#listen protective rhodey is good and i love it

[shanastoryteller]

Happy Solstice, Shana! more Lady Mo or something else genderbendy?

Tony's spent her whole life proving she was good enough to make it in a man's world. Her own father had written her off as a debutante, but he'd let her spend time in his workshop and look over the papers spread over his desk, on his lap or a safe distance away from all the sparks. He probably thought she liked the pictures and the lights.

She builds an engine when she's six years old, her dress torn and stained with grease and and burning with pride as she grins up at her father.

It's the first time Howard ever sees her and, she thinks, when he stops loving her.

Existing in a man's world is different than being a man. She's not allowed to forget, to indulge, she can't ever be anything else any other way than a performance.

Her whole life is a performance, so maybe there's no real difference.

She can wear broad silhouettes and make sure no one calls her Antonia and keep her hair in it's iconic pixie cut have her employees call her sir - ma'am was her mother, she says with a laugh, and god knows she took more after daddy dearest - and she spends so much of her time having dick measuring contests with generals and business rivals and every man that thinks he can put his hands on her that sometimes it's a shock to remember she doesn't have one of her own.

It's not that she doesn't like being a girl, that she doesn't get a thrill out of outrageous dresses and all her soft curves, that she doesn't like at least seeing something of her mother in her mouth and her nose.

It's just that she thinks that she could be something more. That she is something more.

But that sort of things belong to someone who doesn't have her life, her job and her responsibilities and the eyes of the world watching her every move.

~

She doesn't even think about the fact that the armor is a man, narrow hips and broad shoulders and nothing feminine about his cold curves of metal, until Pepper sees it.

Pepper is quiet after, pressing ice to her bruises as she sits by Tony's hips. Her eyes stray to the arc reactor, a diamond of light glowing between her breasts. A circle would have been a more solid matrix but would have required her to get a mastectomy to make it fit.

She's thought about having a smooth chest before, but in the moment when it was an option that she could reasonably provide to the public - a medical device, for her health - she'd balked, and lost a day to redesign to make it something less, something that would fit and not require her to change to too much.

It had felt like a metaphor, or a sermon, as she'd beat sheets of metal until she bled.

Pepper asks, "Is it to protect your identity? So they don't think it's you?"

Tony stares, caught off guard, her mouth open in answer that she hesitates to give because she knows it's a lie. She doesn't like lying to Pepper.

She softens. "Or is it the opposite?"

Tony is sore and exhausted and Obie is acting strangely and Rhodey isn't talking to her (he calls her and he'll call again and again until she picks up, but he won't say a word, will just listen to her breathe to make sure she still is and then hang up like a fucking a coward) and she just killed sort of a lot of people and her weapons are where they shouldn't be and every defense she's built up around this question feels like it's crumbling around her.

"Pepper," she says, then can't bring herself to say anything else.

She doesn't want to lie to her.

"I like the paint job," Pepper says, hand soft where it's gripping her shoulder. Tony hasn't had soft hands since her father loved her.

"I like red," Tony says and Pepper's cheeks turn the same color as her hair.

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[sourcherryandsprinkles]

Peter comforting Tony's daughter at the funerals please I need this

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No one who was present will ever forget the horrific scream that came from you when Pepper told you the tragic news: your father, Tony Stark, was dead.

You hadn’t been able to say goodbye to him. He had already taken his last breath when you arrived on the scene. All you were able to do was crumble by his side and cry all the tears in your body until someone forcefully took you away.

A few sleepless nights later, you stood by Pepper and Morgan on the wooden deck, watching the wreath floating adrift on the water. Proof that Tony Stark has a heart, it reads.

Beside you, Morgan didn't seem to understand what was going on, why everyone was dressed in black and watching an arrangement of flowers float away. Mostly, she didn’t understand why her dad was not there. It was sad to see.

Happy was right behind you, followed by Rhodey and Steve, then May and Peter. Peter. He was holding his tears, pained from losing his mentor.

When the wreath was no longer in sight, people slowly dissipated, heading back inside the Stark residence. You stayed, unable to move your feet, your eyes were glued on the water before you. Why did you leave me? Why did you sacrifice yourself?

You didn’t hear the footsteps behind you as Peter approached. You and him hadn’t spoken since the last battle.

He cleared his throat. ‘’Hi. I know you’re probably tired of hearing this, but I’m sorry for your loss, Y/N.’’ You didn’t turn around, but Peter knew you were listening. ‘’Your dad was an admirable person. I’m not talking about his sacrifice. He was— He’s been an excellent mentor to me. And, in a way, a great father figure in my life.’’ Peter breathed in. He was about to tell you something he hadn’t told anyone. Not even his best friend Ned, who he always tells everything to. ‘’I was with him when he died. He told me—'' Peter stopped himself, feeling choked by the emotions in his throat.

When you arrived on the scene, you didn’t acknowledge Peter or anyone else around. Your eyes were focused on your father laying on the ground, unalive.

''Want to know what he told me?’’ Peter continued, not waiting for your answer. ‘’He…he said to go to you and feel the feelings he once forbid us to have.''

After a lot of deep thinking, Tony had come to the realization that forbidding your relationship had been wrong of him. He didn’t like it, but Peter was a good guy. He was kind, caring, honorable and very protective of the ones he loved. If there was anyone Tony could trust to take good care of his daughter, it was Peter.

Slowly, your eyes traveled to Peter. They welled with tears again, but this time Peter was there to wrap his arms around you, pull you against him and provide you comfort. You buried your face in his chest, staining — and ruining — his shirt with your mascara-tears, but it was the last of his worries.

Your slim fingers grabbed his white button up, clutching at it as you cried.

Your father’s words meant so much to you — you and Peter. You remembered the look of rage on his face when he caught you kissing in the lobby. It had just been a simple kiss goodbye, but Tony reacted like he had caught you doing something compromising in bed. He had yelled at Peter and banned him from the tower for weeks with a threat of kicking him out of the Avengers if he were to kiss you again.

Like any angsty teenager, you told him you hated him and blasted Taylor Swift’s Love Story in your bedroom.

You never thought he would change his mind about Peter, but Tony Stark was a surprising man.

Peter kissed the top of your head, holding you tight. 

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In The Heights

Sam Wilson x Reader

A/N: The end is so cheesy and I love it 🤭

Summary: You don't like heights. You don't even like going up the elevator in Stark Towers. So your hero friends with the ability of flight, Tony, Falcon, Rhodey, and mayhe even Steve since he's always jumping out of planes, they find this the most amusing. Bruce understands, he doesn't like heights either. Good old Bruce.

Sam, and Steve are taking Bucky to Coney Island, and want you to come along. You have a blast with the games and such, but when Sam convinces you to go up the Ferris Wheel...

Warnings: Cursing, fear of heights? Is that a warning, maybe a few sexual implications if you squint real hard

Sam Wilson x Reader, Avengers x Platonic! Reader, Steve Rogers x Platonic! Reader, Bucky Barnes x Platonic! Reader. Tony Stark x Reader Platonic! Bruce Banner x Reader Platonic!



"I'm not making fun of you," Tony laughs, Bruce shaking his head.

"Yes, but you are," Bruce defends you. Tony laughs again, squeezing your shoulders. "No hard feelings?"

No, there weren't and he knew as such. Your fear of being up high came up at Tony's offer to let you take the suit for a test run. The joking in the hallway was what followed.

The three of you were in Tony's kitchen, late at night, past 3.

"Bagel?" You hear Tony ask, and you go to decline, but you are stopped when it smacks you in the face.

"Wow, okay," Bruce laughs, taking a bite of an uncooked pop tart. You had all been working in the lab all day, and as you normally did, you were unwinding in the kitchen. It was around 2 am, but you weren't exactly being quiet.

"Okay, nobody cry, but I have to bail tomorrow," Tony says, and you set up the bagel you didn't want before, but actually kinda wanted now. "Morgan has her first ballet recital. Promised I would make it."

You and Bruce aww, and you pop your bagel into the microwave.

"Well, I have a dinner tomorrow," Bruce admits bashfully.

"Oh, ho, ho," Tony laughs, you adding, "Good luck on getting laid."

Bruce nearly chokes on his poptart, and you pat his back in reassurance. "Use protection buddy."

"What about yo- Are you microwaving a bagel?" You look at Tony confused, before realizing you were indeed cooking your bagel in the microwave. No plate either, just straight on the microwave plate inside it.

"Oh my god," you shake your head, taking it out, and then dropping it on the floor. It was hot.

"Maybe you should get some rest," Bruce laughs as he helps you discard of your ruined treat.

"Yeah, probably," you shake your head at yourself. "You guys go to bed too. I do not want 72 hour Tony to make a comeback."

"Yes dear, of course," Tony nods solemnly as you walk out of the kitchen to your own bedroom in the compound.

You woke up the next morning, rolling over in your bed to che k the time on your phone.

11:47 [am]

"Early," you muttered to yourself.

You tried to cover your face with the pillow, blocking out the sunlight streaming through your blinds.

"Miss L/n?" A female A.I voice comes out through your ceiling. "You have a message."

Your eyes squint up at the ceiling, in confused thought.

"Would you like to hear it?" FRIDAY asked.

"Who's it from."

"From Mr. Wilson recorded on the 90th floor kitchen area 11 minutes ago."

"...okay, what's the message Fri?"

"He would like you to meet him, Mr. Barnes, and Mr. Rogers downstairs in an hour. On the 90th floor," She clarifies the last part.

"Why?"

"It was not said in the message."

"Yeah, but you listen to us 24/7, what are they doing?"

"I believe they've spoken of going to Deno's Wonder Wheel Amusement Park this afternoon."

Oh great, you think, pulling yourself out of bed. To be fair, you had absolutely nothing better to do with your day.

Might as well have a little fun.



"Your Captain America! Just do it!" You insist.

"It's not fair," Steve says. God damn him, and god damn his morals. You wanted that fucking turtle.

Bucky came back from the snack stand with Sam, handing you a thing of fries.

"Oh, good, Bucky, you don't have morals," his brow furrows at your words, opening his mouth to say something, when you start speaking again. "That. You throw the balls at the jars, knock them all down, you wij the big turtle."

"I could do that no problem," Bucky shrugs.

"Good heres five dollars," you hand it to him, and take his slushie. Steve looks annoyed, but follows Bucky to the tent. Probably to keep guard, or maybe just stare at him. Steve was weird like that.

You take a sip of Bucky's slushie when your sure he's not looking, turning to Sam.

"I feel like we're third wheeling on their date," Sam groans, motioning towards the two by the tent. You giggle at the thought.

"Probably are," you take another sip of the blue sludge. "Must've invited me so you didn't feel too lonely."

"I wanted to invite you," Sam says off-handley. "Good thing I did."

The sun was setting and the ride and games were glowing in bright colors all around you.

The four of you walked, ride to ride, you clutching your giant turtle plush, and much smaller stuffed seagull as you walked.

"That! We're doing the Ferris Wheel," Sam takes your prizes from your hand, giving them to Bucky. "You two can sit on a bench and stare into each other's eyes or whatever."

Before you can protest, and you seemed to be the only one who was going to, Sam had dragged you up to the line.

"Are you sure? It's high?"

"Huh? Yeah, no, it's such a great view."

You could feel your stomach turning cartwheels, and your breathing was shaky. You put on a smile, saying, "Oh, I bet."

Maybe I should say something, You thought as you nervously waited in line.

Maybe I should say something, You thought, now at the very front of the line.

Maybe I should say something, You thought, now in the seat, moving upwards.

Up.

"Look how beautiful," Sam marveled. You tried to grip the bar in front of you, to hold steady, but you rocked the cart a little, causing your heart to stop beating.

"Car- Hey, are you good," Sam looked at you, puzzled. You looked about ready to have a panic attack as you now clutched the side of the cart.

"Maybe I should've said something," you start, trying to look away before realizing that was a shit idea. Sam looked into your eyes waiting for an answer. "I don't really...do heights."

Sam looked at you for a minute, and you were worried. Worried he would think you were babyish, and stupid. He laughed, and you feared the worst. "You should've said that before we got up here."

You were over halfway up. You breaths were short and heavy, but as you released one tight grip, from your left hand, you felt Sam clutch it tightly.

"You gonna be fine?" You nodded at his words. You didn't look at the sights around you, as it made you queasy. Instead, you looked at Sam.

You took in his sweet face, and his chocolate brown eyes. His hand was soft and warm wrapped around yours.

As if feeling your stare, he turned back to you with a crooked grin.

"Preparing for the worst?" You were confused for a second, before realizing.

You stopped, and it scared you more than it should've. Here you were, at the top, higher than ever.

You took a hesitant look at the sights around you. It could be beautiful. The lights, the structures, the bustling nature. All you could think about was falling to your immediate death.

"You scared?" Sam asked.

"Yeah," You admit. It always felt good to say it.

"I have an idea to keep your mind off it," you turn away from the sights, and face him to further inquire.

You feel his lips warm and gentle against yours as his hands hold your face gently. You melt into his kiss.

Suddenly, the heights weren't so bad.

#sam wilson x reader #bucky barnes #marvel #sam wilson #marvel mcu #sam wilson fluff #fluff #reader insert

[winterspiderpurrs]

"Sir, as per your protocol, I am to inform you that Peter is in great emotional distress. He is not in physical distress, I will keep a watch on his vitals"

Tony set his coffee cup down from where he stood in the kitchen with Steve, Bucky and Rhodey. He clears his throat " Thanks Friday, do you know what cause it with out invading his privacy"

" He recieved a phone call and an email from Mr. Osborn's solicitor and lawyers."

He made a face, raising his hand up wipe down his face. Its been a few months since the late Harry Osborn had passed away. He had finally succumb to his mysterious genetic illness. Tony didn't know all of the details but he knows that Harry and Peter were close. The final weeks before Harry passed Peter was at his bedside. The death of his friend devastated the young man. He looked over at Rhodey and then back at Steve and Bucky who both had a solemn look on their faces.

" Let the kid know if he needs anything to let me know. "

" Of course. Peter has informed me he will be in need of Ms. Potts and her publicity skills and possibly the team of lawyers you have on hand. "

" What.... Friday. Once Peter is well enough tell him to come talk. Whatever he needs he can have. But i will need to know whats going on"

" Peter has permissioned the access to his email for your review. A copy has already been sent to Ms. Potts"

Tony turns around and projected the email up in the air in a hologram. Everyone gathered close as they read the email. The shocked look on all there faces, Steve reaching out to hold Bucky's hand as his eyes filled with tears.

" Hey Pete,

If your reading this it means I finally kicked the bucket and the vultures at the company can't legally get away with what they want. And I'm sorry Peter. I wish we had more time and I could prepare you for this, it feels like only a few weeks ago instead of the last couple of years to when we reconnect. I was an ass. And your a mess Peter Parker, but you are my best friend. We have known each other for so long and no matter what we have gone through you stayed my friend even when I didn't deserve it. Your a good person, no fashion sense and those jokes? Horrible. But that makes you, you.

