically massaging the rest together. He squished it, increasing the friction and the vigor by which his tongue prodded and flickered your huge bean.

He gets in close. Feeling your heat burn against him, he ruts against your labia, your juices soaking his chest and body fast. The feeling seemed to make his skin numb, his body drooping and relaxed, his swelling and pain seemed to dip away. As your moans spiked high, mixed with song-like trills, he knew you were cumming soon.

He muffled out with a mouth full of pussy, "C-Cumff Cummff. Cum."

You arched down into him and orgasmed, your very first since your heat started. God, the sensation was deathly, spiking through the tips of your toes and running up your spine. Relief fled your brain for the first time in a while, chemical fires sparking grievous serotonin and dopamine.

The stimulation of tiny hands massaging and rotating you in unison, with a strange, tinier tongue suckling and slurping up the rest, was an undesirable experience. It made your talons curl up as you rode your high.

Lin pulls out from you with a gasp for air, trying to wipe off as much of your juices from drowning and making his body sticky. He looks up and notices you're still a blood angry pink. Only a few shades lighter shade than before.

"Not enough, hm," he asks.

He watches as you raise your giant leg and carefully moves it over head. You drop it next to him; a wider part of him scared you were going to crush his 5"9 ass. But instead, you now laid on your back and head propped up against the wall to get a good view of him, with both your legs spreading with him in the middle.

Once again, the tiny little thing was just staring blankly at you.

You whined, the sound accompanied by a needy, sexy trill. As if you were complaining and ending it off with a sultry flare.

Charmed, Lin laughs, "Mmh, alright, hold on."

You watch as the weird green creature removes its yellow stripes from his arms, revealing a bruised and we'll together scarred peach colored arm. Was those stripes clothing apparel? He seems to replicate the same for the other arm. His fists buzzed green, your eyes hone in on it.

Lin's shards were burning in his body, a useless forewarn as he succumbed to his flesh. The pain was intense, but he had a theory. Iron fist stuck four fingers into you, and you mewl, feeling them each squirm and feel you about.

Feeling you was pure escasty. Your walls were squishy, hot, moist, and wet. The soft feeling of your delicate walls treading against his fingertips was like carressing expensive velvet. Best part of it all, knowing this was a vagina made him bust in his pants. "Oohh, haa- she-devil," he mitters under his breath.

That's not counting the smell of you and how, as he pulled his fingers out, he found his fingers were coated in mounds of white cum.

His theory proved right. Your numbing made him lose some sensation in his fingers. Would it be enough to stop the ache of the shards?

Regardless, you seemed to really enjoy it. This time, as he sinks his whole fist into your warmth, he watches your face. Or at least as much as he can from up your vulva, through your large round thighs to each side of him, up your lucious belly, next the delicious mounds of your breast, and then to your face.

You were a gorgeous alien.

Lin's hips buck against nothing.

Your jaw falls in surprise at the feeling of his tiny arm inside of you. The creature thrust his arm deeper, and you pulsate against him. You can feel your walls suck up his forearm, his arm was wider at the base due to his fat muscles.

Your heat was so strong from all the factors against you, as if pure bliss feel upon you. You were embarrassingly defenseless, spread open by a creature barely the size of your leg. Letting such a creature, also your stranger and adversary, crack you open like a clam made it all the more wrong. And all the more pleasurable.

Wanton moans drifted off you as Lin began to thrust his whole forearm in you, his tight muscles working to pump you hard, but slow enough for you to keep the steady pace. He can only hear your loud trills reflecting off the cave walls. He delighted drinking up the pretty sound.

"Yeah? Feel good, feel good," he can't help but ask you so many times. Afterall, he doesn't even know what you're saying, let alone feeling, he can't speak whatever it is you're cawing about, but above all. He wants to give you what you want.

It's through this that he slides in his other arm, resting them thumb against thumb, a form he usually uses his fists to punch with. You walls flutter and pulsate around the newest addition, clenching hard, restricting against his skin, sucking him in with your recoil. He can only gasp as you end up sucking his whole body flush against your vulva.

He pulls away.

Perverse tempatous flood his mind.

Lin shamelessly calls on his chi to burst into you, fucking his fists into your body as if he were vigorously rowing a boat. His large muscular arms give you variations in shape for your sensitive walls to stimulate itself on. Not to mention, with his thrusts, as he pulled out, his arms separated, stretching you impossibly wide before slamming in impossibly deep. You swore, if he just extended his fingers out, he'd be just tickling your cervix.

"Aahtt! Ooh! Mmh," you mewled and trilled, your knees jolting up, legs twitching and claws reaching for purchase in the stone to each side of you. You watch the sight of the little creature's black head dipping closer and further from you, matching his intense rhythm.

And though he's unable to go particularly fast, it's enough to draw you to your second orgasm.

He only notices when you scream, and a strong stream of fluids burst against his hands, forcing his fists out of you, your walls barely clinging on to his wrists to keep them inside.

He slips out, laying an affectionate kiss on your sloppy, slick labia. You're a soft violet pink now. He hums in satisfaction. "Wanna' see a trick, sweetheart," he asks.

In your eyes, you watch as the little creature suddenly cries out, a burst of a dangerous green aura overtaking him. You flinch in a mixture of fear and anticipation. He pulls one fist out of you, turning to the side a bit and taking a stance. Suddenly, he frantically slams the single arm deep into your walls, his fists bumping around at a different target each time. You cry out loud, your moans boarding wails. He's at a break-neck speed, a speed brisk enough to make you lose your breath, lose your eyes behind clouds, to find yourself uncontrollably dizzy.

