#yellow shirt w red tag AWW

[natsmagi]

well. It does look like hes wearing pajamas but yellow is his favorite color so i will let it pass. Its kind of cute

[kana-daydreams]

ms. delinquent || sakura | humour | 0.8k

°*:･ᰔeveryone, but sakura, knows you're a girl.

tags: cross-dresser!f!reader. tall!f!reader. gender stereotyping. mild swearing.

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The soles of your well-worn black sneakers skid back to a screeching stop; your gakuran, coloured the same and thrown casually over your shoulders, billowing behind you like a cape against rushing wind.  

Further to your left, a chorus of male voices erupts. They bellow your name in exuberant cheer when you manage to dodge, with practised ease, the strong arm that intentionally hurtles a fist towards your face; while others egg on your split-tone haired opponent and junior who continues to throw punch after punch at you across the courtyard of your school— the infamous Furin High. 

“Going soft, already? Don't tell me yer thinkin' about backing out.” Sakura teases with a wide grin when you gather some distance between you both. “Thought you were the second-years’ Top Dog?!” he adds, his predatory grin growing further before he starts sprinting in your direction, lunging at you with a raised fist.

Just like you, Sakura was determined. Determined to find out who was the strongest between you two.

Determined to be the strongest.

He’d posed the challenge of a duel after he witnessed yesterday with his own eyes, you practically eliminate an entire squadron of guys twice your size without a single scratch marking your surprisingly flawless skin. And kept on pestering you the entire day like a petulant child that didn’t get their way, until they did.

Well...it wasn't as if you weren't itching for a fight with the emotionally reactive teen who’d defeated Shishitoren’s second-in-command.

So why not indulge him?

You scoff. "Who said anything about backing out?” Your body twists to the side, evading his punch and you slip behind him, your hand catching a hold of both his wrists. You pin them firmly against his back, then lean down slightly, lips inches away from his right ear. “Huh? Kitty cat.” You drawl and Sakura’s body involuntarily shudders at your warm breath, ticklish against his ear.

Your lips curve into an amused smile as you watch the tip of his ear colour a deep red, before he forces himself free from your grasp.

“D-Don't call me that, y-you creep?!” He springs back, arms up and fingers curled into fists, in defence. 

“Aww, but you're such an easy tease.” You coo, clutching your stomach, unable to stifle your fits of laughter. “It’s cute.”

Sakura growls at your words. “Ain’t nothin’ cute about me! If anyone’s cute, it’s you, pretty boy!” 

His words catch you off-guard, your lips forming a small ‘O’, heat warming at your cheeks. You peer down, bashful from his 'compliment'.  “You think…” You squirm, voice soft almost timid as you raise a shy gaze to look across at him. “You think, I’m cu—” A sudden force barrels into your stomach and you feel as if all the air has been knocked out your lungs.

Your face scrunches and a grunt falls from your frowning lips when you notice the smug look on Sakura's—your assailant—face, your body falling backwards from the force.

“Heh, that’s what you—”

“You asshole!”

Sakura feels a tight grip pull on his shirt, his blue and yellow eyes drawing wide. 

“If I fall—you fall!”

 And he does— directly on top of you.

His head lies buried against your stomach, his nose catching a muted floral scent, both your limbs tangled together.  

Sakura groans and his hands attempt to find purchase to pull himself up. But when they do, they cup something soft…squishy? And definitely not solid ground. 

Your breath hitches. Sakura freezes. Everything and everyone stills—silence.

Sakura feels a shock ripple through his body, and the hairs on his skin standing tall like soldiers. 

He lurches…? Scurries back, seemingly teleporting as far as he can away from you, and points a finger, wiggling it aggressively in your direction. "W-why is t-there a lump of f-fat on your chest?!"

You push yourself up on your elbows, before sitting fully upright. "Why do you think, dumbass?" You mumble, heat fanning lightly across your face.

And when it clicks—your floral scent, your plush chest masked by an oversized white shirt, and the softness of your body underneath him— Sakura’s ready to combust from all the heat burning underneath his skin.

