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I don't know if this is on purpose but I thought you should know (if it wasn't) that your header is just the website part of a Google images search. My header moves around all the time and sometimes I don't notice either. Anyways, happy Wednesday

Dude thank you so much I had no idea, fixing now :)

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Peter: Would you like the spider in your hand?”

Tony, not paying attention: Yeah

Peter: Say please

Tony: Please.

Peter: *jumps into Tony’s arms*

Tony: *screams*

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Tony, looking at the remains of an attempted lightsaber creation: Congratulations, you two are officially banned from the science lab

Peter and Shuri:

Peter and Shuri: *cheer*

*Lightsaber bursts into flame*

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Tony, walking through walmart: Crap, where’d Peter go?

Tony: Peter!

Tony: PETER!

Tony: *sigh*

Tony: THIS BITCH EMPTY

Peter, from the other side of the store: YEET

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so I‘m still not over Endgame 🤷🏻‍♀️

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I MANAGED TO FINISH IT IN TIME!!! HAPPY 48TH BIRTHDAY TO THE BEST, MOST DESERVING SUPER HERO THIS WORLD HAS EVER SEEN 💕

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Hi! Love your writing, first up, and I was wondering if you would be so kind as to tag me when you post the second part of Peter’s Personal Problems? I think I like where it’s going :)

Aww you’re so sweet! I’d be happy to! Anyone else who wants to be tagged let me know, part two should be out tomorrow!

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I love the prompt you write for baby Peter ❤️❤️❤️ can you write something where Baby Peter keeps copying Tony??? I think that’s so cute ❤️❤️❤️

Thank you so much! ❤ I don’t know if this is exactly what you had in mind, but it’s the first thing that popped into my head when I read you prompt. Enjoy!

Peter is a very observing kid, much more so than any other kid. That’s Tony’s opinion, at least, but he may be a bit biased. While Peter still puts pretty much everything that isn’t screwed down into his mouth like every other kid (Tony isn’t quite sure why. Does he think Tony is lying when he says the TV remote isn’t edible?), he also starts coping everyone around them, first watching what they are doing and then doing exactly the same.

It started with eating. Whenever Tony would take a bite of his food, Peter would, too. When he took a sip from his glass, so would Peter. It took Tony an embarrassing long time to figure out what his son was doing, but at least he found a new way to get Peter to eat all of his vegetables (even though that meant Tony had to eat all of his vegetables, too).

Slowly, the habit spread through out almost everything he did. When Tony is working in the lab, Peter is right next to him, playing with his Legos, repeating the orders Tony tells FRIDAY, pretending to tell DUM-E off for something he did. When Pepper walks by while having a phone call, Peter picks up the closest object in his reach, puts it against his ear and starts babbling into it. When Happy drives them around, Peter pretends to drive, too. Once he even copied Rhodey’s Tones, which Tony put a quick stop to, because he likes to stay Daddy for just a little while longer.

Tony comes back from the very important board meeting Pepper bribed him into going (by offering to be Peter’s babysitter for the day, which is how she can always get him to do anything she wants him to do, because there’s not a single person Tony trusts more to look after his son) and he’s more than ready to complain to his assistant about the very important but also very boring board meeting while holding his son in his arms – but the sight that greets him is somewhat unusual.

They’re both in the living room, Pepper sitting on the couch with one of Peter’s toy phones in her hand, reciting what sounds like a work schedules, including meetings, phone calls, and press conferences. Music is playing in the background. Peter is sitting at the coffee table, building something with his Legos Tony can’t quite make out yet, but his focus isn’t on the toy anyway. Peter looks different. He wears a black shirt (at a second glance, Tony realizes that it’s one of his usual comic shirts turned inside out), blue pants, and grey sneakers. His usual tiny glasses are replaced by his equally tiny sunglasses, and there’s face paint on his chin, looking like…

“Is that my beard?” Tony asks instead of greeting them properly. At once, both heads snap up, Pepper giving him a gentle smile and Peter jumping to his feet, screaming Daddy while running over to him as fast as he can. Tony picks him up easily and blows a raspberry against his cheek, careful to avoid the face paint. “Hey, buddy. What’s going on here?”

“Peter wanted to play Mr. Stark,” Pepper explains as she walks over to them. “So, he dressed up as you and was working in his workshop, while I told him everything he should be doing. Which he, just like the original Mr. Stark, ignored.”

