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the-bau-quinjet · 3 years

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Round 2: Tik Tok

Bucky x reader

Part 2 to Round 1: Fruit Snacks

Summary: You enlist Peter to help you prank Steve, Sam, and Bucky.

Warnings: Language!

Word Count: 1795

a/n: Ahh, part 2! Gotta love tik tok. This entire part was inspired by the first Chris Evans tik tok I linked... I linked all the tik toks I referenced, but the descriptions in the fic have been edited a bit to better fit the scene!

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"Peter!" You called to him from the other end of the hallway as he entered the elevator. "Hold the door!"

He smiled back at you, holding the doors open as you ran down the hallway.

"Perfect. I need your help." You whispered as the doors closed, never knowing if a super soldier could hear you or not. You had an evil glint in your eyes that clearly said you were scheming.

"Oh, okay. What do you need Ms. L/N?" His eyes were wide, never having seen you this devious before.

"Peter. How many times have I told you to just call me Y/N? You make me feel old, and I am not old." You huffed, stalling for time.

"Right, Y/N. Got it. What do you need my help with?" He asked as the elevator doors opened.

You peaked your head, looking both ways before exiting. You gestured for him to follow you, exiting the compound and walking toward the gate where May was picking him up after a date with Happy.

"I need you to play the video on this flash drive at Tony's next party." You said when you reached the end of the driveway, handing him the mentioned flash drive.

"Why?" He took the device, albeit with a bit of hesitation.

"Because, I'm pranking Steve, Sam, and Bucky. They tried to get me the other day and failed miserably. Honestly, just watching them on edge has been great, but it's time for payback." You smirked, knowing the prank wouldn't do any real harm.

"Oh, Mr. Stark told me about that!" His eyes were wide with recognition. "Good job with the fake crying, I would've loved to see it."

"Well, you can help me get them back if you play that on the projector screen at Tony's next party." You nodded toward the flash drive, wanting to confirm the plan.

"What is it?" Peter looked nervous, unsure if he should get involved.

"Don't worry, it's nothing bad. Just a few tik toks I found from fans. Three for each of them." You smirked, already picturing the blushes. This would really get Steve and Bucky more than Sam, but when you came across the first video you couldn't not do it.

"Alright. I'm in!" He smiled, happy to help you. "But, why can't you just play the video?" He questioned, obviously not well versed in the world of pranks.

"Because, if they see me doing anything out of the ordinary at the party, they'll know something's up. I have to act normal, so it's a surprise." You outline the plan, explaining the need for two people.

"Why me?" He asked again, genuinely curious.

"Because, they won't think I'd go to you for help. They think you'll do anything to get them to stop teasing you, so they won't see it coming."

Peter nodded, understanding your logic. "Wow. You've really thought of everything." He smiled as May pulled up.

"I know. It's going to be great." You smirked, turning and running back inside before anyone could see you.

The night of the party, it took everything in you not to wear the world's biggest smirk.

Sam, Bucky, and Steve have been on edge ever since your warning, waiting for you to strike. They were huddled by the bar, appearing deep in conversation.

"Hi boys." You greeted them from behind, causing them to jump at the intrusion.

Sam recovered first, smirking at you. "Y/N. We've got a theory."

You raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to continue.

"You warned us about your next prank, and then planned nothing." You bit your lip, trying to appear deep in thought.

"Interesting theory. What do you have to support it?" You tilted your head to the side, waiting for more of an explanation.

"It's been a week, and you haven't done anything." Steve started, less confident than Sam, but still sounding sure.

"I haven't?" You questioned, enjoying watching them squirm. "You sure?"

Bucky shook his head with a grin. "You're doing it again. Trying to make us paranoid."

Your gave them your sweetest smile, running your hand up and down Bucky's arm. "Whatever you say, dear." You said it with mock reassurance, then walked away grinning.

The three men shared a look, trying not to seem overly paranoid, but failing.

You felt eyes on you for the entire party. There was never a minute at least one of them wasn't watching your every move. You were fairly certain they were even keeping tabs on Wanda and Nat, just to make sure you hadn't enlisted their help.

You chatted with Nat, Wanda, and Pepper, danced for a bit, and ate some food, all while ignoring their stares.

Around 9:30, Peter managed to get the video queued up. All eyes were on the projector screen at the sudden noise.

A tik tok started playing, flashing different images of Steve as the music played.

"Hush hush hush, blush blush blush, you are now my big fat crush."

Steve's face grew redder as the video played, turning into a tomato by the end.

"Love me, and hug me, and touch me. And well, fuck me."

Another video immediately started playing, also featuring pictures of Steve.

The caption read "Let me present to you: Steve Rogers Walking" backed by some sexy music.

"When marimba rhythm starts to play, dance with me, make me sway."

Clips of Steve walking, whether it be in uniform from a news clip or in suits from press events, graced the screen.

He was hiding his head in his hands, too embarrassed to even think you could have done this. He had been watching you all night, you couldn't have set up the video.

Bucky and Sam laughed as a third video started to play.

The on screen text read as follows:

"People: how do you sleep at night? Me:"

A girl fell into her bed, swaddled in a blanket covered in pictures of Steve.

The screen flashed black for a few seconds, making everyone think the impromptu display was over. That is, until a new video began playing.

A heavy bass started thumping as a girl appeared on screen, counting down with her fingers along with the sound.

"3, 2, 1."

Sam appeared on screen, a plethora of his most used interview and press clips being played.

He was enjoying the praise, although slightly embarrassed at the video being played in front of all these people.

Another video began playing, showing Sam acting out different Avengers in a game of charades.

"Oh!" It was highly edited to draw attention to his amusing sound effects.

Finally, a clip from an interview Sam did with Steve and Scott came up.

"The problem isn't the kids, the problem is the parents."

You knew he wouldn't be embarrassed by the same things as Steve, so you chose a few random videos you found to call him out for not always thinking before speaking.

The screen flashed black again, transitioning to videos of Bucky.

A clip that had gone viral from Sam's account was edited with new music, resulting in the crowd hearing Bucky say:

"Suck my dick!" Followed by the song "if you gave me a chance, i would take it."

These videos were really just for you. You watched them so many times while looking for the three best ones.

Although, Bucky's wide eyes and rosy cheeks definitely didn't hurt.

The next video began with Sexy Back by Justin Timberlake.

"Take it to the chorus. Come here girl."

Pictures of Bucky flashed across the projector screen, showing off his physique. You don't know where fans find this pictures, but you loved them for it.

The last video of Bucky was a pov someone made about yours and Bucky's relationship. Although the two of you were flirty, nothing had been discussed.

Maybe that's why you chose this one.

You and Bucky were having a fake conversation that went as follows:

Y/N: "Bucky, I like your last name."

Bucky: "Oh thanks, that's sweet."

Then, in sync with the music in the background:

Y/N: "Can I steal it from you?"

Bucky: "Of course, doll."

Y/N: "What'd he sayyyyy?"

The crowd laughed at that one, knowing how the media and fans speculate about your relationship.

Finally, the screen went dark, no more videos lined up to play.

You made your way over to the guys as everyone resumed their normal party activities.

"What a show guys. Really well done. Don't forget to thank your fans." You slow clapped, enjoying their flustered faces.

"How long were you planning that?" Steve, blush just beginning to fade, questioned you.

"I've had the video made for 6 days. I started planning the second you left for the store." You grinned, enjoying the high of a good, harmless prank.

"We've been watching you all night. How did you manage to queue the video?" Sam questioned, eyes narrowed.

"I had help." You shrugged noncommittally. You wouldn't give up Peter's role in the prank unless he wanted you to.

"From? We had eyes on Nat and Wanda." Bucky questioned further, but you just shook your head.

"I can't reveal my sources." You laughed again at their matching looks of annoyance.

Suddenly, something clicked for Bucky.

"So, you chose all of the videos?" He sounded so curious, you couldn't help but fill him in.

"I did. It didn't take long. The internet is full of videos of the three of you. They were pretty fun to look through." You laughed at a few videos you opted to leave out of the montage.

"What's this about you liking my last name then?" Bucky had a new confidence about him with this question.

Having expected this question at some point, you had already thought of how you would answer.

"Well, the fans want what they want. Maybe we should give it to them." You stepped closer as Sam and Steve awkwardly shuffled away.

"You think so, doll?" Bucky relied, hands moving to your waist.

"I don't see why not." You closed the distance, pressing your lips to his in a moment you had been thinking about for months.

You moved together, pulling each other closer even when you were already chest to chest.

