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MARVEL MASTERLIST!

TONY STARK

Male Reader

Brilliant REQUEST: male reader who’s kinda shy and quiet but crazy good at math and science and all those equations. something fluffy and cute. Loving You Felt Like Drowning Summary: During Tony Stark's deepest pit of self-destruction and addiction, you were by his side. Day in and day out, you would clean up the mess from yet another party and help Tony relieve his massive hangover. However, after months of the same routine and Tony's unwillingness to get help, you walked away. It wasn't that you didn't love him, but being with him (at that time) felt like drowning.

Personal Bodyguard and Personal Bodyguard Pt. 2 Summary: After Tony's rescue and his announcement about Iron Man, Pepper decides the genius needs a bodyguard. Runway Lover REQUEST: Tony with a male model. A one night stand but tony catches feelings. After pursuing him they get in a relationship. But everyone (avengers) thinks its not gonna last , since they kept it secret for readers career. No Title REQUEST: top m reader overstimulating tony stark? Like, to the point he's crying shaking mess and just melts into reader:3 with sweet aftercare pretty please? Literature Is Our (Enemy) Friend REQUEST: Tony Stark x M!reader, where they're kind of opposites (?? Like, Tony knows math, physics, and stuff, and reader likes literature, sociology, etc. Maybe they're rivals, or Tony is just interested in the reader, so he learns about classics just to impress him. What You Left Behind Summary: You and Steve were in a relationship. Notice the term were, because when the whole fight between the Avengers occurred, Steve left you behind. Nursing a broken heart, you spend time with Tony and fall in love again. Steve returns and things go left.

Gender Neutral Reader

Numb Summary: You didn’t understand Tony’s decision; he’d left you with a gaping hold in your heart. It was easy to feel anger and resentment, but was it really a surprise how things ended? Why Me Though? Summary: People don't know why Tony Stark would ever entertain much less date a civilian. However, there's a simple response he gives—he loves you.

NATASHA ROMANOFF

Gender Neutral Reader

Fue Un Placer Conocerte Summary: Dating an assassin, especially the Black Widow, was bound to have problems. You accepted that since the beginning, however, you can’t help but feel that Natasha didn’t love you. That, to her, this relationship was nothing more than a nuisance.

CLINT BARTON

Male Reader

Farm Boy REQUEST: fluff fic about clint barton x male reader

STEVE ROGERS

Male Reader

We Belong Together Summary: Dating Steve Rogers was more difficult than you’d imagined. He was a man riddled with insecurities and, unfortunately, this affected your relationship. Gentleman's Agreement Summary: You and Steve had been dating for a few months now, and you treated him like a king. Opening doors for him, keeping PDA to a minimum around others, watching your language around him—anything and everything to not make Steve uncomfortable. However, is Steve really that innocent as people think he is? No. Hot Head Summary: The Avengers don't understand how golden boy Steve Rogers dated you. You were violent, mean looking, had no filter (and that was Tony who said it.) However, nothing is ever black or white. Those 4 Terrifying Words Summary: 'We need to talk' is a universal line delivered when one wants to break up. Everyone knew this, even Steve (a man from the 40s). Not wanting to lose the one person he loves, Steve is determined to show you why that's a bad idea.

Gender Neutral Reader

No Summary: You loved Steve, but you weren’t ready to make the big step in marrying him. Others don’t understand or merely refuse to accept your reasoning. Talk It Out Summary: Being related to the genius Tony Stark had many benefits, but being stuck in an argument between him and your fiance, Steve Rogers, was never anticipated. A Burden of Imagination Summary: You were a regular 21st century human so naturally you experienced a plethora of things—dating and sex included. However, when you begin dating Steve Rogers, your past is a topic of discussion as it clashes with his religious and old-timey upbringing.

VISION

Male Reader

Untitled REQUEST: Reader could be a wielder of another infinity stone (maybe power stone??) and him coming to warn vision of thanos?? Also idk if u do soulmates aus but if you do, could they be soulmates in this as well?

