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rrcenic · 8 months

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in the honor of my marvel obsession creeping back to me + my family being in disneyland and exploring avengers campus, have some ✨avengers incorrect quotes✨ as things my friends and family have said

a shit ton of these were conversations between @cissyenthusiast010155 and i lmao

peter: indulge in my child-like whimsy. buy me a web slinger

steve: is that an igloo over there??

peter: …it’s a hippie house?

tony: did you hear about the hippie states wife?

steve: why on earth is there a hippie house in the cars theme park?!

tony: babe. did you hear about the hippie states wi-

peter: what’s the hippie state?

tony: the hippie states wife is mississippi!

steve: what on earth are you talking abou-

tony: like,,, mrs. hippie?? mississippi?

steve: …

peter: …

tony: …

tony: i thought it was funny

tony: “i can do this all day”? that’s what she said

steve: SHHHHHH!!!

natasha: ooh, you’ve finally been shushed

loki: a kid ran in front of me and my reaction was “broken child!”

steve: wHAT?!

loki: i didn’t say it out loud!!!

scott: please sir, you don’t understand, if i don’t get my 20 dollar sunglasses back, my children will die

peggy: i support neil patrick harris being gay

natasha: peg, you’re a lesbian

peggy: yes, but i am an ally to his gayness

natasha: you are gay

peter: they should let me stay up late. because. if they don’t it would be…

ned: transphobic?

peter: YES

bucky: i smelled grass! and now i want some!

steve: you want to eat grass?!

bucky: absolutely

peter: and they were LAB PARTNERS

harley: oh my gawd they were lab partners

tony: i want shawarma

steve: i want to go to sleep

tony: it’s only 4 pm

steve: and?

steve: oh, this boba pearl is stuck in the ice…

bucky: just like captain america!

tony: aaaah, good one

mj: “what kind of girl do you want” a red one

peter: …

peter: are we talking about cars????

thor: i don’t understand the scientific physics

bruce: the what

peter: please bring back the cheese man

tony: that could really mean any of us

*at their first meet up in a while*

natasha: yknow, i’m just now being reminded of the fact that i hate half the people here

bucky: i hate will ferrell

sam: how can anyone hate will ferrell?!

bucky: well, i liked him in barbie

sam: and he was funny in the lego movie!

bucky: true, he was awesome in that

sam: oh, he was also megamind!

bucky: yes! i loved him with that

sam: you don’t actually hate will ferrell, do you?

bucky: …

sam: you just hate elf

bucky: …i just hate elf

steve: “rogers: the musical” can only be described as feeling like bad fanfiction

tony: isn’t it amazing

*playing heads up, prompt “avengers: civil war”*

peter: when! when the divorce!

scott: ant man’s first fight!

natasha: when everyone decided they didn’t like each other anymore!

harley: oh, c3p0 and r2d2 are a gay couple!

peter: duh??? did you just realize that???

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itsany62 · 1 year

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SteveTony - 22/23 favorites

Here are some of my favorite fics of 2022 and 2023 . Don't forget to leave kudos and nice comments in every fic!

...but the place where you belong by Mireille, 2k, Pre-Relationship, Fluff, Post-Avengers (2012).

Steve meets somebody very important to Tony, and makes a good impression. (Pre-relationship fluff.)

The Northern Cascades by resurrectedhippo, 81k, Grief/Mourning, Post-Avengers: Infinity War Part 1 (Movie), Civil War Fix-It, Road Trips.

“I’m asking.” Steve walks two steps forward and waits. Tony’s wide eyes track his movements. “If you’d like to come. Like you said, see the country. How it’s changed. How it keeps going forward.”

***

A post-Infinity War fix-it set three years after the Snap where Steve tries to outrun his grief. This time, Tony runs after him.

met my destiny (in quite a similar way) by ishipallthings, 1k, Love Confessions, Mutual Pining, Post-Avengers (2012), Getting Together.

“I’m in love with you.”

The spatula in Tony’s hand clatters to the floor with an audible thwack.

(In which Tony is incredulous, Steve is determined, and absolutely no pancakes are made for breakfast.)

Punitive Measures (Met your Match) by BladeoftheNebula, 19k, Alpha/Omega, Alternate Universe - Historical, Dom/sub Undertones.

“Gods, he’s a beast,” Tiberius said from beside him, and for a moment, Tony had forgotten he was there. “I don’t envy the omegas, he looks like he’d have a strong hand.”

When the village elders bring in someone from the outside to fairly administer justice in the community, the alphas leap at the chance to send their unruly omegas to the Flagellator.

Tiberius Stone can't understand why his omega keeps acting up so much.

by your hands or mine by apricity_and_soulshine, 1k, Alternate Universe - Western, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics.

