#i swear if i see any st*rkers

[incorrectmarvelquotesss]

Welcome to my 1000 followers celebration! I don't even know how so many of you decided to follow me and give me support throughout these few past years. This is crazy enough as it is but honestly can't get my head down from the clouds sometimes. This blog has become one of my safe places, even though sometimes there are things I wish I hadn't seen, and all of you make it that way. I don't know how many of the thousand still interact with my blog and how many are just there, but I really do appreciate every single one of you. If I could I would message every blog following me.

I wanted to do something a bit more “me” I guess. Seeing that this blog started just for incorrect marvel quotes (literally in the name) I decided that you should be able to make your drabbles/oneshots/series based on an incorrect quote that I have posted. I thought it would be fun, but I did give the option of regular prompts and some fun AUs are listed below as well. Most prompts and AUs have been found on Pinterest.

If you don’t want to participate, please consider reblogging! It might give others a chance to maybe escape their writer’s block as writing challenges have often done for me!

Rules:

Send me an ask or message with which incorrect quote/prompt you are using. Please make sure to add it at the beginning or bold it.

If you are not participating, can you please reblog for signal boost? I would really appreciate it. 

You can pick an MCU character. You can also do any MCU ships, but no incest like Th*rki or St*rker. 

Use any of the incorrect quotes or prompts written below

Two people per prompt/incorrect quote

Three prompts per person and one incorrect quote per person

AUs are completely optional (but definitely encouraged)

It can be a drabble, oneshot, or series

Warnings must be given properly. Any warnings that you may have missed, I will let you know and please do add it. In addition to this, I will not be accepting any dark!fics and/or any rape or anything of the sort. If you want to run something by me, by all means go ahead. 

Deadline: October 14th, 2024

Lastly, please tag me @incorrectmarvelquotesss and add the tag #loveys1kcelebration

Incorrect Quotes

“When you close both of your eyes, you see darkness, but when you close one you see nothing.” / *closes one eye before reopening it* / “Did you just wink at me, you big flirt?”

“This is my life now. I have climbed this hill am now I shall die upon it.” / “Shut up. We’ve only been hiking for twenty minutes.”

“Why are you still here?” / “Because I care about you, you asshole.” (@nekoannie-chan)

“You can’t love someone unless you love yourself first.” / “Bullshit. I have never loved myself, but you? Oh god, I love you so much I forgot what hating myself felt like.”

“So, what do ya think? Good idea, right?” / “Whatever floats your titanic.” / “The titanic sank.” / “Yeah, just like your IQ did when you came up with that idea.”

“I’m so hot.” / “Yeah, you—” / *moves to stand in front of the fan* / “—I mean, yeah. It’s hot in here.”

“Stop doing that.” / “Doing what?” / “Saying things that make me want to kiss the hell outta you.”

“You’re so hot.“ / “Okay?” / “I’m falling for you and so is my zipper.”

“Where are you going?” / “Hell, most likely.”

“Stop yelling at me or I swear to god I’m gonna fall in love with you!” / *starts yelling louder* or *stops yelling*

Other Prompts

“Lean on me.” / “For support?” / “Yeah, why else?” (@marvellingdaydreams)

“Stay with me. Don’t close your eyes.”

“There’s a bullet in you. You got shot. I can see it.” / “I can feel it.”

“I want you to come if you can.”

“Stay away from her/him/they. She’s/He’s/They’re mine.”

“Stop glaring, sweet cheeks. I know you want me.”

“I hate that you’re so mad at me, but you look so hot right now.”

“Just date already! Even the cat/dog want you to date at this point.”

“Half of this city wants you dead.” / “Wow. A month ago, the whole city wanted me dead. Things are looking up.” (@nekoannie-chan)

“You’re drunk.” / “I’m still sober enough to kill you darling, so don’t push your luck.”

AUs (optional)

“You’re overdue on this book and I really want it so I’m tracking you down” AU

“When you told me your name I thought you were joking so I made a joke and started laughing before I realized it really was your name and now we’re stuck in awkward silence while I figure out how to apologize” AU

“You were waving at your friend behind me but I got confused and waved at you and now I’m dying of embarrassment but you think I’m cute” AU

“I was just getting my laundry done but then I saw you putting in what seemed like a bunch of clothes stained in blood so now I’m kind of terrified of you” AU

“Our pets banged and now mine is expecting so I should probably get to know your name and figure out what we’re doing because this isn’t cheap” AU

— masterlist —

Different Escape Plan - Steve Rogers By @nekoannie-chan

Things Are Looking Up - Brock Rumlow By @nekoannie-chan

#mcu challenge #mcu x reader #mcu writing challenge #writing challenge #marvel cinematic universe #marvel writing challenge #writing inspiration #mcu ships #mcu au #incorrect marvel quotes #mcu marvel #marvel #avengers #marvel mcu #mcu character #mcu #mcu fanfics

[retro-memo]

Mortal Flaw And Fatal Sin

Chapter Four: A Broken Angel

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warning: Swearing, blood and mentioned past child abuse

Word Count: 3.2 k

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 5— Ao3 link

St*rkers DNI

"You know you're never going to get a soulmate, right?" 

Howard hardly scared Tony anymore, now that he was a teenager and somewhat able to stand his ground against his father whenever the man went on a drunken rage. 

Except, this wasn't one of those times. Tony could only stare up at his father from the floor, feeling as if he was eight-years old all over again. Helpless as he cradled his cheek, feeling the warmth of blood trickling down his chin from where Howard had thrown one of the many empty bottles currently littered across the dining table and plush carpet. 

"It's not like you deserve one, not with the way you're behaving at MIT." Howard sniffed, hobbling on his feet as he towered over Tony. "All that money I spent on you and you wasted it with partying and getting into trouble. Forget having a soulmate, you're hardly worthy of being a Stark." 

Tony's eyes stung as the words cut deeper into his skin than any of the glass that had shattered across his face but he didn't dare let them fall. 

Not with Howard watching. Not with the chance of setting him off any further. 

Howard poured himself another glass from the half-empty bottle in his hand but not turning away from Tony, glaring down at him as if his very existence offended him. 

"Go clean up your face." He barked, lip curling as his hands trembled from struggling to keep a grip on the glass and bottle. "I don't want your mother to have more of your messes to clean up when she comes home." 

Tony didn't need to be told twice, he was already scrambling for the nearest exit, heart pounding in his throat and legs on autopilot more than anything.

He had barely skidded around a corner before he heard the sound of glass breaking and his father's swearing roaring from behind him. Tony stumbled but kept running. Not taking the chance to look back. 

He didn't know where he was going. When he was going to stop. All Tony knew was that he had to escape as far as possible from his father's bruising touch that felt as if it rattled every bone in his body. 

Away from the words that were spat like fire, each one burning him from the inside out. 

The sob that had been lodged in his throat jostled as Tony ran head-first into something and he cried out, staggering backwards as he tripped over his own feet. 

However, before he could fall, hands grabbed onto his shoulders and fingers dug into his clothes but it wasn't painful. Not like whenever his father took his shoulders that dug so deep they left the imprint of fingernails on his skin. 

No, this one was gentle, just enough to keep him upright and there. To stop him from falling onto his butt like a newborn deer discovering it has legs for the first time. 

 "Master Tony?" Jarvis stared at him, brows furrowing as he took in Tony, more specifically, the damage on his cheek. "What are you doing up so late and what happened to your face? Shouldn't you be in bed? Did you get hurt?" 

At the exact time that Tony flinched as he felt fingers brush over the wound; his father's voice once again bellowed, the sound bouncing and echoing across the wall. It made him shiver. 

He hadn't felt this afraid of his father in a long time. Not since a particular incident when he was eight-years old and he accidentally broke one of the plates in the kitchen. While Howard was usually bad, it was on rare occasions that it got to this stage. 

Where Tony felt paralyzed, too afraid to move as if he was going to set off a bomb. It almost made him wish he hadn't come to visit from MIT. 