BUCKY BARNES

Male Reader

Affectionate Summary: Bucky is an ex-assasin and hydra's most valuable asset...that doesn't mean he wants to be treated as such. He's Cute, He's Cute Pt. 1.5, He's Cute Pt. 2, He's Cute Pt. 3 Summary: Another brother of Thor is coming to Earth. The Avengers are wary of the new visitor, yet he's nothing like Loki. Bucky grows a high school crush on the nobel, kind and slightly clueless Asgardian prince. Where's The Trust?, Where's The Trust? Pt. 2, Where's The Trust? Pt. 3 Summary: After everything Hydra has done to him, Bucky finally found peace in his life—even managing to get a boyfriend in the process. However, his 'brother' Steve isn't too fond of his relationship nor you. The One Kind Voice, The One Kind Voice Pt. 2 Summary: Hydra was torture, but even amongst all the brainwashing and murders he'd committed, Bucky couldn't help but see you as his shinning light. A safe place from the living hell he endured for over 70 years. But You're A Playboy Summary: You and Bucky had been messing around. It was just something that occurred naturally and you believed was nothing more than two boys messing around. However, you never anticipated for sex to become much more for Bucky. I've Decided And You're What I Want Summary: You and Bucky were dancing around each other—you know it, he knows it, the tower knows it, hell, you think even Fury knows it—yet you reject every one of his advances. It's not that you don't feel the same way, but after everything that Bucky has gone through, you don't want him to be pressured into anything. He deserves some peace after Hydra. However, Bucky knows what he wants and is determined to show you that.

Gender Neutral Reader

Hair Care Summary: You must be blind to not see or accept that Bucky Barnes (yes, the brainwashed Hydra assassin) had fucking great hair. And yes, even you questioned your will to live when you asked if you could do his hair. I Forgive You, I Forgive You Pt. 2 Summary: When you fight against the mad titan, he manages to restore Bucky's programing, turning him back into the Winter Soldier. You have to fight him, but things go wrong—after all, you wouldn't hurt the love of your life—even if he was tasked to kill you. Did I Do Something Wrong? Summary: Sad Bucky because he thinks reader is planning on leaving him or just doesn't love him anymore. Like, you're ignoring him (not on purpose), but that makes the man go down a spiral of doubts.

LOKI LAUFEYSON

Male Reader

A Crown of Two Realms and A Crown of Two Realms Pt. 2 Summary: You are set to marry Asgard's golden prince, however, when you meet the god of mischief, you can't help but see him differently. Shadows and Subtlety Summary: Loki has become unbearably soft and pliant in the presence of you, an assassin that can be seen as a male version of Natasha.

Gender Neutral Reader

Felt Not Seen Summary: After Loki tries to take over Earth, he stumbles upon a person who doesn't judge nor call him a monster. On the flip side, Loki hates lying to you, a human who unfortunately lost their sight. My Jealous God Summary: You didn't anticipate falling into a relationship with Loki—who would?—yet while everybody knew he was the god of mischief, to you, he's your jealous god.

PIETRO MAXIMOFF

Gender Neutral Reader

Tongue Tied Summary: Pietro had a routine: wake up, shower, eat breakfast in a hurry (sometimes literally), and then spend the day reminding the Avengers just how fast he was. Confidence was basically his middle name. That is, until you came along.

STUCKY

Male Reader

Promise To Return, Promise to Return Pt. 2, Promise To Return Pt. 3 Summary: You were drafted to war, leaving behind your Brooklyn boys to fend for themselves. You promised to return to them, but promises aren't always fulfilled. I'm Not Sick (I Promise) REQUEST: male reader who got sick but is being stubborn about it. He refuses to accept he is sick and doesn't want to let his boyfriend take care of him, insisting there is no need to rest or go to the doctor, he has to work and it's no big deal even if he clearly feels warm and looks tired. The more he fights it the more exhausting it gets and he starts to look really childish, like a whiny toddler throwing a tantrum or something

BRUCE BANNER

Gender Neutral Reader

You Can't Badmouth Yourself REQUEST: reader keeps messing up something and calling themselves dumb and he’s just like no don’t say that You're A Monster, But You're Trying REQUEST: inhuman reader who can't control their power, and chooses to distance or isolating from people so no one gets hurt due to their uncontrollable power. but banner always look out for them to get comfort or give them an advice since he had the same problem. (platonic, like father figure for reader or something.)

[airas-story]

Strange never became a doctor and stayed on the farm (meaning he has the same personality as neurosurgeon Stephen but more snappy and mean because he didn’t want to stay there) and he meets Tony by the other crashing into the farm in his Iron Man suit.

“Let me check on your injuries,” Strange said as Stark’s driver finally showed up to pick Stark up. “Before I let you go off and kill yourself some other way.” 

Stark snorted. “Strange, your stitches were surprisingly damn perfect. I’m fine.”

Stephen stiffened. “What, a farmer can’t do a proper stitch?” he snapped.

Stark blinked. “Not what I was saying.”

Stephen pointed at the table. “Sit, Stark.”

Stark did. 

Despite Stephen’s best efforts, he found himself imagining this scenario in a different world. A hospital room, clean and sterile, a proper pair of scrubs. Except no, Stephen wouldn’t have been doing run-of-the-mill check ups, he’d have—

He shut the thought off. It didn’t matter.

“That the dream?” Stark asked quietly. “Proper stitches?”

