#tony stark deserves so much better

[xenocorner]

Small sketch page of some of my marvel blorbos ;; Couldn't fit all of them in it nor had the time but hey I got the itch scratched kinda

[sillyparker]

how much harder do you think the grieving process was for tony when he couldnt go back to the last place he was with peter? their last memories together ever trapped in a foreign planet that almost killed him to come back from, he had nothing to take back with him except the lack of life left in him. holding a funeral for him would have been unjust when frankly there was nothing of him, nobody who loved peter parker would be there because they were all gone, he had to face the grief of losing him alone, i cannot imagine how horribly heart breaking it would be to even witness somebody go through that

[broadwayfan92]

Characters who deserved better in IW and Endgame:

I know we got Wandavision out of it, but they deserved better

[xter]

Rewarching Iron Man to get the charactrizations right, and all it's done is make me want to destroy something. Or preferably, someone

[lenalee-academy]

Okay so I know I’ve been mentioning another collab Avengers fic and we are still working on the next Big One. In the meantime my sister has convinced me that I should post mine. Even though it’s not finished either and I had no plans to share it.

I started writing it because I wanted some Loki and Tony friendship. And while building up to that things got a bit carried away and it’s sort of an end game fix it now….so there’s that. If you’re interested check it out and let me know what you think!

[groovy-lady]

@mycroftrh if you ever do write this meta, I’ll definitely read it!! Poor Tony!! IM2 makes me want to hug Tony and get him the help he needs (if he wants it) the entire time!

The only thing you fight for is yourself.

[deanofsam]

i’m back on my tony stark shit 🗣️🗣️🗣️

[mostly-marvel-musings]

Shooing skills

A/N: This was random! Hope you enjoy reading it :)

Pairing: Tony Stark x Wife! Reader

Warning: Jealous Tony = Hot Tony.

Tony Stark Masterlist

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“I don’t know how you do it!”

“Huh? Do what?”

Tuning back into the conversation you were already done with, you tapped your shiny rock that sat on your ring finger against the glass of champagne you held, hoping the person opposite you would get the hint and leave you alone.

Apparently not.

Either he was too dumb to catch on or chose to ignore it completely and continue with his brazen flirting. The guy —whose name you hadn’t bothered to remember had cornered you, leaving you no room to escape, and you felt obliged to speak to him considering the donation he’d pledged.

“You’re literally an Avenger, and you’ve organised this event, plus I heard from someone that you paint too?” He went on, leaning closer in a way that bothered you.

“Umm. Yeah. Just a little..” You shrugged, eyes skimming across the room, looking for your man who was nowhere to be seen.

“You’ve got it all, Y/N. You’re truly an amazing woman.”

“Well, thanks. You’re kind.” You chuckled awkwardly, rubbing your bare shoulder which the man took as an opportunity to let his obviously lust-filled gaze roam all over your body.

“Any guy would be lucky to have you. Say you’re not seeing anyone, are you?”

“Erm—”

“She is. Rather she was seeing me, for a year. Then I gave her that stunning rock which you haven’t noticed, and then she married me exactly thirteen months ago.”

Relief spread through your chest as a smile made its way to your lips, a firm tug pulled you closer against Tony Stark, your terribly handsome husband. The glare that guy was subjected to was much deserved as you watched him straighten up and clear his throat awkwardly.

“Oh! Tony, I—I mean Mr. Stark I had no idea—”

Tony dismissed him with a wave of his hand, using the other to bring your left hand up to his lips for a soft kiss.

“Don’t go bothering people’s wives now.” He called out, rolling his eyes as the fully grown adult of a businessman stumbled into a waiter before disappearing into the crowd.

“Nice shooing skills.” You straightening the bowtie he wore, smiling as Tony continued to eye the man who’d just hit on you.

“Thanks.”

“Though you made a mistake, dear husband.” You murmured, turning to him as he held onto your waist possessively.

“What?” For a flash second, Tony tensed up, unsure where you were going with this.

“You married me fourteen months ago.”

Exhaling in relief, he gave you a winning grin, leaning in for a kiss which you happily returned.

“Baby, in my head we were married the moment I laid eyes on you.”

“Such a liar.”

Now it was your turn to roll your eyes. Finishing your drink, you shook your head before Tony pulled you closer, clearly feigning hurt at your reaction.

“You don’t believe me?”

“Tony, I literally had to drop so many hints before you finally mustered up the courage to finally ask me out.”

It was true. It took him months to admit to his growing feelings towards you before he finally knocked on your door one day to ask you for dinner. “The team is out for the night and I was wondering if you were the sort of person who eats dinner?” Were his exact words as you recalled. It was cute and rather hilarious watching Iron Man all flustered.

“Hey! I can’t be a genius when it comes to all things. Give me break! Besides, you agreed to marry me. Not Mr. Random Romeo over there. Me.”

Giggling, you pressed a kiss to his stubbled cheek, watching his eyes narrowing as he spotted that man wandering along the halls again.

“Yes, I did. My hero.”

It was kinda hot watching your husband get all jealous, not something you’d see often considering most people were well aware of the fact that you were Tony’s girl.

“Why do you attract these schmucks?” Tony wondered out loud, grabbing your hand as you made your way through the crowd. It would be a long night and messing with your husband never seemed like a better idea.

“Mm. Believe me, I keep asking myself the same question some days.”