He looks up at you. He looks down back at his deflowered hand and then up at you again, his lips refusing to cease their relentless quiver. “Y-You’re a g-girl?” He swallows thickly, the feeling of the full mound of your boob he'd attempted to use as leverage, still tingling in the palm of his hand.

You confirm his question with a single nod.

"I just...my hand was...it touched—"

"My breast?"

Sakura sucks in a breath, his face growing impossibly more red. He then clears his throat in a futile attempt to collect himself. “...But how? Are you sure you're a woman?" He arches a brow. "T-There must be a mistake. You've always seemed so...so rough. Way to aggressive and so mas—”

Sakura never gets to finish his sentence when his mismatched eyes cross, and he doubles over in pain from the powerful punch that meets him square in the stomach.

© 2024 kana-daydreams

[the-kr8tor]

Reporting for duty Captain!

A tasm Peter Parker request for a shy reader who likes Peter but backs out when she wants to talk to him or- OR, (more like and) a reader with w rizz who's known Peter since forever and ever. Who has the same interest in photography as he does?? Works in a photo store??

Cook chef!

*gasp* a peter parker request?! Got you, my love 🫡 happy to oblige.

Pairing: TASM! Peter Parker x fem! Reader/ TASM! Spider-Man x fem! Reader

Tags: use of Y/N sparsely, no specific physical description of the reader, CW food mentions, Love struck Peter, Fluff.

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Peter doesn't need to ask around campus for you, he already knows where you are, a perk of knowing you since grade school. He evens his breathing when he finally reaches the worn out doors.

The bells jingle as he enters the old store, yellowed wallpaper greeting him and drab shelves lined with rolls of films, the vintage cameras make up for the boringness of the gray shelves. Ancient posters of movies lined the walls, a time capsule of the early eighties. It's silent inside, no other customer than him.

His sneakers squeak on the linoleum as he walks towards the cashier, expecting to see your smile, your hands occupied with whatever book you're currently (hating) reading. He finds it empty.

Peter's spidey senses don't tingle so he can relax knowing that you're in the back of the store. He jumps over the counter effortlessly thanks to his abilities. Knocking on the door, he hears the muffled sound of your speaker.

“Y/N?”

“In here, Pete—! Wait!!” With a creak, Peter opens the door without skipping a beat. The light from the store filters through the dark room, white covering and filtering out all the red. “No! Close it quick!”

“Oh shit!” He shuts it quickly behind him, too fast and harder than he thought, the wood almost cracks at the sheer force. Wincing, you both mirror each other's expression.

“Pete…” you sigh, closing the distance to check the door, you can't afford to lose a chunk of your paycheck for repairs. But you don't blame him, it's hard to stay mad at Peter especially when he's looking so apologetic at you, almost like a kicked puppy. “You got too excited to see me huh?”

He shuts his eyes with a smile, head falling down, chin atop his chest. He looks exasperated but he did it to hide the blush on his cheeks, hoping that if you manage to glimpse it you'd think it's from the red light.

This won't do, you thought. You missed him too much today just for him to hide his face from you. To remedy the feeling, you grasp his cheek, thumb gently placed right under his eye.

“There you are webhead,” your voice is saccharine, the ruby light bouncing off your face, illuminating your features perfectly. Peter thought he'd melt right on the spot. “Missed me?” In truth, you're the one who misses him most.

He wants to say yes without a second thought but knowing you, you're already aware of his answer. Even though you refuse to acknowledge it. Under all the teasing exterior there's shyness underneath it all, with just one flirty comment thrown your way you'd probably collapse.

Peter finally meets your smiling eyes and for a moment you're the only thing that matters.

With classes and spiderman responsibilities, hanging out with you has been scarce, he needed a fix right away, that's why he came sprinting towards the store immediately after a three hour class and after swinging across town to your favorite deli with his wind swept hair and shirt that definitely needs ironing.

“Not really.” A lie, an awful lie on his part.

“Aww,” you dramatically clutch at your chest, hand leaving his skin to his dismay. “Hear that? You just broke my heart, Parker.”

“D’you even have one?”