A short little one-shot featuring protective parent Tony and equally as protective mate Steve.

•••

Steve looked comfortable where he had dozed off at his desk. His arms crossed over his chest, boots propped up lazily. His Stetson was tipped down to block out the light bleeding in through the windows of the Sheriff's office. Steve's peace, however, like most days, could only last so long before he was so very rudely startled from his mid-afternoon nap. He jolted awake at the shouting that ensued as Alexander Pierce clambered into the station, Tony hot on his tail. The sheriff barely resisted the urge to roll his eyes at his mate and the man who owned most of the town spitting curses and crude remarks at one another.

this love came back to me by meidui, 8k, Breaking Up & Making Up, Canon Divergence - Avengers: Endgame (Movie).

It’s been five years.

Tony is softer than he remembers, in navy blue wool, silver in his hair and beard, laugh lines deeper around his eyes and mouth, holding onto his little girl. Steve thinks he must look rougher than Tony remembers, from the way Tony holds her tighter and steps back from him when he shuts the door of his car, as if looking for an escape.

As if he could get away from Steve.

The Best Laid Plans by ChocolateCapCookie, 3k, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Single Parent Tony Stark.

“Pete, we need to set dad up with Mr. Rogers!” said Harley excitedly. “Think about it, they’d be perfect for each other! Dad’s always so tired and stressed, he could use someone like Mr. Rogers to calm him down a bit. And I know Mr. Rogers is single, he’s always talking about it being just him and his dog…”

“Harley, this is a stupid idea,” Peter interrupted. “You don’t know that Mr. Rogers is into men. And even if he was, what do you want to do, lock them in a closet together?”

"Yes."

"No, Harley”

On Today's Agenda by Annie D (scaramouche), 779, Established Relationship, Mpreg.

Tony and Steve have been on a baby-making agenda, and Tony wants to get right back to it.

Today Was a Fairytale by iam93percentstardust, 2k, Alternate Universe - Royalty, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Prince Tony Stark, Getting Together.

Today was a fairytale You've got a smile that takes me to another planet Every move you make everything you say is right Today was a fairytale

Steve gives Tony daisies.

And it’s… nice.

Tony’s suitors send him roses and exotic orchids and genetically modified blossoms that bloom in impossible colors no one could ever hope to find in nature. His mother makes sure there’s always a fresh bouquet of irises in his room—they usually come from her own garden, but he still doesn’t know how she manages to find them even in the middle of winter.

And Steve… Steve gives him daisies.

love me like a sinner by ArabellaAM, 5k, Canon Divergence - Avengers: Endgame (Movie), Misunderstandings.

“So,” he says in the end, attracting Steve’s gaze towards him. “Is that everything you wanted?” It’s only then —when he swears he can feel Steve’s breath tickling his cheek— that he realizes how close they actually are. So close the hunger in those blue eyes is undeniable, just as it’s undeniable Steve is no longer looking at him in the eye, but rather to his lips. “Not really,” Steve says, voice raw and thick, as his eyes move quickly to Tony’s annular finger before returning to his lips. Tony tilts his head and asks, in a tone that sounds more like a dare, “then what are you waiting for?” Steve doesn’t actually answer; it’s Tony that makes an educated guess as he tries to grasp for air once Steve dips his head and drowns in his lips.

Or, Steve visits Tony after five years and it's not the salvation of the world he's after.

as long as you love me so by ohjustpeachy, 1k, Established Relationship, Snowed In, Christmas Fluff.

“For what it’s worth, this is not how I imagined our first Christmas going,” Steve groans from where he’s sitting on the floor. It’s hard wood, and Tony knows it simply cannot be comfortable sitting that way. Even super soldiers aren’t immune to backaches, surely, and after the day they’ve both had, Tony wants nothing more than to lay right there beside him, ice and snow and ruined Christmas and failed mission be damned.

Or, after a mission goes wrong, Steve and Tony find themselves snowed in at a cabin in the middle of nowhere. On Christmas Eve.

#stony #stevetony #superhusbands #superfamily #tony stark #steve rogers #mcu #avengers #marvel #my recs

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askstevella · 25 days

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Daddy Steve Rogers content 🎥

aka Stella stole Steve’s famous video camera from him and film some stuff for y’all

Steve was holding Mary in his arms and looked over at his wife, “What are you doing?”

“Trying to see if this old thing still works..” She replied lying with a smile, holding up the video camera pressing record.

———

Steve was fixing his video camera, pressing record and saw Mary wasn’t being in a good mood as he picked her up and took her for a little spin around the house to lighten her mood.

“Mom help!” She yelled, dramatically as she was lifted into his arms but you could hear her giggles.

“Your on your own, baby!” She softly yelling back, chuckling.

