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websterss · 6 months ago

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A/N: Hope you enjoy it! MASTERLIST | PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4

It had been the middle of the night. Peter didn’t know how long he had been running for. The eerie trees caused his heart to increase in beats. The more he ran forward, the more he began to realize that he was going deeper into the woods. Sweat ran down his forehead all the way to his neck.

Peter knew the reasons why he was running. He couldn’t stay in that orphanage any longer, the scratchy sheets and hard matted beds. The rude staff, and the scary mistress who runs the place. He could no longer bear it. No longer could he tolerate being called a freak. The mistress locked him in the basement. She noticed how he scratched up the floorboards last time, which resulted in him not getting to eat supper. It was madness there. Which is why he ran, he ran with no actual idea where he was going.

Peter stopped short as he ran out of breath. He held himself up with a tree for support. He could slowly feel it again. The effect of the moon shining down on him. He couldn’t control himself when the change happened. It began when he was around five. He was hard enough to control his shift as it was. His mom and dad were always there to help him when he was scared. Ever since the house fire, he’s had a hard time. There weren’t any parents to reassure him anymore. “No, no, no. Please, please, not again.” He pleaded as he groaned in pain. The more he resisted the more it hurt. “Ahhh.” He greeted his teeth as he hunched over.

If anyone were to pass by they would see a little boy in pain, not the thing he was about to turn into.

“Ahhh.” He growled as he arched back and looked up to the moon. His eyes now a golden amber. He then took off again.

Tony Stark was a man of many things. A genius if some would. A fearless leader to some. An alpha. His way of reasoning to become an alpha was not something he liked to talk about. You become one from being true, or you end up taking it from the one who was before. Tony could have taken his power, but he refused to go down the same path his own father did. In the end, his power was all-natural.

“How long do you think they’ll be fine?” Tony sat in his back porch hands behind his head. His backyard leading towards the woods where his pack was out wandering the night.

As he said that four howls could be heard. Tony let out an exaggerated sigh. “Gosh, I have to do everything around here.” He got up from his chair and leaned over to Pepper. “Be back for dinner hun, gotta go show these youngsters whose alpha.” He joked. With that, he took off in a sprint.

“Be careful!” He heard over his shoulder.

He went deeper into the woods turning and avoiding stumps and logs like the back of his hand. He slowed his pace when he smelt his pack near. Curiosity definitely got the better of him when he noticed some of his members trying to contain someone in their hold. Harley, one of his newer additions came up to him in a hurry.

“Tony you have to come quick!” He began tugging him by his sleeve.

Various voices of his pack calling out different things at once.

“Tony.”

“Thank god!”

“You have to see this.”

“He’s out of control man!”

“Where’d he even come from?”

“Tony!”

“He’s a beta!” Harley smiled excitedly.

“Everyone quiet!” He spoke out in an authoritative voice.

He made his way to the front of this circle and was surprised to see that it was only a child. A very frightened one.

“Head back home everyone, Harley stay with me.” No one wasted a second to leave the three of them.

Once Tony was sure they were all gone he turned back to the boy who was still shifted. His eyes a bright blood red. Peter’s heart picked up. He was an alpha.

“I-I can’t…control it.” He groaned out.

“That’s okay. It’s okay.” Tony spoke softly. “What’s your name kid?”

“P-Peter. Parker.” Peter tried to even out his breathing but it was no use.

“Tony Stark…you’ve always had a hard time controlling your shift?” Peter nodded yes. “Mom and dad never teach you?”

“They died.” Peter closed his eyes tightly shut. He curled his claws into his palm.

Tony noticed this and reached a hand out to stop him. He uncurled the boy’s hand and noticed the indented prints on his palm.

“Does it always work?”

“S-Sometimes. P-Pain reminds me I’m still me.”

“Ever try a mantra?”

“Mantra?” Peter kept his eyes shut.

“Like a saying. Wanna try one, it might help.” Peter hesitated then immediately nodded his head.

“Okay repeat after me…The sun, the moon, the truth.”

“The sun, the moon, the truth….”

“Good again.” Tony smiled gently.

“The sun, the moon, the truth….”

“Again.”

“The sun, the moon, the truth….”

“One more time…”

“The sun, the moon, the truth….” Slowly one by one Peter’s claws, fangs, ears, and eyes began to retract, and turn back to normal. “The sun, the moon...” Peter’s breath evened out and he slowly opened his eyes to reveal his coffee brown ones.

“There he is!” Tony nodded proudly of him.

“What does that mantra mean?”

“I don’t know. A friend let me borrow it. The mantra is supposed to help calm down. The sun, the moon and the truth, represent the three things that cannot long be hidden. It’s a good calming exercise so you don’t lash out…and from the looks of it, it worked!”

“Trust me it works.” Harley reassures him.

Peter nodded and looked from Harley to the man in front of him.

“Why were you in the woods? Were you running?”

“Yeah.” Peter looked down at his lap.

“You got a pack kid? Anything on you perhaps?”

“N-No I don’t even have a birth certificate. Everything I had was destroyed in the house fire.” Peter looks at his lap.

“Well, you won’t have to worry about that much longer kid.” Tony stands up with Harley.

“Oh lordy, where are my manners? Kid, Harley.” He bops Harley on the head. “Harley meet Peter Parker.”

“Hi.” Peter accepts Harley’s hand. Peter begins to dust off the dirt and ground off his shorts and tank top.

“Hey.”

“Looks like you’re in need of an upgrade. Nothing a little shopping can’t fix.” Tony shrugs it off like it’s nothing. Peter looks up amazed. “How about a new set of clothes? Shoes, hats. You like hats, kid? Harley has like five.”

“T-Thank you.” Peter whispers.

Tony can see that the poor kid is about to cry.

“Don’t mention it. Come on kids, it’s getting late, two young betas don’t need to be out this late in the woods. You don’t know what’s out there.” Tony put his arms around the two boys and ushered them in front of him.

Peter felt this ease inside of him. A new feeling of comfort, security, and safety. Maybe things would turn out to be better. The three walked in silence until Harley turned his head to look at him.

“You like Star Wars?”

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thehyperfixationspeedrunner · 3 months ago

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The Batfam Case

Sooo, I started watching batfam posts on tiktok, decided for funsis to try to understand the lore. It's been two days, I'm too invested I'm about to infodump you what I know and I may pass from tiktok to tumblr.

RULES:

I cannot search any question that I have, everything has to come naturally on my fyp

Non of y'all can say anything, if I say the wrongest shit ever you're not correcting me

DISCLAMER:

I don't know shit about DC. I watched a single movie and that is lego batman. No series, no comics, nada and I will not be watching until I crack this shit, so yeah, my facts may be super wrong.

I will start with characters analysis in this structure: name - vigilante persona(s) - age - personality/ general backstory - love interest(s). This will be followed by the events that I know of in chronological order (years will not be included, I'm not that much of a mad woman, instead they will be put in different Robin eras).

Ed3: I've decided that at the end of each day I will edit the original post with the mark: Ed(day number), I will not erase anything but I will scratch. I will also be adding parentage as a category in the characters (that goes from biological to emotional and their life status)

Ed4: don't know where else to put this but DC apparently stands for Detective Comics and Batman is considered the best detective of his time.

Ed6: I'm going to put a separator here because this post is getting toooo long. Also I feel like I should add, the villains have an habit of calling the Robins "little bird".

Ed15: Last update people, I'm gonna start actually getting into this (if you can give me recomendations for what to watch that would be awesome)

CHARACTERS:

Bruce Wayne

Vigilante persona: Batman

Age: DILF

General background: apparently has two personalities, I thought he was just Broody all the time, but apparently, he is also a nonalcoholic version of Tony Stark (at least I'm pretty sure he's not an alcoholic) (Ed15: he isn't, he doesn't drink so he can be alert), genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist and all of that jazz (Ed4: has been a victim of the so called "toxic comic bros" who just want him to beat people up, because he's batman and he has a deep voice and he doesn't show emotion, when in reality he's really family orientated and would literally do anything for his kids and he learned how to show it verbally/physically throughout the years of robins, thanks for coming to my ted talk) (Ed15: there is also "Brucie", who is his persona to the public that is just fucking flirty and bold)

Love interests: Damian's mom? Idk apparently he has game (another thing I was not expecting of batman) (Ed3: superman, those two have definitely fucked, I saw a scene of an animated series that had batman on top of superman and it was raining and superman had the most bedroom eyes I have ever seen) (Ed15: the current one seems to be a Selins, which now that I think about it, isn't she one of Jason's many mother figures)

Parentage: Biologically, don't know their names, they were rich, they are dead (and maybe involved in an organised crime? Still have to fact check this one). Emotionally, Alfred

Richard Grayson

Vigilante personas: OG Robin/nightwing

Age: grown ass man

General background: sunshine incarnation, smiling while threatening someone to kill their entire family kinda person, hot as fuck, flexible as shit (advantages of having gymnasts parents), oh yeah, grew up in a circus, dead parents (oopsie daisy, the trauma needed to start somewhere I guess), also his nickname is Dick? Who chooses that nickname? (Ed4: very overlooked trauma, mainly because of the sunshine energy, oldest sibling syndrome, probably had some kind of burnout at the age of 15/16) (Ed15: I think he got amnesia at some point? And he's Romani, cool)

Love interest(s): someone named starfire (?) (Ed3: I now know who starfire is and apparently their those annoying couples that are always breaking up and coming back together), also there's this red head that is connected to flash because his suit is an ugly version of flash's, I think (Ed3) his name is Wally?, idk if he's a friend or something else (or he could be starfire, who knows) (Ed3: his name is indeed Wally and he was a childhood friend and maybe a bit more but it doesn't matter because he's dead and their last conversation was a fight. ✨️Trauma and Drama✨️) (Ed4: There's also Barbara apparently (the only thing in my mind is the audio "name a more inconic duo that a twink and a red head") and a girl named Zatanna)

Parentage: Biologically, they were acrobatics and acrobated to their deaths (this word is going to be common in this section). Emotionally, Bruce and Alfred. Legally, maybe Bruce, I mean the kid was a child when he became Robin, who was his legal guardian? (Ed4: apparently Dick was just Bruce's ward :(, he never adopted him)

Jason Todd

Vigilante personas: ex-Robin/Redhood (Ed3: maybe phoenix, still trying to decide if that's true or not)

Age: another grown ass man

General background: happy, naive and cute when young (Ed15: and apparently a street kid) /instead of unplugging and plugging his life back in he decides to do a whole factory reset/ basically batman's personality but without the morals part, also hot as fuck (jesus christ, how can a drawing be so hot), from what I understand, he's the fandom's sad little meow meow (Ed6: he wears a mask under his helmet. I feel like that's important information and he's the only one who can cook (besides Alfred))

Love interest: Roy (Green lantern's kid, who is apparently named Oliver (Ed6: apparently there is another green lantern named Hal???? That is not important to the batfam but i feel like I should mention it) and is also a billionaire. The more you know) and they have a child! I don't their name or gender but batman's a grandpa! (Ed4: Her name is Lain :D)(Ed3: Honorary mention to the girl who he said he had to go to a funeral to escape a date) (Ed15: someone named Artemis, that (and this is a big shot in the dark) is a bow and arrow kinda hero)

Parentage: Biologically, no fucking idea (Ed4: I think Jason had a semi-decent relationship with his father. Also I'm pretty sure that Talia is(Ed6) his mom and she sold him to Joker, which draaammmaa (Ed6: pretty sure that title actually goes to Shelia)) (Ed15: his fahter is named Willis and he was arrested at some point). Emotionally, Bruce, Alfred and apparently he has like 5 mother figures including Damian's mom (Ed6: one of them is named Selina (she's nice 👍) and there's a Shelia who I'm not sure is biologically his momEd15 and a Catherine (she's also nice) and a Nocturna (not sure if this is just the vigilante name of one I've mentioned before)). Legally, again who was his legal guardian if not Bruce? (Ed4: I'm pretty convinced that he was adopted by him) (Ed6: his step mom died of overdose, which damn)

Barbara (Ed3: Gordon)

Vigilante personas: bat girl/Oracle????????? (Ed3: my questions have been answered, she is the Oracle)

Age: pretty sure she's around the same age as Jason (Ed4: considering recent developments, I'm going to believe she's around Dick's age)

General background: I barely know shit about her, I know she's a hacker and I think she has some kind of motor disability (this is a big shot in the dark) (Ed3: but a fucking correct one, I was right bitches) (Ed4: she seems like the one holding the brain cell 90% of the time and I know she's ti-red of this train wreck of a family. Gonna say it here because I have no idea when it happens but I have this theory that she was batgirl until she suffered an accident(in or out of the job) that affected her legs, amking the vigilante shit hard, so she decides to go behind the scenes and becomes Oracle)

Love interest: no idea, but if she's free I don't mind stepping in (Ed4: this people love incest bc her and Dick were a thing) (Ed6: apparently my baby has no other love interest besides Dick 😔✊️ (Ed15: lies there is someone called Kory))

Parentage: Biologically, no idea. Emotionally: Bruce, Alfred and that's all I know (there are very few people talking about my girl, seriously people step up)

Tim Drake

Vigilante personas: ex-Robin/Red Robin

Age: late teen/young adult (Ed15: forever 17 )

General background: literal physcopath, too smart for his trembling morals, literal gremlin, a little shit, Tired all the fucking time, already a child of rich people before becoming another one of Bruce's children, I'm pretty sure his parents were alive when he became Robin (they didn't stay alive for long, but it's progress) (Ed4: I think at some point he may have been Joker Jr??? Wtf???(Ed6: I'm super confused because one video said it wasn't cannon and the next one used it as if it was))

Love interest: I don't know if my boy has time for them (Ed3: a superboy I forgot his name, I'll have to go through my reblogs for info (update I was thinking of the wrong Wayne-Kent relationship, I have no idea this guy's name), also apparently he had a thing with Stephanie? Incest, much) (Ed4: apparently he's in a poly ship because, besides the Kent kid (whose name is Kon btw) he also has a thing with some kid named Bernard)

Parentage: Biologically, they're rich and were killed by Boomerang. Emotionally, Bruce, Alfred. Legally, I will ask the same question once again WHO THE FUCK IS THIS KID'S LEGAL GUARDIAN?? (Ed4: I'm almost certain that Bruce adopts him)

Stephanie (Ed3: Brown)

Vigilante personas: ex-Robin(hilarious)/Spoiler (what kind of name is this)

Age: probably not much younger than Tim

General background: no fucking idea, (Ed4) I just need to point out how fucking hilarious it is that the other Robins were all young boys with black hair and then a blonde girl just shows up one day with the costum and everyone rolls with it (Ed4: she's another gremlin together with Tim and I know if those two are left alone for five minutes they will start world domination. Also she starts drama for the hell of it.)

Love interest: she gives me bi vibes, idk what else to tell you (Ed3: I'll repeat the incest with Tim) (Ed4: Cass :D, I love that for them (Steph, is your kink incest?))

Parentage: I don't know and I'm getting ultraged by the lack of content the girls have, seriously people (Ed15: her dad was an acoholic super villain who wanted Steph to follow his footsteps, but she said no and became Spoiler to stop him, you go queen.)

Damien Wayne(?) (Ed3)

Vigilante persona: Robin

Age: tween (Ed15: technically he's 14)

General background: he has a sword? I need to start with this, a trained assassin (I'll repeat he is a tween (I think)), the child of the family, has everyone wrapped around his little finger, Bruce's bio child (Ed3: the one who is most likely to kill someone, a wild fact considering he's the youngest one, also he has fangs???? For some reason? And people call him hell spawn so there is some history here, also he has a bunch of animals and I just love that) (Ed4: was a prince before he came here, that's all I have to add)

Love interest: he's a child (Ed3: another superkid, the Waynes have a type, his name is Jon)

Parentage: Biologically, Bruce and this Talia woman (and they are both alive, shocker I know) (Ed15: also his grandfather is a super villain named "Ra's" that uses the Lazarus pit to be imortal. Fun.). Emotionally, Alfred.