Eventually, the sound of a throat clearing caused you to break apart.

Tony was playfully glaring at the two of you.

"L/N, if you ever use my protégé to pull a stunt like that again, at least include some videos of me." He whined.

You laughed at his statement, having expected him to be annoyed at you interrupting his party.

"Can do Stark."

He walked off as you turned back to Bucky, whose mouth was hung open like a fish.

You gave him a questioning look as he sputtered.

"Parker helped you?!"

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buckybarnesbingo · 3 years

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BBB Flash Week 4 Roundup!

Title: Like an Hourglass Collaborator: Ribbonsflying Card Number: 3 Link: AO3 Square Filled: Memories Ship: Stucky Rating: Mature Major Tags: Past/Referenced Car Accidents, Recovery, Mentions of Alcohol Abuse (other driver) Summary: Steve has a private blog set up where he posts the pictures and makes memos of the things that happened every day. Sometimes it’s an exercise for Bucky too. “What do you want to put on the blog tonight?” Steve asks, just to see what Bucky can remember from the day. Sometimes Bucky can remember significant things from that morning… Other times, Bucky can’t remember much past the previous few hours- unable to recall anything before dinner time or unable to tell Steve what they had for lunch. “I don’t remember,” always on his tongue. (Based on a client we had at the law firm where I used to work.) Word Count: 6331

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Title: Plums Collaborator: BookDragon13 Card Number: 3 Link: Tumblr Square Filled: Bucharest Ship: Bucky/Reader Rating: Gen Major Tags: Fluff, mention of Bucky’s time as the Winter Soldier, mentions of the Great Depression and WW2 Summary: Bucky learns of something he can’t live without Word Count: 320

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Title: Ice to Meet You Collaborator: PoliZ Card Number: 2 Link: AO3 Square Filled: Fluff Ship: WinterIron Rating: Gen Major Tags: Modern No Powers AU, meet-cute fluff Summary: Thanks to a slippery sidewalk, Bucky meets a handsome stranger. Word Count: 411

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Title: Maybe With Steve - Chapter 2 Collaborator: buckybarnesdeservestobehappy Card Number: 3 Link: Tumblr Square Filled: Red Ship: Stucky Rating: Teen Major Tags: Winter Soldier, Memory Loss, Recovery, Captain America: Civil War compliant, Protective Steve Rogers Summary: Bucky Barnes doesn’t understand everything, but he knows he wants to be better. Fighting alongside Steve is what finally gives him the courage to heal. Word Count: 577

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Title: Blue Sapphire, Red Velvet Collaborator: Ribbonsflying Card Number: 3 Link: AO3 Square Filled: Red Ship: Stucky Rating: Gen Major Tags: Injuries, Blood, War (mostly as a background to the story- no battles) Summary: Their countries are at war and have been for generations. Prince Bucky is injured and alone. Enemy Prince Steve finds him. But they have something in common: this is not their war. Word Count: 2722

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Title: FUBAR (Frosted Up Beyond All Recognition) Collaborator: PoliZ Card Number: 2 Link: AO3 Square Filled: FUBAR Ship: WinterHawk Rating: Gen Major Tags: Drabble, fight scene Summary: Clint and Bucky make a desperate last stand. [Fluffier than it sounds] Word Count: 100

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Title: Maybe With Steve - Chapter 3 Collaborator: buckybarnesdeservestobehappy Card Number: 3 Link: AO3 Square Filled: Memories Ship: Stucky Rating: Mature Major Tags: Bucky Barnes Recovering, Memory Loss, Wakanda, Canon Divergent, Shared Bed Summary: Bucky’s awake, but when he sleeps, images assail him. These aren’t childhood memories. These are more intense, more private, and decidedly more erotic. Word Count: 1146

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Title: A Hat Without Magic Collaborator: MagicaDraconia16 Card Number: 5 Link: AO3 Square Filled: Goats Ship: Bucky & Tony & Mad Hatter | Jefferson Rating: Teen Major Tags: Humour, minor angst, canon-typical insanity, alternate universe, multiverse shenanigans, a lot of swearing packed into one paragraph, goats Summary: When the bright flash of light faded, Tony staggered and fell sideways into a literal wall of fabric piles. Word Count: 1184

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Title: Meetings Get Boring. Bring Your Cat. Collaborator: Ribbonsflying Card Number: 3 Link: AO3 Square Filled: Alpine Ship: Steve/Bucky (if you squint), Mostly gen Rating: Gen Major Tags: Work, Pet Sitting, Avengers Support Cat, Bring your pet to work day, Steve/Bucky only if you squint, No Romance, No beta we die like mne Summary: Bucky takes his new cat to work thinking no one will know. Everyone soon knows. - This is featuring young Alpine. Word Count: 813

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Title: Redox-ulous Situation Collaborator: PoliZ Card Number: 2 Link: AO3 Square Filled: Rusted Ship: WinterIron Rating: Gen Major Tags: Drabble, multiverse shenanigans Summary: Tony and Bucky get sent to another dimension that tests their metal. (This is not a typo.) Word Count: 100

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Title: Maybe With Steve - Chapter 4 Collaborator: buckybarnesdeservestobehappy Card Number: 3 Link: AO3 Square Filled: Alpine Ship: Stucky Rating: Gen Major Tags: Bucky Barnes Recovering, Not Canon Compliant, Alpine, Pet Adoption, Protective Bucky Barnes Summary: Since they’ve been back in New York, Steve’s away far too often for Bucky’s taste. He walks the streets to help ease his anxiety. He does it to work through his thoughts until a plaintive cry and an impending rainstorm changes all that. Word Count: 1109

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Title: Portrait of the Artist Collaborator: Ribbonsflying Card Number: 3 Link: AO3 Square Filled: Found Family Ship: Stucky Rating: Gen Major Tags: one mention of vomit? (Not graphic) Summary: Bruce had knelt down to the little girl’s level and made a show of being surprised how much she had healed. Steve pulled out his camera and snapped a picture just in time. “Banner tonight?” Bucky asked, wrapping his arms around Steve’s middle and resting his head on Steve’s shoulder as he peered around at what his boyfriend was working on. “Bruce is so great with kids,” Steve commented as he lifted the print from the water and clipped it up on a wire. - In short: Steve takes pics of all the Avengers doing everyday, non-Avengers stuff and puts them in his hallway as a shrine to his friends. Word Count: 3515

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Title: Winter Soldier Silhouette Collaborator: PoliZ Card Number: 2 Link: Tumblr Square Filled: [image of Winter Soldier in standing sniper position] Ship: none Rating: Gen Major Tags: fancraft Summary: Simplified version of the image square (Winter Soldier in silhouette) in fleece and felt with embroidered accents.

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Title: Maybe With Steve - Chapter 5 Collaborator: buckybarnesdeservestobehappy Card Number: 3 Link: AO3 Square Filled: Found Family Ship: Stucky Rating: Mature Major Tags: Bucky Barnes Recovering, Not Canon Compliant, Found Family, Forgiveness, Celebration Summary: Living in the Avengers Tower can be a little overwhelming, especially when unexpected visits interrupt private moments with Steve. Word Count: 1066

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Title: Avenger: An Inside Journal - Chapter 7: Getting in Trouble Collaborator: Caiti Card Number: 3 Link: Tumblr Square Filled: Found Family Ship: James Barnes/Natasha Romanoff/Clint Barton/Darcy Lewis Rating: Teen Major Tags: Journal/Diary style Summary: Darcy muses on getting herself into trouble. Word Count: 561

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Title: The Burden of Bucharest Collaborator: Ribbonsflying Card Number: 3 Link: AO3 Square Filled: Bucharest Ship: Stucky Rating: Gen Major Tags: Snipers, Bucky Barnes in Bucharest, Memories, Snacks & Snack Food Summary: Steve was quiet a long time, just listening. Bucharest didn’t sound like New York. Sure, there was the sound of cars and dogs and music and various machinery, but it was still somehow distinctly different. “Why did you choose here?” Steve asked. “For the mission? It’s where we thought was best to-“ “For yourself,” Steve interrupted. “When I found you here.” - Conversation between Steve and Bucky on a cold rooftop one night in Bucharest. Word Count: 1835

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Title: Unexpected Alliances Collaborator: Poliz Card Number: 2 Link: AO3 Square Filled: Silver Ship: Stucky Rating: Teen Major Tags: Fantasy AU, enemies to friends (lovers?), referenced/implied torture Summary: Buckthorn’s refusal to use his fae magic to support his captor’s cause has left him battered and broken; when he is given a shifter as his cellmate, they become unexpected allies. Word Count: 882