[innerempire]

{Father-in-law Tony that thinks Peter is so much more deserving of a better husband than his own son)

Tony doesn’t know how his son managed to bag a goddamn gem like Peter Parker. Hell, he loves his son, but Tony was always of the thought that his son lacked…ambitions. He wasn’t keen in inheriting the company and learning the ropes of business and while that disappointed Tony, he had come to terms with it (after some thoughts of possibly disowning his son and leaving nothing for him in the will).

And it’s only normal that Tony doesn’t understand what Peter sees in Harry. But they were clearly in love and Harry seemed to be faring better with Peter in his life. For Tony, he bonds instantly with Peter over their mutual interest in tech. There’s clearly some awe and worship there, but Tony brushes it off because he is the Tony Stark afterall.

But he also can’t deny he enjoys it.

The more he gets to know Peter, the more he starts to think: I want him for myself. He doesn’t know exactly when he starts imagining the younger male as his partner, realizing that he’s growing mildly irritated each time Harry is around Peter. Or when he starts taking mental notes of Peter’s likes and dislikes, occasionally bringing him out for lunch and/or dinner under the guise of “bonding” with his son’s partner.

“You know, I’ve been here with Harry so many times, but he never remembers that I love the smoked duck pasta here. “

“Well, I hope you’re alright with me going ahead to order for you.”

“…thanks for remembering, Mr.Stark.”

And Tony remembers.

Remembers that Peter loves his coffee with a specific brand of oat milk. That he has a preference for sweet-salty snacks and white wine over red, or how he’s slightly allergic to shrimps. He notices how Peter tends to overshare when he’s nervous, the way the boy gnaws on the skin of his thumb when he’s deep in thought, sees all the quirks that he finds so goddamn endearing.

When Harry shows Tony the ring he had picked out to propose to Peter, he flat out says to Harry: “Peter’s not going to like that. It’s too much.”

Harry laughs it off, “Come on, dad, you don’t know him like I do.”

Two months after Harry proposes to Peter, Tony smugly realizes that Peter’s wearing a different ring altogether. The jealousy grows and so does his unwarranted resentment towards his own son. Now, Tony has never once though that he’s a good man, but he stoops to an all time low when he offers Peter a position in R&D for entirely selfish reasons.

Peter’s fucking thrilled, but he also goes on a spiel about how he doesn’t to be treated any differently - honestly, Tony thinks the kid worries too much, but it’s what makes Peter so very…him.

As time goes by, Tony can’t lie to himself any longer : he truly does want Peter for himself.

[idk-bruh-20]

Tony: Once upon a time you went to bed. The end.

Morgan, who has her third eye opened: That's a horrible story.

Russos:

THAT'S A HORRIBLE STORY. DID YOU NOT HEAR HER? SHE SAID-

AVENGERS ENDGAME 2019 | dir. Anthony Russo; Joe Russo

[secretmarvelsideblog]

Give me insecure Irondad! Lemme set the scene:

Happy calls Peter just as class gets out, tells him to meet him at the back exit to get picked up. As they drive off, Peter notices a crowd of reporters out front. Happy explains that someone leaked the fact that Peter is Tony’s personal intern and the press managed to track down Peter’s personal details. May has already been taken to the tower and is waiting for them.

Tony and Pepper sic their lawyers on the press and eventually, things calm down. Peter and May go back to their apartment and things move on, only Tony can’t stop thinking about it. About how this only happened because of him, because one of his staff snitched, because of his fame and his money. How Peter would be better off without him. And Peter’s a genius, so obviously he’s figured this out by now too, and Tony can just see it all.

He can see Peter dipping out of their hangout more and more often. No more movie nights, no more working on Tony’s cars or building Lego sets, no more casual bonding time. After that, Peter will start to cancel their lab days too, first once a week, then twice, then he’ll tell Tony he’s taken an internship at Oscorp or Hammertech, somewhere he knows Tony’s influence can’t keep destroying his life. And Tony will let him go, because he knows it’s for the best. He knows he doesn’t deserve Peter, never has and never will.

But still, Tony is selfish. Tony is so selfish that he’ll do anything to make Peter stay. So he starts doing more dangerous, more ‘cool’ things in the lab with Peter, starts giving him more ridiculous upgrades for his suit and web shooters, even buys him a car and lets the him take a joyride in an Iron Man suit in the same day. And that’s when Peter stops enjoying himself and really notices that something is wrong with his father figure mentor.

Because from an outsider perspective, Tony isn’t doing well. Now that Peter’s really paying attention, he notices that Tony’s eye bags are worse than ever, that he’s gotten thinner. And Peter, because he’s a genius, connects the dots and traces this all back to the PR freakout. He doesn’t quite put everything together, though, until one night when he accidentally leaves his homework in the lab and comes back for it, and his super-heating overhears a sleep deprived (and maybe drunk) Tony talking to DUM-E or FRIDAY about how he’s going to miss Peter so much when he finally decides that Tony’s more trouble than he’s worth.

Peter comes back to the lab, hugs Tony and says “I’m not going anywhere.” Cue Tony having the full on breakdown that’s been coming, passing out and waking up in the medbay to a ticked off (and concerned) Pep and Rhodey and a Spiderkid who’s practically bouncing off the walls with nerves. Cue a chewing out from Pep and Rhodey, followed by Peter being like “I meant what I said, I’m not leaving no matter how much trouble you are, wanna know why?”