Tony gasps theatrically. “That doesn’t sound like me at all! Who came up with that game?”

“Me!” Peter yells excitingly.

Pepper smirks. “He had it all planned out. I guess he watched you often enough to know exactly what to do.”

“Well, I think that’s slander,” Tony says with a shrug, and before Peter can ask what slander means, he takes another look at the Legos. “What were you working on, Petey? What did you invent today while you ignored Miss Potts?”

“Flying car!” Peter answer (words still mumbled, but getting sharper and longer every day), wiggling out of Tony’s arms, so he could pick up the model, which doesn’t look too far from a flying car if you know what you’re looking for.

Tony takes it in his hands, turning it around and inspecting it, humming approvingly. “Yes, that’s indeed a flying car. Very good job, Mr. Stark.” Peter giggles again, leaning against Tony’s side.

“Seeing that you’re both in good hands,” Pepper starts, putting the toy phone down on the table, “will that be all, Mr. Stark?”

“Yes, that will be-“

“No!” Peter suddenly yells, pulling at Tony’s arm and looking up to Pepper with a pout. “I’m Mr. Stark!”

“Of course, how silly of me,” Pepper is quick to say while Tony tries his best to hide his smile, grateful that JARVIS records everything. “Do you need me to do anything else, Mr. Stark?”

Peter’s eyes jump to Tony, as if to make sure that it’s really him who is allowed to answer this time. Tony gives him a tiny nod. “Dinner?”

Pepper blinks once. “Dinner?” Peter nods, suddenly shy. “You want me to make you dinner?”

“No,” he shakes his head, getting even shyer, half-hiding behind his father. “Stay?”

There’s the real difference between Tony’s version of Mr. Stark and Peter’s. Because when Tony would ask Pepper to stay for dinner, she would only roll her eyes and say goodbye, most likely thinking he was joking around (even though he wasn’t. He wants Pepper to stay for dinner and lunch and breakfast and all the time in between.). But when Peter asks her, she rewards him with a warm, honest smile. “I would love to.”

Tony isn’t sure if Peter knows what a wingman is, but he’s already the best wingman Tony ever had.

“Awesome,” Tony says, unable to contain the bubbling happiness inside him. “I hope you like dinosaur shaped chicken nuggets and curly fries, Miss Potts, because we’re treating ourselves tonight. After that board meeting and inventing flying cars, we deserve it. Right, buddy?”

Peter cheers and claps in excitement, his painted beard getting smudged a little bit.

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Tony’s first impression of Steve

“He’s a literal American icon, he has entire MUSEUMS dedicated to him, and not to mention he smells like apple pie and freedom-“

“Tony-“

“-and it’s not just the body and the god damn “lay myself on the wire” attitude, Pep, he literally came back from the dead to SAVE NEW YORK-“

“Tony-“

“The whole world loves him! They practically worship the ground he walks on-“

“TONY!”

The genius paused, looking up at the video chat screen for the first time since he started his rant. Pepper was staring him straight in the eye, looking slightly weary.

“I didn’t ask if the whole world thinks he’s a good person, I asked if you do.”

That made him freeze. It was one of the rare times Tony Stark was speechless, in front of a beautiful woman no less.

“I- I don’t know,” Tony sighed. “I mean we both said all those things, and there was this unspoken agreement that it was the tesseract, but I don’t know if it was really the influence that made me think those things or if I always thought them, and it just helped me to say them. So then I wonder the same about him. And we both just seemed to move on, but there was never any apologies or any sort of kiss and make up. Not that I want to kiss him. Or ever apologize. But I still kinda expected one. I’m used to getting apologies. I mean yes, usually it’s when we sue for defamation of character, but-“ Tony’s head suddenly snapped up to look at Pepper, eyes alight with idea.

“Tony, no-“ Pepper groaned.

“We could sue him! I mean I know it’s not the typical response, and America might hate us for suing the the closest thing to a living American flag, but it could work! You know, defamation of character and all...”

“Tony.” Pepper looked at him hard, voice strict. “We are not suing Steve Rogers for an apology.”

“But Pepperrrrr, it would never even go to court, just send a message! And imagine the look on his face-“

“Absolutely, not Tony.”

“But-“

“No.”

“We could-“

“No.”

“Just-“

“No.”

“Fine,” Tony said bitterly, tossing his hands into the air, “I won’t personally sue Steve Rogers.”