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Title: I'll Be Around For You Collaborator: IndigoNight Card Number: 5 Link: AO3 Square Filled: picture prompt Ship: WinterHawk Rating: Gen Major Tags: Deaf Clint Barton, Kidfic, Family Feels Summary: Bucky can’t breathe. He reaches out and grabs Clint’s shoulder, fingers digging in almost tight enough to bruise; as though he’s entirely lost control of his body, he catches himself shaking Clint. “I cannot lose Steve’s kid!” he says, only dimly aware that he’s shouting. Word Count: 2783

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Title: Bucharest Collaborator: Caiti Card Number: 3 Link: Tumblr Square Filled: Bucharest Ship: Natasha/Clint/Darcy with future implication of James/Natasha/Clint/Darcy Rating: Teen Major Tags: Alternate Universe - No Powers Summary: Bucky's inspiration has dried up and his artist's soul needs something to revive it. Enter three Americans on Spring Break. One look at them and he thinks they could keep him fueled for years. Word Count: 1112

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Title: graphic Collaborator: LBibliophile Card Number: 8 Link: Tumblr Square Filled: AU Ship: Winter Soldier & Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers Rating: Gen Major Tags: back from the dead, but not really, identity theft, delusion, AU Summary: Winter Soldier is not and never has been Bucky Barnes, but Steve is so desperate to have his friend back that he thinks he is. And the Soldier looks at how Steve reacts to 'Bucky' and wants that, so plays along.

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Title: Atlantean Dreams Collaborator: Caiti Card Number: 3 Link: Tumblr Square Filled: Red Ship: James Barnes/Darcy Lewis Rating: Teen Major Tags: Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Mood boards, Headcanon Summary: Prince James of Atlantis and Pirate Queen Darcy Lewis have a stormy path to their shared destiny. Word Count: 250

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Title: Baking in Bucharest with Codruţa Collaborator: rebelmeg Card Number: 3 Link: AO3 Square Filled: Bucharest Ship: Bucky & Cranky old lady OFC Rating: Gen Major Tags: Bucky makes a friend, fluff, baking Summary: While James is trying to figure himself out in Bucharest, he makes an unlikely friend. Word Count: 900

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Title: Kiss With A Fist Collaborator: IndigoNight Card Number: 5 Link: AO3 Square Filled: Azzano Ship: Stucky Rating: Explicit Major Tags: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Spanking, PTSD, Cathartic Crying, Anal Sex, Established Relationship, Porn with Feelings, Mild D/s Summary: “Undress,” Steve orders, resting his back against the door for just a second while he braces himself for what he’s about to do. He’s only done something like this a few times before; usually it was Bucky pulling him back into line and draining the pent up rage out of him after yet another back alley fist fight. But now Bucky needs him, and he’s damn well going to do whatever Bucky needs. ***** In the aftermath of Azzano, Bucky is drowning in the pent up rage and fear that he can't let go of. Fortunately, Steve is there to help. Word Count: 5142

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Title: Small Treasures Collaborator: rebelmeg Card Number: 3 Link: AO3 Square Filled: Found Family Ship: Bucky & Avengers Rating: Gen Major Tags: people like sticking things to Bucky's arm, fluff and humor, found family Summary: Bucky finds a new magnet on his arm and adds it to his box of little treasures. Word Count: 1030

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Title: Red Collaborator: BookDragon13 Card Number: 3 Link: Tumblr Square Filled: Red Ship: Bucky/Reader Rating: Gen Major Tags: angst Summary: The Soldier remembers someone from his past Word Count: 100

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Title: Gold Collaborator: Sagana Rojana Olt Card Number: 6 Link: Tumblr Square Filled: Gold Ship: WinterIron Rating: Gen Major Tags: Marriage, gold things Summary: Moodboard

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Title: Avenger: An Inside Journal - Chapter 8: The Morning After Collaborator: Caiti Card Number: 3 Link: Tumblr Square Filled: Memories Ship: James Barnes/Natasha Romanoff/Clint Barton/Darcy Lewis Rating: Teen Major Tags: Diary/journal style, Mood board, Alternate Universe - No Powers Summary: Darcy's finally accepted her place in the quartet. Word Count: 532

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Title: Protector Collaborator: Sagana Rojana Olt Card Number: 6 Link: Tumblr Square Filled: Recovery Ship: WinterIron Rating: Teen Major Tags: Serious injury, coma, recovery Summary: Moodboard

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Title: We Could Happen Collaborator: ralsbecket Card Number: 1 Link: AO3 Square Filled: Image: Sergeant Barnes Ship: Bucky Barnes/Pearl Pangan Rating: Gen Major Tags: Stark Expo 1943, Filipino Character, Military Uniforms, Flirting Summary: Bonnie drags Pearl on a double-date with Steve and his ladies-man best friend, Bucky. Word Count: 699

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Title: Small steps Collaborator: Sagana Rojana Olt Card Number: 6 Link: Tumblr Square Filled: Enemies to Friends/Lovers Ship: WinterIron Rating: Gen Major Tags: Developing relationship, soft things, cuddles Summary: Moodboard

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Title: Plums and Strawberries Collaborator: Sagana Rojana Olt Card Number: 6 Link: Tumblr Square Filled: Plums Ship: pre-WinterIron Rating: Gen Major Tags: Desserts, developing relationship

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Title: Small Differences Collaborator: Sagana Rojana Olt Card Number: 6 Link: Tumblr Square Filled: Siberia Ship: pre-WinterIron Rating: Gen Major Tags: Major Civil War compliant (the fight didn't progress into Bucky losing his arm)

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Title: Got Your Goat Collaborator: IndigoNight Card Number: 5 Link: AO3 Square Filled: Goats Ship: WinterHawk Rating: Gen Major Tags: Goats, Idiots in Love, Getting Together, Fluff Summary: Barnes shifts and at first Clint thinks it’s impatience but he squints and studies Barnes a little closer and it’s… awkwardness? Uncertainty? “Steve said you grew up on a farm,” Barnes elaborates, like that isn’t a non sequitur completely out of left field. “Um… sort of?” Barnes nods decisively. “I need your help.” He turns around and starts walking, adding over his shoulder, “come.” Clint blinks blankly at the Winter Soldier’s retreating back for a long moment. Then, as per usual, his curiosity wins out over his sense of self preservation and he starts trotting down the sidewalk after Barnes. “Where are we going?” Word Count: 3703

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Title: Journals Collaborator: BookDragon13 Card Number: 3 Link: Tumblr Square Filled: Memories Ship: none Rating: Gen Major Tags: Fluff-ish Summary: Snippets of Bucky’s journals Word Count: 100

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Title: Fear That You Can't Reverse Collaborator: ralsbecket Card Number: 1 Link: AO3 Square Filled: Scars Ship: WinterHawk Rating: Teen Major Tags: Mentions of past mind control, nightmares, referenced PTSD Summary: Bucky considered Clint quietly, unafraid to look him directly in the eyes. There was a vulnerability in them that he’d never really seen before, an openness that he wanted to fall into. Word Count: 922

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Title: Avengers Family Collaborator: BookDragon13 Card Number: 3 Link: AO3 Square Filled: Found Family Ship: Platonic Bucky and the Avengers Rating: Gen Major Tags: fluff Summary: Bucky finds a new family in the Avengers Word Count: 100

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Title: All that Glitters Collaborator: LBibliophile Card Number: 8 Link: Tumblr Square Filled: Daybreak Ship: WinterIron Rating: Gen Major Tags: Moodboard, Drabble, Mornings... Summary: Tony hates mornings. But with a view like this, maybe he could learn to like them. Word Count: 100

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imagine-loki · 4 years

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Atlas: Space, Sun

TITLE: Atlas: Space

CHAPTER NO./ONE-SHOT: 1/12

AUTHOR: fanfictrashdump

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine narrating episodes of Loki’s life with the Avengers based on the songs from Sleeping At Last’s “Atlas: Space” album.

RATING: T-M

NOTES/WARNINGS: Welcome to my Sleeping At Last’s Atlas: Space challenge, aka Another writing project I do not have time for, but my brain insisted on doing.

This series will be less like a multichapter fic and more of a one-shot compendium, but that they all interconnect in one way or another. It will revolve around Loki and Becca’s relationship (Taking Turns, Glow, Helmet Heists–don’t worry, more Loki-Charlie stuff will be along) and I will use those one-shots as reference to the timeline. Each chapter will be one song, used as inspiration for the story.