That he stayed locked in his dorm for the Summer.

The only reason he had come back was because he thought he'd be able to see his mom again. That he'd be able to hug her, enjoy the brief feeling of being truly cared for before Howard chased him back to MIT. 

Except, he forgot she was in Florida, visiting family. Meaning that Tony was almost left to defend himself. 

Almost. 

"I see." Jarvis' hand dropped back to his side, his face twisting into something broken while a clear understanding shone through his pale eyes. An understanding that all the adults in Tony's life held but always refused to do anything about it. "Why don't we clean that cut and get some fresh clothes for you?" 

Tony didn't answer, not trusting his voice at that moment but he did nod, letting Jarvis wrap his boney but warm hand around his wrist. 

He felt Jarvis give a gentle tug, and Tony followed, too tired to do anything. Too deep in his own mind as Howard's words echoed through his head over and over again in a repeating soundtrack. 

He didn't even register when they walked through the many passageways, through one room to another. He got lost in staring at his feet as they walked, not even bothering to look up when they finally stopped. 

"Why don't you take a seat, Master Tony?" Jarvis' hand pressed against the back of his neck and Tony jolted, his body spasming from the warmth that came with the sudden touch. "I'll get the supplies and a few towels." 

The warmth left as quickly as it appeared, and Tony shivered as Jarvis stepped away from him. He felt the urge to wrap his arms around himself, to stop himself from crumbling into a messy heap on the floor. 

To keep what little was left of him together for just a little longer. 

Instead, he crossed them over his chest, taking the chance to take a good look around him and —

Tony blinked. He wasn't sure where they were walking to or expected to end up. 

But still, this was the last place on his mind. 

"I have the med-kit." More than Tony liked to admit, he jumped when Jarvis appeared from behind him. "Why don't you take a seat on the bed, Master Tony?" 

"B-but that's your bed." Tony shook his head and he would've stumbled back if it wasn't for the hand gently pressing into his back. "I'll get blood all over the sheets and —

Jarvis made a noise, one he often made whenever Tony started rambling and shook his head. "Nonsense. Even if that did happen, the sheets can be washed but that wound won't be if you don't take a seat." 

Tony opened his mouth, ready to argue more but found himself closing it instead. He blinked slowly, taking another look around his butler's room before taking a step forward towards the edge of Jarvis' bed. 

He didn't know why he was so hesitant. It wasn't the first time that Jarvis had taken care of Tony when his father got, well, like he did. In fact, it wasn't even the first time that he helped Tony with blood and glass within these bedroom walls. 

Maybe it was because he hadn't been here in such a long time or perhaps it was the fact that Howard's words were still there. Haunting him. 

Rebounding across his skull, ricocheting with every word from what only felt like seconds ago. 

Tony felt a nudge from behind, so tender yet so encouraging. It was enough for him to finally take a seat on the edge of the bed but not enough for him to look up. Not even when he felt the bed dip next to him. 

There was a brief rummaging, no doubt Jarvis looking through the med-kit before there was a brief pause. 

Tony jerked when he felt fingers prod at the wound, where he felt Jarvis brush a warm, ramp cloth across his cheek.

There was a light squeeze on his shoulder. 

That's all the warning he got before the pain hit.

Tony yelped before he tried to swallow the whimper that clawed at his throat. Holy shit. He forgot how much of a bitch the glass was to take out. How badly it hurt no matter how hard Jarvis tried to be gentle and make it feel less like a hot iron was being dragged across the one side of his face. 

Tony bit down onto his tongue, not daring to take a deep breath as he kept his locked on the wall across from him. Trying to focus on anything else than feeling Jarvis digging into his flesh. Who Tony knew was trying his best to find every piece of glass in his skin as if each one of them were blocks of solid gold. 

None of that meant it was any less painful. 

"Almost done." Jarvis' voice sounded right next to his ear. 

'Stark men are made of iron.' 

"You're doing good, don't worry." There was a clink of glass on a metal tray. 

'Stark men don't cry.' 

"It'll be over soon." Tony could feel a needle being slowly weaved through his skin. 

'Pathetic.'

"And there we go, all finished." 

Tony blinked back unwanted tears that had blurred across his vision and he swallowed before letting out a small breath. 

He could feel his whole body trembling with it and he closed his eyes as he felt the wound throb. 

'What a waste of space.'

Tony's hand rose to his cheek.

"Don't touch that, Master Tony. At least, not until it's healed." 

Tony jumped when a hand wrapped around his, expecting to see eyes that glowed anger and disgust. Expecting to see Howard's face scowling at him from the dark and ready to grab him —

Instead, eyes that were wide with terror and filled poorly held together tears met a familiar pair of soft and gentle ones.

Not angry. 

Not Howard. 

He was safe. 

Shame immediately burned at Tony's gut, overtaking whatever trickle of relief he managed to feel and he looked again. Trying to ignore the way Jarvis was holding his hands up. As if he was attempting to calm a spooked animal that was startled from simply being touched. 

"Sorry." Tony muttered, his hand dropping back down in his lap and he started twisting it with the other. Keeping his focus on something else than the only remaining adult in the whole mansion that probably gave a damn about him and his existence. 

"Don't be." He could hear the movement of plastic and metal being scrapped around. "You can stay here for the night so I can keep an eye on you and make sure your stitches don't tear while you're sleeping." 

Usually, Tony would put up a fight whenever Jarvis offered his room to him but he saw past the facade. To the hidden words that were left unspoken. That and he just felt too tired. It felt as if everything of the night's events and emotions were finally catching up to him. Sinking into his bones and draining every bit of energy he had left. 

So, he only nodded, falling back further into the bed. He ran his hand down this face but winced as he felt his fingers bump across the stitches. 

The stitches that were caused by the one person's words who was still whispering to him. Swirling inside him in a massive dark cloud that felt ready to consume him. 

All because of that one damn word. The one that hurt more than anything else than his father could hurl at him.

"Jarvis?" Tony fiddled with his sleeve, giving a slight sniff as he stared at the far wall that was across from him. "Can I ask you a question?" 

The shuffling stopped and Tony imagined Jarvis looking up at him, tilting his head at him as if he was a curious puzzle that had that one missing piece.  

"Do you think I deserve to have a soulmate?" The word felt so sour on Tony's tongue. As if it didn't belong and by just saying its name released a potent acid. One that made him feel as if his mouth was being rotted from the inside out. 

If Tony looked up, he would've seen the way Jarvis's eyes softened and the way his face crinkled into something else. He almost didn't hear what was said next, the whisper barely carrying itself over the silence. 

"Oh, Master Tony, more than you believe." 

Tony's hand burned. 

"You know you're never going to get a soulmate, right?" 

He stared down at it. More specifically, at the unmistakable imprint that was still snaking its way across his open palm. 

"Do you think I deserve to have a soulmate?" 

It glowed brightly as it curled around his skin with branches of color reaching in all directions.

"Oh, Master Tony, more than you believe." 

Logically, he knew what it was. What having it meant because he'd seen enough of the cursed things to last a lifetime. Not only that but he, of all people, shouldn't have a soulmark.

Simply because it wasn't possible and some part of him struggled to align it with the truth. Like it was fake, or just a really horribly vivid dream. After all, mortals were supposed to have soulmates. 

Not Gods. 

Not him. 

Yet, the most damning piece of evidence itself was on his hand. As if it had every right to be there and not blasted off from the face of the Earth. 

Tony lifted his head up and he half-expected to see the kid's face that was responsible for this whole mess staring back at him and —

He was met with thin air. There was no Spider-Man where Tony saw one seconds ago. It only took a moment for him to look down, and before he knew what he was doing, Tony's suit kicked into gear. 

The kid was hurtling out of control to the ground, already hundreds of feet away from Tony. Who, even though, was diving down fast enough to give a fucking peregrine falcon a heart attack, knew it didn't take a genius to figure out that he wasn't going to reach him in time. 