“Hey!” You playfully punch his shoulder. “You're the one who ruined my pictures.”

His eyes flick towards the clothesline filled with pictures that just screams ‘you.’ “I can see from here that they're not ruined.”

You click your tongue, hands on your hips, you walk back towards the table. “What are you doing here then, webhead?” Lowering the volume of your speaker, you decide to shut it off when his voice is a much better alternative.

“I feel like I should be offended by that.” Peter stands beside you, hip to hip, arm brushing along yours.

Placing his hand on the small of your back casually, he loops his thumb around your belt loop, pressing softly on your skin. He's done this a hundred times during your friendship but it never fails to wake up the butterflies in your stomach.

“I've called you that numerous times.” Holding the tongs, you carefully place the developed photo in the chemical mixture in the basin, eyes watching the picture pop up slowly.

“Stop being mean, I've come bearing gifts from the deli you like.” His voice is quiet, soft just for you.

“The one that's on the upper west side? Peter, that's really far away.”

“I don't mind, that's what web swinging is for right?”

You scrunch up your nose, Peter has the best seat in the house while he admires your expression.

“And here I thought it was for fighting crime.” You chuckle, pushing the paper further down in the basin. His deep chuckle stops abruptly at the sight in front of him.

Peter's own smiling face greets him and your charisma cracks.

“Oh” you manage to let out with your dry mouth.

You can hear him shudder a breath next to you. The picture is framed perfectly, his face centered in the middle amongst the crowd, zoomed in more like. You clearly avoided having other people in the frame, your main subject was him and him alone.

“...Good picture.” He slaps himself mentally.

“Yep, one of my best, I think.” You say quietly, too quietly. Clearing your throat, you avoid his eyes, “why don't you ready the food? Outside, please?”

Peter shakes himself awake. His skin feels like lava, there's a bead of sweat rolling down his temple. Hands clammy, he nods wordlessly. He awkwardly pats your back before leaving your side.

Walking towards the exit, your back turned towards him, shoulders slouched and tensed. He turns towards you before exiting, “looks like you missed me more, sweetheart.” He's called you that millions of times, all filled with more affection than the last but this one, oh this one he added with so much love that it could stop your heart.

And you think it has.

Peter hears you squeak, a sound he hasn't heard you make since high school when he asked you to dance during the winter formal.

You whirl around, catching sight of his Parker smile, charm oozing out of him that's already gone before you could admire him in the crimson light.

He leaves, shutting the door quickly. Laying his sweaty forehead on the door, he tightly closes his eyes again, feeling like a lightning just struck him and adrenaline coursing through his veins, needing to swing off the extra energy.

Blowing hot air, he takes his clammy hands off the doorknob to take out the food he bought, grinning through it like a mad man.

Meanwhile, you clutch the table with a grip, heart threatening to jump out of your chest, heat in your cheeks as the photo of Peter smiles at you.

Laughing to yourself, you take out his picture to clip it on the clothesline next to the other pictures. You have no idea what to say to him once you leave the room, or do you just stay in the dark room forever? Either way, you're absolutely fucked.

[crimsoncorpse03]

oh ookay!! can i request a Nana x Chihaya (they're so cute😭) (if ur okay w that!) one shot where they go shopping in a shopping center looking at different clothes and scents and in the end they eat something sweet (like a crépe) to finish off their date😋

Ofcourse I can do that !! This prompt is adorable btw :3

Nana was on her way to Chihaya's house to pick her up for the date. She approached the front door, knocked a few times, and waited for Chihyaya to respond. "one m-minute, p-please!" Chihaya yelled from inside her house. Moments later, the door opened and chihyaya walked out from her home, she had a cute red ribbon in her short black hair, and was wearing a cute light yellow dress, a white purse, frilly socks, and black mary jane style shoes. "Awww your outfit is adorable, chihaya" Nana was wearing a pink tshirt with polka-dots, jean shorts, and converse. "r-really? T-thank you Nana, i love you" "I love you too, we should get going now though hehe" Nana grabbed Chihayas hand and smiled.