Finally, his fists curves up against your bladder, dealing a hard thrust against it, and you squirt dewlets into the air because of it. They barely miss him, but he doesn't care in the midst of calamity.

"Found it," he grins. Pleasuring women was his pride and joy, especially one whose juices made him not be able to feel the shards burn within him.

It's a feeling he almost forgot.

Fuck, it made him ridiculously horny.

He's relentless and precise, eat blow a vigorous compilation of unbreakable, nimble, and sharp thrusts. A speed you're sure not even one of your partners could top. Your orgasm was forced upon you, squirting out and cumming all at the same time. He doesnt stay in you for long after it, pulling his fist out immediately. You watch the little creature duck out of your stream, hiding and crouching by your left inner thigh to avoid the flow.

"Holy hell," he cursed. Your piss was beginning to puddle by his feet.

Quickly deciding the best way to avoid it all was to jump up onto your shivering thigh. It's then he finally looks up at you, the normal color that you were described as, while you convulsed and twitched. He grins as your eyes roll back as you rode out your high. "Oh yeah," he mutters, grabbing himself through his soaked pants. Mostly soaked from your juices, but a lot of it also being from the amount he came himself.

When you come to, drowning in pants, you look at him. Watching the yellow striped, white eyed, green, peach-striped creature flash a smile. Something you weren't aware that they could also do. You reach with your claws and stroke his black hair, your touch gentle.

You trill gratefully.

"Its no big deal, no problem. Just saving the world, one day at a time," he rests his hands on your claw. "Listen, devil. I kinda need you to be nice for a while. My team is--" but before he could finish his sentence, you pick him up by his green apparel, sitting up as you move farther from the warm fire. He squeaks, but soon he's found you've relocated to a new wall on the cave. You were starting to sweat.

You lean back and spread your legs, dropping him down on his belly. He bounces on the softness, falling on his butt. "Whoa, there. Heads up would be nice," he mutters. You reach, cupping his back with your right hand, and tearing off his apparel with his left. The little creature yelps, and you pause only to make sure it wasn't actually his skin. No blood oozes from him, so you remove his pants as well and simply scratch off the little miniature piece he had beneath it.

You watch as a dick springs out from between the creatures leg. You compare it to your smallest claw. You were mistaken. It wasn't that small. Instead, he was roughly about the length of your middle claw and as thick as your thumb. Regardless, it too was red and twitching. Was he in heat as well, but the little creatures show it differently?

You nodded. You see. They're more private about it. They hide it behind colorful garments.

You smile, picking him up and dropping him back between your legs. You give him a guide and push him flat against your vulva before resting your arms back to your sides.

"Want me inside," he asks, looking up at you.

He should be caring about his super suit, but honestly, he was aching so much already so...

You trill playfully. So Ironfist takes it as a yes. He lines up against you, feeling your giant clit against his chest, it was so soft and bouncy, he swore he could eat it for days. Fuck, the thought made him twitch about your entrance. He needs to feel your heat, now.

Lin thrusts into you, and you hum in delight. Lin stares up at your face as he drags himself in and out, the height difference putting him in an awkward position, yet still he handles it, thrusting at a constant, simple pace. He soaks in the delectable feeling of your hot slick and hotter walls burning against his (by your definition) tiny cock. All eight inches of him merely in the shallow end of your warmth. Your gummy walls were sucking him in so deeply, the wettest of it making a thick sloppy sound, forcing juices to cover up his chest and ooze down his bare legs.

His hands grip chunks of your pubes, using it for purchase as he begins to speed up. Now that he's knows he's fully taken care of you, all in his brain that is left is "fuckfuckfuckfuckcum," as fast as he can. He's breathless by his speed, legs buckling, his tiredness finally catching up to his numbed-out body. His eyelids are falling against his eyes, his cheek sloppily resting in your bed of hair as he fucks himself. To you, it feels like a speedy finger. To him, this sensation, this experience will be completely irreplaceable for the rest of his life.

He's sputtering out as he explodes inside you, shooting out at least five ropes into your sweetness, sagging against you as if his soul is sucked out from his body.

He pants against your vulva and weakly raises his head, "Wuh-- We're finished, right?"

You pick him up again, dropping him on your sternum, and he lands on his feet again, leaning forward to hold your collarbone. His eyes flicker to your breasts, his dick standing right up. "Eeh... One last- tuh... One last round," Lin smiles lazily.

He hops onto your breast, wrapping his arms around it and giving it a squish. You trill and yelp in confusion, your head drooping in dazed surprise. What's gotten into the little man? He rubs his cheeks against your soft flesh, giggling like a school girl as he uses almost his whole body to fondle you. He finally dips down, sucking your giant nipple into his mouth.

You cry, holding the little creature's back so it won't fall. It licks and slurps your nipple until it's hard, even softly nibbling and drawing his teeth on the side of it. Aah, it wants to mate more. You didn't want any more stimulation. You wrap your hand around his wrist, pulling him back, but his suction keeps his lips to your nipple. He mumbles something, but you whine and trill, and regrettably, he releases your nipple with a pop.

"Not everyday you get to fondle some giant b--" but before he could finish his sentence, you place him on your face. His hands awkwardly grab secure chunks of your hair, feeling his hard on against the softness of your upper lips. He stares now at the wall and the top of your head, his feet dangling off your chin.

You draw out your tongue, the heat making him fire a shot of precum into your open mouth. He shakes and shivers. Part of it being from sex the other part from the primal fear of being eaten. It makes him melt and buck his hips into your open mouth. You wrap your giant lips around his dick, your hot tongue flying up and greeting his cock. He moans out in ecstasy, clenching his eyes tight to fight an early send off.

