Last night I had a dream it was a episode of Scooby-Doo featuring the Ghostbusters but Lieutenant Colonel James (Rhodey) Rhodes was one of the Ghostbusters.
"But, it’s a trick!“ Clint spun a chopstick in his hand. Y/N’s head swiveled to face him as Thor chuckled, "Oh, no. It’s much more than that.”
"Uh, ‘Whosoever be he worthy shall haveth the power!’“ Clint stopped spinning his chopstick to mock Thor, "Whatever man! It’s a trick."
"Well please, be my guest.” Thor gestured towards his hammer. Y/N laughed as Clint’s face turned a little bit pale. He had clearly not expected Thor to allow his challenge.
"Yeah!” Thor grinned as Clint stood.
Tony smirked at Clint, “Clint, you’ve had a tough week. We won’t hold it against you if you can’t get it up.”
Everyone laughed, except for Clint. He looked down at Thor, “You know I’ve seen this before, right?”
He grabbed Thor’s hammer with his right hand and pulled it with all his strength. He grunted as it refused to budge before releasing it and laughing, “I still don’t know how you do it!”
Tony looked up at him, unsurprised, “Smell the silent judgment?”
Clint turned to face him and gave him an irritated look, “Please, Stark, by all means.”
"Uh-oh,“ Natasha and Y/N sighed in unison as Tony stood.
"Never one to shrink from an honest challenge,’ Tony pushed past Clint and took hold of the hammer.
Clint smirked, "Get after it.”
"Here we go,“ Natasha gave Y/N an exasperated look. Tony slipped his hand through the hammer’s strap, "It’s physics.”
"Physics!“ Bruce said, doubtful. Tony looked over at Thor, "Right, so, if I lift it, I… I then rule Asgard?”
"Yes of course,“ Thor watched as Tony grabbed the hammer with both hands.
"I will be re-instituting Prima Nocta,” Tony propped his right foot on the table and tried to lift the hammer. Like Clint, he also grunted when the hammer didn’t move. He quickly let go and removed the strap from his right hand, “I’ll be right back.”
He returned with his armor’s hand and tried to lift it again, but failed. Rhodey tried to help him by using his armor’s hand as well, “Are you even pulling?”
Tony looked at him, slightly embarrassed, “Are you on my team?”
"Just represent! Pull!“
"Alright, let’s go!” The pair tried to pull as hard as they could but failed yet again. Y/N giggled as Bruce tried next. He half-heartedly tried to turn into the Hulk but stopped when everyone except Natasha stared at him.
Thor sat relaxed on a couch as Steve stood to try. Y/N watched as he gripped Mjolnir with both hands. Tony and Rhodey shouted out encouragement as Steve began pulling.
"Let’s go, Steve, no pressure.“ "Come on, Cap!”
Only Thor and Y/N saw it, but the hammer moved the slightest bit when Steve had pulled on it. Thor’s smile immediately faded when he saw it. Y/N looked at Thor to see the alarm written across his face. She laughed nervously when Steve failed anyway, causing Thor to snap out of his shock.
"Widow?“ Bruce looked at the female. She leaned back onto her couch, "Oh, no no. That’s not a question I need answered.”
"All deference to the Man Who Wouldn’t Be King, but it’s rigged.“ Thor chuckled at Tony’s words. Clint tapped his shoulder in agreement, "You bet your ass.”
Tony scanned the room to find others who hadn’t gone. His eyes landed on Y/N. She tried to hide behind Natasha, but Tony had already seen her, “Y/N! You haven’t gone. Come up here and give it a shot!”
Y/N tried to refuse, but the rest of the Avengers wouldn’t let her skip out. She slowly got up and gave Thor an apologetic look. She lightly gripped the hammer with one hand and gave it a tug. She almost fell over when it lifted off the table.
The Avengers stared at her in shock. Y/N quickly set it back down and turned towards Thor. His eyes widened as he realized what he just saw. She ran out of the room when he stepped toward her.
"Wait, Y/N!“ He chased after her. It didn’t take long for Thor to catch up to her. Y/N tried to dash into an elevator to escape him, but he managed to squeeze in with her. She looked down and stepped away from him as he strode toward her. Reaching out, Thor trapped her against the wall with his arms.