——

Stella charging one of the cameras, readjusting the lenses as Kendall walked in carrying a golden dog in his arms. Steve was reading a book, hearing the bark and looked up, blinking to make sure he was seeing this right.

“Kendall, buddy, what in the world are you holding?” Steve asked, half smiling as he nudged his wife to look up.

She looked up and gasped in shock, “Where did—how did? Who let you have a dog?”

Kendall smiled sheepishly, “Uh dad always said he wanted a dog and so do I, so I found him on the street..with uncle Thiego..”

“Uncle Thiego let you keep him?!” Stella exclaimed, turning her tone down.

“Uh yeah?”

“I’mma go call my brother.”

As she stormed out, Kendall turned to his adoptive father smiling and asked, “So uh, what’s the verdict, pops? Keeping him or nah? Cause I like this little guy already. and we got him checked out before I brought him home.”

“You failed to mention that part to your mother.” Steve repiled with a little smile, “I still think i heads up would’ve been nice too but yeah sure, you can keep him if you think your responsible enough.”

“Oh I’m responsible! I have been watching over myself and other kids before I was 16.”

“Done deal. What you gonna name him?”

“Hmm I was thinking Astro!”

———-

Tags: @rooster-84 @missstrawbs2001 @purpleprincessonfyre @meiramel @gcthvile @rickb-chaos @gaminggirlsstuff @wizzzardofoz @cherrysft @thechoooooosenone @luna-d-marsh @sherloquestea and etc

#home video #steve rogers x oc #stevella #mcu x oc #askstevella #stella #dad!steve rogers #kendall rogers #mary rogers #superfamily #current wip #ask the super spouses #anne hathaway #chris evans #sarah rogers

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lordclover · 1 year

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My piece for @warmlightzine ! I completely forgot to share this on tumblr as well :') I was so excited to participate and make this <3 I'll post my second chibi piece as well in the next few days.

#my art #stevetony #stony fanart #stevetony fanart #tony stark #steve rogers #marvel fanart #superfamily #mcu fandom #tony stank

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etherealpapercut · 1 year

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prompt: *my own sad ass because i actually have low blood pressure, and wouldn't it be nice if my favourite avengers were there to help me out after i collapsed and was having a bad day?*

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hypotension

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fandom: mcu

pairings: platonic!peter parker x gn!stark!reader

genre: fluffy and angsty moments all throughout

warnings: no bad swear words! (yay!) but lotsa fainting and mentions of fainting, it’s implied that y/n is american, lactose intolerance, emotional outbursts, cream puffs. in that order.

word count: 2.5k words

summary: drastic times call for drastic measures and y/n stark is pushed to the edge after a series of collapsing episodes. no one dares go near y/n now, except for y/n’s best friend, peter parker.

~*~*~*~

you felt lightheaded, and the world began to fade around you. fog invaded the corners of your eyes as your muscles started to give way. one thought stood out among the rest.

oh, again.

all of a sudden, your senses came back to a fatigued body sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall. you checked the wall for the nearest clock.

it read 12:05 PM.

you must’ve blacked out for a full thirty seconds by your reckoning. an average time, but it was still a concern. “uughh,” you groan, fighting the urge to completely collapse. this was the third time today. you needed salt in your system, and the faster the better.

you mustered up every last bit of your energy and powered through the weakness.

“i’m an avenger. i’m the child of an avenger,” you whispered. “i am strong, and am completely capable of walking down a hallway.”

“y/n stark,” a robotic voice blared from unseen speakers. “are you alright? you were unconscious for—”

“yeah, yeah, yeah, FRIDAY,” you mutter. “delete all the security footage of that... scene... please.”

“are you sure? you may want to review this footage at a later time for a full-body diagnostic. i recommend you consume a source of sodium, and drink one full glass of wa—”

“DELETE THE FOOTAGE, FRIDAY!” you yelled. your lungs couldn’t get enough air. the rest of your teammates knew that your body didn’t naturally produce enough sodium for you to maintain a high rough level of blood pressure, but moments like this, when you full-on collapsed, were still very embarrassing. you were glad you were all alone. you threw a suspicious glance behind you just to make sure.

absolutely nothing stirred. FRIDAY continued to speak.

“deleting. i suggest you make your way to the main kitchen. there are pickles in that fridge. ”

you stood up slowly, wary of another attack from your own body. you continued to move slowly, down a hall, up a flight of stairs, past a bathroom, and down another corridor to the kitchen.

when you arrived at the kitchen on the second floor, you weren’t even surprised to see that the rest of the avengers were already there. the kitchen on the main floor was the biggest and best, and today, wanda and thor had done the shopping.