Not before the kid was nothing more than a heap of meat on the street below. 

Which was the exact opposite of what Tony wanted because he never intended to hurt the kid. He only planned to give him a good enough scare so that he'd stop taking out his tech and messing around with a law he probably didn't understand. 

Even if the kid did make him feel miffed that a teenager was swinging around in pajamas was able to give him a Manhattan-sized headache, that didn't mean he wanted Spider-Man dead. 

So that left only one way that the kid had any chance of surviving the fall. 

The suit around Tony rippled, the metal shifting with his thoughts and it lingered on his skin only for a moment. It wasn't a choice really. Not when the facts were laid out clearer than the Tsiolkovsky rocket equation. 

Spider-Man was mortal. Even with all his enhancements, he still had a fragile human body underneath all of that. One that could easily bleed. Break. Burn. 

Tony was a God. He could walk away from a small fall. At most, he’d just get a bruised back and headache. Perhaps, not even that. He was more than willing to grin and bear a little pain now because it was better than the alternative. 

The kid immediately started flailing more in the air but it wasn’t from the falling or the fact he was only several stories away from becoming a boney pancake. No, it wasn’t from that because even from where Tony was, he could see the way the panic on the kid's face intensified by a tenfold. 

He watched as the kid tried clawing at his arms and hands, trying to rip off the armor that was once wrapped around Tony. 

A futile effort.

The symbiote did what was meant to, ignoring the fruitless struggles of the kid and spread from his arms to his chest. It made quick work of the rest of the kid’s body, jumping to his legs, neck and torso. It was barely seconds before the once red and blue onesie was now fully encased in a safe silvery cocoon. 

The last thing Tony saw were those terrified brown eyes staring up at him. Before his own suit’s emotionless mask was glaring back. 

That was when the impact hit, the resounding crack that came with it was unmistakable as Tony collided with the lip of one of the many roofs dotting New York’s skyline. 

He winced as he pushed himself up, his arm, the one without the cursed mark, wrapping itself around his middle. He could feel his ribs already shifting to heal under his skin, knitting themselves back together and moving around like broken teeth. 

That wasn’t what he was really focused on though. Instead, he was staring ahead, at his suit hovering in front of him. Where it was not even a foot above the ground yet felt like the most daunting prospect of Tony’s whole life. Even more than the pedestal that Howard had set his life up to be. 

It felt as if everything he'd ever known and the world he’d built for himself was now falling apart at the seams. All of it coming down because of the person in that suit. 

There was a pregnant pause, an unbreakable beat of silence before it opened up and Tony anticipated a lot of things. One being for the kid to stumble out ungracefully as Tony’s own thrumming heartbeat. 

Maybe even for Peter to cower away in the suit or charge at Tony like he had tried before in pure unbridled rage. 

What he did expect was for a very much unconscious Peter Parker to fall out of the suit. 

“Holy shit!” Tony scrambled, his newly-healed ribs protesting against the action but that didn't stop him from trying to catch the kid before his head could become one with the ground. He grunted, biting down his tongue to stop a groan from escaping him as his arms were suddenly full of the deadweight spider teenager.

Tony pulled Peter closer as he sank down to his knees, his hand immediately flying to support the kid’s head as if it was made of the most fragile porcelain and one wrong move could shatter it under his palm. 

He stared down at the passed out teeanger in his arms, his heart racing wildy along with his thoughts because this scrappy kid was his soulmate. 

One that was never meant to be alive because Tony Stark wasn’t meant to have a soulmate. The chance of him getting one was more impossible than him being able to jump away from his own shadow. 

Yet, here was said soulmate, currently dead to the world around him and all the turmoil he suddenly caused with his existence. The only reassurance that Tony had that the kid was still very much alive was the weak pulse under his fingertips and the hitching movement of Peter’s chest. 

Tony adjusted his grip, trying to get a better hold on the kid but froze as his hand brushed against something wet. Warm. Something he already had a feeling he knew what it was the moment he touched it. 

Slowly he pulled his hand into the light and held it out. Tony immediately regretted, wishing that he kept his hand where it was because for the second time that day, it felt as if the world was collapsing in. 

His hand, the one with the soulmark that was still somehow burning brighter than ever, was coated in blood. 

#peter parker #tony stark #irondad and spiderson #villain tony stark #dark tony stark #ao3 fic #irondad #st*rkers dni #platonic soulmates AU

[sunflowervcl6]

robert downey jr. deserves the world and everything more. convince me otherwise. sike you can’t

#rubi chatters #its crazy to see where he was 20 or so years ago and then now #hes grown so much as a person and i love him #hes created a literal fucking empire #not many people can say that #i just love him so much #and im gonna be so sad not seeing him in any phase 4 movies #like damn i really grew up with this man and boom #hes gone #okay ill stop ranting now #but i love robert downey jr #i swear if i see any st*rkers #i will cry and block them #roberty downey jr #tony stark

[spooderboyandtincan]

The 12(ish) Days of December

A/N: I intended to write a Hanukkah themed chapter, but unfortunately I suffered some burnout and I couldn’t really start it :(((((( I plan and hope to add on to this in the future, I just wanted to get it out here on time! Happy Holidays everyone!!

Read on Ao3

/ST*RKERS DNI/

I

“Che palle!” May cried as she and Peter stepped out of the elevator. “Tony, what the hell is that?!”

“It’s a giant teddy bear,” Tony called back from the kitchen. “It’s for you, Pete!”

“Me?” Peter gasped, his face lighting up. He charged toward the ten-foot teddy bear and tackled it. The giant brown bear teetered slightly with his weight but didn’t tip over. “He’s so soft!”

Tony came out of the kitchen with a wide grin on his face. He wiped his flour-coated hands on his pants and tried to give Peter a hug without pushing him off the bear,

“He’s so beautiful!” Peter giggled, wrapping his arms around the bear’s neck. “And huge!” 

Tony nodded in a proud, self-satisfied sort of way. Besides being delighted that the boy clearly adored his gift, he now had proof that this was obviously how one should react when presented with a ten-foot-tall stuffed animal. He'd have to take a picture and send it to Pepper.

May tossed her purse on the floor and shook her head at Tony. “As long as you can find a place for it, I’m not complaining,” she chuckled.

“I’ll rent a storage unit somewhere,” Tony supplied, taking a sip of coffee from his Iron Man shaped mug. Tony treasured that mug, which had been gifted to him by Peter several months ago. He never brought it in the lab for fear that Dum-E or U would break it, and he kept it in the cabinet next to his “1# IronDad” mug (also a precious gift from his kid).

He looked back to Peter, who had wrapped his arms around the bear, which was tilting dangerously. “Be careful, kiddo,” he said, biting his lip. But the moment the words got out of his mouth, Peter and the gigantic teddy bear started to topple to the ground.

“Shit-!” he began, darting forward, only to be met by Peter’s giggles.

“Nooo. Leave me. ‘M comfy.” He rolled onto the bear’s big belly and sprawled across it. “This’s perfect,” he hummed, closing his eyes. 

Tony and May shared a slightly exasperated yet fond glance. Tony flopped down next to Peter, tucking a curl behind his ear. “Now that I think about it, spider-baby,” he mused, “I’ve got something else for ya.”

Peter perked up and opened his eyes. “What?” 

Tony gave him a large grin and ran a hand through his curls. “C’mere.” He wrapped an arm around his shoulders and led Peter to his room.

May sighed. “I swear to god, Tony, if you’re giving him an Audi….” she muttered. 

“I’m not!” the man insisted. Peter rolled his eyes and sat down on his bead. 

Tony put a warm palm over his eyes. “Close your eyes, bud.” 

Peter tried to keep his eyes closed as Tony ran to his own room, tearing through what sounded like wrapping paper and knocking boxes over with no absence of cursing. 

Moments later, a small, leather 4x4 inch box was placed on his open palm. He opened his eyes and looked first at the box, then at up Tony, who smiled. May shrugged and gestured to open it. 