Pepper kneaded her brow. “Tony, it is very important to me that I hear you say no one will be suing Steve. Not a proxy, not a company, and most certainly not you. Got it?”

Tony stared at her, biting his lip.

She stared back, eyes narrowing.

He fidgeted.

“You. Are. Impossible!” Pepper huffed, collapsing back onto the bed. Tony grinned.

“But you loveeee me.”

“Yes, and I have to live with that every day,” Pepper muttered, rubbing her eyes.

“Hey!”

“I sincerely hope that you are not planning any method of forcing an apology out of Captain America, because I’m coming home tomorrow and so help you if I find any contracts or weird designs-“

“You’re coming home?” Tony perked up, interrupting before her guesses hit too close to home.

Pepper smiled, albeit slightly wearily. “Well, to 12.5% of my home.”

“I might be able to throw in and extra percent if you agree to some naughtiness when you get here.”

“I’m your CEO, Tony. I can’t trade sexual favors on company time.”

“I love it when you talk business. Say parsimonious.”

Pepper rolled her eyes, unable to keep the smile off her face.

“You know, if you drop the lawsuit talk, I may be able to draw up some sort of contract involving other gratification.”

Tony nearly dropped his screwdriver at his girlfriend’s suggestive expression.

“Why Ms. Potts,” he purred, “does this mean the briefcase will be making an appearance? I quite like the briefcase. Very sexy.”

She shook her head, a fond expression accompanying her soft smile.

“Go to bed, Tony. And get something to eat. We’ll talk when I see you tomorrow.”

“I can think of far more interesting activities than talking.”

“You need sleep for those, too. And so help me God, if I find out you blatantly ignore me and stay in your lab you will never see another briefcase again.”

Tony chuckled. “I love you, Pepper.”

“I love you, too, Tony.”

“Thank God for that,” he murmured, eliciting a smile from Pepper as the call ended.

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Peter’s Private Problems

Part One

The second Saturday of the month was what Peter referred to as his “absolute most favoritist day”. These designated days were long, bright, adventurous, sugar filled travel excursions led by none other than the wildly famous Tony Stark, his mentor. Experiences included, but we’re not limited to: a wild, gut wrenching, high stakes circus in Russia with the best cotton candy Peter had ever tasted; dangerous, heart-pounding white water rafting in one of Pennsylvania’s most notorious destinations; the fresh, enormous, authentic marketplace exclusive to Egypt “Khan Al-Khalili”; adrenaline-pumping zip lining over real, living alligators in the Amazon; and so much more. Each weekend was somehow more exciting than the last, and as the second Saturday of August drew to a close, Peter couldn’t help but think it had been the best yet. Sure, it wasn’t as glamorous as the red carpet premiere in California, but the junk-filled laden tents of the Maryland State Fair had offered a homey country vibe that was irreplicable.

The countryside zoomed by as Tony drove on the highway back to New York. The road was illuminated with the light the Audi R8 shined, the corn on the side of the road bending and blurring with the speed. However, Peter couldn’t help but think it looked like it was waving goodbye. The boy rested his head on his hand, leaning against the car door as he looked longingly out the window. Such nights shouldn’t have to end.

Peter took a breath, appreciating the quiet noise of tires burning along pavement, whispers of wind, and soft tunes of music. His brain immediately recrafted the eventful night, filling his head with memories of sticky fingers as they pulled at cotton candy, heart-racing drops on roller coasters, rough hands ruffling his curls, and bursts of excitement at beating a genius at ring toss. He remembered the way the skyline looked at night, all lit up with life as if beckoning Peter from atop the ferris wheel. And best of all, the feeling of utmost peace that came with being near Tony.

“You good, kid? Tired?” Tony interrupted Peter’s thoughts, glancing at him with raised eyebrows. He shook his head.

“I’m fine, just thinking. Some people don’t have a constant need to talk, especially about themselves,” Peter teased with a crooked grin.

“Please, who wouldn’t want to talk about me? Genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist AND devilishly handsome.”

“Let’s not forget an ego about the size of North America,” Peter laughed, his eyes crinkling as he smiled.

“Got me there, spider boy.”

“Seriously though,” Peter rubber his neck, “thank you for today, Mr. Stark.” He was never quite sure how to show just how much the nights out meant to him.