Cass(andra?(Ed3)) Last Name Unknown (Ed3: Cain)

Vigilante persona: still looking for it (Ed3: black bat) (Ed15: and orphan... wow)

Age: teen, I think (Ed3)

General background: another one I barely know shit about, she's deaf, she gives me sassy little girl vibes (Ed3: she is some kind of Michael from the Naturals (where are my 3 the natural fans at?)) (Ed4: she's a sneaky little bitch who need no weapon, just her two fists, super quiet, but super deadly) (Ed15: she was homeless at some point, which for some point it is not a knew trope here. Also, is she really deaf or not, because I saw a cannon vs fannon video about her and the fannon signed, but the cannon spoke clearly, was she born deaf or a result of an accident? Is she even completely deaf?)

Love interest: no fucking idea man (Ed4: Steph :D, idk why but I love this idea so much I don't even care if it's not canon, it's canon to me)

Parentage: speaking again about the lack of content about women (Ed4: still less close, just know that she has mommy and daddy issues, so they're probably not great) (Ed6: her mother (Ed15: and her name is Shiva) sold her to someone who made her into a killing machine. Tense.)

(Ed3: the whole duke section is new, my bad I knew nothing about him)

Duke Thomas

Vigilante persona: signal

Age: teen

General background: he seems like a genuine calm nice guy, it's a contrast from the rest of the family (Ed15: apparently he's insanely smart and good with riddles and so fucking cool. Also he has the power to manipulate light, which is so fucking cool)

Love interest: not that I know of (Ed15: I'm pretty sure that he has a girlfriend, but her name is unknown)

Parentage: Biologically, I'm pretty sure they're dead but that's not new (Ed15: they're not dead. They are however in a asylum with their minds fucked up because of whatever "joker toxin" is, idk what's worse honestly). Emotionally, Bruce and Alfred. Legally, I have given up on the question by this point (Ed4: also pretty sure Bruce adopts him)

Alfred (Ed4: Pennyworth)

Vigilante persona: I don't think he has one, but I wouldn't be surprised if he did

Age: old

General background: incarnation of "terrifying calmness", I don't think there's much more to say really, excellent cook, insaaaannnneeee lore (Ed15: apparently he's not a good person in cannon??? He has a daughter but abandons her to take care of Bruce, convinces the Robins to become vigilantes while Bruce just wants for them to have a normal childhood, was the one who made the "good soldier" memorial (yes, I know about that, so much known lore, I'm practically a master) and Bruce actually wanted it taken down)

Love interest: THE QUEEN OF ENGLAN?????? FOR SOME GOD FORSAKEN REASON

Parentage: he had a sister (or daughter) and her name is Julia but they don't have the best relationship

Shout out to the guy in a yellow bat suit, I just saw you in pictures, but I will find out your name. Also there's a kid named Duke, I think he is gonna be Damien's replacement

(Ed3: lmao who's tell past me, also gonna add the name Domino here, I saw it somewhere I'm not even sure if it's a super hero or a villain name)

(Ed4: adding another name to the "I heard this once but I feel like they're important" pool: Ortiz, they're the love interest of someone, I feel like is Duke but there were no context clues; Kate Kane, aka Batwoman, will make a character analysis when I have more information than name/vigilante name)

(Ed6: another one to the pool. His name is Terry and he is barely mentioned in the fandom. Also Slade, he's a villain and has beef with every single Robin. And a guy named Lex that every single one of the batfam hates, he has the opposite company of WI and he may or may not be a supervillain. Someone help me there are three batgirls. And I saw a post where Jason called Cass his "big sister". I'm gonna cry)

(Ed15: Thee is more. :D Her name is Helena and I'm pretty sure she's Bruce and Selina's bio!daughter and her super hero name is huntress. I would like to also add Jarro. Jarro is a Robin. Jarro is also a starfish. Live laugh love Jarro.)

EVENTS IN CHRONOLOGICAL ORDER

Pre-Robin

Dick living happily with his parents in a circus at the age of 8

Parents die in front of him (and Burce, I think)

Picks up a costum and start beating criminals twice his size

Dick Robin era

Batman's like "someone needs to put that kid under control. No one volunteers? Okay, I'll do it. No, there's no need to insist I'll do it." That or they keep having encounters until Batman gets attached. (Ed3)

Mentor/mentee shenanigans

Boom Dick's too old, no idea if he just leaves the title, gives it up to Jason or Bruce just says he likes them young (Ed3: the most hilarious option won)

(Ed6:Jason is homeless because his step mom died of and overdose)

Also no idea how Jason got himself in the middle of this mess. (Ed3: why the hell am I still clueless about this?) (Ed4: apparently he tried to steal the tires of a batmobile and that's how they met? Amazing I love it) Anyways,

Jason Robin era

Somewhere in the middle of all of this Dick becomes nightwing

More mentor/mentee shenanigans

(Ed4: Dick goes to space on a mission)

(Ed3: Jason decides to go rogue and look for his mother, which, somehow, leads to:)

Jason dies (like really dies, he got buried and everything) by the hands of Joker (Ed3: with a crowbar, very important information, but seriously, that's violent as fuck) D: (Ed4: because Jason's mother (that may or may not be Talia) (Ed15) sells him out)

Batman almost kills Joker :D

Superman stops him D:

Anyways, Batman goes batshit crazy

(Ed4: Dick comes back from space to a dead brother, an angered dad and a random stalker (read Tim) asking him to come back as Robin)

Tim - superhero stalker - notices and becomes the Robin that steps up 💪 (by this I mean he blackmails Bruce into becoming Robin)

Tim Robin era

(Ed3: Tim and Dick have hallucinations of Jason? For some reason?)

(Ed4: Joker decides that it is a good idea to taunt Nightwing with Jason's death. He was wrong, Nightwing beats him to death, as he should)

Jason comes back from the dead, because... of an act of God? Idk, (Ed4) but guess who's back, back again (Ed4: apparently there's something called "Lazarus Pit", that's what he uses, whatever the fuck that is, wasn't Lazarus the friend of Jesus that he literally ressure- oh wait I'm seeing a pattern here. Who knew that knowing the bible was gonna be useful here)

Jason is used as a weapon against batman (still trying to verify the truth of this one)

Jason becomes a crime lord that takes down other crime lords aka Redhood

(Ed3: Jason beats the shit out of Tim in a Robin costume to prove that he's the better Robin and when he asks half-dead-Tim about it he just says no? Wild shit and I love this)

Even more mentor/mentee shenanigans

Batman dies???????

Tim tries to bring him back (intrepert that however you want) (Ed15: and that interpretation is that Batman is lost in the "timestream". Whatever the fuck that means (Actually I'm very curious, I love different takes on how time works in different universes))

(Ed15: in this time he also fucks with the League of assassins (super villain league lead by Ra's Al Ghaul (aka Damian's grandpa)) and they fuck back because apparently that man sends a woman to rape Tim so he can have a new heir because Damian was not on their side anymore??? wtf????, also they took his spleen, somehow, I need to say this arc seems very concerning)

Tim gets replaced by Damien who just shows up at their doorstep one day I guess (Ed3: somehow Stephanie Robin era happens between this two but I'm still trying to figure out how when where or why) (Ed4: still not sure how it happens but I now know it lasted a week)

Damien Robin era

Tim manages to bring batman back (seriously, was it a "he's not really dead kinda situation", did he perform some satanic ritual, what happened?) (Ed15) But not his position, hey yo!

Tim gets promoted to red Robin, which from what I understood is basically Dick's Robin (which is cute, full circle moment)

Father/son bonding time through fighting crime

(Ed3: Jason retires from Redhood? Not sure how true this is)

(Ed3: Also, gotta mention this incidents even though I have no idea when they are

STEPHANIE, DAMIEN AND TIM ALL DIE AT SOME POINT? WHAT IS IT WITH THIS FAMILY AND DYING)

Where is Stephanie's era you may ask? Idk I know she's on the younger side so she couldn't have been Dick's replacement and I am pretty sure about the other changes of Robins and I think she's older than Damien so she couldn't have been his replacement. (Ed3: still very unsure on this part) (Ed4)

Will keep you guys updated

Ed3: I feel like the more information I have the more confusing it gets

Ed4: I swear I must sound like this in this post:

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rmoonstoner · 2 years ago

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Poisoned Empanadas

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Pairing:

Moon Knight (Jake Lockley) x Spider!fem!reader

Spider-Man 2099 (Miguel O'Hara) x Spider!fem!reader

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18+

Warnings:

Violence, strong language, mentions of death, mentions of depression, sexual themes, warnings may change.

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Summary:

You move out of the old house at your friend's request. It's a very short chapter.

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Chapter 2 - Empanadas de Santa Rita - Chihuahua City, Mexico

A Mexican pastry served in honor of St. Rita every year on May 22. Typically they are sweet and savory at the same time, containing meats, raisins, pecans, butter, garlic and assorted spices, peas, potatoes, and sherry.

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A few months had gone by, with absolutely no word from Jake. You weren't surprised one bit, and had already gone through the process of selling most of your things. It was the big stuff, like your living room furniture, the bedroom set, any tools you had, and other such things too big for a studio apartment that you had your eye on. You even got rid of the car for a nice fat stack of cash. It was fitting that you had sold the car to Hawkeye. He was happy, and claimed that he was going to give it to his wife.

Today you were dropping off a huge bag of clothing to a local shelter. Anything that Gwen or America didn't want, ended up here. You made the old lady's day as she went through the nice and gently used items, all of which Jake had bought for you. After the drop off, you made your way back home the easy way, by web slinging home. By the time you got back, you found Peter standing at your front door.

"Hey! Sorry, I was out dropping off some clothes. You didn't mention that you were coming by." You greeted Peter with a wave and gave him a hug.

"It's alright. I was just on my way to the Sanctum, and I wanted to know if you wanted to accompany me?" He asked with grin.

"Really? You sure you want me to come along? You did mention the doctor hates unexpected guests…" You replied. Peter could see your hesitancy and he held both hands up.

"It's totally okay with Doctor Strange. I asked first, and besides, you're friends with his daughter, so…"

"Does he know-"

"Uh…" Peter looked away sheepishly as he rubbed his neck and laughed.

"Peter! Just because he's an Avenger and the king of the wizards, you can't be telling people my secret identity!"

"I am sorry! He saw you on the roof the last few times, and he wanted to know why I hadn't introduced you to him. Then America let it slip she's your friend, and, so… He kind of figured it out. He's a genius, and has that eidetic memory."

"Oh fantastic, a real Sherlock Holmes type, eh?" You retorted, and he laughed.

"Yeah, so I am sorry…"

"It's fine. Like you said, he probably already knew. I'm not mad."

"Oh good! So, do you need to do anything before we go?"

"I just need to put the washing on the next load of donations, then grab some water."

"Cool!"

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Once at the Sanctum, Peter introduced you to Wong. The man seemed grumpy at first, but after hearing who you were, he changed his tune rather quickly. He made you a tea while Peter left to find the doctor, and the two of you chatted about how Peter basically lived here at the Sanctum since his Aunt and Tony Stark had passed away. He asked about what you did for a living, and you shrugged. You didn't have a paying job, and you lived in your ex boyfriend's house, which you were getting ready to move out of.

Wong seemed impressed that you were taking charge and moving on with your life, which told you that Peter had been blabbing his mouth again. You would have normally been upset by this, but Peter had told you all about who Wong was, what he did, and who he worked with. He was like the other king of the wizards, and Peter claimed he was way nicer than Strange. You found that hard to believe, because both of the wizards had a reputation for being formal hard asses.

Peter ended up coming back with Doctor Strange, and the lad was just talking up a storm as the doctor nodded along while sipping from a steaming mug. The way they looked was adorable, like a son telling their dad all about their day after school, but it was Peter talking about his patrols, while the older man listened intently.

"-And then she flashed him with the lights, kicked the guy in the balls, and he fell off of the roof. I've never seen Sandman go down that fast before! She managed to get him, before he could turn into sand!"

"Oh wow, Peter. That's most impressive." The doctor winced a bit, but he was impressed all the same.

"I take it that this her?" He asked as he motioned towards you. You gave a polite smile and waved.

"Yeah, that's her! You should see her and Gwen work as a team! It's so fun! She's the one making all the weird lights at night." Peter said as he made the same hand motions you did for the lights. You laughed and looked over at the older man who was chuckling softly at Peter's energy.

"Ah, I see. Well, in that case, it's lovely to meet you, young lady. My name is Stephen, but you already knew that, didn't you?"

"Uh, yes, sir, er, uh, doctor."

"Stephen is fine. Any friends of Peter's or America's are welcome to use my first name. Unless, of course, I don't like them." He laughed and held his hand out to you. You took it gently, remembering that Peter had told you the man had delicate hands that had once been crushed.

"Okay, Stephen, it is nice to meet you too. I always wanted to see what America's and Peter's adopted dad was like."

"Oh, well, I-" Stephen seemed flustered when you said adopted dad.

"Oh, he's a good dad. Very supportive of my Spider-Man gig." Peter said as he patted Stephen's shoulder. The man beamed at the praise and kept drinking his tea. You didn't understand why he was known for being snobby, stoic, and rude.

"That's good. Peter talks about you all the time. Says you've saved the world a lot, and kept the spooky magic things at bay." You remarked, and Stephen burst out laughing.

"I suppose that's what I do. It's a new way of saying it though. Oh, I have to talk to ask Wong something. Be right back." Stephen smiled and then excused himself to go talk with Wong for a bit.

They did not come right back.

It was three hours before they did, and by then, America had come home, said hi, then left again for her studies at the Kamar-Taj. You had spent the time playing chess, and had won three to two. When Stephen and Wong came walking in, they looked frustrated. It turned out there had been one of those cosmic fluctuations, and Stephen was telling Peter and you to keep an eye out for anything weirder than normal.

You left soon after, and went back home to grab a nap before patrol later.

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Three weeks later…

Peter and Gwen had convinced you to move out of the house Jake owned. You didn't make it easy for them either. You felt reluctant to leave that house. It had bad memories, but it also held so many good ones with Jake.

You gave the excuse that you couldn't afford to move. The house and utilities were paid for, and you didn't have a paying job to get something new. Peter shut you up so fast by having Stephen and Wong literally coming out at that exact moment and time to offer you a room next to America's and Peter's. You groaned when that happened, because who the hell says no to the Sorcerer Supreme, which was basically your friend's dad?

That gave you a free place to live, free utilities, and free food. That also offered you access to being transported anywhere in the world if you ever wished it, not that you really wanted to unless the others needed you to. You had lost the will to travel after what happened with your ex, but it was nice that the option was there. Living there would gain you security, because there were at least three sorcerers at the Sanctum at any given time, not including Doctor Strange or Wong who were fully aware of your relationship problems.

They even said they could keep Jake from coming in if you gave them some of his hair. That was easy to do, and you did it, mostly because Peter and Gwen said they'd try to kick his ass if he showed up unannounced. You weren't sure if they meant the wizards, or themselves.

Plus your friends were there…

How could you refuse?

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None for now. Again, sorry for the short chapter.

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#spider reader #spider man 2099 #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x fem!reader #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x y/n #mcu moon knight #moon knight #jake lockley #jake lockley x reader #jake lockley x you #jake lockley x fem!reader #jake lockley x y/n

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FIC REC WEEK 50 – ENDGAME

Every True Thing by dirigibleplumbing

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 3,966 Tags: Truth Serum, Reconciliation, First Kiss

Summary: After escaping captivity, Steve and Tony go to a safe house. Ordinarily, it would just be boring. But they’ve both been dosed with truth serum…

Reasons why I love it: These two idiots in love, I swear. I love getting to see all the things they don't say as well as what they can't help but blurt out, the dialogue works really well. And when they finally confess their feelings, it's the sweetest thing ever. I adore this fic, and I bet you will too, so I hope you check it out for yourself if you haven't already.

like-like by nanasekei

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: G Words: 5,660 Tags: Domestic Fluff, Kidfic, Tony's Actual A+ Parenting

Summary: Morgan doesn’t really know Captain America.

Reasons why I love it: This is so fucking cute, aaaah, I'm dying! Steve being all awkward around Morgan at first is so adorable from her perspective, and I found myself smiling practically the whole time I was reading this fic. If you need a dose of tooth-rotting fluff today, look no further, because this is the fic for you!

