#BIG tony & peter energy

[idk-bruh-20]

Irondad fic ideas #104

Fic set a while after Civil War where Spider-Man has been kidnapped. Tony, desperate, breaks down and calls the Rogues for help.

All of the Rogues notice how dedicated Tony is to finding his friend. It'd be admirable if it wasn't also kind of terrifying. He doesn't even seem to have the energy to still be mad at them; he's completely single-focus.

(Maybe Steve even tries to apologize and Tony just stops him like, "God I do not have time for this. Help me get Spider-Man back alive and I'll forgive you." "…just like that?" "Yes. Why are you still here?")

All of this leads to a raid on a Hydra base. The team finally locates Spider-Man, who has clearly been the victim of brutal medical torture and is kind of out of it and terrified and…is a kid?

The team is shocked. The kid is still freaking out (maybe he's drugged, or just that traumatized, or he doesn't recognize these armed strangers and thinks they're with the kidnappers), when Tony finally bursts into the room.

Peter chokes out, "Dad?"

Big hugging crying comforting scene, Tony's holding onto this kid desperately, terrified, and the Rogues behind him are just like… ?!??????

How did none of them EVER KNOW that Tony had a son? Is this new or has he been there the whole time? Now that they think back on it, it's clear that Rhodey, Pepper, and Happy knew what was going on. Clint recalls Tony's frantic behavior during the search, recognizes the protective, panicked way he's holding onto Peter, sees how even though Peter is still crying, he's also melted onto Tony now, like he can finally trust that he's completely safe. He reflects on his own past judgements of Tony and feels inexplicably ashamed. Steve is, predictably, guilty and heartbroken. They're all just so shocked.

...did they ever know Tony at all?

#can you tell I'm on a kidnapped peter parker kick #irondad fic ideas #honestly I really vibe with this one I hope y'all like it #there's room for reconciliation arc if desired but the main glory is outsider pov of ironfam #is this biodad or legally adopted or emotionally adopted? up to you! #peter parker #tony stark #irondad and spiderson #iron dad and spider son #rogue avengers #ironfam #irondad fic idea #fic idea #fic ideas #kidnapped peter parker

[winterspiderpurrs]

Tony was wrapping up his jog on the private beach when his drone dropped off the coffee he had Friday get ready for him. He was cold and didn't want to wait til he got back to the house to have his coffee. He was moving up one of the dunes when he paused with his cup in hand.

There not to far off, at the estate next to his oddly enough was a young man in a big puffy coat. He seemed to be putting together a bunch of logs, huh must be setting up a bonfire. Not to out of normal but it wasn't something done often in the winter time. The only reason he wasn't in more layers himself was the possibility of over heating while out on his jog.

His nose twitched a moment when the faint hint of cinnamon, cloves, and honey. Eyes widen as he stares. Male omegas are not unheard of, just not as common as they used to be. Most packs swoop them up.

Clearing his throat he waltz over.

" Hey there. Starting a fire?"

A pair of warm brown eyes looked up at him. He knew the moment he recognized him as his eyes widen before he smiled.

" Yeah. Your welcome to join us if you like. Making smores."

At the 'us', Tony looks around and spots on the edge another man, older, kneeling down next to a little girl. Ah. So he has a pack.

" If you don't mind. Never had one as long as your Alpha is fine with it?"

The young man blinks.

" Never? Well you don't have to worry about Stephen. We aren't like that. ... kinda sorta?"

Tony sits down across from him.

" Kinda sorta kid?"

" Parker i mean Peter Parker that is. Call me Peter Mr. Stark. Its complicated? "

Tony snorts and takes a sip of his coffee.

" Call me Tony. So... Peter. Whats so complicated?"

" Well... Stephen is great, and he is Mary's father. But uumm, it was more of... After I had my degrees even though I had 2 doctorates... most places won't hire omegas...so I ended up getting a 3rd degree in nursing. Stephen is a doctor, famous, really, at least in the medical world. We grew close. But Stephen is married to his career, which I understand. After a couple of years... well, I wanted a baby. I was actually looking into sperm banks when Stephen found out well he volunteered. So.. we aren't really together, but... we kinda have this....thing? Stephen likes to call it an open relationship, though we both haven't actively dated other people. See, it's complicated"

Peter laughs and lights a match and gets a small fire going.

" No. I don't see it too complicated... odd but whatever works. How involved is he?"

Tony's thoughts go to his father who was in a committed relationship with his mother but was distant and more overbearing than anything.

" Oh Stephen is great with Mary. We live in the same building we both have rooms at each others. We take turns picking her up, we go with him to all his conferences. Vacations. Holidays. He adores our daughter"

Tony nods and sips his coffee looking back toward the others in the distance. They had started walking toward them. The little girl laughing as she runs to jump into Peter's arms. The man, Stephen, approached them and raised an eyebrow at Tony before looking over at Peter.

Peter laughs " Tony, this is Doctor Stephen Strange, and this little wild heathen is Mary"

Mary giggle " Momma! I'm just Mary"

Stephen nods his head before moving to sit down next to Peter.

" Don't believe I've seen you here before Mr.Stark. Are you here for the Medical Green Energy Conference?"

Tony blinks and nods his head.