Inside the box rested a thin, slender watch with a smooth black strap. The face of the watch was rectangular, and when Peter pushed the button on the side it lit up, displaying the time above what looked like a mini arc reactor. It resembled the StarkWatch he was wearing that very moment, except it looked more high-tech.

“A new StarkWatch, specially customized for you, by yours truly,” Tony said. “Your old one looked pretty busted, even though they’re supposed to be indestructible.” Peter snickered at Tony’s gentle jab. “And it’s got a few minor upgrades. You can set the lock screen, for one. And it should be trackable from anywhere in the universe, and I mean everywhere. And you can call me, or May, or Ned or Rhodey or whoever from the top of Mount Everest or the bottom of the Mariana Trench.”

“Wow,” Peter whispered, tracing the sides of the watch before strapping it onto his wrist. “Thank you, Mister Stark! I love it! It’s so cool!” 

“What happened to ‘Tony?’” he grumbled playfully, giving his spider-baby a kiss on his head. “I’m glad you like it, buddy. It’s basically the same stuff as your old one, just better.” 

Then, to both Peter and May’s surprise, Tony bent down and grabbed a colorful red bag covered in golden glitter. Peter laughed.

“Tony, it’s only the ninth!” May snorted, her eyebrows raised past her hairline.

“That’s because we’ll need these before Christmas,” Tony said wisely. He handed Peter a soft package wrapped in green tissue paper and watched him tear the packaging in half.

“It’s so ugly!” he cried, holding up a garish green sweater. There was a plastic red ball attached to the big reindeer's nose and tiny bells were tied onto the reindeer’s harness. Little snowflakes were patterned all over, and Peter couldn’t help but laugh. “I love it, Tony!” Peter pulled the sweater on and was delighted to find that the fabric was incredibly soft, instead of the unbearably itchy sweaters he had owned in the past. “It’s perfect!”

Tony laughed fondly at his already thrilled kid. “If you think it’s good now, wait till you see this. FRI, lights off,” he ordered.  

Peter felt Tony fumble with something on his shoulder, and suddenly the sweater lit up. The reindeer’s nose lit up bright red, the snowflakes began to glow, and, as cliché as it might have sounded, the bells gave a merry jingle as Peter laughed.

“I love it!” He tackled Tony with a hug, relaxing slightly in the man’s arms. 

“Good,” Tony chuckled, “‘Cause I’ve got about three more for you and your aunt each.”

II

“Tony, where’re we going?” Peter whined, his breath fogging the window. “Tell meeee!”

“My lips are sealed,” Tony said, pretending to zip his lips shut and throw away the key. “We’re almost there, Rudolph, don’t worry.”

“Rudolph?!” Peter snorted.

Tony reached over the console to ruffle his hair. “I thought you might want a Christmas nickname,” he explained. “Plus, y’know, you already had a nickname available that only required a bit of simple reconstruction, Roo.”

Peter shook his head. “Just tell meeee!”

“No. Never.”

“Pleeease?”

“I physically can’t, buddy.”

“Tell me! Tellmetellmetellme pleeeeeeeeease?”

“Will… to keep secrets… decreasing,” Tony said robotically. “Fine. We’re going ice-skating, Petey-Pie.”

Peter gasped, his big chocolate eyes going wide. “Really?!” 

Tony grinned and glanced over to his kid. “Really.” He wished he could stop the car and give his sweet boy a hug. 

“But…” Peter bit his lip. “I don’t really know how. I mean, I went ice skating with Ned a few years ago but we mostly fell over and bruised our butts.”

Tony chuckled fondly. “That’s okay kiddie, I’ll show you the arts. Rhodey and I went when we were in college, and man, we had a blast laughing at each other. Oh- we’re here!”

“Tony, I don’t have any skates!” Peter realized as they hopped out of the car. 

“I already got you some, Pete, don’t worry,” Tony assured him. He opened the trunk of the car. “And I brought you an extra hat, a coat, a scarf, some better gloves, extra socks and a pair of snow pants.” 

“Tony,” Peter began, leaning into the hug the man offered him all the same. He grumbled and rolled his eyes but let Tony wrap a scarf around his neck and trade his thin woolen gloves out for much warmer, thicker ones. Peter had to admit he felt a lot warmer. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Thanks, Pete. M’kay, I’ve got these fancy red and blue skates for you and red and gold for me.” 

“And I’m sure the color choices were random?” Peter asked sarcastically. “Wait- these have the Spider-Man logo on them! Mr. Stark, are there Spider-Man ice-skates?!”

Tony bent to kiss his forehead. “There are, Pete. Pretty cool, huh?”

“So cool! I love ‘em, thank you, Tony!” He held up the skates to admire them. “They’re great!”

“No problem, buddy. It was my pleasure.”

Peter flopped down in the snow and pulled on his skates. He looked up to admire the tall oak and pine trees swaying gently with the wind, the last leaves of fall scattering along the icy roads. A pair of snowflakes drifted down to his coat, and Peter felt a sort of peace flow through him.

“Petey? Are you comin’?” Tony called, skating back and forth along the edge of the pond. Peter knotted the laces of his skates tightly and struggled to his feet.

“I’m trying!” he yelled, staggering forward. He leaned over the ice and felt a bit dizzy. It was about a foot down to the actual ice, and Peter knew without a doubt that he would slip if he tried to get down. “I dunno, um….”

“I gotcha, Petey, don’t worry.” Tony held out his arms and gave him a reassuring smile. Hesitantly, Peter lowered stepped onto the frozen pond, grabbing Tony’s arm and clinging to him as he got both feet on the ice. 

“Good job, Roo!” the man praised, lifting him up by the armpits so he was standing up a bit straighter. He couldn’t help but compare Peter to a fawn who just stood up for the very first time, and the boy’s big bambi eyes weren’t helping his case. “Getting on the ice is the hardest part. I’ve landed on my ass more times than I can count.” Tony frowned at himself. “Sorry I said ‘ass,’ don’t repeat that.”

Peter snorted. His skates slipped and he felt Tony’s arms tighten around him. “Whoa there, buddy. I gotcha.” He tucked a loose curl behind the teen’s ear and kissed his cheek, wrapping an arm around his shoulder.

“‘M’kay, you ready, Pete?” 

“Heck yeah!” 

Tony grinned. “Okay, first, you said ‘heck yeah’ instead of ‘hell yeah’ and that’s adorable,” he teased, chuckling at Peter’s eye roll. “Second: let’s wreck this rink!”

Though of course, they ended up making more of a wreck of themselves rather than the rink.

The very second Peter slid his foot forward, he found himself spontaneously falling backwards. Luckily, Tony caught him easily and gently pulled him back up. 

“I meant to do that,” he huffed, his small hands scrabbling at Tony’s coat. “It was- completely- intentional.” 

“Of course it was, Roo, I know that,” he said with a raise of his eyebrows. “No one has the grace and agility you do.”

“I am graceful, Tony! How dare you?!” Peter grumbled. 

Tony might have made a quip about the arms wrapped tightly around his waist for support, but he decided his poor kid had suffered enough. Despite bumping into every table or chair in his path, Peter was surprisingly graceful, especially when he swung with ease through the air on a thin stand of webbing. “You are graceful, buddy, I promise,” he admitted. “You wanna give it another try?”

Peter stuck his tongue out at him, adjusted his hat, and gingerly took a step forward. Tony tensed, ready to lunge forward and catch him if the boy slipped, but found himself letting a quiet cheer. “Nice job, Pete!”

Peter beamed at him, his legs spread far apart and his arms extended for balance. He tipped backwards and Tony started to jump forward, but Peter flailed his arms around and regained his balance.

“I think you’re getting the hang of it, kiddo!” Tony called as Peter made his way to the opposite side of the pond. He winced suddenly, protectiveness flooding through him at his retreating figure. “Be careful! Wait for me!”