And before you say you dont deserve anything and this was never what you had in mind. Just listen to me for once. You deserve to live the life you deserve. I know I pissed off a lot of people with my will. But Peter if anyone deserves to run Oscorp, its you. Father always liked you, even after everything, he always wanted you helping the company. Even if you decide to sale it, I trust you will do good things, life changing things. I know money doesn't mean anything to you but you will finally be able to get new clothes that are NOT from a thrift shop cause thats just gross Pete.

And yes, you are entitled to this. When the accords happened, I told you I didn't trust Stark as far as I could throw him. He has done good by you now but in the beginning I was the one making sure you were safe. I promised you on your 18th birthday that I would always take care of you. And even though I'm not there. This is me fulfilling that promise.

And I'm sorry you are finding out this way. And I promise I would have fixed it if the time came but until then. Maybe it was me being selfish.

I never signed the papers of the annulment. I paid the judge off. We are still legally married.

Peter Benjamin Parker. I've been in love with you since we were 11. Took me a while to realize that I was jealous of your loving family, your smarts, how you didn't care about my money. I know I was being selfish when you turned 18 and would of needed to sign the accords. Nothing Stark could of done could of protected you. And when I realized this is when I could marry you? I jumped at the chance. My family had the money to protect you in a way Stark couldn't since he had no claims on you legally.

You made me the happiest I have every been when you agreed. We had a great few months together before Father found out and I pulled off the greatest fuck you ever to the family legacy. I know I had to tell you we had to separate. And I knew that it broke your heart but you were so worried about how the public would view me, the company that you signed and told me we could go back to being friends.

I'm glad for the time we had together. Even after we reconnect later, I had no hope of rekindling what we had before. My clock was ticking and I didn't want to hurt you even further. But I guess you were going to be hurt no matter what.

Peter Benjamin Parker you deserve all the love and happiness in the world. I'm glad I got to experience what it means to be loved by you "

#writing prompt #parkersborn #parksborn #peter parker x harry osborn #peter x harry #peter parker #spiderman #harry osborn #winterspiderpurrs #photos are of tom holland and his friend harrison #i figured he would make a good harry osborn to peter parker

[space-mermaid-writing]

I love your battle field doctor soo much! And I would like to share a prompt with you, really hope you would like it! After a heated argument between Tony and Stephen, the Avengers help Tony reconcile with Stephen and convince the sorcerer that he isn't worthless. When they meet again, Stephen's hurt and held in a hospital room by Chritine. In the eyes of Stephen's former co-workers sure Stephen was an utter asshole, but he was their asshole, and they do not appreciate someone hurt his feelings.

Ko-fi | Masterlist | Word count: 1.8k

Chapter’s Note: Tony is mean in this one D: But he apologizes later. I really like the idea of the medical staff still having Stephen's back. (Thank you for your patient with this request. I know I took my sweet time with it)

“I told you I have everything under control.”

“Under control? That thing destroyed the whole building.” Tony pointed to the ruins of the former city library. “It almost killed Peter!”

“I admit it was more resilient than I first thought," Stephen conceded. The threat had taken them by surprise, an eldritch horror being that had slipped through a temporary rift between dimensions. In the end, he had not been able to defeat it, just managed to send it home.

His words didn’t make Tony less angry. The man took everything personal when Peter was involved, and the unconscious boy had to be brought to Doctor Cho by The Falcon. Friday hadn’t told any update yet on the boy’s status and the uncertainty killed him. And since there were no more monsters he could take his anger out, he targeted the next best thing: Strange.

“How did it even get here? I thought you had some kind of protection to prevent exactly this shit! Or why didn’t you use your glowing jewelry to see it coming and stop it before it started attacking the library?”

Stephen got defensive. “You know it doesn’t work this way.”

“No, I don’t! All I know is that it’s your job to keep these kinds of cthulhu monsters out of the city. And if you can’t do the one job you’re here for, tell me, what are you good for?!”

“Tony”, Rhodey interjected warningly to stop him, but Tony didn’t listen.

“You’re always so high and mighty about how your stupid magic is superior to everything. But whatever happened to Peter today, that's on you!”

“Tony!” Rhodey’s voice was sharp. He had placed a hand on his friend's shoulder and Tony jerkily turned his head toward him.

“What?” Tony saw the very judging face of his best friend.

“That’s enough.”

Tony opened his mouth to disagree, because if it was about Peter, it was never enough. But when he turned his head back to Strange, he fell silent. Stephen’s jaw was clenched, but his eyes betrayed the true feeling behind the stern face. The sorcerer turned around and left through a portal.

The other Avengers on the scene looked at Tony, awkwardly.

"That was uncalled for," Rhodey chided him.

Friday chimed up in his ear. “Doctor Cho said that Peter will be fine. He has a concussion and a few broken ribs.”

Tony closed his eyes for a moment, sighing. He was relieved about the news, but still he didn't feel any better.

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“Hi dear.” There was a PR smile plastered on Tony’s face, even if he didn’t feel like it.

The receptionist at Metro's looked up and froze for a moment, surprised to see who was speaking to her.

“Tony Stark!”

Good. That usually helped. “Yepp, that’s me. I’m here for Stephen Strange, former doctor and surgeon of this hospital.”

Something shifted in her face and with a more neutral voice she asked, “Are you related or part of his family?”

“No.” Tony shook his head. “But the thing is-”

“Then I’m afraid you can’t visit him.” Her mouth became a thin line. Maybe she wasn’t a fan of him after all. Some people were still hung up on what SI used to sell in its early years.

But this wasn’t the first time Tony had to work with a tough crown and he didn't give up that easily. “And isn’t that quite the inconvenience? You see, I came all the way here to talk to him. If you could just give me any information on where I find him, I’ll be out of your hair.” Tony was all smiles and charm. “If not, I might occupy you for the next, let's say, two hours, and I’ve been told I can be quite annoying.” As if to punctuate his words, he reached across the table and took her post-it pad, playing with it in his hands.

For that he earned a judging look from the receptionist. But at that moment the phone rang and she took the call instead of scolding him.

Tony waited until she forwarded the call, willing to make good of his threat. After she hung up and noticed that he was still standing at her table, she narrowed her eyes. “Fine, Mr. Stark, I can give you one piece of information.”

Tony beamed. “Excellent. I knew we would come to an agreement.”

“Doctor Stephen Strange may no longer practice medicine here, but he is still a doctor. Not a former.” Tony was baffled by the venom in her voice, as if he had personally insulted her. "Now, please leave."

She turned to another visitor who needed help and Tony actually took a step back.

That wasn’t how he thought this would go. But he didn’t want to leave yet, not without talking to the sorcerer, and so, while the receptionist was distracted, he slipped past her. He knew Strange was somewhere in this building. Wong had told him after Tony had asked him about Strange – after there had been radio silence between the two men for two weeks. Apparently Strange had just returned from wherever a Sorcerer Supreme usually went in his adventures and his sorcerer friend had sent him straight to the hospital, because he had looked worse for wear.

Tony started his search in the ER on the ground floor and looked around inconspicuously. As inconspicuous as it was possible for a celebrity like him.

He was used to the mixed reactions he received, but it hadn’t been this bad as since before Afghanistan when SI was still selling weapons. Some nurses stared at him, outright hostile. Others ignored him completely.

Tony glanced into rooms and tried to listen in, to hear if the name of the sorcerer was dropped.

“Mr. Stark. Why are you sneaking around my ER?” He turned around and, oh, he actually recognized this one. But he wasn’t sure if it was a good or a bad thing that Christine Palmer of all people approached him. “Do you need medical help?” Her gaze slid over him in a professional manner to see if she would spot any obvious wounds or injuries.

“I’m visiting a friend.”

“Really?” Her voice would have brought any other man to his knees immediately. With a rueful face, a bouquet of flowers and an apology on his lips. “I’m pretty sure you don’t question friends what they’re good for.”

Ouch.

“He told you that?”

“Stephen didn’t need to tell me anything,” Christine explained. “You two had your disagreement right beside the paramedics and they love to gossip.” She reminded him of Pepper right about when she was about to lecture him, and sure enough Christine continued, taking a step closer to him. “Stephen may no longer work here, but we still consider him one of us. And we take insults to one of us not lightly. So when I ask you why you want to see him, your answer is better going to be ‘I’m sorry and I want to apologize’.”

There was a very unique kind of loyalty between the members of a medical staff. Something even an Avengers could not interfere with. They were a tight group of people. Strange might be an asshole but he was their asshole. The now sorcerer had been once one of them and would always remain one of them. At least in their eyes.

Tony knew when he was defeated. “I’m sorry and I want to apologize.”

Christine smiled sweetly and totally fake. “I’ll ask him if he is in the mood to see you.”

Tony swore to never let her meet Pepper. Each of both women alone was scary enough, together they would be unstoppable.

The nurse left him and disappeared through a door nearby, which she closed behind her.

Tony followed anyway.

It was a typical ER patient room. Stephen sat shirtless on the bed and bandaged his own arm – that told something about doctors being the worst patients. His body looked like a zombie horde trampling all over it. His whole torso was littered with bruises and cuts, and the gauze in his face suggested that it didn't look any better there.

The nurse whirled around when she heard Tony enter, her scorn fully back on. "You're not supposed to be-"

"Christine." Stephen's voice was raspy. He could move his lip only so much, or it was in danger of bursting open again. "It's fine."

Christine, judging by her face, disagreed. “Sometimes I miss the asshole you used to be”, she told him.

“Do you really?” Stephen asked, amused.

She smirked. “No.”

She left the room, not without a last dirty glance to Tony, who raised his hands in defense. He received the message.

“I don’t think she likes me," Tony said after she had closed the door.

“Shocking.”

“I know.”

The men looked at each other. Stephen’s shoulders were tense, as if he expected Tony to continue his rant from their last meeting.

Just as an uncomfortable silence threatened to spread, Tony spoke up first. “Listen, because of the other day-”

“You weren’t wrong.” Tony wondered, what was it about medics interrupting him today? Stephen didn't even look at him, his gaze fixed on his work on his arm. "I know I haven't been doing this hero gig as long as you. Or not nearly as long as the ancient one. But I’m doing my best and-”

“No. Stephen, no,” Tony disagreed. “I shouldn’t have said that. I was scared about Peter and put my anger out on you. He is fine, by the way.”

“I know. He visited the Sanctum a few days ago.” Strange was still not looking at him. He struggled to wrap the bandages because his fingers had started shaking.

Tony stepped up to him and took the bandage in his hands to continue the work. Stephen clenched his jaw but didn't resist the help. Maybe he just wanted to prevent another fight. Still, the sorcerer refused to say another word about what had happened.

Tony felt like he was running into a wall and so he changed the subject. "What chew you up and spit you out like this, anyway?

Stephen glanced up at him, then to the side. He reminded Tony of Peter when the boy knew he had done something, Tony wouldn’t be happy about. He waited until Stephen spoke again.

“I visited that eldritch Kalaravren and made sure it won’t surprise us a second time.”

Tony paused, his mouth open. “Stephen.” The sorcerer had faced this monster all alone, after they had had trouble standing up to it even as a group last time? No wonder he looked so battered.

Their eyes met again.

“I’m sorry.” Tony sighed. “Please stop doing this reckless stuff.”

Stephen snorted. “That’s rich coming from you.”

Tony shrugged, a small smile on his lips. “Was worth a shot.”

#IronStrange #Tony Stark #Iron Man #Stephen Strange #Doctor Strange #request #prompt #SpaceMermaid #SpaceMermaid writes #Christine Palmer #the night nurse

[areiton]

(i’m the problem) it’s me - stevetony

A Stevetony fic inspired by anti-hero 

read on ao3 

~*~ 

You try. 

You think you’ve spent your life trying, for Maria and for Howard, for Obie, god for Obie. 

You shake the thought and stumble into the workshop, depression driven and trauma shaking. 

You can’t maintain this forever, you know you can’t. 

But for now, midnight slung like a lover around your shoulders, you can. You chase a handful of pills with a tumbler of whiskey and call to Dum-e. 

  ~*~ 

  “You’ve got a problem, Captain,” you hear Fury tell Rogers, and your hands tremble. 

You clench them into fists, and watch Steve tip his head to one side. 

“It’s my problem. Sir.” 

You blink. 

His tone is insolent, a breath away from insubordinate, and you--

You don’t remember the last time someone stepped up and took a hit for you, put themselves in the line of fire for you, and from the flint in Fury’s eyes--that’s what he’s done. 

Rhodey does this for you, but Rhodey--he’s an outlier, the only one who has ever taken every hit aimed for you. 

You slowly loosen your fists, and it’s later, when Fury has vanished, and Steve’s shoulders slump and his whispered curse is kept like a secret that only Jarvis and you can hear--it’s only then you look down and see the blood there, pooled around a razor blade. 

  ~*~ 

  He gets into a fight with a senator, gets into a pissing match with the press. 

You find out about it when you drag in at dinner, find Tasha and Barton bent over a tablet and Roger’s voice coming from it. 

“He’s doing this for you,” she says, and you think that makes sense. 

You don’t even know what the fuck you did this time, but you’ve always been the problem, the gear gumming up the works. 

It’s never been more true than now, with the Avengers in the Tower, with the smooth as silk press on the smiling faces, and there’s you. 

Hiding behind the armor, throwing money at the problem, like that will buy your way out of purgatory. 

You don’t look at her, or watch the clip, or listen to his fury, just say, “No one asked him to do anything.” 

  ~*~ 

  He protects you. Not only from Fury and from the media--you watch it later, hidden in your lab with Jarvis as company, a bottle of whiskey sweating near your hand, watch him defend you fierce and furious, and you feel your heart thump--

Not only then. 

You take a hit fighting mutated fucking robots, the arc takes the hit and you can hear Natasha snapping in your ear as you fall, can feel the panic she’s keeping at bay through viscous control and you almost smile through the fear ripping through you. 

Thor’s too far. 

Bruce isn’t on the field. 

You fall and you can hear Barton shouting and then something slams into you, a wall of force pushing you sideways. 

You crash through glass and drywall, and a few desks, and through it all, he never lets go of you, curled around you like he’s a goddamn shield between you and every bad thing in the world and you want that , want him to save you, and when you finally roll to a stop, when you stare at the sky spinning through the shattered glass--he rips the armor from you and listens to Jarvis, cool and calm, giving crisp orders. 

You stare at him, and he puts you back together and when it’s over, when he pulls you bloody from the field, only then does his hands tremble.

  ~*~ 

  He’s in your workshop, and midnight has never looked as inviting or soft. 

“Can I stay?” he asks and his voice is hoarse, rough in a way you recognize. 

You wake screaming too, some nights, and you want to fix this for him, but you--

You’ve always destroyed the things you touch, and you don’t want to destroy him. 

And no force on earth could force you to send him away. You aren’t a good guy, not really--you just play one on TV. 