Y/N looked anywhere but at him, refusing to look at him after what happened. Thor gently gripped her chin with his large hand, pulling her face up so she was looking at him. Then, without warning, Thor kissed her. It wasn’t rough, but it wasn’t soft. It was a kiss full of passion and longing and respect. It was a kiss that showed how much he cared for Y/N. It was a kiss that made Y/N’s head spin and legs grow weak. It was a kiss that Y/N longed for again when they finally took a breath.
Thor looked into Y/N’s eyes and whispered gently, "You are worthy.”
Should I do a part 2?
Please feel free to request!
WARNING: Endgame spoilers! Also some kissing and death.
Y/N: Your name
E/C: Eye color
H/L: Hair length
H/C: Hair color
F/N: Father’s name
"Alright. Bring it down low… Right on that line. That’s it… down…down…“ Rhodey got off the Benatar as it was landing. Clint called over to him, "Hey, can we hurry it up?”
"Guys, chop-chop. Come on. We’re on a clock,“ Y/N walked over to the pair, Nebula close behind. Clint watched as she fiddled with the ships’ controls, directing it to the next destination, "All that, is really helpful.”
Nebula looked up at him for a moment before turning back to what she was doing. Rhodey leaned over to Y/N and hugged her, “Take care, okay?”
Y/N smiled and hugged him back, “Yeah.”
"Take that stone and come back. No messing around.“
Clint looked at Rhodey, "Hey. You got this.”
"Yes sir,“ Rhodey gave Clint a slight smile. Y/N walked back to the ship with Clint, "See you back.”
"You guys watch each other’s six.“ Y/N and Clint look back and smile. Y/N gave a little wave as Clint replied, "Yeah.”
They walked back into the ship as the hatch closed. It took off and sped towards Vormir. Nebula watches the ship as it disappeared from the atmosphere, “The coordinates for Vormir are laid in. All they have to do is not fall out.”
Back in the Benatar, Y/N and Clint stared out of the front of the ship. It took a jump through space and sped up. Clint looked at Y/N, “We’re an awful long way from London.”
Y/N jumped and looked at him startled as she comprehended his words. Her eyes widened as she realized what he meant and she laughed.
Clint looked directly in her E/C eyes as she laughed. He studied the flecks of color in her pupils, her H/L H/C hair that shifted with each gasp for breath. He leaned in towards her as her laughter died out. Y/N smiled at him as he gently took hold of her hand and rubbed patterns along her palm with his thumb.
"Hey, what’s wrong Clint?“ He had stopped smiling. His gaze shifted from her eyes to her full, soft lips. His mouth opened slightly as his eyes fluttered back up to Y/N’s. He suddenly spun her around, pushing her against the wall. She gasped as his hand moved up her arm to her neck. He reached behind her head, pulling her closer to him by the back of her head.
"C-Clint, what are you doing?” He ignored her and slammed his lips against hers. Her eyes widened in surprise. Y/N had loved him for the longest time, and then the thing in London happened, but she wasn’t sure if he had truly loved her back. Until now.
Clint wasn’t too rough, but he wasn’t gentle about his intentions. When Y/N decline him access to her mouth, he pinched her butt, causing her to gasp. He took the opportunity to ravage her mouth.
She felt a wave of need fly across her body as he traveled from her mouth to her neck. He sucked and bit at the dip between her neck and collarbone before creating a trail of hickeys down her chest. Clint looked up at her as she moaned, “God I love you so much.”
Y/N was about to reply when she felt the ship lurch underneath her. Clint glanced towards the front window to see Vormir. They looked at each other as they stepped outside. Y/N internally groaned at what she could’ve just missed out on. Clint stared at the huge mountain in front of them, “Wow… Under different circumstances, this would be totally awesome.”
Y/N only sighed and began walking.
"I bet the raccoon didn’t have to climb a mountain,“ Y/N muttered as she slipped on yet another loose rock. Clint reached down and helped her up, "Technically, he’s not a raccoon, you know.”
"Whatever. He eats garbage,“ Y/N brushed herself off and kept walking. Clint chuckled and followed her. As they turned a corner, they heard a voice in front of them.