And Tony’s like “Lay it on me” but inside he’s like ‘it’s probably the money, but that’s okay. If that’s what it takes to make him stay at least I get to have this amazing kid in my life’.

And Peter’s like “My dad died when I was little, and Ben, well, he was an amazing uncle, the best, and he was more than that. He raised me, but then he died too. It was just me and May, but then you started mentoring me and I guess I started to see you filling that hole. I really look up to you, and well, I guess what I’m saying is you’re way more than a mentor to me, I mean, if you wanna be. I’m sticking around as long as you’ll have me, Mr. Stark.”

And damnit, Tony just woke up and he’s crying again. Peter’s been way more than a mentee too, but Tony didn’t want to weird the kid out and risk pushing him away. Now that he knows Peter feels the same though…

“Get over here Roos,” he says, and Peter gingerly curls up next to him in the medbay bed, and if FRIDAY takes pictures and sends them to Pepper, Rhodey, Happy, and May, then no one has to know.

[avocadopepito]

Charity Gala

Pietro Maximoff x reader

TW : language, and some dirty talk i guess ?

The Avengers Tower was buzzing with activity as the final preparations for Tony Stark's charity gala fell into place. The event, dedicated to funding cutting-edge prosthetic technology for veterans, promised to be the highlight of the year. Tony spared no expense-as usual-transforming the tower into a glittering beacon of innovation and elegance.

Y/N stood in front of her bedroom mirror, slipping into a sleek, floor-length gown that Tony himself had commissioned. The deep emerald fabric shimmered under the soft light, complementing her eyes and the quiet confidence she inherited from her father. As she adjusted the delicate bracelet on her wrist—a gift from her mother Pepper—there was a rapid knock on the door.

“Come in,” she called.

Pietro clad in a crisp suit, stepped inside, looking every bit as uncomfortable as she’d expected. His silver hair was tousled, as though he’d run his hands through it repeatedly in frustration, and he tugged at the tie around his neck.

“Why do people wear these?” Pietro grumbled, gesturing to his outfit. “It’s like a straitjacket.”

Y/N turned, taking in the sight of him with an amused smile. “You clean up well, Maximoff. Who knew you had it in you?”

He rolled his eyes, but the faint blush on his cheeks didn’t escape her notice. “You look... nice,” he added awkwardly, his Sokovian accent softening the words.

“Nice?” she teased, stepping closer. “I think I deserve better than ‘nice.’”

Pietro’s lips curved into a grin as he met her gaze. “You look stunning,” he admitted, his voice low. He then use his thumb to lift her chin, and kiss her as if she were the most precious thing in the world.

“Much better,” she quipped, grabbing her clutch. “Now, let’s go before my dad sends a search party.”

***

The elevator doors opened to reveal the grand ballroom of Avengers Tower, a breathtaking space transformed into an opulent celebration of innovation and generosity. A canopy of shimmering lights hung from the ceiling, mimicking a star-filled night sky. Stark’s signature flair was everywhere—from the holographic displays showcasing Stark Industries’ latest prosthetic models to the sleek bar, stocked with drinks served by bartenders in tailored suits.

As Y/N stepped into the room, all eyes turned to her. The gown, her effortless confidence, and the way she carried herself made her the embodiment of Stark charm and sophistication. Pietro were at her side, his body tensing uncomfortably as he felt like a fish out of water. Y/N kind of fell it, she knew it was not the type of thing that Pietro was cool with. And it's why she's so grateful, because he made an effort for her.

“You can relax. I'm with you, and I'm not going to leave you alone” she whispered softly, low enough for only him to hear. His body relaxed, and even if he'd like to be anywhere but here, he knew this was important to Y/N. And he love her.

“Ah, there’s my precious girl!” Tony’s voice boomed from across the room. He strode toward them, dressed in a sharp black tuxedo that was custom-made, no doubt. His grin widened as he caught sight of Y/N’s companion. “And you brought a date! Didn’t know Speedy here owned a suit.”

“First time for everything,” Pietro replied with a smirk.

“You should be thanking me, dad.” She added. “I’m single-handedly increasing the elegance factor of this room.”

Tony chuckled, but his eyes darted to Pietro, scrutinizing him. “Well, don’t think I won’t interrogate you later,” he said lightly, though his tone carried a hint of warning.

“Looking forward to it,” Pietro replied, matching Tony’s gaze with surprising ease.

“Behave,” Y/N said, shooting Tony a pointed look before linking her arm through Pietro’s and guiding him away.

The evening unfolded in a whirlwind of introductions and conversations. Guests ranged from political figures to celebrities and military leaders. As Y/N navigated the crowd, Pietro stayed by her side, watching with quiet admiration as she worked her magic.

“Miss Stark,” a senator greeted her warmly. “I have to say, this initiative is truly remarkable. Your father must be proud to have you carrying the torch.”

Y/N smiled, her response both gracious and sharp. “Thank you, Senator. My father laid the foundation, but it’s a team effort. We wouldn’t be here without everyone’s collaboration—including the veterans who inspired this project.”

As the senator walked away, Pietro leaned in. “Do you always talk like you’re in a political drama?”

“Only when I’m trying to impress people,” she whispered back, nudging him with her elbow.

A familiar voice interrupted them. “Hey, Y/N! Nice dress.” It was Natasha, dressed in a sleek black gown that was simple yet stunning. Beside her was Steve, who looked as though he’d stepped out of a fashion magazine in his classic tuxedo.