(those two had exotic tastes—which were anything but your typical american cuisine—and everyone looked forward to the meals that they prepared.)

something that smelled thick and savoury was in the oven, and a bowl of fruit was on the counter, surrounded by the others’ cups and mugs and glasses. you made a beeline straight for the refrigerator.

“heyyy, y/n!” sam called. “what’s up?” he was stationed next to the coffee machine. on any other day, and in any other mood, especially if you had not had three “episodes” earlier, you would have stopped to say hello and make small talk, but today you simply ignored him. to top it off, you barely even heard the man, as blood was rushing through your ears like a waterfall.

tony was standing in front of the fridge.

“well, if it isn’t the great y/n. wonderful to see you finally out of your room.” he joked. “how are you feeling?”

you pushed past his hug and opened the fridge door. tony pouted.

“now, y/n stark, that's no way to treat your father,” steve rogers said from across the counter. everyone heard cap, you included, but you ignored everyone.

“yeah!” tony agreed. he waved both hands at steve, one empty, the other occupied with a glass of water. some of it splashed, but he took no heed. neither did you, and you continued to rummage through the shelves and compartments, hunting for the pickles. you weren’t finding them, and felt a wave of nausea and exhaustion and an overwhelming mood swing wash over you, you drew up every ounce of composure you had left and turned around.

“hello, father,” you addressed tony cordially. “mr big bird, mc’captain freaking america. that smells lovely, wanda, whatever it is.” you were being very sarcastic. the room had quieted at your condescending tone.

you blocked it all out.

“where are the pickles?” you demanded.

“where are the pickles?” tony murmured. he rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “FRIDAY?” he hollered, “where are the pickles?”

“sir,” FRIDAY said. she said nothing else.

wanda cleared her throat. “uh, y/n, please don't get upset, but i used the last ones in my casserole,” she gestured towards the oven. tuna bake. it was tuna bake. you hated tuna bake. no offense to wanda. the tuna part was fine. but lactose intolerance ailed you as well as your sodium deficiency, and that recipe called for a full block of cheese, four cups of milk, and the worst one of all; half a cup of butter.

everything drained out of you. nothing remained. you hated when you got like this, and you knew when you got like this, but you couldn't even spare anything to apologize. you grabbed tony’s glass of water right out of his hand, took two steps to the mess of spices wanda had left on the counter, dumped a pile of salt into the water and chugged it.

the room went silent. every eye was on you.

you felt sick as you swallowed every last drops of the brine. you tossed the glass into the sink, not caring if it broke, then stumbled towards the door again.

you caught the expression on natasha’s face. she looked queasy. it took a lot to shake natasha romanoff. wanda wore a similar look, hands covering her mouth. your dad just stared after you with a mix of awe, inspiration, and complete disgust.

it was an eye opener.

many in the room looked about to have a fit. they could all imagine what that might taste like, but none in their worst nightmares would ever try a salt water ratio like you had.

your insides churned. you had the salt you needed but at what a price.

it took several attempts to open your mouth to speak.

“i’m going.”

and with that, you left

~*~*~*~

your destination was the grocery store, granted that you could get out of the avenger’s tower without a huge fuss.

you heard someone walking behind you, probably someone who was determined to follow you and make sure you were alright.

you glanced back, ready to throw hands, but instead spotted peter parker, the amazing spider-man, walking aimlessly on the ceiling behind you. he was fixed on his cell phone, and nearly ran into a light fixture.

he hadn’t been in the kitchen, so he hadn’t seen what you had just done. there was hope of redemption and regained innocence in that prospect. you had a feeling that no one would see you in the same light again.

you committed many crimes on the battlefield and on the game board, but this was a new extreme. bucky had looked disarmed.

you wiped the salty drool from your mouth on your shoulder and waited for peter to walk by you so that conversation could be initiated. regular convo, linguistics between children of the same generation. the ceiling was the perfect height to talk to anyone on two different planes, specifically between a person on the floor and a person on the ceiling.

the boy on the roof snickered at something on his screen and kept ambling in your general direction.

all of a sudden, you wobbled on your feet and had to catch yourself from tripping over thin air. ugh... if that horrid glass of salt water hadn’t been enough to kick your system back to rights, you might explode into tears.

peter’s hood had fallen over his head, but that didn’t block you from being able to see his face clearly. it wasn’t the tiniest bit flushed from being upside-down for so long, and once more, you found yourself marvelling at your friend.

peter stopped walking on the ceiling, and you approached, unsteady on your feet.

“spider-baby,” you address him in a mocking tone. peter acknowledged your voice, but it took him a few moments to stop what he was doing on his phone and look for you in the room. you smirked at him, only a few feet away.

“y/n!” peter yelped, taking several shocked steps backwards. “how did you get on the ceiling?! what thehow are you sticking?” he walked around your head, baffled. “you didn’t get bitten by a spider either, did you?” you flicked his nose when he got in range, taking slight pleasure in his reaction.

