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[caplanbuckybarnes]

Tension Logs (Steve Rogers, Tony Stark)

gif sen to me by @krirebr back in october, just now going through my inbox full of gifs, sorry my love <3

Summary: overhearing an argument from Steve & Tony, you grow worried and with awe at the pure strength Steve possesses.

Warnings: none?

WC: 1K

A/N: there's no pairing in this and i honestly debated on posting this as is, or rewrite it a million more times lol.

Read On Ao3!

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The farm was a welcome sight after everything that had happened. After the chaos, the battles, and the tension of saving the world yet again, Clint Barton’s peaceful farmhouse felt like a sanctuary—a place to breathe and maybe, for once, pretend things were normal.

You sat on the porch, your legs curled beneath you, watching the others as they scattered around the property. Natasha was keeping an eye on the kids while Clint and Thor discussed something about farming techniques—likely for a laugh, given Thor's complete lack of experience with Earth crops. Bruce was in the barn, tinkering with gadgets, and Vision was seated nearby, reading.

But your attention was drawn to the tension rising between two men who seemed to clash constantly: Steve Rogers and Tony Stark.

You could hear them before you saw them—loud, angry voices. Steve, usually so calm, was pacing, hands running through his short blonde hair in frustration. Tony was standing a few feet away, arms crossed, his expression tight with annoyance. The words were muffled from the porch, but the intensity between them was unmistakable.

"He's just not listening," Tony grumbled, rubbing his temple. “I’m trying to save everyone, Steve! But you keep acting like I’m the enemy here.”

Steve’s jaw was tight as he shook his head. “You think I don’t want to protect people? You’re not seeing the bigger picture here, Tony. If we keep going down this road, we’ll have no choice but to fight against ourselves.”

“Yeah, and how long until we’re fighting for our lives, huh?” Tony shot back, clearly exasperated. "You’re just blind to the fact that the rest of the world isn’t always going to play nice.”

You could feel the tension rising from where you sat. The last few days had been a whirlwind of emotions, battles with no real winners, and personal grievances that were still being worked out. But watching Tony and Steve argue like this... it was different. The anger was raw, not just from the situation, but from something deeper, something that neither of them was willing to admit.

You sighed, turning your gaze back to them, uncertain whether you should intervene. But before you could make a move, something unexpected happened.

Steve had stopped pacing, his face flushed with frustration, and Tony was busy running his hands through his hair, his back turned. That’s when Steve walked over to a large, thick log lying near the edge of the property, one that looked almost too heavy to move. Without saying a word, Steve dropped to one knee, grabbed hold of the log, and—without any visible hesitation—ripped it in half with his bare hands.

You blinked, certain you had imagined it, but when you saw Steve’s arms straining, his muscles tensing with the force of the action, you realized it was real. He wasn’t using any tools or anything to help him. No tech. No super-soldier serum enhancement. Just pure, raw strength. The snap of the log cracking in half was deafening in the stillness of the farm, and for a moment, you were sure even Tony had frozen in place.

For a long second, there was only the sound of Steve breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling as he stood over the splintered wood, his eyes unwavering. His gaze locked with Tony’s, and the tension between them suddenly felt different—more grounded, more purposeful.

Tony’s jaw dropped, his usual sarcastic wit faltering for a moment. “Jesus, Cap. You trying to kill me or just make me feel inadequate?”

Steve didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he straightened up, wiping his hands on his pants as though the task had been as simple as pulling a thread from his sleeve. His face was set, but there was a softness behind his eyes, something you recognized as tiredness—not from age, but from the weight of the responsibility that he carried.

“You can’t fix everything, Tony,” Steve said, his voice quieter now, though it still held that unshakeable determination. “But you can try to do the right thing. I need you to understand that.”

Tony didn’t say anything at first, still staring at the broken log, clearly in shock at what he had just witnessed. Slowly, his expression softened, and he nodded, though you could see the struggle in his eyes.

“I know,” Tony replied after a moment, his voice rough. “I just… I don’t know how to stop screwing up.”

The vulnerability in his voice was something you rarely heard from Tony Stark, and it made your heart ache for him. But then, to your surprise, Steve stepped closer, clapping Tony lightly on the shoulder.

“You don’t have to be perfect, Tony,” Steve said, the warmth in his voice unmistakable now. “None of us do. Just don’t give up on trying.”

You couldn’t help but smile softly, watching the interaction unfold. In that moment, you realized just how strong Steve Rogers truly was—not just in his physical strength, but in his unwavering belief in people, in their ability to change, to do better.

You knew that strength now extended beyond just his shield. It was in his words, in the way he carried the weight of responsibility on his shoulders, and in how, no matter how many times Tony fell short of his own expectations, Steve would always be there to pull him up again.

You stood up quietly, unsure if they even realized you were there. The argument had defused, and now, Tony and Steve were standing side by side, silently processing everything that had just happened. The tension between them was still there, but you could see the cracks beginning to heal, just a little.

With a quiet breath, you stepped back inside the house, letting the door swing closed behind you. There was still a lot of work to be done before the world would feel right again, but for now, you felt a flicker of hope. Steve Rogers, in all his strength, had proven once again that the world wasn’t just saved by punches or tech. It was saved by the quiet power of believing in each other.

And maybe, just maybe, that was the kind of strength that would carry them all through the rest of the storm.

[finitepeace]

november: imi reads tony fics

a bunch of tony x steve, some tony x stephen, and a few tony x bruce. favorites are marked with ✌

STONY

Of things lost in time by erde (orphan_account) | Words:16,082 | The Time Stone beckons Steve with the promise of home. He ends up in Clint's farm, reliving the same day again and again

✌ Drawn to You by jellybeanforest | Words:15,988 | In a world where what one writes on one’s own skin appears on their soulmate’s body in exactly the same place until it’s washed off or fades, no one has ever responded to Twenty-five years later, Tony Stark is born with a single phrase on his left forearm written in messy old-fashioned script. And as he grows up, the words never change:

Safe Haven by gottalovev, zappedbysnow | words: 20,686 | It's been three months since the Battle of New York. Four since Steve woke up in the future. Everything is still too fast, too bright, too glib. And then, as if it wasn't enough, Steve is dragged through a portal into an alternate universe. Other Him is happy, though, and that feels like hope.

✌ to find a secret (behind the ruins) by dapperyklutz | Words:19,555 | As is the case in Tony’s life, it starts with an accident.“This… is not the coffee pot,” he says dumbly. “Astute observation as always, sir,” JARVIS replies dryly, though there’s no mistaking the hint of astonishment in his voice. Tony blinks once more before he gapes at the hammer in his hand. Specifically, he’s holding Thor’s hammer. He has Mjölnir in his hand. Like, what even.

✌ You Can Never Get Enough (Enough Of This Stuff) by Carsonian | Words:3,554 | (A.K.A. Steve gets drunk off Asgardian liquor and broadcasts his feelings towards Tony in the most ridiculous manner. This is incredibly confusing for Tony.)

No Return, No Return by Carsonian | Words:18,231 | In many ways, Tony Stark has spent his whole life waiting to meet something real enough to test himself against. He hadn't planned on it being Steve Rogers. (A re-imagining of Steve and Tony pre-/post-Avengers (2012) with a spotlight on their relationship.)

✌ Since We've Been Together by Carsonian | Words:1,788 | "Marry me." On his life, he couldn't tell how the words came out. Whether they were loving or demanding or whispered. He only knew that once they left his lips, the following breath came as easy as his first one right after receiving the serum. (Steve proposes to Tony, right after a battle.)

The Five Stages of a Time Loop by AirlocksandAviaries | Words:40,517 | Tony Stark looks Thanos in the eye. He raises his gauntlet in defiance and states his iconic phrase. He snaps, expecting death. But death doesn't come. Instead, he's back in his basement, completed time travel model in front of him. He builds the time machine. He snaps again. Again, and again, and again. Tony can't for the life of him seem to change the outcome of this story. What does change, though, is his feelings around it.

ironstrange

Beg by lucifersfavoritechild | Words:2,310 | Tony smiled. “Knew you’d heard of me.” He took a long draw of his drink. “So what do you think? Want to be my something new for the night?” “If you think you can keep up with me.” “Cocky. I like that in a man.” “Really? The version I heard is that you like it in you.” Tony arched a brow. “Planning to join that list?” Stephen gave him a long, considering look before sliding a hand over Tony’s free one. “Mister Stark . . . you’re going to beg me to join it."

✌ One Time No One Thought Tony and Stephen's Marriage Would Work and Five Times They Were Wrong by infiniteeight | Words:10,956 | An alliance requires that Tony and Stephen get married. No one really thinks it will last. They're wrong.(aka an arranged marriage plot where instead of marriage forcing them to resolve their differences, everything works out bizarrely well right from the start)

Embers by surveycorpsjean | Words:8,274 | They’re horribly different in all the best ways.

reach out by crownsandbirds (Restricted) | Words:4,048 | "Tony's eyes focus first on the long fingers holding the glass of champagne, and then up to the blue eyes eyeing him with intent. He hopes the sharp breath of want he has just taken wasn’t too noticeable." Tony and Stephen meet, lose each other and then find each other again.

sciencebros

Mutually Assured Protection by Ophiuchus_Trails | Words:1,579 | In which the Hulk protects Tony, and he returns the favour. Because that's what friends do.

Tin Man by some1_around | words:2,120 | People tend to think that the only emotion Hulk can feel is anger. They're pretty spectacularly wrong.Or, five unpleasant emotions Hulk has felt and how Tony helped him through them, and one time Hulk returned the favor for Tony.

Common Sense by thebratqueen | Words:1,814 | “If he throws one more of those I’m going to have to have lunch with the mayor. I can’t express how much I’d rather be fighting the Doombots.”

[winters8child]

It´s been a long, long time

Chapter 61

We touched down on what appeared to be a remote farm, a tranquil oasis far removed from the chaos of our usual missions. Clint had assured us this was a safe house, but it looked more like the idyllic setting of a pastoral retreat. As we disembarked from the Quinjet, the air was filled with the gentle hum of chirping birds and the warmth of a clear, sunny day. The contrast between the serene surroundings and the weight of our recent events was striking. This place, with its picturesque landscape and charming façade, seemed ill-suited for a refuge for bruised and battered superheroes.

We approached the front door with a sense of cautious curiosity. Clint broke the silence, calling out, "Honey?"—a code word, I assumed, though it felt oddly domestic against the backdrop of our tense situation. The interior of the house mirrored the exterior’s warmth and homeliness. It was an inviting space, filled with personal touches and an undeniable sense of lived-in comfort.

A sweet-faced woman emerged from the kitchen, her expression shifting from surprise to warmth as she took in the sight of us. She held a stack of children’s drawings, their colorful chaos a stark contrast to the disciplined order of our lives. Her rounded belly hinted at the presence of another family member yet to join us.

"Hi," she greeted, her voice soft and welcoming, as Clint moved toward her. They exchanged a brief, affectionate kiss, a silent conversation in their embrace. "This is an agent of some kind," Tony remarked, his tone edged with curiosity and confusion. "Gentlemen, this is Laura," Clint introduced, his arm draped casually over her shoulder in a gesture of intimacy.

Laura’s smile was warm and genuine as she waved. "I know all of your names," she said with a light-hearted chuckle as if our superhero identities were part of her everyday life.

The sound of footsteps echoed from the hallway before two small figures burst into the room. The children raced toward Clint, their faces lit up with unrestrained joy as they leaped into his arms. The surprise on our faces was palpable; Clint had never mentioned having a family.

Tony’s voice cut through the surprise with a touch of sarcasm, "These must be the smaller agents." “Did you bring Auntie Nat?” The little girl’s voice was brimming with eager anticipation, her eyes wide with hope. Nat’s face brightened with a radiant smile as she stepped forward, her demeanor playful yet tender. “Why don’t you give her a hug and find out?” she replied with a teasing, almost daring tone.

The girl didn’t hesitate; she flung herself into Nat’s arms with unrestrained joy. The sight of Nat holding the child was profoundly moving. Her expression, a mixture of warmth and wistfulness, seemed to convey a depth of feeling that resonated deeply with me. Given what Nat had shared about her struggles with infertility, witnessing this moment of connection was both heartwarming and poignant.

“Sorry for barging in on you,” Steve said, his tone sincere as he glanced around the cozy living room. Tony chimed in, his voice tinged with a mix of apology and humor, "Yeah, we would have called ahead, but we were busy having no idea that you existed".

Clint, with his arms comfortably draped around his wife and son, offered a reassuring smile. "Yeah, well Fury helped me set this up when I joined. He kept it off S.H.I.E.L.Ds files, I would like to keep it that way. I figure it's a good place to lay low." His explanation was casual, yet it carried an undercurrent of seriousness, revealing the importance of this hidden sanctuary in their lives.

The idyllic family scene stirred something deep within me, a bittersweet pang of longing. It was a vision of the life I had once imagined for myself—simple, serene, and filled with love. Facing the stark reality that this dream would forever remain out of reach was a painful truth, one that cut deeper than I was willing to admit. Overwhelmed, I stepped outside for a breath of fresh air, resting my weight against the cool railing of the porch.

As I tried to gather my thoughts, Thor, his face etched with tension, strode past me, his brow furrowed in determination. Steve followed closely behind, a look of concern on his face. Thor’s voice, laden with frustration, echoed in the crisp air. “I need answers. I won’t find them here,” he declared, before vanishing into the clouds above with a flash of impatience.

Steve’s gaze shifted to me, his worry evident as he took in my pale complexion. “Are you okay? You look pale,” he said, his voice filled with genuine concern. I hadn’t shared with him the turmoil I was feeling, but seeing Laura and her family had unearthed a well of guilt I could no longer suppress. The weight of it had multiplied tenfold, consuming my thoughts and leaving me unable to push it aside any longer.

I let out a weary sigh as he laced his fingers with mine, feeling an unexpected calm wash over me from the simple touch. There was something about the way his hand enveloped mine that brought a sense of peace I couldn’t quite explain. “The things that witch showed me... I can’t escape them. They keep replaying in my mind, and it’s tearing me apart,” I confessed, my gaze fixed intently on our intertwined hands.

Laura appeared in the doorway, her face illuminated by a warm, welcoming smile. “You guys can head upstairs; your room is ready. Just make yourselves at home,” she said cheerfully.

We expressed our gratitude to Laura and ascended the staircase, our hands entwined, finding solace in each other's touch. Once we reached the room, we gently closed the door behind us, sealing out the outside world. The room was a serene retreat, adorned in calming shades of blue. A king-sized bed, draped in rich teal bedding, dominated the space, while a white vanity stood poised against the wall opposite the bed. The room exuded a tranquil charm, with its soothing color palette and soft lighting. A small, neat bathroom, featuring a clean, modern shower, was tucked discreetly off to one side.

Steve placed his shield carefully in a corner, its metallic sheen catching the light momentarily before he removed his suit and boots. With a heavy sigh, he sank onto the edge of the bed, his posture reflecting the weariness of the day.