As far as warnings go, some language, terrible writing, and just general awkwardness because I love it. Warnings will be chapter by chapter basis.

Chapter 1: Sun

Summary: Tony begs Rebecca to come with the team on mission and Loki is a surprisingly thoughtful mission companion.

“For the sake of all of us, I need you to suit up.”

That was the climax of her morning, she would say. Or, at least, the turning point of her day… her life… and the reason why she, a weapons development technician with bare minimum battle training ended up, smack dab in the middle of a firefight.

With golden string

Our universe was clothed in light

Pulling at the seams

Our once barren world now brims with life

It was a morning same as any other. The weapons lab was calm and quiet, save for the white noise hum of robots moving and instrumentation chugging along without supervision. Crisp, white sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, negating the need for any of the harsh fluorescents overhead to be turned on. This was how she had fallen in love with the lab–in the early hours before anyone turned on the tinting of the windows and blasted Black Sabbath for no reason other than to drown their own thoughts. Essentially, any time before Tony started his insane experiments was wonderful and full of meditative peace.

Despite the fact that it was only seven in the morning, Rebecca Brun had already put in four hours of work. One of the side-effects of working in Stark industries was that she often forgot what hours normal people usually kept. A lot of missions were at night, and she needed to be awake to outfit the team before it was time for wheel’s up on the Quinjet. More recently, her shift in schedule was mostly attributed to Loki’s inability to maintain normal hours, as well. And he dared say he had nothing in common with Tony. You know, besides the fact that the two of them had somehow roped her into friendship (though in Loki’s case, she would admit it was her fault).

Her zen moment of peace was about to be shattered as she watched her boss stride into the lab. Tony looked pensive, which was never a good sign. Their conversation had been a blur–something about needing a technician on hand to sustain any on-field repairs and how that would ensure that they could bring everyone home alive. Another comment about her being the very best, second only to himself. More importantly, there was the voice in her head that spoke of purpose. She always knew her work made a difference, but she would have never dreamed that she could make a difference. She could be a hero in her own right. She could keep them safe.

“Fine. I’m in.”

–

I guess space and time

takes violent things, angry things

and makes them kind.

Loki watched from the shadows as Stark rounded up everyone who was to go on mission that day. There were nearly two dozen, in total, between heroes and agents. And Becca. Who was shaking like a leaf in her tactical gear, matching the rest of the crew. The gear suited her, he thought wryly, gaze skimming the curves of her hips and thighs as she shifted her weight from one leg to another. He then felt a little disappointed in himself, scolding his primitive thoughts when his friend was in clear distress. He hated admitting it, but he was fond of the mortal. She was clever, quiet, and quick-witted–all things he… liked? Admired? Suffice to say, he didn’t wish her dead.

He moved like death, silent and furtive, until he sidled up to her. She didn’t seem surprised when she glanced up and gave him a smile that looked a little closer to a wince. He returned a small one of his own before fidgeting with his armor. Becca made a noise like a whine and with a chuckle, he placed his hand on her shoulder and gave a quick squeeze. He meant to reassure her, but his brain also whispered guiltily that it was giving him an excuse for contact. They were firmly just friends, but every now and then the baser part of his brain longed for a lingering touch or, heavens forbid, a hug.

“We are the dust of dust”

“We are the apple of God’s eye”

“We are infinite as the Universe we hold inside”

“Folks, listen,” Stark started, standing on a box of ammunition to look over the crowd. “This is the big one and I’m sure that your team leaders have driven home the importance of getting in, doing our job, and getting out. I know that for some of you, this is your first mission. Others don’t even want to be here. I appreciate all of you coming aboard, anyway. Because, whether we like it or not, we are the only thing between the world and those who intend to destroy it. You’re all heroes. Let’s go show them who they’re dealing with.”

Becca squeezed her eyes shut, trying to quell the feeling of nausea rising through her. They had gotten into the jet and were flying to some undisclosed location where bullets were already flying, courtesy of the advanced guard. She had fitted everyone in their armor and left instructions on how and when to double back for assistance. One of the agents had then offered her the handle of a gun and more than a handful of cartridges of bullets before exiting the Quinjet and into a very noisy battlefield. It was then that she realized she would be on her own from there on out. That didn’t sit in her stomach very well, either.

“Hey.” Becca looked up rather anxiously. Loki was stood in full armor, golden horns and all. He looked just south of fidgety and was eager to jump into the fray. The only reason he deigned to stop and check in was the annoying sinking feeling he got when he noticed her take the clip out of her gun and count bullets for a sixth time in as many minutes. “Well, you’ve taken to battle rather well,” he teased, nudging her foot with his.

“Shut it or I’ll throw up on you,” she groused, and the green tinge in her complexion assured him of the truth behind her words.

He laughed boisterously, though there seemed to be no malice in his actions. “Midgardians, scared of a little fight. Precious, really.”

“What part of I’ll throw up on you did you not understand?” Her voice sounded rough, as if she really was fighting the bile from rising up her throat.

“You’re going to be fine.” Loki laughed again, a little less effusively. For a second he hesitated in his movement, before his resolve steeled, reaching up and tugging on a golden horn to slide the helmet from his head. “If I remember correctly, you’re well-acquainted with these. How about you keep them until I circle back, hmm?” They were placed on her head before she had even had time to argue, feeling snug and secure. Long fingers felt cool against her flushed skin as he lifted her chin to look at him. “There. Fit to be a shield maiden.” The heat in her cheeks only intensified. “Stay in the jet. And if you need to barricade the doors, regardless of what side of them we happen to be on, do it.” He stared her down until she nodded.

Before he disappeared out the hold doors, he turned his head and winked at her over his shoulder. Oddly enough, it settled her stomach to see his cocky confidence.

The one thing Becca was not prepared for, ironically, was the wait.

The jet had been empty for several hours and only Bucky had come to get some gravel out of the hydraulic gaps of his metal arm. The rest of the time, she spied outside the one-way glass at the battle ahead. It was a terrible hobby to have when you knew half of the players, but it was like watching a train wreck. You know you shouldn’t watch, but…

A flash of red caught her eye, at once. Peter had just been flung aside by some Hydra agent in a bulky exosuit. In a flash of green, Loki cut in and deliver a blow to protect the kid. Loki would never admit it aloud, but he had a soft spot for the teenager–partly because he was a child, mostly because he would bring Loki chocolate chip cookies every time he went to see him. Regardless of the reason, the maneuver had ended with Loki becoming the new favorite target of all the Hydra personnel around the pair.

She shouldn’t have watched the fight.

And she certainly shouldn’t have opened the hold doors and run straight into its center.

Becca had the advantage that she was swift on her feet from years of track and field. She could outrun nearly everyone, except for Steve and sometimes Bucky. And being a hurdler, she could clear obstacles in her path as easily as breathing. Instantly, the sound of gunfire made her regret leaving her safe, warm little workstation on the jet. It certainly was a bad place to contemplate her mortality, and a stranger place still to pray for the very first time.

Let there be light, let there be light, let me be alright.

With shaky hands, she lifted her pistol and took aim. Tony made everyone take basic gun training and get certified at the gun range–this wasn’t a new experience for her. Having buildings shudder and rumble, screams fill the air, and explosions happen less than thirty meters off–that was a new experience. And it made it a hell of a lot harder to aim at areas that were not covered by a bulletproof vest or part of her friend.

Loki started as the body trying to wrestle him down shuddered and slumped to the floor. He turned round in a neat circle and glared. “I told you to stay in the jet!”

“Yeah, well, you should’ve circled back earlier, then!” She screamed back, flinching her eyes closed with every thundering bullet leaving her gun.

“Tell me you’re not closing your eyes every time you shoot!” He had closed the distance between them and had joined his back to hers.

“Fine. I won’t tell you.”

“You could’ve shot me in the head!”

“You should have taken your damn helmet, then!” Her voice was near a shriek, another three bullets ringing through the air before she realized she had to change the clip.

Except she forgot them.

On the jet.

Did she mention she had no real battle experience?

“Loki,” her voice trembled, barely audible over the scuffle even to her own ears, “do you have bullets on you?”

He snorted. “Do I look like I have a gun, Rebecca?” He glanced over his shoulder at her and did a double-take before the information clicked. “You didn’t. Tell me you didn’t!” She didn’t answer, instead drawing a knife sheathed in a strap on her thigh and holding it in front of her. It shuddered in time with the tremors in her hand. She couldn’t stay here and she couldn’t make it back on her own. And for some reason, after over a millenium, his conscience decided this was the day to make an appearance. “Oh, for fuck’s sake!” He growled. “If I die getting you back to safety, I’m going to be so damn cross!”