Stephen froze. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“There are a lot of medical books on your bookshelves,” Stark said. “A lot.”

Stephen found himself examining his own stitches. “I’d have been good,” he found himself saying.

“Who says you can’t still be?” Stark asked.

Stephen scoffed. “Three years for med school and then—” He swallowed, imagining that perfect world. “Neurosurgeons need at least seven years of residency. I’d be almost forty-five before I ever got there.”

“And in ten years you want to be forty-five and still miserable here?” Stark asked.

“You wouldn’t understand.” Stephen said bitterly. “You’ve had everything handed to you on a silver platter.”

Stark shrugged. “I don’t know why you’re here doing something you obviously hate, but I do know a little bit about wasting my life.” He met Stephen’s gaze. “Live a life you actually want, Strange. You only get one.”

Stephen scoffed. “Your car is here, Stark.”

Stark jumped off the table. “You have my number, Strange. You decide you want something more than this, let me know. I’ll help.”

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The Avengers & Peter Parker Masterlist 2

part one

A Barton Surprise (ao3) - Delena_Stark pepper/tony, clint/laura N/R, 5k

Summary: Requested by Droth

“Maybe one where Peter is Tony’s 12 year old biological son. Peter has to go with Tony to the Barton farm, and he ends up hanging out with the older Barton kids.”

a little white lie (ao3) - LethalBookshelves G, 2k

Summary: It all started when the Rogues were supposed to move back into the Tower after their pardons. Actually, it started when Peter jokingly called Tony ‘dad’ in front of them. After that, the Rogues assumed that he was Tony’s illegitimate son. Tony—being the devil that he is—decided to go along with it.

Or: Tony and Peter pretend to be father and son for the Rogues because people kept mistaking them for family anyway.

Cyanide? In My Shawarma? (ao3) - losingmymindtonight T, 4k

Summary: Pepper convinces Tony to bring Peter along on his first dinner with the Rogue Avengers since their pardoning.

Poor Tony had thought the whole thing was a recipe for disaster before someone decided to shove some cyanide in his food.

Discoveries and Reveries (ao3) - sprayedwithcrab pepper/tony, background steve/bucky T, 13k

Summary: Peter Parker is Tony Stark’s personal intern. Nothing more, nothing less.

At least, that’s what the two of them are telling everybody.

The Avengers immediately know there’s something more going on. They’re the Avengers for a reason, remember? So they all conclude: Peter isn’t just a personal intern, he is also Tony’s illegitimate son.

Peter is definitely not a fan of this new development.

Hello Midtown High (ao3) - AmyR G, 20k

Summary: This is basically domestic Avengers and Peter Parker, with a slight smattering of the Field Trip trope thrown in. It’s really just domestic Avengers though.

How The Avengers exasperated Peter Parker (ao3) - NinaTaylor mentioned pepper/tony G, 6k

Summary: This is my take on the popular "Peter´s field trip to Stark industries" trope, because in most of those I read the Avengers don´t actually embarrass/ annoy Peter like I imagine. So I wrote one of my own, where The Avengers have much fun with treating Peter like an actual intern.

I Just Thought (ao3) - possiblyobsessed pepper/tony G, 9k

Summary: People are coming forward all the time saying they are/have Tony Stark’s child. Others are sure that he has a child out there. It’s only natural that when he starts hanging out with a child everyone assumes Peter is his. He’s only slightly offended that the people close to him believe it.Or Five times someone thought Peter was Tony’s biological child and the one time someone knew he wasn’t.Includes a little bonus chapter.

My son (ao3) - breakanironheart G, 3k

Summary: Five years after the Avengers met Peter and watched him grow up, a vigilante called ‘Spider-Man’ started going around in New York. They didn’t care about it until a specific fifteen-year-old started acting suspiciously.

Parenting for Superheroes (ao3) - somebocly steve/tony G, 5k

Summary: AKA Peter thought coffee and energy drinks would mix well together while staying at the Avengers Tower.

Peter Parker and Shuri Prank The Avengers Team (ao3) - myheartisburiedinvenice mj/peter, clint/natasha, gamora/peter, steve/bucky T, 37k

Summary: Peter and Shuri are just adorable and like freaking their friends out with pranks.

Peter Parkers Avengers Pyjamas (ao3) - schrijverr G, 1k

Summary: The Rogue Avengers are back at the Tower, Peter runs into them and they question him about Tony.

He isn’t about to let some people talk shit about his dad- uhm, mentor

Peter Parker saves The Avengers (ao3) - PassibleLightning G, 11k

Summary: When the Avengers are attacked and thrown into their own nightmares, the only ones who can save them is Peter Parker and Dr. Strange.