“Yeah,” you say and he smiles at you, star bright and lovely. 

  ~*~ 

  He kisses you there, kisses the tears from your cheeks and the cries from your lips and the blood from your palms and you wonder what you did, to deserve this, to deserve him. 

  ~*~

  You stare at him, because staring at him is better. It’s like watching the north star, finding true north--he’s the point around which you fix your life, sun you circle, and you think it’s terrifying but there’s something about him that you know you can trust--you think about the way he stared down Fury, the way he fought the reporters, the way he drags you from a mission blood covered, the soft smile he gives you when he finds you at midnight. 

It’s exhausting, loving you, Pepper said once and you know she’s right, that she’s got every reason to walk away, that you’re lucky you kept what you did with her. You know you press against every boundary and chase everyone away until all you have for company is ghosts--but for whatever reason--

He stays. 

#arei writes #stevetony #stony #it's me #anti-hero #stony fic #steve rogers #tony stark

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He is Baby

Pairing: soft!bucky barnes x oc!selah grace

Summary: Bucky gives off a tough attitude around everyone. That is except his piece of sunshine, Selah.

Warnings: soft bucky is a warning. as the title says, he is baby. slight swearing. pet names (bubba, baby, princess, honey)

“Got that, Barnes?” Fury said at the end of the meeting as he noticed James zoning out, something (or someone) clearly on his mind.

“Hm.” He responded though truthfully he had no idea what the meeting was about.

“Agent Barnes. I don’t know what is on your mind but you need to be paying attention during meetings, understand?” Nick said, rather frustrated as the rest of the team sat in silence.

Selah walked into the meeting with some files in hand for Nick. She had been hired as a PA to help a little with the work load but honestly, she babysat one mister James Barnes more than anything and boy was she good at it.

“James isn’t listening again, is he?” She asks with a knowing smirk as she handed Nick more files for missions.

“Never. Will you contain your man child?” He responded, taking the files and thanking her.

“James. Gym. Now.” She demanded, leaving the conference room, Bucky tailing behind her quicker than anyone had every seen.

“Well I’ll be damned. She has him whipped.” Sam says teasingly despite Bucky not being in the room to hear it, making everyone laugh.

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In the gym, Selah sat with Bucky, playing with his hair as he leaned into her. “You’ve got to start listening in the meetings, bubba. Especially the important ones. Nick will have my ass before even thinking about testing you.” She told him, only to earn a whine.

“James Buchanan. I am not fighting with you on this. Listen to meetings and then we can cuddle afterwards, understand?” She demanded, earning a nod immediately.

“Join the meetings to keep me focused.” He mumbled as a suggestion. “Please, princess?” He asked with a small pout.

“I can’t, baby. You know I’d love to but, one, you can’t focus when I’m not in there, especially considering you’re always thinking about me. And two, you’d be ten times more distracted with us cuddling during the meetings. You're a little puppy." She told him with a smile, tilting his head back to pepper his face in kisses making him smile wide.

"I promise I'll be good. Come to one meeting and if it doesn't work then I won't ask again." He tried to plea with her.

"Fine, fine. I'll join the next meeting." She told him with a small laugh.

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A week later there was a new mission and so Selah upheld her promise. There in the conference room sat; Steve, Wanda, Tony, Natasha, Clint, Bucky, Vision, Rhodey, and Selah.

"So our new mission this week is locating an MIA super soldier. Allison Bennett. She reportedly trained with The Winter Soldier which is why we will have Bucky and Steve on this mission as rescue. Once we locate Allison, you two will bring her in. Understood?" Nick said thankfully having Bucky's full attention.

"She's not going to be found easily, Fury. Definitely will put up a fight." Bucky said, taking Selah's hand protectively.

#james buchanan barnes #bucky barnes x original female character #bucky barnes fluff

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peak MIT tonyrhodey is both of them aggressively trying to go dad-mode on the other

#rhodey has protective sibling instincts #but tony's dad instincts came in REALLY early #(see: dummy) #listen protective rhodey is good and i love it #but i ALSO love the idea of this scrawny 15-year-old trying to motherhen his 18-year-old collage roommate #peak MIT tonyrhodey is also both of them co-parenting dummy #because i love playing up the concept of tony as a 17-year-old single bot dad #protective chaotic genuis dumbasses. the both of them.

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Could you write one (including Bruce Stephen, Scott, Rhodey, T’Challa, and Clint) the avengers reacting if the reader was a Black Widow?

Thanks for the request!

Pairing: Avengers x fem reader

Warning: fluff, angst

Gifs belong to their creators.

Pt 2 here (Vision, Sam, Pietro, Peter, Bucky, Loki + Bonus: Bruce, Clint and Scott)

AVENGERS FINDING OUT YOU'RE A BLACK WIDOW:

TONY

Tony would be pretty surprised, but intrigued. "A Black Widow? I always knew there was something spicy in you, lady Y/l/n." He jokes while raising an eyebrow and you giggle, your hands caressing his chest. "You look quite pleased, Mr. Stark." You provoke him and he shugs. "Well, I already knew you were a badass, but this is the confirmation." He says before immediatelygetting serious. You frown. "What?" You ask and he caresses your cheek. "I just hate the idea of what they have done to you." He adds, suddenly overwhelmed by the awareness of how hart it was for you. You smile at him, your hand taking his. "I'm okay now, with you. I feel safe." You say and he kisses you.

STEVE

Steve would be shocked. "Darling, why didn't you tell me?" He asks while crossing his arms over his chest. You look at him and bite your lower lip. "I didn't know if I could trust." You admit. He softens and tenderly caresses your cheek. "I get it, I'm glad you trust me now and I'm sorry you had to suffer. Come here." He concludes and presses a kiss on your forhead, making you feel finally protected.

THOR

Thor would be excited, since he knows nothingabout the horrors of the Red Room. "A Black Widow? Kinda like Natasha?" He asks while looking at you in amazement, you chuckle and noddle. "So you can fucking fight, babe!" He says and laughs, his hands grabbing his own shirt in excitement. He makes your life full of light and lightheadedness, so you decide to spare him the bad side of your training for now. You shake your hands and position your feet. "Want a taste?" You joke raising your fists and he tilts his head. "Of you? Always."

NATASHA

Natasha understands the atrocities behind the cool fighting skills, so she would be sad. "I'm sorry you had to go through this too." She softly says while caressing your cheek, you nod and look at her. "I've killed many people." You whisper and she shakes her head. "I know you didn't want to. You're doing your best and trying to be more than just a trained killer, this makes you a good person, my love." She conforts you and you nod, watery eyes and lips pressed while she hugs you.

WANDA

Wanda would be sorry. "I can only imagine what you've been through. I was a victim of some experiments too and I vaguely remember the horrors. I'm sorry, baby." She says while brushing a lock of your hair behind your ear. You shrug, a nervous smile on your face. "It happened. I'm trying to do better now, even thanks to you. I'm glad to have you by my side." You whisper and she smiles while softly kissing you.

BONUS:

STEPHEN

Stephen knows what they do to the Black Widows, so he immediately caresses your cheek, his soft touch giving you goosebumps. "My Dear, I'm immensely sorry." He whispers while looking at you, his eyes watery. You softly smiles at him, your hands placing on his. "I'm okay now, I'm a grown woman. I obviously remember everything and even if when I was a child some things are still so vivid..." you hesitate, the pain of the training and the sterilization still in your mind. He hugs you, his arms wrapping you into the most comforting hug. "I'm here, I'm here."

T'CHALLA

T'Challa would let you explain everything to him. He wants to know what you've been through to become who you are. He carefully listens before finally looking at you, his eyes filled with anger and sadness. "You didn't deserve this." He simply says and you shrug, your hands nervously playing with your own shirt. "I can't have children." You say, knowing how important is legacy in the black Panther culture. He shakes his head and walks to you, his hands cupping your face. "Don't even think for a moment that this will have any effect on the fact that I love you and you're the woman I want to spend my life with." He immediately reassures you and you smile, tears running down your cheeks while you hug him.

RHODEY

Rhodey would be so angry. "I can't believe what they did to you." He whispers in pure rage while crossing his arms over his chest. You look at him and bite your lips. "I'm glad I'm here now, with you all, trying to be a better person." You confess and look at your own feet. He grabs your hands and caresses the back of them. "Hey, you're not what they wanted you to be, baby." He says and you nod, eyes filled with tears while he kisses your forhead.

#avengers headcanon #tony stark x you #tony stark imagine #tony stark x reader #tony stark headcanon #steve rogers x you #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers headcanon #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff headcanon #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff headcanons #wanda maximoff x you #thor x reader #thor imagine #thor headcanon #thor x you #t'challa imagine #t'challa headcanon #t'challa x you #t'challa x reader #stephen strange headcanons #stephen strange x you #stephen strange x reader #stephen strange imagine #rhodey imagine

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Hello

I m new on your blog and read your work and i fell in love with your stories. I read you were interested in taking request so can you take my request too? I was wondering if you can write a steve rogers x reader, where y/n is his girlfriend and he leaves her after civil war and then they see each other in infinity war, he tries to patchup with her but she ignores him because in past he often compared her to peggy and also because she knew about him kissing sharon and she is hurt. During the fight she doesn't talks to him and when tony returns from space she still continues to ignore Steve and when he confronts her she snaps at him for hurting her for a long time. He apologizes and somehow they makeup and also him kissing sharon was misunderstanding because sharon kissed him. And then they are happy together and also in endgame the reader is worried steve will stay in past but he comes back and they get married with the team present and have kids and live happily

Happily Ever After (S.R)

A/N: Thank you so much lovely and I loved the plot line. I loved writing about it and I made a few additions to the story. Hope you like it and I am open to more requests.

Steve Rogers Fanfiction (Fanfiction Master List)

Summary: Steve comes back after Civil War and you are angry with him because he left you. You do not forgive him because you thought he cheated on you and he always compared you with Peggy. But he returns from the past when he chose you over Peggy and you forgive him. You eventually get married and expand your family.

Warnings: Angst but eventual fluff.

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He stood right there in his Captain America shield with all his former glory. Your ex boyfriend looked the same but there were some differences like he had a full grown beard and he was more muscular. He kept staring at you with longing and pain but it was not even the half of what you experienced while he was gone.

“(Y/N), you need to take the position left to Steve.” Tony pulled you out of your trance and you just stared at him when you comprehended his order. He had been there for you from the moment Steve left you after the Civil War. Sitting with you when you couldn’t sleep at night and forcefully feeding you when you spent the whole day starving. He didn’t want you anywhere near Captain but you both always worked best together and there were much more important matters at hand.

“But Tony, I can be with Steve.” As much as Rhodey wanted to be away from all of the people that were responsible for his fall, he didn’t want you to suffer. They all had seen you fall apart on the Avenger base when you realised that your boyfriend left without saying good bye to you and without an explanation. Just telling Tony on a voice message to take care of you wasn’t enough.

“I’ll be okay, Rhodey. You are needed near the buildings so if some of the aliens escape our defenses, you can be there to protect the city.”

All of the avengers kept stealing glances at the both of you because they knew that it was only a matter of time before you exploded. But they were wrong. You were not the stubborn, hot headed woman that did not let anyone walk over her. That woman died when Steve left. He took her with himself.

"Take your positions and give them hell." Steve and you made your way towards your designated place.

"(Y/N), listen to me. I-"

"Do not talk to me. We are done." Keeping your eyes trained on the path, you avoided meeting his eyes.

"But, let me explain. I did not have a choice. You sided with Tony and I couldn't tell you that we were leaving." He tried to catch up with you but you were a woman on a mission.

"I did not side with Tony, I sided with the accords. And I was working my ass off to get you all out of there and I looked like a fool in the end." He collided in you as you abruptly stopped in your tracks.

"(Y/N), I didn't know-"

"You didn't know because you never tried to contact me. I was the one who had to go through multiple trials with the government because they thought I helped you all to escape." There were tears pooling in your eyes and Steve wanted to kill himself for being the cause. "I was benched for four months, for Gods sake."

You are reminded of those horrible times when you didn't know what your next step was going to be. The others tried to help you but you had to suffer through all the criticism alone. Some days you just wanted to leave it all behind and start a new life. But you weren't a coward. You wouldn't let anyone run over you like this and ruin your life. Getting back up was tough but you managed it. The day that you were allowed back on the field was the day that you decided you were not going to let anyone ruin your life.

"(Y/N), I made a mistake and I missed you so much." He tried to touch you but you flinched. A look of hurt passed his eyes and retracted his hands.

"Let's just fight. I want to kick some ass." The war crafts soon landed and you all got to fight. You had to admit that Steve was one of the best teammate that you had. He knew when to defend you and when to let you attack. You were busy fighting two of the aliens when one came from the back. Steve saw it and immediately came to your defense. You were never going to admit it but you missed this.

When the fight ended, you both made your way towards the main compound and saw all the avengers gathered together. Steve and you only had minor cuts throughout your body but nothing major. The moment you saw what all the commotion is about, your breath hitched. It was Tony with half of his skin burnt and taking his last breath.

Kneeling down beside him, you started crying. "Hey, it's okay. Just be happy and do not hold on to old grudges. Take care of family for me, please." Pepper was beside you and she started crying harder when she heard him. "Steve, come here for a second."

"I am so sorry for everything. You will always be my friend, Stark."

"We both were in the wrong, Cap. For what it's worth, do not lose (Y/N) because she is the best thing that has happened to you."

Tony was on his last breaths now and you both moved aside because Pepper wanted to have some last moments with him. There were some rifts in the team since the civil war but at this moment, you all were in this together. Tony was the one who brought you all together and saved many of you from your abusive lives. He was your best friend and you didn't know how you would spend your life without his sarcastic comments and his new inventions.

"You go, Tony. We are going to be okay. I love you." The words that left Pepper were a mere whisper but because of the pin drop silence, you were able to hear her.

"I love you too," Uttering his last words, he finally closed his eyes and all that could be heard were Pepper's wails of agony. Everything after it was a blur; the med bay, the briefing, the funeral. Time seemed to pass you by and you were numb the whole time. It was like a large piece of your heart was torn away from you and you didn't know how to react.

"(Y/N), can we talk?" Natasha lightly knocked on your door before you muttered a small come in. She looked around the room and noticed the lack of pictures in your room. The warmth that once radiated from your room was now gone. There were pictures of you with the team, with Steve and with Natasha. You liked to capture all the memories and it was one of the things the team loved about you.

"Hi."

"Hello. I just wanted to see how you were doing after everything."

"I am fine. Just processing everything." The loose thread on your blanket was the main focus of your attention right now.

"You don't seem fine. I know you, (Y/N)."

"No, you don't." Scoffing at her ridiculous statement, you felt anger bubbling inside your chest. "You were one of the first people who became my friend when I came to this tower. You knew I couldn't live without Chris and you. You both were my support system."