I moved toward the bathroom, feeling the need to wash away the day’s weariness. As I stepped inside, the cool splash of water against my face offered a momentary reprieve. I noticed Steve standing in the doorway, his expression a mixture of concern and empathy as he watched me.

“You can talk to me,” he said, his voice steady as he crossed his arms. The tight fabric of his shirt highlighted the defined contours of his broad chest and muscular arms, making his presence both reassuring and imposing. I gazed at my reflection in the mirror, the weight of countless unspoken words pressing down on me. I struggled to find where to begin.

Turning toward him, I leaned against the sink, feeling its cool surface beneath my hands. “She showed me something,” I began, my voice trembling. “She showed me you... you died in my arms. You looked at me... my hands were covered in your blood...” I faltered, the vivid memory choking my words.

Without a word, he gently guided me to the edge of the bed, his touch both firm and reassuring. As I sank down, the room seemed to contract around us, the weight of our shared pain pressing heavily in the confined space. "You died because I killed you, Steve," I confessed, my voice faltering, the words catching in my throat. His fingers began a soothing, rhythmic motion across my back, offering a silent comfort.

"You would never do such a thing," Steve's voice rumbled softly, filled with conviction and warmth. Yet, the depth of my anguish seemed to defy his words. "It’s not just that," I continued, my voice trembling as tears began to well in my eyes. "She showed me... I was pregnant. But there was so much blood... and I lost it." The tears finally spilled over, tracing silent paths down my cheeks as I struggled to contain the storm of emotion within me.

His expression darkened as the weight of my words settled over him, the memory of discovering my pregnancy before clearly haunting him. I could see the pain etched in his features, mirroring my own turmoil. As I began to speak, the floodgates opened, and the words tumbled out in a raw, unfiltered stream.

"I want it, Steve. I want this," I said, my voice breaking. I gestured helplessly around us. "I want a family, a simple, ordinary life. I couldn't admit it before because the pain was too overwhelming." Tears streamed down my face, each one a testament to the heartache I had buried.

"The loss of my baby... it hurts so much. If I had fully faced it, I'd have had to confront the truth that all I ever wanted was a family."

The realization of what I had lost seemed to engulf me, the depth of my longing and sorrow blending into a profound sense of grief and yearning. The unspoken truth about the family I could have had with Bucky lingered heavily in the air between us.

A sense of regret gnawed at me—perhaps I shouldn't have revealed so much. But as I reflected on it, I realized I was already burdened by too many secrets. The weight of honesty seemed both a relief and a burden, casting a shadow over the fragile moment we shared.

“We can still have it,” he whispered, his gaze locking onto mine with a mixture of hope and sorrow. He gently cradled my hands in his, turning his whole body to face me. “We can have a family when all of this is over,” he continued, his voice imbued with a tender determination. “We can buy a house, just like this one. We can get married, have children...” His smile, though tinged with sadness, was bright with the promise of a future we could still dream of. As he spoke, he painted a vivid picture of a life beyond the chaos, filling the space between us with a hopeful vision of what could be.

The vision he painted sounded like the perfect life. I could almost see myself standing on a porch, watching our children play with Steve, their laughter echoing in the air. The image brought a sense of calm to my restless mind, offering a fleeting moment of peace. Yet, despite the soothing picture, it felt strangely distant, as if I were peering into someone else’s life rather than my own.

Tags: @capswife

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[braveclementine]

Chapter 7

Warnings: None. (Will however be a 18+ reader book)

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own my OC: Elizabeth Y/L/N (created so you don't get Y/N and Y/S/N consistently mixed up. I do not condone any copying of this.

YOU WERE FURIOUS WITH IVY, THOUGH you hadn't told her so. Now that Elizabeth was aware that you had found your soulmates- and she knew when you had found them- you were going to have to tell them and her as soon as possible.

You had met Thor and Loki about two days ago. They'd come down through a shiny rainbow portal thing from some guy named Heimdall. Despite Ivy's warnings, you had accepted Loki's' bond and you actually liked him very much. You weren't entirely sure why the others treated him like he was someone to be feared.

Although, to be fair, he did his fair part of threatening to kill people.

You had already moved into Stark Tower and it was everything that you had dreamed it would be. Your bedroom was lavish, Tony had given you a card to buy anything you thought you might need. Your closet, for once, was filled with beautiful clothes.

"Hello princess." Thor said, wrapping his arms around you and you smiled, leaning back into his embrace.

"Hello honey." You smiled.

"Are you alright? You sounded upset with the phone call you received." Thor said, turning you around in his arms so that your chests were pressed together in the hug.

"Yeah, just some news I received. I wasn't quite ready to tell my family about my soulmates." You replied. "But my sister is a little upset about it, I think. My friend told me she told my sister about the soulmates, not realizing that I hadn't told my family yet."

"It's not your fault if you weren't ready to tell your family yet. Although, I can imagine that Loki would be upset had I not told him about you. But that is probably different as Loki is also your soulmate as well." Thor replied.

You looked up into his face, feeling just slightly guilty now. "Well. . . see. . . that's the thing."

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ELIZABETH WASN'T UPSET THAT Y/N HADN'T told her about her soulmates. It was exactly as she had expected it to happen. Y/N, in her opinion, was scatterbrained and Elizabeth wasn't shocked to find that Y/N had either forgotten, or had just not thought it important to tell her about her soulmates.

Elizabeth didn't really care about soulmates. Soulmates, after all, weren't the powerful sort of love that was in books. The kind that meant you were bound to them, that there was unconditional love no matter what.

No, soulmates of this world were simply marked with tattoos. But there was nothing there that bound them to each other. No rules or laws that made them marry. Elizabeth already expected that they would reject her bonds, after having met Y/N.

Y/N was most likely more of who these people needed- or wanted. Y/N was a fan of the city, she was exuberant, and she was pretty.

Elizabeth was not. She had too much of her dad in her and without makeup she looked more like a guy with long hair than anything else. It took her ages to look anything remotely pretty and she would not leave the farm for anything, not even love.

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"SO YOU KNOW OUR OTHER SOULMATE?" Steve asked in surprise and interest.

"Yes." You replied, cheeks flushing from the shame of not telling them sooner. "Her name is Elizabeth and she's my sister."

"Your sister?" Tony asked in surprise.

They knew, of course, that you had a sister, but you had not bothered to tell them about the soulmate part.

"What's she like?" Sam asked.

You thought about it. "Well, she's younger than me. She only just turned eighteen. She looks a bit different from me. She's shorter for one thing, and more muscular. She has brown hair and brown eyes and she takes after our dad's features in the family. She loves the farm so I don't know how long she would stay here if she came up here. She does have an extra soulmate though, one that I don't have. It's a Japanese sword."

"Hogun." Loki was the one to respond, playing with a butterfly knife in the corner of the room. He looked good too. Six feet and four inches of hot stuff, long silky black hair, a pale complexion. His fit body wrapped in green and gold Asgardian leather. "He's another Asgardian."

"So she's mated with the three of us," Steve said, gesturing to himself, Bucky, and Sam, "Those two," he gestured to Tony and Stephen sitting together on either side of you, "And Hogun."

"Yes." You replied. "We always knew we'd share the same soulmates. I'm sorry I didn't tell you guys earlier. I was trying to wrap my mind around the fact that my- our I guess- soulmates were Avengers. And I wanted to get to know all of you first. I'm sorry I didn't tell you guys sooner."

"Have you talked to her yet?" Sam asked curiously.

"No, not yet." You replied, cheeks flushing again in shame. "I wanted to talk to you guys first. Elizabeth. . . well she's a bit stubborn so she might not want to come up to the tower at all. She hates the city. So if you guys want to meet her you might have to go to the farm."

"That's fine with me." Sam said, almost seeming excited, which rubbed you the wrong way. "I'd like to see the farm anyways."

"Talk to her." Loki said, "and let us know. The sooner her soulmates get to meet her, the better. We'd all hate for her to feel left out. Thor, perhaps you should contact Heimdall so he can send Hogun down?"

Elizabeth was a sensitive creature. She cried watching Disney movies and she would even cry if a favorite character died in a book. A book! She laughed to much at funny movies and squealed in pleasure whenever Elijah Mikelson was on the TV. So she probably would feel left out the longer that she went without meeting them.

"I'll be right back." You said, walking over to the other side of the room, pulling your phone out. You hoped Elizabeth would pick up on the first ring.

She did.

"Yeah?" Elizabeth asked. From the background noises, it sounded as though she was milking the cows again. You must be on speaker.

"Hey sis."

"Let me guess." Elizabeth said. "Ivy told you she told me that she told me about you finding your soulmates and you've decided to give me a complimentary phone call so that you can tell your soulmates about me?"

"Actually, I already told them about you. We were hoping you would come up here to New York so you could meet them. They even know who your other soulmate is, the one with the Japanese sword." You said, knowing there was no way she could deny the request.

"I already told you this before you found your soulmates. If they want to meet me, they can come down to the farm." Elizabeth responded. "I'm not leaving the farm to meet a bunch of guys or girls mated to my sister who didn't even bother telling me she'd found them!"

"Look, I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner. I'm sorry I hurt your feelings-"

"You didn't hurt my feelings Y/N." Elizabeth sounded tired now. "I'm sure I'll meet them eventually anyways. You have to bring them down to meet our parents anyways. But dad doesn't have the money to ship me up to New York and you know that."

"I'll buy you plane tickets." You said.

"Why do you care so much about me coming up to New York anyways?" Elizabeth asked. You could hear the familiar clinking telling you that she was done milking the cows. "I have to go-"

"No you don't." You snapped. "You're avoiding the conversation like always. When you don't want to be bothered with something or someone or a problem you always say you have to go."

"I'll talk to dad." Elizabeth's voice was short and clipped. "And his response will tell me if I should go to New York or if they should come here. Talk to you later."

She didn't even give you a chance to respond before she had hung up on you, the cut off sound of a cow mooing in the background the last thing you heard.

You huffed in frustration. Little sisters were a menace.

"Well?" Sam asked.

"She said she'll speak to our dad." You answered in short script. "Whatever his response will gauge whether she comes here or we go there. I don't know how soon of a response we'll get though. She probably still has a lot to do on the farm."

"Alright, well now that that's settled, how about we utilize the pool?" Thor asked in excitement.

"As long as you don't electrocute everyone you big oaf." Loki smirked as he walked past him.

Steve wrapped his arms around your waist. "Are you worried about your sister?"

"No, not really." You answered truthfully. The more time that she stalled, the more time you got with your men. "To be honest, she's never really seemed to know what the big deal about soulmates was. As long as she had animals, the farm, books, and our dad she was okay. She doesn't even really have friends."

"Do you think she doesn't want to meet us?" Sam asked, looking hurt.

"It's not that." You reassured him. "She just has a very different. . . perception of the world I guess. She's a difficult person to try and explain. You'll just have to meet her to know what I'm talking about."

You went ahead and got into a F/C bikini. You looked at your hair in the mirror and decided you should probably cut it later, it had fallen all the way down to your butt, and you didn't like it that long. Your mother hated when you cut it though, so you had refrained from doing so when you had lived under her roof.

But now, you were free. You thought about the idea of putting all of your hair up into a bun just for the swim and it seemed ridiculously unreasonable.

You padded out to the living room, finding Stephen in the living room, reading a book. He had not changed into swim wear, though he gave you an appreciate glance over as you approached him.

"Stephen?" You asked lightly. "Could you cut my hair for me?"

He blinked in surprise. "Sure."

You handed him the pair of scissors and sat down in front of him patiently.

"Where do you want it cut to?" He asked, the whisper sending shivers down your spine.

"Shoulder length." You responded, putting your hand on your own shoulder. "Short and out of the way."

Stephen's hands brushed your hair back gently, the snipping of scissors and the fulfilling lightness of your hair felt amazing.

When he was done, you looked in the mirror to see that it looked fantastic. The H/C locks framed your face as it curved into your chin.

You turned back to Stephen. "Thank you."

"No problem." He said, sweeping the hair off through a portal, putting the scissors back down on the table.

"Are you not coming swimming?" You asked with a head tilt.

"Not today." Stephen said gently. "But go on out and enjoy the sun. The others are waiting out there for you."

You bent down to kiss him and then headed outside to the pool.

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ELIZABETH PUSHED THE FOOD AROUND on her plate, wondering how she was supposed to bring this conversation up. She didn't want to go to New York. Her father couldn't afford to send her to New York. Both money wise for a plane ticket, and as there was no other help for the farm. She ran the entire thing almost by herself, things would fall apart if she left!

"Something wrong?" Her father asked, staring at her. He knew that Elizabeth loved steak and the fact that she wasn't eating meant there was something wrong.

"I heard from Y/N today." Elizabeth finally started slowly.

"Is she alright?" your mother fretted. "I did fear that her going to the city would be dangerous!"

"It's not like that." Elizabeth said, frustrated with her mothers silliness. If she was worried about the city then she shouldn't have let Y/N left. "She found her soulmates."

Your father looked sharply at her. "Just hers?"

"Ours." Elizabeth corrected grudgingly. "She wants me to come up to New York to meet them. But I don't thin-"

"That's wonderful!" Your mother gushed, "Y/F/N, we need to send Elizabeth up there right now. She must meet them so they can make a connection with her! That would be for the best!"

Your father seemed less inclined to agree. "I can't spare her from the farm right now."

"But its her soulmates." Your mother protested.

"Mom, I would much rather stay on the farm." Elizabeth responded, tossing her brown hair over her shoulder, happy with her fathers approach on the issue.

"If they haven't come and seen her by the end of the summer, I believe I could spare her for a small weekend break before fall harvest." Your father continued.

"Three months without meeting her soulmates!" Your mother was flabbergasted. "Y/F/N!"

"Mom, it's really fine." Elizabeth said, not even able to hide her pleasure.

"No it's not." Your guys' mother said heatedly.

Your father glanced over at Elizabeth and with silent communication of their eyes, she picked the plates up and took them over to the sink and started to wash the dishes.

Elizabeth hoped her father could talk some sense into her mother. She didn't need a soulmate to be happy.

Not when, anyways, her soulmates would always prefer her sister over her anyways.

⬅️➡️

[aurumacadicus]

For the fic title thing: Tony Stark's baby with stuckony?

YOOOOOOO I LOVED THIS TITLE IMMEDIATELY

Tony Stark's Baby

It had been a great scandal, Tony Stark appearing at his parent's table with news that he was with child. He'd been groomed for royalty. Perhaps not in the direct family line, but a cousin or niece, perhaps. He had the breeding, the finishing, the temperament. He would have made a good husband.

Now he was wasted. That was the word Howard had shouted at him. Wasted. As if that was all he'd raised his son for, to give to someone else. Then again... maybe he had. Tony had never really talked about him with warmth and affection.

If Howard had had any for him, it died that night when he gave Tony the choice to abort or leave. And no one had seen Tony since.