He caught up to Peter easily and zipped in front of him, catching him by the shoulders. “You’re doing great, baby!” 

“Thanks,” he giggled, looking down at his shoes. He wiped his red nose with the back of his hand and sniffled. “‘S fun!”

Tony smiled and adjusted Peter’s scarf. “Glad to hear it.”

“Tony?” he asked. “Can you do a figure eight?”

The man paused to consider this, clicking his tongue. “Only one way to find out!” he decided. 

Peter watched excitedly as he skated out to the middle of the pond, looking practically weightless. Tony took a deep breath, prayed he didn’t break any bones, then pushed off. He zoomed around the pond in a perfect figure eight, only faltering for a brief moment, and traced over it twice before he skidded back to Peter. “Ta-da!”

Peter applauded, clearly very impressed. Tony bowed exaggeratedly and pretended to be embarrassed. 

“D’you think I should try?” Peter asked. 

Tony smiled fondly. “Only if you want to. I know you’d nail it though.”

And he did. Peter skated carefully to the edge of the pond and performed the figure eight beautifully, spinning in circles and laughing when he got a bit too dizzy.

Tony skated up to him, his eyes huge. “Jesus, Petey, that was fantastic!” He pulled the embarrassed teen to his chest and wished, not for the first time, that Peter wasn’t wearing a hat so he could kiss the top of his head. He settled for Peter’s cheek instead. “Wow, baby, that was amazing! Wait- I gotta sign you up for the Olympics. Where’s my phone- oh, I got it.” He pulled his phone from his coat.

“Tony, nooooo!” Peter protested.

“Tony yes. You’re too talented.”

“It was just a figure eight!” he giggled. “And you did one too so you hafta sign yourself up.” Peter looked up to the gray sky and shivered as the brisk winds tore at his heavy coat and scarf. He leaned even closer to Tony.

“You cold, baby?” Tony rubbed his back gently, hoping to generate some warmth. “Wanna go back home? We can come back here anytime you want.”

Peter sighed a bit sadly, but he had to admit he was freezing. He and Tony skated back to the car quickly. Snowflakes began to fall rapidly down as gusts of wind tried to upset their balance. Tony helped Peter onto the bank and they hurriedly yanked off their ice skates.

They found refuge in the car only when Tony turned the heater up full blast and  leaned over the console to pull Peter into his arms. Peter’s shivers that had been worrying him far more than Tony had been willing to say eventually died off and together they watched what was now practically a blizzard raging outside.

“Just in time,” Tony mumbled into Peter’s curls. “Feel any better, baby?”

He grew worried when he received no response and pulled back. Peter’s eyes were shut and his breathing slow, though he made a small whimpering noise in the back of his throat when Tony pulled away. Tony smiled, a tender, loving light in his eyes and pulled Peter back into his arms, cradling his kid against his chest and rubbing his back soothingly. “‘M here. ‘M here, baby, don’t worry,” he cooed, planting a kiss on his forehead. 

Peter curls tickled his cheek, his warm breath heating the skin of Tony’s neck. The console between him and his kid was uncomfortable and hard against his side, but he wouldn’t have moved for the world. Tony held Peter tightly and closed his eyes.

Maybe they could stay there a little while as they waited for the blizzard to pass.

III

Tony had been brewing a hot cup of coffee in the kitchen when a disheveled, sniffling, sleepy Peter face-planted into his back.

“Whoa, bud!” Tony spun around and caught the boy under the armpits. “Hey, hey. Are you okay?” He tilted Peter’s chin back and found that his nose was bright red, his eyes were half-lidded, and his bedhead was a lot worse (though still absolutely adorable) than it usually was.

“‘M fine,” Peter sniffled, leaning heavily against his chest. “Missed you.”

“Oh, baby,” Tony murmured, wrapping his arms around the small teen, “I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere, okay?” He gave his definitely-not-sick spider-baby a smooch on his temple. “You’re pretty warm,” he noted with a hint of worry in his voice. He pressed the back of his hand to the teen’s forehead. “Do you wanna lie down, kiddo?”

Peter shook his head weakly. “Wan’ you.”

Tony’s heart melted and he turned into a pile of mush. In this tired, sick, achy state Peter was clingier than ever, and all he wanted was him. He wanted Tony. He kissed Peter’s temple. “I’m gonna stay right here, Petey, don’t worry,” he assured his kid. “I promise.” 

Tony held Peter with one arm while he rummaged through the kitchen cabinets with the other. “FRI? What’s up with the spider-baby?”

“Peter is exhibiting symptoms of a common cold, such as coughing, sneezing, a runny nose, and a fever,” the AI replied. Tony felt a pang of worry and empathy in his heart. 

“Okay. I’ve got your pain meds,” he announced in a whisper. “Do you want water or OJ?”

Peter decided on the latter, not bothering to raise his head but simply mumbling “juice” into the man’s chest. Tony hummed in agreement and attempted to pour a glass for himself one-handedly (most of the juice ended up on the counter, but holding his sick kid was far more important than pouring orange juice).

He led the boy to the couch, a steadying hand around his shoulders. Peter snuggled against him, coughing and sniffling. He wiped his nose with the back of his hand and shivered.

Tony placed two white pills into palm. Peter took a hesitant sip of his drink and gulped down the pills. Tony tucked an errant curl behind his ear and placed a kiss one his temple. 

With Peter still in his hold, he strained to reach the weighted electric blanket that had fallen behind the couch. With a painful crack from his twisted back, he finally managed to get his fingers around the feather-soft blanket and settled back on the couch with a triumphant grunt.

He wrapped the electric blanket tightly around them both. Peter’s shivering caused a surge of fierce protection to run through his veins, and Tony hugged him to his chest, pressing a kiss to his soft, though slightly sweaty curls. He glared at the dark corners of the room, as if somehow the very cold that was making his child suffer so much would leap from the shadows.  

Peter found comfort in the vibrations of Tony’s chest and the beat of his heart. The calloused fingers running through his hair and the occasional kiss against his temple soothed him beyond measure, and without ever realizing it, Peter started to drift off. Compared to when he had woken up, soaked with sweat, wheezing and sniffling and rather nauseous, he felt so much better in his father-figure’s embrace.

Dimly, he noticed that Tony was talking to him. He thought he recognized the words coming out of his mouth, and he realized suddenly that Tony was reading Mr. Willowby’s Christmas Tree to him. That book had been Peter’s favorite when he was a small toddler, and hearing the familiar words aloud brought a big burst of happiness to his chest. 

Peter let his eyes slip shut for a second. The headache that had been pounding in his head was completely gone and in Tony’s arms, he felt incredibly warm and cozy and happy. 

When his eyes opened again, he determined that Tony had finished reading the book. If he had had enough energy, he would have asked him to read another. But much to his delight, he realized Tony had already picked up another book.

And just before his eyes fluttered shut, he heard Tony’s gentle voice speaking, full of love. “I love you, Petey.”

I love you too.

IV

“Mmm, Tony, the spaghetti was fantastic!” May exclaimed as she loaded her plate into the dishwasher. “I need that recipe, it’s just too good!” 

Tony looked at Peter out of the corner of his eyes. The boy shook his head frantically and drew a finger across his throat. Tony snickered. “Thank you, May, I’m glad to hear that,” he said.

To be completely truthful, he felt like throwing up. During the dinner, Peter had chatted enough to distract him, but now his emotions were left to himself, and Tony had barely been swallowed by them. He stuffed the last plate in the dishwasher and took a few long, deep breaths. He massaged his forehead and blinked, sitting down heavily on the couch.

Tony’s heart was beating out of his chest. He looked up to the boy, who was texting someone- probably Ned, completely oblivious. “Pete?” he began shakily. “Do you think we could talk for a second?” He and May shared a glance. She realized immediately what he was about to do and gave him an encouraging smile and a thumbs up. 