"(Y/N), I wanted to tell you everything. Believe me, I did. But we had to keep it a secret because we had to protect the other avengers as well."

"I have been listening to this reason from the past few days and I am done. I was ready to help you guys and you could have just contacted me once. I didn't know if you were dead or alive."

"I am sorry. I wanted to do it but it was never the right time. Half of the times you were surrounded by government officials. Can you forgive me?" The red head came and sat next to you on the bed.

"I can but I don't know if we can go back to the way things were."

"It's okay. We will be friends again. And as a new friend, I just want to tell you that Steve was miserable these past two years and he loves you so much."

"I don't want to talk about him, Nat. Let's go to the gym and spar."

"I am going to kick your ass as alway, (Y/L/N)."

"I have been practicing, Romanoff." You both went on to sparring and Natasha won in the end. However, the whole day you kept thinking about your ex boyfriend. He had been trying to talk to you from the past two weeks. It was hard for you to ignore him but you were now reminded of the times when he compared you with Peggy.

The small things that you did was always met with criticism like Peggy did not work in the field like this or Peggy wouldn't talk to him like a brat. Apparently, she was the mature one and you could never compare to her. Most of the times, you tried not to let the comments get to you but you were human. He might have done it unintentionally and you didn't want to hold it against him. But it hurt.

"We are going to talk today and you are not going to run away this time." He blocked you in the kitchen when you came out of your room to drink some water.

"Funny how you are saying that I am the one that is running away. Hypocrite much now, are we?"

"(Y/N), I am apologising to you because I can't live without you."

"You did so well for two years, I don't know why it is a problem now."

"I understand that you are angry with me. I wanted to be with you so bad but my duty as Captain prevented me from it." Your face was turned away from Steve but you turned towards him when you heard the words leave his mouth.

"Your job is more important than me?" Enraged, all you could see was red and you wanted to punch the daylights out of him.

"I thought it was but not anymore. You are the most important thing in my life and I don't want to lose you."

"Well, you have other women in your life so you don't need me."

"What other women?" Steve's confused gaze swept over your face when you spit those words out.

"I know about Sharon. You kissed her when we were still together. You cheated on me and I hate you for it." Pointing your fingers at his chest, you didn't realise when your voice started to rise.

Steve held your hands and pulled you close to his chest. "Sharon kissed me and I immediately backed off. I would never cheat on you."

You couldn't believe your ears right now. This was one of the things that helped you get over Steve. Believing that he cheated on you, made it a lot easier for you to despise him. Granted that never happened but it was still easier. However, he was still stuck in the past and he did not want to admit it.

"Even if Sharon is not a problem, you are still stuck in the past."

"What do you mean?"

"You are still in love with Peggy and I can not be your second choice anymore."

"Peggy has got nothing to do with this. She is dead and I love you."

"But I would have never been the one you loved if Peggy was here."

"That's not true. You both are totally different people and I love you now." Steve didn't know how to explain it to you. The things he felt for you were totally different for what he felt for Peggy. You made his breath hitch and his heart pounded whenever you smiled at him. He was so in love with you that he didn't think it was possible to love someone this much.

He knew that he compared you with Peggy before he left but at that time he was not ready to leave the past. It was unfair of him to do that to you while you tried very hard to meet all his expectations. However, he realised afterwards that you did not have to meet any of his expectations because you exceeded all of them. He felt so guilty and he just wanted to have you back in his life and forget about all the things that happened.

"I don't believe you."

"Please do. I want us to be okay before I go to return all the stones."

"You do that and then we can talk about us." He gave you a quick peck on the cheek before you could say anything. You were pretty sure that would stay back with Peggy and that's why you didn't want to reconcile things. You didn't want him to break your heart again.

"Ready to go, Cap?" Scott asked as he rechecked the time machine again. Everyone glanced at each other when he said that because they all thought that Steve might remain in the past for Peggy. They all had their doubts but everyone was scared to say them out loud. "You only have five seconds to get back before you are stuck."

"Ready." He glanced at you one last time and stepped in to the machine. You held your breath as Scott counted out loud and when he reached the number four, you were sure that he wasn't coming back. You were about to turn back when a snapping sound echoed throughout the room.

"I told you I will come back." Coming to a halt right in front of you, you couldn't believe your eyes. You pulled him in and kissed him ferociously.

"I love you."

"I love you too and remember that no one compares to you. I am really sorry."

"It's okay. You passed the test." When you both kissed again, all of your friends cheered for you.

As time passed by, you realised that Steve was the best person you could have possibly ended up. He was the literally the man of your dreams. Waking up to him every morning, cuddled up in your bed to going to bed with him kissing you goodnight. Steve made you breakfast every morning even when he was getting late and weekends were only reserved you.

The day that he proposed was still so clear on your mind. You remembered how he was nervous for a week that you thought something was seriously wrong with him. He would stutter and sweat when you got too close to him like it was a new relationship. There was a barbecue for the whole team on the compound and you all were gathered around the garden with drinks in hand. Everyone was enjoying it to the fullest when out of nowhere Steve knelt in front of you with a ring in his hand. After listening to his speech, you said yes with tears in your eyes.

"Are you ready?" Natasha asked you as she smoothed down your wedding dress that you spent months picking out.

"Yes." Pepper helped Morgan with the flower basket because the seven year old wanted to be the flower girl.

"Okay, then it's time." Walking down the aisle was worth it when you saw the adoration flicker in his eyes. He said some of the most heart warming words that had you ruining your eye makeup. It was a beautiful ceremony that only included close family and friends. You wanted a private wedding and you announced it to the world the next day. They all went crazy but the positive response was overwhelming to say the least.

Four months in to the wedding, you realised you were pregnant. Natasha was the one who sat beside when you waited for the test while Pepper brought a million of them for you. You were scared to tell him because you never discussed the possibility of having kids in detail.

"Just tell him. He is going to be ecstatic." Natasha tried to soothe you when you started crying with your face in between your hands.

"Okay. Steve will be home anytime soon."

"We should probably get going." Pepper and Natasha made their way towards the door and gently closed it.

"Hey, babe." Kissing you on the cheek, he immediately went to the washroom to take a shower.

"We need to talk."

"Sure. What's up?"

"I am pregnant." Blurting it out was not what you had planned but you couldn't think of another way. He stopped folding his armor midway and just looked at you with disbelief in his eyes.

"Are you serious? Oh my god. When did you find out? I am so happy, baby."

"I found out about an hour ago. And you are seriously happy?"

"Of course, I am. We will have a mini you or me with us in nine months. I love you, baby."

"I love you too." Keeping his hands on your stomach, he hugged you tightly and you knew that you got your happy ending. You were one of the luckiest people alive because you have a husband like Steve and now you were going to have family with him.

Hope you guys enjoyed it!!

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A/N: I love Captain America and I was happy to write a fanfiction about him. If you guys have any more request, I will be happy to write about them and message me if you want to be added to the tag list.

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Too Kind

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Avengers x Stark!Reader

Word Count: 3,950ish

Summary: You’re smart just like your father, Tony Stark. But too kind for your own good.

Notes: This was a requested one, but it was also one of the ones that got deleted. I hope that whoever requested this enjoys it. (REQUESTS ARE STILL OPEN. CLICK/PRESS HERE FOR GUIDELINES.)

You’ve always been told that your mother was the nicest woman on the planet. And that you were very much like her in that way. Unfortunately, your mother died during childbirth leaving you with your father, Tony Stark. You definitely got his brains, but you were definitely not as loud and rambunctious as him.

When you first met the Avengers, they were surprised that you were Tony’s daughter. In their eyes, you were too nice, too forgiving. You hated violence, but you understood why your father and the other Avengers did what they did. None of what made you you was a bad thing. It’s just, the Avengers were afraid that one day you’d get deeply hurt by your kind and forgiving nature. They couldn’t stand to see you sad so they did whatever they could to protect you. But they knew, that the one that would end up hurting you the most was Tony.

Not that he was a bad father, he just was blind to how his actions affected people. Especially you, his daughter. Tony would spend a lot of time in his lab or away on missions. He did try to make sure a night was set aside every week for just the two of you, but that slowly faded away once Peter Parker came into the picture. The Avengers saw what was happening and felt extremely sorry for you. They would always try to get you to talk about it, but you would always give him an excuse though and never talk unkind about him. This made the Avengers hearts break but also made them love you more. You were a better person than they would ever be.

One morning, you were having breakfast in the common kitchen of the Avengers Tower. Steve was brewing coffee while Sam was making waffles, bacon, and eggs, and Natasha was cutting fruit. Tony drudged in after a long night in the lab, going straight for the coffee.

“Good morning, dad!” You greeted with a large smile on your face.

“Good morning, sweetheart,” Tony greeted in return, grabbing a cup of coffee before walking to press a kiss on your hair. “Have any plans today?” He moved to sit in the empty chair next to you.

“Just school and then a big science project I need to work on this afternoon.”

“Science project? That sounds interesting. Need any help?”

“You aren’t too busy to help?”

“I’m never too busy for you, sweetheart.” The other Avengers eyed each other, carefully watching the interaction. “Why don’t you come straight to the lab after school?”

“Really?”

“Really.” He leaned forward, kissing your cheek, before standing up. “I’ll see you after school.”

“Yeah, see ya then, dad.”

Tony smiled at you before heading back to the lab. The three Avengers in the kitchen with you moved to sit down at the table.

“That will be nice,” Natasha said, slowly. “When was the last time you worked on something in the lab with him?”

“Oh, a few months, I think,” you answered. “But he’s been busy, saving the world and helping Peter get his feet on the ground now that he’s an Avenger.”

“You know you don’t have to do that, Y/N,” Steve said.

“Do what?”

“Make excuses for him. He’s your father, he should spend more time with you than he does.”

“He spends time with me. It’s just that Peter doesn’t have a father in his life. Dad feels the need to step into that roll. It’s alright.”

“I don’t know how you do it, Y/N/N,” Sam said, shaking his head. “I don’t know how have been able to maintain such a positive attitude throughout everything.”

You just shrugged your shoulders. “It’s not that hard.”

“You know that if it gets too much for you, that we’re here for you right?” Natasha comforted. “Any of us would gladly put your father in his place.”

“I know that, Nat. But I don’t need any of you hurting each other. Thanks for the offer though.” You stood up, swinging your backpack over your shoulder and putting the dishes you used in the sink. “Thanks for breakfast guys! I’ll see you after school!” And then you were gone.

Steve sighed. “I’m worried,” he said. “She’ll break one day. He’ll do something to hurt her and I can’t bare to stand by and watch it.”

“We can’t do anything until she says,” Nat said. “If we do anything, she’ll be disappointed in us. All we can do right now it remind her that we’re here for her and watch carefully.”

~~~

School went slowly, with you constantly watching the time. All you wanted to do was go home and work in the lab with your dad. It had been longer than you’d like to admit since it was just you and Tony in the lab. When you got home, you swung by the kitchen for a snack before making your way to the lab. As you neared, you heard laughter coming from the room. You entered to see Tony and Peter working together on a new Spider-Man suit, laughing. Bruce was on the far end of the lab, minding his own business. You slowly came up to your dad and Peter.

“Hey, dad,” you greeted, smile on your face. “Hey, Pete.”

“Hey, sweetheart,” your dad turned around. “Spidey here ruined his suit during lunch today, so we’re just fixing it up. Mind if you wait a little before we start on your project?”

“Yeah. Sure.”

“Hey, Y/N,” Bruce called, having heard the conversation. “I can help you if you’d like.”

“Oh, no, it’s okay Bruce,” you shook your head. “I can wait. I’ll just be up in my room until you need me, okay dad?” But Tony wasn’t listening, he was back to work with Peter. “Dad?”

“Huh?” Tony hummed, not moving to look at you.

“Just have FRIDAY tell me when you’re ready.”

“Oh, yeah, okay.”

You smiled kindly at Bruce before heading to your room. Bruce sighed as he watched you leave. He knew you had hope that Tony would call you down tonight, but this hadn’t been the first interaction like this that he had witnessed. It hurt him to see you seemly so naive to what was happening to you.

You never did get called down to the lab. But instead of hiding out in your bedroom to do homework all night, you eventually moved out into the common area. Nat, Steve, Sam, Wanda, Vision, Rhodey, Bucky, and Bruce were all already out there, putting together dinner. Bruce had already told them what he had witnessed in the lab and they all already had to stop Bucky from barging down there and giving Tony a piece of his mind. They all smiled though, at you as you walked to the table and set your things down.

“How was school today, Y/N?” Rhodey asked.

“It was school,” you answered with a shrug of your shoulders. “Not too terrible, but also not too amazing.”

“Anything we can do to help you with your homework?” Steve asked.

“No,” you shook your head. “I just came out because I didn’t want to be alone while I worked.”

They all eyed each other and silently promised each other that they wouldn’t let anything ruin your night. They all pitched in to help you with your homework, even though you never asked. All of you worked together to make dinner, laughing and dancing around the kitchen. It was a night to remember. You fell asleep at the table, head fallen into a textbook. Bucky gently took you in his arms and tucked you in for the night. Wishing you sweet dreams with a kiss to your forehead.

You woke up and did your routine like any other day. This time was a little different though, both Peter and Tony were at the table eating breakfast before you.

“Good morning,” you said with a smile.

“Good morning,” Peter replied.

“Did you spend the night Pete?”

“Yeah, by the time Mr. Stark and I were finished, it was too late.”

“Hmm,” you hummed, grabbing a yogurt and a throw-a-way spoon. “Did you get everything fixed?”

“We did,” Tony answered. “Even started designs for a new suit for him.”

“Oh… I’m glad you two got some work done. I’ll see you guys after school.”

“Have a great day, honey!” Tony shouted as you entered the elevator.

~~~

School was the same as the day before, only this time you were coming home with an award for first place in your classes science fair. You were so excited to share the news with your dad. You went straight to the lab to show him.

“Hey, Dad!” You excitedly greeted as you rushed in. “Look what I—“

“Can’t talk right now, sweetheart,” Tony interrupted, heading to his waiting suit. “Peter’s in trouble. I’ll talk to you later though.”

You couldn’t get another word in before he was gone. You waited to move until you couldn’t hear or see hie suit anymore before you went to the common area. Bucky, Vision, and Wanda were in there, sitting around the room.

“Hey, Little Stark!” Bucky said when he sensed you. “How was school? Did your project go well?”

“It did,” you nodded, pulling out the award. “I got first place.”

“You did?” Bucky jumped up to see the award. “Congrats!” He spun you around, causing you to laugh.

“Thank you, Buck.”

“We have to celebrate!”

“Have you showed your father?” Vision asked. “I’m sure Mr. Stark would be so proud.”