"Welcome.” Clint and Y/N whipped out their guns, aiming them at an approaching figure. “Y/N, daughter of F/N. Clint, son of Edith.”
"Who are you?“ Y/N watched as the figure stepped into view, revealing Red Skull.
"Consider me a guide. To you, and to all who seek the Soul Stone.”
"Oh good. You tell us where it is. Then we’ll be on our way.“
"If only it were that easy.” Y/N glanced at Clint as Red Skull led them to a cliff.
"What you seek lies in front of you… as does what you fear.“
"The stone is down there,” Y/N stared at the bottom of the cliff, examining the stone floor. It had a round, intricate pattern around the cliff. It also seemed to have darker spots nearer to the cliff.
"For one of you. For the other… In order to take the stone, you must lose that which you love. An everlasting exchange. A soul, for a soul.“
Y/N sat on a nearby log, analyzing what he had said. Clint studied Red Skull for a moment before looking back at her, "How’s it going? Jesus… Maybe he’s making this shit up.”
"No, I don’t think so.“
Clint chuckled humorlessly, "Why, ‘cause he lives here? ‘Cause he knows that we’re desperate?”
Y/N glared at him before sighing, "Thanos left here with the stone without his daughter. It’s not a coincidence.”
"Yeah,“ Clint muttered.
"Whatever it takes,” Y/N registered what had to be done. Clint watched the expression on her face and recognized what Red Skull had meant.
"Whatever it takes,“ Clint whispered as Y/N stood.
Y/N turned to face him, "If we don’t get that stone, billions of people stay dead.”
Clint smiled sadly, “Then I guess we both know who it’s gotta be.”
"I guess we do.“ Clint reached out for Y/N’s hand. She looked down at his outstretched hand and looked back up to see the hopeful look on his face. Y/N took his hand.
"I’m starting to think, we’ve been different people here, Y/N”
"For the last five years I’ve been trying to do one thing: Get to right here. That’s all it’s been about… Bringing everybody back.“
Clint laughed, "Oh, don’t you get all decent on me now.”
Y/N glanced at the cliff before glared at him, “What, you think I wanna do it? I’m trying to save your life, you idiot!”
"Yeah well, I don’t want you to, because I… I love you so much Y/N. I couldn’t bear to lose you. You know what I’ve done. You know what I’ve become.“
"I don’t judge people on their worst mistakes.”
"Maybe you should.“
"You didn’t. You even fell in love with me.”
"You’re a pain in my ass, you know that?“
Y/N laughed and leaned her forehead against his. He reached up and gripped her chin with one hand, brushing back a loose piece of hair with the other. He leaned in and kissed her. It wasn’t a rough or needy kiss. It was soft and gentle, unlike the situation.
Clint pulled back, watching Y/N’s eyes flutter open, "Okay. You win.”
She looked up at him confused as he gave her a gentle smile. It quickly morphed into a sad smile as he kicked the back of her knee, knocking her to the ground, “I love you.”
Y/N grabbed his arm and pulled him down beside her before swiftly getting to her feet, “I love you more.”
With that, she electrocuted him and began running toward the cliff. Clint struggled on the ground for a moment before leaping to his feet and shooting an explosive arrow next to her, knocking her down. She groaned and looked up at him and he threw his bow off to the side. He glanced at her as he sprinted to the side of the cliff, leaping off.
Y/N threw herself off after him, grabbing him and hooking him up to a grappling hook, shooting it into the side of the cliff. She grunted as the line snapped tight, swinging the pair into the stone wall. Y/N was shaken out of Clint’s arms when they collided. He quickly grabbed her arm with one hand.
He saw the line holding the pair up and looked back down at Y/N, “Damn you!”
Her eyes were wide as he attempted to reach her with his other hand. He was so close to grabbing her hand, but couldn’t stretch any farther. He groaned in pain and had to grab onto the rope to keep them both from falling.
Y/N felt her hand slipping. She glanced down at the stone floor. She could see from there that the darker spots were not just dark stone. They were pools of dried blood. She looked back up at Clint. Her voice shook slightly, “Let me go.”
His face was contorted with pain and despair as he groaned, “No. Please, no.”