Peter Parker Sets It Straight (and has a run-in with a fire hydrant) (ao3) - bluemoonwisp T, 3k

Summary: Peter Parker has a run-in with a fire hydrant and the Avengers.

Progress Report (ao3) - sameuspegasus N/R, 10k

Summary: Ms. Warren has some questions for Tony Stark regarding the exact nature of Peter’s internship. She gets invited to the lab to see for herself.

The Avengers Meet Peter Parker +1 (ao3) - Lavander_Clearwater pepper/tony, peter/harley T, 4k

Summary: The Avengers finally meet Tony's mysterious intern. Plus a surprise guest.

The Domestic Avengers in: The Babysitting Dilemna (fanfiction.net) - madhatterroxas T, 3k

Summary: In which Steve and Tony ask Loki to babysit Peter, whilst Thor tags along and basically gets in the way. AU, slightly crackish; StevexTony

The Five Times Peter Got Help With Schoolwork and The One Time It Was Done For Him (ao3) - DJ_unicornsrgr8 steve/bucky G, 19k

Summary: Peter needs more sleep. And time. But he definitely doesn’t need help, or at least that’s what he tells himself.

Aka Peter isn’t a good self-advocate.

Aka the title is pretty self-explanatory.

What They See (ao3) - manymessyfandoms T, 2k

Summary: Peter and Tony’s bond from the eyes of the other Avengers.

[space-mermaid-writing]

Not sure if you're taking prompts but if you are!

Stephen (alpha) is a rancher, always covered in grime and dirt in 1834 and he falls in love with the mayors (Omega) son, Tony Stark who doesn't like dirt and or getting dirty in any way shape or form. (Little bit of smut but mostly fluff)

I changed the prompt a little bit and made Stephen a rancher and the town's doctor. And I can’t imagine any universe in which Tony doesn’t get his hands dirty. But I tried to capture the vibe.

No beta something something we die like something.

It's almost midnight and I'm tired. And I closed prompts for now since I'm working on a multi-chapter fic, but I might be up for a second part of this if anyone is interested.

Ko-fi | Masterlist | Word count: 1.1k | Part 2

In your presence I forget any words I once knew

Stephen dismounted from his horse and tied the reins to a sturdy post situated right in front of the general store. Levi let out a soft nicker and Stephen patted his neck.

“You will get your treat later,” he promised the chestnut horse.

Stephen stepped onto the wooden boardwalk that led directly to the entrance of the store. Just as he reached for the door handle and pulled it open, he caught sight of someone exiting. Instinctively, he held the door wider, because that was the polite thing to do.

“G’day,” he greeted, lifting his hat slightly in acknowledgment when he recognized the figure stepping out.

The omega stepping out was the mayor’s son, his precious prize stallion. Every alpha in this small town tried to win the omega’s favor and gain his affection – so far with no success. The omega had blocked any courting attempts; much to his father’s displeasure.

Blue eyes met brown ones before Stephen looked away respectfully. He didn’t want to overstep boundaries with this unmated omega.

“Long time no see, doc,” Tony Stark teased, a playful tone in his voice. “It’s been a while.”

It almost sounded like the omega was delighted to meet him. But that was ridiculous. Stephen knew he didn’t stand a chance and he quickly dismissed the notion that the omega could ever take an interest in him.

This omega was always in a pristine shape, his clothes spotless with not even a speck of dust on him. Which should be impossible considering that their town was on the outskirts of the civilization. There was nothing but dust and mud and untamed land around.

“Work is keeping me busy,” Stephen said. He was still holding the door open; Tony had yet to step out of the way.

“Human or animal patients?” the omega asked, cocking his head curiously.

“Mostly animal ones,” he admitted. Even though he was a trained doctor, the locals mostly sought his expertise for their pets and livestock. There was no vet in this town, not even in the next town twenty miles north. Naturally, Stephen was the next best thing for the ranchers. Especially, since he owned a few horses himself and knew his way around them.

“One of Barton’s had calved just this morning.” He had just come from the farm, making a quick stop to collect an order on his way home.

Tony’s gaze traced a path down Stephen’s body and up again, a look of amusement on his features. “I can see that.”

Stephen’s cheeks heated up. Due to his work, he was always covered in dirt. If he came ever closer than three feet to Tony, the omega would probably recoil in disgust, finding him unkempt and unappealing. Thus he was usually content to admire him from afar

Tony, on the other hand, had an undeniable talent for making Stephen feel flustered. Even now he seemed delighted to spot the blush in his face, and finally he stepped out of the way without another word but an amused smile on his lips instead.

If Stephen watched him leave longer than socially accepted, no one could blame him. He was a fool for falling in love with this sassy omega. Yet he couldn’t help it; Tony was the most beautiful thing he had ever laid eyes on, and Stephen found it difficult to resist the magnetic pull of him.