“fool, you’re the one on the ceiling,” you said.

“wh—wha—oh. yes. that would explain it.” peter flexed and flipped himself around and stood to face you on the floor. he flapped his arms and raised his eyebrows to convey a ta-da! impressive, huh? air, and you smiled at him.

“bro, you gotta stop growing,” you turned, punching him in the arm. the two of you began to walk. Peter towered a full six inches over you.

“tall people are always nice people, and i am one of those taller people,” peter declared.

you scoffed. “well, one day,” you said, sarcasm and humour loading down your voice, “i’m gonna look up at a skyscraper and realize it has your face on it, and it’s actually you.”

“well,” peter replied, “i may grow, but you will not, and one day, sky-scraper-me might accidentally step on an ant named y/n, which will be a sad day, but it’s too bad you were too short for me to see you.”

you elbowed him playfully, mock scorn written all over your face. peter just took hold of your sleeve and tugged, just about sending you tripping.

sometimes you really forgot how strong he was.

then all of a sudden, your friend was in the middle of a sentence about his homework, and the end of the hallway had been reached and the two of you were about to turn the corner.

how—?

your vision went blank, but you were aware that you were still walking, until you hit a wall and fell to the ground.

something like static, or ringing bells, was going through your brain. vaguely and faintly, you could hear peter panicking.

now what was happening? everything was dark.

your brain processed that your friend’s voice had cracked and he sounded rather high-pitched. it was like a soprano’s. ordinarily, you would have laughed for ages over his voice cracking, but you were paralyzed sitting slumped against the wall. you felt like you were floating through space, until you were really floating and peter was carrying you to the nearest couch.

you hit the couch cushions and bolted upright, scaring peter, every bit of strength coming back all at once.

“peter parker!” you gasped.

“y/n stark!” he cried. “you’re alive!”

“of course! of course i am, don’t cry,” you assured him. peter snivelled.

“i thought you up and died on me, idiot,” he said.

you rolled your eyes affectionately at your friend. “listen, if i ever died it would be because i was killed, and i’m taking you with me, so don't worry.”

peter nodded. that's what friends did.

“i didn’t know who to alert.” peter mumbled. “i just, uh, called for mr stark. he’d know what to do, right? he’ll come help you. you’re his child, after all.”

you just groaned and shook your head. tony was an overprotective father, yet somehow, simultaneously, an extremely nonchalant one. you knew he would hear peter screaming for him, and dismiss it with a wave, maybe ask FRIDAY to give him an update, or send vision or rhodey over to check up on you if he was really concerned.

“yeah, spider-child, mr stark will know exactly what to do. but we know better.” peter cocked his head. you reached out and poked his arm. “and you know what we need to do? we need to go to the store.”

your friend’s look of confusion prompted you to further explain. “my blood pressure is running low today, and i need pickles or some kind of electrolyte drink to help raise it so i don’t die. we don’t have pickles or electrolyte drinks.”

peter nodded seriously. “so we need to get pickles. pickles and gatorade... and profiteroles, y/n/n, we can't forget the profiteroles.”

you suppressed a grin. profiteroles were a forbidden desert at the avenger’s tower, because everyone would fight over them. who knew that such a simple thing as a box of cream puffs could turn the infamous avengers on themselves in a heartbeat?

this was going to be a top-secret mission to the grocery store.

“profiteroles for sure, pete. after pickles.” you patted your pockets for a pen and paper as peter did the exact same thing. you smirked at each other.

“anything else for the list?” peter asked.

“we’ll see,” you remarked. peter jumped to his feet and held out a hand to help you stand up.

“let’s go!”

~*~*~*~

later that night, you and peter hunkered down in your room. your room had a tv. tony let peter live in the tower, but he had said that peter took after him too much, which was true, and if he had a tv in his own quarters, he would get carried away or distracted and stay up all night watching “whatever the hell he watches.”

peter had insisted that the two of you watch star trek, but you had adamantly put your foot down and said that you would prefer to watch star wars. after some argument, you had agreed to binge the original star wars trilogy first, and then end it with peter’s favourite star trek films.

your trip to the store had turned out to be a trip to stock up on all-nighter supplies such as popcorn, chocolate, and other caffeine, as well as both yours and peter’s favourite candies and a new fluffy blanket.

and, of course, a jar of pickles, which you had cracked open and dug into with desperation as soon as you and peter had checked out.

peter had laughed at you, but it wasn’t a mean laugh. he had even eaten the whole pickle you offered to him on the walk back to the tower.

after some heated discussion over distribution of the profiteroles, and smuggling everything in (particularly the profiteroles,) without being detected—a process that involved some complicated web slinging—as well as trying not to alert anyone else in the tower of your escapades, the two of you had put on your movies and lt everything relax into a state of peace.

you yawned. the time was approaching two in the morning and you felt yourself drifting away from the world, but this time, instead of the reason being your blood pressure dropping, it was because of the lulling scene that befell you: a muted tv, lighting the room with a soft air, and your best friend breathing deep and rhythmically as you nestled into each other.

minus the hypotension drama, i would do this again, you smiled, and let the world fade away into happy dreams.