Before she could offer a retort, he grabbed the back of her suit, pulling her away from incoming threats. Every now and again, they’d stop, fight hand to hand, or rather, Loki fought while constantly pushing her behind him. Becca felt like a ragdoll, though she never thought she was being flung carelessly or without any sort of poise. It was a carefully calculated and perfectly executed dance of which she was a participant with no say on the steps.

The Quinjet doors were just a few meters away. They were almost there. Another three Hydra agents had closed in on them, trying to cut off their escape. The next minute was hazy in her mind. She could remember, as clearly as if she were seeing it right then, as a gun barrel aimed for her head and the rumble of gunpowder deafened her a second later. And then there was darkness.

With golden string

Our universe was brought to life

That we may fall in love

Every time we open up our eyes

“Becca.” The voice was soft, as were the thumbs brushing her cheekbones, though the pounding in her head was certainly not. She blinked her eyes open to find two blue orbs of concern watching her. “Oh, thank the gods. You’re alright.”

“My head is killing me.” She winced at the echo of her own voice.

“Yeah. A bullet to the skull will do that,” he said, smirking. He had yet to let her head go.

They were on the floor of the jet, and he was on his knees. Beside him, his horns sat with a splotch of blood marring the very edge of the face opening and the metal bent slightly out of shape.

“You’re lucky I left you my helm. Not so much for the man who shot you. The ricochet was nasty.”

“The ricochet killed him?” She frowned, trying to think of the physics that would make such a thing possible.

“No, I killed him. The ricochet left him blind in the left eye, though,” he retorted matter-of-factly, smiling. He finally let go and sat back on his heels, his fingers came away red, but a cursory check with her own showed the blood was not hers. The thought did not reassure her. “I should go back, keep the Spiderboy out of trouble.” He stood and cracked his neck, squaring his shoulders to prepare himself for more gore. “Are you OK?”

She nodded. “I’m OK. I’ll just stay put.”

He snorted. “I doubt that. At least I already stuffed all the bullets I could find into your pockets. Don’t need a repeat of this fiasco.” He stepped lightly to the hold doors, as he had done earlier. This time, he turned around completely, walking backwards out of the open doors. “Maybe keep the helmet on, for now, and try not to get shot in the head again."

For a long moment she looked between the cushioned seats and the hold doors, deciding the best course of action–back to her work table, safe, or…

Just beyond the doors, Loki sunk a dagger into the stomach of a HYDRA agent and kicked them back. As if sensing her gaze, he glanced back at jet and smirked, turning away only to dodge a punch. Becca took a swig of water, grabbed her gun, and ran back into the fire just as the horns settled onto her skull. Loki gave her a knowing smile before pressing his back to hers and finishing their mission.

CHAPTER NO./ONE-SHOT: 1/12

AUTHOR: fanfictrashdump

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine narrating episodes of Loki’s life with the Avengers based on the songs from Sleeping At Last’s “Atlas: Space” album. https://imagine-loki.tumblr.com/post/623647803992899584/imagine-narrating-episodes-of-lokis-life-with-the

RATING: T-M

NOTES/WARNINGS: Welcome to my Sleeping At Last’s Atlas: Space challenge, aka Another writing project I do not have time for but my brain insists.

As far as warnings go, some language, terrible writing, and just general awkwardness because I love it. Warnings will be chapter by chapter basis.

Chapter 1: Sun

Summary: Tony begs Rebecca to come with the team on mission and Loki is a surprisingly thoughtful mission companion.

"For the sake of all of us, I need you to suit up.”

With golden string

Our universe was clothed in light

Pulling at the seams

Our once barren world now brims with life

“Fine. I’m in.”

–

I guess space and time

takes violent things, angry things

and makes them kind.

“We are the dust of dust”

“We are the apple of God’s eye”

“We are infinite as the Universe we hold inside”

“Folks, listen,” Stark started, standing on a box of ammunition to look over the crowd. “This is the big one and I’m sure that your team leaders have driven home the importance of getting in, doing our job, and getting out. I know that for some of you, this is your first mission. Others don’t even want to be here. I appreciate all of you coming aboard. Because, whether we like it or not, we are the only thing between the world and those who intend to destroy it. Let’s go show them who they’re dealing with.”

Becca squeezed her eyes shut, trying to quell the feeling of nausea rising through her. They had gotten into the jet and were flying to some undisclosed location. She had fitted everyone in their armor and left instructions on how and when to double back for assistance. One of the agents had then offered her the handle of a gun and more than a handful of cartridges of bullets before exiting the Quinjet and into a very noisy battlefield. It was then that she realized she would be on her own from there on out.

“Hey.” Becca looked up rather anxiously. Loki was stood in full armor, golden horns and all. He looked just south of fidgety and was eager to jump into the fray. Still, he made it a point to stop and check in when he noticed her take the clip out of her gun and count bullets for a sixth time. “Well, you’ve taken to battle rather well,” he teased, nudging her foot with his.

“Shut it or I’ll throw up on you,” she groused, and the green tinge in her complexion assured him of the truth behind her words.

He laughed boisterously, though there seemed to be no malice in his actions. “Midgardians, scared of a little fight. Precious, really.”

“What part of I’ll throw up on you did you not understand?” Her voice sounded rough, as if she really was fighting the bile from rising up her throat.

“You’re going to be fine.” Loki laughed again, a little less effusively. For a second he hesitated in his movement, before his resolve steeled, reaching up and tugging on a golden horn to slide the helmet from his head. “If I remember correctly, you’re well-acquainted with these. How about you keep them until I circle back, hmm?” They were placed on her head before she had even had time to argue, feeling snug and secure. Long fingers felt cool against her flushed skin as he lifted her chin to look at him. “There. Fit to battle the enemy.” The heat in her cheeks only intensified. “Stay in the jet. And if you need to barricade the doors, regardless of what side of them we happen to be on, do it.” He stared her down until she nodded.

Before he disappeared out the hold doors, he turned his head and winked at her over his shoulder. Oddly enough, it settled her stomach to see his cocky confidence.

The one thing Becca was not prepared for, ironically, was the wait. The jet had been empty for several hours and only Bucky had come to get some gravel out of the hydraulic gaps of his metal arm. The rest of the time, she spied outside the one-way glass at the battle ahead. It was a terrible hobby to have when you knew half of the players, but it was like watching a train wreck. You know you shouldn’t watch, but…

A flash of red caught her eye, at once. Peter had just been flung aside by some Hydra agent in a bulky exosuit. In a flash of green, Loki cut in and deliver a blow to protect the kid. Loki would never admit it aloud, but he had a soft spot for the teenager–partly because he was a child, mostly because he would bring Loki chocolate chip cookies every time he went to see him. Regardless of the reason, the maneuver had ended with Loki becoming a favorite target of all the Hydra personnel around the pair.

Loki yelled something she couldn’t make out, and Peter began to climb upwards to get a better (and safer) vantage point. More agents converged on the Asgardian and Becca found herself chanting no’s under her breath. This was a bad idea. She shouldn’t have watched the fight. And she certainly shouldn’t have opened the hold doors and run straight into its center.

Let there be light, let there be light, let me be alright.

With shaky hands, she lifted her pistol and took aim. Tony made everyone take basic gun training and get certified at the gun range. This wasn’t a new experience for her. Having buildings shudder and rumble, screams fill the air, and explosions happen less than thirty meters off–that was a new experience. And it made it a hell of a lot harder to aim at areas that were not covered by a bulletproof vest or part of her friend.

Loki started as the body trying to wrestle him down shuddered and slumped to the floor. He turned round in a neat circle and glared. “I told you to stay in the jet!”

“Yeah, well, you should’ve circled back earlier, then!” She screamed back, flinching her eyes closed with every thundering bullet leaving her gun.

“Tell me you’re not closing your eyes every time you shoot!” He had closed the distance between them and had joined his back to hers.

“Fine. I won’t tell you.”

“You could’ve shot me in the head!”

“You should have taken your damn helmet, then!” Her voice was near a shriek, another three bullets ringing through the air before she realized she had to change the clip.

Except she forgot them.

On the jet.

Did she mention she had no real battle experience?

“Loki,” her voice trembled, barely audible over the scuffle even to her own ears, “do you have bullets on you?”

He snorted. “Do I look like I have a gun, Rebecca?” He glanced over his shoulder at her and did a double-take before the information clicked. “You didn’t. Tell me you didn’t!” She didn’t answer, instead drawing a knife sheathed in a strap on her thigh and holding it in front of her. It shuddered in time with the tremors in her hand. She couldn’t stay here and she couldn’t make it back on her own. “Oh, for fuck’s sake!” He growled. “If I die getting you back to safety, I’m going to be so damn cross!”