He's has to savor this for as long as he can.

Your large, hot muscle licks him, your mouth adding a soft suction. She knows he's tight and wants to be gentle. But for him, none of it is gentle or soft. Your suction is perfectly powerful, as if he were in a cock milking vat, his toes crunch up in bliss. His eyes roll to the back of his head. He's cumming, oh no he's cumming.

You swipe your tongue around him, swirling and twirling, back and forth and back and forth again. His grip on your hair grows deathly tight. "Mmuh... Whoaa... Aah... Uhhn," he's babbling nonsense, bucking and twitching, his cock pulsating as he holds back. But eventually, to no avail, sprays your pretty mouth with two thick, creamy ropes of cum; all before he blanks out once, and then twice.

He's running empty now, his balls no longer thick and bothered, but tranquil.

You grab him again, watching him lay limpy in your hold. You trill and giggle delightfully, leaning to caress his little face with your nose. Your trill not only welcomes him as your new mate (for life), but also sends him off to sleep, as you lay him on your chest.

Maybe these creatures weren't so bad afterall.

---

A week had passed before anyone had seen any sight of Lin, and it was tearing Stark out from the inside. Peter tried his best to cheer him up, noting that his pal was capable and wouldn't die like this, let alone be subdued by the She-Devil. But still, it worried him. Doctor Strange ended up finding out that she was an inter-dimensional being from a parallel world to Earth. Unfortunately, this was learned the very next day after they lost Lin, and somehow, it made the lost feel worse.

Still, the team continued with the mission, trying to lead the devil out anyway that they could. For some reason, you didn't come out. Not even when they stepped on your terrain or sent loud blasts and sirens into the day sky. It was like she wasn't even there at all. As if you couldn't hear them at all.

As the sun began to set, Stark sat next to Black Widow and Dr Strange on the cargo ship, staring off at the island in the distance as the shared a nice cup of tea (more so coffee for stark). He drummed his fingers across the desk, nodding along to the conversation.

"The next action plan is to comb through that forest. Get the kid, find the devil. I dont care if we have to trap her, we need this case over with. Before she grows or worse," he pauses, staring at the black bitter substance in his cup.

"Worse, she does ze' unexpected," Widow suddenly stands, drawing out her scope.

Just then, Peter comes barreling down the board, pointing at the island. "Guys look, there's movement," he calls.

Black Widow nods, "I've got eyes on the devil," all rise abruptly at her statement. "She'll be at the shore in approximately five minutes."

Captain rushes in after Peter, catching the final glimpse of the conversation. "We'll need to hurry."

"Alright, team, board the boat. Strange, get that portal ready."

They board the sailboat, racing down to the shore. By the time they made it there, the she-devil was just stepping out of the trees.

"Alright widow, get a good shot. We need to do the same routine as last time, but Peter we'll need your webs in--"

"Look," Widow cries, abandoning her sniper to point at you.

Not only had you turned back to a normal color, but in your hands rested Iron Fist, who excitedly waved to the team. They all gasped, and you stepped closer.

"Lin!" Peter shouted, rushing off the boat, trudging through the water. The others followed in pursuit, gathering around as you lowered him into the sand.

But oddly, most of Lin's outfit was tattered. His chest was bare, and he held up his pants with his hands. And as they all got close to check him out, there was this strong, sultry, strench that was caked on him. As if he were soaked in it.

The smell was so acidic, so familiar to most of the team, but they couldn't quite--

Black Widow suddenly gasps, "You smell like f'acking kiska," she hisses, a flush over taking her face as she steps back.

Stark gasps, snapping his finger, his voice slightly distorted from his suit, "Ah, that's what the smell is!"

Captain turns to Peter, "What's 'kiska'?"

Peter whispers, "It's uh p-pussy in Russian."

Captain gasps in shock, slowly putting the pieces together as he stared at Lin. "The torn clothes, the disappearance for a week, t-the smell," he mutters.

Lin's face is a humiliating red. Most of his torn shirt used to pitifully cover what little of him that he could come from his team.

"Oh Godt', she did it with you? Why you," Widow eye's scale up the she devil's body.

"I don't wanna' think about Lin doing any of that," Peter quirks.

Strange scoffs, "Hello? Are we stupid? The most important part of this issue is that a human from our species, co-mingled--"

Lin stammers, "I w-wouldnt say comingle it's a weird word--"

"--With an inter-dimensional devil. That's the most important part," Dr Strange finishes.

"But she's so tall," Widow hums, covering her mouth as she stared only at you. "I mean, I v'would get if it v'ere Kaptain," she mumbles.

"M-Me?" He sputters.

"Cause, you're a big man. He's puny," she said.

Captain speaks, "Don't bring me into this!"

"Let's just- Please let's forget about it and send, (y/n) home," Lin drops his head in humilation. "A-And agree to never mention this to anyone."

"Agreed," the team cried unison.

Captain squeaks, "(Y/n)?"

The doctor opened up a portal for you, as electric sparks flung into a circle right beside you. You flinched away from it at first, but once you saw your dimension's lush lavender fields and soft sea green sky's, you lit up joyfully. A sweet trill brimmed you.

The creatures were just trying to send you home? Is that what they've wanted all this time? Your eyes quirked as you looked at them each, your tail swooshing in affection. You'll be sure to remember them well.

As for your mate, you squatted onto his level, taking your index claw and soft caressing under his chin, to the side of his face, then to ruffle his hair. "Ready to go home, sweetheart," he smiles, eyes lost in a dreary affection. Your week of endless fucking was a great bonding experience. He'd be lying if he didn't say he'd love to see you again after this.

Explore your planet. Learn more about you.