#hypotension #superfamily #superfamily avengers #mcu fanfiction #peter parker mcu #peter parker imagine #peter parker x reader #platonic!reader #platonic!peter parker #platonic peter parker #peter parker x you #peter parker fluff #fluff #angst #flangst??#flangst

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themculibrary · 1 year

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Steve/Tony Acting As Peter’s Parental Figures Masterlist

Arguably Peter's Worst (Best) Field Trip Ever (ao3) - patrochilles_trash T, 18k

Summary: Only a month away from graduation, Mr. Harrington announces a surprise field trip to Avengers Tower, and all Peter wants is to just finish out his senior year of high school in peace. That seems to be impossible when he's never seen a moment's peace in his life.

Come home (ao3) - Ineedtherapy (gethelp) N/R

Summary: Peter Parker’s life is not going great. After May’s death, he moved in with a foster family. After a few months he couldn’t stand the abuse any longer and ran away. Now he’s living on the streets, lies to his best friend on a daily basis and is quickly losing hope.

Tony and Steve are a happily married couple and leaders of the avengers. When noticing his genius, Tony decides to make that highschooler who had come to SI as reward for winning a contest his personal intern. Both avengers soon get attached, but it seems like the kid is hiding something. Will they be able to help him?

Distracted by a Dime (ao3) - happyaspie T, 56k

Summary: Peter Parker thinks he has everything figured out. Where he can eat, sleep and make a little bit of money. What he needs to do in order to continue attending Midtown High and being Queen’s friendly neighborhood Spider-man. How to keep his entire situation under wraps and most importantly, who he can trust.

Then, along comes Tony Stark with an offer he can’t refuse. The plan is to remain professional, to not get too close to the Stark-Rogers’ family. Not getting comfortable means not slipping up and saying anything that he can’t take back.

...but for Peter- things rarely go as planned...

Don't Call Captain America Dad (ao3) - Eudoxia steve/tony, peter/wade N/R, 2k

Summary: Peter accidentally tells his parents he's Spider-man. And now he has to deal with his stupid parents being stupid. And overprotective.

Every version of you (ao3) - Ineedtherapy (gethelp) N/R, 41k

Summary: “What does the other me call you?” “Dad.”

After the events of Civil War and Homecoming, Peter Parker is slowly getting closer with his new mentor, Tony Stark. When his hero takes him with him to check out an abnormally, Peter gets switched with an alternative version of himself. How will the two Peters handle living with a different Tony? How will ourTony react to suddenly having a son? Is there anything the Avengers can learn from their new Peter? If Steve and Tony are married in a different world, can they stop fighting in their universe? How will the two Tonys mange to get their Spider Kids back?

For Those Who Believe, No Proof Is Necessary (ao3) - can_i_slytherin M, 4k

Summary: Five times that no one believed Peter and the one time that they had no choice but to.

Happiness Is Homemade (ao3) - Icylightning T, 40k

Summary: Tony and Steve are married for fifteen years now. Their life is simple and good until they decide to adopt a teenager named Peter Parker who's going to turn their life upside down.

Happy Again (ao3) - Legends_Never_Die T, 31k

Summary: Peter can't take this dads' fighting anymore. He can't take the arguing. He finds comfort with his secret new found friend Bucky. Bucky looks a lot like his Pop's old friend Bucky Barnes from back in the 40s. But it wasn't him. He was dead. Right?

Husband's Twin (ao3) - Infinitywrites G, 1k

Summary: “Hey guys! Watcha doin’?”

“Fixing Air Filter”

I'll Be There Beside You (ao3) - Coffee_and_notebooks G, 1k

Summary: Peter gets sick, but luckily, his dads are there to nurse him back to health. Oh also, Steve just really loves his husband. Like, so, so, so much

Love you, Papa (ao3) - chvotic G, 5k

Summary: He went to sit on one of the armchairs, but Peter stopped him.

“You want me to sit with you?”

Peter nodded again, and Steve was having a hard time not bursting into tears himself because the kid wanted to be near him.

Or, in which, Peter and Steve share their first ever father-son moments.

Peter, you're kidnapped (ao3) - GryffindorGyrl1997 T, 10k

Summary: Basically what it says on the title. Peter's been kidnapped and Tony and Steve have to find him. What will they find when they do?