With golden string

Our universe was brought to life

That we may fall in love

Every time we open up our eyes

“My head is killing me.”

“Yeah. A bullet to the skull will do that,” he said, smirking. He had yet to let her head go.

They were on the floor of the jet, and he was on his knees. Beside him, his horns sat with a splotch of blood marring the very edge of the face opening and the metal bent slightly out of shape.

“You’re lucky I left you my helm. Not so much for the man who shot you. The ricochet was nasty.”

“The ricochet killed him?” She frowned, trying to think of the physics that would make such a thing possible.

She nodded. “I’m OK. I’ll just stay put.”

For a long moment she looked between the cushioned seats and the hold doors, deciding the best course of action–back to her table, safe, or… Just beyond the doors, Loki sunk a dagger into the stomach of a HYDRA agent and kicked them back. As if sensing her gaze, he glanced back at jet and smirked, turning away only to dodge a punch. Becca took a swig of water, grabbed her gun, and ran back into the fire just as the horns settled onto her skull.

#Loki #Others #Submitted fic #submission #atlas space #Fanfictrashdump #sun #chapter 1

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steves-on-a-plane · 4 years

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Wish You Were Here

Words: 1928 Pairing: None Cast of Characters: Peter Parker and Reader Timeline: Post Endgame Summary: Reader is Tony Stark’s older daughter who was twenty five when she was snapped away along with Peter Parker and the others. After her father’s death she decides to “hack” into archived security footage just to hear her father’s voice again. *This isn’t really a song fic, but some of the mood for this fic was inspired by Wish You Were Here by Pink Floyd.

The room was somehow too hot and too cold at the same time. You were wearing a pullover hoodie, but you were also sitting under an air conditioner. The mix of temperatures gave you a nauseous feeling down to your stomach. That was the beauty, you supposed, of the not quite climate-controlled server room in the back of your family cabin. Though the term family was being used loosely here as your entire family had never all been at the cabin together.

You were sat on the floor with your laptop in front of you. It had taken you weeks to manage, but you’d finally figured out a way to access the archived security footage from the old Avengers’ Tower in New York and the old Avengers’ Compound in D.C. It had been a lot of work, even if your dad had never been good a coming up with secure passwords. But it was all worth it just to hear his voice again. You scrolled through the archive files looking for the oldest.

A crack of light flooded the room as someone opened the door to the server room. You had the sudden urge to hiss at the newcomer like a cartoon villain but decided against it in the last second. Everyone was already worried enough about you. Instead, you posed one hand on your laptop screen ready to slam the cover shut. You didn’t want anyone to know what you were doing. You looked up at the door to see Peter Parker standing there with a beanbag, a pillow and a blanket.

“[Y/N]?” He was justifiably surprised to see you there. “What are you doing?” He squinted into the dimly lit server room.

“I could ask you the same question, Parker.” You quipped.

“Right I, ahhh…” He stopped talking and looked around worriedly. “If I tell you will you promise not to tell anyone?”

“Yeah, I guess.” You sighed.

“Okay.” Peter stepped inside the server room and shut the door. “Sometimes when I have a hard time sleeping, I like to come in here. Something about the dim lighting, the hum of the servers, and the weird too hot-too cold…” He shrugged.

“I get it.” You nodded, closing your laptop. “Let me pack up and get out of your way.”

“Wait a minute, [Y/N]. What were you doing in here?” He asked.

“Nothing.” You lied trying to walk past him.

“[Y/N], C’mon. I thought we were friends.” Peter frowned.

“It’s not about you, Peter.” You sighed. “It’s…” You stepped closer to him so that you were glaring eye to eye with Peter. “If you tell anyone what I’m doing in here, I’ll kill you.”

“Oh. Uh…Okay.” Peter nodded. He’d never admit it but he was a little afraid of you.

“Okay. Put your beanbag down, Parker.” You pointed to the floor and Peter dropped it immediately. You sat back on the floor and invited him to join you. Peter flopped down onto the beanbag and waited. You took a calming breath to ease your nerves and opened your laptop. You then explained to Peter exactly why you’d been hiding in the server room.

“Oh, I should just leave you alone.” He scrabbled to his feet and frantically grabbed his pillow and beanbag.

“Sit down, Parker.” You groaned. You didn’t want to share your secret with anyone, but if you had to share you supposed you could with him. “He was yours too.”

Peter tossed his beanbag bag on the floor and sat down. You joined him, wrapping the blanket he’d brought around the two of you. You settled your laptop between you and made sure the computer was still plugged. Scrolling through the footage archive, you found the oldest dated folder. You opened the folder and selected a file labeled living room.

“There was no furniture brought in yet, but we sat on the floor and ate pizza together the night they installed the security cameras.” You explained. After a little fast forwarding you found the moment you were talking about.

You and your dad sat on the floor with a moving box in the middle of you. A soggy cardboard pizza box was balanced on top of the box. Your dad held out a slice of pizza to you. You pressed play and his voice was the first thing you heard.

“[Y/N], you have to eat some of this. I can’t eat three whole pizzas by myself.” Your father continued to push the slice towards you.

“How can you expect me to eat?” You sighed. “This place is huge! And kind of creepy.” Still you took the slice out of his hand, knowing he wasn’t going to stop shoving it in your face until you did.

“Creepy?” He feigned offense. “How could you find our new home creepy?” Tony stopped and looked around. The penthouse apartment of the Avengers Tower had eleven-foot ceilings. The living room’s east wall was largely made of glass, which gave a great view during the day, but at night he had to admit the city lights down below cast an eerie glow and for a new building the tower seemed to creek and hiss a lot. “Alright,” He conceded. “The place is a little creepy. But your Aunt Pep designed it, so, blame her.”

“Aunt Pep?” The real-life Peter Parker repeated with surprise. You’d been so drawn into the memory and of hearing your father’s voice again, you’d almost forgotten that he was seated beside you. Tears were already welling in your eyes, but you laughed at Peter.

“He’s talking about Pepper. This was before he was ready to admit that he was in love with her, but she’d been around my whole life. So she was always Aunt Pep to me.” You explained. “I had forgotten that I used to be creeped out by the old tower. Then again, I was seventeen. I was change in general back then creeped me out. Hey, you want to see if I can find the first time he told me about you? He was so excited…”

“You know, [Y/N],” Peter tried to choose his next words carefully as he watched you skim through years of security footage. “I really appreciate you sharing this with me, but I bet Morgan and Pepper would like to hear Mr. Stark’s voice again too.” You stopped scrolling and looked over at him.

“You promised not to tell anyone.” You reminded him very seriously.

“I-I know.” He stammered under your very Tony Stark-like gaze. “A-and I won’t I promise! I just think, when you’re ready, maybe we could put together some clips or something to show them?”

“Maybe.” You replied, not sounding sure. “Listen, I know that in the end he married Pepper and I know Morgan’s technically my sister, but I wasn’t here for any of that. I didn’t get to go to his wedding. I didn’t watch her grow up. I didn’t get to spend the last five years living here in this cabin away from everything else. Away from the Avengers and the Stark legacy and his high expectations. I wasn’t part of his perfect little family. Before the snap, our family was just me and him. And when he was still alive, I could handle sharing him with you or with Aunt Pep because I always knew that at the end of the day, I was his number one. It’s selfish to say aloud I know, but now that he’s not here, where do I stand in all of this?” The tears you’d been holding back finally came pouring out as you confessed your inner most thoughts to him.“You know? It’s like the last five years he had everything he wanted. The love of his life and this perfect little genius kid, who’s way smarter than I was at her age. And-and-I was gone and they, he, just moved on without me.”

“Oh, [Y/N], no!” Peter pulled you into a hug. “You know Mr. Stark never forgot about us. I’ll prove it.” Peter let go of you to fumble for something in his pockets. “I’ve kind of been carrying this around ever since Morgan gave it to me, but maybe you should have it.” Peter pulled out a piece of yellow construction paper and handed it to you.

You unfolded the piece of paper and saw a serious of stick figures lined up together. On one side of the paper were three stick figures. The first was colored in the crayon equivalents of hot rod red and gold, it was labeled Daddy. The second had an orange ponytail and she was labeled Mommy. The third was drawn slightly smaller and had a crown on her head, she was labeled Princess Morgan (Me). There were a series of blue squiggly lines cutting vertically through the page separating the left and the right. On the right side of the paper there were only two stick figures. One had been colored in blue and red with spikey brown hair, it had been marked Petey. The other had been colored with your hair color, also in a ponytail. Your stick figure had a crown just like Morgan’s and she’d been marked Princess [Y/N].