“If you really want to thank me, you can stop calling me Mr. Stark. Makes me feel old,”

“You are old, Mr. Stark,” Peter smirked.

Tony looked at him, hand on chest, offended.

“Take it back!”

“I thought you wanted me to be more honest,” Peter batted his eyelashes innocently.

“I meant if you were sick or injured or DYING!”

The boy rolled his eyes.

“Alright, well then I’m DYING to let you know that you’re old.”

Tony remained unamused.

“You know I could pull over this car right now and leave you to live out the plot of Children of the Corn.”

Peter snorted, “You love me too much to do that.”

“Damn, you’re right. Plus, you’re what, 12? 13? You could never survive on your own,” Tony laughed, patting the teenager on the shoulder. Peter swatted his hand away.

“I am not that young! I’m practically an adult!”

“Mhm, you wanna make another old man joke? I can go all night, spiderbaby,” Tony flashed a devious grin.

“Alright, alright, I call truce.” Peter threw his arms up, trying not to smile.

“Truce accepted.”

He grinned back, stifling a yawn as the long day caught up to him.

“Sure you aren’t tired, Pete?” Tony asked slowly, one eyebrow cocked.

“Yeah, I’m totally a-a-wakeee,” Peter yawned, cursing himself for being the absolute worst liar.

“That was realllll convincing, kid.”

“Seriously! I can make it home!”

Tony eyed the time.

“Woah, it’s way past your bedtime. Sorry, I meant to get on the road a bit earlier. What do you say we stop for the night? I’m sure there’s a hotel around here somewhere.”

Peter’s heart nearly stopped. No, no, no, no. He couldn’t do that. Not now.

“No! I mean- er, it’s only 11:30 we could totally make it back!” Peter argued, desperate undertones slipping into his vocalization. Tony stared at him.

“It’d be morning by the time we did, and May would kill me if you slept through an entire day.”

“But I don’t have any pajamas!” Peter interjected- a final attempt to dissuade the man. Tony merely chuckled.

“If that’s what you so concerned about, I have a suitcase of emergency travel stuff in the trunk. And get this, it includes PJs.”

Peter gave a weak smile. This was going to be a disaster.

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Manic Monday’s

Part One

It was a Monday when Peter came back to life. He would never forget the weekday because he saw it as the universe’s own cruel irony. Monday’s usually sucked in and of themselves, but being resurrected and having to cope with the events of The Snap all at once was a whole other level of unfairness.

It was also a Monday when Peter returned to school. Everyone had been given a full week of break after returning to cope with the events which had occurred courtesy of Thanos. Sure, 50% of the entire population had been wiped out just a couple months prior, but surely a week would be enough to get everyone back into their routines. Tony, however, disagreed and took each hour of the seven day break to have Peter inspected mentally and physically by experts from around the world. When he passed each test with flying colors, Tony reluctantly agreed to allow him to return to school with the rest of the student body. Of course, the agreement was contingent upon Peter continuing to attend psychotherapy.

It was every Monday after that when Peter was scheduled to see a therapist. Each session passed in the blink of an eye with smiles and good natured conversation. In fact, they seemed to mirror the way most of his days went. Pleasantries, smiles, attempts at normalcy all adding up to nothing. Overall, daytime was all right. However, when the sun set and Peter went to bed, that was when the real issues began. Nightmares, horrible nightmares plagued Peter each evening. He’d wake up in cold sweats, screaming, crying, and just wishing for it all to be over. He’d do anything for it to be over.

Immediately after these nightmares, Peter would feel guilt gnawing inside of him. He didn’t have any right to feel this way. All the other Avengers had played a much bigger role in the defeat of Thanos and they were fine. Once again, Peter Parker was the weak one. Even as an Avenger.

The dreams became his secret. He denied having any sleep issues to his therapist, and even went so far as to start sleeping outside to prevent May from waking. He knew if he could just keep it under wraps for a few months it would go away, it had to. So there was really no reason to concern anyone or show just how weak Spiderman really was.

It was yet another Monday when his therapist declared that Peter seemed as if he was benefiting from getting back into his normal routine with minimal interference. She suggested cutting back therapy sessions to once every couple months or so, depending on how he felt. After nearly six months of sessions, Peter immediately agreed. He saw it as an opportunity to earn back the trust of the other Avengers, who had yet to call him in for another mission. Surely if they heard how well he was doing they’d dial him in. A month passed without a single mission offer.