"I wonder if he ever told Howard who the father might be," Steve mused, lifting his hand to shield his eyes from the sun. They'd been riding for quite some time since they'd left the Stark estate.

Bucky scoffed, shaking his head. "Do you think that Howard would have let us leave the property alive if he knew it was one of us?"

Steve took a moment to really think of his answer. "No, you're right. He would have tried to kill at least one of us." He dropped his hand with a sigh. "I thought Howard was different."

"Yeah, I think his title went to his head," Bucky grumbled. He lifted his head a little. "Looks like we're almost there."

"It was nice of his ma to let him live on her property," Steve said, then grimaced when Bucky shot him an unimpressed frown. "I mean, obviously it's the least she could do for her son and grandchild, but I'm surprised Howard allowed it."

"They had a written agreement that this would be her property to control," Bucky reminded him. He pulled his horse in closer to Steve's, unable to help the smug smirk that crossed his lips as he quietly added, "Heard Howard tried to get her to kick Tony out anyway. Every single servant left the manor that night. I heard it was because they didn't want to be witnesses if Maria killed him."

Steve nodded a little. That made sense. Maria hadn't been the best mother to Tony, but he couldn't imagine her looking at her pregnant child and deciding both her son and his child should suffer, even if she could only bring herself to see the baby but once.

They made it over the hill and stopped to let their horses rest a bit from the climb. There was a little farm in the valley below. Self-sufficient, Clint had called it. No profit. He could grow enough for them to eat, but not enough that he could make more than a few coins with his spare vegetables. A kind gift, but also a punishment.

"Well," Steve said after a moment. "No point putting this off."

"Yeah," Bucky agreed quietly, and they nudged their horses forward again.

There was no one outside to meet them, but they hadn't really expected there to be. Tony couldn't afford to hire help, so any that he got were beholden to his mother, and they hadn't really ingratiated themselves to her, if the way her eyes went sharp with realization after their careful questioning were any indication. The yard had a few toys, but otherwise was well-kept. There was smoke coming from the chimney.

Steve and Bucky fussed with their horses a bit, then gave up on wasting time, putting off the inevitable. Either Tony would accept them, or he wouldn't. If he didn't, that was his right. They had gotten word about the scandal three years ago on the front lines, and maybe they could have come back then, if they'd pushed it. But Tony hadn't asked them to come home, so they didn't.

Steve knocked, then stepped over to press his shoulder to Bucky's. Bucky pressed closer.

The door opened, and Tony was there, tipping his head back to look up at them.

"You're late," Tony said, and then, before they could respond, he turned to step back inside. "Put your horses away. Supper's almost ready, and Harley will be waking from his nap."

"We can stay?" Bucky asked, unable to help his surprise.

Tony glanced back over his shoulder at them. "If you're taking responsibility," he answered carefully.

"We'll scream to the rooftops he's ours," Steve offered immediately.

"And that we plan to bond into a triad," Bucky added.

Tony tipped his head thoughtfully. "...Put your horses away," he repeated. "And if you're nice to me, maybe I'll give you a welcome home kiss."

"Fucking move," Steve said, throwing Bucky to the ground, and Bucky squawked in offense as he chased after him.

[julietashton]

it’s hard to be anywhere these days (when all i want is you) - one

Summary — There was no such thing as safety, and no one could protect anyone. And yet, Peter was willing to try—it was the point of the whole thing.

Content — tomholland!peterparker, mcu!peterparker, ofc (original female character), irondad

Note — This is a a re-telling of some of the events in Endgame and SMFFH with an original female character that is also Tony Stark’s daughter.

one. 

Peter shouldn’t have come.

Every rational part of him had warned him against it and yet, no matter how many years had passed or how many people had been hurt, he still hadn’t learnt his lesson.

He was stupid. He was soft. He was weak.

But how could he have said no to Tony’s invitation? He had finally gained mobility again and his new arm was functioning as well as could be expected. It was the closest to normal he had been for two years, and he wasn’t going to cast a shadow on that happiness—not this time, anyway.

Pepper was the one to open the door, and she was evidently surprised to see him. He knew that, despite the average farm look, the house was probably better secured than the Pentagon and was harder to break in than any intelligence building in the world. He still had access to it, but he hadn’t wanted to use that privilege.

He didn’t think he deserved it.

“Peter?” the woman gasped.

“Hello, Miss Potts,” he replied quietly.

She embraced him in a motherly hug, and he had to gulp down the urge of crying.

***

It was even harder to keep up the façade with Tony, especially when he didn’t hide his tears at the sight of Peter. Seeing him after so long, living up to the legacy of being Iron Man now more than ever with his armour as part of him, made everything more real.

And yet, no matter how much time had passed, Peter would always see him as the father figure he’d desperately always needed and wanted. It was almost an instinct to let his guard down around him, because Peter still felt like the man could protect him. He felt safe with Tony.

Which was ridiculous. There was no such thing as safety, and no one could protect anyone.

(And yet, Peter was willing to try—it was the point of the whole thing.)

***

Peter knew she had arrived before FRIDAY announced her. It seemed that the body and senses didn’t differ much from the mind—they still remembered everything; from the rhythm of her footsteps, to the beating of her heart, to her sweet scent of cinnamon and vanilla.

It hit him harder than he thought it would, no matter how much he’d prepared himself for it.

The sight of her was worse.

Physically, she hadn’t changed at all and, in a way, that hurt him more. It was trickier to keep himself on his toes if she looked the same, because it was easy to imagine no time had passed, that all the suffering hadn’t happened, and that he still had a chance.

“Peter?” Sophia gasped when she noticed him, blinking several times as if she thought her eyes were deceiving her.

He couldn’t blame her, no matter how angry he wanted to be at the way her voice and accent still managed to send his heart racing. When their eyes met halfway, he realised how foolish he’d been, and how he’d overestimated himself.

Had he really thought he could be in the same room as her without feeling anything?

Idiot.

It took everything in him not to fall to his knees, rip his heart out and offer it to her in his bloody hands.

When Sophia approached him slowly, almost as if she was afraid he would vanish into thin air, Peter felt like he was dying. He really couldn’t predict what her reaction would be, and not for the first time, the idea of her screaming at him to leave and never set foot near her or her father again crossed his mind.

His nightmares began a lot like this.

But she didn’t do such a thing. Surprising him the way she had always done, Sophia smiled softly and reached out to place a hand on his shoulder, to squeeze it affectionately.

Peter could have burst into flames.

“I’m so glad to see you, Peter,” she whispered. “Welcome home.”

***

There was a ring on her finger; sparkly, with a diamond the size of a golf ball. And Peter heard it perfectly when Pepper asked Sophia about some Brad, even if they had been in another room.

He had been expecting something like that. Not the engagement, certainly, but he had expected her to be in a relationship.

He hadn’t expected it to feel like that.

Peter had never given his future a lot of thought. He had always known he’d wanted to go to MIT and work in science, but he had never thought that much ahead in other aspects of his life. Perhaps it came from his experiences, and the fact that his parents had been very young when they had died so, unconsciously, he had never seen the point of planning his life. What was the point of thinking that far ahead when everything was so unpredictable?

But it had been around a year ago when he’d been stopping a mug near a small chapel, and a couple of newly weds had come out looking radiantly happy. Peter usually didn’t pay attention to that, but, at first glance, the woman had reminded him physically of Sophia.

That same night, flashes of her in white assaulted his dreams, unlocking a desire he didn’t even know he’d had until then.

“Hey.”

Peter turned to look at Sophia, even if he had felt her coming. She was carrying a small plate with cake and a glass of white wine.

“Hey,” he replied, forcing himself not to stare for too long.

It was hard, too hard, because he hadn’t seen her in a year and she was lovely and he had missed her so much it was almost a physical ache.

“I brought you cake,” she told him, extending the plate to him.

“Thank you,” he replied quietly. “And wine?”

“Oh, no, the wine’s mine,” she grinned.

His heart skipped a bit. That cheeky grin had always been his undoing. He had to look away and distract himself with trying the cake, even if his stomach was a ball of nerves.

A silence fell upon them, and there was genuinely no sound around. The farm was isolated in a way that was both peaceful and nerve-wracking. Peter didn’t think he could take it and he couldn’t understand how Tony did.

“Very different from the penthouse in Manhattan, huh?” Sophia said knowingly, somehow reading his thoughts.

It didn’t surprise him. She’d always been able to do that.

“Very,” he admitted. “Do you visit often?”

Sophia nodded. “As much as I can, but it’s really not my scenery.”

Peter’s lips curved up without realising it. “No, it isn’t.”

“Dad’s getting tired of it too,” she commented, taking a sip of her wine. “So I think it’s only a matter of time he decides to move back to New York—or maybe somewhere in the middle, like LA.”

“LA?” Peter repeated, unable to hide his surprise. “I thought he never wanted to go back to LA after what happened with the Mandarin.”

“Well, it wouldn’t be the same location,” Sophia shrugged. “But New York’s too crowded. He’s always had more privacy in LA without sacrificing civilization like he’s done here.”

“Right,” he gulped down, trying not to show how the news was crushing him.

He didn’t like the idea of Tony going to live in LA—it was too far from New York. He already had a hard time with their current distance and it was only an hour away, even if he didn’t visit the farm much. It was the notion of it.

Sophia’s eyes were on him, clearly studying his reaction, but she didn’t say anything.

“He misses you, you know,” she told him after a while. “He would go back to New York right now if he knew you’d visit him there.”

He had to put down the cake. He felt like throwing up.

“It’s been—it’s been busy,” he said.

Sophia arched an eyebrow, evidently knowing that was bullshit because, no matter how busy the city could get, Peter would always make time to be with Tony before.

She opted not to address it directly; instead, she went for another kill:

“How’s May?” she asked. “Has she remembered you?”

Peter stiffened. “No.”

“She remembers Pepper and Happy,” she pointed out without mercy. “But I guess that’s because they actually go and visit her.”

She wasn’t intimidated by the glare she got from him. If anything, she grew bolder, because she crossed her arms and raised her eyebrows at him, daring him to contradict her.

The worst part was that he couldn’t, but he had never expected her to understand what he was doing.

“I think I should go,” he gritted out, without looking at her.

Sophia scoffed. “Should I give you my wedding invitation now? I wasn’t planning on handing them out until a few months but who knows when I’ll see you next?”

Peter winced. “Congratulations, by the way.”

She narrowed her eyes. “Will you even go?”

“Go where?”

“To my wedding.”

He stared at her. “Am I really invited?”

“Of course you are!” Sophia exclaimed angrily. “You might be capable of ignoring everyone who’s ever cared about you, but I’m not!”

“I don’t ignore them,” Peter snapped, unable to keep up the façade. “That’s not what I do. I will always be there for everyone if they need me.”

“Oh, really? Then where have you been these past two years?”

“I’ve been protecting you!”

“Protecting us?” she laughed bitterly. “Is that what you call staying away from everyone you love?”

“YES!” Peter exploded, glowering at her. “Yes, that’s exactly what I call it!”

Sophia shook her head. “That’s bullshit, Peter, and you know it.”

“I don’t expect you to understand it, Sophia,” he bit back. “But it’s the right thing to do.”

“The right thing to do? Is that what you tell yourself to quiet down the guilt?” she snorted. “Does it ever work?”

Peter scowled. “It works when I look at you and see you all safe.”

“And you think we’re safe because you’re staying away from us?” Sophia laughed incredulously. “I can’t believe someone as smart as you believes something so stupid.”

He reacted as if she’d punched him, but she didn’t cower. Sophia took two steps until she was on his face and gave him her worst scowl.

“We’re safe because we take care of ourselves. We’re safe because we take care of each other,” she hissed. “Not because Spider-Man’s enemies don’t consider us a target… get that stupid idea out of your head before you end up alone!”

“I’d rather end up alone than attend your funeral, Sophia!”

“I am Iron Man’s daughter!” she shrieked, shoving him angrily, even if it was useless; he didn’t move an inch. “I was a target before that spider even bit you!”

“And I won’t make you an even bigger one!”

Sophia rolled her eyes. “This isn’t even about me, Peter. I gave up on you a long time ago.”

That struck him harder than anything she’d ever said, and even breathing became a painful thing to do. He stilled and stared at her, his blood and bones becoming ice cold.

“I’m telling you this because you’re hurting people—my father, your aunt, Ned. When are you going to stop pushing them away?”

“My aunt almost died!” he cried out. “She almost died because of me!”

“It was an accident, Peter!”

“An accident I should have been able to stop!”

Sophia shook her head, and the disappointment was so palpable that it cut him open.

“It’s evident you’re determined to crucify yourself. I can’t help you if you won’t help yourself.”

She didn’t even look at him again before she went back inside the farm house, leaving Peter alone and in the cold.

*

two.

[themculibrary]

Completed AO3 Fics Masterlist 2

Links Last Checked: April 13th, 2024

part one

1796 broadway (ao3) - rainproof, teaberryblue steve/tony, bruce/natasha M, 460k

Summary: Captain America respectfully requests that all complaints be addressed to him in writing. On paper, the nice old-fashioned way, because the computer screen hurts his eyes.

Put your phone down, Tony.

A Parent Apparent (ao3) - happyaspie pepper/tony T, 528k

Summary: In which the author indulges herself in some shameless Irondad/Spiderson with fluff, angst and everything in between because she needs more of that in her life.

OR

Just another one of those, oh so overdone, fanfics where Tony and Peter's relationship grows into more of a father/son relationship after an accident involving Aunt May (who lives)

cascades. (ao3) - orange_crushed steve/bucky, peggy/gabe M, 152k

Summary: “Holy shit,” Howard says, crackling through the speakers. “You alive in there?” Lying is a sin, of course, but Steve’s not sure what else he can do. He’s already lied to the government and Bucky and God Almighty; and himself, himself most of all. He ought to tell the truth. That he’s not quite what they hoped for. That perhaps they should put him back into the ocean.

“Probably,” he says, instead, listening to Howard’s tinny laughter; and waits for the blast doors to unlock.

Children of the Old Moon(ao3) - old_blue stephen/sam M, 78k

Summary: After an encounter with a supernatural killer goes wrong, Stephen is pulled into another world. There, he meets a very familiar face...

Now he just needs to catch the murderer, save the multiverse, and find a way back home.

Curious Scars (ao3) - Amerna darcy/steve M, 95k

Summary: Darcy Lewis’ first solo mission as a SHIELD agent was supposed to be easy: Get to Germany, retrieve the data, get out. With Captain America as backup nothing bad could happen, right? But when Steve and Darcy wake up two weeks later in a hospital in Brazil with no recollection of what happened, SHIELD ready to arrest them for going AWOL, and married to each other, things start to get weird. They struggle to piece together what happened to them: Where did they go? What did they do? Why can they not remember anything? And why on earth would they get married to each other?

darkness will be rewritten (ao3) - princessironspider natasha/tony N/R, 104k

Summary: Peter is Tony’s biological child.