“Thanks, Nat. You’re not looking so bad yourself,” Y/N replied, exchanging a quick hug with the spy.

Sam, who just joined them, grin at Pietro. “Didn’t think I’d see you in anything other than running gear, Maximoff.”

“You and me both, birdy.” Pietro quipped, earning a laugh from the group.

Steve extended a hand to Pietro, his expression polite but assessing. “It’s good to see you here.”

“Likewise, Captain,” Pietro said, shaking his hand firmly.

Natasha gave Y/N a knowing look as the conversation shifted to light banter. “You two make an adorable couple,” she mouthed silently, earning an exaggerated eye roll from Y/N.

As the night progressed, Y/N and Pietro found themselves on the dance floor again. The music shifted between lively jazz and modern hits, creating a dynamic energy in the room. Tony, ever the showman, took the stage at one point to give a heartfelt speech about the importance of the prosthetics initiative. Y/N felt a swell of pride watching her father speak, his charisma lighting up the room.

“I see where you get it from,” Pietro said, leaning close.

“What, my dad’s flair for dramatics?”

“No,” he said, his voice softer. “Your ability to make everyone believe in you.”

Y/N glanced at him, caught off guard by the sincerity in his tone. For a moment, the chaos of the gala faded, leaving just the two of them in their own little bubble.

“I think you’re starting to enjoy yourself,” she notices, deflecting the sudden wave of emotion.

“Maybe,” Pietro admitted with a grin. “But only because of you.”

Tony finally finish his speech, the crowd cheering him. The music then shifted to a slower tempo as couple starts to dance in the center of the reception.

“May I have this dance, Miss ?” Pietro face to Y/N, offering her his hand.

Y/N hesitated for a moment, then placed her hand in his, smiling “With pleasure, sir.”

As they moved to the soft rhythm, the world around them seemed to fade, leaving just the two of them under the glittering chandelier.

“I want to thank you for being here with me, I know it’s not the place you love the most.”

Pietro’s gaze softened, and right now, he realized how important she was to him.

“I know it’s important for you. And I fucking love you Y/N, so much that it’s killing me.” Y/N smiles then lean in and kissing him, the world suddenly feels like stopping.

“I love you too Pietro. And I have to admit, you’re full of surprises tonight” she murmured.

Pietro leaned in, his voice a quiet murmur in her ear. “And the night’s not over yet. If you know how much I want to rip this dress out of you. I want to eat you, and fuck you until you can't take it anymore.”

Hundreds of shivers ran down Y/N's spine, her cheeks turning red and this sudden urge to cut the gala short. “Is that a promess, Mister Maximoff ?” She tease with confidence.

“Trust me, it's more than that princess.”

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If you didn’t know how much I love Aaron Taylor Johnson, now you know it. I hope he’s my husband in an another life, who knows, multiverse is real after all, right ?

Anyway, I've been thinking about doing a full story with this ship, maybe not Y/N like Tony's daughter, but Doctor Strange's niece (it was a story that I starts on wattpad years ago but she never see the light). Sooo tell me if you'd like me to do it !

[srslyblvck]

dating headcanons, tony stark

pairing: tony stark x fem!reader

synopsis: headcanons for dating tony stark

genre: fluff, kissing, making out, suggestive content

word count: 0.6k

Personal Hype Machine: Tony is always bragging about you. Did you open a jar for him? He’ll tell everyone how you could’ve invented the jar yourself.

Endless Spoiling: You just have to glance at something in a store, and the next day, it’s gift-wrapped in your living room. Say you don’t need it? Too bad, it’s already engraved with your initials.

Clingy but Classy: Tony needs to be touching you at all times. Hand-holding, shoulder drapes, waist grabs—he’s glued to your side in the most suave way possible.

Compliments with Extra: “You know, I’m a genius, but dating you was the best decision I ever made,” he’ll say, right before taking you to dinner somewhere with a Michelin star.

Late-Night Workshop Visits: You wander into his workshop to find him tinkering, only to have him abandon his project the moment he sees you. “Break time,” he says, tugging you onto his lap and kissing you senseless, his hands running through your hair as he pulls you even closer.

Jealous? Never: When someone so much as glances your way, Tony smoothly steps in, an arm around you as he casually drops the fact that you’re with him. Him, the billionaire genius superhero. No big deal.

Date Nights of Dreams: Forget simple dinners. He’s setting up rooftop views, complete

PDA, Everywhere: Public spaces are just places to show off how much he loves you, whether it’s a lingering kiss on the cheek or a casual, handsy hug that definitely makes people blush.

Morning Coffee & Endless Pep Talks: Every morning starts with him bringing you coffee and recounting all the ways you’re amazing, sprinkling in a few of his infamous “Tony-isms” for good measure.

“I Wasn’t Eavesdropping…” He knows every single detail about your goals and ambitions, “accidentally” overhearing you and then surprising you with something helpful or wildly extravagant.

“Power Couple” Costume Coordination: If there’s a Stark Industries gala, he insists you both arrive like the powerful duo you are—coordinated outfits that look like they belong on a magazine cover.

Elevator Escapades: On the way up to his penthouse, he stops the elevator between floors with a quick press of a button. "We’ve got, what, 30 seconds?" he says with a smirk, pulling you in close for a heart-pounding kiss. If it goes longer, he’ll just press the stop button again.