“I tried,” you said. “But apparently something happened with Peter that he had to hurry and get to him.” You could see the looks of disappointment with a hint of anger they were giving you. “But that’s okay. I’ll just tell him when he’s back.”

~~~

Unfortunately, you didn’t get to see your dad for the rest of the day or before you left for school the next morning. It did disappoint you a little, that he seemed to be so busy as of late, but you also understood that the things he did were important. You were sitting in your math class, waiting for it to start, when the windows shattered and five people dressed in black from head to toe came bursting in. The classmates around you screamed while you jumped in shock.

“Nobody move!” One of the five shouted, a man’s voice. Each of them were holding up guns. “Stay where you are and nobody move!” You and your classmates froze in your spots. “Very good. Now, those of you standing, get in a seat.”

Your classmates quickly did as they were instructed. You kept your backpack that was resting in your lap close. Your father and the other Avengers, had you carry a bracelet in your bag in case of emergencies. Once you put it on, it would activate a signal for help and would form a Iron Man gauntlet onto your hand for protect. You kept your head down as the five people moved to surround the room on all sides.

“We’re looking for Spider-Man!” Another one yelled, again a man’s voice. “We’ve seen him come and go from this building. If any of you know who he really is, better fess up before it’s too late.”

You could feel the eyes of your classmates on you. They all knew whose child you were and who you considered family. So of course they would look at you for that answer. As carefully and quietly as you could, you slipped your hand into your bag and grabbed the bracelet.

“If any of you know the truth about Spider-Man’s identity,” a woman’s voice shouted. “Fess up now or one of your classmates are going to get what’s coming to them.”

You tensed at the sound of all of their guns cocking. You hated violence, but you weren’t about to let any of your classmates get hurt if you had any say. You took a deep breath before slowly standing up from your seat. Suddenly, all eyes and guns were on you.

“I-I-I know…” You shakily said. “I know who he is… I can take you to him.”

“You’re Stark’s kid,” a fourth voice snarled. “She would know who Spider-Man is. She lives at the Tower with the other heroes.”

“Come here, then,” the first man ordered, seemly the one in charge.

You slowly walked towards him, slipping the bracelet fully onto your wrist. You tried hard not to breathe a sigh of relief when the bracelet fully conformed to your wrist and slowly began forming over your hand. You knew that the Avengers would be here soon.

“I know what class he should be in,” you said, quietly.

“Then take us to him,” the first man growled.

You nodded, turning to head towards the door. But before you fully turned, you lifted your hand and used the gauntlet to take out the two people in the back.

“Foolish girl!” The man shouted.

He aimed his gun at you, but you dodged the bullet. All of your classmates took cover under their desks as a fight began. Another one came up began you, shooting at you. The bullet graze your right side. Causing you to scream out in pain. But you kept going. You quickly took out your shooter before taking out another one of the attackers. Leaving just the main guy. You help up your gauntlet covered hand as he held up his gun. You could faintly hear the emergency vehicles coming closer.

“You stupid girl,” the man snarled. “You shouldn’t have done that.”

“I would do anything to protect another’s life,” you said. “That’s how I was raised.”

“Too bad no one will be able to save yours.”

~~~

The Avengers were all in various places around the Tower, going about their own business when FRIDAY sounded the alarm.

“Miss Stark has used her panic bracelet,” FRIDAY announced to them. “She is currently at the school.”

All of the Avengers rushed to suit up.

“Where’s Tony?” Bruce asked, planning on waiting behind until he was deemed needed.

“He hasn’t been seen since yesterday,” Steve answered. “I’m sure that FRIDAY has told him and he’ll meet us there.”

~~~

The man finished his words and two shots were heard. Both the man and yourself falling to the floor. As you fell, you could faintly see Bucky outside the window, sniper riffle in hand. You looked down to see yourself bleeding from the center of your chest and the side where the bullet grazed. Breathing had become difficult. You heard someone running and jumping into the window.

“No, no, no, no,” Bucky rushed, kneeling beside you. “Doll, stay with me.” His metal hand came to press on your wound as his other went to the comm piece in his ear. “I need emergency medical services on the East side. Y/N’s been shot.”

“Bucky…” you rasped, black dots slowly filling your vision.

“Sshh… save your breath, doll. You’re going to be fine.”

“Oh my gosh!” Steve exclaimed, him and Natasha running into the room. They knelt on the other side.

“D-dad…?” You croaked. “W-here’s my d-dad?”

“He’s on his way, sweetie,” Nat said, trying to comfort you.

“T-tell him-m… that I-I’m sorry… I tried… an-and that I for-forgive him…” You barely got all that out before your world went black.

The EMTs arrived almost right after you fell unconscious. The team struggled to stand by and watch them rush you away in an ambulance. They quickly followed behind, arriving at the hospital right after you. You were immediately rushed into surgery and the team was forced to wait in the waiting room. Bucky and Steve were pacing; Vision was floating; Wanda was sitting in a corner, trying to block out everyone’s racing thoughts; Natasha was sitting in a chair, leaning forward with her hands clasped in front of her; Sam was leaning back, arms crossed and foot tapping; and Rhodey and Bruce were trying to get a hold of Tony. They had been there a little more than an hour when Tony and Peter rushed into the waiting room.

“Where is she?” Tony asked, clearly out of breath. “Where’s my daughter?”

“You would know if you answered the emergency alert that was sent out!” Bucky shouted.

“We were a bit busy trying to find these guys and were threatening Peter!”

“You mean the same guys that broke into the school and threatened Y/N’s class?” Steve growled.

“What?” Tony shook his head. “No. They… They… oh my—”

“And you were too busy to come to your own daughter’s rescue?!” Steve continued. “But, why is that a surprise,” Steve chuckled darkly. “You’re always too busy for her.”

“I don’t like the way you’re talking, Rogers. Be very careful.”

“But it’s true!” Bucky yelled. “Time and time again she’s tried to spend time with you, but you push her aside. Either for a mission or for him!” Bucky pointed at Peter, who immediately looked like he wanted to disappear.

“That’s not true!” Tony retorted. “I spend plenty of—“

“It is true, Tony!” Nat yelled, coming up to face the man. “Just in the past two days, you’ve ignored you twice to spend time with Peter. No offensive, Peter. This really isn’t your fault.”

“Did you know that she got first prize in her science class for the project that you didn’t end up helping her on?” Bucky questioned your father.

“I told her that I’d help her after—“

“After you were finished with me,” Peter interrupted Tony. Everyone turned to look at the poor teenager, who was feeling incredibly guilty. “But we never finished. Or even asked her to stay.”

Tony got quiet, immediately searching in his memories for the events of the past few days. And, unfortunately, his teammates were right. He searched his memories back farther, realizing that it made been months since he’d spent any alone time with his own daughter. Tears pricked his eyes.

“What have I done?” He quietly asked, turning the attention on himself. “What have I done?” He ran his hands through his hair, feeling a panic attack coming on. Tony backed up into the wall. “She’ll never forgive me… I’ll never forgive myself… she’ll die not knowing how much I care for her…”

“Tony, Tony,” Rhodey quickly came up to his spiraling friend. “We can’t think like that. Yes, we haven’t heard anything. But Y/N is not going to die.”

“And she’ll forgive you,” Bucky said. “For whatever reason… her last words before she— she wanted you to know that she was sorry and that she forgave you.”

“She was sorry?” Tony repeated. “How—why?”

“She felt like she didn’t try hard enough for you,” Nat answered.

“What? How could she feel that way? And… and how could see forgive me?”

“She was always forgive you,” Bruce replied. “For everything. She always gave you a reason.”

“I’m a terrible father.”

“Damn right you are,” Bucky agreed.

“Bucky,” Nat scolded.

“No, no, Barnes is right,” Tony said, hanging his head. “And if she doesn’t make it… I’ll never get to make it up to her…”

~~~

It was a long and tormenting wait. They were all constantly moving, constantly changing positions. It was scary, not having heard anything after seven hours of you being back there. They were really starting to fear the worst. By the time the tenth hour came, most of them were prepared for the worst when the doctor come out and called for your family. They all rushed up though, Tony in front.

“Surgery was rough,” the doctor started. “She flatlined a few times. We won’t know the full extent of any lasting effects until she wakes. She’s currently in the ICU. We’ve put her in the most secluded area of the ICU so that you all can come back.”

“Thank you, doctor,” Tony said.

“Why don’t we all go back to the Tower and change, bring food back, so that Tony can have some time with Y/N?” Natasha suggested.

The team all nodded in agreement. They left Tony will reassuring smiles and pats as they went to leave. The doctor walked Tony to your room, where he became frozen at the door. His heart broke into a million pieces at the sight of you hooked up to wires and tubes breathing for you. He didn’t try to stop the tears that began to trickle down his cheeks as he took in your body. He’d never seen you, or anyone else, look so fragile. It was clear that you had lost a lot of blood and that the surgery took just as much of a toll on your body as the bullet wounds had. Slowly, his heavy feet made their way to your bedside, pulling the chair up with him. Tony plopped into the chair, immediately grasping your hand in both of his. He held his head to the hands, crying into them.

“I promise that I’ll do better,” he cried. “Be better… for you… you deserve a better father than me… and, from now on, I promise to be the father you deserve…”

He stayed by your side, for days. With the other members of the team switching off to be there for you as well. A week after surgery, the doctor gave the go ahead to take the breathing tube out of your mouth. It was now completely up to you and your body as to when you would wake up. At this time, none of the team members left the hospital. They all wanted to be there when you woke. It was other two days before you flinched. They all were immediately on edge, watching for more movements. Your eyes fluttered next, clearly taking a while to adjust to the bright hospital lights. Tony stood, so that he could be the first one you saw.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he smiled, a teary, tired smile, as your eyes met his.

“D-dad…” you rasped. “I—“

“No need for that,” he shook his head. “You need to rest some more.”

“Hey, doll,” Bucky greeted as him, Steve, and Sam walked up to the other side. The other team members quickly surrounded the bed. “You gave us quite the scare.”

“Never do that again,” Tony pled, holding a kiss to your forehead. “I am so sorry, Y/N,” he whispered, letting a tear fall onto your face. “I am so sorry.”

“Let’s give them some space,” Wanda said quietly. “It’s good to have you back with us.” The team went to wait just outside the room, leaving the father-daughter you alone.

“I’m so incredibly sorry for the way I’ve been treating you, Y/N,” Tony cried. “I don’t know how you could ever forgive me.”

“Be-because… I… love you… as a daught-ter should love… her father… unconditionally…”

“You’re too good for me. Too good for this world. I love you, honey. So, so much.”

You gave your father the best smile you could. “Start over?”

“Yes.” He nodded. “And, first things first, I’m taking all time off so that I can just focus on you and your recovery. Show you that I mean it.”

“Okay,” you nodded. “You just can’t go polar opposite, helicopter parent. Okay? I don’t know how I’ll be able to handle that.”

“Oh, sweetheart, that’s exactly what I plan on doing.”

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My journey in the MCU fandom on Tumblr: Sharing my thoughts on the Falcon and the Winter Soldier, racism in the MCU fandom and the best and the worse of the fandom

I wasn’t going to write this much but here I am… I don’t even know where I’m going with this but since The Falcon and the Winter Soldier just recently came out, I wanted to share some thoughts.

I joined Tumble because of a show I loved but most of you don’t know it “ Hit the Floor”

I stayed on Tumblr for two reasons only, Anthony Mackie and Sebastian Stan.

Before the Captain America:Civil War premiere, a friend sent me the link to the Sebastian and Anthony ET interview, and I was hooked. In just one interview. I discovered Anthony Mackie. The guy was hilarious!!! I just couldn’t get enough and I knew I had to know more about him. How could he improvise so many funny lines on the spot? He was just amazing.

I had pretty much watched all the avengers movie but that was it. I was not involved in the fandom. So I knew Sam Wilson’s face, but I couldn’t even remember his name if my life depended on it. That’s how much the MCU treated him as a side character.

I was like how the f*ck don’t I know this guy?

His talent reminded me of Eddie Murphy, Jim Carrey or Robin Williams, like yes they can make some emotional or serious movies, but when they want to make you laugh, you will laugh. Whether you want it or not.  I kept wondering how this guy wasn’t more famous.

And the banter with Sebastian Stan? Wow, you could tell their friendship was strong, the way Sebastian lighted up when Anthony was talking, and keep bouncing off his jokes. It was art. the way Sebastian said “ I love you” at the end of the interview. Pure gold.

I then started to watch some of the interviews and boy was that a mistake!!! I literally couldn’t get enough. So I watched all and I say all their interviews, it was the best. We got some gems:

“Why aren’t you looking at me as much”

“Which way is the beach Seabass”

*Them saying nonsense in Spanish and then Sebastian Saying Papi Chulo*

 ¨And so many more, ....

I watched other solo Anthony interviews and he was still HILARIOUS, but you could also tell he felt a little bit more at ease with Sebastian around. I won’t pretend I know him or his personality, but Sebastian seems like a little bit more of an introvert and looks like he doesn’t enjoy the interview experience unless Anthony id around him. Just my thoughts

I watched the interviews before I went to see the movie, I even cosplayed as the Winter Soldier to the movie premiere and I was IN!!! When I saw Captain America Civil War, I became a SamBucky shipper, these two were hilarious and I really so the potential for a great realtionship I love enemy to lovers stories.

I also shipped Stucky because, to me, the trope of the movie was Superhero gives up everything to protect his long term friend” Hollywood movies have some codes and if Bucky were a female character, there is no doubt in my mind that the movie would have been marketed as romance.

Stucky really was an easy ship! But then the MCU fandom of Tumblr fandom messed up everything for me. You see I really liked the CACW and I I liked Stucky, I liked Sambucky, and I loved the introduction of t’Challa’s character, but one of things that affected me the most in the movie was that it was the first blockbuster I watched with 3 black main characters, Rhodey, Sam and T’Challa. That, and the fact that they were planning to realease a Black Panther movie in two years, I was super excited, and that’s the main reason I got involved in the MCU fandom so much, when before, I was just a casual watcher.

If this seem weird to you, then you have no idea how we were only getting crumbs before. For me it was soo huge, I even told all my friends, and they were laughing at me. But usually blockbusters, especially superhero movies get one black character and that’s it, usually the best friend or something and never the leads. So, for me it really was a big deal. How sad is that by the way…

I became more involved in the fandom and, at first, I wasn’t focusing on anything special, Sambucky, Stucky, Stackie, the Black Panther, and even Zemo, whose character I really liked.

But soon I noticed that the CACW tags were always flooded, and I mean flooded with the same two white characters: Steve and Bucky. I told myself, ok that’s fine Steve is the lead after all, but it would be good to see the other characters too.

And then I noticed another interesting trend: Evanstan…. Wait what?

Chris Evans, and Sebastian Stan… did I miss something? Listen, obviously I’m sure they must be friends or something, but you’re going to tell me you watch all MCU the actors and you’re going to focus on Steve and Sebastian? I’m sorry what?

Sebastian and Anthony are right there… Or Chris and Anthony, they even have a secret handshake, only the 2 of them do… what more do you want?