Y/N’s face was filled with peace and love, “It’s okay.”
Clint’s eyes welled up with tears, “Please Y/N! I… love you.”
Y/N simply nodded before kicking off the wall, ripping her hand free from Clint’s grasp. His face filled with shock as she plummeted to the ground, “NO!”
He tried to pull himself free, but could only stare at her body as multiple emotions flickered across his face. Despair, regret, sorrow, heartache, hopelessness. Blood pooled around Y/N’s body as the sky began to create a funnel of light around the mountain.
The sky rippled and teleported Clint into a large pool of water. He felt something in his hand and uncurled his fingers to reveal a small, glowing orange stone. Tears dripped from his face as he hit the ground in anger. His Quantum Suit activated and he shrunk back into 2023.
"Did we get them all?“ Bruce asked as soon as Clint appeared.
Rhodey looked at him, "You telling me this’ll actually work?”
Bruce glanced around at the other Avengers before looking at Clint, “Clint… where’s Y/N?”
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Pepper: Now it’s your turn, Tony! Tell us your secret.
Tony: Okay…uh, I might have a crush on Strange.
Rhodey: Tony, she said secret.
I don’t even know where to begin explaining but over in TLA’s D&D campaign land Tony/Gabriel and Rhodey are engaged twice over.
Tony proposed first (it was totally a joke!) and now Rhodey proposed again (not a joke!!) just to seal the deal.
these christmas lights keep shining on (without you here)
Summary: With Christmas right around the corner, Peter doesn’t know how he can move on without Tony. Thankfully, he has his family to help him through it.
It’s into the early hours of the morning, around six, when Peter steps out of the house, shrugging on his jacket. His footsteps are heavy from his winter boots on the wooden planks on the front porch as he makes his way over to the stairs.
A fresh layer of snow had fallen at some point during the night, adding to the seven inches of snow they already had before.
Peter takes a deep breath, inhaling the crisp, cold air as he walks across the yard, footsteps crunching in the snow under his boots, walking past Gerald’s warm little barn. The alpaca is nowhere in sight, probably still asleep in his barn.
There are two lawn chairs a few feet away from the dock overlooking the lake that were never brought inside for the season. Peter brushes the small pile of snow off of one with a gloved hand before sitting down, breathing out a long foggy breath from his chapped lips. He can feel the freezing wood through his sweatpants, causing him to shiver, teeth chattering slightly.
He doesn’t really know why he’s out here this early in the morning while everyone is still sound asleep inside the house. With Christmas being a few short days away, it’s been hard. After a rough night filled with insomnia and nightmares, Peter’s absolutely exhausted, running off of a mere two hours of sleep. But that’s how he’s been living lately, even though he’s really just been existing.
Nothing is the same anymore.
Peter had been foolish to think that it would be after blipping back and… after Tony’s death. Then the whole thing with Mysterio happened over the summer and Peter’s identity being exposed as Spider-Man.
It was just too much.
Way too much for Peter to handle on his own.
Before all of this, before Thanos came and ruined their lives, he always had Tony around. Tony always knew the right things to say and do to make things better. Whether it be giving Peter advice about something he needed help with, or the two of them simply hanging out together, tinkering in the lab or watching movies and eating takeout food.
Tony was always there for him, no matter what.
But now… he wasn’t.
Tony was dead.
“If you were good enough… maybe Tony would still be alive.” Quentin’s voice rang through Peter’s head at that moment.
Peter closes his eyes, lightly squeezing the warm mug in his hands. Beck had really done a number on him and Peter doubted that those therapy sessions with Sam, May and Happy keep telling him to go to would do him any good.
Letting out another sigh, Peter opens his eyes again and tries to push away all of his thoughts in favor of just sitting here, trying to enjoy this beautiful morning.
The sun was coming up over the pine trees across the frozen, snow covered lake, illuminating the snow a gentle, sparkly white. The sky is a beautiful mixture of pinks, yellows and blues in the sunrise. This is one of Peter’s favorite things about being here at the Stark’s lake house. He got to see incredible things, taking him away from the hectic city life he was used to back at home, allowing him to have a little bit of peace and quiet instead of loud honking horns and yelling people in the streets of Queens.