((((((Timeskip bc I'm lazy))))))

They both arrived at the mall. "What d-do you w-wanna do first?" Chihaya asked Nana. "Mabye wanna head to the gift shop?" Nana suggested. "Ooo, sure!". They walked to the gift shop and walked in.

"Chihaya! Chihaya! Smell this candle it smells sooooo good" Nana ran over to chihaya with the candle. "*inhale* mmm! Cotton candy flower scented!" Nana giggled. "Right!! Hehe, also look what I found for you!" Nana showed chihaya a teddy bear, it had a blue plaid bow on its head, and it had a blue heart on its chest. "Awwww, Nana! Thank you!!" Chihyaya thanked Nana for the teddy. "Wanna check out now?" Nana inquired. "Mhm! Let's go!" Chihaya agreed, and they both walked to the cashier and they checked out.

They walk to another store, a fashion store, this store sells dresses, shoes, shirts, stuff like that, and the clothes were lolita fashion inspired.

"Ooo, let's go their!!" Nana grabbed chihayas hand and pointed to the store entryway with her other. "Oh- sure! T-thats where I got the dress I'm wearing-!" Chihaya said, as they walked into the clothing store and began looking around. "Eeee!" Nana squealed, as she carefully picked up a grey, flowy, short dress, it had a few white accents aswell, such as the white bow around the waist of the dress, and the white shirt collar on top, and the white sleeve cuffs, and white frill on the bottom. "Chihaya this would look adorable on you!!!! It would clash with your hair so well!!" Nana pointed to the dress as she held it up infront of Chihaya. "Oh, its q-quite expensive, n-nana" chihaya pointed to the price tag, it was 90$. "Ah, no worries, I'll cover for you, I have enough" Nana insisted on paying for the dress. "W-what?! Nana you r-really dont n-need to spend so m-much on me, it is a cute dress though..!" Chihaya said worryingly, she didnt want Nana to spend so much on her, she cared for Nana greatly. "No worries, c'mon let's go check out, are ya ready?" Nana said. "Hm, if you insist on buying the dress, then I wont stop you, also, I wanted to get this bracelet for you!" Chihaya held up a pink, pearl bracelet, it was all pink pearls, except for one white heart bead in the middle. "Aww, thank you, darling" Chihaya smiled sweetly and giggled. "Hehe" they both went to go check out.

"*Sigh* I'm hungryyy" Chiyaha said, tired and hungry, as she pat her stomach. "Mhm, me too, wanna head to the food court, we should get crepes, I heard they have a new blueberry chocolate flavor!" Nana pointed in the direction of the food court. "*gasp* yes! I've been craving crepes for forever!!" They walked towards the crepe station in the food court. "Oh? What would you two young ladys want?" The person at the till asked? She was wearing a navy blue and white maid style outfit, and black curly hair, tied into a ponytail, with a pink bow holding her hair together, and she had dark red shiny lipstick. "Ooo, I think I'll get a strawberry cream crepe, extra whip cream and strawberries please!" Nana ordered her crepe, and gave chihaya the look, signaling to her that it was her turn. "Right *clear throat* I want uhhhhh.... the... b-blueberry chocolate flavor" chihaya ordered hers.

(((((Timeskip to them eating, once again, I'm lazyyyy))))))

They sat down beside each other at a table, and ate their crepes. "Mmmm, yummy!!" Chihaya said, happily. "Mhm, these crepes are delectable" Nana agreed. "Oh! You have a little something on your face.." Nana picked up a napkin, and dabbed it on Chihayas upper lip. "Oh, s-sorry, hehe" Chihaya apologized.

They finished their crepes, and began heading out the mall, and to the train station to head back to Chihayas house, they were going to have a sleepover. They got onto the train after waiting 20ish minutes, and found a spot to sit beside each other. "That was alot of fun, Nana, thank you!" Chihaya thanked Nana. "Anytime, it was alot of fun!"

After a little bit, Chihaya got tired and fell asleep on Nanas shoulder. "Chihay- oh, hehe, shes sleepy" Nana spoke quietly once she realized, and pat her head and gave her a kiss on the forehead, and cuddled up with Chihaya.