Natasha Romanoff has been married to Tony Stark secretly for years.

What would the movies be like if this were the case?

Everything She Didn't Know She Wanted (ao3) - bluecurls bucky/darcy/steve E, 137k

Summary: Knowing she had two soulmates comforted Darcy Lewis during the toughest moments of her life.

Then she met them.

Life On The Farm (ao3) - BeenAsleepFor70Years clint/laura, bruce/natasha, steve/bucky, jane/thor, pepper/tony, scott/hope G, 101k

Summary: Set after Civil War. Stories about Team Cap (minus Bucky) and friends hiding out on Clint's farm.

maybe we can’t be okay (but maybe we’ll try anyway) (ao3) - impravidus, notapartytrick steve/bucky, pepper/tony T, 68k

Summary: The Avengers thought it would be a simple mission. Kill the giant, sixty foot worm monsters, head home and maybe take an hour long shower to get the worm guts off. But when they come across a hidden town in the depths of the forest, the last thing they’re expecting to find is a secret underground base and a fourteen year old boy sticking to the ceiling.

The team finds themselves becoming a dysfunctional family to the teen while he learns how to find a life out of captivity.

Featuring dolphins, puzzles, and frosting art.

On the Streets Where You Live (ao3) - secretkeeper karl/stephen M, 276k

Summary: When single parents Karl Mordo and Stephen Strange meet while bringing their children to school, a tentative bond is formed between the men and their children. But as time goes on, Karl's past as well as Stephen's secrets will challenge their families and their relationship in ways that neither imagined possible.

peter's stars (ao3) - IronPengu, parkrstark steve/tony T, 175k

Summary: Steve and Peter lose their apartment and are kicked out on the streets. Steve has to juggle between jobs to earn whatever money he can, take care of his son while resfusing to let him realize how much they're trouble in, and keep them warm and safe on the city streets in winter.

So, he really doesn't have time to date the billionaire that flirts with him everyday as he buys his cup of coffee. Even if he did, he can't let himself fall for the man. Because if he knew that he lived from a backpack and showered in a public bathroom there's no way he'd still want him...right?

pirate’s heart (ao3) - NotEvenCloseToStraight bucky/steve/tony E, 267k

Summary: The 1700s, the Golden Age of Piracy, and Captain Steve Rogers has all he wants: a ship, a loyal crew, Bucky at his side, and the horizon offering a new adventure everyday. But an impulsive kiss gone wrong leads to a marriage between Steve and Tony Stark, and now Steve doesn’t know what to do about ANYTHING. Steve loves Bucky, but something about Tony draws him in. Tony is too innocent for this life, but he picks up a sword anyway. Bucky is Steve’s, but when he offers his hand to Tony and now the three of them are something new. When the truth about Steve’s mission to ruin the Stark name comes out, Tony runs away, leaving Steve and Bucky behind in search of answers to the secrets hidden from him his whole life– about his company, about Uncle Obie, about his parents death.

Steve and Bucky cant abandon their mission against Stane and Tony cant deal with the answers he finds in New York. Is this the end? Is Tony gone forever? Or will he leave his old life and return to the sea and the Pirates that hold his heart?

rock me gently (ao3) - enigma731, invisibledaemon gamora/peter M, 479k

Summary: “She is our–She is Gamora,” Nebula says. “There is only one Gamora and I know her better than any of you do.” She pauses and glares at Peter, clearly challenging him to protest that. For once, he doesn’t dare. “This Gamora has jumped forward in time nine years, but she is the same person at her core. Just as you are the same despite not having experienced the last five years I did. We are all just–out of sync at the moment.”

show me what i’m looking for (ao3) - JamieB93 mj/peter, pepper/tony M, 381k

Summary: Peter Parker has spent the last year struggling to believe he has finally found a place he belongs. He has come a long way and whilst there is still a way to go, Peter begins to blossom and open himself up to the world. Which brings with it all the usual teenage dramas.

A touch damaged and more than a little rough around the edges, Peter is very often his own worst enemy. Still plagued by the scars of a traumatic past and newer challenges - it seems Peter’s happy ending might not be so easily in reach.

Steve Rogers Is A Child (ao3) - LagLemon steve/tony, clint/phil M, 290k

Summary: Tony gets into fights with Steve all the time and it's driving him insane. Sure, he's not the nicest guy in the world, but all he did was steal a little of the guy's sesame seed bagel - he didn't deserve to get yelled at for something stupid like that.

After drowning his sorrows in hot chocolate and complaining to Pepper about what happened, Tony gets a phone call from Natasha telling him to hurry back home. Something's happened - Steve has been attacked and he's not quite the same man he once was - he's been turned into a child.

With Steve out of commission, the team struggles with what to do and Tony finds himself filling roles he had never expected: babysitter and friend.

The Contract (ao3) - Laily loki/stephen M, 60k

Summary: An awkward dinner party brings Doctor Stephen Strange and Loki of Asgard together; though ill-at-ease, still they seek the company of each other, being the odd ones out. One wakes up somewhat rested, the other in the worst pain of his life.

Thor is not a happy camper.

The Puzzle that is Peter Parker (ao3) - Neuropsyche pepper/tony T, 279k

Summary: Peter is reeling from the after-effects of the spider bite and seeks out Tony Stark. If anyone can teach him how to be a superhero, it's Ironman, right? Tony isn't impressed at being stalked by an eight year old

Time After Time (ao3) - fancylances tony/stephen T, 47k

Summary: Tony Stark is unstuck in time. Stephen Strange might just be the only person in the universe qualified enough to help.

Two-Point Perspective (ao3) - FestiveFerret steve/tony E, 109k

Summary: Dear omega,

Congratulations! You've been selected. Alpha #95847872 has been assigned as your pre-bondee. A group bonding ceremony will take place on the 14th, unless other arrangements have been made by your alpha or their family. A valid bonding license must be submitted to Omega Services within 45 days of this letter or all services will be cancelled and any transferable benefits will not be applied to your alpha's package.

If there is some reason why you cannot be bonded on this date, please apply for an extension by calling 1-800-555-6827 within 7 days of receiving this letter.

Sincerely, National Omega Services

We'll Haunt This Place (The Two of Us) (ao3) - ElloPoppet clint/steve, sam/bucky E, 25k

Summary: Huh. Captain America showing up at his farm unannounced in the middle of a Tuesday afternoon with a suitcase. Somehow, not the strangest thing to ever happen to Clint. Not even the strangest way he had been woken from a nap, honestly.

[girljeremystrong]

25 favorite books of mine for @kerrycastellabate ❤️ 

1.       WE RIDE UPON STICKS by quan barry

about a girl’s high school field hockey team from salem, massachussetts which in 1989 is on a mega winning streak. might it be because the team members have pledged themselves to the dark forces in order to get to state? it’s so fun and the characters are all incredible.

2.       WE BEGIN AT THE END by chris whitaker

the plot isn’t easy to summarize but this is a thriller and a very very good one at that. it’s goto ne of the best characters ever: duchess “the outlaw”. there’s a murder and a murderer on the loose and old friends and sweet siblings and it’s truly a great book.

3.       THE INDEX OF SELF DESTRUCTIVE ACTS by christopher beha

this as close to succession as a book can get. Sam is a sport statician, he gets involved with a rich new york city family. this book is amazing, so much happens and all the characters are great.

4.       THE GIRL WITH THE LOUDING VOICE by abi daré

adunni is a fourteen-year-old nigerian girl who knows what she wants: an education. she’s determined to find her voice. incredible story and so sweet and uplifting and beautiful. i have gifted this book time and time again. i love it.

5.       THE ART OF FIELDING by chad harbach

about henry who gets recruited by mike to play baseball at college and they become very good pals while henry becomes better and better and mike understands his life less and less. great team antics great plot great characters not too much baseball.

6.       DOMINICANA by angie cruz

ana is a fifteen year old girl living in the dominican republic who dreams of moving to america. again this is a very sweet and powerful story. ana is an incredible character that i love so much.

7.       I KNOW WHY THE CAGED BIRD SINGS by maya angelou

a wonderful memoir about her childhood in a southern town. this is a classic and i love it. It’s joyful and sad and wonderful.

8.       NOTHING TO SEE HERE by kevin wilson

moving and uproarious novel about a woman who finds meaning in her life when she begins caring for two children with remarkable and disturbing abilities (they spontaneously combust when they get agitated). great and fun and very sweet.

9.       CONJURE WOMEN by afia atakora

a sweeping story that brings the world of the south before and after the civil war vividly to life. spanning eras and generations, it tells of the lives of three unforgettable women. “magnificently written, brilliantly researched, richly imagined.”

10.   A PRAYER FOR OWEN MEANY by john irving

eleven-year-old owen meany, playing in a Little League baseball game in gravesend, new hampshire, hits a foul ball and kills his best friend's mother. owen doesn't believe in accidents. wonderful story about friendship and destiny. i love this book.

11.   HOMEGOING by yaa gyasi

this book follows generation after generation of descendants of two half sisters born in different villages in 18th century ghana. they go on to having very different fates and so do their children and their children's children. it’s a modern classic! it’s perfect.

12.   BRIDESHEAD REVISITED by evelyn waugh

tells the story of charles ryder's infatuation with the marchmains and the rapidly-disappearing world of privilege they inhabit. enchanted first by sebastian, then by his doomed catholic family. it’s wonderful and wistful and beautifully written.

13.   BELOVED by toni morrison

sethe was born a slave and escaped, but eighteen years later she is still not free. she has borne the unthinkable and not gone mad, yet she is still held captive by memories of sweet home, the beautiful farm where so many hideous things happened. it’s perfect it won every big award because it’s incredible.

14.   ALL THE KING'S MEN by robert penn warren

tells the story of charismatic populist governor willie stark and his political machinations in the depression-era deep south. i don’t know but i love this book. it’s a classic and it’s written so well and the story is compelling and i keep recommending it.

15.   SALVAGE THE BONES by jesmyn ward

hurricane katrina is building over the gulf of mexico, threatening the coastal town of bois sauvage, mississippi, and esch's father is growing concerned. this all takes place across 12 days before, during and after hurricane katrina and it is a truly amazing book. a must read! a modern classic.

16.   EVERYWHERE YOU DON'T BELONG by gabriel bump

claude, a black boy from the south side of chicago whose parents both left when he was a child, so he was raised by his grandmother and her friend paul. love this book, its characters and the way it’s written, and especially its dialogues.

17.   THE PROPHETS by robert jones jr.

bout the forbidden union between two enslaved young men on a deep south plantation. isaiah was samuel’s and samuel was isaiah’s. very sad and very maddening, but beautiful.

18.   THE FUNNY THING ABOUT NORMAN FOREMAN by julietta henderson

when 12-year-old norman’s best friend jax dies, he decides the only fitting tribute is to perform at the edinburgh fringe festival as a comedian. his mum sadie will do anything to help him. ooh this is so sweet, it’s adorable and so fun and delightful!

19.   INFINITE COUNTRY by patricia engel

elena and mauro are teenagers when they meet, their blooming love an antidote to the mounting brutality of life in bogotá. once their first daughter is born, and facing grim economic prospects, they set their sights on the united states. beautiful story and very well written.

20.   THE SWEETNESS OF WATER by nathan harris

in the waning days of the civil war, brothers prentiss and landry—freed by the emancipation proclamation—seek refuge on the homestead of george walker and his wife, isabelle. the walkers, wracked by the loss of their only son to the war, hire the brothers. so unexpectedy gorgeous.

21.   BEAUTIFUL COUNTRY by quan julie wang

a beautiful memoir about an undocumented childhood. my favorite book of 2022. magnificent, perfect, sweet, sad, joyful. i love it with all myself.

22.   REAL LIFE by brandon taylor

almost everything about wallace is at odds with the midwestern university town. but over the course of a weekend, a series of confrontations with colleagues, and an unexpected encounter with a straight, white classmate, conspire to fracture his defenses. i love this. this author is so good at building up characters.

23.   MILK BLOOD HEAT by dantiel w. monitz

incredible collection of short stories. left me wanting more but at the same time they are perfectly crafted and beautiful.

24.   HOMELAND ELEGIES by ayad akhtar

truly incredible book, one of the best i’ve ever read. part family drama, part social essay, part picaresque adventure — at its heart, it is the story of a father, a son, and the country they both call home.

25.    THE LOVE SONGS OF W.E.B. DU BOIS  by honorée fanonne jeffers

this is the story of ailey and her ancestor’s journey in america through centuries, from the colonial slave trade to our days. we meet ailey when she is a child and watch her grow up, until the moment when, as a college graduate, she embarks on a journey to uncover her family’s past. a wonderful epic story spanning centuries. loved the character of ailey.

[catierambles]

too much tiktok and an overactive imagination

Elena Stark is the illegitimate child of Tony Stark and a woman he had fling with. She didn't ask Tony for money, try to blackmail him, or even demand that he be in Elena's life, leaving it completely up to him how involved or uninvolved he wanted to be in his daughter's life. For the first couple years, he didn't want anything to do with her, but then his parents died and it put a lot of things into perspective and he strove to be in her life as much as possible.

The apple doesn't fall far from the tree and Elena has a genius level intellect, excelling in mathematics and engineering just like her dear old dad, something they bonded over much to her mother's joy. When her mother dies of breast cancer, she goes to live with her dad in Malibu even though by this time she is grown and has a prominent position within Stark Industries in their R&D Department. After Tony joins The Avengers, she takes up residence in Avenger's Tower, working with her dad and Dr. Banner on projects to better Earth's defenses.

She gets along well with the other Avengers, becoming almost like a little sister to Steve Rogers and Thor, but has a semi-flirtatious relationship with Bucky. (yes, I took liberties with the team make-up, sue me)

curveball time

Tony gets a call from a professional contemporary and Elena is sent on loan to Wayne Enterprises to work on one of their clean energy projects. She's gone for months, but does eventually return much to everyone's excitement. She's not back long before a reporter shows up at Avenger's Tower.

"Did you schedule an interview, kid?"

"Sure didn't. Tell them to get lost, Jarvis."

"Yes, Miss Elena."

"Wait...what's their name?"

"Clark Kent, ma'am."

"!!!!"

Tony watches through one of the security cameras as Elena races down to the entrance hall, running into the man's arms and embracing him happily. He quickly realizes that this is not just a friend as he watches his daughter kiss this man, holding onto him tightly. She then pulls him up the tower to meet everyone. He's quiet, courteous, and polite and gentlemanly almost to a fault. Tony, being a dad, has Jarvis dig up everything there is to know about him, not that there's much to find, but Tony has a digging feeling that Clark is hiding something and he'll be damned if he lets this farm boy from Kansas hurt his little girl.

Clark ingratiates himself to the other Avengers, quickly establishing that he's in town for as long as Elena wants him to be.