Tell me one iconic Evanstan moment… go ahead tell me… See??? There isn’t.

Because of this and because of how badly some Stuckies were treating Sam and Anthony. I became less and less of a stucky shipper . I mainly focused on SamBucky, Stackie and the Black Panther,

And then the Sebastian Stan stans saw how popular Stackie, Sambucky, were becoming and I started to see some problematic stuff in our fandom too.

I don’t want to generalize, but when you go into the Stackie tag, and you see cropped pictures of Sebastian without Anthony, it’s easy to assume that a Sebastian fan did that. And we know damn well you cropped out Anthony because we watched all Stackie interviews and know exactly which interview your picture was taken from. We know that Anthony was sitting right next to Seb.

You post a picture of Sebastian laughing but you crop out the person who was making him laugh??

“but it has nothing to do with race” How do you know that?

“Sebastian had more screen time” More screen time than Anthony in CATWS or CACW? I don’t think so.

“I have been a fan of Sebastian for longer”, that’s fine but don’t go out cropping Anthony, just post gifs of Seb in his usual, sad, and Anthony-less interviews, not the ones where he’s smiling because his best friend is next to him.

Some of you really are the worst. And just so you know, your fave Sebastian is Anthony’s biggest fan, if he saw pictures where you cropped out Anthony, he would block you on the spot.

When I realized that Anthony Mackie would be the next Captain America I was screaming, no actually, I was crying, Sam Wilson will be Captain America, and Anthony would finally get the recognition he deserves.

You would think that the MCU fandom would focus on Captain America or at least one the two leads, instead of just Sebastian? Right? Right? WRONG.

Anthony is handsome, he’s funny, he’s a great actor, he went to freaking Julliard, he’s at the top, I don’t see what else the man can do??? He should already be a superstar, but no, you will side-line him even to he is the lead of the show.

Even when they are the actual leads, you guys would do anything to bring up the White characters even if it means ignoring the Black characters.

I remember I was having a conversation about Black Panther with my friends and I asked one of my white friends who was his favorite character in BP was and he told me Martin Freeman (don’t even remember his name in the movie) Martin Freaking Freeman, there are half a dozen of great characters and your fave is the only white man??? Ok, ok, that’s great.

Don’t give out automatic reply like “It has nothing to do with race, if you haven’t thought about it first”, because there’s a high probability that it is indeed about race. Stop saying it isn’t, sit down and ask yourself, “Am I biased?” “Why am I reblogging only stuff related to the white characters”.

One of these days you guys are going to make me hate Sebastian with the sh*t you are pulling.

I looove the Stackie friendship and the Sambucky dynamic but after seeing the way some of you treat Anthony and Sam’s character, it make me want to focus on Sam’s character and forget about the rest.

 I remember they were some posts about how Anthony was problematic, and I just lost it. Apparently, there was an old article that resurfaced were Anthony was making a joke about women making sandwiches or something.

If you were offended by the sandwich joke, that is totally ok, and I can understand that.

But if you were offended by the sandwich joke, and saying Anthony is problematic BUT you still stan Chris Evans, Jeremy Renner, ScarJo or even Sebastian Stan, just know that there is a high probability you’re racist.

They have all said or done problematic stuff, and people only seem to remember stuff related to Anthony, which was probably just a joke by the way.

Chris Evans and Jeremy called Black widow a wh*re, ScarJo took roles that she maybe shouldn’t have and I didn’t forget Sebastian shady Instagram post, when Kaepernick was kneeling. There are so many more things to be said about Jeremy Renner but google is your friend.

Anthony also got hate for hating on Tom Holland? Like what? Do you guys even hear yourselves? Don’t you have any friends you like to tease? If you hate someone, do you go around talking about him every chance you get? It was obviously friendly banter but some people wanted to turn it into something it was not. Sigh.

I really cannot with this fandom

 The stackie fandom was small at the beginning and the Sambucky fandom even smaller, but we were there and it was amazing. Sebastian and Anthony received the same amount of love from the fandom and I wish we could go back to those days.

Stop pretending the fandom isn’t racist. Stop saying “it isn’t about race” when you haven’t even thought about.

Saying “it has nothing to do with race” only shows that you haven’t thought about anything but don’t want to be called a racist.

There is racism in this fandom and it will always be there, but if you guys want to do anything about it, you have to acknowledge it first.

You can’t be pulling off stuff like “I don’t see colors”, “ it has nothing to do with race”. Stop, sit down, think about it and then we can have a conversation.

If you’ve made it till the end, I apologize for the typos and grammar mistakes, I wasn’t planning on writing this much.

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[graceful-starker]

Home Ch. 2

Chapter summary: Tony returns home to find out Peter is missing.

Chapter warnings: kidnapping, omegaverse, mpreg, abuse, rape, self-victim blaming

~

When Tony get asked off his plane, he expected his pregnant omega to be bouncing in excitement next to his bodyguard and driver.

He was not expecting Natasha and Steve.

Tony frowns heavily, walking over to the pair. “What’s going on?”

Natasha and Steve share a look, before the latter steps forward. “It’s Peter,” he says softly.

Tony immediately feels his chest constrict. “Where is he? Where is my omega?”

Natasha steps forward now, trying to appease the anxious alpha. “We’re going to find him, okay Tony? I swear it. We’ll find him.”

Tony grabs onto her arms, and Steve shifts as if to stop Tony. As if Black Widow couldn’t defend herself against an unarmed man. “What are you doing here, then?! Go, find him! Now!”

Tony is hysterical, after that. Happy and Rhodey have to wrangle him into the car, and wrestle him into the tower. He doesn’t want to listen or talk; he wants to find his pregnant mate.

He never should have left his Peter.

~

Tony clenches his hands into fists, fighting the urge to cut Fury off. It won’t get him any points.

“…so, I think it’s time to call it, Stark. Most kidnappings are deemed too late after a few days, and we’ve been searching for a month.”

Tony stands up, and Steve’s hand holds him back. Probably for the better. “We don’t stop until he’s either safe in my arms, or we find his body. If you don’t want to use your resources or time, then fine. But I, and anyone who even cares a little bit about Peter, are not giving up.”

“Stark, this isn’t-“ Fury quirks a brow as Tony snarls viciously.

“I can’t breathe, without him. He and my baby are out there somewhere, waiting for me to come protect him! He needs his alpha, he needs me, and he’s waiting for me! You wouldn’t understand, being a heartless monster and all, but you don’t give up on people you love. You don’t just throw in the towel when your mate is missing.”

“Okay,” Steve says, putting himself in front of Tony. “He gets it. We aren’t giving up, okay? Me and Nat and the rest of the team, we’re not giving up. It’s okay.”

Tony still feels the animalistic urge to put Fury into submission, but he doesn’t. “I’m going to my lab. I’m going to have Friday look for him again.”

Steve nods, starting to walk with him. “Okay. We’ll find him, Tony. We’ll find him.”

~

Tony takes a sip from his whiskey, scrolling through more images.

Every time Friday sees someone who looks even remotely like Peter, she sends Tony a picture. And Tony looks at the omega, knows it isn’t his omega, and gets depressed.

Friday is looking through every cell phone, every computer camera, every security camera. Whoever has Peter is smart, and is keeping him out of view.

Natasha has started knocking on people’s doors, if they have houses with basements or attics.

Steve and Bucky going through every single possible way the kidnapper could have left. They’re checking car rentals, car purchases, bus fares, taxis; everything.

He even has Strange searching for Peter. He doesn’t know what the wizard is doing, but the more people that help the better he feels.

Not that he feels good, really. He feels like he’s in a constant state of panic and desperation.

It’s been two months since he’s seen his omega. Since he’s held him, kissed him, smelled him. Since he got to talk to his baby growing inside Peter.

Two months.

~

Peter is trying his hardest.

But he’s lost track of how long it’s been since he’s been kidnapped. He doesn’t remember how long it’s been since he saw his kidnapper, let alone Tony.

His bump is bigger. His baby kicks more. It’s been a significant amount of time. But how much time?

He does know that it has been exactly 7 sleeps since his last meal. The pains in his stomach are agonizing, and all he wants is something to eat.

He’s so hungry, that he ate a dead fly that was laying in the corner of his room.

After he wakes up for the 8th time to no food, and it’s been hours since he felt his baby move, he can’t take it anymore.

Tony will forgive him. Surly. It’s for their baby, otherwise he wouldn’t do this. He wouldn’t.

“Alpha,” Peter wails at the door. He’s been doing it for weeks now, but he never gets a response. “Please alpha, your omega needs you,” he tries. That part is new.

“Please, your omega needs you alpha…you have to take care of your omega! I’m starving!” He puts a hand on the door, tears streaming down his face. “Please, I don’t want to die!”

The door opens, and Peter almost shouts in relief. He attacks the alpha in a hug, sobbing into his chest and nuzzling against his neck to scent him.

Every fiber of Peter’s being is screaming at him that this is wrong, that he’s betraying Tony, that he’s a terrible omega.

But then the alpha pulls back and smiles down at Peter, leaning forward with puckered lips, and Peter can’t think anymore.

He reaches up on his tip toes, kissing the alpha as hard as he can with how weak he feels.

The man pulls back, smirking happily down at the omega. He’s obviously proud of himself for getting Peter to this level of desperation. “Hello, omega.”

“Alpha,” Peter cries, clinging to his clothes. “Please, I’ll be so good for you alpha! I promise!”

“I know you will,” he says ominously. “My name is Beck. I’m your alpha.”

“My alpha, Beck,” Peter repeats, trying his best to be good. He needs to learn how to be good, so he can earn time with another human and food.

Beck nods, stepping further into the room. “Are you ready to be my good omega, now? No more fighting? No more silly words about a different alpha?”

Peter nods desperately, still holding onto Beck’s clothes. “I promise. I promise I’ll be good. I promise.”

Beck hums happily. “Good,” he says. He pulls a granola bar out of his pocket, handing it to Peter.

The omega grabs it like a feral beast, ripping the plastic open and taking a huge bite. He chews as fast as he can, barley even tasting it before it’s gone.

Beck laughs at him, shaking his head fondly. As if the omega did something funny. “Such a little piggy you are,” he teases. He hands Peter some water, and the omega gulps it down.

Now that his belly is full and he knows he isn’t going to die, it’s harder to keep playing nice. But he knows he has no choice; he has to stay alive until Tony rescues him, after all. “Alpha…thank you alpha, thank you!”

Beck hums and leans down for another kiss, and Peter fights his revulsion. “Good omega. You have to keep my baby safe growing inside of you, don’t you?”

Peter physically flinches at the words. He doesn’t want to being his baby into this. It feels like a bigger betrayal than just kissing another alpha for food. “Y-yes, alpha.”

“Say it,” Beck growls, smile disappearing. “Say you’re growing my baby inside you.”

Peter’s throat constricts, and he fights back the urge to cry. It won’t help; it’ll hurt, actually. “Alpha, I’m growing…I’m growing your baby inside of me,” he forces out, tears building in his eyes.

Beck grins evilly, a sadistic glow in his eyes. “Good boy,” he coos, pulling Peter close and kissing him again. “How about I get you a bed, since you’ve been such a good boy?”

Peter gasps at the idea. He’s been sleeping on the cold concrete floor for…however long he’s been here. “Oh alpha, you’re so kind to me!” He wails.

Beck chuckles darkly. “I know,” he agrees.

~

Peter climbs into Beck’s lap, kissing at his neck and whimpering softly.

“What’s wrong, pet?” Beck coos, hands sliding down to cup the omega’s ass.

“I want…I w-want…a sh-shower, alpha. It’s been so long since I’ve been cleaned,” he looks up at Beck with big wet eyes. “I’m too dirty for you, alpha, you deserve better!”

Peter would normally feel bad about manipulating someone like he’s manipulating the alpha. But Beck is the one manipulating Peter, so he thinks it’s okay.

“You are dirty,” Beck agrees. He seems to think about it for a moment, before sighing. “Okay. You and I can take a shower together, okay?”

Peter pales a little. So far, Beck hasn’t done much to him. But a shower is…it’s a place where something would be easy to happen.

“Unless you don’t want your alpha to keep you. Maybe you’d be better off as a dirty whore, hm? I’m sure you’d be worth a pretty penny-“

“No!” Peter cries, shaking almost violently at the thought. “No I…I want to be good for you, alpha. I only want you to touch me, I don’t want any other nasty alpha,” he begs.

Beck seems pleased by Peter’s words, and squeezes Peter softly. “Good boy,” he says. “Come on, let’s go shower.”

Peter has a hand cupped around the back of his neck, leading him like a punished puppy. He’s forced up the stairs, and into a hall bathroom.

Beck locks the door, and starts the shower. He’s watching Peter the entire time, as if the omega plans on bolting.

Peter doesn’t know how he would get out of here, even if he did try.

“Okay omega, it’s warm. Get undressed and get in.” Beck starts to undress himself as well, as if it’ll make Peter feel safer.

It doesn’t. It makes him feel even more scared.

But he strips, and he slowly makes his way into the shower. Beck steps in behind him, and then turns Peter around to face him. “Good omega,” he coos softly, barley able to be heard over the water. He tilts Peter’s head backwards, and Peter closes his eyes to avoid getting water in them.

He lets the alpha run his fingers through his hair, the water soaking it. The alpha’s hands slide down, running over Peter’s neck. They move up to slide over his cheeks, cupping them with his thumbs resting on Peter’s lips. “You’re so beautiful, omega,” he purrs.

Peter forces himself to smile, keeping his eyes closed. “For you, alpha,” he mumbles.

The older man hums happily, moving his thumbs and stealing a kiss. Peter kisses back softly, not wanting to put too much effort into it.

He sighs happily as Peter does, before pulling back and putting shampoo in the palm of his hand.

Once Peter closes his eyes and the smell of the flowery shampoo fills the air, he can pretend it’s Tony giving him the shower it lulls him into a false sense of safety.

But then, he has to wash Peter’s body.

Beck takes his time while washing between Peter’s legs, rubbing between his cheeks and circling his finger around Peter’s hole.

“Alpha,” he whispers, starting to get scared.

“Sh, not today darling. You aren’t ready yet. I promise.” Beck says back. He then moves his hand around, grabbing Peter’s cocklet and stroking from base to tip.

“Wait, alpha,” Peter feels tears spring to his eyes, and his knees start to shake.

How the hell would he explain cumming from another alpha’s hand to Tony? Getting raped is one thing, but no one wants an omega who enjoys getting off by another alpha!

“It’s okay, I’m not going to hurt you, omega. I’ll never hurt you. I’ll only make you feel good,” the alpha promises.

Peter starts to cry, holding onto the alpha’s shoulders weakly. “W-wouldn’t you r-rather me g-get you off alpha? What k-kind of omega p-puts their p-pleasure above their alpha’s?”

Beck groans, and Peter can see his cock twitch between them. “You’re such a perfect omega, aren’t you?” He asks rhetorically. “That’s right baby, but this is what I want right now. It’ll bring me pleasure angel.”