“Yeah!” Peter vaulted onto the couch with a laugh. His grin faded when he saw how worried, how scared the man looked. Alarm kindled in his chest. “What’s wrong, Mr. Stark?”

Tony couldn’t bring himself to laugh at the cookie crumbs in the corners of his mouth or the way his hair frizzed everywhere as he pulled his Santa hat off. He swallowed and took a deep breath.

“Um-” Tony had to clear his throat. He reached down and grabbed a briefcase leaning against the couch that Peter hadn’t noticed before. “Uh,” he tried. He pulled two papers out of the briefcase and stared at them for a long while. “Do you think that you could give these a read, kiddo?”

Peter nodded silently and took them. He looked up at Tony, his head tilted in confusion.

He looked to the papers. His eyes widened in disbelief. “W-what? I-” He turned the papers over as if there would be a sticky note saying “IT'S A PRANK!” on the back. “What? W-what? I-I don’t-” Peter shook his head. 

He couldn’t stop looking at those cream-colored papers. 

Child: Peter Benjamin Parker

Adopting Parent(s): Anthony Edward Stark 

The rest of the paper was blank, except for Tony’s signature at the bottom. 

“Am I asleep? This-this is a dream, right?” Peter's eyes were filling with tears but he didn’t bother to wipe them away.

“It’s not a dream, sweetheart,” May said gently. “It’s real.” She squeezed his knee, hoping to ground him.

“Really?” He opened his mouth but couldn’t seem to form words. He gaped like a fish, reading the adoption papers over and over again. “You-you wanna adopt me?” he finally managed to squeak out.

Tony finally gathered the courage to look at his kid. “Yeah, baby. But only if you want to, okay? Nothing would change, though. We’d- just be making it official. Everything would be the same except-” He throat closed, and suddenly he couldn’t speak. 

Except Peter would be his official son- legally, on paper. And Tony would be his official dad. (There was no way Tony wasn’t already his dad.)

“What are you thinking, baby?” he murmured, instinctively tucking a curl behind Peter’s ear with shaky hands. 

Tony’s gentle touch was enough to break the dam of emotions that had been holding back. Peter sniffled, then burst into tears and practically jumped into his dad’s arms. 

Tony hugged him tightly, rubbing a hand up and down his back and pressing long kisses to his temple. Peter blubbered into his chest, happy tears soaking Tony’s sweater. May wrapped her arms around the two and squeezed them both tightly.

Tony felt tears prickle in his own eyes and he dropped his forehead to Peter’s curls. “Is that a yes?” he finally managed to say.

Peter giggled wetly and nodded frantically against his chest. 

A grin as wide as a dinner plate crossed Tony’s face. He realized suddenly that tears were streaming down his cheeks, but he didn’t wipe them away. He kissed the top of Peter's head and squeezed him tighter. 

May pressed a quick kiss on Peter’s cheek and stood up. “I’ll be back in a bit,” she said, sensing that the father and son might want a moment alone. 

Tony rocked his kid back and forth, rubbing his back and pressing kiss after kiss to his cheek. “I love you,” he murmured into his chestnut curls. “I love you.” IloveyouIloveyouIloveyou.

“Love you,” Peter babbled. “I love you too. I love you.”

He held Peter at an arm’s length, still grinning. Then he pulled his kid back to him again and kissed his cheek, wiping away his tears with the pad of his thumb. “I love you.”

Peter sniffled, wiping his nose with his sweater. He wrapped his arms around Tony’s neck and curled around him like a koala. He leaned heavily against his dad’s chest, his breathing beginning to even out. Tony’s chest vibrated with every “I love you so much, Petey” and his ceaseless murmurs of love and comfort.    

“Love you, Dad,” he said sleepily, his eyelids drooping. 

A lump formed in Tony’s throat that he couldn’t seem to swallow past. Tears started to trickle down his cheeks. “Petey-” he murmured, his voice hoarse. “I love you so much. So damn much, okay?” He ran his hand up and down the boy’s back, kissing his temple and trying to blink his happy tears away. 

Tony felt himself slowly drifting asleep. He blinked, and then his cheek was resting on his kid’s curls. His eyes closed again, and suddenly May was there, draping a blanket over them. He tried to tell her to get Peter’s special heated blanket, because his poor kid couldn’t thermoregulate and absolutely hated the cold. Then he realized that she had already tucked it around the boy and sighed in relief, finally letting himself relax.