Compliments with a Twist: “Who needs a suit when I’ve got you?” He’ll smirk, winking as he implies you’re a better sidekick than any Iron Man tech.

Surprise Getaways: One minute, you’re watching TV; the next, he’s casually suggesting a quick trip to Paris because “you deserve it, and the jet’s already fueled.”

Never-Ending Flirt Mode: Every time he sees you, it’s like he’s meeting you for the first time, showering you with the kind of cheesy, heartfelt pickup lines that actually make you blush.

Ultimate Cuddle Monster: As soon as you’re alone, he’s on you like a magnet, wrapping you in a bear hug and practically making you his personal armchair.

“I Made This For You” Projects: He’s always tinkering with little gadgets, each personalized to make your life easier—or to just make you laugh. “Everyone needs a watch that can also make coffee!”

Protective Without Being Possessive: He’s not controlling, but anyone who tries to mess with you definitely gets the subtle “remember, I’m Iron Man” reminder.

Dancing Anytime, Anywhere: He’ll pull you into a slow dance wherever you are—living room, lab, even in the middle of a grocery store aisle if the song is right.

Spicy & Subtle Teases: Tony’s a master at whispered comments that make your cheeks flush, leaning close with that trademark smirk when he knows he’s flustered you.

Random “Just Because” Texts: Expect messages like, “Have I told you I’m ridiculously in love with you today? Because I am,” when he’s just down the hall.

Constantly Plans the Future with You: Every conversation about future tech, Stark Industries, or even the Avengers has “we” in it. He’s not building a life alone anymore—it’s always you and him against the world.

[thatsmzbitchtoyou]

Please come back... Oneshot

Word count: 2681

Y/N was found by Nick Fury a year ago in a Hydra facility that was mysteriously blown up while S.H.I.E.L.D was surveilling it.  She was a mutant born with the ability to manipulate energies, which had a broad spectrum of uses, but Hydra focused on her ability to take life.  Life itself is an energy, and Hydra had wanted to use it to their advantage and make her a walking angel of death.  Unfortunately their efforts backfired, and Fury found her as the only thing that had survived her self-made explosion.

He propositioned her to join the Avengers, hoping to help her hone her abilities for better use, or as their own last resort when there were no other options.  She agreed, and was accepted by the rest of the Avengers happily.  Y/N was quiet, still dealing with night terrors and the demons of her past with Hydra.  Bucky had been quick to help her through it, being the first to reach her room each night when she woke the whole tower with her screams.  She had naturally gravitated towards him, and they were rarely seen without the other.  

It was pretty obvious to everyone but them that they had feelings for each other, but no one wanted to put that pressure on either of them, so they let them be to figure it out on their own.  Bucky felt damaged, like he didn’t deserve her, while Y/N was afraid to put him in danger as she still worked on getting a hold of her abilities.  She knew they were both mentally still healing, and she didn’t want to derail his efforts or ruin their friendship by telling him about her feelings that may or may not be reciprocated.  

After her first year with the Avengers and many hours of training and working on figuring out how to handle her abilities better, Tony decided to throw a party for Y/N to celebrate her joining the team.  That night was quite the rager, with dancing, singing, and lots and lots of drinking.  Y/N had come out of her shell as she drank, and the rest of the Avengers had cheered her on as she enjoyed herself.  Thor had brought quite a lot of Asguardian mead, and Bucky had indulged himself a little too much.  As the party continued that night the Avengers were too far gone and hadn’t paid attention as Y/N dragged Bucky out of the party, or seen them start making out passionately in the elevator.  

The next morning Y/N had woken up entangled in Bucky’s arms, which wasn’t new due to their previous times with him helping her through nightmares, but this time they were both naked.  She had sprang away from him, waking Bucky up and making him jump out of bed ready to fight.  They stared at each other in panic, realizing they were both naked and grabbing the bed sheets to cover themselves.  Y/N had shut down at that moment, shutting her eyes tight.  “I’m sorry,” she had whispered before turning, grabbing her clothes off his bedroom floor and running from his room.  

After that they hadn’t spoken again, and avoided each other like the plague.  As much as it worried and confused everyone else, whenever someone tried asking either of them about it they refused to talk and would either walk away or change the subject.  Unfortunately they couldn’t avoid each other forever.

“Avengers!  Assemble!”  Steve called out one day.

Friday’s alarms started blaring, and everyone quickly got ready and loaded into the Quinjet.  Fury filled them in over comms as they flew to the drop point.  “Looks like a subset of Hydra operatives have been messing around with more otherworldly things they shouldn’t be.  A door has been opened into another dimension, and basically…we’ve got vampires.”

“Vampires?” Tony scoffed.  “So what do you need us for?  Just wait till morning and the sun will kill them.  Or, oh!  We’ll drop ten tons of garlic on them.  Where’s my wooden stake?”

“These vampires are a little more than urban legend, Stark,” Fury said in an annoyed tone.  “So far all we know is that the sun only maims them.  Silver bullets have been loaded into your weapons.  They are the only things that have proven to work, so aim for the heart,” he said.  “Y/N.” She perked up and looked at the screen.  “We might need the angel of death on this one.”  She inhaled deeply and nodded.  Bucky watched the interaction with a deep frown, glancing at Y/N as she settled back into her seat.  She flexed her fingers and shook out her hands as she continued to breathe deeply.  Wanda approached her as Fury ended the call and they were soon reaching the area.