Peter silently cries, chest heaving. He can pretend that it’s the water cascading down his face if Beck asks.

Peter tries his best to not enjoy it, he really does. But Beck’s hand is so soapy and wet and tight and warm, and he—

It takes much longer than it normally would have, but Peter does finish.

He shakes with guilt after, sobbing as he clings to Beck.

Tony might save him, but he won’t want Peter after he finds out what he did to survive.

Beck coos and pets Peter’s back. “It’s okay,” he says softly. “It’s okay. You’re such a good boy, my perfect little omega.”

“Please,” Peter sobs brokenly. “Please, I want to go home.”

Beck laughs meanly, rinsing Peter off. “You are home, silly! This is the only home you’ll ever have again, and I’m the only alpha that will ever want you again.”

Peter sobs brokenly; he agrees that Tony won’t ever want him again. But it still hurts to hear it out loud.

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[spooderboyandtincan]

You’re Gonna Miss Me

(When I’m Gone)

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/ST*RKERS DNI/

~~~~~

Tony doesn’t know why he’s so nervous.

That’s a lie. Utter bullshit. He’s lying to himself. Tony knows exactly why his heart is fluttering in his chest like he’d run a marathon, why his chest struggled to rise like there was twenty pound weight rested on it. 

Though to be fair, when he made an anonymous donation of a meager 50,000 dollars to Midtown Science and Technology, he hadn’t expected Peter’s decathlon team to put in a request to the school board to travel abroad, and he definitely hadn’t expected the school to immediately approve it. He thought they’d use it to replace the sudsy water in the bathrooms they called soap with the real stuff or some shit, not whisk his kid away to Vienna for a whole week where Tony couldn’t even hug him, couldn’t protect him. 

Peter is thrilled, though. Ecstatic. When he’d broken the news to Tony and May, he’d been over the moon with excitement, his round cheeks flushed pink and his eyes gleaming. Even two weeks ago, Tony had felt a deep sense of apprehension kindling in his chest, but with the date seemingly so far away, he’d pushed it to the back of his mind. 

He wishes now that he’d done something. He should have told Peter he couldn’t bear to be without him like he was an actor in a cheesy soap opera (it was true, he couldn’t); tell Peter he needed him on a “mission” that would mysteriously be canceled. Though they’d probably end up taking a plane or a suit to Vienna anyways (despite what he liked to say to Rhodey, he was not at all immune to Peter’s puppy eyes); hell, he should have purposely tripped on the stairs and broken his leg so Peter, sweet, kind, empathetic Peter, would immediately decide to stay by his side where Tony could keep him safe.

He missed Peter when he was at his apartment in fucking Queens, thirty minutes from Stark Tower. He didn’t know how he’d handle having him 4,222 miles away. He didn’t know if he could.

“Damn,” he hisses, pushing himself from his bed with a grunt and making a beeline towards Peter’s room. He dashes in. The sight of his sleeping son (read: lump of blankets) is enough to take his breath away.

Tony had missed him. It had been four hours since he’d tucked him in and kissed him goodnight, and Tony had missed him. Peter was fifteen feet away. 

This trip is going to be the death of him. He’s going to drop dead of a goddamn heart attack before Peter even gets on the plane. 

Tony sinks carefully onto the mattress and rests his hand on the boy’s neck, some deep, parental instinct in him immediately soothed by the slow, steady beat of his pulse. Peter is curled under the thick blue blanket, only his chestnut curls visible which are tinged blue from the Iron Man nightlight on the wall, his breath puffing out in those little snuffling snores that Tony absolutely adores. 

He leans down to kiss his temple, inhales the familiar scent of his favorite strawberry shampoo and is overwhelmed by the wave of infinite love that washes over him. He loves this kid so much it sometimes hurts. 

Leaning back, he smooths his thumb over Peter’s cheekbone. He doesn’t want to leave the boy’s side. He doesn’t know if he physically can. Maybe asleep Peter has somehow sensed this, because there’s a small mewl from the bundle of blankets, and two bleary doe eyes flutter open. 

“T’ny?”

“Hey,” Tony whispers, running a hand through his curls. “Hey, jellybean. Sorry I woke you up.” Peter rolls over with heavy limbs and rubs his eyes with a fist in a childlike motion, yawning in a way that resembles all those yawning kitten videos he’s made Tony watch. 

God, he’s adorable, Tony thinks. His heart is melting. He’s so small, so young. Tony feels an instinctual, almost uncontrollable urge to protect this kid, to wrap him in his arms and keep him from harm for the rest of time. 

Peter is oblivious. “‘S… s’okay,” he mumbles. His hand sneaks out of the blankets and tugs on his arm lethargically, which the genius knows is sleepy Peter language for “cuddle with me.” Tony chuckles fondly and slides under the covers.

He props himself up on an elbow and gazes down at his beloved boy, stroking a finger down his cheek. Peter smiles sleepily up at him from his assortment of pillows. “Hi.”

His face splits into a wide grin. “Hi, Pete.” 

Peter frowns at him then, a sudden change from his drowsy, half-asleep state. “You… you ‘kay? Wha’ time’s it?” He tries to sit up, but Tony hushes him gently with a “Everything’s okay, bud, just a typical 2am visit from your friendly neighborhood Iron Man.”

He smiles, so Tony counts the joke as a win. It’s not one of his best, but hey, forgive him if he’s a little anxious about his kid going to another fucking continent. 

(He refuses to acknowledge that it’s not just being away from Peter that’s stressing him out, it’s the fact that anything could happen to him while they’re apart.)

Tony looks back to Peter, opening his mouth to talk, only to find that he’s completely conked out. He balls up the sleeve of his sweatshirt and wipes the line of drool tracing down the boy’s chin away, finding that a soft smile has formed on his face, the one that only makes its appearance around Peter.

Peter snuggles into him the second he lies down, resting his curly head just over his heart. Tony wraps a protective arm around his back and rubs small circles on his soft blanket hoodie. “G’night,” he whispers, bending to kiss the top of his head. “Sweet dreams, baby. I love you.”

He can feel Peter’s heartbeat thumping steadily against his chest- can hear his soft kitten snores. The warm weight of his body is so comforting that for a moment he thinks that maybe, just maybe, this trip isn’t going to be the end of him. That everything’s going to be okay.

~~~~~

Peter’s starting to regret eating all those waffles for breakfast. He feels shaky all over, like he could collapse or throw up any second. He’d told Tony he was going to pop in the bathroom, but he’s been in there for at least ten minutes, settled back on his heels on the cold, grimy floor of an airport bathroom, trying to breathe properly.

Speaking of Tony, he can hear the man just outside the door, typing on his phone and sipping from a cheap cup of coffee. Peter immediately experiences a hot flash of guilt, realizing that he must have grown worried while he was gone. 

Sure enough, the door swings open and there’s a soft knock. “Pete? Everything okay, bud?”

Peter stands up and unlocks the stall. “Tony,” he sniffles, taking an unsteady step forward. Tony rushes forward and gathers him in his arms

“Whoa, hey, hey, you’re okay,” he says gently, rubbing a hand up and down his back. “You’re okay, Pete. Breathe, just breathe, bud. It’s okay.”

“I don’t-” Peter whispers. “I don’t know, Tony, I-I wanna go, but I can’t, I don’t know w-what to do.” 

“Breathe, honey. It’s okay, I’m here, we’ll figure this out, okay? You just gotta take a breath, alright?” 

Peter tries- fails. Tries again, and manages to gasp a breath in. “Sorry,” he croaks, when he can properly breathe again. “Tony, I-I don’t-”

“It’s okay,” Tony murmurs, squeezing him tight. “Nothing to be sorry for, Pete.” After snatching a paper towel and soaking it in the sink, he runs the scratchy cloth over Peter’s face and kisses his forehead when he’s done. “Okay, bubba. You wanna go back out or stay in here?”

“Out,” he replies without hesitation. The flickering white lights above are starting to give him a headache, not to mention the leaky faucet and the freezing tile floors and the faulty air conditioning. Tony leads him out with an arm around his shoulder and guides him to a little nook, where they both plop down on a neon green beanbag. 

“My parents died in a plane crash,” Peter whispers. 

Tony squeezes his shoulder. “I know buddy. I’m sorry.” Unlike a lot of the “sorries” Peter has heard, this one is sincere. Sometimes he forgets that Tony is an orphan too. 

“I- I mean, logically, I know the plane won’t crash,” he continues, “But I guess it’s still hard for me to believe that. Like a- a gut feeling?”

The man nods in understanding. “I know how you feel, kiddo. I was terrified of cars after my parents died- I took the subway everywhere despite the paparazzi bloodhounds.” Tony doesn’t broach the subject of his parent’s deaths often, especially not in a crowded public airport, so Peter makes sure to pay attention. 

“Then, the fear just kinda… vanished.” He wiggles his fingers dramatically. “I started driving without even thinking, didn’t realize I was in a car ‘til I got on the highway. I had to pull over when I did, but since then, I’m perfectly fine with cruisin’ at 80 mph. But,” he says seriously, meeting Peter’s eyes. “I think you should listen to what your gut’s tellin’ you, buddy. It’s important to listen to yourself- what inner you is saying.” He pokes Peter’s belly a couple times for good measure, which makes his face scrunch up adorably. 

Peter nods, and really tries to listen to his gut. The pair both go silent in concentration, and then- his stomach grumbles. They both burst into laughter, born more from nerves than hilarity.

“Inner you wants to eat,” Tony snorts. “I think I saw a place with the biggest blueberry muffins of my life by the escalators, wanna stop there?”

Despite eating a huge stack of waffles just hours earlier, Peter wolfs down two of the gigantic blueberry poppyseed muffins, much to the amusement of Tony.

They made their way to the gate, where Peter’s teacher, Mr. Harrington was lounging, dressed in an ugly red sweater, his long legs stretched in front of him. 

“Peter!” he cried as he spotted them, scrambling to his feet. “Thank god, I was beginning to think I had the wrong date! We’re leaving today, right?”

“Oh, yeah Mr. Harrington, we’re going today!” Peter laughs. He’s used to dealing with his scatter-brained teacher. “I’m actually here early, the plane’s supposed to leave at 1:00.” He gestures vaguely to the big digital clock over his head reading 11:54 AM, EDT. 

Mr. Harrington frowns. “I thought it left at 8 am! You mean I’ve been here for hours in this awful chair when I could have been sipping a piña colada in my jacuzzi?!” He collapses back in his chair and pulls a sleeping mask over his eyes with a sigh.

“Sorry, Mr. Harrington,” Peter chuckles, then pulls Tony to a row of uncomfortable seats in the corner of the waiting area. 

They sit in comfortable silence for a bit, just watching the various travellers rush past. A little girl, around two or three, comes up and shyly asks for Tony’s autograph, but no one else recognizes the genius. (Thanks to his foolproof disguise of a baseball cap and scarf covering up his iconic beard, the genius claims.)

“So, what are we thinking?” Tony asks after about half an hour. “Do you wanna go?” He secretly hopes Peter will say no, hopes that they can go home and binge watch all of the Star Trek episodes and fill their bodies with junk. 

Peter nods hesitantly. “I think so. I-is that okay? I might change my mind, but- yes. Yeah, I think I want to go.”

 Tony squeezes his hand. “Of course it’s okay baby, that’s perfectly fine. If you change your mind, you know what? That’s great too. Whatever you want, that’s what’s important.” He kisses Peter’s forehead and lets his hand linger for a moment where it rests on the boy’s cheek. “If you change your mind at any point, I’ll come pick you up, okay?”

“Thanks, Tony,” Peter breathes, slumping heavily against his side.

“Of course, bud. Anything for my Peter.” 

They stop for lunch at a cozy little coffee shop, which is thankfully devoid of fans and paparazzi. Peter orders (or rather, makes Tony order) a small hot chocolate (with extra marshmallows and whipped cream) even though drinking a lot before a non-stop ten hour flight is probably not the best idea. (He can’t help it. He’s nervous.)

When the pair gets back to their gate, they find Ned and his family. The boy’s greet each other enthusiastically, performing their signature handshake, while Tony simply throws up a peace sign to Ned’s rather stunned parents. 

The friends pull out their phones -probably playing one of those ghastly animated games that Peter is always quoting. Tony pretends to look busy on his phone, but really, he’s just trying to distract himself from the terrifying fact that he’s not going to see Peter for a week.

Too soon, the speaker crackles, a crisp voice announcing, “Attention. We are now boarding flight 367 nonstop to Vienna, Austria. Now boarding flight 367 nonstop to Vienna, Austria.”

Tony’s heart stops. Peter freezes. 

No, they think at the same time. Not yet. 

Peter turns to Tony, panicked. “Hey,” the man says, pushing away every anxiety, every worry away so he can focus on his kid. He sees Ned approach them, but stop when his father places a hand on his shoulder. “Hey, it’s okay. Breathe, baby, it’s okay.” 

“Tony.” Peter wraps his skinny arms around his waist. 

“I know, baby, I know.” Tony kisses the top of his head and hugs him close. “Follow my breathing. You’re okay. We’re good.”

Around them, the members of the decathlon team are rising, but Tony and Peter sit in those unforgettable chairs, clutching each other tightly, not yet ready to let go. 

“I’m gonna miss you,” Peter whimpers. 

“I know kiddo, me too. I’m gonna miss you so much, but I’m always gonna be here, okay? If you need me, just call, or text, use morse code, doesn’t matter. I’m always here for you.”

“I’m here for you too,” Peter says. “I- I’ll call you every day.” Peter’s bottom lip is trembling, just barely, but enough for Tony to hug him a little tighter and kiss his forehead. “I love you, Tony,” he sniffs.

“I love you too, Pete. I love you so much.” Tony’s not crying. He’s not. The restaurant a few stores down is just cooking onions, that’s why his eyes are watering. 

Peter pulls away and grabs his duffel bag, taking a step toward the loading dock. Tony tries not to burst into sobs. Stay, his mind whispers. Please stay. 

Then Peter turns around, eyes full of tears, and slams straight into Tony’s chest, hugging him so tight he can barely breathe. Tony rocks them back and forth, cherishing everything about his sweet boy. When they finally break apart, Peter says, “I’ll be back before you know it,” echoing what Tony has said to him so many times before he leaves for a business trip. 

Then he smiles a watery smile and runs to catch up with his best friend. Just before he disappears into the loading dock, he turns around and waves wildly at Tony.

Tony waves back, grinning. “I love you,” he mouths.

“I love you too!” Peter mouths back, and steps into the dock.