He was just a simple rancher and doctor – his heart wasn’t immune to the charm of one Tony Stark.

Stephen finally remembered again why he was here, and walked into the store.

“Doctor Strange, I was wondering when ya would stop by and pick up yar order,” the shopkeeper greeted him.

Stephen darted him an apologetic shrug. “T’was a long week,” he admitted, feeling the exhaustion seep into his words.

“Yeah, I heard young Lang broke his arm. ‘has always been a reckless boy, that one.”

‘Young’ Scott Lang was actually in his thirties and this had been his first time as a patient of Stephen. He had also been his only human patient this month. Instead, Stephen lost track of how many cows and horses he had looked at.

The door opened again, and he turned to find Tony Stark stepping back into the store. The shopkeeper raised an eyebrow, clearly puzzled by Tony’s return.

“Oh? Did ya forget something?”

The smile of the omega was dazzling. It made Stephen’s stomach do things. “Actually, I did. My father told me to bring two pounds of peaches back home.”

“I’ll pack them up for ya. Just have to get Doctor Strange’s package from the back.”

Stephen spoke up without even thinking about it. “Please, ring him up first. We can’t have him running late.”

The shopkeeper nodded and went to pack some peaches.

Tony turned to the doctor. “Will you look at that: there are actually some alphas with manners in this godforsaken town.” His words were sweet but his gaze challenging, as if he was expecting a certain kind of reaction.

Stephen simply shrugged. “Haven’t met one of those yet.”

The omega stifled a laugh. It was more of an amused chuckle, but Stephen heard it, and it hit him right in the chest like a blooming knife.

Stephen quickly turned his head away and watched the shopkeeper weighing the peaches. He didn't notice the omega reaching into the inside pocket of his jacket.

It was only when Tony took his attention off him, that he dared to take a deep breath and look ahead again.

“Thank you.” The dazzling smile was back on the omega’s lips when he took the back from the shopkeeper. Stephen decided it was too much. There was something missing.

He immediately forgot that thought when Tony’s eyes were back on him, even though for just a second this time. “See you around, doc.”

And then he was gone, and Stephen felt like he had taken the sun with him.

“I’m getting your order,” the shopkeeper told him, but he barely heard him. Stephen didn’t even notice when the older men shortly stepped out of the room through a door in the back.

His eyes were fixated on the wooden floor where the omega stood just seconds before. There was a white speck in the dirt and Stephen quickly bent down to pick it up.

It was a handkerchief, pristine white and freshly pressed. Moving it between his fingers, he spotted the elegant monogram: T.S.

Tony must have dropped it by mistake, and Stephen should bring it back to him. He held the fabric carefully to his nose; it smelled just like the omega. As if he was standing closer to him than he had ever before.

Maybe Stephen would hold onto it for a little while. Not deliberately, of course. He would never dare. But certainly it would take some time until their paths crossed again. That wasn’t Stephen’s fault.

He carefully tucked the handkerchief into his pocket, hiding it away like a secret token.

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Tony Wishes He Did

Alpha Steve Rodgers x Alpha Tony Stark

(They have a biological son Peter Parker)

Word count: 780

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Tony stares his reflection in the eyes of his ex husband Steve as he prepares to kill him. And yet…it almost felt nostalgic. He knew that look. That hatred. The anger. 

He knew it might come to this. But he didn't expect it to feel so freeing. For the first time, his future was out of his hands. Whether he continued forward on his self destructive path or not, no longer weighed on him. It weighed on the man he once loved. The man he still loved.

If anyone was to kill him he would choose Steve. During the dark times he imagined something happening, maybe his body gets infected with some extraterrestrial disease or that his mind was controlled by some villain, and Steve would have to do ‘the right thing’. Do the thing that Tony always wished he could do. But how could he leave Peter the same way his parents left him?

How could he die knowing that Peter would be alone? Peter's independent because he had to be. His parents were always out fighting missions and he was left in the care of a nanny or someone else in the pack. 

Maybe in some perfect world, Tony and Steve could move onto a farm in the middle of nowhere and never have to worry about the fate of humanity again. Never having to put their own needs to the sidelines while they battle the next big thing. 

But this time, the big villain was his husband…ex husband. 

Steve's chest heaves as he holds the shield right above Tony's arc reactor, ready to kill him at any moment.

Sure, Steve should have told Tony that Bucky killed his parents the second he knew. But he knew Tony would react badly so he figured it would be better to keep it a secret than hurt his feelings. And now Steve was just inches from killing his former partner. 

Maybe if Bucky never came back. Maybe then things would be different. And maybe Tony was right when he told Steve it's because Bucky is an omega. Steve always wanted to be with an omega but when he met Tony he gave up on that dream. 