The end!

A/n: sorry this took so long, I had writers block and also got caught up with other things, my apologies <3

[teachingoutsidethebinary]

I’m Not Leaving

Prompt request: Could I request one where Tony Stark accidentally hits a 13/14 yr old girl with his car and brings her to the tower for medical? He notices the girl is covered in bruises. He looks into it and finds out she's in foster care. She wakes up scared shitless and yells at him that he should've just left her to die cause she can't stand living in her situation anymore. He promises she will be safe from now on and with the help of the team, she learns to trust again and feel loved.

Characters: Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Natasha Romanoff, Reader

Warnings: angst, mentions of abuse and suicidal thoughts

A/N: Thank you so much for the request, anon! I definitely want to do a part 2 for this one, so let me know if you want to be tagged. As always, thanks for reading :)

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When you ran away from your foster home, you didn’t expect certain things to happen. For example, you didn’t expect the weatherman’s prediction of a cool and clear night to be dead wrong. Instead, you found yourself drenched walking along the side of the road. It was certainly cool, and you could feel the stiff breeze sink further and further into your bones with each step you took. You also didn’t expect to forget how to get to the train station. Your directions had all but dissolved in the downpour, and your phone had died three blocks ago.

But, out of all of the unexpectedness of the evening, you sure as hell didn’t expect to get hit by Tony Stark’s car.

  Tony’s POV

“Remind me again why you’re driving a car when you have a perfectly functional suit?” Steve asked in his earpiece.

“Aww, c’mon Cap,” Nat chided from the quinjet comm system, “you know how Stark likes his toys.”

Tony shifted gears as he sped even closer to the enemy car in front of him. He shook his head at the speakers in his ceiling. “This is not just a car, you insolent children. This is a state-of-the-art criminal catching machine!”

“State-of-the-art criminal catching machine?” Bucky asked.

“Eh, still working on the name. Point is, this car can predict the movements of an enemy vehicle. Watch.”

Tony shifted once more and pressed a red button near the navigation screen. The blue Corvette in front of him popped on the screen. A green light scanned the car and showed, with 98% accuracy, that the car would veer to the left in the next 1500 feet.  

“Car’s gonna head left into an alley,” he relayed to the team. “Be prepared for takedown.”

“Roger,” Nat replied.

“Bucky and I will head him off,” Steve said.

Now, if this had been a normal chase, the HYDRA agent in the blue Corvette would have drifted left into an abandoned alley to try and escape through Chinatown. Unfortunately, as luck would have it, a young girl chose that exact moment to cross the sidewalk, completely oblivious to her surroundings. The agent saw her just in time, and a shrill screech filled the air as he yanked the steering wheel the opposite direction. He sped off to the right instead of the left, missing her just in time.

Tony wasn’t so lucky.

He saw the girl’s terrified figure a second too late and spun the wheel desperately. He heard a sickening thud as he braked and jolted to a stop. Breathing heavily, he unlatched the door and wobbled over to her crumpled figure.

“Oh Jesus,” Tony whispered, kneeling in front of her. “A kid...oh my...oh my god, a kid.” A fresh gash trickled blood down the side of her forehead, and her palms were completely torn to shreds. She had a fresh tear in her jeans, and Tony couldn’t tell if the fabric was stained red with blood or darkened from the soaked ground. He held shaking fingers to her neck and nearly keeled over in relief when he found a pulse. She was still alive!

“Tony! What the hell happened?” Steve yelled.

“The car...I hit...I hit a kid,” Tony managed to stutter.

“A kid?!” Nat exclaimed.

“I’ve gotta get her...get her…”

“Tony,” Steve said calmly, “we’ve got the HYDRA agent. Get the kid back to the Tower and into the Cradle. Get her to Bruce.”

Tony nodded even though he knew Steve couldn’t see his face. He looked back at his car and saw the driver’s side mirror dangling by a few wires. The rest of the car looked completely unblemished.

“I just clipped you,” he gasped in relief. “Just clipped.” He shook his head to snap out of it, and gently lifted her off the street. He placed her into the back of the car and (carefully) raced back to the Tower.