Speak your language.

You scoop him up in your hands one last time, he stands on your palms and bows his head, you do the same and brush your horn against his head; a custom Lin learned as an intimate gesture of connection. You placed him down, giving him one final look before stepping in, and the fire sparkled behind you.

Yet you didn't look away from him.

You had many mates, but none as exciting as him.

Lin stood in a daze for a moment before rushing off with everyone else to the sailboat.

"Lin, to the back, please. We don't want your smell blowing on us," Stark commands.

"Y-Yes sir," he sighs defeatedly.

Right as he sits, he watches Widow approach him. "V'ell," she crosses her arms as the boat starts.

Peter inches in close to the conversation.

Lin asks, "Well?"

"H'kow did you do it?"

Oh god.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Finer Things 4

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as non/dubcon, age gap, cheating, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Your mom surprises you with a visit but has a lot more in store than you could ever imagine.

Characters: Tony Stark

Note: my first day back to work but I get to work from home.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. Thanks to everyone who reads this one and thank you for all your energy.<3

Love you all like Tony loves himself. Take care. 💖

Your phone buzzes on your textbook. It’s early. You don’t know why you’re awake, or studying for that matter, but here you are. Do you not know or are you in denial? 

Last night was strange. All of it. The dinner, the hotel, the drive home. It was all unexpected but you can easily predict the incoming phone call before you check the display. The same restlessness that stirred in you all night intensifies as you answer your mother. 

“Hi,” you squeak. 

She groans. You frown. “Sweetie,” she mumbles, “I feel awful.” 

“Mom, are you okay?” 

“No, my head is pounding. I’m not going to make the train home,” she grumbles. “I need coffee.” 

You tap your finger on the back of your phone. There’s a single-serve in her room. You saw it when you put her in the bed. 

“Do they have room service?” You suggest. 

“It’s so expensive, sweetie,” she whines. You know what she wants but you really shouldn’t give it to her. She is your mom, though. Your phone gives a short vibration but stops. 

“Uh, one sec,” you pull the phone back. ‘Call Incoming’. You shake your head. Probably some sort of robo scam. “Did you have any water?” 

“I can’t,” she snivels. “I can’t get out of bed, sweetie. Uh, I feel so horrid. Can’t you come and take care of your mommy?” 

You look at the ceiling. You really hate when she does that voice. She makes herself sound like a child. 

“I’ll bring my books,” you resign. “Might take me a while--” 

“You know, I called him. Tony. He won’t answer. He must’ve already left town.” She sighs weakly. “I’m so alone, sweetie.” 

“Mom, I’m leaving now. I have to get off the phone,” you say before your agitation grows. “Love you.” 

“Oh, I love you too. More than anything,” she purrs. 

You hang up. You do love her. She’s your mom but you don’t love the way she acts sometimes. Or that she puts so much on you. Every mood swing, every omen of bad luck, everything is your mess to clean up. Since you moved to campus, it dawns on your more and more, your mom has been more a roommate than a parent. 

You get up and pack up your books. You pull on a pair of soft track pants with fleece lining and a loose long-sleeve tee. You tuck your feet into your Ugg style boots and bundle up in your downy coat.  

As you scoop up your phone, it lights up with another call. You’re surprised it isn’t your mother begging you to bring her a latte instead of the hotel tripe. It’s not her but you’ll still get her a latte. You dismiss the private caller. 

You head out, bus pass and apathy well in hand. You get off a stop away from your mother’s hotel and find the cafe from the map app. You order her a pistachio cream and a plain americano for yourself. The hot cups underline the crisp frigidity in the air as you emerge. 

As you knock on your mother’s door, you hear her whine from inside. “Come in.” 

“I can’t, locked,” you call back. 

She sobs dramatically and you listen to her uneven footfalls. She opens the door, slumped forward as she exaggerates her hangover. You hold out the latte. 

“Oh, sweetie. You are a blessing,” she takes it and greedily slurps. “Mmm, oh, espresso, my darling friend.” 

She scurries away and the door shuts behind you. You hang your coat and leave your boots at the door. You pace around with your coffee as she goes back to the bed and hides her bare legs under the duvet. 

“So, you got home safely.” 

“Yeah,” you shrug and peek out the window. “You got advil? For your head?” 

“Of course,” she touches her forehead. “I can’t believe I forgot about my new meds. They mellow me out but oof, they make me so forgetful.” 

You nod. You’re not so sure it’s just the meds. She’s always been flighty. The unpaid credit card statements are evidence enough. 

“It’s so nice, though. An extra day in town to spend together! That’s so sweet,” she preens and grabs the remote from the bedside table. She aims it at the television and it blares on loudly. The reality show crowd jeers as the host reads from a cue card. 

“Mind if I study?” You ask. 

“No, I’m just going to be watching this trash,” she giggles. “Oh, this is a delightful latte.” 

“Right,” you go to the table and unpack your bag. 

You do your best to ignore the television. It’s so loud. She always cranks it so high. You highlight and copy over key points. Your coffee goes cold before you finish it. You choke down the dregs and stretch your fingers. 

“Gotta hit the bathroom.” 

“Sure, sweetie. Ooh, how about breakfast?” She offers. 

“I could eat,” you say as you cross the room. You have to keep yourself from reminding her of her own words; it’s so expensive. 

You close yourself in the bathroom and take your time. You would rather be in your dorm, even if it would be just as loud. Gabourey no doubt has big plans for the weekend. 

You come out. The TV blares and your mother sits cradling her phone. You go to the table and sit with a yawn. “Anything look good?” You ask. 

“So... how’d you get home last night?” She asks abruptly, popping her head up. Her expression is dangerous. 