But the dream just went dormant, it never left. Like a fire still burning against all odds. No matter how much Steve tried to put it out, it continued to burn. It showed him shadows of what his life could be as the perfect traditional alpha with his perfect traditional omega. And when Bucky came back around, the shadows started to look more and more like his past love. Taunting him. 

He tried to remind himself that he already had a husband and a son. That he needed to think about his family. But no amount of sand could put the fire out. And in moments of weakness, he huddled around it. Lavishing in its warmth and glow.

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Tony closes his eyes. Images of Peter in funeral black crying over his casket intruded into his mind. But he managed to push that possible future away by remembering one of the moments of quiet. 

Tony and Steve decided to take Peter to the beach one day. Well it was mainly Tony's idea. This was back when he was worried about being the perfect father and making sure that Peter could still live a normal life/childhood. Peter was just a baby back then and in retrospect, the two fathers had very little idea of what they were doing.

The idea of a beach trip came to Tony as he was watching “The Real Omegas of NYC”. One of the couples took their kids to the beach and the kids seemed to be having a lot of fun. Tony did some research. Looked up all the things to do with your kid at the beach. Everything he could possibly need to bring. He planned everything out, but he didn’t want to look like he was trying too hard. He wanted it to look like it came to him naturally and once the two fathers had a day off together, Tony brought up the idea of going to a beach.

The sea breeze pushing through Steve's blonde hair. Steve's goofy smile as he tried to make a sand castle with Peter. Tony going through the logistics of how to make the best sandcastle that could withstand the eventual rising tide.

There were no villains. No monsters. No aliens. No secret organization trying to take over the world. It was just them. And it was happy. 

“I'm not going to do it” is all Steve says as he gets off Tony and walks back to Bucky.

Tony wishes he did. 

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I will go back to writing about fanfiction and fandom culture soon!! I am currently working on an auxiliary text about exploitation and the illusion of choice in capitalism which will be posted before part 3.

Thank you everyone for the kind words and the support! :)

[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.

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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.

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[superscrub323]

If the gods were somehow made obligated and/or bored enough to partake in the human world of taxes and rent: what occupations would they have? It can be several of you can’t think of one

I think I answered this question but luckily for you all I don't mind answering again with new and different gods and giving clarification to more specific answers so...

Zeus: When you are thunder and lightning in a bottle I imagine getting into the energy industry seems like an obvious fit, plus it'll allow him to generate the billions, maybe trillions of dollars necessary to avoid the inevitable lawsuits from his interactions with mortals.

Hera: Wedding Planner, also she'd be good at it and learn about this new thing called no fault divorce and cry a tear of joy and also throw in divorce attorney to help with her domain and bring in the big bucks.

Demeter: Obvious? Yes? But no less appropriate. She'd be into farming and agriculture and probably turning deserts into lush land.

Hestia: The Ultimate Bed and Breakfast Experience! It'll be the coziest place every made on mortal land!

Poseidon: The Sea is a treasure trove of vast unexplored treasures but Poseidon would probably open a fishery and a professional deep sea diving company to recover lost treasure. Which considering he'd know where every sunken treasure ship is would be helpful in the inevitable lawsuits.

Hades: Well Hades would probably laugh at the idea of mortal kind charging him rent for his home but if he wanted to live up top with Persephone (at Demeter's insistence no doubt) he'd probably open a funeral home with her and it would have the best caskets and flower arrangements ever.

Apollo: *Okay Scrub keep the Apollo jokes to a minimum* Okay! Apollo would probably be an artist and musician, sing to sold out crowds who would flock to see him sing, writing masterful poetry that would make people cry, and attracting horde of fangirls...until the one girl that doesn't want him comes along and one thing leads to another he's embroiled in lawsuits *No! bad Scrub!*

Artemis: Either a Women's Self-Defense Boot Camp or a Hunting Community where she teaches how to ethically hunt to cull populations of certain species.

Ares: Several jobs come to mind, a MMA or Boxing Prize Fighter (he'd be eager to show people why it's called MARtial artS), A Self Defense instructor that is for some reason really popular with women, Military or Security Service. There's a lot he can do...but he'd probably stick with Military.

Athena: Hmm, she'd be weaving the latest fashions, teaching several college courses on Philosophy, Mathematics, and Government, and being an female UFC Champion at the sametime and it would fit.

Hermes: The Ultimate Delivery Company, would pretty much be able to ship anything, anywhere, at anytime and be really popular. I can also see him getting into professional racing.

Aphrodite: Okay! Several choices, Modeling, both professional and Instagram, seems obvious as does acting. The sex industry however is an unsung choice she'd probably gravitate towards. God help the publishers who don't rank her the top of whatever list she's on. Their bodies will never be found.