Zero to One by magicasen

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 2,821 Tags: Alternate Timelines, Hopeful Ending, Dreams

Summary: Steve returns the Stones, comes back to 2023, names Sam the successor to Captain America, and sets off on his bike. Life is transient, and grief is all-encompassing, until Steve starts dreaming of Tony every night.

Reasons why I love it: This concept is so fricking cool! That moment between Steve and Strange at the end there is so genius I'm low-key mad I never thought of it myself. And the way that the title of this fic appears at the end literally left me speechless, it's so good. Definitely check this one out if you haven't, because it's amazing!

and so begins by romanoff

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: M Words: 7,806 Tags: Fix-It, Angst with a Happy Ending, Steve Feels

Summary: After Tony's death, Steve is adrift. He carries Tony's body, and thinks: I never said thank you.

Reasons why I love it: Don't look at me, I'm not crying, shut up. God, the feels that this evoked in me are unreal, I so desperately want this to be canon. Like, give me a million dollars, I'll spend them all on this one wish. This fic is so fricking good, and if you're in the mood for something angsty today, this is an absolute must-read!

Rewriting The Universe by itsallAvengers

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 8,852 Tags: Getting Back Together, Grief, Angst with a Happy Ending

Summary: Thanos won. There's ash in the air. Earth is burning and there's no hope, no salvation, no nothing. Of course, that's before Steve realizes Tony Stark is still alive and kicking.

Reasons why I love it: There's so much desperation in how Steve and Tony fall back on each other in this fic that it just rips my heart in two. The depth of the emotions that itsallAvengers manages to convey are insane, and I continue to be in complete awe of their writing style, it's so effective. Definitely check this one out, it's incredible!

#marvel #fanfic #a year in fanfic recs #fic rec #fanfic rec #stony #ficrec #endgame

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Shenanigans

(originally posted April 20th 2019)

~A/N - This was meant to be my squealing santa gift for rosegold-cuddles BUT I got locked out of my old account. Sorry.

Anyways, the prompt was: Steve, Tony and Bucky together with Bucky as a ler, Steve a switch and tony a lee.

Enoy! ~

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Two pairs of pounding footsteps approached the couch where Tony Stark lay sleeping, quickly followed by a thud as a certain captain was tackled to the ground. Giggles filled the air as Bucky straddled the war hero, and proceeded to conduct a thorough, hands-on examination of Steve’s ribs and tummy.

“NOHOHO BUHUHUCK PLEHEHEASE!” He managed to squeal out as the winter soldier drew a breath, and raspberried it into Steve’s bellybutton.

Tony rubbed his eyes, opening his mouth to begin complaining about the noise, when he realised what he two were doing. A light blush rose to his cheeks as he watched Steve beg under Bucky’s careful fingertips, a fate he wouldn’t exactly oppose being subjected to (though he would never admit it).

Bucky, who had been grinning at Steve’s humongous smile during the predicament, noticed the attention the pair were receiving, and gave Tony a wink. Steve twisted and squirmed beneath his friend, feebly fighting against the two hands running up and down his sides, before taking in a deep breath of air as the tickling subsided.

“What’s with the red face, huh Tony?” The winter soldier smirked, while Steve recovered, muttering something about Bucky’s arm being an unfair advantage.

The billionaire stumbled over his words, responded much too quickly with “Nothing!”, before composing himself.

“You two woke me up with your… uh… shenanigans…”

Steve, who by this point had gotten his breath back, grinned up at him.

“I think someone’s in need of an attitude adjustment, eh Buck?”

“Couldn’t agree more.” Bucky smirked, grabbing Tony before he had a chance to escape.

“No no no no come on guys I-”

“You what? Huh? You… ’re way too ticklish?” The winter soldier teased, wriggling his fingers in the air above the helpless man.

Tony stuttered, giving a few nervous laughs.

“Or were you waiting for this to happen huh? Itching for some tickles Stark?” Steve brushed his hand against the genius’s neck, drawing out a yelp.

At this point, Tony’s face was a deep crimson, and he couldn’t bear to look at either man in the eyes. He slammed his eyelids shut, awaiting the fate he was doomed to endure for as long as the tormentors desired.

Then the fingers hit.

Tony let out a shriek, then broke down into giggles as Steve attacked his ribs, while Bucky repeatedly squeezed the spot just above his kneecaps, before sprawling his fingers over them.

The normally suave, composed philanthropist, was now squirming and begging at the mercy of two of his closest friends. His entire nervous system was overloaded, he couldn’t think straight, never mind form coherent words. All he could do was scrunch his face up and laugh hysterically, and that’s what he did.

“Really? This is what it takes to take down Earth’s greatest defender?” Steve chuckled as he drilled his thumbs into Tony’s armpits.

After a yelp, Tony managed to giggle out a “Shuhuut up Rogers!”, before descending into mirthful madness.

What felt like both forever and a split second passed, before the two torturers receded their fingers and allowed Tony some breathing room.

“You guys *pant*… such jerks…” He forced his mouth into a hybrid of frowning and pouting.

Steve and Bucky looked at each other, before simultaneously giving Tony a shit-eating grin.

“You need to laugh more Tone.” Steve patted the man on the back, chuckling when the billionaire flinched away.

Once the pair had left the room, Tony relaxed. Allowing his smile to reflect his enjoyment of the events which had just taken place. The tickling had been absolutely torturous, and on one hand Tony couldn’t stand even the thought of going through that again.

But on the other, he had loved every second.

#crow's tickle fic #lmao so weird to think i would have been 16 when i posted this fic #and im 21 now #crAzy

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inkinmyheartandonthepage · 1 year ago

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Christmas In November

We Forgot Peter is back! Read the latest installment on a03

Peter is halfway to the tower when he’s struck with the realisation that he’s left Tony’s Christmas present on the train. He gained several startled looks as he did an abrupt spin mid-step with a curse and started walking back towards the train station.

This wouldn’t have happened if I didn’t have to sneak his present into the tower, Peter thought with a huff, dodging an overzealous tourist with a large camera.

The first Christmas that Peter had spent with his mentor, he had found out very quickly that Tony Stark didn’t do presents. Tony liked lavishing his friends and family with gifts but refused to accept them from anyone else. When Tony had told Peter had didn’t need to get him anything, and refused to take Peter’s gift –

“Keep it for yourself Underoos,” Tony had said with a warm smile. “You don’t need to spend your money on me. Just spending time with you is gift enough.”

And okay, Peter had melted under that, cheeks flushing hot and pink making Pepper and May coo at him. Peter had stubbornly then given the gift to Rhodey who had grinned and accepted it on behalf of Tony.

“What?! Hey, no loopholes,” Tony had argued, reaching for the gift.

But Rhodey had kept it out of the genius’s reach and Peter had been delighted by the squabble the two of them had gotten into, laughing loudly as the two playfully fought until Tony was victorious, Peter’s gift in hand. It had taken the superhero an hour to realise that Peter had successfully given him a gift.

“Next year you won’t be so lucky,” Tony had warned but there had been a smirk on his lips that had let Peter know that he had been mad, maybe even a little impressed. Peter had ridden that high for the rest of the night.

Peter knew that he wouldn’t get away with the same trick twice and so this year he had decided that he would hide the gift a month early in the tower and have Friday lure the genius to the gift on Christmas day. His plan was full proof!

Had he not left the gift on the train.

Peter quickened his pace towards the train station, dodging the New York crowd as he went. He mentally groaned. The train would have left by now but maybe he could catch up to it. Perhaps this was a job for Spiderman?

As Peter reached the train station, his heart plummeted into his stomach, ice filling his veins. The familiar flashing red and blue lights of police cars surrounded the entrance of the station. It was already taped off, bright yellow tape with caution written in bold letters. Peter’s eyes bulged at the sight of the large SWAT truck that blocked the road. The public hovered behind the barricades that had been erected, all watching with their phones poised high in the air.

What the hell had happened in the last ten minutes that he had been gone?

Ducking into the nearest ally way, Peter headed all the way to the back, disappearing into the shadows and behind a dumpster. As quick as he could he shed his casual clothes, revealing his suit underneath.

(Yes, Peter had taken to wearing his suit under his clothes. It was New York! Peter never knew when Spiderman would be needed, and it never hurt to be prepared.)

He bundled up his clothes, webbing them against the dumpster and scaled the nearest wall, leaping up onto the roof. He launched himself off the edge, swinging towards the station and over the barricades. Landing lightly on the roof, Peter froze. SWAT had already taken up residence on the roof. They hadn’t noticed Peter landing, to focused on standing on the edge, looking down.

“Roof secured.” Peter heard on the of SWAT members say. “We have eyes on the train.”

“Copy that,” came a voice from one of their radios. “Ground team is in position. Stark has been contacted. ETA 2 minuets out.”

Why had SWAT contacted Tony to come and –

Peter felt the mask eyes widened as his own did. Peter had left a tag on the gift.

Dear Tony Stark

A Christmas present you can’t return. You deserve this.

And, yeah, okay that read really bad out of context.

Peter hadn’t signed the card, wanting to claim he had no idea what Tony was talking about when he tried to give it back to Peter like he knew his mentor would. Peter had thought of everything! Except what it would look like if he had left the present on the train.

“Oh crap,” Peter whined quietly. “I created a bomb scare.”

“Incoming call from Mr. Stark,” Karen’s voice filtered through Peter’s mask.

Before Peter had a chance to try and deny the call, Tony had forced it through. A small video appeared in the corner of his screen, Tony’s concerned face filling the space.

“Underoos,” Tony’s voice held a familiar warning that Peter had become, maybe a bit too, accustomed to. “You had better not be where I think you are.”

“Where do you think I am?” Peter asked but he already knew the answer.

“Not the time to be cute, kid,” Tony said. “Go home. I don’t want you anywhere near the station.”

“But –“

“No, Pete,” Tony growled. “No arguments. This is for me and me alone. Starting swinging away, right now.”

“But, Mr. Stark –“

“I mean it, Peter. You are not getting into this,” Tony snapped. “Leave.”

“It was me!” Peter blurted out before Tony could tell him to leave again. “I left the bomb on the train.”

“You what?” Tony’s voice was startled.

In the distance, Peter heard the familiar sounds of the thrusters of the Ironman suit. Tony was close.

“Well, it’s not a bomb,” Peter quickly rambled out. “But I did leave a present for you and, okay, the tag does come off a little threatening, but it was totally taken out of context!”

Peter didn’t jump when suddenly the Iron Man suit was landing beside him with a heavy thump. Nor did he let out a whimper as the suit whirled around to face him.

The SWAT team did jump, spinning around with startled noises.

“Iron Man is here,” one of them said into his radio, his voice shaking slightly.

“Copy that.” The voice came much closer, and Peter realised he could hear it coming from the Iron Man mask. “Stark, sir, the station is yours.”

“What do you mean you left it there?” Tony demanded, ignoring the SWAT team completely.

Peter hunched his shoulders. “I was bringing you a Christmas present.”

“It’s November,” Tony said, deadpanned.

“Well, if you were normal, I could just give it to you at Christmas instead of hiding it in the tower for you to find,” Peter huffed. Heat instantly flooded his cheeks at his boldness, and he ducked his head.

“So, this whole thing,” Tony started to say, waving a hand in the direction of the SWAT teams at the edge of the building who were staring at the two of them.

“Was an accident,” Peter whispered. He hunched his shoulder’s further, more heat flooding his cheeks. Thor, he was never going to hear the end of this. The humiliation and embarrassment only spread further as Tony continued to stare at him. A small whimper started in the back of Peter’s throat as the Iron Man suit began to shift –

“Wait – are you laughing?” Peter squawked.

“No.”

Peter narrowed his eyes. He definitely heard laughter in that disembodied voice.

“You are!” Peter cried. “Mr. Stark!”

Tony let out a loud laugh. “Only you kid.”

“Mr. Stark,” Peter pleaded. “Stop! Or – or – or I’ll give not only Christmas presents but for every holiday! And your birthday.”

“Alright, alright,” Tony chuckled. “Come on webs, let’s wrap this up so everyone can continue their commutes.”

“Did you just make a gift-wrapping pun?” Peter squawked as he followed his mentor towards the SWAT team.

“I did,” Tony said, and Peter could hear the grin in his voice. “And there are many more I’m going to gift you.”

Peter groaned loudly. This was the last time he got Tony Stark a gift.

Or rode the train.

#irondad #spiderson #tony stark #peter parker & tony stark #peter parker #We Forgot Peter #ao3 #ao3 fanfic

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themculibrary · 1 year ago

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BAMF! Masterlist

A certain slant of light (ao3) - Skoll N/R, 5k

Summary: In a world where violence is the norm and trust is a weakness, Pepper Potts is still diabolically efficient, Natasha Romanov is still as terrifying as ever, Bruce Banner still has breathtaking anger management issues, and Tony Stark is still a genius. This time, though, Tony has a plan, and Loki is far from the biggest threat the Earth faces.

(Or: I wanted to write Evil!Tony. What I wound up writing is not precisely what you would expect.)

Battle Couple Sunday (ao3) - kybcr bucky/natasha T, 1k

Summary: James and Natalia, fighting back-to-back, like old times.

Ice King (ao3) - Artemis_Day jane/loki M, 6k

Summary: "So what happened to the Ice King? After he was defeated, I mean."

Erik looked at the young Jane with her eager eyes and boundless curiosity, and he shook with his heavy burden and sighed.

"Perhaps I'll tell you someday."

Magnetism (ao3) - MagdaTheMagpie phil/hermione M, 3k

Summary: Phil Coulson does not carry weapons, concealed or otherwise. He does not need to. The weapons come to him, or so Fury says, which is how he was chosen for a delicate mission in London.

Oh, Hey There, Mister Blue (ao3) - iguessyouregonnamissthepantyraid T, 75k

Summary: There are certain things one learns to expect when dealing with the Mad Titan. Ending up on an unfamiliar ship surrounded by a bunch of aliens is one thing. Loki can handle that.

Ending up on an unfamiliar ship surrounded by a bunch of aliens who are actually on his side is quite another.

Oh, My King for a Kingdom (ao3) - STARSdidathing loki/tony T, 14k

Summary: The blood and betrayal of an Afghanistan cave formed Iron Man. The blood and betrayal of a Siberian bunker formed something else.

ok but who gon' pop me though? (ao3) - theformerone G, 3k

Summary: People tend to forget that Shuri is a princess of Wakanda. They assume that because she leads their technological advances, she knows nothing of combat. They assume she must be protected.

They are wrong.

Please Don't Feed the Monsters (ao3) - BeneficialAddiction clint/phil, clint/phil/natasha M, 5k

Summary: In a world darker than ours, Clint Barton quickly comes to recognize the real monsters that walk among us.

He's one of them, but that doesn't mean he has to walk the world alone.

Revelations (ao3) - punkrockhades G, 8k

Summary: They ask her what it was like to have the great Iron Man as a father. They tell her she's just like him, a genius whose mind can be matched by none other, a brilliant shooting star flaming across the sky - but that's not how she knew him. To her, he was Daddy, and she misses him.

A coming-of-age story following significant moments in Morgan Stark's life as she grows up in the shadow of Iron Man and discovers who she is along the way.

Secret Identities and Super-dads (ao3) - Khentkawes pepper/tony T, 6k

Summary: When armed men attack an elementary school in upstate New York, attempting to kidnap eight-year-old Morgan Stark, no one expects that “Roger the chauffeur” will be the one to take out the bad guys—with some backup from Morgan Stark herself and a very pissed off Pepper Potts.

The public have believed Tony was dead for the past four years, and Tony never expected his big secret would get out like this. He didn’t mean to blow his cover as “Roger the chauffeur.” But when people try to mess with his family, they get what’s coming to them.

Silvertongue (ao3) - Epiphanyx7 jane/thor M, 34k

Summary: [[Post-Avengers. Loki's plan had gone perfectly, now he needs only to see it to it's natural conclusion.]]

No Asgardian cell can hold him. Loki's magic is bound, but his mind is not -- and the Aesir were always fools, to think that Loki's mind was anything other than his most dangerous asset.