“FRIDAY, prep the Cradle!” Tony shouted as he burst through the door to his lab. Bruce was ready at the table and carefully helped Tony place her on the stretcher. The machine hummed and whirred as Bruce carefully cut off her pants and shirt to inspect the damage.

“What happened?” Bruce asked as he cut along the seam of her shirt.

“I was chasing a car,” Tony panted, “and she came out of nowhere. I didn’t mean to…”

“I know,” Bruce comforted. “I know.” He gently peeled the soaking fabric off her skin and went to grab a medical sheet. His brow furrowed as he noticed something was off.

“You just hit her, right?” he asked.

“Clipped,” Tony corrected. “I clipped her.”

“Either way....” Bruce trailed off. He pointed to her stomach and ribs. “Look at this bruising here. They’ve already turned yellow, which means they’re old.”

“What are you saying?”

“It would just be a guess…”

“Well guess!”

Bruce sighed as he finished cutting off her pants and placed the sheet over the girl’s body. He tapped a few buttons on the Cradle’s screen and the translucent cover hissed as it closed over her. Tony stood there, arms crossed and gaze intense.

“You feel like finishing that statement, Bruce?” he asked impatiently. However, in the back of his mind, he had a feeling he knew what the good doctor was going to say.

“It looks like she’s been hit before tonight,” Bruce finally admitted.

Tony walked over to the cradle and peered down at her frail form. Anger bubbled from the pit of his stomach and crept its way up his body, a warm rage taking over. Tony was convinced there was a special place in hell for people who hit kids.

“FRIDAY,” Tony said stoically, “run facial recognition. Get me a name.” He stalked over to his computer and his fingers flew over the keyboard.

“Tony, you’ve got adrenaline pumping through your blood right now,” Bruce said. “Maybe you should rest.”

“I’m not leaving her.”

“The Cradle will take a few hours to-”

“I’m. Not. Leaving.”

Bruce sighed at the finality of Tony’s statement, and walked back up the stairs. Once Tony got an idea in his head, it was damn near impossible to convince him to do anything else.

Hours passed as the Cradle worked on repairing tissue damage. By the time it was done, Steve, Nat, and Bucky had returned to the Tower. Tony moved her to a private bedroom and waited anxiously for her to wake up. Bruce had warned him that a concussion was likely as he hooked up an IV and heart monitor. Tony merely waved him away as he pulled a chair up to the side of your bed.

“You okay?” Steve asked, placing a gentle hand on Tony’s shoulder. Bucky, Bruce, and Nat silently crept out of the room, leaving the two alone.

“Her name’s Y/N,” Tony replied, staring at the wall. “Her name’s Y/N.”

“She’s gonna be okay, Tony. I promise.”

The heart monitor beeped faintly as Tony continued to stare off into space, praying that Steve was right.

  Y/N’s POV

You slowly opened your eyes and groaned at the harsh light. Memories came flooding back from the previous night.

It had been dark and rainy...there was a screeching? A car. You definitely remembered a car. No...two cars. One missed you, and the other…

“Oh my god,” you whispered, pulling at the blanket covering your chest. You were almost bare underneath, save for a bra and underwear that weren’t yours. You expected to see a smattering of bruises, especially from your foster dad, but your skin was completely clean. You held your shaking hands up and turned them over, but you couldn’t find a single scratch. You stared at the needle poking into your skin and almost threw up. You followed the tube to a machine standing next to the bed. A bag of clear liquid hung from a metal pole, and you could hear a rhythmic beeping coming from the computer-looking thing next to it.

Your breathing became shallow and quick, your chest heaving and mind racing. Were you dead? You looked around the room and finally got to observe your surroundings. Light blue walls surrounded you on every side, and a large window overlooking New York stood to your right. There was a dresser and full-length mirror against the wall, and you spotted two additional doors. It certainly wasn’t what you pictured heaven looking like, but then again, you hadn’t been dead before so...