You squint, “Mr. Stark drove me--” 

“Mr. Stark?” She clucks. “Oh, all the way back to your dorm? As he left me here all alone?” 

“Well, uh, yeah. I wanted to stay but--” 

“But what?” She snips and turns her phone around, showing the image on her phone. You put your glasses back on to see it clearly. You almost forgot about the photographer last night. “Looks like you had lots of fun together.” 

You blink as if she slapped you. Is she accusing you of something? 

“He just drove me to my dorm,” you say in confusion. 

“Oh, uh huh, yeah, I see that,” she sniffs. “I just... I’m wondering,” she sucks her teeth rudely, “why he’s not answering my messages or my calls, but then up pops this? Such lovely photos of you two.” 

“I’m... I’m not sure what’s going on.” 

“I’m not stupid. I mean, when I realised who he is, I knew it wasn’t going to be a big thing. Maybe a few nights but, sweetie, I didn’t raise you to be a slut,” she spits. 

You flinch again and your jaw drops, “what?! Mom, he gave me a ride back to my dorm. You can ask my roommates, I got there like fifteen minutes after we left here--” 

“I could ask and they’d lie to me just like you.” 

“I-I-I--” you sputter. “Wow. I can’t believe you think—when have I ever--” your adrenaline is pumping. Your own mother is jealous? Because some stupid paparazzi photos. 

“It’s here. It’s pasted all over. ‘Mystery girl with Stark’.” She taps her screen then tosses away the phone, “Urgh! Why won’t he answer me? Hm?” She looks at you with fiery eyes. “Because then he’d have to lie. That’s the only explanation.” 

Your eyes tinge hotly. You don’t get it. Your mom has her tantrums. She’s never been very immature, but your emotional punching bag, you’re not her competition. She’s always used you to make herself look and feel better. 

“I wouldn’t do that,” you stand up. “You should know that... mom.” 

She scoffs, “oh, you wouldn’t? Not after last night? All your little smiles? That tiny little voice you put on? Oh and that picture you got together? He’ll forget you too.” 

“I didn’t do anything--” 

“That doesn’t work on me,” she snaps. “Get out of my room before you make this headache any worse.” 

You stare at her. She rolls her eyes and scowls. She swipes up the phone and turns away from you. She taps her finger all over then puts it to her ear. 

“Danica, you won’t believe...” 

You don’t know what to do. You’re stunned. She’s your mom, she’s flawed sure but this is a bit much. You just turn and close your textbook and stack it beneath your notebook. You don’t say a word as she closes herself in the bathroom and sobs into her phone. 

She’ll get over it. It’s like that time she thought you stole her Dior lip stain. You don’t even use lip stain, but she was adamant. She didn’t talk to you for a week. Not until she found it in the bottom of her purse. 

You go to the door and wait a moment. She doesn’t come out. You put on your coat and your boots and leave. This is... absurd. 

Your phone buzzes as you stand in the elevator alone. That could be her but now you’re kind of mad. If she doesn’t want to talk to you, then she can do just that. You’re hurt that she would think you’re that kind of person. Although it does make you want to laugh that anyone would think you could get a man like Tony Stark, or a man at all. 

You come outside and your breath clouds round you, adding to the fuzziness of the world. You realise then that you’re crying. It’s probably just the stress of school. You know this is stupid, that it’s just another of your mom’s episodes. 

You mop away your tears and find the bus stop. You silence your phone. You wish the damn scammers would take a hint. You’re half-frozen by the time the weekend route arrives. 

You get off at the campus gates and walk the rest of the way. As you approach the front door, a whistle cuts through the air. You ignore it as you unlock the door. It’s only your name that stops you. You keep a hold of the handle and peer over your shoulder. 

“There you are. I’ve been calling,” Tony approaches in a long jacket and luxurious scarf. His hands are covered by leather gloves that creak as he rubs them together.  

“You have?” You frown. “Well, you should call my mom.” 

“Joyce? She didn’t answer,” he crosses his arms and pushes his shoulders up. “Getting cold out, huh? Think it’s going to snow soon.” 

“She didn’t? But she...” 

“You been crying, sweetheart, or you just cold?” He interrupts. 

You shake your head, “no.” You lie. “I’m just... my mom’s... hungover. She probably missed the call.” 

“Probably, huh?” He tucks his hands under his arms and chatters. “So, you going to invite me in out of the cold?” 

You stare at him. The tip of his nose is red. You should really just be honest. 

“Sure but I have to study so...” 

“I can stay out of your way, baby,” he winks. “Just wanna get the feeling back in my face.” 

“Alright,” you accept and unlock the door a second time. 

He catches it behind you and follows you inside. As you climb the stairs, you rein in your reeling mind. You stop at the top and turn to him. 

“Tony,” you murmur. 

“What is it, sweetheart?” He peels his gloves off. 

“I saw the pictures.” 

“Pictures?” He arches a brow. 

“They’re online. That guy with the camera put them on the internet,” you explain. 

He chuckles, “yeah, they always do that.” 

You stare at him. He just thinks it’s funny. 

“You can’t stay long, okay? I have a lot of work to do.” 

“Oh my, alright. Got it,” he raises his hands. “Kinda like it when you boss me around.” 

“I’m not... bossing you around. I just... I’ll be busy. You’ll get bored.” 

“Of you? Doubt it.” 

You sigh and spin away. You open your dorm and he enters behind you. You point him down the hall away from the chatter in the kitchen. As you unlock your room, you hear a squeal. 

“Ahhh, it’s him!” Racquel screeches, “Gab, get over here. I told you so.” 