Since returning from Gotham, Elena is plagued by nightmares that has her avoiding sleep for sometimes days a time, much to everyone's worries. She doesn't want to talk about what happens in the nightmares and all Wanda sees and hears when she goes poking at Tony's asking is a strange machine and Elena screaming in pain, Clark's voice calling out to her in panic before it all goes dark.

Elena flat out refuses to talk about it and Clark refuses also, saying that it's not his place and he will not go against Elena's wishes to keep it private. The rest of the Avengers are concerned as well, but they can't force Elena and Clark to talk about what happened and Bruce Wayne isn't saying anything either when Tony calls him for answers.

[ao3feed-stevebucky]

Paradise By The Dashboard Light

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/b5XNl3K

by SmolderingFlame

Steve Rogers has been avoiding going back to his small town ever since he managed to escape years ago to work as a graphic designer for Stark Industries. But, when he gets a call about George Barnes passing away he is forced to return and come face to face with small town life, small town drama, and his small town ex-flame, Bucky Barnes.

Somehow this wasn't the homecoming he had imagined.

Words: 3911, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Captain America (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe, Captain America - All Media Types

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Winifred Barnes, Rebecca Barnes Proctor, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Tony Stark, Brock Rumlow, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Wanda Maximoff, Clint Barton, Jack Rollins, Peter Parker, Howard Stark

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - No Powers, Enemies to Lovers, Reunions, Small Towns, Implied/Referenced Domestic Violence, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Cheating, Messy AF Bucky Barnes, Post-Serum Steve Rogers, Minor Character Death, Bearded Steve Rogers, Past Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers, Sassy Bucky Barnes, some Steve/Tony - Freeform, some brock/bucky, Artist Steve Rogers, Steve Rogers Feels, Slutty Bucky Barnes, Bucky Barnes Needs a Hug, Class Differences, Top Steve Rogers, Bottom Bucky Barnes, Crossdressing, Feminization, Trailer Park Queen Bucky Barnes, Alternate Universe - Farm/Ranch, Omega Verse, Alpha/Omega, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Bucky Barnes, Alpha Steve Rogers, Omega Tony Stark, Comedy, Romance, Drama

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[theearlymorningmist]

Domestic Fluff #10: Camping

TONY STARK X READER

Summary: one-shot series of domestic fluff, can read separately or together.

Word count: 2.5K

A/N-  I almost want to turn this into a series, with all the Avengers.  

MASTERLIST HERE

If you knew one thing about Tony Stark, it was that he loved technology. Not just his suits, but any kind of tech. If it could be tinkered, Tony was tinkering with it. You found this to be an amusing trait, but its endearment hit its limit when you noticed that Tony’s tinkering had morphed from work/hobby to obsession.

You finally couldn’t stand by and watch Tony slowly transform your shared living space into a robot’s wet dream after sleepily picking up your toothbrush only to find it had been replaced with a shiny new toothbrush made of nano-tech.

“STARK!” You called from the washroom.

“(Y/N)?” A confused, and sheepish Tony called back. He knew that tone in your voice. It meant run.

You stepped into the bedroom to look at the suspect in question, who was rubbing the back of his head with a proud little smirk on his face. “Did you seriously replace my toothbrush with some nano-version?” You asked, still in disbelief.

“I improved it!” Tony argued, with an not-so-apologetic shrug.

“But I liked that toothbrush. I’d even go as far as ‘loved that toothbrush’!” You huffed.

Tony bit his lip for a moment, trying to think of a way to make it up to you. “What if I tinkered around and made it play your favourite song? Then it would be better than your old one, hm?” He asked, excitedly.

You gave the man a dead-pan look, trying not to snap and laugh at the same time. “Tony…sweetie… If I wanted a singing toothbrush I could have bought one at the pharmacy.” You explained.

Tony’s expression fell. “Someone beat me to toothbrushes with songs? Damn.”

“Yeah, like 10 years ago, Tony. Tooth-Tunes, look it up.” You explained, stifling a grin. Dammit why did the man have to be so cute when you were supposed to be mad at him.

The beautiful idiot let out a soft sigh, and then moved on. He slowly wrapped his arms around you, smiling sweetly. “Maybe I can make it up to you, hm? What do you say (Y/N)? We can test out some of the other tech I’ve been working on…”

“I don’t want to test the next SI product Tony I’m---“ You began, but you were silenced by Tony’s lips on yours. “This is more of a….private experiment…” He winked, suggestively.

“Oh. Ohhh…. Well I—wait no! I’m mad!” You caught yourself, pulling away from the man and standing with your arms akimbo. “This has gone too far! I bet you couldn’t go two days without using any technology!”

Instead of arguing, Tony’s eyes lit up. You had, so it seemed, said the magic words. Tony Stark was never one to step down from a challenge. “Is that so?” The man purred, excitedly. “What do I get if I win this proposed challenge?”

You narrowed your eyes. “IF you can go for 2 days without using any technology… I won’t bother you about your obsessive tinkering anymore.” You stipulated.

Tony smiled to himself, glancing down and taking a step closer to you. “That’s nice and all but how about…” He leaned in and whispered something that if said aloud would have been censored by the author.

You giggled, despite yourself. “That sounds…agreeable.” You smiled briefly, but then resumed your seriousness. “But! If you lose, you must dedicate one day a week to being tinker-free. And you will spend that time with your loved ones. Do we have a deal?” You asked, holding out your hand.

Tony eyed you for a moment, thinking it over, before finally clasping your hand. “Deal. But you have to purge all things techy too.” He said, resolutely.

“Fine, it’s only fair I suppose.” You agreed.

“So, I guess I should start shutting down JARVIS for the next 48 hours, and—“

“—Oh no no no.” You interrupted, with a smirk. “You don’t get to spend 48 hours in your nice accommodating home. I know juust where this bet will be taking place.” You explained, knowingly.

A few hours later, you were turning off a bumpy off the ‘off the beaten path’ kind of road into a clearing between some trees. You turned off the engine, and glanced at your watch. “Okay, checking this watch to set a timer for 48 hours will be both of our last interactions with any kind of technology. Any last words?” You asked Tony, with a teasing smirk.

“You have to deal with Dum-E and his abandonment issues when we get home.” The man huffed.

“Duly noted.” You nodded, pressing the button, and then putting the watch away.

The two of you got out the car and began exploring the camp site. Tony kicked a branch, hands shoved in his pockets petulantly. “This’ll be a piece of cake.” He announced.

“Great. Then how about you go collect and cut up some fire wood? And I’ll start building the tent.” You challenged.

Tony narrowed his eyes. “Sounds good to me. Oh and uh, at the store I switched out the pop-up tent for one with the good old pegs and wires.” The man added, a self-satisfied grin on his face. “Couldn’t have it too easy now could we?” He hummed, trying to get a rise out of you.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” You replied, through pursed lips.

While you struggled with the tent, Tony went off somewhere to look for usable kindling for the fire. Tony, as it seemed, had chosen the world’s most complicated tent. You looked at the instructions for what felt like the millionth time before letting out a frustrated groan and kicking some dirt.

“That doesn’t make any sense!!” You shouted into the void.

“Having trouble are we?” Tony’s voice came from behind you, startling you. You whipped around, attempting to compose yourself.

“No! No…of course not. I’m just you know…mad that life doesn’t make sense…in general. You know…wacky world we live in…injustices…and all that…” You cleared your throat, awkwardly. Now that you were looking at the man, you noticed that he had scrapes along his arms and a small cut on his forehead.

“What happened to you? Get in a fist fight with a tree?” You asked, amused.

“Something like that…” Tony muttered, dumping the wood by the fire pit. “So just out of curiosity, we don’t have to hunt down our dinner do we?” Tony asked. “Because I don’t know how I’d feel about BBQ Bugs Bunny.”

You made a face of horror. “Of course not. Bugs is safe. And so is Bambi’s mom for the record.” You nodded over to a cooler. “There’s your dinner. Premium hot dogs and smores.”

“At least tell me you brought coffee?” The man asked, desperation in his voice.

“There’s a kettle and some instant coffee. But you’d need to build the fire for that and we should do that later.” You grinned, enjoying the mans suffering a little too much.

“I’m going for a walk.” Tony finally said, heading out into the trees while muttering “Instant coffee…instant coffee…my taste buds will never forgive me… This is a hellscape…”

“What was that darling?” You called.

“Nothing! Love you (Y/N).” Tony called back, and then disappeared in the woods.

While the man was gone, you finished setting up the tent and even blew up the air mattress inside. But because of the no technology rule, you couldn’t use the cars battery for the pump. Instead, you had to blow it up using your own breath.

“I think I have asthma now.” You wheezed, plopping down into a lawn chair. Tony sat down next to you, seemingly appearing from no where.

“That’s great, honey.” He mumbled, sinking down into the chair. “Did you happen to pack any alcohol for this wilderness excursion? A boy scout must always be prepared, you know.”

“In fact, I did!” You chimed, grabbing two bottles of beer from the cooler. You handed one to Tony and he looked about the same way someone looks when you hand them a cup of worms. A mixture of disgusted, offended, and confused.

“(Y/N), sweetie. I meant real alcohol.”

You shrugged and cracked open your beer taking a long sip. “Sorry.” You said, trying to hide a smirk. Tony sighed, and submitted to his fate.

A little while later, you were both hungry, so Tony started getting things ready for the fire. “Do you need the fire starter, or do you think you can get that thing going on your own?” You asked, handing the man a pack of matches.

“I don’t need that. Or those. I can start a fire the old fashioned way.” Tony declared. “It’s basic mechanics.”

Ten minutes later you returned to Tony desperately rubbing two sticks together and angrily muttering to himself. “I’m Tony fucking Stark. I can start a stupid little fire! I will start a stupid little fire even if it kills me!” He grunted, finally getting enough friction to start the fire. “I did it! Look whose surviving without technology now, huh (Y/N)?!” Tony grinned, satisfied.

“Still a long way to go. We’ll see who comes out on top.” You countered, getting the food ready to cook.

“Yep. And then whoever comes out on top….will decide who comes out on top.” Tony smirked.

“You’re disgusting.” You laughed, tossing a prong at Tony and then handing him the bag of hot dogs.

The two of you ate, and played with the fire, forgetting all about the bet for the moment and just enjoying the time away together. No jobs or teams distracting you, or interrupting.

As the night grew darker and colder, you found yourself cuddled in Tony’s lap. The only source of light was the soft orange glow of the fire. You put a marshmallow on the end of the metal prong and handed it to Tony to cook. The man immediately shoved the marshmallow into the top of the flames, and you rolled your eyes, confiscating the prong from him.

“Of course you don’t know how to roast a marshmallow properly.” You sighed in amusement. “Let me show you how its done.” You reached forward, putting the fluffy treat underneath the logs, where the embers of the fire were glowing.

“If you put them up in the flames, they’ll cook faster but it’ll burn and it’ll just melt the outside. If you put it down in the embers, it gets golden and perfectly gooey all the way through.” You explained.

But when you looked back at Tony, he wasn’t watching the marshmallow, he was watching your face and how the soft fire light made it glow. Before you could say anything, the man kissed you softly, pulling you closer as he slowly deepened the kiss.

After a few moments you pulled away slightly. “The marshmallows ganna burn…” You mumbled, kissing the man again.

“Let it.” Tony breathed, tossing the prong aside and picking you up. He carried you into the tent, lips never parting. You briefly wondered how he made it to tent in the dark without tripping, but you ceased thinking about anything else except Tony very quickly…

The next morning you woke up the sound of birds instead of a blaring alarm clock, and it was one of the most serene things you’d ever experienced. You stretched and slowly made your way out of the tent.

“Morning sleeping beauty.” Tony greeted, in a chipper voice.

You rubbed the sleep from your eyes, and opened them to see Tony stood there- fully dressed, axe in one hand, coffee mug in the other, smiling happily.

“I’ve been up since dawn. There’s some coffee left for you. Cereal is on top of the cooler. I was just about to head out and get some more firewood for tonight.”

You blinked, slowly taking in the mans words. “O…K…” You nodded, still out of it.

“See you later, honey.” He smiled, pressing a kiss to your cheek before heading out in the woods, purposefully.

Oh no… You thought. You were so sure this bet was in the bag, that you hadn’t accounted for the fact that underneath all the tech and pageantry, Tony Stark really was a domestic little thing. He’d talked about getting a farm like Barton’s later on, but you thought he was surely joking. But seeing Tony pull a full Joe Lumberjack was eye opening...

You let Tony choose the activities for the rest of the day, seeing as his entire mood about being tech free seemed to change in an instant. He seemed happy, and more carefree than you had seen him in ages. The man took you for a hike through the woods. You went for a quick swim the lake. And on the way back to the campsite the two of you even saw a deer grazing peacefully.

When you got back to camp, it was late in the afternoon, and you decided that you had better start working on blowing up the air mattress again or you’d forget and end up sleeping on the ground. You emerged from the tent about 20 minutes later, breathless again.

“I think we poked a hole in that thing last ni—“ You cut yourself off when you saw that Tony was dead asleep in a hammock he had made, a peaceful expression on his face.

The sight almost made you tear up. You knew firsthand how difficult it was for Tony to get to sleep, let alone to get restful sleep. And there was the man you loved, looking so incredibly relaxed and happy, you couldn’t just let the moment disappear.

Quietly you snuck over to the car and grabbed your phone. You crept back over to the hammock, and ever so carefully took a picture to remember the moment. You smiled to yourself as you looked down at the image, already thinking about where you could hang it up back home.

“You lose.”

You jumped about a foot in the air. “What?” You questioned, holding your chest to keep your heart inside.

“You lose.” Tony repeated, with a grin. “Or is that not a cellular device in your hands?”

You opened your mouth to argue, but instead you just smiled, putting the device away. “Yeah. I lost.” You conceded, climbing into the hammock with the man. He immediately wrapped his arms around you, and the two of you settled down comfortably.

“You know, I think we should stay a little longer.” You suggested.

“Really?” Tony questioned, nuzzling his face into your neck. “How much longer?”

You closed your eyes, sighing contently.

“Forever.”

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[fromasgardandback]

Tree Farm

Tony S. x Reader

christmas | masterlist | oneshots

You were excited about Christmas. Every year you got the Christmas spirit before the first leaves of autumn fell. It brought back happy memories for you, that’s why when the season came, you practically dragged Tony with you to the Tree Farm.

Living between the compound in Upstate New York and the Tower in Manhattan had its challenges. Whereat the Tower, there were fake trees. Not many of you stayed there while it was colder, it was much more beautiful in the country. Therefore, no one would remember to take care of the trees. Knowing the rest of the family, someone would forget to water it, and then the Tower would be in flames. Almost happened one year when the men were in charge of Thanksgiving dinner. Let’s just say, it was a grilled cheese and chips kind of night. 

Standing on the lawn waiting for Tony to pull the car around you laughed hysterically once you saw him.

“Baby. There is no way you Audi is going to be able to handle the tree.” 