Stories of Us (ao3) - TonaAthena1996 jane/loki E, 16k

Summary: Jane and Loki have saved the universe. As a gift, they get a glimpse of other lives they could have led across alternate universes. Each day of Lokaneweek, they will read a new story about themselves. What will they learn about their alternate selves?

Teamwork (ao3) - Jo (jmathieson) clint/phil G, 2k

Summary: Phil has some very strong feelings about how to craft a good team.

The Blacksmith and the Prince (ao3) - JoinTheDots loki/tony E, 10k

Summary: Loki is captured after a mission goes wrong on Nidavellir. When he wakes up, he finds himself locked away with a curious man called Tony.

The Picture at the end of the Puzzle (ao3) - Akira_of_the_Twilight loki/tony G, 3k

Summary: “T’Challa, your boyfriend is doing something stupid,” Shuri said.

T’Challa was tempted to grumble and point out that Tony was not his boyfriend, but right then was neither the time nor place. “You will need to give me more details.”

When resistance fighters attack a Wakandian town, T'Challa, his warriors, and Iron Man rush in to help. Things go awry when Tony gets himself in danger.

Who I am Inside (ao3) - Thursdays_Angel pepper/tony T, 21k

Summary: Takes place just after the events of the Forth Year in The First Five Years. The Stark's and Odinson's get together in New Asgard to celebrate Thanksgiving. Loki becomes ill with a disease that is deadly to Seiðrmar. As if that isn't bad enough, Loki is forced to remain in his Jötunn form in order to survive long enough for a cure to be found. Loki would rather suffer the disease than be stuck as a monster.

Wing and a Prayer (ao3) - dracusfyre bucky/tony G, 2k

Summary: When Tony's gauntlets are damaged during battle and he starts falling out of the sky, it's a desperate race for Bucky to reach him before he hits the ground.

You're Not a Monster (ao3) - WidowBites maria/natasha M, 2k

Summary: Fiery red hair amidst pure white snow. Time seemed to slow. She heard a truck horn, eyes snapped to the road, saw the blinding lights. Barton moved in a blur, undoing his belt and diving over herself and Coulson just as the truck slammed into the left side of the car, sending them skidding across the road until they flipped and landed in a small dirt ditch. When she regained consciousness, it was chaos.

Based from a Tumblr prompt: What if Romanoff was compromised and Hill was sent to take her out?

#themculibrary #masterlists #marvel #mcu #bamf #bamf masterlist

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writing-for-marvel · 3 years ago

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Is This How It Ends?

Steve Rogers x Fem!Lab Tech!Reader

Summary: Your hopes of Steve reciprocating your love come crashing down when Peggy shows up in the modern world.

Request: Anonymous - original request here

Warnings: angst, reader is very insecure, belief of unrequited love, swearing, implied sex (nothing explicit)

Word count: 4.4k

A/N: lot of Steve love on my blog recently, but I’m not mad about it. Thank you to the sweet Anon who left this request

Dividers by @maysdigitalarts

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The day Tony Stark hired you was the day your life changed forever, in more ways than one.

You were employed as his lab tech, a vital role in developing new suits and weapons - with this title, you worked closely with all the Avengers, learning their abilities and powers intimately to be able to optimise their equipment. It was the chance of a lifetime to work alongside the genius which was Tony Stark, but what you hadn’t counted on was the way your heart fluttered every time a pair of ocean blue eyes, which belonged to Steve Rogers, met your own.

This is extremely unprofessional, you thought to yourself every time you caught yourself staring. You were hired to do a job, not ogle at the tall, broad Super Soldier whose toothy smile melted your resolve.

You couldn’t help your heart skipping a beat every time Tony instructed you to work with Steve - unfortunately this didn’t happen as often as you hoped. You soon discovered his vibranium shield couldn’t be improved, the strength to weight ratio superior to any other metal or alloy you had available, so you settled for his infrequent trips to the lab to make small improvements to his stealth suit.

Overtime, few and far between professional meetings lead to quick coffee breaks where Steve would insist on paying every time, even when he bought yesterday; then coordinated lunch breaks where Tony would jokingly scold you for losing track of time and tell you to get back to work.

Your interactions evolved into Steve sneaking into the lab while Tony was out, initially popping in to ask quick questions such as reminding him how to download new apps onto his phone, or what an OS update was. But with time he would stay longer, inquiring about what you were working on, and occasionally inviting you out for drinks with the rest of the team.

He no longer came to the lab solely for testing or equipment checks, and you found yourself deeply disappointed on days where he didn’t stop by. He visited so frequently you could now tell it was him who entered the lab just by the sound of his distinguishable footsteps.

Your ever growing crush on him became your most closely guarded secret. However, you couldn’t help but hold eye contact with him for a beat longer than normal when saying goodbye as he left for missions, attempting to innocently ask Tony how classified assignments were progressing, just to ensure he was safe, and your hugs lingering when he came back - all of which were noticed by every other member of the team except Steve.

When he returned, Steve would sit in the corner of the lab for hours on end as you worked, updating you on what occurred during the mission and asking what he missed out on while away. Your heart swelled at the thought that he only ever came to you for this sort of update - he could ask anyone in the facility, Tony or Fury would have a more complete summary to bring him up to speed, but he still came to you.

“I think he’s got a crush on you, kid.” Tony teased one afternoon after he kicked Steve out of the lab for distracting you for more than an hour, bumping you slightly with his hip as he continued to tinker with some very expensive equipment you kept reminding him to be careful around.

“And I think you’re deranged.” You countered, although you were trying to fight the smile which tugged at the corners of your lips.

Steve did spend a lot of time in the lab for someone who didn’t need to be there. Maybe he was simply curious about modern technology? Maybe he had nothing better to do with his day? But there was a small part of your heart which you let believe in the fantasy he was really there to see you.

As the sweltering summer cooled to a vibrant and rustling fall and then to a frosty winter, you found yourself more distracted by Steve with every passing day. If it was affecting your work, Tony certainly hadn’t mentioned it. In fact, Tony seemed to encourage the two of you spending time together, both inside and outside the lab.

You never pressed Steve about his past, knowing opening those old wounds would only cause him pain, but with time he freely shared the information. It was wonderful getting to know the man underneath the soldier, all the intricacies that made up Steve Rogers; to become aware of how awfully kind he was, and that he was actually quite bashful when he didn’t have his shield to hide behind.

There were midnights on the roof, just the two of you, gazing at the stars, him telling you about his childhood, what his parents were like and how he was dumb enough to never stand down from a fight, even if the opponent was double his size. That this new world confused him sometimes, even though he became accustomed to carrying around a mobile phone and enjoyed the comforts of wifi and streaming movies and shows in colour.

You noticed how he always held the door open for you, even when you were more than a few paces behind him and he had to wait for you to catch up. How he would lend you his jacket on particularly cold nights on the roof, even at the expense of the goosebumps on his own arms. How during every one of Tony’s extravagant parties your eyes seemed to find each other, despite being in a crowded room.

Maybe he was being friendly, but your heart hoped there was more to it than that.

The only people you eventually revealed your feelings for Steve to were Natasha and Wanda - not so much confided in as confessed once they already worked it out. They were both strong advocates for you admitting your feelings to him, and after what seemed like months of hounding you to do so, you finally relented and agreed you would.

And that’s how you ended up here. In the lab on a regular Wednesday afternoon, alone with Steve, talking about his upcoming mission, mind daydreaming about how you were going to casually bring the topic up in conversation rather than paying attention to the words he was speaking.

“Earth to Y/N.” Hearing your name snapped you out of your reverie and back to the real world. An amused grin curved on Steve’s face.

“Sorry, was thinking about work.” That was a flat out lie, but you weren’t about to reveal the humiliating truth that since he walked into the lab an hour ago you were completely distracted by his presence. “What were you saying?”

“Just that Wanda’s joining us for our next assignment. We’ll need to get a suit prepared.” He continued, seemingly without giving a second thought to your distraction.

“I can have something completed by the start of next week - shouldn’t be a problem.” You punctuated with a sunny smile. The smile which he returned made your stomach do a somersault, bringing heat to your cheeks and overflowing your brain with thoughts that you shouldn’t let him fluster you so easily. Quickly trying to relax yourself, you missed him commenting ‘you’re the best’.

Standing up, he made his way beside you, eyeing the piece of tech you were currently working on. He stood so close you could smell the freshness of his clothes and the warm, musky, amber-like cologne he was wearing. It was intoxicating.

Taking a breath to settle your nerves, which didn’t help much as you only further breathed in his scent, you decided now was the best time to raise the subject you had been putting off since he stepped foot in the lab that afternoon.

“Steve, there’s something I need to tell you.” You divulged from a brief moment of bravery. Your heart thumped in your chest so forcefully you were certain he would be able to hear it in the otherwise empty room.

“Yes?” The tender way he was staring into your eyes made your heart flutter. The courage which had surged in your chest a moment ago dissipated quickly. You took a deep breath, trying to summon it again, but with every passing moment your knees became weaker under his stare, the pit of anxiety growing in your stomach.

Just say it. I love you - no, that’s too forward! I like you.

You waited a beat too long.

“Steve!” His eyes were ripped away from your gaze as he turned around to what seemed to be a familiar voice to him.

“Peggy?” He exclaimed, all his attention pulled away from your conversation, or lack thereof given how long you had taken to speak, surprise and jubilation in his voice. “How?” You had the same question.

“It’s a long story.” He held her at arm's length, studying her face, as if to determine if she was real or not. Deciding she was, he pulled her into a tight hug.

So this was the Peggy Carter. Your heart sank below your contorting stomach. God, she was beautiful. From the stories Steve had told you, brilliant as well. And that British accent even you would concede was adorable.

You were painfully unaware how Peggy, who didn’t look a day older than the picture you had seen of her in her military garb, was standing in the Avengers compound, but right now, that wasn’t what was fazing you most. What did was how tightly Steve had wrapped her in his arms and how she was snugly nuzzled into his chest.

As the two were embracing, Wanda, Nat and Tony strode into the room, concern easily read on all their faces. Wanda gave you a sympathetic glance and Tony coughed loudly to announce their entrance.

“Margaret, you didn’t quite get to explaining how you got here before storming into our compound.” Tony said expectantly, arms crossed over each other.

Peggy jumped into a long winded story which involved the Master of the Mystic Arts and the time stone. You weren’t paying attention to the tale, your focus remained on Steve, and how his blue eyes sparkled when he looked at her, tearing shreds in your already bruised heart.

“I’m here to stay, Steve. We can finally have our dance!” Peggy concluded the account, making you wish the Earth would open up and swallow you whole, surely that would be less painful.

“You okay?” Wanda whispered, stopping beside you, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder.

“Just peachy.” But you were far from it. You were holding back tears which burned behind your eyes, willing yourself to hold it together long enough to escape to your room. You had no right to cry. He wasn’t yours, never had been. He didn’t even know how you felt about him. And now, it would remain that way.

After excusing yourself, you essentially ran back to your quarters, the dam walls in your eyes bursting as soon as you stepped out of the lab. Hot tears flowed streams down your cheeks but you spent no effort in attempting to hide them as you raced away from the scene which had ripped your heart out of your chest.

You must have misconstrued his politeness for romantic feelings. How did you think you ever stood a chance? Peggy was his true love. She was clearly a woman of action, having enough will to travel through time and space to be with him. You, on the other hand, were some nerdy lab tech who barely had enough courage to flirt with him, let alone ask him out.

He was in love with her, he always had been. But you let yourself fall for him anyway, believing in some fantasy that the kind Super Soldier could ever have feelings for someone as insignificant as yourself. You knew of his past with her, and yet, in the deepest corners of your heart, you hoped he felt the same. It’s the hope which kills you in the end.

Leaving was the best option. Leaving them to be happy together. You couldn’t watch him love someone else the way you wished he cared about you - that would destroy you from the inside out, crushing every part of you until all that was left was dust.

Without taking a moment to think about the ramifications of your decision (your job, where you would live, your friendship with the other members of the team), you pulled out a suitcase from underneath your bed and started to pack clothes untidily into it.

A few moments later, with an apprehensive knock and a small creak, your door swung open - Nat and Wanda standing hesitantly in the frame, looking at you with apologetic eyes.

“Did you tell him how you feel?” Wanda asked, walking timidly into your room. You didn’t spare either of them a second glance as you continued filling your suitcase.

“I was going to, but-” You began but Wanda didn’t let you voice the complete thought.

“Y/N if he knew how you felt-” She attempted to interject, but your mind was already made up.

“It wouldn’t change anything. Not now. Not with her here.” After seeing the way Steve embraced Peggy, knowing their history and him never once voicing a romantic interest in you, it was time to concede you had lost. But you can’t lose something that was never yours to begin with.

“You don’t know that.” Wanda argued, but you continued to frustratedly stuff your belongings into the suitcase. Nat simply stood by the corner of the room, an inscrutable expression on her face as she surveyed your every move.

“Yes I do. Didn’t you see them together?” You could feel the tears dripping off your face, from your jaw and onto your bedding. You weren’t sure if you ever stopped crying or if the conversation had turned the tap on again.

“Yes, but we’ve also seen him with you over the past year. He’s in love with you Y/N.” You scoffed in response to Nat’s comment as she made her way into the light of the room.

“Please, don’t do that… Don’t give me false hope.” Your hands began to hurt as you clutched tightly onto the edges of your suitcase in an attempt to pull yourself together.

“It’s not false hope when we’ve seen the way he looks at you.” Wanda said in a kind tone, handing you tissues which she pulled from the box on your desk. If you weren’t crying you would almost find it funny how juxtaposed their expressions were; Wanda sympathetic and sad, Nat unrelenting, almost detached.

“You want me to go in there, spill my heart out to him, when his first and only love is in the next room, and all you’re going off is how he looks at me!” You snapped, drawing out a startled look from Wanda. Nat, however, was unfazed at your raised voice.

“Yes, that’s exactly what we want you to do. Peggy has made her feelings clear - you need to do the same. This isn’t over. Steve needs to make a choice, but he can’t do that if he doesn’t have all the information.” Nat said firmly, sounding like a set of instructions rather than a suggestion.

“Nat, I can’t do that…” You looked into her eyes for the first time since the lab and found a steely resolve staring back at you.

“You were about to before Peggy showed up, weren’t you? Of course you can do it! If you don’t, then he’ll definitely choose her.” Maybe Nat had a valid point, what could you possibly have to lose now? But you were reluctant to put your heart through any further anguish today - it might just kill you.

“Nat, this is my life, can you stay out of it!” Your tone was more insolent than you intended, but it was effective in getting your point across.

“If you want to throw away everything you have with him and for you both to live in misery, then fine. It’s no skin off my back.” She huffed before leading a despondent looking Wanda out of your room.

Great. Now you hadn’t just lost Steve, you were burning bridges with your other friends as well.

Walking down to the lab, you cautiously surveyed the room to ensure Steve and Peggy weren’t inside. Satisfied they had left since the earlier interaction, you made your way over to Tony, sorrow and regret already settling in the pit of your stomach.

The lab seemed cold and inhospitable now, not in the temperature sense of the word, but in the way where you had so many happy memories in the space which had now all been tainted with one heartbreaking one. It was a stark contrast to the sense of home which you developed over the past year.

Tony looked nonplussed to see you, but his expression turned to one of concern as you voiced that this would be your last time in the lab - that you were quitting, effective immediately.

“Are you sure this is what you want, kid?” He asked acceptingly. You expected him to put up more of a fight, to potentially offer you a higher salary, or more benefits - which you would have refused, but the understanding which his eyes held told you he knew this was deeper than the job.

“Yes Tony, I’m sure.”

“I could talk to him, if you want.” Even though you had never explicitly told Tony about your affection for Steve, it didn’t surprise you that he knew exactly why you were leaving. Besides the timing of it all, you suspected Tony was the first to know of your crush on Steve, probably even before you admitted those feelings to yourself.

“No, please don’t.”

“Alright… just know you’re welcome back anytime. You’re the best lab tech I’ve ever had, and good help is hard to find these days.” He joked, but not even Tony could make you smile right now. “I’ll let you pack up your belongings - but make sure to find me before you leave.” You nodded and watched solemnly as he paced out of the room.