You cringe and look over at your roommates. You drop your keys and groan. You pick them up as Tony turns to them. 

“Girls,” he greets cheerfully. “How ya doin’?” 

“I can’t believe it,” Virgie peeks around. Shouldn’t she be napping? 

“Everybody calm down, it’s just me, the world famous billionaire,” he snickers. 

“This is awesome,” Racquel says. “We were just opening the vodka, want a drink?” 

“At 11am?” He checks his watch, “sounds like a good start to the day.” 

He strolls forward and you star after him. Well, he’s not your problem anymore. You bend to pick up your keys. 

“Hey, sweetheart, coming?” He stops by the kitchen door and looks back. “Seems like you could use a drink or two.” 

[storyuntrue]

HOW ARE YOU RUINED?

ruined by fear .

you   live   on   the   edge   of   your   seat,   but   it   is   not   a   good   thing.   you're   constantly   looking   over   your   shoulder,   unsure   of   what   will   hurt   you   next.   you   have   been   hurt   so   much,   but   you   refuse   to   adapt   to   your   pain.   instead,   you   avoid   what   you   cannot   control.   you   are   so   afraid   of   making   a   mistake,   of   being   brought   closer   to   your   doom.   but,   despite   this,   you   cannot   articulate   what   you   fear.   you   are   just   afraid.   only   afraid.   and   you   will   be   afraid   until   you   are   brought   to   what   you   fear.

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His Angel - (Part One)

Title: His Angel (Part One)

Characters/Pairings: Post!Endgame!Steve Rogers x Female!Adoptive!Stark!Virgin!Reader

Summary: You confide in Steve that you're a virgin. He's honesty shocked, but maybe he can be you first and hopefully you last.

Reader is in her 20s and Steve is in his mid 30s.

Minors DNI! Please and thank you!

Contents/Warnings: explicit smut, use of the nickname Angel a lot, mentions of death, talks of a toxic father, kissing, vaginal fingering, oral (female receiving), dirty talk, hint of a praise kink, talks of intercourse, talks of sex!toy use, angst, aftercare, Steve has a little bit of an ego, it's tiny, hopefully I listed them all, If I didn't let me know!

Author's Note: Ummm Hi, so I wrote my first fanfic. I've been studying the dark arts for a while and decided to take a crack at it. I don't know the word count, it came out ridiculously long. I just wrote whatever came to my head. Takes place a year after Tony's Memorial. This is a one time thing and won't happen again because I don't think I could write something like this ever again. Edit: Well, I started writing a prequel which takes place right after Tony's Memorial. So 20 likes and I'll drop that, but this is not happening again. Edit, Edit: This is now going to be pt 1 and there will be a pt 2 on top of the prequel. I didn't mean to write a lot of backstory, but it happened. If you squint, Steve is a soft!dom. I didn't grammar check so I apologize for any spelling or grammar errors. Do not repost my work anywhere. Likes and reblogs are welcomed and appreciated. Peace and love, enjoy. 🤍

Tonight was the night, you're going to loose your virginity to Steve Rogers. Everyone was on a mission for the past few days except for you and Steve, which left the whole compound to yourselves. You had confided in Steve one night that you were still a virgin, which came as a total shock to him. You were a fireball with confidence cascading out of you like water. Any man would be lucky to have you, but he also remembered your past and how your own father had treated you, which is why Tony adopted you after the snap.

Tony and your father worked together for years, but Tony knew the truth. You always had to convince him not to intervene for the sack of your mother, but then the snap happened and your mother was one of its victims. Tony had a good case for custody. He wasn't going to leave you in the care of your father and stand by and watch. Natasha also became a mother figure to you. Visiting you when she could and training you, which led to you going on missions. Tony didn't love that, but he knew you enjoyed going on them and you were a good asset to the team. You got to be a big sister to Morgan and Tony got to experience what it was like to have a grown up daughter and a new born at the same time, which he was grateful for before he died.

Tony left a letter for Steve asking him to take care of you. He knew you were a capable woman and that you could take care of yourself, but with him and Natasha gone, he knew you would drown emotionally. At least Tony could leave you in peace knowing you had Steve to lean on. After the memorial, Steve would check in on you. He would call you, visit you at your apartment or you would go to his. He would make sure you went to therapy, asked if you had visited Pepper and Morgan, or that you were taking care of yourself. You two grew close. The compound was finally rebuilt, which you and the rest of the avengers were grateful for. It was nice to be living with each other again. Steve started to call you Angel. He saw how your eyes had a little twinkle in them when he called you that. Bucky and Sam teased him about it. They could tell that Steve was falling for you the more he got to know you. Steve knew this isn't what Tony meant when he asked him to "take care of you", but Steve knew he couldn't ignore what he was feeling. He just didn't want to cross a line if you weren't ready. The problem was, he couldn't tell if you were.

Even though you knew that not all men were bad, especially being close to all the men in the avengers, your own father really set the example that you couldn't trust them, or tell if they had good intentions with you. The conversation with Steve took place one night when Steve decided to cook dinner for the two of you at the compound. Steve asked for your assistance in the kitchen, he really has no idea what he's doing. You sat on the counter giving him pointers and watching him to make sure he didn't burn anything.

"So, you're a virgin?" Steve asked, his curiosity fully peaked as he worked over the stove.

"Yup, unless you count using a dildo, but otherwise, no, I have not had the full experience."

"Never had someone go down on you?" You shake your head no to his question.

"Fingered you?"

"N.O. Rogers."

"Your first kiss?" He was definitely prying now.

"No." You could feel the loneliness set in you again.

"Pretty pathetic huh?" You looked down at your feet. Steve turned towards you, an empathetic look in his eyes, he could sense your mood had shifted.