“We’re not getting a tree. We’re going to a farm to look at them and have fun with festivities.” Tony looked at you confused.

“Babe. A tree farm is to go and get a tree. That tree will be coming home with us and put in the main common room to be decorated and cared for by the entire family. We talked about this.” You sighed, slightly annoyed.

“I never said we were getting a real tree. Do you know how much of a mess they make? Let alone the care needed for it?” You took his keys from his hand.

“We’re getting a tree Mr. Stark or you’re not getting your holiday present I promised I’d give you after you finished tinkering in your lab. Or did you already forget?” A coy smile laid across your face. His eyes lit up, remembering that type of promise.

“Yeah, we’re getting the truck. A big ass tree is going to come home so I can get my present. Mhm, let’s go.” He dragged your hand towards the car as you laughed, smiling that you won.

Driving onto the property that took less than half an hour to get to was as if you drove straight into a Christmas movie. There were lights and rows of trees lightly dusted with snow from the morning. It was a gorgeous sight and not to mention the eagerness from your boyfriend made it all come together. Tony calmed down once he got coffee in his system. He gently took your hand and walked through the tree farm with you. At either of the rows were workers to come help chop and carry to the car. 

“Do you like this one?” Tony asked kissing your cheek. It was a seven-foot tree standing before you.

“This should fit. Seven feet plus the tree topper should be able to fit. I really like this one.” Your smile beamed through your eyes. Tony wouldn’t admit it, but he loved watching you be this happy. It was a genuine pleasure he wished to have you keep twenty-four seven. 

After placing the tree on the bed of the truck, making sure it was secure, you both headed through the barn to shop. After a few minutes of looking at ornaments, Tony dragged you to a back part of the farm where no one was. Gently pushing you against the wood building, he cupped your face sweetly. 

“I love you, baby girl.” He smiled genuinely.

“I love you more, tin man.” You leaned up and kissed him. 

Not even five minutes later, you were caught and asked to leave. According to Tony, “making out was a part of life and the children can just look away”. You wouldn’t change this day for the world.

[intcthatgoodnight-a2]

WWDITS PROMPTS // accepting

@tossedcoin​:  what kind of goat sorcery is this?

          The billionaire turned around, his arms full of a baby goat,  with the mother goat currently trying to eat his pants.   “They’re goats.”   he replied,  as if it wasn’t completely obvious.  He set the kid down,  shooed the older goat away from his pants,  and walked over to the edge of the fence where Lydia stood on the other side.   “I thought Gerald and Gina might be getting lonely.  I don’t imagine the chickens are great company.  So I thought…goats!”   He lifted his arms and motioned around him.  Tony had spent weeks preparing,  building the fenced in area,  getting all the supplies needed,  reading up on goats  –  all things he had done back when he first got the alpacas.  At the time he was sure Pepper thought it was a phase he would soon tired of,  to be honestly he kind of thought so as well,  but he enjoyed spending time taking care of the animals.  Plus Morgan adored them.

[braveclementine]

Chapter 33

Warnings: Mentions of torture, angst

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own my OC: Elizabeth Y/L/N (created so you don't get Y/N and Y/S/N consistently mixed up. I do not condone any copying of this.

TONY WAS HAVING A BLAST WITH THE HONEYMOON. He had only seen Elizabeth look happy on the farm. He knew she'd had a miserable time at the tower and he felt a very hard guilt that he was the one to blame for her being taken that night. He hadn't kept an eye on either girl to be fair, but he still felt as though it was his fault. He'd chosen the club, he'd gotten drunk, and he'd failed in keeping his soulmate safe.

But here, in the Bahamas, it felt like a different world. He wasn't huge on swimming, but he liked sitting on the beach, watching as Elizabeth splashed in the water, a huge grin on her face as Sam, Hogun, and Stephen chased her around.

Loki was not big on the water either, preferring to stay out of the water unless Elizabeth asked. And of course, being the considerate person she was, she very rarely asked him to join them in the water.

He watched now as Stephen tackled her into the waves and the both of them rose out of the water, laughing. A smile rose to his lips, watching both of the loves of his life laughing with each other.

He'd been worried at first, that even though she was willing to work with him and see where their relationship went, that she would not agree to do it with Stephen. But of course, that wasn't the type of person that she was. And he was glad that things had worked out so well between all of them.

Well, most of all of them, he corrected himself, glancing as Elizabeth broke free from Stephen and hid behind Sam.

He knew why Steve was avoiding Elizabeth- or at least suspected he knew. Actually, there seemed to be several reasons, starting with the fact that Elizabeth- according to Steve- looked something like Peggy. Personally, Tony couldn't see the resemblance. Elizabeth had longer, lighter hair. Not to mention she looked younger, didn't wear as much makeup, and actually looked beautiful.

But then again, he'd never been attracted to Peggy, and Steve had.

And then there was Clint who had mentioned that Y/N had had nightmares. Tony hadn't taken much stock into it when Clint explained Y/N had nightmares about Elizabeth killing her. Tony had nightmares all the time. In fact, nightmares were nothing new with the Avengers.

But Steve seemed to take them as a sign that Y/N must have some sort of trauma with Elizabeth to have those nightmares.

Tony was sure the nightmares originated from somewhere, but he couldn't imagine Elizabeth hurting Y/N or Y/N hurting Elizabeth. They were sisters and they didn't always get along, but for the most part they did. They weren't Loki and Thor at any rate.

But Tony supposed Steve thought he was doing something smart. Not engaging with Elizabeth to keep Y/N safe or something like that. Personally, he thought it was nonsense.

He caught Elizabeth's eye and she smiled warmly at him, before being knocked into the water once more by Hogun.

"Fucking dumbasses are going to hurt her if they keep pushing her in the water." Loki seethed quietly next to him.

Tony smirked, "Then why don't you get in the water and do something about it reindeer games?"

Loki glared at him.

Tony's phone buzzed in his pocket and he felt apprehension weigh heavily in his heart. He'd ordered F.R.I.D.A.Y. very deliberately that he was not to get any calls or reports or anything unless it was an emergency of the highest degree.

Which meant, as his phone was ringing, either triple spy had hacked his phone and was annoying him. . . or there was a high degree emergency.

He stood up from his lawn chair, walking back towards the villa to first get away from everyone, and second to hear better.

He answered the call as he opened the door. "Stark speaking."

"Tony I have bad news." Steve's voice was grave through the phone.

"Yeah, I knew that because F.R.I.D.A.Y. let the call come through." Tony grumbled, "What sort of emergency are we talking? Code Green? HYDRA? Thor running out of poptarts-"

"TYPHON." Steve interrupted. "They've taken Y/N."

ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚.˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ

"WE HAVE TO GO BACK THEN." ELIZABETH said as Tony called them all back into the house. She tossed the towel that was wrapped around her shoulders to head upstairs but Tony grabbed her hand quickly.

"It's alright. Stephen's going to portal me back. I'm going to help track your sister down, and then after I find her, I'll be right back." Tony said.

Elizabeth shook her head, "I can't stay here and do nothing while my sister is in danger. I have to help find her!" She turned to look at Stephen, "Can't you portal to where she's being held?"

"Only if I knew what the room that she was being held in looked like." Stephen sighed. "Or perhaps the building and we could portal outside of it. But we don't, so we can't."

Elizabeth was silent for a moment, wracking her brain. She knew how much pain there was at that building. She flinched for a moment and Stephen pulled her into a hug to soothe her. She relaxed into it, but her mind kept racing.

"But I remember what it looks like." Elizabeth murmured. "Please, let us go back to the Tower? I want to help. Please?"

Tony sighed, "Fine. Everyone pack, we're leaving in thirty minutes."

There was a rush to pack everything. Hogun and her had stayed together every single night with the others joining them most nights.

"It's going to be okay." Hogun murmured as they shoved clothes unceremoniously into their bags. "I know that you were tortured there, but they might not do that to Y/N. Remember, the original reason they took you was to get to Steve. If anything, that's what they're doing now."

Elizabeth nodded her head. It logically made sense, but she wasn't sure anymore. TYPHON also wanted to buy her farm and now they were going after her sister? After they'd already gone after her?

Her hands were shaking so badly she couldn't even zip the bag closed. Hogun came over, zipping it for her, and then pulling her into his arms.

"Elizabeth, I know you're frightened. I know you're worried and anxious. But we can't do anything if you're to frazzled to concentrate. I need you to relax for me."

Elizabeth closed her eyes, resting her forehead on his. She matched her breathing with his and let his warmth surround her so that she calmed down a little. "Okay." She whispered.

Hogun kissed her. "Come on. Let's go and save your sister."

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ELIZABETH WAS CLEARLY PLANNING something, of that much Stephen was clear on. He could almost see the gears turning in her head, the way her eyes darted between him and some of the other people in the room. Of what she was planning, he had no idea. It was obviously something that had to do with saving her sister, but he didn't know how she planned on doing it.

His plan was to stick close to her, to make sure she didn't do anything stupid. When they arrived back at the Avengers Tower, portaling straight into the living room where everyone was already working to find Y/N, Elizabeth simply went into the corner of the room to make a phone call.

Then she sat, leaning over Tony's shoulder as he worked with F.R.I.D.A.Y. to attempt and locate Y/N.

"When did you find out she was missing?" Elizabeth asked Clint.

"Around five thirty in the morning today." Clint answered her and Stephen listened in. "She was with Steve and James last night and Steve always wakes up early go on a run. He looked for her before he went out and then he realized F.R.I.D.A.Y. was compromised. That's why we couldn't get through to Tony until Natasha hacked F.R.I.D.A.Y- with some help from Bruce and Maria- and then we got to you guys."

Elizabeth nodded, checking her phone. "I think I know where she might be."

"Where?" Clint asked.

"Well, I think they took her to the same place where they took me. I was hoping Wanda would be here right away so that she could see the place they kept me in my head, turn the image over to Stephen, and then Stephen could portal there."

Stephen thought the idea was brilliant- except that Wanda wasn't there. Her and Vision had taken their own vacation and were hurrying back as soon as possible. But it still might be another day.

"Brilliant." Clint sighed.

"So I came up with a backup plan." Elizabeth admitted, "But I had to contact someone else."

"Who?" Clint asked, glancing up at her.

In answer, Stephen turned when he heard a portal opening. Which was strange, because he hadn't asked for any magicians help.

Wong stepped out, nodding to him, but approaching Elizabeth. Stephen watched as he handed her a sling ring. "Think you got it?"

"It's my sister, of course I can." Elizabeth replied.

Wong nodded and the two of them headed towards the corner. Clint followed after them. Stephen excused himself from where he had been standing between Phil and Rhodey and went to follow them.

"What are you doing Elizabeth?" Stephen asked and Wong waved a hand at him.

Elizabeth had her eyes closed and they all watched as she opened up a portal. It showed an abandoned office inside, from a view that showed the portal had opened up in the wall.

Stephen gaped. He had no idea that she could tap into magic and looked to Wong for answers. Wong glanced at him, and mouthed 'later'.

"Perfect." Stephen murmured.

Elizabeth went to step through and he grabbed her shoulder. "Absolutely not. Let me take care of this. Clint?"

"Stephen, this is my sister." Elizabeth said forcefully. "I have-"

Her words cut off as they watched the door open and Elizabeth took a step back upon seeing the man. Y/N followed and neither of them noticed the portal that was open.

"I want to know why my mother sold out my sister!" Y/N was demanding, standing behind the chair.

Elizabeth stumbled backwards, the portal nearly closing up.

The man behind the desk sighed, "Your mother is one of our members. It's not uncommon. We have several million people in our group. She wanted you to be the one to survive the super power transfusion. Your sister was simply the guinea pig. And she survived, which means that you can survive."

"You mean I can become like my sister?" Y/N asked. "I can have super powers?"

"Of course."

"NO!" Elizabeth shrieked. "Y/N No!"

Y/N and the man both looked at the portal in shock. The others who hadn't even realized Elizabeth had opened a portal, looked over now. Steve picked up his shield immediately.

"Elizabeth! Stephen!" Y/N gaped in shock and the man suddenly pulled out a gun.

Stephen lunged the minute Elizabeth leapt into the portal, but missed, and the portal closed up behind her.

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"ELIZABETH, WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE? How did you find me?" You asked in shock, looking at your sister who had just landed in the room. She was wearing a ring similar to Stephen's on her fingers and glared at the man behind the desk.

He lowered his gun half an inch. "Miss Y/L/N, lovely to see you again."

"I don't think I can say the same." Elizabeth spat, straightening up. "Why'd you go after my sister?"

"It was necessary for our line of work. Your mother is very high up in TYPHONs ranks, actually. Y/N was always going to be the first superhero ever created. Well, the first superhero that was created and shown to the world that we take what we do here seriously. That's we're truthful in our statement."

"So I was a guinea pig. You had no idea if it was going to work or not?" Elizabeth spat.

"Well, you had nothing to lose, did you? No soulmates that loved you, no family that loved you. You were all alone."

You shot a look at the man. "That's not true! She had Hogun and me!"

"Did she?" The man started to grin. "Curious."

"Why?" Elizabeth asked now, "Why'd my mom suggest me? WHY!"

"Because she said the two of you were so similar, that the tests should work the same, blood wise. And secondly, because if the test didn't work, she'd lose the daughter she hated the most."

"Shut up." You snapped. Elizabeth blinked rapidly, making tears go away.

"Now, if you don't mind." The man pointed his gun level with Elizabeth's forehead again, "Go back to wherever you just came from. Y/N wants this."

Your heart skipped a beat as Elizabeth looked over at you. "Y/N don't. The pain isn't worth it. You want to be locked up in a cage too? You want to worry every time you hurt somebody because you can't control your powers? What if you do kill someone? I almost killed Hogun! What if you kill Steve or Bucky or Tony? You'll never be able to live with the guilt."

But you were already living with guilt. You needed to know that you were a hero, not a villain.

"Go home Elizabeth." You whispered, turning away from her.

"You're making a mistake." Elizabeth whispered.

"Oh shut it." You snapped, anger flaring. "Just because you want to be the special one for once doesn't mean I don't have a chance of getting powers too!"

You knew without looking that you'd made her flinch. You didn't hear from her again and the next time you glanced over, you saw that she was no longer in the room. The other man was beaming at you.

"Well?" He asked. "Let's get this show on the road."

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"HOW DOES SHE KNOW HOW TO OPEN up a portal?" Stephen asked immediately after it closed. He was just about to go after her, but he needed answers first.

"The last time he was at the tower, she spent a lot of time at the Sanctorum." Wong explained. "I think you'll find on her last visit, she spent a lot of time with people who weren't her soulmates. Rhodey, Clint, Natasha, Wanda, and myself. So yes, she knows how to make a portal."

The guilt ate at Stephen again. He was sure it would be a long time before he could think about not interacting with Elizabeth without feeling terrible over it.

"You saw where she went, let's go." Steve ordered, apparently not hearing a word that Wong had said.

