i just realized that mj for peter like pepper for tony. parallels
During a fight when Stephen was injured, and Pepper and Tony lost their shit
if they make what if with fem!tony and steve that would be so ugly.
fem!tony should be in happy wlw relationships with pepper
marvel had one job - ONE JOB! - to show me pepper’s face when tony came home with an alpaca after she’d sent him off to buy bread or something else trivial
and they failed
Ok, but picture 20 years from now and Morgan Stark decides to reopen the Stark expo for it being the 20th anniversary of her dad saving the universe. She gets onstage, crowd cheering her both Peter and Harley are right off stage for support. As the crowd dies down, she starts to give her speech and when she mentions how brave her daddy was the crowd starts cheering again, they start chanting iron man and she starts to get emotional. After a few minutes, she collects herself and starts again, not before ending with “here’s my dad, our hero, Tony Stark” and then a hologram of Tony appears and he says “ So, you guys miss me yet?” As the crowd loses their shit.
pepper’s hand was really covering tony’s arc reactor as she whispered ‘you can rest now.’ as if she was trying to hold on to him…… and tony’s battered, bruised hand was holding hers in place as his heart stopped… holding pepper’s hand was the literal last thing tony stark ever did
New fic up on AO3! This is part of a series, so if you don’t want to be confused, please go back and read the first part.
It wasn’t on purpose, not that Morgan understood. She wasn’t zoning out in third grade math, for she heard everything that her teacher said. She tried to understand. But as soon as she had to put the lesson into practice, she couldn’t remember anything. Was she the only one with this problem? How was it that she understood everything from second grade and before, but third grade? Nothing made sense. Could she, the daughter of Tony Stark, possibly be bad at math?
Tony: I just love watching the sunset. It reminds you to slow down and really appreciate life.
Pepper: Tony, the sun is rising.
We are sad sad bitches we cry about Tony’s death but RDJ is with us
Me after finally watching Endgame for the second time:
*sobbing uncontrollably in a corner, hugging my knees to my chest and rocking*
“What do I do now, Mr. Stark?”
The thing about higher brain function is that it often negates lower brain function.
Should any human being be able to ignore their own growling stomach for days on end? No. it’s in our very nature to nurture ourselves. It’s one of the first things they code into us. Eat/ sleep/ reproduce. That is the fundamentals of human process.
But supposed “geniuses” have this inhumane way of completely negating all other human needs in the pursuit of a fixation. The pursuit predator’s short cut to higher brain function.
Some have deemed it a fascination. To watch someone in their fixation build, create, discover. To watch the most intelligent of us achieve.
That’s what they say at least. Mark Virginia Potts down as unimpressed. In fact, watching the love of her life spill coffee down the side of his face because he forgot to turn away from the screen before sipping, makes her call total bullshit on that one. The fact that the coffee is also burnt and cold as ice, makes her roll her eyes.
Tony continues to type away at his holo-keyboard like he isn’t tapping and sliding his fingers through a puddle of coffee. His bulging bruised eyes not taking even a moment to blink as they are locked to the screen.
It was bad when it was just Tony. When he was her boss and she wasn’t morally obligated to make sure he didn’t short his heart out on the saddest coffee she’d ever laid eyes on. It was bad when it was just him and his suites and a busted old coffee pot for days on end.
But now, now that Bruce and Peter have joined the shit show, it’s so much worse. Those three might have papers and degrees and aptitude tests and shit to designate them geniuses, “the most intelligent men earth has to offer” but Peter has webbed his feet to a wall head dangling just high enough above the floor to shove a pillow under in order to, and she quotes, “let gravity hold his eyelids up”. And Bruce has stripped down to his socks, undershirt, and lab coat sometime since last night. Though he’s still sitting crossed legged in the exact same spot holo-screens encasing him in a done of pallid blue light.
They started out collaborating, she’s sure if it. They’d been gathered around a table throwing ideas back and forth. Now however they all sat spaced apart. Only screens flicking from one person to another indicated any sort of interaction. They were all facing a different wall for God sakes!
The mini-fridge had run dry at lunch yesterday and from the looks of it, no one had attempted to find food elsewhere.
Intern at Stark industries, they said.
Take that position, they said.
It’ll look good on your resume, they said.
Be Tony Stark’s assistant, they said.
It’s a once in a lifetime opportunity, they said.
They didn’t say she’d be left in charge of an entire fortune 500 company and a hyperfixating man child with zero self-preservation skills and his enabling partners in crime.
But her time as personal assistant did equip her with an array of weaknesses to be exploited in the pursuit of finagling her husband.
The entire spread of burgers, pizza, Thai food, swarm, and eggplant parmigiana in the dining room was level one. Level two was Steve waiting in the elevator as back up if necessary. Level three was an auto generated text from aunt may to Peter’s phone. And finally if all else fails, level four was to just grab the coffee maker and run.
She took a deep steadying breath trying not to focus on Peter struggling to unstick his eyelids from where they dried open. None of them had noticed her standing in the doorway for going on three minutes despite the elevator pinning doing her arrival. Just enough time to come to terms with the fact that this was her circus and those, those her monkeys.
Hi, anon! I’m sorry this didn’t turn out to be a traditional serious “official” ceremony, with friends and family and vows, etc…but I still hope you enjoy reading!
I have no idea how to describe wedding dresses, feel free to come up with your own design 😆 Feel free to think up the music they used for the dance, too, because otherwise the whole montage plays out in my head to this song.
[obnoxious note, 8/24/2019: NOT ACCEPTING NEW PROMPTS AT THE MOMENT. Thank you for understanding 💕]
So I was remembering OUAT and how I was a *hardcore* captainswan shipper, and I still am in love with it, but I haven’t ever created anything for it, which made me think of all the ships I love and I just started like crying because I can’t give my whole heart to all of them all the time. Basically what I’m saying is that I love so many things but I can’t love them all at the same time. If anyone knows how to manage this, lmk.