Rather than wasting time, you dove into packing up your property, separating the valuable from the junk. Looking around at what was now your former work space, you realised everything in this room reminded you of Steve, only solidifying your decision to leave.

The shelving unit in the corner of the lab, on the middle rung, held the carefully folded picnic blanket you would take up to the roof every other weekend, that Steve and yourself sat on while counting the stars and talking about life.

At your workstation sat a piece of technology you were developing for Tony, which Steve had commented ‘looked like that little white robot from WALL-E’. The remark had made you laugh so hard, the water you were drinking at the time shot out your nose.

The bobble head Princess Leia figure Steve bought you after you binged all the Star Wars movies together sat on your desk. It wasn’t a gift for a special occasion, he had simply noticed it in a store and purchased it as a reminder of the enjoyable time you spent together.

The memories brought a small smile to your face, but the overwhelming feeling in your chest was sorrow. That was all in the past, and Steve would not be your future.

“Tony said you’d be- what’re you doing?” Steve interrupted your thoughts as he walked into the lab alone, stopping in his tracks once he noticed you packing up your equipment and notes.

“I’ve handed in my resignation. I’m leaving.” You informed, continuing to organise reports, unable to look him directly in the eye. You wished that would be enough for him to leave you alone - you had already been stabbed in the heart today, you didn’t need him plunging the knife deeper into your chest.

“What! Why?” As if it wasn’t obvious enough already, was he really going to make you say it aloud?

“Steve, can we please not do this now.” You were emotionally drained from the heartbreaking events of the day, you were positive you couldn’t endure conversing with him too.

“If you’re leaving then yes, we have to do this now!” He took large steps to meet you beside your cluttered desk. You could feel the nervous energy radiating off him, which didn’t make sense in your mind (what did he have to feel anxious about right now?), but you didn’t pose the question to him.

“I can’t, I need to sort through all this shit.” You remarked, gesturing at the mess on your desk and counters, still refusing to meet his eye line.

“Y/N if this is about Peggy…”

“Steve, please… don’t.” You were now resorting to begging, pleading with him not to bring it up, to not force your hand into spilling out the truth which you desperately did not want to divulge to him. Your heart pounded against your ribs painfully, stomach twisting itself so tight you felt nauseous and dizzy.

“Earlier you said there was something you needed to tell me. What was it?” Please, anything but that.

“That’s not important now.” You fully believed this statement, but you should have known Steve Rogers was more persistent than to let you go that easily.

“It’s important to me.” His voice carried a soft, benevolent quality, one which you had come to know was reserved for especially despairing conversations.

“I can assure you, it’s nothing.” You tried to show him a smile, but you were sure it wasn’t a convincing one.

“If it’s really that trivial then there shouldn’t be an issue with telling me.” He had backed you into a figurative corner in which you could see no way out, unless you lied, but your brain didn’t have enough energy or wit to craft a believable story in that minute.

“I was going to tell you that, umm… that I like you…” You deliberately decided against using the word love. He didn’t need to know the full extent of the damage to your heart. “But, with Peggy here I understand that's completely inconsequential now.”

The wait for him to speak was agonisingly long. Each excruciating second stretched into hours as his eyes searched yours. An unmistakable look of delight washing over his features.

“You like me?” His lips twitched to a twinkling smile as he stepped closer to you, your breath hitching in your throat before you could respond.

“Yes...” But why would he throw away love with Peggy for someone he believed to simply like him? Wanting to stretch the distance between the two of you, you stepped back, only to be met with the hard wood of your desk.

“Is that it? All that pause earlier today just to say you like me?” His grin was mischievous, toying with you as he continued to progress forward. Anxiety coursed through your veins, your heart now thumping quicker than it had all day. You weren’t sure how he knew, but he knew.

“Steve…” He was close enough to kiss now, towering over you. All you would have to do is lean slightly forward on your tiptoes and you’d be able to capture his soft, plump lips in a kiss.

“Please say it. Say it and I’m yours.” A kaleidoscope of butterflies came to life in your twisting stomach at the thought of being his. That’s all you ever wanted. But you still had one burning question.

“What about Peggy?” Your curiosity got the better of you. You absolute idiot. All you had to say was another three word sentence, one which you wholeheartedly felt, and you would have been his, instead you brought up the other girl.

“I moved on from Peggy. That was a lifetime ago. I’ve fallen for someone else.” His smile was charming, so downright mesmerising that you had to clutch onto the edge of the desk behind you for support. How could this be happening? You wanted to scream with glee, to pull him into an infinitely long kiss right that second, but your entire body froze with utter shock.

“I love you Y/N.” His finger gently tilted your face upwards so your eyes were compelled to look into his sparkling blue ones as he spoke. Hearing those heavenly words leave his lips was the spark you needed to thaw your brain and make your move. You enthusiastically jumped into his arms, your lips finding his in a passionate kiss. It was everything you ever dreamed it would be, soft, sensual movements of his tongue over yours, with an undercurrent of electricity passing between you.

He continued to kiss you as his large hands found the backs of your thighs, lifting you oh-so effortlessly onto your desk and keeping your legs spread as he positioned himself between them, all the while your hands tugged on his hair.

His hands dipped beneath your shirt as his lips moved down your jaw and to your neck, extracting a moan from deep within your chest. His calloused hands roamed the soft skin of your tummy and sides before pulling at the hem of your shirt, an indicator he wanted to discard the item.

Breaking the bliss you now found yourself almost lost in, a rustling sound came from the front of the lab, along with muffled giggling and hurried footsteps. Your cheeks heated with embarrassment as you swiftly pulled your shirt down to cover your exposed stomach, warily pushing Steve’s warm body away from yours. You saw a flicker of red and brown hair by the door as the mechanism slowly pulled it shut.

“Maybe we shouldn’t do this in such a public place.” Steve chuckled, placing a gentle kiss to the side of your mouth, eyes looking down at you with pure adoration.

“Yeah.” You agreed, still trying to catch your breath from the kiss. But before you were able to steady your breathing, his lips were placing small, tantalising kisses along your jaw. “Steve?”

“Mmm?” He questioned, his lips barely leaving your skin to make the sound in the back of his throat. You pulled his face reluctantly away from your sensitive skin so you could stare into his blue orbs again.

“I love you too.” An instinctive, wide smile grew on his lips as he leaned in and pressed a shamelessly luscious kiss to your lips.

“My room. Now.”

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Tattoo Heart

Summary: Tony and you make a dumb drunk decision. He gives you a tattoo.

“Um, what the hell, Tony! You said it wasn’t that bad.”

“It’s not! It’s well-proportioned. Really it’s the best heart I’ve ever drawn. I don’t know why you’re so upset. It could have been worse.”

“The heart isn’t the problem. You tattooed Wanda’s name on it!”

“Yeah, I can see why you’re mad.”

You poked your sore arm. Out of all places, he had to tattoo it on your arm above your elbow where everyone could see. Talk about bad placement.

You pout, “How am I supposed to hide this?”

“Baseball tee’s could make a comeback. You’ll be a trendsetter,” he suggests, not helping at all.

You glare at him. “You’re paying for it to be removed.”

“I expected no less,” he concedes. You’re still touching the tender spot, frowning. He stops you. “Poking it is not going to make it go away.”

“Fuck! I’m never getting drunk with you again,” you vow.

“You say that now, but come Friday night, whiteclaw in hand, you’ll have no recollection of this ever happening.”

“Getting a tattoo with your crush’s name on it is kind of hard to forget, Tony,” you spit out. He wears a sheepish smile. Speaking of the party on Friday, “Shit!”

“What?” Tony asks, clearly not processing the situation you’re in as fast as you are.

“Wanda’s gonna be there,” you remember.

“Well, yeah. It’s Pietro’s birthday party and they’re twins so,” he comments sarcastically.

“It’s a pool party. How am I supposed to hide this?”

“Just don’t get in the pool. Or you know what, just don’t go. Say you got sick,” Tony suggests.

“I can’t do that. She expects me to be there and I don’t want to let her down on her birthday,” you explain. Wanda had personally invited you to her party, saying you were going to be her partner for beer pong.

“Fine. Don’t worry about it too much. We have all week to figure something out,” he reasons. You guess he’s right. No use in stressing too much.

Friday afternoon comes too fast.

You’re stressing as you look at yourself in the mirror. You look ridiculous.

“You’re literally a genius and this was the best you could come up with?” you complain. You already feel yourself sweating. You hadn’t thought of what to wear. You only had your one piece bathing suit. Tony told you he had something and you trusted him. What he brought you, a long sleeve rashguard to wear over your bathing suit.

“Makeup was just going to wash off. We couldn’t chance it. This way, you can get in the pool,” he says.

“I look like I’m going surfing, not a pool party,” you huff.

“You look fine. If anyone asks, you burn easily. Now let’s go. Your girlfriend is waiting on you,” he rushes you along, grabbing your stuff for you. You throw on some shorts and slip on some sandals.

“She’s not my girlfriend,” you mumble, blushing as he pushes you out the door.

“Oh, I know. This wouldn’t be such a big deal if she was.” He closes the door.

Pietro opens the door for you and Tony. You both hug him and congratulate him on another year of being on this earth or as Tony puts it, “Congrats on being one year closer to death!”

Technically, their birthday is tomorrow but they always have a birthday dinner with their parents, so they celebrate with their friends either the day before or after. You and Tony hand Pietro your present for him.

“Just don’t open it in front of your parents,” you warn. He decides to unwrap it right then. You roll your eyes at his impatience to wait until tomorrow. To his satisfaction it’s running shoes with a bottle of alcohol in each shoe. He laughs, thanking you for his present. He notices you looking around, searching for a certain somebody. He already knows who you’re looking for.

“She’s in the kitchen,” he tells you, a smirk appearing on his face when you blush at being so obvious. You thank him and go find Wanda.

As Pietro said, she is in the kitchen fixing some appetizers to bring outside. What you weren’t prepared for was her already in her bikini, like she’s ready to jump into the pool. Her two piece bathing suit doesn’t leave much to the imagination but you’re quite the daydreamer it seems. You’re snapped out of your trance by Wanda clearing her throat.

She wears a smirk much like her brother’s and you splutter an embarrassed, “H-hi! Happy Birthday. You, uh, you look good. Great! You look ready for the pool.”

She smiles, amused by your awkwardness. “Thank you. You look ready for the beach.”

You blush. “Yeah, I burn easily,” you lie and quickly move on, handing her the present you got her. “Here.”

“You didn’t have to get me anything,” she says, but you shake your head. “Of course I did. It’s your birthday tomorrow. You can open it now if you want. Your brother did.”

“Unlike my brother, I can wait. Let me go put it in my room. I’ll be right back. Wait here,” she requests. You nod and she leaves with her present. You respectfully turn your gaze to the appetizers, not wanting to ogle her backside.

“Cowabunga, dude! What the hell are you wearing?”

“No way. I almost wore the same thing. Good thing I didn’t or that would be embarrassing.”

You roll your eyes, turning around to see Sam and Rhodey, both clearly amused by their own jokes. You give them an unimpressed look and they laugh harder.

“Haha. So very funny,” you deadpan.

“Seriously, Y/N, why are you wearing that? It’s like a thousand degrees,” Rhodey asks.

“Maybe I’m insecure and you guys laughing just makes me feel worse? Maybe thought of that?” you retort, but neither buy it. They look at each other and start laughing.

“Insecure, my ass. You almost give Tony Stark a run for his money in the size of ego,” Sam says between laughs. You just roll your eyes.

Wanda returns to find the guys pressing you about the long sleeves.

“Hey, Wanda. I think you might have given Johnny Kapahala the wrong address. She’s gonna be late for the competition,” Sam jokes and you hate that you get the joke. Wanda doesn’t and looks adorably confused. All she knows is they’re referring to you so she looks at you for an explanation but you ignore her in order to throw your own remark.

“At least Johnny wasn’t afraid to swim at the beach,” you bite, making Rhodey and Wanda laugh and Sam take offense.

“There are sharks!” Sam defends himself, making you all laugh.

The three of you help Wanda bring out the appetizers to the backyard. They’ve got a table and a bunch of chairs laid around. Wanda asks if you’d like a drink and goes to fetch one for the two of you while you greet other friends.

“You didn’t want one?” You ask her when she returns with only one drink. “If we’re going to be beer pong partners, you can’t leave me drinking alone.”

She giggles and takes a swig from your drink. “Happy?” She asks when she returns the drink to you and smirks upon seeing the slight blush on your cheeks.

You get a few more remarks about the rashguard but with a few drinks in everyone’s system, the pool is more enticing than poking fun at you. You didn’t plan to get in the pool but with a simple “come on” from Wanda, you’re cannonball jumping into the deep end.

Once it’s dark, you all begin to vacate the pool in order to play games. You and Wanda play two games of beer pong seeing as neither of you are very good and you think you’ll surely be sick if you play another round.

You eat, you dance, you sit around and talk to your friends, and Wanda is with you the whole time. It’s midnight and you’re right beside her as everyone sings for her and Pietro. She hands you the first slice of cake, which you eat standing up just to stay next to her as she cuts a piece for everyone.

It’s nearing 2am as people begin to leave. Wanda and Pietro make sure everyone is getting home safely, either taking a LIFT or having a designated driver. You and Tony stay later to help the twins clean up, which they greatly appreciate.

Almost an hour later, the house looks as if there hadn’t been a party. You and Tony wish them happy birthday once more before he pulls out his phone to call an Uber. The twins insist you two stay, that it is way too late and they’d feel better if you do.

Tony wiggles his eyebrows discreetly at you when Wanda invites you to sleep in her room. You spare him a warning glance before following Wanda to her room. She offers you some pajamas and hands you a long sleeved tshirt like you ask. You excuse her questioning glance saying you get cold at night.

You change in the bathroom. When you return, you find Wanda also in her pajamas sitting on her bed with the present you gave her earlier in her hand.

“You want to open that now?” You ask, amused at her eagerness to open it.

“I mean it is my birthday now,” she reasons. You nod, closing the door and going to sit next to her. “Or is this one of those ‘open when you’re alone’ presents?”

You quirk an eyebrow. “What kind of presents are those?”

“One of those romantic ones like in the movies that show that you’ve always loved me or something,” she replies. Your palms feel sweaty all of a sudden with the way she stares at you. She reads the nervousness on your face and takes pity, continuing, “Or a vibrator.”

You burst in giggles. “Damn it. How’d you know?” you joke.

It’s not a vibrator, obviously. You got her two necklaces, one gold with her name and the other sterling silver with her initials.

“I was going to just get you the gold one but then I thought maybe you wanted one to match all those rings you wear so, that’s why there are two,” you explain.

She puts the box aside and throws her arms around you, pulling you flush into her. “Thank you. I love them.”

“Are you sure? ‘Cause I could totally return those and get you a vibrator if that's what you want,” you laugh. She pulls back immediately, a frown on her face.

“No, they already have my name,” she protests, pulling a chuckle from you. She hands you the golden one that says ‘Wanda’ and asks, “Will you put this one on me?”

At your nod, she twists around, turning her back to you and sweeping her hair up. You struggle with the clasp a little due to your nervousness, but you get it. Had you paid closer attention, you would have noticed how Wanda shivered at your touch.

She turns back around and you admire her with your gift around her neck. “It looks great on you.”

She leans toward you again and you assume it’s to give you another hug, which you wouldn’t mind one bit, but she doesn’t move her head to the side the way one does to hug someone. Her nose bumps into yours and you realize she’s going to kiss you.

For some damn reason you pull away before her lips reach yours. She looks embarrassed and begins to apologize, “Sorry, I misread that. I thought with the present and the way you’ve been looking at me all day, shit.”

“No, you didn’t misread anything,” you reassure her. She relaxes. “Can we try that again? I was just nervous, but I’m ready now.”

“Are you sure?”

“Wait.” You get up and make a show of shaking off the nerves and pumping yourself up before you sit back down. “Okay, now I’m ready.”

She giggles, grabbing your face and pulling you into her, kissing the life out of you. She moves to lie back on the bed and you follow her lead. You’re kissing and it’s getting hot and she tugs on your shirt. You remove it without a second thought. You begin kissing down her neck pulling sweet noises when you leave a love bite. She gasps and grips your arm, right above your elbow.