May settled on the opposite side of Peter and wrapped an arm around him. Within minutes she was snoring quietly, but Tony was too tired to notice. A wave of joy and peace and love washed over him, and his eyes slipped shut.

~~~~~

/ST*RKERS DNI/

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Marvel fanfics submissions

Hello, I am a fanfiction writer who likes to apply song lyrics to my fics. I am taking submissions for almost any Marvel pairing to go under my collection on ao3 called "Songfics". For those who don't fully know what I'm talking about, I use a situation from a song (for example, Rihanna's song 'Unfaithful' would be a fic about cheating) and apply the characters to it.

I usually write Winteriron, but I am willing to write other pairings, whether romantic, platonic, or familial. There are a few groundrules, however.

1.) I will NOT write any incest or pedophilia, which includes St*rker, Th*rki, Sp*deypool, and St*ucky (Yes Stucky is an incest ship to me.)

2.) No smut. I can't write it.

3.) I am only literate in English, so all fics will be in English.

4.) I do not swear when speaking, so there will be no cursing in the fics.

5.) I reserve the right to refuse a submission if I feel like I cannot get the pairing to work in the situation.

I will post any fics I write on the Archive and on this blog. See link in bio for my Ao3.

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I'd Come For You

Hi everyone! So, I’ve been working on this one-shot the whole week.

Pretending that I’m not feeling the looks I’m getting from the other wips I didn’t work on in that time.

I honestly wasn’t expecting it to be so big. It was supposed to be about 1000 words but here I am with over 2000 instead. I hope you guys aren’t disappointed.

Also, I don’t think I need to explain this but THIS IS NOT ST*RKER.

If you see this as St*rker, I’ll rain fire on you.

Warnings: Character Death, swearing, mentioned kidnapping and of course, ✨angst✨

Ya don’t like? Don't read.

It had been two weeks since Peter Parker and May Parker went missing, since they were kidnapped. Two weeks since Tony hadn’t caught a wink of sleep and been searching for them but kept going from one dead-end to another.

Yet, it was as they fell off from the ends of the Earth, whisked away by who-knows-what and Tony cursed himself for not knowing sooner. That he didn’t put more protocols, keeping a closer eye on them, imbedded trackers in them, putting cameras in their apartment or anything so he could at least find them.

That he could’ve been there when they needed him. That he could’ve saved them

“Tony, you couldn’t have done anything.” Pepper’s reprimanding yet still somehow understanding voice rang through his skull, pounding against the onslaught of his thoughts that threatened to drown him.

“If you did any of that stuff anyway, it would’ve been stalking, Tony and that’s illegal.”

Tony screwed his eyes shut, the conversation he had with Pepper didn’t do anything to ease his guilt. It kept coming back in bigger and harsher waves with nothing stopping it from crashing against him, pushing him further into the dark abyss he found himself in.

“Boss, I have something.”

For a moment, Tony was frozen in a vacuum, guilt, and relief, and dread sucking all the air out of him. He raised his head, eyes wide, not sure if he heard his Al correctly.

“What?” He choked while something started stirring dangerously in his chest.

“There’s a news report concerning Spider-Man.” Friday relayed calmly but Tony felt his heart jolt painfully at her words as if a couple of hundred volts were being sent through him.

He didn’t want to have hope. He didn’t want to because there were already too many times where there was a lead to finding Peter and May but it ended in it either being someone else or a hoax.

“Put it up.” Tony sat up straighter in the chair preparing himself for whatever his Al was about to show him. “Show me, girl.”

The table lit up, a hologram starting to form and it fizzled for a brief second before forming a video. Time stood for a moment, allowing Tony to catch himself before reality plummeted in.

“Shit!”

Tony shot up from his chair, stumbling over the nearest exit and not even looking at the rest of the news report Friday sent him. The words ‘Spider-Man’ and 'identity revealed’ kept ringing in his ears like white noise.

“Fri, get me a suit!” Any common sense Tony had left took a running leap out the window. The suit folded around him, and Iron Man shot through the several floors of the Compound before bursting out of the roof, not caring for the damage he was causing to his own building.

Tony knew he had to get to where his damn kid was. He had to get to Peter. “Fri, give me Peter Parker’s location now!”

“He’s located on the Brooklyn Bridge, boss. The news report I sent is live.” Tony wasn’t even going to question why the kid wasn’t in Queens but rather on the Brooklyn Bridge.

“Give me visual and audio when we’re close enough! Full power, Fri!”

“Boss—”

“Just do it!” Friday didn’t answer, and while guilt prodded at Tony, it was quickly washed away the torrent of emotions that overcame him.

First was relief, relief that the kid was out in the open again but it was quickly overpowered by worry and fear for Peter on what could’ve happened, what was happening at this moment that he ended up on the news. Why his identity was revealed.

Tony expected many scenarios, each sending his heart racing higher than the next.

However, out of all the ones he imagined, nothing compared to what actually happened. Through the display of the suit’s helmet, Tony’s stomach gave a sickening lurch forward as if he’d been yanked clean out of the sky.

It was already too late. The damage had been done. He was too late. His heart snagged in his throat at the sight before him, a scene he never wanted to see. One that would haunt him forever.

No.

The suit landed with a heavy thud, and it was barely seconds when Tony stumbled out, his knees almost giving out from underneath him while bone-chilling regret sunk into his skin like a fast-spreading poison.

There was Peter Parker, wearing his Spider-Man suit and mask discarded a few feet away, the kid’s hunched back facing towards him. Ugly sobs rang through the air while cradled in Peter’s arms was May’s bleeding, broken, and cold body.

“Hey, May—May. Come on, wake up. It’s okay, now. We’re free, May. He’s gone, we’re free.” The kid’s voice wobbled, sounding so desperate, so broken, Tony’s heart suddenly felt as if a cold, steel fist wrapped it and slowly started squeezing the life out of it. “Please wake up, May. Come on. May.”

“Kid.” Tony hovered behind him, not willing to touch just yet but Peter didn’t move at the sound of his voice. Didn’t even acknowledge he was there. There was just another sob that made Tony feel like red-hot iron shrapnel exploded into his chest all over again.

This is his fault. He didn’t know what happened but Tony knew this was his fault, something he couldn’t fix.

Out of the corner of his eye, Tony saw something that made the cold and numbness that had fallen upon him when he saw Peter vanished.

It was like a flip of a switch, his blood suddenly catching fire, thawing the ice that had overtaken him earlier. Nothing was stopping the rage from blinding him as he whirled around to face the reports and bystanders, who were either filming or pointing excitedly at what was happening before their very eyes.

“What the hell is wrong with you?!” The whole crowd stepped back but Tony didn’t care. Didn’t care that this would probably go down in the news and what little of his reputation was left from the whole accords clusterfuck would probably be gone up in a cloud of smoke.

How dare they. How dare they make a scene out of his kid grieving over his aunt’s body like a pack of hungry hyenas taunting and laughing with a dying animal on its last legs. “Get out of here! Or I’ll sue every single one of you! Move!”

When they didn’t, Tony felt his anger explode and his vision tunneled, almost blackening. He felt like a feral dog, willing to bite anyone who came within a meter of Peter.

“Friday!” The Al didn’t need to be told twice, his suit snapped closed already going into action, flying to stand before him and Peter — raising a gauntlet at the people. “Leave or I’ll blow your brains out!”

Tony didn’t care that it was probably overkill but his only priority was getting Peter to safety now. The kid’s identity was out in the open and so was he, a dangerous combo.

The crowd got the message, scattering to get away, a few people screaming but Tony didn’t care. He knew Friday had his back and would make sure no one would get near them — he also knew she wouldn’t purposely hurt civilians.

Turning on his heels, Tony’s gaze shifted back to Peter, who was still cradling his aunt.

All of the anger whipped out of him at the sight, the fire in his veins sizzled out while the red haze Tony didn’t realize was hanging over his vision fell away.

“May.” There was another sob, and Tony faltered as Peter brushed a delicate, stray hair away from her face. “Please, you can’t. Not yet. Please.”

Tony swallowed, steeling himself for this. He hated that he had to bring the kid back to reality but Peter needed to get somewhere safe. He had to be there for him now, he couldn’t fail the kid a second time.

“Pete.” Tony laid a hand on the kid’s shoulder. “I-”

“No!” Peter jerked away from his touch as if he’d been burned and clutched tighter onto May’s body as if she was his last lifeline. “I’m not leaving her!”

Tony couldn’t stop himself from flinching and crap, he hated doing this. He hated it so much. “Kid, I can’t leave you here.”

Peter didn’t give him an answer and Tony reached out again. This time Peter tensed but didn’t move away when Tony’s hand landed on his shoulder.

Tony gave a gentle tug, and he could see Peter’s arms curling into a tighter coil around May. “We can’t stay here, Peter.”

Peter shook his head, like he was not trusting his voice at that moment, that if he breathed he’d tumble downwards afraid no one would catch him.

“Pete.” Tony gave another tug, bending down next to him and ignoring the way his knees protested. “Please.”

Peter didn’t move and Tony couldn’t see his face because it was hidden behind by the kid’s curls, the same ones that he’d ruffle when he teased him or felt a burst of pride spread through his chest when they worked together in the lab.

Tony lifted his hand cautiously from the kid’s shoulder as if Peter was a spooked animal that was ready to bolt at the wrong move.

He slipped his arm slowly next to Peter’s own, right where May’s head was. He eyed the kid’s movements, waiting to see if Peter was going to lash out again but he stayed still.

Tony took that as a sign and curled his hand behind May’s shoulders, gently pulling her body towards him.

He expected Peter to put up a fight the second May moved — he expected the kid to scream at the top of his lungs and sock him in the jaw but Peter did nothing of the sort.

The only movement from Peter was his body’s trembling and muffled whimpering that made Tony’s heartache.

Swallowing down the heavy lump in his throat, Tony tugged at May again. He made sure to move slowly, waiting to see if Peter would tighten his grip to stop him but the exact opposite happened.

Peter grew tense for a second, shoulders bunching up to his ears and Tony watched, not daring to breathe. He thought of many things happening at that moment, his mind racing with all the possibilities.

However, none were the kid’s arms slackening — there was a second of silence before:

“It hurts.”

The voice that spoke was hoarse, crumbling at the edges, and took Tony a few jarring moments to realize with a sickening feeling in his stomach that it was Peter.

Whose supposed to sound young, innocent, pure — bubbly with excitement. He shouldn’t ever sound like that.

“I know, Pete.” Tony was surprised at how level his voice sounded, even with his insides feeling as if they were being thrown and churned inside of a concrete mixer.

He remembered back to when he was still twenty-one when he got the news on his parent’s crash, how he’d been utterly crushed from his mother’s death. “I know.”

Tony hated that Peter was going through the same pain now, that he couldn't have stopped the kid from feeling the guilt and absolutely devastating grief. He hated it that Peter, a child who played with Legos, helped kittens out of trees and guided old ladies across the street simply because it's right, now was suffering.

All because Tony wasn't good enough. That he didn't find them sooner and he had to find them on the news.

Tony didn’t speak anymore after that, taking May’s weight in his arms and for the time, got a good look at her.

Her eyes were closed like she was simply asleep, the relaxed features of her entire body contrasted greatly with the image Tony had of the woman who could rival Pepper Potts with her brute force and determination.

Nausea settled deep inside him. He didn’t even know what happened, why Peter was in his suit, how May died here on this bridge and where they were for last two weeks.

Even if he felt trapped inside a whirlwind of questions more than answers, Tony slung more of May’s weight in his arms, taking her body away from Peter.

Despite struggling with her weight, Tony stood up and cradled her body close to his own, as if it was made out of the most delicate porcelain glass.

“Fri, girl. Come here.” Tony turned around to the Iron Man armor standing guard beside them, the eyes of the suit glowing brightly.

He smiled as the suit held out its arms, while Friday wasn’t any Jarvis, she still understood what he needed even if he didn’t ask for it yet.

Tony muttered a soft command to his Al, laying May’s body in the suit arms before stepping back. He turned away just as the suit took off, now his main priority was getting Peter to safety.

The kid’s identity was out in the open and staying here wasn’t an option. The crowds were probably going to come back again soon — along with whatever else was out there to.

Peter didn’t move from his spot, still bunched up in a semi-fatal ball, arms wrapped tightly around his knees but Tony could hear his stifled sobs.

“Come, Pete,” Tony muttered softly, taking Peter’s shoulder again, feeling the kid shake under his hand. He knew another suit was on the way from the Compound and was probably going to be here in the next minute or two. “Let’s go.”

Peter raised his head and Tony cringed as his eyes were bloodshot from all the crying while tears tracks still ran down his face.

The kid opened his mouth and a panicked noise ripped through his throat. “Mr. Stark-”

He struggled to his feet, using what little strength he had left. Tony leapt forward, arms shooting outwards and as if the strings on a puppet were cut — Peter crumbled into them.

Tony sunk to the ground, holding tight onto his kid as he broke down in his arms. Seeing the kid hadn’t been enough.

After two weeks of Peter being missing, finding him on the bridge, May being dead, being clueless on what happened…

He needed this. Needed to hold Peter. It was the only thing he could do.

“She’s gone.” Peter choked, clawing desperately onto the back of his shirt and Tony tightened his grip, burying his nose into his matted, bloodied curls, breathing in the familiar scent underneath the offending layer of grime and dirt. “Please, Mr. Stark. I can’t — she can’t — I don’t want May to go.”

“I’m sorry, Peter. I’m so sorry.” Tony didn’t care that his voice wavered, that it broke with Peter. He held tighter, blinking away the moisture that had unknowingly gathered up in his eyes. I promise May to my grave, I’ll hold onto Peter and never let go.

He would be there for Peter and will in the future. He could do that much for already failing the kid when he needed him.

I won’t fail him and you again.