Survival Mode (ao3) - Good_As_I_Am94 G, 25k

Summary: Peter shivered pulling the blanket tighter to him. It was 32 degrees outside and sleeping in an old beat up car in a Walmart parking lot didn’t allow for much warmth. He would have turned it on for some heat for a few minutes but it was broken. He had no money to fix it. Peter felt his stomach growl and took a sip from the water bottle in the cup holder.

He knew that the way he was living wasn’t good, but he also had no idea how to do better. He would have to drop out of school and if he dropped out of school then Mr. Stark would get wind of it. He knew that Mr. Stark would try to help but Peter felt his jaw clench—No, he could figure this out on his own. He wasn’t going to let him know how bad things were. He couldn’t chance him telling anyone that he was alone. He wasn’t about to get thrown into the system, but as long as no one knew what was going on. He’d be fine.

The Best Thing (ao3) - winterstony T, 32k

Summary: A billionaire finds home in the presence of a single father and his adorable little son. Together they help fill the empty holes in each other's lives.

What's the Expiration Date on a Secret? (ao3) - First_page T, 38k

Summary: Peter Parker has been living with his Aunt May and keeping the secret that he's Spider-man for what feels like forever, but when Spider-man unexpectedly runs into Tony Stark, his secret identity is almost impossible to hide. How long can he keep his secret?

Tony Stark is living the dream; a multibillion dollar empire, a hot, caring boyfriend, and the celebrity status of a rock star. Who would have thought that all he was missing was a teenage superhero that desperately needs a father-figure (or two)?

#themculibrary #mcu #marvel #peter parker #steve rogers #tony stark #superfamily #superfamily masterlist #masterlists

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hail-hawk-eye · 2 years

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Final piece in my black and white super family set! Second piece is all three togethr :)

#art #artist #fanart #marvel #digital art #avengers #aesthetic #tony stark #steve rogers #captain america #original art #spiderman #iron man #peter parker #irondad #spiderson #mcu #superfamily

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yes-i-am-happyaspie · 2 years

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Happy 21st birthday Spider-Man!

Now, where are all my new drunk!peter parker fics. Especially Irondad. Come guys. Let's rally. 🤣🤣

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ketzpart · 1 year

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#ketzp #doodles #marvel #marvel mcu #mcu #iron man #spiderman #spider baby #I found all my old spider baby doodles so I’m going to revamp them #superfamily #the avengers

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scottishaccentsareawesome · 10 months

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Steve: Sorry, Tony. Anything you can can do, I can do better. Tony: I can do anything better than you. Steve: No, you can't! Tony: Yes, I can! Steve: No, you can't. Tony(singing): Yes, I can. Yes, I can! Natasha: - ENOUGH! Can't we have one meal without you two getting into an angry singing contest?! Why is everything a competition?! Peter(not looking up from his phone): Yeah, you guys should just f*** and get it over with. (the Avengers STARE at Peter, and after a moment he finally notices) Peter(shrugs):...Clearly, they have repressed sexual feelings for each other that they're channeling into hostility. Bruce(smirking): How's that Psych 101 class going? Peter: It's only day three, but I understand how the whole world works now.

#incorrect quotes #mcu #marvel #avengers #infinity saga #stony #superfamily #original: american dad #tony stark #steve rogers #peter parker #natasha romanoff #bruce banner

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rrcenic · 8 months

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yes i ship stony but has to be domestic af. none of this post-endgame-steve-realizes-his-feelings or civil-war-being-about-their-unresolved-tension i need them married. i need them raising peter together. i need civil war to be a angsty not because steve’s breaking up the avengers but bc steve has to choose his best friend or his committed partner. i need peter rolling his eyes because the detention video is of his father. i need scott to ask them to go back in time to stop thanos and tony hesitating because of the life he’s built with steve, peter, and morgan. i need peter to be embarrassed because it’s the first day of school and oh my god is that boy being dropped off by iron man and captain america?! i need sweet kind stony content i need it now

#nics stuff #stony #mcu #marvel #superfamily #steve rogers #tony stark #peter parker

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nikto04 · 2 years

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#digital aritst #digital art #digital illustration #mcu #marvel #mcu phase 4 #spiderman #captain america #iron man #iron lad #steve rogers #peter parker #tony stark #harley keener #stony #superfamily

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“You know what I thought?” Steve asked, the pause that followed not intended for Tony to answer, but rather for him to find the strength to speak. “As I was going down in that plane in the Arctic? You know what I thought?”

Tony leaned further back in the sofa, the cushion of the couch taking a bit of the ache from his shoulders.

“Well,” he drawled out, quirking a small grin along the way. “If Peggy’s stories hold up, I believe it was something about a dance.”