"Hey, known of that, you're not pathetic. I've only slept with one person, and well, kissed Natasha."

"You kissed Natasha!" You asked surprised at his new confession.

"It was one time and she kissed me! It was so we didn't blow our cover. I'm surprised she never told you about it." Steve went back to stirring the pasta.

"Well she probably didn't want that image tattooed in my brain, it's also more believable that she kissed you." You snickered.

"Ha ha, very funny." he responded, you laughed again, making Steve get a little defensive. "Hey! I have game!"

"Really! I would love to see it in action Rogers."

"Well maybe I can try it out on you." Steve wanted a hole to open up and swallow him whole, he couldn't believe he actually said that out loud to you. Before he had time to retract his statement, you responded with, "Hmm, maybe." Steve paused to look over at you, he could sense no discomfort from you, you were actually serious.

"I'm sorry, did I hear a "maybe" Angel?" Steve stopped what he was doing to give you his full undivided attention. You sat there with that confidence he loved so much radiating off of you. You wanted him to actually try. Steve turned the stove off and slowly approached you. He knew he had to be careful with you. He couldn't just take you right here in the kitchen, even though he'd love to see you fall apart for him on his cock bent over the kitchen counter. "Control yourself Rogers." He thought to himself. Steve didn't want to trigger you. Once he was in front of you, you slightly spread your legs so he could stand in between them. You bit your bottom lip in anticipation and boy did Steve get hard once he saw your bottom lip disappear between your teeth.

"Can I touch you Angel?" He asked gently, you nodded. A tiny please slipped out from your lips. Steve chuckled a little. Guess he had that effect on you. He started with his hands on your thighs working their way up to your hips and then settling them on your bum. He gave it a little squeeze and you jumped at his motion, but not in a scared way, more of a "Please continue. I like what you're doing" way. Your hands travel up to fold behind his neck as Steve pulls you closer, you could feel his erection against you.

"So that's what that feels like." Steve couldn't help but burst out laughing at your statement, throwing his head back. You joined in on his laughter.

"Yes Angel, that is what an erection feels like." He responded still laughing.

"I did that to you?!" Your complete oblivion of a man's reaction to you made Steve want you more.

"Shit I didn't know we were that powerful." You continued, Steve thought, "If this woman only knew what power she has over me."

"Very powerful, if you told me to sacrifice myself, I'd do it in a heartbeat." Steve had the biggest dopey smile on his face as you laughed at his response. Once both of your laughter settled down, the reality set back in. Questions started to swirl in your head. Were you really ready to go through with this and let Steve have unconditionally access to you in the most intimate way possible? Could you get out of your head and let a man shower you in an abundance of love that you had never experienced before? You were brought out of your swirling when Steve got your attention by asking his own question.

"Angel, can I kiss you?" Steve asked, trying not to freak you out, but he could see the tiny panic in your eyes already, he starts to pull back, but you grab his arms.

"I need five minutes, I'll meet you in your room, I just need to get myself together. Can I have five minutes?" you asked quickly.

"You can have all the time in the world." He laughed, "What about dinner?" His eyes wonder over to the unfinished pasta in the pot.

"Screw dinner, you're about to screw me!" You jump off the counter and out of his arms, Steve couldn't help but smile. You're racing out of the kitchen when you turn around to tell him again, "Five minutes, okay?"

"Five minutes Angel, I'll be there." You leave him in the kitchen to clean up the dinner that never happened, racing to your room, and locking the door behind you. You take a few deep breaths. Tonight is the night, you're going to loose your virginity to Steve Rogers. You quickly change into a pair of comfy clothes, deciding to forgo your under garments. What's the point when Steve was going to rip you out of them anyway. You fixed your hair to have some form of sex-appeal. Quickly shaved and moisturized. You looked in the mirror, you did what you could on short notice, if anything you looked cute instead of sexy. Still looking in the mirror, you hyped yourself up. "You got this, Steve would never hurt you." You walked out of your room and headed to Steve's. It's more comfortable for you to go to his room than to let him into yours. You never had a man in your room except for Sam or Bucky when they stole your snacks now and then.

Steve patiently waits for you, sitting on his bed when he hears your tiny knock. Eyes glimmering with adoration when he opens his door and sees you. Even though you changed into a t-shirt and shorts, he still thought you were absolutely beautiful, breathtaking.

He closes the door behind you, he can see your mind whirling, you become timid. He knows this is new territory for you, he has to be, no, wants to be gentle with you. He's going to treat you like a porcelain doll the first time around. Even though you could kill someone just by looking at them, but here you are, choosing to be the most vulnerable and intimate with him.

"We don't have to do this tonight Angel, could just cuddle and watch a movie." He watches as you ponder on the alternative.

"No, I want to try, I trust you Steve." He saw the trust in your eyes, you were ready to give him complete access to you.

Steve nods and approaches you, slowly, putting his hands on your waist. You melt into his touch bringing your own hands against his chest. He kisses your forehead as you breathe out a sigh of relief. He pulls away just enough to cup your chin so you can look up at him.

"At any moment you feel uncomfortable, you tell me to stop, okay?" You nod.

"Words Angel." You look up at him again, giving him a quiet "Okay."

Steve looks into your eyes one more time to make sure you were really okay with this. Once he saw no changes in your mood, he proceeds to lean down.

"Let's try this again, can I kiss you Angel?" You respond with a quiet yes. Steve kisses you softly and gently. You melt into his lips. He pulls you closer against him, moving one hand to cradle the back of your head.