“You ready?” Wanda asked her quietly, kneeling down in front of her.

Y/N looked up at her as her power overtook her body, making her eyes black and purplish-blue veins spread around the skin of her eyes.  “I’m ready,” she answered, her voice distorting to sound deep and gravelly.  

Bucky and the rest of the team hadn’t fully seen what she could do, only glimpses during training, so seeing her like this was jarring.  The hanger door opened on the Quinjet and they all prepared to jump.  Y/N didn’t need a parachute with her ability to manipulate the kinetic energy she would have in falling, but Bucky did.  “Can I catch a ride, doll?” he asked her, trying to break the silence between them.

Y/N looked up at him, her black eyes intimidating.  She nodded and opened her arms as if to hug him.  He stepped into her embrace, then she fell backwards out of the Quinjet.  They hurtled toward the ground headfirst, and as scared as Bucky was, he held her tight, trusting her to save them.  After what felt like an eternity she spread her arms and twisted them both in a kind of whirlwind that slowed them down, and then glided them onto the ground where they held each other tight and rolled in the grass.  They finally came to a stop with Bucky hovering over Y/N.  He let out a huffed laugh as he tried to get his bearings.  “Thanks,” he said, looking down at her.

Y/N didn’t say anything and just pushed him by his shoulders to get off of her.  He stood quickly and helped her up before getting his gun ready.  They stayed close to each other for a while, hearing the other Avengers touchdown, their voices whispering through the comms as they spread out.  The first scream came from Wanda, and Y/N bolted toward her.  

“Y/N, wait!” Bucky called out, then he was tackled from behind.  He fought with whatever was behind him as it pawed at his uniform, trying to rip at the guards on his neck that had been added for this mission.  He was finally able to kick it off and turn around to see what it was.  If he had to guess what vampires looked like, this was pretty close to his worst nightmares.  It looked like a regular man, but a whole head taller than him, with angular features that made it look unearthly and glowing red eyes in the dark.  The moon illuminated its iridescent skin and glinted off its two long sets of fangs.  “You are one ugly motherfucker,” Bucky scoffed before shooting at it.  The vampire didn’t move out of the way in time and was shot through the heart, letting out a gut wrenching, high pitched scream as it spasmed and fell to the earth.  Bucky watched its body begin to melt from the gunshot wound, the silver disintegrating it from the inside out.

“Fury was right, aim for the heart,” he said into his comms earpiece.  “The silver disintegrates them.  They’re strong, but not too fast.”

Y/N was on the other side of the field they had landed in, trapping vampires in her energetic grip as the other Avengers ended them one by one.  The Avengers seemed to have the upper hand, the fight attracting any other vampires that may have tried to explore the newfound dimension.  Bucky rejoined the group soon after, shooting more vampires dead as they arrived to try and join the fight.  

Bucky and Steve were physically fighting more of them.  They were getting overwhelmed and one vampire ripped off one of Bucky’s neck guards, its teeth dangerously close to him.  “Buck!” Steve yelled out, trying to get through the vampires to him. 

Y/N heard Steve and whipped her head to Bucky’s direction.  “NO!” she screamed.  She stretched her hands forward, her power ripping through the earth and scattering the vampires around Bucky and Steve.  Her body flew forward, her hands shaped like claws in a cupped position as she gripped each vampire’s life in her hands, making their bodies twitch in unnatural and strange ways, grunting and whimpering in pain.  Her power spread across the field and beyond, rooting out all the vampires that hadn’t joined the fight yet, their stiff bodies floating towards her.  Bucky lay watching in shock.  Her black eyes and the veins around her eyes were now glowing indigo, the same color swirling around her fingers and sucking the vampires’ lives out of them.  “Enough,” she growled, and her hands closed into fists.  The vampires’ screams filled the field, ripping through the air as their life forces were taken.  Each one went suddenly silent, and the resounding thuds of their bodies hitting the ground sounded like an earthquake.  Bucky looked around at the dead vampires with wide eyes as he caught his breath.  She saved him.  She had saved all of them.

Bucky looked up to see Y/N panting and shaking as she floated back down to the ground, then collapsed.  “Y/N!” he ran over to her, falling to his knees as his hands hovered over her, unsure of what to do.  The other Avengers all came running to her.  

“Friday?” Tony asked.

“All vitals are stable,” Friday’s voice echoed from Tony’s suit.  “From what we know of her abilities, the immense amount of energy she has taken in from taking so many lives needs to either be expelled immediately or absorbed, which will take time.  She is in a coma of her own making to heal.”

“How long?” Bucky asked, looking up at Tony.

“Unknown,” Friday answered.

They all sat in silence, staring at Y/N.  Bucky fought back tears as he leaned down and cradled her into his arms, picking her up and walking to the Quinjet.  He sat on one of the larger chairs, making sure she was settled in his lap comfortably as the others filed in.  Bucky’s flesh hand pushed her hair back and traced her face as he looked down at her.  Steve walked up as the Quinjet lifted off, squeezing Bucky’s shoulder.  “She’ll be okay, Buck.”

“We don’t know that,” Bucky whispered.  “What if she never wakes up?”

“She will,” Steve reassured him.  He walked away and Bucky held her close, pressing his forehead against her forehead.  

“Come back to me, Y/N,” he whispered, nuzzling her nose.  “I know you’re not talking to me right now but…I need you.  You can’t leave me.  Please come back.”