To Tony’s surprise, Steve didn’t have a warm response to the comment. He expected a grin or a chuckle, or a bit of both. Instead, a frown pulled at Steve’s lips and his head dropped lower than before, the dimmed lights from above barely catching onto his face.

“I hope I’m not the last one,” he whispered, only heard in a room that was quiet to begin with.

Tony creased his brow, but said nothing.

It took a passing minute for Steve to regain his voice. He had to clear his throat to get there.

“That’s what I thought,” he admitted, lifting his head up with what seemed to take more effort than it should’ve. “It was the last thing I remember thinking...I hope I’m not the last good man.”

Steve turned to look at Tony, but his eyes failed to stay there. Tony couldn’t fault him; it would be hypocritical if he did. The wall ahead of Steve didn’t hold anything worthy of their focus, but Tony knew that long before Steve let his eyes wander there.

“I’d seen too many good men die...” Steve’s voice fell hoarse towards the end, taking on a rumbling akin to gravel and stone. “My unit...Bucky.”

The timing in which Steve swallowed, so hard that his throat shook, didn’t go unnoticed. Tony reciprocated the kindness from earlier and didn’t bring it to attention. And this time, he didn’t forgo his instincts.

Steve took in a deep breath in before continuing. “I’d seen more evil men come around as all the good men left — they were taken.”

His hands were still clasped loosely in his lap, and Steve looked down towards them, unfolding the hold so that he could brush the knuckle of his finger against his eyebrow.

“I didn’t want to be the last good man…” Steve’s voice softened, “taking a nosedive off the coast of Greenland.”

Steve could’ve spoken as if the events happened just yesterday, and he would’ve sounded no different.

It was just another harsh reminder for Tony; the man he saw in those black and white photos had quite literally only taken those photos only a handful of years ago — at least for him, at least through his eyes.

The tragedy he spoke about lined the walls in museums, it was all Tony heard about growing up, it filled the pages of the history books kids today were learning about in school.

But for Steve, it only recently happened.

And through all the years they’d known each other, worked alongside each other — nearly died on the same battlefield, whether it be Sokovia or Wakanda — Tony never saw it affect him.

Not with his chin up and his chin high.

“When I woke up…” Steve trailed off, his jaw moving to the side in the pause that followed. “I was worried that fear had come to fruition.”

It seemed like an eternity before Steve looked back to Tony — really looked at him, his eyes focusing in and his attention straight-ahead.

And when he did, Tony could see the age return to his face; making it seem as if he never slept those seventy years in ice.

“Then I met Peter,” Steve said, a small, minuscule twitch of a smile following suit. Lessening the decades etched so deeply into his skin; as if the stress lines across his face were frozen by the ice of the Arctic; and melted with the warmth of his truth.

Tony never realized that same smile radiated towards him. The pull on his lips felt more natural these days; he barely ever noticed when a grin cracked the crows-feet around his eyes.

“Taking the herb…making that decision...” Steve began to say, a soft nod turning into a shake of his head. “It wasn’t as hard as you think.”

Tony kept his chuckle in his throat, though a few breathy huffs still managed to escape.

It was hard to believe that there was a time he’d been determined to keep Peter away from the team. Never fully confident in his recruit of someone so young, never fully confident in the teams would-be-response to his growing mentorship with the kid — purposeful or not.

They were so far removed from the events that started off this year, it felt foreign to even think back on what all happened.

Especially as straight ahead of him, Steve smiled; mentioning Peter with a tone only ever heard when names like Peggy and Bucky were spoken about.

“He’s a good kid,” Tony finally said, hoping that was enough to sum up the abundance of thoughts that came with Steve’s admission.

For anyone else, it may not have been. But for Steve, he was able to communicate with Tony in ways that didn’t always require words.

“And he’s lucky to have you,” Steve responded, a sincere firmness weaving through his tone.

Tony scoffed, even with the ‘Stern, robust, Captain America’ tone that flooded through the lounge.

“Peter’s screwed with me,” he tried to say. Before he even knew it, his hand was moving when he spoke. “I’m a hot, piping mess. Can’t go three days without causing trouble, my blood pressure’s so high it’s given my doctor high-blood pressure, always going one extreme or the other — Rhodey was right on the nose with that one. I’m basically —”

“His dad,” Steve cut in, almost too soft to call an interruption. The smile that followed said everything and then some. “He’s lucky to have you.”

Tony looked away, but not because he wanted to. It was by instinct, hammered into the very bone marrow of his body. He wasn’t sure if the dimmed lights showed the blush that spread across his face; he figured if he saw the tint on Rogers skin earlier, it undoubtedly could be seen on his. Looking away was more to save his dignity.

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