Your hands moved down to the hem of his shirt, giving him the signal you wanted him to take it off. In one swift motion his shirt was off and his hands back on you in an instant. He starts to slowly push you back until you land on his bed. He crawls on top of you, making sure to not apply his entire weight on you and plants a short kiss on your lips.

"Can I take this off?" He asked, slightly tugging at your shirt.

"Yes." You respond as he helps you sit up, slowly peeling off the material from your body. Your nipples instantly pebble once the cool air hits them. Steve's eyes gleam, he then looks back at you, leaning forward and whispers against your lips, "Absolutely beautiful, Angel."

He kisses you again, laying you down his bed once more. All you could do was smile. He comes back up and motions to your shorts, "And these? Can they come off too?" You nod with a smile and respond with a yes. He slowly rolls them down your legs leaving quick kisses on your thigh. Soft whimpers leave your mouth. Your left completely bare to him.

"No panties Angel? And here I thought you were a good girl." Steve smirked down at you. He takes in your bare form, his Angel, his beautiful virgin angel, ready for him to claim. He slowly positioned himself between your legs, hands gripping your thighs as his face comes face to face with your most intimate part. You feel his warm breath against you and you let out a little cry. "No reason to keep quiet Angel, there's no one here to hear you but me, be as loud as you want." Steve didn't mean to drag this out, but he knew he couldn't rush into this. He doesn't want to break the trust you granted him.

"Angel you're dripping, gonna touch you okay? Gonna make you feel good." He waits for your yes, moving one of his hands to your clit, his thumb making small circles on your little bud. "Stevie." You moan out. You felt your heart flutter, no one has ever touched you like this, let alone seen you like this. You prop yourself on your elbows to watch him.

"Think you can take one of my fingers?" He asks, you nod eagerly. He slowly enters his middle finger into your needy hole. His finger was definitely bigger than yours, but not big enough like one of you dildos. It's definitely been a while since you used one. The stretch feels nice. He lets his finger slide in and out of you as your walls flutter around his finger. "Feels so good Stevie." Yours eyes close and more whimpers fell out from your lips.

"That's it Angel, make a mess for me." Steve lets out a little moan himself realizing how tight you actually are. "Fuck you're so tight. Wondering how my cock will fit." You moan loud at his realization. He lets out a little chuckle, "Don't worry Angel, we'll make it fit, maybe I should just stretch you out tonight instead? Hmm?" He already knows your answer.

"That's not funny Steve, you wouldn't dare." There was his strong willed girl. You look at him with determination that you're going to take his cock tonight whether it hurts or not and Steve is happy to oblige. "Don't worry your pretty head. You'll get my cock tonight, but I need to do a proper tasting first." Another string of loud whimpers leave you. Steve slowly removes his finger, he couldn't wait to dive head first into your pussy.

"Ready Angel?" You give him a whinny yes at the anticipation. Finally lowering his mouth to your weeping hole, his tongue making contact to the place his been dying to try. Your head falls back and a song of moans leaves your throat. Steve was grinning like the cheshire cat. He continues his assault, dipping his tongue in you occasionally, which you seem to like a lot. He makes a mental note of that. The foreign feeling of his tongue becomes pure pleasure. Your fingers could never create the feeling of what Steve's tongue was doing to you. He laps at you like it's his final meal. Steve comes up for air making the comment, "Tastes like pure honey, could eat you out forever Angel." He dives back in, applying more pressure and you buck your hips up in excitement. You try to close your thighs, but Steve isn't having it, his grip is impossible to fight. You weave one of your hands into his hair, fingers scratching his scalp, pulling him closer to your core. Steve lets out a moan of satisfaction. He knows you close and ready to finally have your release. A few more licks and your dam breaks. The high and pleasure is unlike anything you have ever felt. Steve keeps his tongue pressed to your clit to help you ride out your orgasm. You come down from your high, clearly out of it, in the best way possible.

"Still with me Angel?" Steve comes up from your pussy.

"Uh Huh" You couldn't say anything else. Your brain was so fuzzy. Steve had given you one of the best orgasms in your entire life. Steve looks at you and sees your face. He knows that look. You're so fucked out, maybe he pushed you too far tonight.

"We can stop tonight Angel, you did so good." Steve responds, ready to cuddle you for the rest of the night.

You think about it, you really do want to be with it when Steve makes you cum on his cock, you know, get the full experience.

"As much as I want you to fuck me, you really wiped me out. That was, really good Steve. Thank you." You breathe out, panting.

"You're welcome Angel. I promise to fuck you properly soon, it's a date." He kisses the inside of your thigh and gets up to get you a glass of water, which you happily accept and a wash cloth to clean you up. He comes back handing you the glass and gets to work on cleaning you. He can tell your sensitive when he hears you whimper from his touch. He tries not to stimulate you to the best of his ability. After he's done, he puts the wash cloth in the laundry basket and comes back to lay down next to you. He watches you as you catch your breath, admiring your fucked out state, knowing he's the one who caused it.

You finish the water, placing the glass on the nightstand and find your way back to him, lying across his chest. Steve engulfs you in his arms and pulls the covers up to encase you in a warm embrace. His fingers lightly drawing patterns across your back, as he places another kiss to your forehead. You and him stay like this for the rest of the night, enjoying the comfortable silence. It takes Steve back to a time where all you two knew was silence amongst each other. Now, he doesn't mind it, especially if it leads to you curdled up in his arms. He's glad that you chose him to be your first and he's definitely going to make sure he's your last. No one touches his Angel, but him.

"Good night, Angel." He whispers into your ear, pulling you closer to him. "Night Stevie." You slowly drift off to a deep and peaceful sleep, knowing that Steve will be right there when you wake up.

Hope you enjoyed! 🤍