Being here for almost three and a half months now while laying low, Peter now understood why Tony had loved this place so much, and how he’d given up being Iron Man after he and Pepper got married.
It only made Peter wish that he had been around to see it, to see Tony grow into the role of being a husband, and then shortly after, become a father to Morgan.
Then again, Peter had seen that change in Tony before. Tony was more of a father to Peter than a mentor.
Peter brought the mug up to his lips and took a sip of his steaming coffee, warmness flowing through him. He had started drinking coffee a few months back, filling it with milk and sugar to chase away the horribly bitter taste, maybe as a way to feel closer to Tony because of how it had been his favorite thing to drink.
It was silly and Peter knew it, but he didn’t really care. May was the first one to pick up on it but she’s never said anything to discourage him, nor has he said anything to her about it. She’s just… accepted it, now brewing enough in the mornings for the both of them, sometimes enough for Happy as well whenever he was around, which was a lot now since the two of them were dating now.
There are a few other things Peter’s started doing, like listening to AC/DC, Led Zeppelin (he now knows the difference between the two), Journey, and a few more rock bands he found when he went through Tony’s music playlist one day, a few weeks after the funeral.
Doing things that Tony used to do, listening to his favorite music, drinking coffee… it made Peter feel closer to him, like Tony was still here.
Maybe Tony had done what Peter’s doing right now during those five years, sitting by the dock, gazing out at the lake.
This was going to be their first Christmas without him. Pepper’s first Christmas without her husband, Morgan’s first Christmas without her dad, and Happy and Rhodey’s first Christmas without their best friend.
Peter has always loved Christmas, ever since he was a kid, but now… he was absolutely dreading it, wanting nothing more than it to be over. It just wasn’t going to be the same without Tony, and it never would be.
Peter seems to have lost track of time as he sits there, his fingers going numb long ago, his now empty mug resting on his lap.
“Peter? What are you doing out here, honey?” Pepper’s soft voice comes from behind, taking him out of his thoughts.
Peter turns in his head to look at her as she walks down the pathway towards him, his heart clenching when he sees that she’s wearing one of Tony’s jackets.
He swallowed around the lump in his throat, turning back to the lake. “I couldn’t sleep, I guess.”
Pepper stops at his side, the fabric of the jacket rubbing together as she crosses her arms over her chest.
One thing that Peter’s learned these past few months of staying here, is that Pepper is very intuitive. She’s always able to tell whenever Peter’s sad and what’s on his mind. Maybe it was her motherly instincts kicking in. May is the same way.
“Will it… will it ever get any easier?” Peter asks after a few moments, not really sure why he says it, maybe for some reassurance that it was alright to feel the way he does.
Pepper let’s out a small breath through her nose, sending a thin foggy trail into the cold air. “Right now, it doesn’t feel like it will. But it does… it’s hard… but it does.”
Peter feels her hand fall on his shoulder, gently squeezing. He closes his now moist eyes, the growing lump in his throat almost painful now.
“I miss him… so much.” He whispers.
Her thumb rubs small circles on his shoulder. “I know you do, honey. I know.” She softly says. “I know it’s been hard, especially with Christmas coming up, but we’re all here together. We’re… we’re going to get through this together.”
Peter wants to believe her, he really does, but nothing in this world could ever make him feel better. Nothing will ever get rid of this crushing grief that plagues him everyday, sometimes so bad to the point he can’t find the strength to get out of bed in the morning.
“How about we head back inside and get you warm? I don’t want you to catch a cold.” Pepper tells him after a few moments, her hand sliding to his back.
Peter hasn’t realized that he’s shivering until now, no longer able to feel his face anymore with how cold it is. He gives in and silently nods, pushing himself to his feet, mug in hand. Pepper wraps her arm around his, pulling Peter closer to her side as they walk up the pathway leading to the house.
When they get inside, they’re alone downstairs and the house is silent as they slip out of their shoes and jackets.
“Want some hot chocolate?” Pepper offers as she leads him over to the sectional in the living room.
“Sure.” Peter says as he sits down, allowing her to cover him with the throw blanket from the back of the couch. “Extra marshmallows?”
“Of course.” Pepper says with a smile.
