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Could you do a scenario/headcanons of a marvel man discovering his SO has hidden piercings? Like bellybutton/nipple piercings? I would love to see Steve, Tony, Bucky, Thor, Loki, or Scott, so I'd be happy with whoever you chose to write about! Thank you, and have a lovely day 馃挄

I did three of them. Enjoy!!

Steve Rodgers:

You invite him to a beach party and when you take your shirt off, he looks confused at the belly button piercing and he admits that they weren’t very common and if they were, not many people were taking off clothes for him. You tell him he can stare at it all he wants later tonight. 😉

Scott Lang:

You would on like a morning run with just a sports bra/no shirt and like running leggings and you stop by his house. He answers the door, half asleep and is like, “Y/n, what are you doing here?” and let’s you in. He notices the belly button piercing when you’re stretching and he just bursts out, “You have a belly piercing? That’s so cool. I’ve always thought of getting one but I don’t think I have the body for it.” You almost convince him to get one until he asks his daughter and she said he’d look too weird so he didn’t.

Tony Stark:

Tony would instantly know you had you’re nipple pierced. It would be the first thing he asks you about. You walk up to him and go to introduce yourself. He’d just say, “How much did you nipple piercing hurt?” “How’d you know? I’m wearing like three layers of clothing?” “Baby, I always know.” He says with a wink.

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(angst with a hopeful ending)

“No,” Steve says, his lips frozen and blue, his hands shaking as they grip the frayed pieces of Tony’s shirt.

“No,” he says, and warm, wet tears drip down his cheeks, but he doesn’t even care. He blinks furiously, trying to keep them at bay, not because he cares, but because he wants to see Tony, wants to convince him no, no, this is all wrong.

“We’ll win another way,” he whispers, and the corner of Tony’s mouth quirks up in a smile.

“No,” Tony says, shaking his head, running his hands over Steve’s shoulders, “No we won’t.”

“Tony, you shouldn’t do this. You can’t,” Steve insists, and at this point it doesn’t even matter that his voice cracks on every word.

“I’m sorry,” Tony whispers, leaning in to hug him, wrapping his arms around Steve and squeezing tight, almost so tight that Steve can’t breathe. Steve squeezes back, just as hard, as if he can keep Tony alive just by sheer willpower.

“I’m sorry,” Tony whispers again, in the space between them, and Steve can count every eyelash, he can see every fleck of gold in Tony’s eyes. I’m sorry reverberates through him, and Steve doesn’t even have to question what it’s for. I’m sorry for everything we didn’t have, for everything we did, for everything that’s going to happen.

I’m sorry.

Tony looks up at him, and even as he faces certain death, his eyes are alive, looking at Steve through dark eyelashes that are coated with tears.

“I love you,” Steve says, softly, and Tony breaks out into a sad, melancholy grin.

“I know. I love you too,” Tony whispers, and then he leans up to press a kiss to Steve’s lips.

It’s demanding and soft all at once. Tony kisses like he’s drowning, clinging to Steve like he’s a lifeboat. It’s a goodbye, and Steve can feel it in every fiber of his soul.

And then, just as quickly as the kiss had started, it ends, with Tony pulling away, running a thumb over Steve’s lips.

“I love you,” Tony whispers, and then he’s gone.

His heat dissipates from where he was just pressed up against Steve, and his eyes blink once, twice, before he steps off the cliff.

“No!” Steve screams, watching as Tony falls off the side, watching as his body hits the rocks below, turning to ashes once it does.

“No,” he whispers, unbelieving, over and over again, until Natasha drags him back onto the spaceship.

Three weeks later, when Thanos is dead, and the gauntlet falls off of Steve’s hand, the lights above him get brighter and brighter, until all he sees is white.

He enters the afterlife to the sound of a familiar voice, and an oh so welcome grin.

“Hey Cap.”

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Tony: Maybe we are not ready for this you know. You and me. We don’t exactly carry out a normal life.

Stephen: *sitting with a book open and staring at it.*

Tony: I mean, remember last week? Who would say, ‘We were attacked by a interdimensional monster on our date, no biggie.’


Tony: Are you listening to me Stephen?


Tony: Strange! *pushes on his shoulder*

Stephen: *jerks to sit up* Huh what?

Tony: Were you listening?

Stephen: Sorry, I wasn’t. I guess I fell asleep.

Tony: … With your eyes open.

Stephen: Happens at times. What were we talking about?

Tony: You know what, don’t worry about it.

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Characters: Tony Stark, Natasha Romanov, Happy Hogan, Pepper Potts, Rhodey

Rating: General

Words: 2, 087

Summary: Natasha’s point of view on the flight home from Monaco and the arrival at Malibu.

On the flight home from Monaco, Natasha sat with Happy in a separate compartment from Tony and Pepper.

Remarkably, the hair-raising ordeal on the racetrack hadn’t fazed the ex-boxer; actually, he was quite eager to chat, mostly about how crazy working for Mr Stark had become in the last few months. Even as he bluntly confessed the impact of the wild and unexpected turn his job had taken, he made it a point to reassure Natalie that, despite her proximity to Mr Stark, she didn’t have to worry about the danger because he wouldn’t let harm come to her anyway.

Graciously, she didn’t mention the “lesson” in the ring the day before - the pug was too sincere and endearing to be reminded that his efforts to protect her would be pitiful at best.

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