“Turn it over.” Peter suggested. You did and found a note written by your father on the back.

“I knew it was only a matter of time, but Morgan finally asked about the photos around the house. She pointed to [Y/N]’s High School graduation photo and asked who it was. (By the way, [Y/N] I know if you were here right now, you’d be furious about that picture hanging right in the kitchen for anyone to see. I remember how much you hated having braces at that age, but I had to put it up because it reminds me of how right before Pepper took that photo you squeezed me so tight I almost couldn’t breathe.)

Anyway, I had to tell Morgan everything. I’m not sure she understood it all. Hell, I don’t understand it all myself. But the hardest part wasn’t talking about Peter and [Y/N], because I know that neither of them would ever want me to stop talking about them. They’d never want to feel like I’d forgotten them, even just for a second. No, the hardest part was when Morgan asked, “Daddy, where are Petey and [Y/N] now?” and I had to tell her “I don’t know, Baby.” Because I don’t. For all I know the two of you could be standing over my shoulder right now reading this letter. There’s no science to support it, but hey, who’s to say that snap didn’t just turn all of you invisible?

Morgan got real quiet after that and told me she was going to color. I was worried I’d traumatized her at three years old. (That’d be a new record for me.) She came back a little while later with this. She said, “I don’t know where [Y/N] and Petey are either and when we find them, we can take a new picture of us all together. But for now, we’ll have this to hang up instead.”

“Thank you, Peter.” You put the drawing down so that your tears wouldn’t smudge it. “I really needed that.” You blinked hard trying to stop your tears. “Ah, there’s a lot of footage here. Will you help me look through it and see what we can find to show Morgan and Pepper?”

“Are you sure?” Peter asked.

“He never let them forget about us.” You told him. “We need to do the same for him.”

#Tony Stark FF #Tony Stark Fan Fic #Tony Stark Fan Fiction #Peter Parker FF #Peter Parker Fan Fic #Peter Parker Fan Fiction #Avengers Endgame #Post Endgame #Avengers Endgame Spoilers

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morganas-pendragons · 5 years

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Daddy | T.S. + Daughter!Reader

This is based off of that clip that RDJ released of that alternate scene with Tony and Peters reunion. I haven’t written a daughter reader in a while, and I’ve been inspired to use Goodbye by Avril Lavigne in a fic for a while. Feedback is always appreciated.

tagging: @ursae---majoris

The lyrics of a song he used to sing to you as a child echo in your mind as you charge across the battlefield at Peter Parkers side.

Goodbye.. Goodbye.. Goodbye my love

I can’t hide, I can’t hide, I can’t hide what has come

He was an Avril Lavigne fan. Figures that he’d like the most heart wrenching song she’d written, but to you it was always the song that Daddy sang before you went to sleep.

It hasn’t been very long since you were on Earth, but according to what you’d seen written across the faces of the Avengers on the front lines, it had been years.

To Tony, it had been lifetimes.

You would never forget the look of utter devastation on your fathers face when he was losing two kids as a consequences to Thanos snap. You and Peter - who was only a few years younger then you - weren’t even supposed to be in space, but here you both were anyway.

Peter went first. The uneasy feeling in your stomach intensified as darkness swam in your vision and the only thing visible to you was the concerned features of your father. He looked so old, so worn down, so consumed by his grief.

You don’t deserve this, Dad.

“D-Dad?” Your voice broke mid sentence as you stumbled towards Tony, hands extended outward as you often did as a toddler when you wanted his attention. Your legs were the first to give out as he sank to the ground with you in his embrace.

“Hey, don’t you worry sweet pea-” The longer he talked, the more you knew it was more of a reassurance for himself instead of you. “Everything is going to be okay.” Tony recognized the fear overwhelming your expression and furrowed his brow. He’d been there plenty of times himself, on the brink of greeting Death, but he’d never been as terrified as he was watching his biological child experience the same thing. It’s not fair. “Y/N, look at me.”

Worn hands cradled your jaw and tilted your chin just enough to look into the onyx eyes of your father. The very same man who had once rejected your conception and had spent years trying to alienate you for fear he’d turn out to be just like his own father, an utter disgrace to the Stark name. It wasn’t what you deserved. All it had taken for him to fall completely in love with his little girl was the day he and Pepper had taken you to the carnival when you were barely five years old, and you’d gripped his hand so tightly and grinned at him so widely that he was sold. He rode every ride with you that day and carried you to bed that night.

Tony hadn’t let go of you since.

He was at an utter loss for words as you struggled to keep yourself composed, very well knowing what was coming next. The part where he was going to be forced to let you go.

“Y/N-”

You only had one thing to tell him. One thing to show just how you felt about everything that’s happened over the last two years since Siberia. The last time he came home and you sat by his bedside every day that he recovered.

Tony cradled you to his chest in a desperate hold. You knew he had intended to never let go, but the universe had other plans for you.

“I’m sorry Daddy.” The last thing Tony saw before you disappeared from his hold entirely was the crash of your Arc Reactor pendant into the hot sand of Titan.

But now here you stand fighting against a villain unlike any that the Avengers had fought before, and in the midst of it all, you sought out your father. Your safe place from the darkness of the real world, your best friend, your hero. He was how you’d win against Thanos.

“Hey, hey Y/N! There’s your dad!” Peter Parker hastily dragged you through the rubble of the Avengers Compound in the direction of your father, who was still oblivious to your presence. The youngest Avenger had sought you out in the time you’d been dusted, and after quite some time of getting to know one another, looked up to you as a role-model. Someone he respected as much as he did Tony, despite the lack of years between you both.

Peter ran forward first. You were frozen in place, hair veiling your mildly terrified expression as you awaited his reaction to seeing both you and his protege having returned from the dead. Their exchange was drowned out by the sounds of battle raging on around you, but your eyes never tore away from Tony.

Then his eyes met yours, and it was like everything fell into place.

“Y/N-”

You sprinted through the debris and flung yourself at your father despite the fact you were wearing your Iron Maiden armor he’d made for you just before you’d been pulled into this intergalactic mess. He’d been so excited to see you wear it - his pride and joy embodied in his legacy - that he’d let you name it. Neither of you were disappointed when you chose his favorite band.

“Daddy-”

Tonys breathing hitched as he wound his arms around your middle, stunned by the mere fact that you were here and alive - and you had no clue he’d married Pepper, let alone that you had a baby sister waiting for you at his countryside cabin. A cabin he’d never return to, a home that hadn’t been home long enough.

“My girl.” He bent his head and brushed a kiss to your temple just as Pepper flew overhead in the Rescue Armor. “I missed you.” You take that moment to remember how it feels to be around your father - safe - before you pried yourself away from him and disappeared inside the armor.

“Can we kill Thanos now? I am dying for a cheeseburger. Parker doesn’t even know what a good cheeseburger looks like, let alone tastes like.”

The laughter you elicited was something you hadn’t heard in years, but you wish Pepper had been present so she could hear just how beautiful it sounded. “Sure, sweetpea. We’re gonna kill Thanos,” He wrapped his hands around your shoulders and also disappeared back into his armor. “The world’s gonna need its next Iron Maiden.”

You never had time to ask him what he meant before the two of you were pried apart and the battle raged on. You marched alongside the women of the Avengers, you met Carol Danvers (who you adored from the minute she said, “I don’t even have to ask if you’re Stark’s kid. You act just like him!”) and took control of the skies beside Rescue until the enemies crumbled and their ashes were blown away by the wind.

The lyrics to the song still echo in your head when you and Pepper find him. Rhodey was there, as he always was, lingering in the background with unshed tears in his eyes as the other Avengers moved forward. You’d won, but at what cost?

“Y/N. Come here.” Pepper motioned you forward with a wave of her hand, having used her body to block whatever was occurring in front of her. It wasn’t until you saw the charred skin and the vacant look in his eyes that reality slapped you hard - Your father had been the one to beat Thanos.

The cost had been his own life.

“He wants you to sing to him.” She whispered, hand resting on your shoulder as you knelt between his parted legs. Tony was still breathing. He was still alive and he could still hear you. “Sing him to sleep, baby.” Your chest constricted as you wrapped your hands tightly around his ankles. The knot in your throat was making it difficult to speak, and if you lifted your gaze to watch your father die, you would come undone at the seams.