Your chin trembled as your vision swam in front of you. A low ringing took over your ears, and you nearly bolted out of the bed when you felt something touch your shoulder. A tall man with disheveled brown hair and dark circles under his eyes stood to your left. His lips were moving, but you couldn’t hear what he was saying. He pulled your hand against his chest, and you could feel the steady thumping of his heart. You had to calm down. You needed to…

“Breathe,” the man instructed. “Just breathe, sweetheart.” He took big, gulping breaths, and you felt your hand move against his chest. You tried to mimic the motion, and soon found yourself breathing normally again.

“There you go,” he soothed. “Just like that.” Eventually, your body stopped shaking and you pulled your hand away.

“Am I dead?” you finally asked, tears building up in the corner of your eyes.

“Nope. Good as new actually,” the man chuckled, sitting down in his chair. “My name’s Tony Stark.”

“You saved me?” you asked, ignoring his introduction. No, no, no, this shouldn’t be happening. You should be dead. Being dead would be better than what you would go back to.

“Well, I did clip you with my car,” Tony admitted. “It was the least I could do.” His wit flew right over your head as you groaned and covered your face with your hands.

“Why would you do that?!” you yelled. “Why wouldn’t you just let me die?”

Tony blinked a few times. “Why do you want to die?” he asked slowly. You just shook your head as the tears flowed freely down your cheeks. “Does it have to do with the other bruises we found on you?” Your jaw clenched, and Tony’s heart ached. “I know who you are, Y/N. I know what that family’s done to you. You’re safe here.”

“How can you possibly know that?” you growled. “Huh?”

Tony placed a hand on your arm, and you flinched at his touch. He sighed and slowly pulled away as he watched you fall apart in front of him.

“I like to think I’m pretty smart, kid,” he said. “So, here’s what I know, and you tell me what I’m missing. Okay?” You nodded your head, still avoiding eye contact. “I know your name is Y/N L/N, and you’re 14 years old. You’ve been in foster care for 5 years since your parents died in a drunk driving accident. Your foster dad beat the crap out of you, and he got caught. You were staying at a group home up until last night when you ran away. Then I hi-clipped you with my car chasing a bad guy, and now we’re here.”

Your glanced sideways as you considered everything Tony said. You couldn’t deny you were impressed with his information. “You still didn’t tell me how you know I’m safe,” you said softly.

Tony nodded and drummed his fingers against the armrest of his chair. “I got in touch with your caseworker. You can stay here where no one will ever be able to hurt you again. I would die before I let that happen.”

“Stay here?” you asked.

“Yeah,” Tony replied. “Only if you want to.”

You finally met Tony’s eyes, and you were shocked with the intensity of his gaze. Your mom always said you had a gift of reading people, and right now, you put your “powers” to use. There wasn’t a doubt in your mind that Tony Stark was telling the truth.

“I don’t want to die,” you said, a broken sob escaping your chest. “I didn’t mean it.” You broke down in front of him, shoulders heaving as you let everything go. Your hand blindly reached for Tony’s and squeezed tight. He carefully sat next to you on the edge of the bed, and you leaned into his chest. He gently wrapped his arms around your shoulders, and when you didn’t pull away, he squeezed tighter.

“I know, sweetheart, I know,” he soothed. “Shhh, you’re okay.”

You weren’t sure how much time had passed as Tony continued to hold you. Seconds? Minutes? Hours? Eventually, your tears stopped and you untangled yourself from his embrace.

“So you’re Iron Man?” you asked with a smirk.

“That’s me,” he quipped.

“Why were you chasing a bad guy with your car when you have a bunch of those suits?”

“It’s not just a car,” Tony sighed. “My god, you people wouldn’t appreciate good machinery if it hit…” Tony’s cheeks tinged pink as he realized what he was about to say.

“If it hit us?” you finished. Tony cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his neck. A giggle escaped you, and you quickly clamped your hand over your mouth. But once you started, you couldn’t stop, and soon, you were both consumed by a laughing fit.

You had no idea what your future would hold. But, as you sat on your bed laughing with your new foster dad, you had a feeling it wasn’t going to be a bad future at all.

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