Hephaestus: Robotics, Engineering, Metallurgy, he'd make things that would make Tony Stark jealous and put Elon Musk out of business (which is always a good thing).

Dionysus: Oh he'd have the ultimate nightclub that's an escape room designed by Ariadne on the weekends. Every wine would make a 1000 dollar bottle of Grand Cru taste like month old grape juice.

Heracles: He'd own the Ultimate Gym with Hebe managing the female clientele and get really into Mr. Olympia Competitions and Bodybuilding and Strongman (and wow the world by somehow being good at both at the same time).

Alright the Primary Olympians (and Heracles) are taken care off. Let's move on to some lesser know deities.

Phobos and Deimos: While they'd no doubt be tempted to get into warfare with their dad like the Greek Days, they'd learn about horror movies and haunted house and be like "We Ballin!". There movies however would be so scary that after they'd sent their test audiences into therapy they'd have to tone them down to actually sell them. Which would suck for them but they'd make a tidy living being horror movie directors and haunted house experts.

Harmonia: Probably a non-profit charity that goes to helping the under privileged and marginalized. More than likely gets into a few fights with the police while protest which in turn leads to Ares and/or Aphrodite bailing her out and being proud of her.

Eros II and Psyche plus the Erotes: Dating App developers. They'd probably make the ultimate website and dating app to help people meet each other and build lasting connections...and also ban Apollo, Zeus, and Poseidon after the mountain of complaints.

Enyo and Eris: Gang Leaders. Eris would be a thief, hacker, and all around saboteur for those who can afford to pay her fee (or give her something that would spark strife for at least a month). Enyo however would be into the crimes that involve her getting her hands dirty with blood and broken bones but would love assassinations the most and weapon dealing. Occasionally hired by Ares during military operations as their skills are invaluable even if they're livewires.

Eileithyia: The Ultimate Midwife! Probably working at a hospital owned by Asclepius.

Leto: Childcare and child rearing and she'd be damn good at it. Shakes her head and nods whenever Apollo gets into trouble but since Zeus usually bails him out doesn't complain that much.

[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.

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[mr-tony-stark]

Tony smiled.  “Oh, I thought you were talking from experience,” he teased.  “Well I guess we’ll wait and see.  Maybe one day we will actually be an old married couple and we can compare it to now.”

Tony nodded. “I really doubt we’ll get papparazi out here much.  We’re so far from anything.  Like maybe one or two wanting to grab a photo of Tony Stark’s new home, but I think they’d more likely fly across or use a drone and I can make something to deal with that.  It’s fans I’m more worried about.  Like imagine some drunk college kids at college a few hours away thinking they might try an sneak on the Barton/Stark farm.  Or an uber stalker tracking us down.  Better to be safe than sorry there.” 

He pulled out his phone and made a note.  “I’ll sort that out.”

“I don’t know, it’s just a saying,” he spoke honesty and chuckles shaking his head slightly. Hearing his words about pizza made his mouth water. That is the only reason he hated it out here, no restaurant bought pizza. And especially New York pizza.

“Yeah I think that could be smart. I remember when we where out getting ice cream that even then a lot of paparazzi found us, would like to not have that happen around our home,” he spoke honestly. “And yeah. I think we should hire someone to look after the horse when we go in to town, and when we get more animals aswell they can’t be alone for days,” he spoke and nodded.

[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.

[themculibrary]

War Masterlist

2:58AM vignettes (ao3) - thestarsarebrighter steve/bucky E, 18k

Summary: Literally just a series of little snapshot vignettes- explicit sex. It's basically just porn ;) Set during the war.

a star in another sky (ao3) - neonheartbeat peggy/steve, bucky/natasha E, 202k

Summary: It’s the fall of 1949, and Margaret Carter, in the midst of founding S.H.I.E.L.D., gets a visit one evening that changes everything: however, reconciling is not as easy as it might seem, and this is not quite the man she remembers from the war.

Burning With a Deadly Heat (ao3) - Fyre peggy/steve T, 81k

Summary: Howard Stark never stopped looking for Captain America, but no one ever expected Stark to find him.

Claimed by the Warmonger (ao3) - sayah1112 steve/tony E, 68k

Summary: Steve Rogers is a simple farm boy turned foot soldier who has lost everything to the war that has ravaged his country. Expecting to die in battle, no one is more surprised than Steve when he wakes up and finds that he has been taken captive by the enemy. He's even more shocked to discover that one act of bold defiance has garnered the attention of none other than the leader of the enemy army. Instead of dying for his insolence... he has been claimed by the IronWarmonger. But why does he seem so familiar?