She turns away and heads into the kitchen, leaving him there, lightly shivering away under the warm fleece blanket on the couch.
Peter glances over at the end table beside him, his heart clenching at the sight of the framed photograph of him and Tony, the day when they made Peter’s fake internship official. Peter had the same photo back at home, shoved away in his desk drawer because of how painful it was to look at it sometimes.
They looked so happy there in the picture, before all of this, during simpler times when alien weapons dealers were the biggest threat.
As Peter sits here, looking at the photo, he wonders if he’s ever going to feel that happy again.
Because without Tony… Peter feels completely lost and all alone, with no way of finding his way back home.
Tony had been his home.
And now, he was gone.
Pepper walks back over to the living room a few minutes later with two mugs of hot chocolate, handing Peter his. Peter offers her a small smile in thanks as she takes a seat at the other end of the couch, curling her legs up underneath herself.
As they sit there, engulfed in a peaceful silence in the warm cabin, the Christmas tree’s lights softly glowing in the corner of the room, Peter can’t help but feel a little better. The grief was still there, just not as overwhelming as before.
“Thank you… for this.” Peter tells her, breaking the silence.
Pepper smiles over the rim of her mug as she looks at him, her eyes soft and knowing, motherly, even. “Anytime.”
Pepper is not stupid. She knows the way that Tony looks at Rhodey, she knows the way they’re so close.
almost too close, her brain whispers insidiously.
She’s not sure what happened or is happening. She has questions on the tip of her tongue, but how do you ask your boyfriend about if he has feelings for his best friend?
And it’s not like he doesn’t love her just as much. He treats her to her favorite foods on rough days, gives killer massages, and looks at her like she hung the moon.
But there’s something there.
And she knows that there’s something there because Rhodey looks at Tony like he hung the moon and he looks so sad when he sees Tony kissing Pepper on the forehead.
Pepper does not want to ask. But she does. Because sometimes you need to know things, and she is tired of being on the edge of anger when she sees Tony and Rhodey asleep on the couch or laughing about something they’d done while out together.
“I do love him,” Tony says quietly. “But I won’t act on them.”
Pepper’s hands still.
“May I ask why?” she asks.
“I don’t want to stop loving you in this way,” Tony responds. “I can’t stop loving you in this way. And if that means that I have to give up something then that’s…that’s okay.”
Pepper nods. She brings Tony into a hug.
But something’s on the edge of her mind.
She’s not sure she’d exactly mind if Rhodey and Tony were dating. It certainly wouldn’t be traditional, but she doesn’t want to restrict him. And besides, Rhodey’s a good man, someone she’s looked at more than once.
Tony deserves happiness. She thinks that much.
So then it’s time to plan. Pepper’s good at plans. That’s partially why she’s CEO, and why she knows that her plans will work.
The first plan is simple: she has to tell Rhodey.
She tells him that she knows he loves Tony.
“You do?” Rhodey asks. His eyes are wide, mouth open.
“Yes,” Pepper says. “I’m not blind. But I don’t want you to stop you from loving him, or from…pursuing him. Ugh, that sounded weird. Point is, I’m not opposed to you two dating.”
“Um, okay,” Rhodey says.
And because both Tony and Rhodey are admittedly dense, Rhodey decides to say “thank you” and walk away to process.
Her next plan is to tell Tony that it’s okay to date Rhodey. Because it is!
“But I don’t want to hurt your feelings,” Tony stresses. “And I don’t want to break up.”
“We don’t have to,” Pepper says, grinning. “I’m okay if we…three date. I wouldn’t mind it.”
“Oh,” Tony says. “Does this mean you have a plan?”
“You know me so well, honey.”
The plan is simple: Tony and Pepper will invite Rhodey to the Best Dinner Ever, Tony will ask Rhodey out, and things will hopefully go okay after they communicate.
Problem is, in the middle of dinner, there’s a fire that spreads from the kitchen to tables and Rhodey’s a stupid hero and knows how to help and uses his shirt to smother the fire.
Rhodey’s jacked. There’s no denying that.
This throws Pepper and Tony’s plans out the window because when faced with a chest as nice as Rhodey’s, you are at a permanent loss for words and will either say nothing or something very stupidly obvious.