“I love you,” Tony whispers, hastily wiping the dampness from his eyes. “I love you, Peter.”

~~~~~

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[protect-anthony-edward-stark]

Tony in India - scene analysis 💕

Peter is attacked by the Vulture. His suit detects the danger and activates the parachute function.

- Tony did everything to protect Peter. He made a great, high-tech suit for him, making sure to put in a parachute, an AI, a lots of features and everything he might need in any situation to make sure he's totally protected.

But during his descent, Peter gets wrapped up in the fabric and almost drowns.

-- Imagine how Tony must have blamed himself, he who always blames himself for everything, that something like this happened to Peter

- Tony always worries about Peter, and wants to be alerted to anything that happens to him.

He puts a baby-monitor protocol in his suit to be able to watch over him

He puts a tracker to be able to find Petet wherever he is, because he knows what it's like to be lost, and to come to his rescue when he needs it

And he thought about what he experienced before to make his suit

- He puts the parachute because he saw Pepper and Rhodey almost die falling, and doesn't want it to happen to Peter.

- And he puts this heater so that Peter is not to suffer the cold as it happened to him in Iron Man 3.

"You're in dire need of an upgrade. Systemic, top to bottom. 100-point restoration. That's why I'm here." - Tony in Civil War

He asks Peter what exactly he wanted to do. He doesn't yell at him directly without listening (like his father did with him) but asks him for explanations and tries to understand.

He listens to him and understands what Peter is saying, trusts his judgement and his words and later calls the FBI to take care of it.

Tony is in India because he needed to step back, take stock (cf: a homecoming adaptation book I have) and reflect on everything that just happened in Civil War. He needed to get away from the empty Avengers facility.

But even on vacation he always keeps an eye on his loved ones to make sure everyone is okay.

He's really afraid that Peter will get hurt or get killed trying to deal with things that are too big for him. He wants him to understand that it's also good to save and help people on daily life without doing big things every day.

He listens to the messages Peter leaves him every day and remembers the little details he told him like the fact that a woman gave him churros to thank him.

(He will also remember that Peter left the band and how long ago in the ferry scene)

At this moment we can see that his hand is shaking like when he's about to have an anxiety attack. He just got so scared for Peter.

Imagine, Tony was trying to rest in India and all of a sudden FRIDAY tells him that Peter is in danger and then a few seconds later that he's about to die.

He's also afraid that Peter won't listen to him and will continue to get into dangerous situations like this and he needs Peter to listen, he can't bear it if anything happens to him.

"And if you died, I feel like that’s on me. I don’t need that on my conscience"

This is the proof that Tony would never make Peter face anything that he knows he won't be able to or that would put him in danger.

Peter was already Spider-Man before he met Tony and the only thing Tony did was upgrade his suit to make it safer. And then always makes sure that he stays safe.

That's why the kill mode is not activated in his suit for the moment. Tony created it because he knows that if Peter stays in this superhero path, he will have a lot to go through. And Tony tries to make the journey the least painful possible. He knows that this mode will be used one day, but obviously not for now.

When they went to the airport Tony thought they wouldn't even have to fight because he was always hoping to prevent fights. But he knew that if they did have to fight they wouldn't hurt Peter.

Plus he had spoken with him before to make sure Peter was ready. And they had discussed to make sure that Peter would stay away and not even approach them to avoid any injuries.

"What we discussed. Keep your distance. Web 'em up."

He trusts him to handle the problems properly and do the right thing

He wants Peter to be a normal teenager and have a normal life. He wants him to focus on his studies and knowing his potential even offers to help him get into MIT.

He always took care of Peter and did everything to protect him and for him to be happy. He's the best mentor and he deserves the best 💕

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[wannabe-fic-writer]

WandaNat x Reader : Safe

Summary: What is it that they say about a woman in uniform?

Warning: Violence

Word Count: 2,481

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“Lieutenant Colonel Y/ln.”

Hearing your name, you stand up straight, the brown paper grocery bag in your hand clutched a little tighter as you do an about-face. 

The mystery man himself, Nick Fury, steps from the shadows of your apartment buildings hallway. Right off you can tell he wants something from you, if not for him just showing up, it’s written in the smirk on his lips.

“It’s been a while Lieutenant Colonel.”

Steam billows from the mug as it fills with coffee, and after dropping a spoonful of sugar in it, you carry the mug over to Fury. Then move to lean against the wall opposite his spot on the couch.

“I don’t think I’m the fit for your special team Nicholas.” 

After you had invited the man in, he’d informed you that he wants you to join the Avengers. His reasons somewhere along the lines of you having special skills and being able to relate to a number of the people on the team. 

You’d given it a little thought as you fixed him some coffee. 

Having just left active duty, you assumed you would have some down time until your next deployment. Not that you were going to be “relaxing” anyway, but still.

“That’s where you’re wrong.” He sips from the mug and sets it on the table,“ you are more than fit. And I’m certain you’d appreciate the distraction.”

You lift your head, taking in his words. They hold deeper meaning and you know what he knows. He knows you go to group therapy with other Marine Corps members, both active and retired. He knows you struggle with dealing with what you’d seen out there. 

“I have an obligation to serve my country Nicholas. That would come before your special team.” You inform him while also avoiding that topic.

He nods,“ an obligation you won’t have to neglect. The second you’re assigned for deployment you can go, until then, you’re an Avenger.”

Just like that, one meeting with the man, and you were walking up the graveled path to the Avengers compound. Fury waiting for you beside the door.

The man smiles at you,“ everyone’s inside waiting to meet you. Follow me.”

Walking into the usual meeting room, Natasha pulls a chair out for her girlfriend. Wanda smiling up at her softly.

The woman takes a seat as well, looking to Steve,“ what’re we meeting for again?” 

Steve shrugs,“ Fury didn’t go into detail.” 

Everyone in the room waits patiently for the arrival of Fury, filling the time with light chatter until the door is pulled open and the man walks in.

Eyes widen at the form that enters behind him.

Natasha’s gaze subconsciously wanders down the uniformed woman. She takes in the way the pristine navy blue and red striped pants fit her legs and the form fitting coat adorned with medals. 

Trailing up her body only to be a little shocked when she meets the woman’s striking e/c eyes. 

The two hold eye contact until Fury speaks.

“Ladies and gentlemen, this is Lieutenant Colonel Y/n Y/ln. Lieutenant these are the Avengers.” Fury gestures from the uniformed woman to the group surrounding the table.

All eyes follow you as you go around formally introducing yourself. Starting by shaking Steve Rogers hand as well as Bucky’s. Then saluting Rhodey and mentioning that it’s an honor to meet him.

When you reach her girlfriend, Natasha notices the seemingly nervous pause Wanda has, before rising and shaking your hand. She holds it a little longer, held titling to the side and Natasha knows her girlfriend is reading you.

Based off your expression, you know as well. And you let it happen. She let’s go before it becomes obvious to everyone else and with a nod you move to Natasha.

Up close the woman can’t help but appreciate how good the uniform looks on you. How the coat fits but still leaves much to imagine. 

“Natasha.” She introduces personally, shaking your hand.

Again you nod,“ it’s a pleasure.”

From there you shake Tony’s hand and Peter’s, who does so over excitedly. You then reassume your spot beside Fury.

“Lieutenant Y/ln will be joining your ranks until her next deployment. Simply lending a helping hand on missions.” Fury explains your presence.

Hands linked behind your back, you look at them all, adding,“ but only when need be. I’m not here to take anyone’s position, nor will I be overstepping.” 

Wanda’s little smile at your words isn’t missed by Natasha and she makes a mental note to ask about it later.

“In that case, let me give you the grand tour.” Tony cuts through the silence, walking over to you.

“Lead the way.” You gesture for him to walk first and follow after.

Fury leaves shortly after. In the silence, everyone non-verbally agrees to make you feel welcome unless you prove you should be treated otherwise. 

And it’s a decision that everyone is glad they make. Especially Natasha and Wanda. 

There had been an instant physical attraction toward you from the moment you walked in. That attraction grew the more they saw you and learned about you.

In the beginning the physical part led it. They would see you in the gym at the early hours in the morning, adorned in your uniform camouflage pants and a perfectly fit green t-shirt. Or in that same outfit as you ran with Steve around the compound.

It was clear that the team was growing fonder of you by the day. 

Rhodey had begun speaking with you about your served time and his only to find other common interests with you along the way. Both Steve and Bucky found your loyalty and dedication inspiration and took to that. 

Tony had grown closer to you over a conversation about his company’s departure from weapons manufacturing. You’d simply found it admirable and later became interested in what he was currently doing.

Obviously, impressionable Peter Parker was taken with everything you did. He worked out with you, asked about your service, and took a genuine interest in what you do daily in and out of the Marines. 

But Wanda and Natasha.

The two women learned about you at a slower rate than the rest of the team. For a number of reasons.

Wanda didn’t want to learn about you. Having had been so physically attracted to you the second she saw you, she made it a point to avoid you. She loves Natasha and didn’t want her seeming crush on you to get in the way of that.

Natasha mainly wasn’t sure if she should trust you. You’d come off to her as too perfect.

Personally, you thought the women didn’t take a liking to you. Which kind of sucked. Not only had they seemed like great women based off what you saw from their interactions with the team, but they were incredibly beautiful.

You knew they were together but that didn’t stop you from doing your best to be friendly toward them: speaking in passing or starting conversation when together. In the end you assumed they just didn’t want anything to do with you.

That all changed in the span of two nights.

Both being particularly hard nights for you. Where your PTSD had become too much. 

The first night, due to nightmares, you found yourself awake in the common room with a glass of straight vodka. And Natasha had found you. The far off look in your eyes was one she was familiar with and the pure human side of her carried her to you.

She’d simply sat with you. Her surprise set in when she felt your head resting on her shoulder. A conversation had barely begun between you two, one simply about nature as you both looked out the window, and you’d fallen asleep.

The second night you spent in another country.

Both yourself and Natasha, as well as Wanda, were sent on a mission in Egypt. You all settled in, ate, and went over the mission before heading to bed. 

Wanda couldn’t bring herself to sleep though. Since you couldn’t bring yourself to sleep. 

Your thoughts were loud and she wasn’t trying to listen but she couldn’t ignore it. You’d sounded so scared and anxious. Both emotions she never would’ve associated with your strong and confident persona.

So there was no way she would leave you in that state by yourself. After knocking on your door, she’d offered to make you tea and the two of you sat together. When Wanda noticed that your thoughts hadn’t changed. She used your powers to calm your mind. 

As you fell asleep that night, head resting on her shoulder like you had Natasha the night before, you had no idea how hard your actions had made her fall for you.

People had always been scared of her powers and you just trusted her to use them to help you. Not a single hesitation in your eyes. 

What they didn’t know was how safe they’d made you feel in such a short time.

On your own, there was no way to get the nightmares to stop. You had always just distracted yourself when woken up by them. You’d read, watch nature, workout, and occasionally drink. But going back to sleep wasn’t a thing.

The fact that their presences were so comforting spoke to you.

It all came to a head the next day on the mission.

First having seen how good you looked in your desert camouflage uniform made their hearts flutter, something Natasha would only admit to Wanda. And then on the mission. 

Your group had been clearing the enemies base and were under heavy fire when you saw Wanda using her powers. It was clear the young woman was concentrated and so she hadn’t seen the people aiming their guns at her. 

Natasha had watched in slow motion as you ran to protect her girlfriend. Effectively taking a bullet for her as you ducked for cover and then throwing back a grenade they had thrown in the first place.

Shielding Wanda’s body from the blast sent you both crashing into the wall behind you. But you took the brunt force of it and had fallen unconscious.

Both women were beyond worried for you but had to focus on clearing the building. The second they did, they gave you their undivided attention. 

Working together, they got you back to the safe house and set out to clean your wounds. 

“Wan, remove her jacket and shirt I need to get a better look at the entry point.” Natasha instructed before going to grab a first aid kit.

It was a bit of a struggle to shred your unconscious body of your uniform but the second she did she froze.

Taking in the sight of your mostly bare torso. On both you sides sat tattoos. Tribal tattoos. Your sports bra covered the top of the tattoos that seem to start under your breasts, and stretch down below the hem of your pants.

“Staring isn’t po-” Natasha’s teasing falls short as she sees the cause of her girlfriend’s staring.

But she manages to pull herself together faster than the younger woman. Telling her to stare later because they have to help you.

After having successfully cleaned your wound, Natasha removed the bullet and thanked whatever higher power that no internal damage seemed to be done, and stitched you up.

The two showered and sat in the living room. It was clear they had a lot on their minds.

“I have feelings for her.” 

Natasha almost misses the whispered words from her girlfriend. Almost.

Sighing, she leans back into the couch.“ Me too.”

Wanda scoots closer and snuggles into Natasha’s side,“ so what do we do?”

“Tell her.” 

“Is that-”

“Tell me what?” Your groggy, slightly pained voice meets their ears and they look behind them to see you walking from your room, hand clutching your side.

You hadn’t put a shirt back on which served as a momentary distraction.

Smirking, you ease into the arm chair beside the couch,“ staring is rude.” You joke, effectively pulling them from their daze.

They see the question still in your eyes and look to each other. Should they tell you? How would you react?

“If you aren’t comfortable telling me it’s fine.” You assure, laying back with a a groan.

Wanda takes a deep breath and sits up,“ Y/n, Natasha and I know that this isn’t the most normal situation. And we know that things could always come up, especially with the chance of you being deployed-”

Natasha, seeing the confusion in your eyes, stops Wanda with a hand to her thigh,“ we have developed feelings for you.”

“We?” You’re quick to ask.

Both women couldn’t be saying they like you? Both? 

They nod.

You hum,“ what does that mean? How would it even-” you cut yourself off.

It’s silent as you all think. One solution seeming to circle all of your minds. It’s not unheard of, just unorthodox. 

“You become our partner.” Natasha finally speaks, looking at Wanda then you.

A hand raises to run through your disheveled hair,“ you mean, the three of us in a relationship.”

The smallest of smiles tugs at Wanda’s lips at the idea. Is it scary? Yes because nothing is written in stone and as she said anything could come up. But she’d still like to see where this goes.

You’re special and neither of them could deny that.

A number of thoughts run through the women’s minds when you stand and move to sit on the coffee table in front of them.

They watch cautiously as you hold your hands towards them and just as cautiously, they accept them. Instant warmth. Instant safety. All in a single touch.

“We all know this could end badly, correct?” You ask, knowing full well that it would most likely end badly for you before them.

Scooting to the edge of the couch, Wanda’s thumb strokes the back of your hand.“ We know.” She nods, confirming it with Natasha through a look.

“But we want to try.” Natasha adds, scooting closer as well.

A moment of nervous hesitation sets in. And shockingly to everyone, Wanda breaks it by moving forward to kiss you.

It’s simple, her lips pressing to yours as her free hand cups your cheek. But it’s still an incredible feeling. One you hadn’t felt in seemingly forever and one she finds similar to her first kiss with Natasha.

Said woman joking about missing all the fun and then kissing you as well. 

From there, the three of you spend an extended amount of time(after reporting back to the team) talking about what this relationship truly means. New fears linger, as to be expected, but it’s nothing compared to the anticipation and genuine trust you all have in this. 

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