Of course it was a Monday when all of Peter’s world came crashing down around him. That Monday was another day Peter would never forget. It was the day he realized he was not ok. There was just something about Monday’s. Something that made them absolutely horrible, and yet, unforgettable.

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Это нормально! У меня есть приложение для переводчика.

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Hey guys...

So I haven’t been active for a LONG time. I had some health issues and ended up being hospitalized, and found it more important to focus on myself. If you’re a mutual who I haven’t responded to, I’m working on getting back to you now, please don’t be hurt, it’s my fault! I’m back for good, and plan on realeasing something soon :)

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HOLY SHIT MAN

This is one of the most GORGEOUS pieces I’ve ever read. You actually had me tearing up, which, believe me, is really freakin special. Thank you so much for this.

Tony Stark has never felt more alive than he does with the power of six infinity stones coursing through him.

The gauntlet on his hand seems to be melting, fusing itself to his hand. He feels as though the blood in his veins is super-heating on an atomic level. A star ready to devour itself whole and collapse in the destructive wake of its own death. 

He feels each absolute: absolute heat, absolute power, and absolute certainty. 

In that instant, Tony understands how this will end. But he also knows that deep down, a part of him always knew.

That was his curse, but also his redemption.

You’re not the only one cursed with knowledge, Stark. 

Tony understands true power in that moment. Reality, time, space and power blend together until they’re nearly indistinguishable from one another. He was distantly aware of the pain starting in his right side, of the sensation of his own flesh burning away, of his heart beginning a frantic new rhythm, but he can’t stop. Not now. 

You know that’s a one-way trip, Stark. Steve’s words seem to have taken on an almost prophetic meaning years later. Tony doesn’t have the luxury of time to ponder his decision. He just knows what he has to do, and he knows deep down that it’s right.

He draws in a breath, and his eyes snap to meet Thanos’. 

I am inevitable. The mad titan’s words replay in his mind. 

Tony Stark never gives a second thought before raising his thumb and middle finger. 

Big man in a suit of armor - take that off, what are you?

“And I….”

You’re not the type to lay yourself down on a wire; to make the sacrifice play and let the other guy crawl all over you.

“…am Iron Man.” 

He snaps his fingers, never diverting his eyes from Thanos. He hopes Thanos realizes the permanence of his undoing and knows that his demise came at the hands of Tony fucking Stark.

The universe around him warps, crackling with white energy and raw power. A universe being reborn, remade, rekindled. Life, being coaxed back into existence.

And then it’s done. And suddenly, the weight of his sacrifice crashes into Tony like nothing he’s ever felt before. His breathing begins to slow and his eyes start to close. He feels a fatigue so profound that reaches deep into his bones and wraps itself around his heart. 

So this is what dying feels like. 

Tony hears voices - voices of people he loves - in the distance, but when he sees her, she’s all he can focus on.

Mom.

“Oh, Tony,” she says, kneeling down next to him, a bittersweet smile on her face.

Did I do it? 

His mother nods, running her hands through his hair. He can smell her perfume; lavender and vanilla. She smells like home. Like love. Like the childhood he never had.

What did it cost?

She looks around the two of them. Tony can hear their hushed, garbled voices, the voices of his family, and he wants to reach out, to tell them it will be okay. 

But he knows there’s nothing he can say in this moment to make it any better for them. So he doesn’t. Instead, he focuses on his mother.

“Everything,” she says.

The world around him is slowly blinking out of focus, but his mother has never felt more real.

Tony Stark feels his mind start to fade away. Feels his grip on reality becoming increasingly unstable and blurry. Time seems to slow to a crawl around him. His mother’s soul, so pure and blindingly white, reaches out to his own. Even in this in-between space of death and life, Tony can still sense the power in the air around him, a leftover reminder of the irreversible toll the use of the infinity stones exacted. 

He takes one last breath, feels his eyes close, and then it’s over. 

Death feels...lighter. 

He opens his eyes and looks to his mother’s outstretched hand.

“They won’t forget you, you know,” she says.

“The sacrifice of Tony Stark will dance across the lips of generations to come,” she says as she pulls Tony close to her. 

If this is what death will be, Tony doesn’t mind it. Not if he gets to be by his mother’s side for eternity. 

They give one last look at the world they’ll leave behind. A final farewell to the only world Tony knew. 

And then they join their place among the stars.

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Are these our gojis?

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a bABY

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