***

“Hey doll, good morning.  You’re looking better today.  Got more color in your face.”

“I know that neither of us really remember anything from that night.  That Asguardian shit really took it out of me.  I wish I did…I always thought that if we had a first time it would be special.  But that’s not our style, is it?  Um…I don’t regret it, though.  I wish you would have stayed that day, so we could have talked it out.  But I guess I understand why you ran, too.  Maybe we can try again, for real this time.  I’ll take you out on a real date, we won’t get wasted, maybe some dancing.  Or just staying in like we usually do.  I don’t care.  As long as it’s with you.”

“Y/N.”

“Please wake up.”

***

Y/N’s eyes fluttered open and she breathed deeply.  Her body felt sore and stiff, and as she tried to slowly move to stretch she felt something in her hand.  She looked down to see Bucky holding her hand, his upper body laid on her bed and fast asleep.  She smiled as she turned to lay on her side to face him, groaning at the effort.

Her groan woke him up and his eyes snapped open, his head jerking up to look at her.  “Y/N!” he said loudly, standing and hugging her.  “Oh my god, doll.  You’re awake!  She’s awake!” he called out towards the hallway as he looked back down at her.  

“Hey Buck,” she croaked, her voice gravelly from being unused.  She cleared her throat as his hands cupped her face.  “Water?” she asked.

“Oh, yeah, yeah,” he nodded frantically, letting go of her and grabbing a water bottle he had next to the bed, bringing it to her lips.  

She drank a lot then sighed heavily when she finished.  “Thank you,” she whispered.  “How long was I out?”

Bucky grimaced.  “Three weeks, three days and ten hours,” he said quietly.

Y/N nodded, opening her mouth to speak when her door flew open.  “Y/N!” Wanda’s voice cried out as she rounded the bed, standing next to Bucky as she touched Y/N’s face, her own power flitting around Y/N to check on her.  “Are you okay?  How are you feeling?”

“Tired,” Y/N said, her eyes blinking slowly.  

“Don’t you ever scare us like that again,” Steve’s voice came from behind her, and he leaned on the bed so he could look at her.  He looked stressed but relieved and it made Y/N smile.

“Yes, Cap,” she muttered.

Dr. Choi walked in the room and shooed everyone away to do an examination.  When she was done she called them all back in.  “She’s fine.  It seems the coma worked to absorb all that extra energy.”  She turned to Y/N.  “Just try not to end an entire population of vampires again anytime soon.”

Y/N huffed a laugh.  “Yes, doc.”  The team each visited her, making sure she was alright and commending her for her abilities and her sacrifice to help them all.  Once they all left she was alone with Bucky again.  “You stayed the whole time,” she said, reaching her hand out to him.

He sat back on the chair he was on before and took her hand again.  “Of course I did,” he replied.  

“I heard you,” Y/N said.  Bucky’s eyes slightly widened and he blushed, but nodded.  “I was asleep but…not fully.”  She squeezed his fingers.  “I’m sorry I ran away from you that day.  I couldn’t remember anything from the night before and I just…I was scared of your reaction, and embarrassed, and afraid that I had done something wrong–”

“You didn’t do anything wrong,” Bucky shook his head, leaning toward her more.  

Y/N nodded.  “I don’t regret it, either,” she whispered.  “I don’t regret you.”

Bucky's breath sputtered at her words and he blinked back tears, his lips twitching up in a smile  “I love you, doll,” he whispered back.  “I’ve loved you for a long time.”

Y/N smiled.  “I love you, too,” she said.  They smiled at each other for a long moment.  “Can I have a kiss?  You know, to help me heal faster?” Y/N asked, her smiling turning into a teasing smirk.

Bucky laughed, then stood and leaned forward.  He slowly pressed his lips against hers, kissing her like he was afraid she would break if he was too firm.  Y/N’s free hand lifted up to cup the side of his face, holding him to her as she kissed him back.  When he pulled away he didn’t go far, his nose nuzzling hers.  “So about that date?”

[night-night-stories-before-bed]

In exchange for two drops of blood

Warning ⚠️; Spoiler for Agatha All Along I guess. Magical baby 👶

Pairing; Tony Stark/Cult Leader!Male!Reader

Summary; You need something from Agatha and Billy, but what you have to offer in exchange makes it impossible for them to say no.

Note; listen, I am in denial okay? Give me back my coven! They all deserve to be brought back to life and live happily together as a chaotic coven!

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The Witches’ Road was as you remembered it. A forest, a path and the feeling of dread filling you as you know you weren't alone. By your side, holding your hand, Tony looked around him with fascination. Ever since you introduced him to your Cult, the man had been curious about everything as it was in his nature. You loved him more just for that.

You stared at him, gaze soft and loving as Tony pointed at something with a big smile on his lips. You pulled his hand to your lips, kissing his fingers.

The duo of witches in front of you stayed silent, studying you. Agatha had pushed Billy behind her, ready to protect the last member of her coven with her life. What a broken soul. Four hundred years of pain, misery and mistakes before being given a loving coven only to lose it all before the end of the road.

Which was perfect for you.

Behind her, Billy looked at you with big curious eyes, his hands grabbing Agatha’s clothes, ready to pull her with him if he decided to run away. What a beautiful sight. Mentor and protegee ready to fight and protect each other.