Coming undone to the words of a melody that would haunt you for the rest of your life was nothing compared to Tony Stark finally finding peace. If it was peace he wanted, it was peace he’d have.

So you cleared the knot in your throat, and you began to sing, “I have to go, I have to go, I have to go, and leave you alone..” You missed the way his eyes lit up and his lips turned upward in the ghost of a smile. “But always know... Always know.. Always know, that I love you so, I love you so.”

Tony took Peppers hand, she took your own, and together the two of you rested them against the light of the Arc Reactor until it flickered out. He was gone. He was gone and had left you with all the tools you’d need to continue living out his legacy. To uphold the Stark Name.

The world was gonna need its next Iron Man. Or Iron Maiden, whichever you’d prefer.

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Crown League Has Further Enriched Toronto's Thriving Hoops Scene

This article originally appeared on VICE Sports Canada.

It's the middle of July and it's been over two months since the Raptors were swept by the Cavaliers and a month since the end of the NBA Finals. But in what is normally a down period for basketball, over 1,200 fans have packed the Kerr Hall Gymnasium at Ryerson University in downtown Toronto on a Friday night.

Inside the gym, two pro-am teams—1 Love T.O. and ACE—are facing off in a tightly contested game. With the scored tied at 90 and 1.7 seconds left, Kelly Olynyk—just days after signing a 4-year, $50 million contract with the Miami Heat—receives an inbound pass and banks in a game-winning 3-pointer as the buzzer sounds, sending the crowd into a frenzy and 1 Love T.O. into the semifinals as teammates mob him in celebration. For many, the clip of Olynyk's game-winner will be their first exposure to the Crown League, a pro-am league now in its third season in Toronto.

Aside from Olynyk's game-winning shot, there was considerable anticipation for last Friday's Crown League Finals, with fans lining up outside Kerr Hall over an hour and a half before doors opened at 6 PM. Brady Heslip—who played for Raptors 905 in the D-League last season—scored 26 points in the third-place game. Young Raptors guards Norman Powell and Delon Wright teamed up and led M.A.D.E. to a championship victory. Wright and Powell—who finished with 22 points and was named the player of the week—electrified a packed house with breakaway dunks and no-look passes.

This year, the league—which has been newly sanctioned by both the NBA and the NCAA, allowing Division 1 student-athletes to participate—consisted of six teams, with many players coming from the NCAA, along with professional players from overseas, and ones with experience playing at the collegiate level in Canada.

The five-week event that took place every Friday evening was free to anyone who registered for a spot on league-sponsor Nike's website. The presentation value of the event was top-notch, from promo videos for each team that played on a giant screen in the middle of the gym before teams tipped off, to the hip-hop music and streetball emceeing that accompanied each game, to the food and merchandise vendors available outside of the gymnasium.

Pascal Siakam, who played 55 games in his rookie season with Toronto last year, was one of a few NBAers to suit up in Crown League. Photo courtesy Nike Toronto

As a pro-am, the quality of basketball (even with NBAers like Olynyk, Pascal Siakam, and Dwight Powell dropping in to play) will never approach the pros, but almost all of the fans packing the gym get a courtside view of the action. Scanning the crowd, there are fans of all different ages and races, a true indication of the basketball populace in Toronto that is often not reflected in the more corporate and less accessible world of professional sports.

Still in its infancy stage, Crown League is hoping to establish itself as part of the basketball ecosystem in Toronto. The timing appears perfect. The Raptors—after toiling in mediocrity for the better half of a decade—have established themselves as a top-tier NBA franchise, and renewed interest in the sport with four consecutive playoff appearances. The NBA All-Star Game was held in Toronto in 2016 and the weekend was met with rave reviews (except for the cold weather). Andrew Wiggins, Tristan Thompson, and Jamal Murray are among the many Canadians around the league who are making their mark.

Internationally, Canada's under-19 basketball team just won the FIBA World Cup earlier this month, including a semifinal upset of the United States. The U19 team, which includes budding star prospect RJ Barrett, was in the building to witness Olynyk's game-winner. Roy Rana, head coach of the U19 squad and Ryerson's men's basketball team, took special joy in seeing the Crown League being held in a gym where he coaches.

"Eighty percent of the guys [playing] here I've coached at some point in time. It's like a big reunion," Rana said. "[Crown League] has a lot of great energy. It's all about the right things. It's about the celebration of our city. It's about pride and about who we are as a basketball community."

Above all else, Rana appreciates what some of the lesser-known pros at Crown League are doing to keep their careers going. "We've got a lot of guys out here that have put in a lot of years and grinded it out and are still grinding it out," Rana said. "They're still playing all over the world and that's not an easy thing. I don't think people understand how difficult pro life is. It's not glamorous for the most part unless you're in the NBA."

Aside from being a community event for fans, Crown League is also helping local players hone their basketball skills and to create a network where players and coaches can assist one another. Meshack, Chadrack and Abednego Lufile have all participated in Crown League over the past two years, while Elijah, who is 19 and the youngest of the four brothers, plans on playing next year.

"We're just four hungry boys trying to ball out and get some money for our parents," Meshack said.

The Lufile brothers, from Burlington, Ontario, have taken different paths to pursuing their professional careers. Chadrack played at Wichita State and made the Final Four as a junior and played professionally for the Cape Breton Highlanders of NBL Canada (where former first-round NBA pick Royce White revitalized his basketball career). Meshack attended the University of Cape Breton and is playing professionally overseas in the Netherlands. Abednego attended Eastern Tennessee State and Arkansas Tech University and is hoping to start his own pro career in Europe next season.

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The Lufile brothers are among many who have carved out their own basketball path, without a professional environment to train and play in the summer. For them, and many others, Crown League is more than just a few pickup games, it's a chance to showcase their skills, and also to pick the brains of those in the gym, whether it's asking Myck Kabongo about his experience of working out for an NBA team, or getting pointers from Tony McIntyre, the father of Tyler Ennis who runs the prestigious CIA Bounce program.

Spend a few hours at Crown League, and it's a theme that resonates from everyone you speak to: there's a communal aspect to the proceedings, from fans, players, and coaches. It's a grassroots effort to make basketball in the summer a staple for Toronto, and that togetherness is likely what will drive the success of this pro-am league.

Olynyk, who grew up playing games at the University of Toronto where his father coached, and competitively during his youth for the Scarborough Blues alongside Cory Joseph, marvelled at what he's witnessing in the city. "To come back and see how much the city has developed in terms of facilities and growth of the time, it's pretty special," Olynyk said. "It's a great time to be a young kid who is passionate about basketball."

Abednego Lufile believes this is the perfect time for a pro-am league to succeed in Toronto. "It's a very vital time right now," Abednego said. "We're showing people that Canada is a [basketball] powerhouse, that we're no longer second class to the United States." Abednego referred to Crown League as a replica of the popular Drew League, a pro-am league based out of California that was originally established by Alvin Willis in 1973.

The Lufile brothers. Photo courtesy Nike Toronto

Nike became an official partner of the Drew League in 2003, and the pro-am has drawn plenty of headlines. Past pros who have participated include LeBron James, Kevin Durant, and Kobe Bryant. This summer, James Harden, DeMar DeRozan, Nick Young, and Lou Williams are among the names who have dropped by to play. Like Crown League, the Drew League originally started with six teams, and has now expanded to 26 teams today.

The Crown League may eventually earn itself a place among the best pro-ams in North America. For it to succeed, it will need a combination of competitive basketball, an elevated entertainment aspect, and star power to create a word-of-mouth buzz around the city.

That the Crown League is even a concept that can have staying power is a testament to the growth of the sport over the past two decades in the city of Toronto. If it succeeds and becomes a permanent staple of summer in Toronto, it will be a reflection of the continuing growth of this sport in the future. There are many, including Olynyk, who are betting on that vision to come to fruition.

"It brings a passion and love of intense basketball to the city in the summer which is rare," Olynyk said. "You don't really have that in a lot of cities in North America during the summer. This is real basketball with real professional athletes. For kids to come and be inspired and watch and learn and grow, and to give them something to do, it's an opportunity that is second to none across Canada."

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Crown League Has Further Enriched Toronto's Thriving Hoops Scene

This article originally appeared on VICE Sports Canada.

Pascal Siakam, who played 55 games in his rookie season with Toronto last year, was one of a few NBAers to suit up in Crown League. Photo courtesy Nike Toronto

"We're just four hungry boys trying to ball out and get some money for our parents," Meshack said.

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The Lufile brothers. Photo courtesy Nike Toronto

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