You flinch in pain. The sudden intake of breath tips her off and she pulls her hand away. She asks worriedly, “Are you okay?”

You remember the tattoo and the fact that it’s not so hidden right now. You start to panic. “Yep, why? Are you okay?”

She narrows her eyes in suspicion, but you kiss her with the intention to make her forget. A minute later, she does it again, grabbing right on that spot. You try not to, but she hears the small groan and she pulls away. “Okay, what’s wrong?”

“Wrong? Nothing’s wrong,” you lie.

“Then why do you flinch every time I grab your arm?” She moves to grab your arm again to prove a point but you move it away.

“Nothing’s wrong with my arm,” you deny. She sits up and reaches for your arm. Once more you pull out of reach.

“Y/N, let me see your arm,” she demands.

“Okay.” You try to save yourself from some of the embarrassment by explaining, “But before you look, just know I did it on a drunken dare and I didn’t know until the day after what Tony actually wrote.”

That piques her curiosity and she shuffled around you to take a look at your arm. You can’t watch, so you hide your face behind the palm of your other hand. You expect her to either laugh at you or get upset, but moments pass and you don’t hear anything.

You get the nerve to look over your shoulder at Wanda. She looks indecisive about what she wants to say, but she doesn’t look mad. Finally, she says, “I guess I don’t have to ask if you like me or not.”

You groan in embarrassment, hiding your face again. She laughs and pulls you into her as she lies back down. “Don’t laugh. It’s embarrassing enough getting your crush’s name tattooed on you. I don’t need her to actually make fun of me.”

“Aww, you have a crush on me?” she coos.

You pull away, giving her a deadpan look. “No, I get girls’ names tattooed on me all the time.”

“Having your crush’s name tattooed is embarrassing,” she agrees.

You narrow your eyes, thinking she's just making fun of you now and that was the last thing you need but she continues, “So how about we say it’s your girlfriend’s name?”

Your eyes widen. Wanda bites her lip nervously, waiting for your answer, and that’s how you know she’s serious. You blush, “That would be less embarrassing.”

“I think so too. So what do you say?” She asks, wanting a clear answer.

“I would love to be your girlfriend,” you answer.

She smiles and kisses you. You can’t help the giddy laughter that comes after.

“You know, he didn't do too bad. It’s pretty well-proportioned.”

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff x you

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sebastianstansqueen · 2 years ago

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Cheer Up Love 5

A/N: Ya'll I just wrote the ending for this and I think your gonna be mad or happy we'll see, Tagged, either send an ask or comment on this or click on Taglist open.

Wordcount: 1,336

Warnings: Angst, fighting, Tony being an ass, lots of gaslighting, bitchy friends, I think that is all actually

Chapter Name: Dinner

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That night Y/n greeted Peggy, Wanda, Vision, and Steve into their home. That night everyone looked nice, she noticed the flowers in Wanda's hands, and she thanked Wanda for bringing flowers, soon after Tony and Pepper showed up, Bucky pulled her in close as they greeted them. “Thank you so much for coming tonight Mr. and Mrs. Stark.”

“Well the pleasure is all ours.” Pepper smiled at Y/n.

Everyone went and talked with each other as the music played in the background, and Y/n headed to the kitchen to finish what was left of what needed to be worked on for dinner, then Tony walked in. “Need help?”

Y/n whipped around to look at him. “No, I'm fine.” She shook her head.

Tony sighed. “I’m sorry Natasha didn’t believe you, it's such a shame.” Then he smirked. “Y/n, I like a challenge, it’s just what I need, every genius needs one and I guess you're mine.”

“I guess I am.” She glared at him. He left her to be with that, and she glared at him as he left.

Once dinner was finished being prepared she put it out on the kitchen table, as she was about done Bucky pulled out two seats one to the right of the second head of the table that would be meant for her, and then the two heads which were reserved for Tony, and Bucky, Y/n swiftly took the seat meant for Bucky, instead of her own, he reluctantly sat at the right of her, she arched her brow at Tony who did the same thing back at her, everyone was conversing to one another as they served their food onto their plates. “Peggy where did you meet Steve?” Y/n suddenly asked.

“Oh um well, I met him in New York getting off the subway.” She smiled.

“Uh hu, well isn’t that funny because that's how I believe now tell me if I am wrong, but that is how Jane also met Thor, along with Stephan and Christine.” Y/n pointed out.

“Oh yeah that’s um quite the coincidence.” Peggy laughed off.

“Did you know that most of the people here are either from California or New York?” Y/n asked.

“Well that's silly because I’m from England.” Peggy pointed out.

Wanda nodded. “And I’m from Sokovia.”

Y/n nodded. “Well you two are the exception along with Natasha are the exception, but here's another thing we all having in common we all got married in New York, and Honeymooned on Islands, now can that just be coincidence, because I personally would have gone to Parise, not an Island but I only remember going to and Island.”

Bucky cut in. “Steve, you didn’t get to finish your story, please continue.”

“Sorry Steve but I’m not quite finished, there are so many stories that we've been told, we’ve been told what we remember, they choose what we remember, until we start remembering things that they want us to forget, like Val.” Y/n pointed out.

“Y/n.” Bucky hissed out.

“No. James, it's okay.” Tony reassured, then he leaned over, staring Y/n in the eyes. “I’m curious as to where she is going with this.”

“Tony is doing something to us.” Y/n said.

Tony rolled his eyes. “Y/n the question is, why aren’t you taking the medication that is supposed to help with your…delusions.”

She shook her head. “He’s lying to us, he's lying to all of us.”

“Natasha, your best friend is worried about you, and she thinks that you need help, is that why she isn’t here tonight, because you didn’t want to be reminded?” He asked.

“He’s using you, he's using all of us.” She warners, she turned her attention to all of the men in the room. “Do any of you actually know what the Westview project is?”

“Do you?” Tony asked. “Is that why you went out there?” Bucky’s and everyone's eyes looked at her with disbelief. “To headquarters?”

“What?” Bucky asked, looking at her.

She turned to him. “I’m sorry I’m so sorry but there was a plaine and it crashed, so I had to go look for help, and you don’t know what he is doing.” Bucky pulled away from her.

“You wandered out by yourself, you put yourself and you all in danger because she ignored the only rule we give you.” Tony finished.

“Yeah I went out there, but at least I know the truth, you’ve trapped us here Tony.” She pointed at him.

“Trapped, I hope no one here feels trapped Y/n, you need to stop lying.” He hissed.

“I’m leaving, Y/n, you invite us here, and you insult and belittle my husband, I will not have that.” Pepper hissed standing up and making her way outside as did everyone else soon after the ginger.

The music turned to static, Bucky poured himself one of the amber drinks waiting on the in-home bar. “Did you enjoy yourself, Y/n?” He hissed after pouring back the drink. “Did you enjoy embarrassing not only you but me?”

“Bucky, no don’t do this, come one we have to go please, please believe me he talked to me before dinner he told me I was right, in the kitchen he told me he enjoyed a challenge.” Y/n cried. “Please we have to leave tonight, we have to get away.”

Bucky nodded. “Okay, alright if you say so we will.”

Y/n kissed her husband Bucky could taste the salt from the tears on her lips. “Thank you.” She mumbled against his lips, not long after they were packing up their necessities, Bucky had Y/n finished up so that he could warm up the car. “I got clothes, toothbrushes/paste, hair brushes and blankets. I believe that is all all right let's go.” She waited a second. “Bucky, come on let’s go.” She said.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered. She started to be yanked from the car.

“No Bucky.” She cried. “I can change.” She begged him. “Please Bucky no.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” Bucky chanted, as she begged and cried, his knuckles turned white against the steering wheel of the car.

“I can be better, I’m sorry.” She cried, Bucky continued his apologies as she was dragged out of the car, she screamed and fought against the people carrying her away.

Bucky sat their eyes closed, hair a mess. “FUCK! FUCK!” He pounded his fist against the steering wheel causing the car to honk in the night.

Y/n was taken to the hospital and strapped down by ankles and wrists to the table she begged, they placed a rubber teeth shield and placed a metal weir with two sponges at the ends to her temples, and she started to spasm as they turned the tool on.

Flashes of you and Bucky dancing in an old-looking tour down a building and then…

You remember walking through the halls of your office, the company that you owned, stressed and tired, you headed home, and you found a stressed-out-looking Bucky. “What’s wrong?” You asked him.

“I wish I could be doing more.” He answered.

You sighed. “Bucky, your fine, your working on making amends to the world for what Hydra forced you to do your alright, I really don’t mind baby, pulse I’ve been working on my company for years, it’s alright for me to be a little more hands on and away from super heroine.”

He shook his head. “Also there's no dinner.”

“Why not?” You asked.

“Because I didn’t know what you wanted and you never texted me back so..” He led on.

You shook your head. “Bucky.” You sighed. “Whatever, I’m taking a shower.”

Then the song once again made its appearance. “Darling, I’m with you all the time, can't you see I long to be with you all the time?”

This happened to Y/n multiple times with shocks of electricity going through her body over and over again.

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earlgreydream · 4 years ago

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Jealous

| loki x reader | smut |

Loki ignores you and you devise a plan to make him jealous, but you’re in too deep when it backfires.

warnings: spanking, punishment, sex (obviously)

A drink was pushed into your hand, a the fake smile on your face was dazzling. A designer gown that cost more than a car was draping your body, catching the attention of everyone in the room.

Stark’s parties were loud and long and obnoxious. The host of the party was drunk and enthusiastically telling stories of his genius success. Reporters followed around your coworkers like dogs, three of them interrogating you at the moment. You could barely find it in you to give them any attention, your eyes intently resting on your boyfriend. He was leaned against a wall in an all-black suit, drinking champagne with a harrowing scowl on his face. You had to drag him to the party, and he’d left you to stand in a quiet corner as soon as reporters had flocked to you. The public wasn’t fond of Loki, and you knew that. They were unable to forgive him for his attempted takeover, though it had been years. You hated the judgement of the public against Loki, especially when he was accused of corrupting you.

You were America’s darling, the golden girl of the avengers. A late addition to their team, you were adored by everyone for your sweet personality and generally bubbly attitude. The media was scathing when discussing your relationship with Loki, accusing him of manipulating you. They would never be able to understand the love and devotion you had for each other.

However, tonight, he was in a sour mood. You were annoyed that he had abandoned you to fend for yourself against the press, especially after he’d put up such a fight to come in the first place. Your eyes narrowed at him as you made eye contact across the party, and his gaze was hard as he lifted his glass to his lips.

You grew more and more frustrated the more time that passed. You wanted attention, you wanted him by your side, you wanted his hands on you, you wanted him.

“Y/N! How do you feel about Stark’s new weapons line? Have you used any?” A reporter captured your attention. You turned to him, flashing a smile.

“Yes, actually! Stark is a genius as always.” You laid your hand on his arm, giggling at a joke he made. You could feel Loki’s eyes on you, and you could practically feel the jealousy brewing. The reporter blushed and began to stammer, making you smile wider.

“Stark! Come tell them about your weapons!” You called as he passed. He never passed up an opportunity to talk about himself, and he wrapped an arm around your waist with an intoxicated grin. You shot Loki a challenging look, leaning your head on Tony’s shoulder and laughing at something he said.

You slipped out of his grasp, taking the opportunity to get away from the reporters. You walked to the bar, standing Bucky and ordering another cocktail.

“We can feel his jealousy radiating off of him. You’re making him angry.” Bucky warned you, referring to Loki.

“I don’t care. Maybe if he was so jealous he could at least stand by me.” You shrugged, and Bucky seemed uneasy.

“Y/N, you’re playing a dangerous game-”

“Let him be mad if he wants.” You swallowed a generous amount of my drink, and Bucky dropped it, giving up on trying to warn you.

“Dance with me.” You said to Bucky, setting your empty glass down on the bar.

“Y/N, you’re going to really piss him off-”

“You’re dating Steve, I don’t think Loki needs to worry.” You rolled your eyes and pulled Bucky to dance with you. He relaxed as he expertly moved your body along with the music, dipping you low to the ground.

“Excuse me.” You left Bucky after a couple of songs, walking to the restroom.

After drying your hands, you went to fix your hair in the mirror. A startled gasp left your lips as Loki suddenly appeared behind you, wrapping his hand around your throat.

“Loki-?” You were caught off guard, and you were dragged back and pinned to his chest, seeing his green eyes blaze with anger in the mirror.

“What are you playing at, Y/N? Are you trying to make me jealous?” Loki gave you an opportunity to confess and apologize, but you looked back at him, standing your ground.

“I’m just having fun at the party. Just because you pout in the corner doesn’t mean I can’t talk to reporters and dance with a soldier boy.” You taunted him, feeling his grip tighten around your throat.

“Why are you being a brat? Is it because you’re so fucking desperate for my attention, you’ll get it any way you can?” Loki’s voice was dangerously low, but you refused to show your anxiety.

“I can get attention from anyone.” You dug yourself deeper, and Loki bent you forward over the counter.

“Loki!” You gasped, tugging at the magic binds that held your wrists to the faucet. The cold marble was pressed against your chest, the edge of the counter digging into your hips, pushing your ass out.

“Not so bold now?” Loki mocked as you struggled.

“Have you lost your mind? Someone could walk in-”

“Let them. You wanted to flirt and whore around, so let them walk in and see you bent over the counter for me.” He snapped, and your eyes widened. As much as you hated it, the threat made arousal pool between your thighs.

You knew it was an empty threat, Loki would never let anyone see your body. You knew the door was magicked shut, but his words still made warmth spread through your belly.

“You’re mine. You’re mine alone, and I didn’t realize I would have to remind you.” He ran his hands down your sides, and you looked up at him in the mirror, your eyes widened when you saw his suit was gone, and he was standing naked behind you.

“I’m yours.” You breathed, squirming against the counter, trying to arch off the cold stone. His hands went under you, groping your breasts roughly. You squeaked as he rolled your nipples between his fingers through the thin fabric of your dress, and you rested your forehead against the countertop as heat seeped through your panties.

“Loki, I’m-- ah-- I’m sorry!” You shrieked as he pinched roughly, making your back arch.

“I’m going to make you remember that nobody could ever touch you like me or make you feel good.” He hissed in your ear, making you moan eagerly, nodding.

“After I punish you for acting like a brat.” He finished, a yelp leaving your lips as he slapped your ass with force, pain stinging through your skin. He lifted your dress to bunch around your hips, leaving your ass exposed to him.

“A black lace thong, hm?” He snapped it, making you jerk. Soft yelps caught in your throat as he delivered several more slaps to your ass, and you tugged pathetically, failing to free your wrists. You knew he could see your arousal dripping down your thighs, and you blinked away moisture from your eyes, trying to look at him in the mirror.

“Loki, please!” You begged him, wanting him to ease up on your ass and fuck you like you wanted.

“Please, what, Y/N?” He taunted, knowing exactly what. He wanted to hear you say it, to further your embarrassment. He spanked you again when you didn’t answer, and you swallowed your shyness.

“Please, fuck me!” You cried, and he tore off your thong, kicking your legs open wider. You wanted to touch him, and you yanked on your hands, but he didn’t let them go.

“You’re fucking soaked, you dirty girl. Was it from dancing with the soldier?”

“No, no, it’s from you.” Your voice was broken as you struggled to speak.

He dragged his fingers through your folds, and you writhed as he stroked at your opening, avoiding your clit and not entering you. He was making you writhe and beg for him, completely at his mercy.

“Needy girl.” He mocked your pathetic whimpers.

You screamed as he fully entered you in one thrust, his hips connecting with the heated skin of your ass. You choked on moans as he relentlessly snapped his hips, hitting you deep with every thrust. The roughness burned, but pleasure was coursing through your body, making it easier to ignore. You tried to grind against the edge of the counter, needing stimulation on your clit in order to cum.

“No, you will not come. You’ve been a brat and throwing yourselves at other men. So you are going to bend over and take what I give you, and you’re going to hold it.” He ordered, making you sob desperately.