Wong shrugged his shoulders as Stephen glanced over at him.

Suddenly, another orange portal opened and Elizabeth dropped out of it, landing on the tiled floor.

Her eyes were red and she had a slightly lost look in her eyes.

Before anyone could say anything or approach her, Steve was striding towards her. "Where is she?"

Elizabeth looked startled, not that Stephen blamed her.

"Where?" Steve almost growled at her.

"She's not coming." Elizabeth whispered. "She told me to get lost."

Stephen watched her wrap her arms around herself. Sam was the next to move, putting an arm around her and steering her away from Steve to settled down on the couch.

Stephen moved closer as well and soon everyone was moving now that the surprise of her dropping in was over with.

Elizabeth curled into Sam tightly and mumbled, "She said I chose to get powers so I could be special for once. And that she wants powers too. I tried to tell her that they're a curse, not a gift, but she wouldn't listen."

"Why didn't you just drag her back with you?" Steve demanded.

"Steve." Sam said in a warning tone.

"That's it." Tony snapped, getting to his feet, rounding on Steve. "Get out. I am sick and tired of you treating Elizabeth like shit. It's not her fault. If you're not going to be helpful, get out of the room."

"I'm trying to figure out where she is." Steve snapped.

Rhodey put his hands on Steve's shoulders. "C'mon, let's just take a breather." He glanced over at Bucky, "You too."

Elizabeth looked absolutely miserable as the two left the room. "I could've dragged her bac-"

"Don't." Stephen said softly. "You're not blaming yourself for this."

Elizabeth just looked at him with round sad eyes. He cursed Steve for dragging them back from the honeymoon.

"How lon-" Natasha started to ask and then Clint hollared. Everyone look at him immediately and saw him drop onto the couch, crying out in pain.

Stephen swallowed hard, "It's already started."

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[fanficimagery]

Five Years After

Imagine going to the feed store for your sister, only you come home with more than just feed for the animals.

Words: 5.1K Author’s Note: The ending of this imagine was definitely inspired by a TikTok video :)

When the Blip happened, you were in complete disbelief. Chaos erupted all around as planes fell from the sky and automobiles crashed because their drivers had vanished into thin air. Everyone was a complete mess as they attempted to call loved ones, their calls going straight to voicemail or being answered by another family member that were having to deliver the bad news of a disappearance.

Your only living relative was your sister Laura and her children she had with her husband Clint, so when one of your co-workers and a handful of your customers vanished into thin air, your first call had been to your ex-Avenger of a brother-in-law. Unfortunately Clint was just as clueless as you and the phone had nearly slipped from your hand when he gave you the news that Laura and the kids had vanished. You had nowhere to go and were so scared because of the looting that had started, so Clint told you to pack your things and get to the farm as soon as possible.

You'd only been on the farm for a full day before Clint's friends came looking for him. Natasha, who you had met after your sister had married Clint, greeted you with a rather solemn hug. It was Steve Rogers, however, who attempted to introduce himself with as much joy as he possibly could in order to be polite.

You had shaken his hand, smiling sadly. "You don't need to force a smile for me, Rogers. The circumstances suck. I get it."

That had surprisingly pulled a short laugh from Natasha. "See, Steve? Told you she wouldn't be expecting the Man with a Plan."

Steve and Natasha had proceeded to stay for the duration of the day, telling Clint all about a fight that had taken place in Wakanda and who out of their friends had vanished. It was a devastating blow and you had no idea how everyone was going to cope. Then soon after the two Avengers had left, Clint went into overdrive. He was making phone calls left and right, packing bags and weapons, and you were at a complete loss.

You had decided to leave him be and it was only the following morning when you woke to an empty house did you find the letter on the kitchen counter. In the letter he had apologized for leaving you after everything that had happened, but went on to explain that there were criminals still out there who had survived the Blip when others who were sin-free didn't. He couldn't leave them be while people like his wife and children were no longer alive, so to work through his aggression he was going to hunt those criminals down. Fortunately enough, he left you in possession of the farm-house and made it so you were able to access his bank accounts. He told you not to look for him or get the others involved, so you waited a whole day before contacting Natasha and telling her all about Clint's derailment.

Clint left no trail, leaving you all alone. Or so you thought.

With Clint's vanishing act, Natasha and Steve made you their responsibility. They made sure you knew they were only a call or email away, but only after Nat drove down to give you some technological devices since the regular power grid was fluctuating. Since Earth lost half its population, everything seemed to be falling apart.

Then Tony Stark was brought back home and the world seemed a little bit brighter.

For years you drifted, working at a grocery store in town to keep yourself busy. The Blip took a toll on everyone, but it was nice to have to talk to someone even if the other person moved on autopilot. Clint sent an email every other month from a burner email, so it was a dead end every time Natasha looked into it after you had forwarded it to her. And about the only news-worthy thing that had happened after the Blip was the announcement of Tony and Pepper Stark's baby girl Morgan. You didn't know the Stark's personally, but it didn't stop you from sending their little girl a present every year on her birthday for the next five years on behalf of yourself and the Barton family.

One morning you're sitting at the breakfast table when you hear the telltale sounds of a jet overheard. You figure it's just Natasha and Steve for their monthly check-in so you think nothing of it.

The screen door creaks open and you call out, "In the kitchen!"

The steps of what sounds like more than one person falter, but then they pick back up until they near your location. "Got enough for another plate?" That oh so familiar timber makes you spew orange juice across the table. You're up and out of your seat, staring at your brother-in-law who's a lot more tatted up than you remember him being. "Hey, sis."

Tony Stark stands just a couple feet to Clint's right, but his presence isn't enough to deter you from marching up to your brother-in-law and punching his shoulder. "You asshole!" You punch him again for good measure as tears sting your eyes. "You left me. You left me all alone! How could you-"

He dodges your continuous blows, wrapping his arms around you to keep you from attacking him. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry, but I'm here now. It's all going to be okay." The fight instantly drains out of you as you sag into his embrace, sob after sob leaving you as you clutch to him tightly.

Clint tightens his grip a little more around you until your cries turn into sniffles. "What- what are you doing here?"

"Lang came up with a plan to bring our people back." You tense in Clint's arms and pull back to look him in the eyes. "Banner and Stark made the machines necessary to make the plan work. We're going to bring 'em home. We're going to bring 'em all home, Y/N."

"Please tell me you aren't joking," you mumble.

"Nope. No joke," Tony says. "It's not a total guarantee, but we're going to try our best." You let go of Clint and turn to look at Tony who's standing by the stove and picking at the leftover scrambled eggs. "Mmm. These are good. What'd you put in them?"

"Uhh, just butter and cheese."

"Morgan would absolutely love these. She's on this whole cheese kick right now."

That earns a chuckle, and after gathering yourself you look back at Clint. "So what's going to happen now?"

"The team's getting ready for a test run," Clint says. "I just wanted to let you know I was home and that we had a really important mission coming up."

"How soon?"

"Today if the test run goes good," Tony says. He pours himself half a glass of juice before downing it in one go. "And speaking of, we need to go."

You look at Clint, a little let down that he's leaving so soon, but he grins and pulls you back into a hug. "It's going to be okay." You nod against him and he lets his arms drop before he steps back. He looks around the kitchen and his grin widens. "You've kept up good with the house. I'm impressed."

"I should hope so," you mumble. "I had to flirt with the hardware store boy so he'd help me keep the house from falling apart."

Clint laughs. "You did good, Y/N. Laura will be proud."

"Yeah, yeah. Now go bring my sister, niece, and nephews back."

"You got it, boss."

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You're grateful for the day off because it leaves you with time to clean the house from top to bottom. You need some way to burn off all your anxiousness and making sure the house looks good for your sister is one hell of a way to do just that.

You're not sure how long you'd been cleaning when you decide to take a break, and you head outside for some fresh air. You walk off the porch and onto the grass, tilting your face skyward as you inhale and exhale softly, your eyes closing. One moment all you can hear is the wind ruffling tree limbs and grass, and the next it's a cacophony of chirping birds.

Your eyes fly open and you're shocked to see the swarms of birds flying around in the sky. Sure there have been birds around after the Blip, but you've never seen so many together since then. You're too busy staring up into the sky that you don't see what appears to be ash take formation behind you.

"Aunt Y/N?" The timid voice makes your heart stop before you whirl around, your eyes widening at the sight of Lila glancing around in shock. "What's going on? Where's dad?"

"Lila?" You breathe out in awe. You stumble towards her, eyes glistening with tears. "They did it. They actually did it." You pull her into a hug, cries stuttering in your chest. As you hug her, you glance towards the open field where you see Laura appear, followed by Nathaniel and then Cooper. "Laura!"

You grip Lila's hand tight as the both of you break out into a run towards the rest of your family, you and Laura colliding with twin oomphs. The two of you are crying as Laura tries to work out what the hell happened and where Clint is, but before you can explain anything she's pulling her phone out of her pocket and dialing Clint's number. As she worries about getting her husband on the phone, you quickly hug Cooper and pick up Nathaniel to hold on your hip as you squeeze him in relief.

"Clint?" Laura sobs when he finally answers. "Clint, what's going on? I-" She stops talking all of a sudden and she looks at you, eyes wide.

"What happened?" You ask.

"I- I don't know. One second he was talking and then-" She cuts off, glancing at her children and shaking her head. "He just cut out."

You know all is not fine and that something terrible must have happened for Laura to trail off the way she did. But instead of worrying her kids, you offer a grin. "I'm sure it's fine. As clumsy as he is, he probably just dropped his phone." She forces a smile for her kids' benefit. "So why don't we go ahead and wait for him inside. I'll make something to eat while you guys relax and I'll catch you up on the five years you missed."

"Five years!?" Laura nearly shouts.

You wince. "Yeah. You guys missed a lot."

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For the next couple of hours you tell Laura all about the Blip and how half of Earth's population just disappeared- Avengers included. You tell her how Clint had you move in, and how you helped take care of the house and what few animals they had on the farm still while working at the local grocery store. You tell her all about Steve and Natasha, and how Tony Stark is now married with a daughter of his own.

"Wow." Laura chuckles. All the kids have fallen asleep around the living room, leaving Laura the time to finally ask, "And where was Clint this entire time? I noticed he brought you onto the farm, but then everything became about Steve and Nat."

You suck in a breath sharply. "I was hoping you wouldn't notice that."

"Y/N.."

"He went rogue." Her eyes widen and you wince. "He left me here with access to your bank account, which I only used to pay bills and buy groceries by the way, and not even Natasha could find him. He only came back when she tracked him down and told him there was a chance they could reverse the Blip."

"Oh Clint.." She sighs, shaking her head in disappointment.

The sound of a quinjet hovering makes you and Laura perk up, but you keep quiet so as to not wake the children. You and Laura meet each other's gazes before you carefully get up and tiptoe out of the living room, and then you're rushing out the front door and down onto the lawn.

The door drops down and then Laura is sprinting across the field to reach her husband. You joyously laugh, jogging over to catch up. But as Laura and Clint hug one another, sobbing, you turn your sights to Steve who's standing sheepishly off to the side. There are two others with him, but since you've yet to meet them you make your way towards the familiar.

"Hey Rogers. Good to see you in one piece."

He tiredly chuckles. "Y/N." You punch his arm and he opens them up so you can hug him. "How are you holding up?"

"Better now that I got my sister back," you muse. As you pull away, you glance behind him into the quinjet. "Hey, where's Natasha?" Steve's smile falls and your heart plummets into your stomach. You can practically read the answer in his eyes. "No.." You shake your head.

His breathing stutters before he clears his throat. "We, uh, we lost Tony too."

Your expression completely crumples then, but Steve is quick to pull you back into a hug. He lets you cry into his chest before Clint steals you away, and then you're crying into your brother-in-law's shoulder. Then once all the tears taper off, Steve introduces you and Laura to Wanda and Bucky.

"I'll be in contact with you about what Pepper decides to do," Steve tells Clint. "If you do anything for Nat, let me know."

Clint sniffles. "I will."

You, Clint, and Laura wave off Steve, Wanda, and Bucky as they return inside the quinjet and lift off.

"Come on," Clint then sighs. "I need to see the kids and then figure out a way to tell them all about auntie Nat's sacrifice."

"And plan a memorial," Laura says.

You frown. "This was not the homecoming I was hoping for."

After a few days of planning, Clint decides on a cookout with all the Avengers and close friends of Nat's invited. It was a couple of days before Tony's own memorial, so you were surprised when Pepper Stark showed up with Morgan in tow. You were happy to finally meet the young girl who you'd been sending gifts to and you gladly ended up on babysitting duty.

You had met more of Clint's ex-coworkers, but your attention always ended up back on the children. Then when it came time to say a few words on Natasha's behalf, you somehow ended up between Steve and Bucky as the children ran back to their respective parents with Steve tucking you into his side when the tears started.

Then when the day of Tony's memorial came, there were more guests than you had anticipated. So as Pepper and Morgan walked a small flower raft with an arc reactor replica on it and set it out on the water, you stood back with Laura and her family and waited in silence. And as the crowd dispersed, you mostly kept to yourself until you saw Steve walk out of Pepper's home in the oddest white and red suit you'd ever seen.

Walking up behind Steve, you nod at Bucky and Sam who grin at your presence. When Steve turns around, you chuckle. "Why do I got a feeling you're about to do something very stupid?"

He grins and adjusts his grip on the suitcase hanging by his side. "Someone's gotta return the stones to their original timeline."

"Mhm. Well be careful. Don't start any unnecessary fights."

"I'll try my best."

As he walks up onto the platform, you step back and nudge your arm against Bucky's. He smiles down on you and you stand by his side as you listen to Bruce who walks Steve through about what's going to happen. Bruce checks all his monitors, giving Steve the go-ahead when everything is fine. Steve nods, a mask of sorts opens up and wraps around his face, and he presses a button that had been in his hand. Bruce counts down the seconds before he flips a switch which is meant to bring Steve back, but nothing happens.

Bruce looks around his monitors and starts pressing some more buttons. "Where is he?" Sam asks.

"I don't know. He blew right by his time stamp. He should be here," Bruce says as he flips a few more switches.

Bucky sighs and you quickly glance at him, and he looks more resigned than anything as he turns to walk off.

Your attention goes to Bruce as your heart rate picks up. "Get him back."

"I'm trying."

"Get him the hell back!" Sam urges.

You and Sam are low-key panicking, but it's Bucky's calm voice that stops the both of you. "Y/N. Sam."

The two of you whirl around, gazes sliding towards where Bucky is staring off to. In the distance, on a stone bench by the water, there appears to be a man sitting there that wasn't there before. You and Sam stumble forward, and you squint your eyes, only to glance back at Bucky with wide eyes.

"Is that.."

"Go."

You share another look with Sam and he gestures for you to follow him. The two of you walk towards the man together and Sam stops just behind him as you walk around in front. When you get a good look at your friend who is way older than what he appeared to be a mere twenty seconds ago, your heart cracks just a little.