“We, um,” Tony says, eyes unable to look away.
“Look,” Pepper says, looking around at the room. “We want to date you. Like, for real.”
“Really?” Rhodey asks, eyes wide.
“We tried to give you a fancy dinner but then fire,” Tony squeaks out. “Also, no shirt. You look very nice.”
“I’ll have to wear it again for our next date then,” Rhodey grins. He pulls Tony into a hug, followed by dragging Pepper in and kissing them both. “We should probably talk about this shouldn’t we?”
“Definitely,” Tony says. “But maybe after tonight.”
“Pep, you agree to these terms?” Rhodey asks.
“Yes,” Pepper agrees, smirking. “After tonight.”
The three of them come down to breakfast noticeably happier, relaxed, and have an announcement for the team.
Thor slides money to his husband.
“Told you,” Bruce says nonchalantly. “I know what’s going on. I’m in the know.”
“I’m going to have to inform you that I had to explain what a cheese knife was to you,” Rhodey remarks over his shoulder.
“I was born in Ohio, we legally can’t know things,” Bruce shoots back.
Tony snorts as he gets out the eggs and bacon.
“Overeasy for Pep, fried for Rhodey,” he says softly.
“Thanks babe,” Pepper says. Rhodey gives Tony a soft kiss to the forehead.
By all means, this will probably be difficult. But Pepper thinks it’s worth it when she gets to see Tony smile as widely as possible.
Pairings: Tony Stark x Rhodey
Summary: Late night realisations at MIT and a very observant mother can lead to wonderful things
@panicfob Christmas challenge #3 : hot chocolate
Warnings: self realisations, friends to lovers, (Tony’s 18 & Rhodey’s 21)
masterlist || 25 days of Christmas masterpost
Tony never said he was smart.
Genius? Yes. Give him a pile of metal and wiring and he could make anything.
But smart? No. When faced with emotions to this extent it was fair to say that Tony was the epitome of stupid.
“Tones? Tony? Hey!”
He snapped back into focus as a hand clapped in front of him, instantly forcing a fake smile on to his face.
“You back with me?”
“Yeah, Sorry honeybear, what were you saying?”
Rhodey looked at him wearily, relaxing back in his seat, eyes never leaving Tony.
Tony almost scoffed at that, relaxed. That was the opposite of how he felt right now. Of course his realisation would come to him during their movie night, not somewhere away from Rhodey where he could freak out properly without getting called out on it.
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies)
Characters: James “Bucky” Barnes, Sam Wilson, James “Rhodey” Rhodes, Shuri, Doctor Strange, Original Female Character/OC
Relationship: James “Bucky” Barnes/Reader,
Word Count: 1504
Author’s Notes: So guys, I got some pretty bad news regarding my grandmother. I am going to try keeping this up on one per day, but at this point I make no promises.
Chapter Two: Decorating the Tree
One thing was certain, they were in no way moving this coffin until they had a better understanding of what was inside.
Bucky had immediately suggested calling Shuri, while Rhodey had been the one to suggest calling in Dr. Strange. Sam was holding out against hope that Thor would show up, despite the fact that he had gone off with the Guardians of the Galaxy.
Turns out that only Bucky and Rhodey had gotten their wishes. A second quinjet coming to drop off Shuri, while Doctor Strange would be teleporting in shortly. Sam and Bucky sharing worried glances with each other while they waited, both unwilling to move too far away from the coffin, if only to be certain that it wouldn’t vanish and make them look like idiots the minute they turned around.
The quiet quinjet engines signaled the arrival of the Wakadan princess, Shuri climbing easily down the ladder that had been staged by the crew that Sam had brought with them. Work lights beaming through the previously hidden chamber, though the mist remained, giving it an almost ethereal effect.
i feel like my love for rhodey just grows bigger and bigger with every passing day
I want a friendship like Tony and Rhodey. I also want a friendship like Bucky and Steve. The problem? I suck at making friends… 😅😬
PSA: JAMES RHODES DESERVES FAR MORE RECOGNITION HE HAS GONE THROUGH SO MUCH SHIT YET IS STILL COOL AS HECK THANKU