“Please, please, please!” You squealed helplessly and he held you still as he emptied his seed into you, coming inside of your tight heat. You whimpered as he pulled out, using his fingers to push his thick seed back inside of you as it dripped. You were shocked at his willingness to just leave you.

Loki was an incredible lover, always attentive and making sure you came multiple times. The sharp contrast of his dominating roughness left you jarred and unsatisfied.

He knelt down and pressed a kiss to your aching cunt, making you shudder as he stood back up.

“Come on, darling. Stark’s party has another couple hours. You did want me to stand by you for interviews, didn’t you?” Loki hummed, slipping your dress to fall back down over your legs.

“Loki, I don’t know if I can walk.” He laughed, releasing the invisible bonds on your wrists and pulling you up to stand. He held your jaw and pressed a tender kiss to your lips, leaving your head spinning.

“You’re so pretty in this dress, darling. Come on, let’s go enjoy the party.”

You walked out of the bathroom, his hand on your lower back. He murmured affirmations in your ear, and put a drink in your hands, smiling at Bucky and Steve as they chatted with you.

“Y/N, how is everything with your boyfriend, here?” A reporter asked you, and you leaned back into Loki’s chest. You fought off the urge to slip into subspace after the sex, and you gave the reporter a dreamy smile.

“It’s amazing. Loki is wonderful to me, as always.” You answered, looking up at the young god who smiled down at you. You were dazed as you kept up with the party, and there wasn’t a second without Loki’s hands somewhere on your body.

“Loki, please, this party is too much.” You whispered to him. You wanted to go back to the privacy of your suite, and be alone with Loki. He gave into your request, whisking you away back to your bedroom.

“I need you, I need you to make me come. I’m sorry I was a brat.” You babbled softly, and he gently kissed you, slipping the dress off of your shoulders and helping you step out of it.

“I’m going to take care of you darling, relax.” Loki hummed into your neck before laying you down carefully on the bed. He was attentive to the fact he’d destroyed you earlier, and he knelt down between your legs to eat you out instead of putting you through another round of fucking.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I love you, I just wanted attention!” Your words came out in shaky breaths as he licked through your folds, pulling your clit between his lips.

“My darling, I know. I love you, I’m no longer upset. If you want my attention you need only ask. Now hush and let me make my gorgeous girl feel good.” He said with a kiss to the inside of your thigh. You weaved your fingers into his black hair, rocking against his face as he ate you out, bringing you to the edge within minutes.

“Loki!”

“Let go, darling.” He coaxed you, and the coil in your belly snapped with a scream. You throbbed as you came, and he rode you through it, licking up everything that dripped from your aching center.

“I love you,” He said softly, pulling you to lay in his arms and lulling you to sleep.

#Loki x reader #Loki smut #Loki fluff #Loki imagines #Loki fanfic #Loki #marvel

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p0orbaby · 3 years ago

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Oh goodness! I read your Natasha and cute lil adoptive!daughter story and it was just so incredibly adorable!! also loved the tony moment :,) so i came up with another one: so let’s say again r is still very young & nat leaves for like a couple hours & comes back to tony having given r way too much sugar so she’s all hyper, running & jumping around lmao

(maybe her mom trying to catch her whilst being mad at tony lol)

Having out with Tony would be super cool! Reader is living life in this one.

Authors note - slowly but surely getting through my requests. Thank you all so much for asking me to write. Been enjoying it so much so keep em coming!

Warnings - I think there’s a couple of swears in there somewhere but other than that nothing.

The Manny Diaries

As a parent, the majority of the time it was best to keep your child to a routine. Naps at the same time, dinner at the same time and everything else in between that required the day to run smoothly. This also included filling your friends in on what to do when looking after your child. Which is was Natasha did. But maybe she asked the wrong person to babysit.

“She needs to be put down for a nap at 1, right after you’ve fed her because that’s when she gets tired. Are you listening?”

“Yeah for sure, nap before she eats then run around and get tired, yeah got it”

“No Tony, food then nap-“

“I’m joking, I’ve got this. Now hurry up and go so I can spend some quality time with the kid”

“If you need anything just ring me, please”

“We won’t need anything, will we Y/N?” Tony asked. You shook your head from where you sat on the sofa in the common room.

Natasha hadn’t even left the building and she was starting to regret leaving you with Tony already.

You loved spending time with Tony. He let you do whatever you want. Your mum was still fun ofcourse, but she wouldn’t let you eat handfuls of junk food like Mr Stark does.

“That good?” Lunch was cheeseburgers. Obviously. It wouldn’t be a Tony stark lunch if cheeseburgers weren’t involved.

You didn’t even bother replying, you stuffing your face was enough of an answer to his question.

“What do you wanna do after? We can go for a drive or-“

“Suit” you blurted out.

“You want to play with the suit? Now that’s what I’m talking about. Finish up then we can get you strapped in”

“Right” you heard Tony’s muffled voice through the helmet. “Lift up your hand so I can put the glove on”

This was why Natasha didn’t like Tony looking after you. For a genius he was utterly clueless on how to look after a child. Who in there right might would think letting a three year old play with an iron man suit?

Once he had put your hand into the glove, which was more like a sleeve on your little arm, he held your hand up making you do his signature firing pose.

“Alright so when a bad guy is coming towards you what do you do?”

Having taught you this before, you shouted “pew” in the direction of the imaginary villain.

Tony then imitated a big explosion with his mouth and picked you up pretending you had flown away from the eruption. All you could do was squeal as he ran around his lab with you in his arms.

The fun was short lived though as a ringing sound came from inside the helmet. You saw Natasha’s face on the caller I.D and started squealing again.

“Mama, it’s mama!”

“Oh shit, I mean uh, F.R.I.D.A.Y transfer the call my phone please”. Once Tony had said this, your mother face left the screen.

“Hey Tony, how are things?” You heard her say I’ve the speaker.

“All good at this neck of the woods, ringing to keep an eye on me are you?”

“I knew you were a smart boy Stark. How was she going to sleep? She give you any trouble?”

Shit. Tony had completely forgotten about your nap. You weren’t giving him any reason to think you were tired so he didn’t think to get you ready for bed. He see why he thought the impromptu mission was necessary.

“She went down like a dream, you’ve raised a good one there Nat” he lied, hoping to butter her up before his inevitable grilling later.

“I speak to mama?” Your little voice asked from by Tony’s side. All he did was shake his head and put his finger to his lips in an effort to keep you quiet.

Pulling on the leg of his jeans to get his attention again, you made him jump and the sudden act, causing him to swing his arms and knock over some stuff off his desk. All that could be heard from your mothers end of the phone was a loud crash.

“What was that Tony?”

“Ow! shit, nothing got to go Romanoff bye” he hung up before you could cause any more issues.

He looked down at you with a smirk as you still had the helmet on

“Your mother is going to kill me”

The fact that so much time had now passed since you were supposed to take your nap, Tony took it upon himself to try and keep you awake instead.

“I’ve got a surprise for you” Tony said as he made his way from the kitchen, hands behind his back.

You turned your head towards him, confusion painting your features. What was he up to?

“How about we have a little bit of a pre home time treat, because you’ve been so good”. Of course you wanted a treat.

You were a kid for Christ sake and what kid turned down treats.

With an enthusiastic nod you got up from where you were sat on the floor and ran over to Tony. You stood at his feet waiting patiently for him to reveal what he had a hold of.

“I thought we could have some…CANDY!” He shouted the last word and you instantly grabbed the bag when you showed it to you. Yeah Tony was definitely your favourite now.

“What the hell did you do Tony?” Natasha shouted as she chased you around the room.

“Nothing! Why would you think I’ve done something?”

“Because she’s running around like a crazy person and won’t let me take her home” she nodded in the direction of the corridor that you were now running up and down in.

“Well what can I say, that nap really did wonders”

“I’m serious Tony what happened?” Natasha had her infamous glare plastered on her face. Eyebrow raised and arms folded across her chest.

“She might have found the candy”

“Found the candy or was handed the candy?

His time was up so he might as well come clean. “Fine, I forgot her nap cause we were playing with the suit and-“

“You did what!? You let her play with suit? You know I don’t like her near that shit Tony!”

“She asked!”

“She’s a child, just say no!”

“But she’s so cute I couldn’t resist. How do you do it? Are you some sort of witch that puts a spell on her so you are blind to her cuteness?”

“Well thanks to you she’s going to be a menace for the rest of the day. Remind me to never ask you to watch her again. As punishment you can wrangle her while I eat whatever candy she didn’t get to”

“You’re cold Romanoff, you know that right?”

Natasha asked Wanda to babysit you after that.

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yourmcu · 4 years ago

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Forgotten (CONTINUED VERSION)

Pairings: Tony Stark x daughter!reader, Peter Parker x Stark!reader (platonic)

Request:

Hello i love your story could you do angsty tony x daughter reader. Wherein the reader has a twin brother and Tony and the avengers prefer the twin brother and becaus of that, the reader became rebel and badass. She always getting trouble and almost drop out student. The avengers and her father were seem disappointed and dont know what to do. Not until the reader involve into car accident and she's critical injured. The reader also slipped to coma. Everyone is devastated about the reader conditione. And they realized that the reader only rebel because she wants to get attention from them. It depends to you what the end come, I just want a full angst this week and I hope you dont mind my English. Anyway I hope your alright.

A/n: y’all wanted it, I finished it :)

Word count: 3,984

(more notes at the end!)

Warnings: angst, hurt/comfort? bad writing of an anxiety attack, accident, knife, hospitals

read it on ao3!

gif not mine! credits to the owner^^

Being a genius/billionaire/superhero’s kid doesn’t always sound nice like it usually does.

You were one of the Stark twins, the other half being your brother, Ethan.

The both of you showed signs that you inherited the commonly known Stark trait (intelligence) at a young age. But Tony mostly focused on his son, showing him all his inventions and gadgets, teaching him everything he knew while you on the other hand, were being babysat by Happy or Pepper, sometimes Rhodey.

You tried so hard to get your father’s attention but he always had his excuses:

“I don’t have time for that.”

“I’m busy with Ethan right now.”

“Maybe later.”

At first you didn’t mind if your brother got all the praise and attention. It wasn’t until your mid-teens that you really started to feel left out and ignored.

You were left to frown when the other Avengers never found anything interesting about you, just like Tony did. They all liked Ethan better. The topic of him being the next Iron Man when Tony retires is getting exhausting.

There was this one time when Tony announced that they were all going out to dinner since Ethan got, yet again, a full set of A’s on his report card.

“Did you get my card?” You tapped on Tony’s shoulder lightly.

He gave you a side glance, “ah shoot, I forgot. I’ll go get it tomorrow.” Then returned his attention to your brother.

But he ended up forgetting again the next day and you had to convince your teacher to give it to you instead. Your marks had A’s, but littered with B’s as well, of course that was no match for your brother’s perfect marks.

And that sort of scenario wasn’t just a one time thing, Tony forgets to pick up your report card every. single. time. The messed up part was you and Ethan literally attended the same school, he was just in a more advanced class than you.

As time passed, Tony went from ignoring you to getting annoyed and pissed at you for everything you did. In his eyes, you were always in the wrong. And the reason? You didn’t know.

“Dad? Can I borrow Bruce for a minute?” You knocked on the glass door of his lab to get him to look up.

He didn’t, but responded, “kinda busy with him right now.”

You looked at your fractured arm, regretting your decisions. “W-well, Ethan was training with Nat, and... and he wanted to try the new moves he learned on me. He went a little hard and - I think my arm’s broken, I just wanted Bruce to check it out-”

“Goddammit!” He shouted after you heard a glass shatter. Bruce covered his face with palms, muttering an ‘oh no’.

Tony glared at you, striding to where you were standing. All that was left for you to do was to brace yourself for what was about to come. “See, this is why we never let you do anything with the team,” he spat. “That right there?”-he pointed to your arm-“that’s on you. Things go wrong because you’re in the way!”

“I’m... I’m sorry-”

“Just get out of here.”

Your arm remained untreated after that.

Then Peter Parker came into the picture. Friendly guy, he was actually nice to you. Him and Ethan got along right away when Tony first recruited him. The fact that he treated Peter better than you made you even more miserable. It made you think he never wanted a daughter in the first place.

You first met Peter when he accidentally entered your room without warning, thinking it was the bathroom. Cliche, but that’s what happened.

“It’s on the first door to your other left,” you stated.

“Yeah, yeah okay, thanks,” he turned around to leave but stopped to look at you again. “I’m Peter Parker, by the way.”

“Y/N Stark.”

Peter’s eyes lit up at your last name. “I... I didn’t know Mr. Stark had a daughter - no offense! It’s just-”

You sighed and waved him off. He didn’t even notice the similarities you had with your twin. “It’s fine. I get that a lot.”

After many events of being, to be blunt, treated like shit, you finally had enough. You neglected your studies, only went to school when you felt like it (which was rare). No one cared your grades anyway, so what’s the point? You became a whole new person, you surrounded yourself with the wrong sort of people, causing you to dabble into smoking and alcohol.

Since you were always in trouble, you could recite Cap’s detention speech at school by heart now.

The principal of your school wanted to see Tony to talk about your behavior. Normally he’d make an excuse not to go if it wasn’t that important but he got flooded with messages from the school, so he couldn’t say no.

You had your legs crossed, sitting across from Tony who had his eyebrows furrowed as he listened to the principal. For some reason you didn’t feel nervous. “Y/N barely attends her classes. I’ve seen every attendance. Are you aware of this, Mr. Stark?”

Tony only maintained his usual relaxed posture and avoided your gaze.

“Some students have also seen her smoke in school grounds. We gave her a few weeks suspension for it, but it doesn’t look like she’s learned her lesson.” They pulled out a couple boxes of cigarettes from the desk drawer. “We found these in her locker.”

“You went into my locker?” You shot up from your seat. “You can’t just do that!”

Tony cleared his throat and got up, gripping your wrist. “I’ll take it from here - will that be all?”

On the way out he doesn’t say a word to you, only that his grip on your wrist got tight as you near the car.

“So,” he started the car. His voice was calm, but it screamed that you were in deep trouble. “What do you have to say for yourself?”

You sighed and slouched in the passenger’s seat, crossing your arms. “I’m... sorry you had to know...?”

“Yeah, I’m just gonna be honest with you here,” Tony still doesn’t look at you. “When I found out I had two kids, I got worried about Ethan.”

You let out a snort. Of course he would.

“I didn’t want him ending up like me. But surprise surprise, my daughter did instead.”

“I’m not ‘ending up’ like you, Dad-”

“Then what do you call - this,” he referred to you. “What, you’re just gonna waste your life, drop out of school? You’re a fucking mess, Y/N, and here I thought I raised you right. Sometimes I think: why can’t you just be like your brother?” He had a hard grip on the steering wheel as he drove, the way he spoke affected the speed of the car greatly.

You opened your mouth to speak but you couldn’t fine the exact words you wanted to say. “I... well, I’m sorry I’m not a goody two shoes like him!”

“That’s not what I-”

“Please, that’s exactly what you meant.”

He scoffed, shaking his head. “Look, I’m grounding you until you pull yourself together, understand?” And he did. He gave new orders to Friday when the both of you got home. You weren’t allowed to leave the compound without Tony’s permission.

Were you giving up that easily? Of course not.

You were on your laptop for the rest of the day, hacking into Friday’s system, the security to the elevator and the entrance. That night, your executed your plan and everything went smoothly.

“This is why you never underestimate me,” you sighed, deactivating the hack once you were out of the building.

Your friend who was picking you up was already waiting a few blocks away from the compound. “I hope you’re cool with me staying over for a couple days.”

“If a bunch of Avengers come and destroy my place to look for you, I’m not going to be friends with you anymore.”

You laughed at out, “oh trust me, they don’t care.”

----

The next day no one noticed your absence, nobody did for another two days. Tony just assumed you were mad about your punishment, so he didn’t think of it much.

Not until Peter came to the compound on the third day, wanting to hang out with you.

“Whatcha got there, Pete?” Ethan asked.

“Star Wars movies. I wanna watch them with Y/N - she could use some company, don’t you think?”

The older Stark twin shrugged, “yeah, I guess she could.”