~~~

Okay, I know I didn’t explain much what happened to Peter and May, how they got kidnapped, what happened that they escaped, how May died along with all the other little details. For a good reason.

… Who wants part 2?

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Drowning

TW: MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH

~~~~~

The mission was supposed to be easy, in and out. That was the only reason Tony let Peter come. (Well, his big puppy eyes helped)

Peter, for his part,  was ecstatic. He bounced around, giving Tony quick, random hugs. It was one of the most adorable things he’d ever seen.

In private, Tony made each Avenger swear they would protect Peter at all costs. Each one promised they wouldn’t take their eyes off his kid. 

As it turned out, the mission went a lot worse than they’d expected. 

~~~~~

Tony spun frantically at Peter’s shout. “Pete? You okay?”

There was a heart-wrenching pause, and then, “Y-yeah, Mr. Stark. I’m fine.”

He was clearly not fine. His voice was shaking and laced with pain, and Tony would give anything to wrap his kid in a warm hug and watch Star Wars, safe in the penthouse. 

But he couldn't, because Steve was down, Clint was off coms, Tony was surrounded, and no backup was coming. 

He said, forcing calm into his voice, “Petey, you still there? Okay, kiddo, I want you to get away from here. Please, baby. Get to the Quinjet, okay? Stay safe for me.”

Please, I need you.

“B-but Mr. Stark,” Peter coughed, “what if you get hurt? I c-can’t leave you.”

Tony shot a repulsor blast, dangerously close to the foundations of the building. “You need to leave, kiddo, please. It’s too dangerous. I’ll be fine. You gotta get out of here!”

He would be fine once Peter was fine.

He heard the boy sigh shakily. “Okay Mr. Stark. B-but stay safe!”

Tony looked up to see the small red and blue figure flash across the sky. He sighed in relief as Peter swung to the boundaries of the woods where the jet was hidden.

His relief didn’t last long.

In fact, it turned to pure terror.

A flash of orange-red blasted from nowhere, taking Peter by surprise. Tony saw the way Peter twisted to avoid it, but it was too late.

“Peter!” he screamed, helpless as his kid hurtled to the ground, body limp. 

No!

Nonono

Tony threw a woman to the ground in murderous rage and fear, blasting three others. 

Nonono Peter was falling

Two agents jumped onto the suit, preventing him from getting to his kid. He staggered and frantically tried to get them off. Unfortunately, others had the same idea.  Tony fell with the weight, hitting the ground. 

“No, no, Pete-” he grunted, trying to untangle himself. “Get off!” 

He killed without a second thought, cries silenced with a blast. 

All he could think about was his kid. 

~~~~~

Peter plunged into the water, his side radiating pain.

He was stunned at the impact and the icy cold water. 

He thrashed desperately, trying to get to the surface, clawing at nothing and kicking wildly. 

He couldn’t breathe

Mr. Stark! Help me!

It was so cold.

He could see the surface. He was so close. 

Mr. Stark!

He knew Tony would always save him. 

Peter reached up, hoping for Tony’s hand to pull him out. He kicked again. 

Mr. Stark?

Where was he? 

The tightness in his chest overwhelmed him. 

He couldn’t breathe.

He fazed out, gasping. He choked as water filled his lungs.

It was so cold.

His limbs were numb.

His chest relaxed, the pressure gone.

A feeling of serenity filled Peter.

It wasn’t cold anymore.

But...

Mr. Stark?

I thought you’d come.

~~~~~

Tony shot into the sky, his suit at full speed. 

“C’mon,” he muttered. “Faster!”

Oh god, Peter was falling. 

Peter! 

Please be okay pleasebeokaypleasebeokay

Please

I need you

~~~~~

He hit the water at breakneck speed, frantically looking for his kid.

Oh god, Peter.

No!

Nonononono

Tony scooped up the limp boy and shot out, carefully setting him on the ground and tearing out of his suit.

“Petey?! Come on, baby, wake up!” he cried, desperate for any sign of life, feeling for a pulse. 

Peter was still, lips tinged blue, his normally rosy-pink cheeks pale.  

Devoid of any life. 

“No, nononono,” Tony moaned, terrified at the absence of a pulse. “No, kiddo! Wake up, come on! Wake up!”

No no no no no

No

This couldn't be happening

It was a nightmare, right? All he had to do was wake up.

“C’mon, Petey, wake up! You need to wake up now, kiddo.” Tony shook him frantically, praying there would be any sign of life, anything.

Oh god, please, please, nononono

Please, no

I need my kid

Tony hunched over his body and began CPR, begging his kid to come back. He could feel Peter’s ribs caving in.

God, he was hurting his kid.

But he’d do anything to bring him back.

He choked on the tears streaming from his eyes, still pumping Peter’s tiny chest. “Please, please, kiddo, come back, I-I can’t-” he sobbed. “I can’t do this without you- please. Please. I can’t.”

Tony forced two breaths into Peter’s lungs. “No, no, nonono,” he wailed. “Peter! Come back to me, please!”

His arms were burning, but he needed his kid, he had to wake him up.

He finished another round of compressions and pinched Peter’s nose, tilting his head back. 

He still wasn’t breathing.

Tony choked and sobbed, still determined to bring his kid back.

The thought that Peter’s heart wasn’t beating was too much to bear.

(He would die without his Peter)

“C’mon, kiddo, c’mon back, please. I need you, Petey, wake up!”

(Any second without his precious kid living and breathing was unthinkable)

Peter had to wake up. Peter couldn't be dead. It wasn’t possible.

~~~~~

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