You try to force a smile, but it wobbles as an elderly Steve chuckles at you. "I'm really trying not to be so mad at you right now." Your voice cracks and he pats the spot next to him as you sniffle. You immediately sit next to him and take his left hand within your own two, a gleaming wedding band not going unnoticed. Your fingers trace it. "Was it at least a happy life?"

Steve pats your hand. "It was. It was the beautiful life I always dreamt of."

You take a moment for yourself, inhaling and exhaling deeply. "You know you were my complete impulse control, right? Who's going to stop me from trying to get into your best friend's pants now?"

There's a snort from behind you, but you don't bother giving Sam your attention. "Go easy on him," Steve tells you. "I'm not sure he even remembers how to flirt."

You grin as you lean your head on his shoulder. "I'm really going to miss you," you say after a beat. Another moment passes before you drop Steve's hand and sigh before you stand. "Well, um, I should get back my sister and Clint now." You meet his gaze and flash him a small smile. "It's going to suck not seeing you every month, but I'm really glad you found your happiness."

"Thank you, Y/N."

Your bottom lip wobbles again. "Goodbye, Steve."

As you walk away, you hold your head up high and nod to Sam when he looks at you to make sure you're okay. You continue walking, nodding at Bucky as you pass him up as well when you see Laura wave you over. "For the record, I still remember how to flirt." You stumble and and then hear Bucky chuckling quietly behind you.

"Goddamn super soldiers and your dog ears."

As the days turn into weeks, Clint and Laura offer you a permanent place on the farm now that everything seems to be going back to normal. He's promised to build you a small house on the property for all that you've done in the past five years, so in the meantime you've taken to bunking with Lila while Wanda took over the guest bedroom. Clint had also taken to bringing Bucky to the farm when he noticed the super soldier not coping as well as he was letting on, so you found yourself often sitting by the back pond with him as the two of you traded stories about Steve and yourselves.

Though you had originally joked about getting into Bucky's pants, you found yourself seeking friendship from him more than anything else and vice versa. So when you weren't working at the grocery store, you were watching the kids for Laura and Clint or hanging out with Bucky and Wanda. It was no surprise to anyone that the three of you latched on to one another after losing those that you did.

"Hey Y/N," Laura calls out. "Will you do me favor?"

You glance up as she walks out the front door, you and Wanda ceasing your conversation. You grin. "What do you need?"

"Lucky needs some dog food and we need a few bales of hay for the goats."

"Oh. Okay." You look towards Wanda. "Wanna go for the ride?"

She shrugs. "Sure."

"Thank you! You can just put it on the Barton tab at the store," Laura says. "Clint pays it monthly and I've already called ahead to let them know someone was going in to pick up some stuff we needed."

"Got it." Standing up, you pat down your pockets to make sure you have your keys, phone, and some cash. Realizing you have everything, you grin at your sister before walking down the porch steps. As you near your truck, you whistle at Bucky who was throwing knives at a target on the side of the barn. "Hey Buckaroo! We're heading into town. You wanna come?"

He throws the last knife in his hand before he turns to look at you. "Don't call me Buckaroo!" He shouts back as he makes his way towards you.

"Then stop lookin' so darn cute!"

Wanda snorts and you laugh as Bucky shakes his head at you. "One of these days he's going to flirt back and then what are you going to do?"

"Bend myself over the table and let him hit it from behind," you mumble. She snorts harder this time and your eyes widen when you see Bucky start to smirk.

As he nears the two of you, he says, "What did you say?"

"Nothing," you blurt. "Nothing at all. Wanda's just easily amused, is all."

His gaze slides to Wanda, but she shakes her head and doesn't tell him a word. You mentally sigh and praise her for being a good friend, and then you turn to walk towards your truck. Wanda readily heads for the back driver's side door while Bucky walks around to the passenger seat so he's seated next to you.

Once you're seated behind the wheel and the engine is turned on, you take a moment to find a decent song on the radio before driving. It's not too long of a drive and you find yourself pulling up to the local feed store not even three songs later.

Parking and cutting the engine right in front of the store, you turn towards Bucky. You know he's not a huge fan of being out in public, but you rather not have to flirt inside the store to get a helping hand. "Hey Buck, can you do me a favor and load up four of those large rectangular bales of hay and one bag of that dog food right next to it?" You see him tense. "I rather not have to flirt with the boy inside just so he'll help out."

He relaxes then and gives you a nod. "Yeah. Sure."

"Thanks. Just keep watch through the window. Wait 'til I give the signal for you to start loading up." He gives you another nod and you turn around to face Wanda. "Wanna head inside with me?"

Wanda grins and readily opens her door, you and Bucky following right after. But as you and Wanda head inside, Bucky remains by the tailgate of your truck and keeps watch through the large front window as you had said. Inside, Mr. Reeves is waiting by the cash register and keeping an eye on Bucky outside.

"Don't worry, Mr. Reeves. He's with me." Mr. Reeves glances at you, smiling in relief. "I need four large bales of hay and a fifty pound bag of dog food."

Mr. Reeves starts punching buttons on his register. "Alright, sweetheart. Is that going to be all for you?"

"Sure is. Um, Laura asked if you can put it on the tab? Clint will be by at the end of the week."

"Sure thing." You turn towards the window and give Bucky a thumbs up. He turns to open the tailgate and then move towards the bales of hay to start loading up. Mr. Reeves chuckles. "That's a strong fella you got there."

His words make you blush and Wanda giggle, but you can't even reprimand your friend because she is further away than you expected. She's leaning over what appears to be a warming box, hand inside as she smiles down at something you can't see. "Whatcha got there, Red?"

Her smile widens as you hear small chirps. "Ducklings."

You walk over to her, peering inside and your heart absolutely melts. Inside are the cutest ducklings you've ever seen and you know you're done for when you set your hand down inside and one particular little duckling runs onto your palm.

Mr. Reeves walks over, chuckling. "They were hatched a few days ago. All have been looking mighty strong and are ready to go to good homes."

"How much?"

"Y/N," Wanda laughs. "What are you doing?"

"I'm taking this little sucker with me." You pick up your hand, duckling still happily nestled in your palm as you cradle him to your chest and look at Mr. Reeves. "Any chance you have those small plastic kiddie pools?"

"As a matter of fact I do," he muses.

Wanda is giggling the entire time Mr. Reeves gets exactly what you need, you nuzzling the yellow fuzzball to your face. You pay with your own money and sadly hand over the duckling when Mr. Reeves has to box her up. You then carefully take the box from him as Wanda takes the kiddie pool, and you walk behind her as you make your way to the truck.

You have absolutely no regrets about buying the duckling, but you still hide the box as you walk around the truck and open the driver's door. Wanda shoves the kiddie pool into the back with her and Bucky turns so his gaze darts between the both of you- Wanda looking far too amused and you looking a little sheepish as you continue to stand outside the truck.

"What did you do?" He sighs.

"Well we went in to just buy the food," Wanda says, "but-"

"I bought a duck." You blurt. You finally put the box in front of you, on the seat, and you open the lid. The duckling chirps and you beam down at her, picking her up and nuzzling her once more. "I'm gonna name her Flauta." Bucky snorts and Wanda laughs uncontrollably then. "No one tell Laura."

"Gonna be hard to hide her, doll."

Bucky reaches over to take the duckling from you and the sight of him cradling it, holding it up to his face and smiling makes you melt once more. Wanda is staring knowingly at you, but you don't even have the urge to flip her off because you know you're fucked. Instead, you take your phone out of your back pocket and snap a picture.

"That's my new wallpaper."

Bucky doesn't bother admonishing you for taking the picture, so after setting it as your wallpaper you put your phone away and climb into your truck. He holds onto the duckling as you make the drive back to the farm, Wanda giggling every now and then when you glance at Bucky and sigh longingly.

When you make it back to the farm, Clint and Laura are on the porch as the kids play out in the yard. They both stand as you park, their expressions turning suspicious as Wanda hops out of the back with the kiddie pool in tow. You grin as you hurriedly hop out as well, leaving Bucky to carry the incriminating evidence.

You can tell he expected as much as he watches you jog around to his side of the truck, already pointing at him through the opened window. "Bucky bought a duck!"

He shakes his head at you and you blow him a kiss, Clint and Laura then joining you by the truck. "Oh really?" Your brother-in-law muses.

"Yep."

"Mhm." Clint looks to Bucky as Laura bites back a grin. "Buck, what's the duck's name?"

Without missing a beat, he says, "Flauta."

Laura finally laughs. "Nice try, Y/N." As Bucky and Wanda guess how Laura knew, she says, "When we were younger, Y/N did the same thing but with a turtle. She named him Taquito."

"And Taquito lived a long and happy life until we went off to college," you say. "Flauta will live just long, if not longer, here on the farm."

Clint chuckles and then takes the duckling from Bucky. He looks to Wanda and gestures for her to follow him. "Lets go get this little lady all set up. The kids are gonna have a blast."

Laura follows after them, but not before winking at you, and you shake your head as you're left alone with Bucky. He finally climbs out of the truck, shutting the door and then leaning against it. You nervously laugh as he smirks. "You threw me under the bus."

"I couldn't take the chance that they'd make me return Flauta." You pout. "I couldn't send her back, Buckaroo. I'd already named her."

He pushes off the truck, turning you around and laying his arm around your shoulders. For a moment you forget how to breathe. "You're just as bad as Steve."

"Oh whatever." You roll your eyes, grinning as your arm wraps around the back of his waist and start walking towards where Clint went. "Steve got you shot at. I momentarily put you in momma bear's crosshairs." He quietly chuckles. "And besides, I didn't hear you deny it. Admit it, Barnes, I'm growing on you."

"Like a fungus."

You pinch his side. "Oh fuck off." He fully laughs then. "Just you wait, Buckaroo. The day we decide to put sex on the list of things we should definitely be doing, I'm gonna withhold just because you're being an ass."

"You sure about that?" The teasing lilt to his voice suddenly makes you feel at unease. "You sure you won't immediately bend over the table and let me hit it from behind?"

Your face flames, but you can't help but laugh at your earlier words. When you manage to calm down, you can't help but say, "I hate you," as you finish making your way towards your family.

"Nice try, doll, but I'm calling bullshit."

[uncpanda]

Parental Disapproval

Prompt 26: Defending the person

Warnings: Standing up to parents. 

Requested by: ANON 

Pairing: Lex Luthor x Fem!Reader

AN: I actually want to try this trope with other characters like Hotch (age gap and divorcee with a kid), Bruce Wayne (Playboy),Tony Stark (Play boy/ seems like an alcoholic to the outside world), Steve Rogers (Grandfathers age too different). I might have to do a series. Let me know! 

You knew this was going to be a problem. You knew it the moment you had first kissed him, you knew it when you decided to actually date him, and you knew it the moment you admitted you loved him. But that knowledge had never stopped you. You’d followed your heart straight into Lex Luthor’s arms despite knowing your father would throw a fit. 

You had expected anger, ranting, and yelling, but you hadn’t expected this. 

“Excuse me?” 

“I said get out!” 

You stare at your father. Jonathan Kent had been your father from the time you were three days old and he and Martha had adopted you. And he had been a good father. He had loved you, and taught you, and stood by you. And now? Now he was telling you to leave your childhood home because you had fallen in love with someone he didn’t like. 

You bite the inside of your cheek, and grab your purse. You hear your mother call your name, but you don’t stop. You head out the screen door and towards your car. You can hear your mother crying and yelling at your father. You’re just grateful that Clark is out with friends. You can only imagine how much worse it would have been if he’d been there. He would have tried to defend you, tried to defend Lex, and you imagine that probably would have been enough to make your father’s head explode. 

You drive home to your apartment: numb. And you pause outside the door. As you expected the light is on, and you can hear the TV and smell something cooking. You unlock it and step in to find Lex in the kitchen chopping something, and watching the football game on the TV. He pauses as he sees you. 

And then he’s moving towards you and you run to him. The moment you’re safely in his arms the tears finally come. He holds you tight, tucking your head under his chin, his arms wound around you as a hand rubs up and down your back. “I’m so sorry.” He repeats those words over and over again. 

And finally you shake your head. He loosens his hold on you enough that you can wiggle your hands up and cup his face. Your voice is rough thanks to the tears, “This isn’t your fault. You are not your father. And he’s blind if he can’t see that.” 

He opens his mouth to protest and you kiss him to stop it. His lips move against your and when you break apart he leans his forehead against yours. You know he feels guilty, even though he shouldn’t, because you know the truth. You know the pain Lionel had inflicted on his son. You know that Lex never wanted the extravagances he’s been granted. You know that he’d rather hang out in your small apartment than in the mansion his father purchased. You know he’d rather cook you dinner than take you to some overpriced restaurant. And you know that he’s grateful to have found someone who loves him for him and not his money. 

Lex watches you while you sleep. He has a million plans running through his mind. Plans to get the two of you out of Smallville, and away from your toxic fathers. He wonders if there’s a way to take Clark and Martha with the two of you. 

He has his own income, income and companies completely separate from his father. And those businesses make more than enough to support the two of you and the future you’ve discussed; a house in a different small town, a couple of kids, and life together. He also knows that it would hurt you, to not have your family around. He needs to fix this. 

With that in mind, he slips out of bed and heads towards your family farm. He isn't surprised to find Mr. Kent outside on the porch. And the glare he gets isn’t unexpected. But before the man can start he holds up his hand to stop the oncoming rant. He’s very plain in his speech, “I’m not here to fight. I’m here to tell you how things are. I’m in love with your daughter, and she’s in love with me. We’ve been together for over a year, and I’m not letting her go . . . and that’s with her blessing. 

“We have plans. Plans to get out of this town. Plans to stay away from my father. And those plans can involve staying away from you . . . the same way you stay away from Martha’s father. So, you can continue on this way, mad that she chose me, mad that I’m my father’s son. That’s fine. Just keep in mind you won’t see us again, because I won’t let you hurt her again. I refuse to have her come home and cry because of things you said. 

“She is the love of my life. And if I have my choice she’ll be my wife soon. And one day we plan to have kids. And I want you to know them and for them to know you, but if you hurt her again I’ll find a way to make sure that doesn't happen. It’s my job to protect her, and our future family. Even from her own father.” 

There’s anger in Mr. Kent’s eyes but Lex feels like he’s made his point. “I recommend thinking on it.” 

With that, he turns around and heads back to his car. When he gets back, you’re waiting for him on the couch. You look up at him with sad eyes, and he gives you a small smile, “I talked with your dad. Well, not with . . .I talked at your dad. I told him I didn’t like him making you cry, and that where our relationship with him went from here was up to him. I don’t want to see him hurt you again. Ultimately that’s up to you, but . . .” 

You smile at him, and then launch yourself into his arms. You’re more than capable of handling your dad by yourself, but it’s nice to know you have someone in your corner, that you have a partner. And you swear to yourself, that you’ll do the same for Lex the next time you see Lionel.