Peter then headed to the elevator and stopped at the floor where your room was. He knocked on your door and waited a bit, after a few minutes of silence he knocked again, still nothing.

“Y/N? Is it okay if I come in?” He called out. No response. He hesitated a bit, for all he knew you were probably changing or something, or you could be in danger. He went to open the door anyway. “I’m coming in, I’ll close my eyes just to be-”

To Peter’s surprise, your room was empty.

----

You were at a 711 parking lot, waiting for your friends who were buying supplies for a house party. You gave them your wallet, not really caring about anything anymore. Your phone was starting to pile up with messages and missed calls from Tony, Edward and Peter, occasionally from the others as you scrolled pass more.

Without thinking you threw your phone to the ground, cracking the screen, breaking it completely. They’d be able to track you through it now that they know you ran away. You really had no intention of coming back. You weren’t wanted, what’s the point of going back?It’s early but you’ve had a few drinks already. You weren’t sure if breaking your phone was a good idea but there’s one thing you’re sure: you didn’t care anymore.

You didn’t have to turn your head to see who just arrived and ambushed your friends inside the store. They ran out and left you behind. The sound of webs coming out of his shooters was enough for you to tell.

“You shouldn’t be here, Peter,” you sighed defeatedly.

Peter gently took a seat next to you, not removing his mask since you were in public and handed your wallet back. “I don’t understand why you left.”

He took in your awful state. His suit scanned how intoxicated you were, estimated how many cigarette packets you’ve had. His frown deepened at the information.

“I care about you. We all do. Mr. Stark’s not going to stop the search party until you come home.”

You rolled your eyes at the term. “Stupid search party – pathetic – I’m not coming home anymore, Pete-” you slurred and tried to get up but stumbled back, almost twisting your ankle but fell to Peter’s side. “Ow.”

He sighed, struggling to get ahold of you since you always pulled away.

“Stop being so stubborn, okay?”

“If you don’t like my stubborn fucking ass then maybe you should just leave,” you stated. “I’m not wanted there. I got the message. I didn’t run away just to be fucking found.”

Peter stared at you for a moment. He didn’t know why you got grounded in the first place, how you got here and why you didn’t want to go back home. There was something off in the father-daughter relationship, he knew that, but it was news to him that it was that bad. That bad for you to waste your life, to run away. He always thought Mr. Stark was an awesome parent, the way he was treating Ethan, and him…

“It’s unfair,” you ranted. “God, if you only knew how pathetic I feel whenever he tells me off. I’m always annoying to him - not just to him, to the whole team, I’m always wrong in everything I do and it’s honestly tiring? What the fuck do I have to do just to feel loved and wanted?”

You went on rambling while Peter tried to comfort and deny every negative thing that came out of your mouth. He didn’t believe any of it, but the way everyone’s been treating you. He hated that he didn’t notice sooner. He could’ve defended you.

“I have nothing against you, I really don’t,” you sighed. “But you should be grateful they’re treating you perfectly.” You got up and strode to the opposite direction, mentally cursing because your friends ditched you and you has nowhere to go, phone destroyed and everything.

But you were staying true to your word: you didn’t have any plans to go back to the compound. You were going to figure your life out on your own.

“Y/N, I… I’m not leaving you alone out here!”

You were so fed up of the spider-ling. How good he was, how perfect, how Tony clearly wanted him more than you, how he always wanted to do the right thing, because none of you expected what happened next when he went to grab your shoulder. The action was so sudden that it Peter didn’t have time to avoid it.

Knife, shoulder, really deep.

Maybe it was just how wasted you were, because he knew you would never do anything like that.

“You’re really annoying, Parker,” you muttered, not wasting any more time watching him stumble out of shock and pain, sprinting across the streets.

With his uninjured arm, he shot webs while trying to pull the knife (the blade wasn’t even visible anymore on how deep it was) out of his shoulder. There was a loud bang, and Peter never sprinted so fast in his life, not caring less about the pain and blood, because what mattered most was your safety. When he got there, you were far from safe.

-----

A week went by. And during those seven days Tony was on edge, I mean, how can be calm at a time like that?

Peter managed to show up at the compound the same night, breathless and shaky. His state made everyone worried but he wasted no time telling Tony what happened. He got you to the hospital, making sure you were being sorted out right before leaving to break the news.

Tony didn’t think twice and went to the hospital where you were admitted, not listening to Peter’s apologies and leaving Steve to sort everyone out on what they should do.

They didn’t expect you to show signs of waking up after only a week since the accident got you mangled up, it was mostly a blow to the head and as expected, you slipped into a coma.

Right, what happened: an awful timing really, not sure if Peter’s the one to blame but he accidentally stuck you to the ground with his webs, and it just so happened a car was driving at a fast speed – there you go.

Tony made sure you got the best treatment possible. He even went and asked Strange if he could do all the surgeries needed, but he declined, claiming he couldn’t anymore despite the sympathy he felt inside. Instead he asked the best doctors he knew, but still helped out sometimes in any way he could.

You took a breath, trying to open your eyes but the blinding lights of your room and them almost feeling as if they were glued shut from not being open for so long prevented you. You also tried moving your hands, only to feel a warm one rest on top of it, you finally opened your eyes.

“You’re awake,” Tony mumbled, rubbing a thumb on the back of your palm soothingly. “You’re awake and you’re okay.”

“Mr. Stark?” Peter called out, spotting his mentor sitting outside the room where they were doing the final surgery on you. It was his first time visiting, seeing as the knife wound was worse than he thought. “I’m so sorry, I-“

“What happened?” Was the only thing Tony said, not looking up to look at the kid. Peter stood there for a moment but told him everything that happened.

After that and after he made sure you were okay, resting in your room and everything, he let Natasha look after you for the night and headed back to the compound.

The kid would never lie to him but he had to see it all for himself. The Spider-Man suit caught everything through the baby monitor protocol. From when he arrived to the convenient store, when you told him countless of times that you weren’t coming back, and when your drunk self ranted about what you felt.

“What the fuck do I have to do just to feel loved and wanted?”

“He seemed to like both of us equally when we were younger,” you sniffled. “Of course he would, but… my brother just turned out to be special and talented and,” you frowned, “he’s all Tony ever wanted for a kid. Maybe I reminded him of the chick he fucked, I don’t know – must be it, right?”

“Y/N, you’re just as special as-” Peter tried to reason but you threw him a glare. Tony could see the pain and heartbreak in your bloodshot, tired eyes. One that said you didn’t want to hear anything like it anymore. You didn’t want to believe it.

“The thing is, they only want you when you’re gone. Missing. Dead,” you shrugged. “I can take a hint, you know? My only family hates me. My only family doesn’t want me. Now you – all of them – are looking for me… why?” Peter flinched at the loudness of your voice. You truly were broken.

Tony fast forwarded, it didn’t clearly show how you got hit, but he had enough anyway. He wanted to make things right with you. He could only hope that you make pass this, hoping that you’ll let him make it up to you.

“It’s not too late, you know,” Steve said from the entrance to his lab. “Y/N is strong. She’ll make it.”

“Why am I not dead?” You croaked, looking at your father with an anxious expression. You letting out another shaky breath as you struggled to move and look around. “I should be dead. Why am I here-”

“Take it easy-”

“Don’t you understand?” You felt your throat aching, breath quickening. “I don’t want to be here!”

“No, you’re okay. Y/N you’re okay,” Tony tried to calm you down when he saw the lines in your heart monitor go up and down in rapid pace.

“I’m not - no I’m not - not okay,” you struggled to let out. It felt like you were choking on your own breath, getting harder and harder to breathe by the minute, soon tears started to prick your eyes. “I don’t want to be here!”

“Tony, what's going on?” Steve bursted into the room with an alarmed but calm expression.

“Call Strange. Anyone.” He told the captain but his eyes never left you. He rubbed a part of your arm that wasn’t injured soothingly in attempt to calm you down. “Just breathe for me, okay? I’m here and you’re okay.”

Something about the softness and encouraging look in his eyes made you nod eventually and follow his breathing patterns. He held a glass of water for you to drink, holding your struggling hand softly to get it out of the way.

He’s never looked at you like that before.

Most of the time he ignored you, most of the time he looked at you at anger or annoyance when you’ve fucked something up.

“There we go, we okay now?” You looked away and nodded lightly. That was enough for him. Tony wanted to let you know how sorry he was so bad, but thought against it, at least for now. He was scared you might start freaking out again.

Stephen entered the room with the doctor, the other Avengers following closely behind. The amount of people in the room overwhelmed you a bit, but you were strangely calm because of how your father’s acting. Soft and caring, it made you feel safe.

Both doctors concluded that you had some sort of amnesia. In English, your past memories were blotchy, all of them even from your childhood. Again because of the blow to the head it was already expected. But you remembered the recent ones clearly, which was the reason why you avoided looking at Peter and his patched up arm.

Which also meant it was possible you didn’t remember all of the pain you felt concerning your family. It was unfair on your part.

Strange insisted that you stay a few more days, or one more week, just to run tests and make sure you get enough medicine and stuff.

They decided to see how bad your memory loss was.

“I did that to you,” you still refused to look at Peter completely. “I’m sorry, Peter.”

“I’m just glad you’re okay.” Peter gave you a smile.

You moved to the next person. Red hair, seemed to give off a friendly but civil nature. “Natasha? You’re Natasha.”

The Russian merely smiled and crossed her arms.

“Steve,” you stated, moving to the next person. “You always read old books in the kitchen.”

Steve chuckled, nodding to confirm.

“Ethan,” you smiled as you looked at your twin. He gave you a small wave even if he felt as guilty as Tony about everything even if he wasn’t the one to blame.

You stared longer at the next person, almost shoulder length dark brown hair, he’s wearing a jacket to cover his metal arm but you knew it was still there.

“Ducky?”

Peter let out a giggle, so did you brother.

“It’s Bucky, doll,” Bucky smiled, covering his face with his hand to suppress a chuckle as the rest laughed.

“Oh, right, I’m sorry,” you let out a weak giggle yourself.

You meet Tony’s eyes again, the softness still there.

“Dad,” you stated. “You’re my dad. Tony.”

No, you didn’t completely forget how he treated you. You knew he was annoyed with you, which lead you to think that you did something that made him act that way. “Am I bad?”

Tony’s hopeful expression dimmed. “What do you mean, sweetheart?”

You shrugged. “You’re mad at me, I just… I guess it’s just not clear on why.”

Steve thought it would be best for everyone to head out for a bit so he ushered everyone out of the room except for your brother who took a seat at the corner.

“About that, it’s about time we talked, yeah?” Tony sat on a chair backwards beside your bed. It made you nervous, but you were reassured. “You’re not in trouble, don’t worry.”

He exhaled, resting an arm on the top rail. “You deserve so much better. I should’ve treated you better,” you opened your mouth to ask but he continued. “Look, I haven’t been fair with you and it’s a problem. You’re smart, talented and beautiful. I figured you needed to hear it more often because it’s true. What I’m trying to say is, I’m sorry. I really am.”

Your bottom lip involuntarily trembled. “You – you really mean that?”

“From the bottom of my heart.”

You sighed, a genuine smile plastered on your face. “Thank you. And I’m sorry if I was a pain in the ass-“

“You never were,” Tony shook his head. “You always did your best and I really should have acknowledged it more. Give me a second chance?”

“Of course.”

Tony smiled, getting up and planting a gentle kiss to your forehead.

Everything in life was so much better after all that. Tony treated you and Ethan equally, same goes for Peter. The other Avengers were nicer, not the kind of nice that was almost fake, but it was genuine. All of them were. And you were thankful.

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Shifting Realities (Finale)

Summary: After years of being together, you finally told Tony about the truth— your ability to shift realities for your own desire.

Warnings: angst.

Word Count: 925

A/N: I'm new to writing fanfics so criticism are highly appreciated but please do approach me in a nicely manner! :)

A/A/N: If you wanted to see this chapter virtually you can go see it on my tiktok.

— PREVIOUS

You spotted yourself in a familiar place. A place that you couldn't pinpoint where you've seen it before but you're so sure you already visited it. You let your eyes roamed around, stopping at a family picture perfectly fit in the frame that is placed in the floating shelf.

You took the framed picture and saw yourself with Morgan and Tony smiling happily.

You recognized the picture— it was when Morgan turns 2. You couldn't help but tear up a bit. You missed them both. So much.

It's been so long since you've shifted and now that you've got the chance again—even though it's unintentionally, you'll bet your chance on here.

Slowly, a smile is forming on your teary-eyed face as you quietly made your way to the living room, wanting to surprise Tony when you saw a dim light near the sala.

Your footsteps halted when you heard someone talking.

"Oh my god, did you call me baby?"

You heard, so you sneak into the corner and was surprised with the sight in front of you; Pepper and Tony in the living room sitting at the sofa in the middle, talking. The bonfire in the chimney and the faint lamp at the side of the sofa serves as their source of light.

"Maybe."

You heard Tony playfully answer as you felt your heart breaking into two. Like a glass, shattered into million pieces.

"Oh my god, did he call her baby?" You asked yourself, somehow can't accept the truth that lies in front of you.

Maybe it's really the best not to come back here again.

Seconds by seconds passed, you could feel the walls around you compressing towards you making it hard to breathe, suffocating you until you couldn't stand all by yourself so you gently put your hand on the wall. Trying to calm yourself. If only Tony knew in what state you are in right now, he would gently place his hands all over you body, trying to soothe your tense muscles only stopping when he's sure they're already relaxed. Whispering sweet nothings to you as he plants a kiss on your forehead every now and then.

Oh, how much you missed those moments with him. But you couldn't blame Tony. You knew how long you have forgotten to come back to them. To come back to your family. To come back to your home.

You couldn't contain your tears anymore. It rushes down like a mad river, putting a hand over your mouth to stop your little sobs and sighs from coming out.

Though I'm not okay witnessing it this close.

But I'll play it cool and get away from this reality.

Roaming your eyes around the house for the second time, you came across to the hologram wall calendar. July 2030.

Your eyes widen from what you've seen. You gave birth to Morgan at the year 2018. She must've been grown alright. She must've been so pretty and genius. You can't help but wonder if she follow your husband's hobby or circle of interest.

But at the most part, you can't believe it's been 8 years since you've left them hanging. You couldn't blame Tony even more now for seeking comfort to other people.

You couldn't help but think on how many years Tony spent taking care of Morgan all by his own. Guilt, shame, and agony filled up your mind.

You couldn't face them anymore. You didn't intended to neglect them but on the process, you unintentionally did. You failed as Mrs. Stark. You failed to be Morgan's mom. You failed to be a wife.

You failed Tony.

Feeling more suffocated than before, you trie—.

You suddenly woke up from your slumber. Head's aching as if you're having a hungover. You placed your hand on your forehead, putting light pressure to lessen your headache.

Groaning as you slowly sit up, you met eyes with your friend and roommate, Derek.

"What's up, how are you?" He asked, arms crossed.

"I'm cool."

Trying to ignore the sound of your heart breaking remembering the past scenario you've witnessed. Coming to conclusion to never shift again, letting Tony and Morgan be happy with Pepper. Wishing them the best.

—

Bonus:

"Dad, I told you. I saw Mom last night." Morgan tried to explain, she needs to say this to his Dad. Needing his Dad to have his hope back.

"If she have been here, she should've let herself shown to us. Make up for her absence all these yea—" Tony stopped midway. Realizing that you must've witnessed the little scheme he had with Pepper last night.

Yet, you still should've show yourself to him. He deserves an explanation. He needs to hear your reason on why the hell you neglect your family for almost a decade. He needs to see you again.

Feeling hopeless again because he's not sure when you'll be back. He made up with his daughter, hugging her on the process.

"I believe you, honey. I believe you. You missed her so much, don't you?" He softly asked, hugging his 12 year old daughter a little tighter.

"I do, Dad. So so much." She muttered, voice cracking midway as she pressed her head to her Dad's chest, wetting it a bit because of her uncontrollable tears.

Tony did what he always did when he tries to calm you, brushing his fingertips to his daughter's upper back, whispering comfort words in hopes to stop his daughter for crying even more.

Though, this didn't give Tony any hopes on having you back.

— NEXT

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