- “Agatha Harkness, what a pleasure to see you once more. I see that the centuries have left you unchanged.” You said, tilting your head as the teen behind hear leaned a bit more, trying to see you better. “Well, except you found yourself a protegee.”

- “What are you doing here with Stark? I thought he was supposed to be dead.” Agatha replied, pushing back Billy behind her.

- “Ah! As if I would allow Death to keep my beloved away from me. You know me better than that, Agatha. I have bested Rio more time than any mortal can count.”

You saw something flash in her eyes. Jealousy, anger, sorrow… after all, Agatha has lost so much to Death and could never gain the power to win them back.

Your words picked Billy’s curiosity as he looked between you and Agatha. He tried to move again, but Agatha kept him behind her. You could see her hands shaking in fear which pleased you.

- “You know him? Who is he?” Billy asked, chin on her shoulder.

- “Something worse than Rio. A monster that shouldn't exist, an abomination against nature and life itself.” She replied, voice low and filled with disgust. “What do you want?”

- “Two drops of yours and Billy’s blood.”

It is Tony who answers the question, his attention now turned to the duo. His eyes are envious, possessing and you know he desires their blood more than anything else as of now. And what Tony wants, you'll give it to him. Well, you'll give him what he wants after using the blood.

- “I beg your pardon?” Agatha’s voice sounds offended while she stares at you angrily. “If that's a joke, it's not funny.”

- “It is no joke. I cannot use my blood for obvious reasons, Agatha, and I need magical blood.” You told her, raising your hand to stop her from talking. “And I come to offer you something in exchange, something neither you nor Billy can say no to. In my change for two drops of blood each I will bring back your coven, your son and Tommy.”

Your revelation left the duo in shock. Agatha was staring at you, wondering if you were lying or serious while Billy’s mouth hung open and his eyes filled with hope and joy. For only two drops of blood, they could win back all that was lost.

It was too beautiful to be true, and yet it was.

As murderous and cruel as you could be, you never lied or broke a deal. It was in your powers to undo Death and Fate’s will, even tho it would leave you magically drained. But for Tony’s happiness? It was all worth it.

You shared a look with Tony. The genius seemed so hopeful and you knew you weren't leaving without the blood. No. Tony was going to have what he wanted, no matter the price.

- “You can do that?” Billy’s voice breaks the silence.

- “Yes. I've already started the procedure to bring them back, I just need you to fill out your part of the deal.”

Agatha doesn't give the teen any chance to speak and grabs him by the collar before pulling him away. The boy fights back until she whispers something and he caves, following her. You can only watch them speak, sometimes they would stare at you.

By your side Tony grew nervous and you calmed him with soft kissed on his head and whispers of promised that no matter what, you'll get their blood. You'll give him what he desires the most.

Its something you can't give him any more, all the magic and rituals you did taking it away from you. Agatha was right, you are an abomination against Nature. That is why you cannot die or reproduce.

That why you cannot give life.

That is why you cannot give Tony the child he so desires.

After what felt like an hour, Agatha and Billy walked back toward you. They didn't need to speak, you could see it on their face that they were agreeing with your deal. After collecting their blood, Tony held the phial against his chest as you filled your part of the deal. The tears in Billy's eyes, as you began chanting, told you you were doing the right thing.

You almost collapsed as you summoned their dead loved one back to life. But you didn't. Tony’s arm wrapped around your waist helped you stay on your feet as you watched the reunion. Billy and Tommy hugged tightly as the rest of the coven did. Agatha was crying, holding her son tightly in her arms. You could hear and see them laugh and cry as they embraced each other. They were sisters in the craft after all, their found family one once more.

Silently, you and Tony walked away, allowing the witches to celebrate their reunion only for you to collapse the second you were home.

You woke up naked, arms wrapped around Tony’s waist and your nose buried against his side. Above your head, you heard the soft cooing of a baby. Blinking, you listened as Tony whispered sweet words to the baby he cradled against his chest, his free hand caressing your back.

- “Tony?” You called, voice harsh and mind heavy. How long have you been out? When did you give Tony that baby? “What… when…”

You sighed as soft fingers brushed your neck and you looked up, seeing Tony stare at you tenderly as if you had hung up the moon and the stars for him.

- “You are back, finally. You've been out of your mind for the past week, as you thought. You got me worried, you know? While I can never thank you enough for Morgan, I didn't want to lose you.”

You groaned as you sat in bed, resting your cheek on Tony’s shoulder. In his arm, a newborn baby. She was looking at you two with big blue eyes, the same eyes as Tony. She also had his hair.

Yes.

A daughter. You remembered now, gifting him what he had dreamed so much about. You suspected Tony had dream-walked and saw his other self with a baby, but your man had wanted one so much, convinced you'll give him one somehow.

And you did.

- “Morgan… she is perfect. She looks just like you, Tony, and she will break many hearts.” You whispered, raising a finger and stroking her cheek.

The baby cooed again with what seemed like a smile. She was beautiful and healthy.

- “Yes, she is. Thank you. Thank you for everything.” Tony told you, kissing your forehead and face. “I love you two 3000.”

You chuckled softly. Tony loved saying that recently, maybe something he heard in his dreams. You closed your eyes after telling him you loved him too and sighed as you felt his cheek resting on top of your head. After everything, you were happy and felt fulfilled. You had Tony by your side and now you formed a happy family. A family you'll protect no matter the price.