Collected Letters (1930-1943) (ao3) - brokentoy, triedunture steve/bucky T, 16k

Summary: The collected private correspondence—unedited, uncensored—of Steven Rogers, later known as Captain America, and his longtime companion, James B. Barnes, spanning the years from childhood to World War II.

Draft Pick (ao3) - asgardianavenger G, 3k

Summary: The United States joined the war, and that left many young men stuck with the decision to join the military or wait to get drafted. Bucky doesn't like either option.

Five Supersoldiers Walk Into a Bar (ao3) - bittercape T, 6k

Summary: He spots him through the binoculars, far away and disappearing fast. Logan is, more than anything, a hunter. He knows how to watch, and he watches the sniper moving away, after a single well-placed shot. He moves just like Barnes did. Everyone has a particular way of moving, if you know how to watch. And Logan, as mentioned, knows how to watch.

Logan knows it cannot be him, knows he died, falling from a train. No normal human could survive that. And yet …

He drops down from the watchtower. He’ll catch hell for this, sure. But he has to know.

Lovers in War (ao3) - Shatterpath peggy/steve M, 13k

Summary: There is so much more to the tale of Peggy and Steve; their tale of love and war, of laughter and loss, of pleasure and pain. The more I watched their movie, the more I saw. That seeing became this.

We pick up with our heroes on the night after Steve has returned to camp with the liberated POWs. Hold on tight!

Pianissimo (ao3) - Odsbodkins E, 15k

Summary: Steve and Bucky from the 30s to 1945. Inspired by an Avengerkink prompt about Steve and Bucky hiding their relationship.

Storm (ao3) - MoreThanSlightly (cadignan) bucky/peggy/steve E, 10k

Summary: “Perhaps you’re worth the trouble after all,” Peggy tells Bucky, and he grins. They’ve developed a cautious, teasing relationship. Steve is absurdly grateful that they tolerate each other at all. He fantasizes, sometimes, that they might even like each other in the same way that he likes—

“God, Sergeant Barnes, if this place has hot water, I’ll kiss you.”

The Fourth Realm (ao3) - Shinigami24 steve/bucky G, 7k

Summary: A child's imagination creates a whole new world with war and domination across four realms.

there’s nothing left of you (ao3) - notallbees steve/bucky, peggy/steve, bucky/omc E, 22k

Summary: Bucky’s having a hard time reconciling Captain America with the friend he left behind in Brooklyn. It’s bad enough that every time he closes his eyes he sees the inside of a torture chamber. Now, every time he opens them again, he sees a stranger with Steve Rogers’ eyes and smile.

This is Why We Don’t Do Boats (ao3) - Reioka howard/maria G, 909

Summary: Maria doubted she'd ever make it to France, with the way Howard was steering the boat.

Timeless: A Love That Defied the Years (ao3) - Naughtyavengers steve/tony, pepper/natasha M, 70k

Summary: Steve Rogers and Tony Stark’s love story begins in the shadows of post-war 1947, where a chance meeting in a hidden club changes their lives forever. Tony, a brilliant industrialist with a sharp wit and a hidden heart, helps the wounded soldier Steve rebuild his life. Together, they navigate the challenges of being two men in love in a world that isn’t ready to accept them.

to memory now I can’t recall (ao3) - Etharei steve/bucky E, 102k

Summary: While on a mission storming a HYDRA facility, James Buchanan Barnes touches one of the many strange alien devices collected by the Red Skull. He does this, in fact, twice— in the past, and in the future.

Next thing he knows, Bucky Barnes is opening his eyes in the 21st century, which is full of great gadgets and coffee, and at least includes his old pal Steve. (And, inexplicably, a different Stark.) Meanwhile, the Winter Soldier finds himself in the middle of World War Two, helping Captain America hunt down HYDRA (which is at least familiar), pretending to be Bucky Barnes (which is not), and figuring out the very noisy group of soldiers who call themselves the Howling Commandos.

You’d Be So Nice To Come Home To (ao3) - EmilianaDarling steve/bucky, peggy/steve E, 26k

Summary: “What about you, Barnes?” asks Dugan. The sound of his voice brings Bucky back to the present, dredges him out of memories of a beat-up little apartment with sunlight streaming in through the windows. “Got yourself a girl waiting for you back home?”

There’s an answer on the tip of his tongue, one that he’ll deliver with a cocky grin and a half-laugh and a little shake of his head. But Bucky is exhausted and hungry and so sore it hurts to move, and one of the guys in their platoon fucking died yesterday. His mouth tastes like iodine water and his feet hurt and none of it’s going to get better any time soon, and all at once Bucky misses Steve so badly he can barely see straight.

“Yeah,” Bucky declares abruptly, the word escaping from his mouth before he fully realizes what he’s saying. “Yeah, I do.”

[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.

[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.

*

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