" Yes. We are presenting on day 3."

Some rustling is heard and the older men turn to look at Peter and Mary as they start to set the ingredients for the smores out on a tray.

" Mary, why don't you show Tony how to make a smore. He has never made one before"

The little girl gasps and spins around to look at Tony.

" Never Misters Starks? Smores are the greatests in the world!"

Tony blinks and smiles.

" Never. Its a tragedy. So lets see what all the fuss is about."

Not long later after several quiet talks and bellies full of smores. The fire is put out, Mary is fast asleep on Peter's shoulder.

" It was great meeting you Tony. Maybe we will see you at the conference? Excuse me while I put this sleepy girl to bed."

Peter gives Tony a shy smile before he heads up the the beach out with Mary in tow. Stephen and Tony were left standing there, cleaning up the rest. As they headed back up the dunes heading toward the houses. Stephen paused before they went there separate ways.

" I know you like Peter. And I won't sway him away from you if he wants to be pursued. But I won't have you hurting Mary in the process"

" Hey now. I just met Peter. He is a nice guy. But I'm not looking to date"

Stephen raised an eyebrow.

" Sure. But I wasn't interested in dating either, and now I have a family. I'm willing to share MY omega. But stay in line, Stark, we are a package deal."

And that is how Tony found himself courting an Alpha and an Omega. And within three years time, Peter was giving birth to another little girl, this time to Morgan Stark.

#writing prompt #SpiderStrange #strangespider #peter parker x stephen strange #starker #starkerstrange #stpehen x peter x tony #ironstrange #ironspiderstrange #omegaverse au #alpha beta omega #abo #omega peter parker #alpha stephen strange #alpha tony stark #winterspiderpurrs #i wanted some domestic fluff #i kinda like the idea that maybe Stephen is ace... #but i dunno

[thestarkerisobvious]

Christmas Stockings

a Christmas Day Gift for @cutepandaprincess

Happy Christmas, angel!

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“Merry Christmas, Daddy!”  Peter had waited patiently for as long as he could.  But it was almost 11:00 am.  He had never slept so late on Christmas morning in his life!  He was sure Tony wouldn’t mind.  Especially if he kissed his lover awake.

“Wake up!  It’s time for presents!!”

Tony blinked bleary eyes.  He wasn’t terribly hung over - they had spent more time making love last night than drinking - but he still felt muddy and murky.  Christmas?  Presents??  

“Baby, Christmas was last night.”

“No, silly, Christmas is today.  It’s time for presents!”  

For a moment, just a moment, Tony felt a stab of panic.  How had he gone wrong?  It was their first Christmas together, but Tony had done everything right.  Thrown a lavish party, serving everything his angel wanted.  A huge crowd to show off the lavish gifts he had gotten for his sugarbaby.  It was epic.  But cleverly done in time that he still had the energy to take care of his baby that night.  He had done everything right.  What else could Peter want?

“Last night was Christmas Eve,” Peter was explaining.  Patiently.  “That was for the little gifts.  Although your gifts… weren’t exactly little…” Peter blushed and looked down.  The watch, the ring.  They were little.  But ohmygosh expensive…

“But your BIG present is TODAY.  The one from SANTA.  Come on!”

And thus Tony was pulled from his pillows and dragged, discombobulated, into the room with the huge Christmas Tree, purchased specifically to Peter’s specifications and decorated, ornament by ornament, as a replica based on a faded polaroid of a family tree from Peter’s past.  But passed that - to the fireplace.  Where a stocking hung.  A stocking Tony had never seen before. Adorned with a sleeping baby surrounded by white angles. The picture of innocence. With his name, mysteriously, written boldly at the top.

“It’s okay that you didn’t get me a stocking,” Peter was saying gently now.  “I know this is a me-thing.  Stuff in the stocking and the “big” present for Christmas Day.  But this is what I got you for Christmas.  I planned it forever.  It was something you… something you didn’t have - something that was within my price range…”

“Baby, you KNOW I told you that credit card didn’t have a limit…”

“I can’t buy you a Christmas present with your money silly…”

For a moment Peter’s eyes fell, flustered.  Tony immediately noticed that Peter was getting nervous - he reached out to pull his young lover close to reassure him.  But Peter had already recovered.  He draped one arm around Tony’s neck and held up the large Christmas stocking with his other hand.

“Open your present, Daddy.”

Still baffled, Tony reached into the stocking.  Then reached deeper.  He had to keep reaching until he got to the bottom, and pulled out what he found there.

It was very light weight.  Easy to miss through the threads of the embroidery of the child in the manger surrounded by angels.  It was an article of clothing, he could tell.  Finally he pulled it free.

It was jet black and lacey.  He couldn’t tell exactly what it was, even as Peter was taking it from his hand.

“Keep looking.”

He put his hand down in the stocking again.  What he pulled out he recognized immediately.  The only surprise was that it was pink.

He had never pictured Peter in pink.  It made him grin wickedly.

“Do you like them, Daddy?”

Peter’s voice had fallen to a whisper.  No longer bold, he was blushing furiously.  As if he was second-guessing his Big Present. Questioning the whole thing. Tony knew that about his lover, Peter was prone to over thinking, to doubting himself.  

Tony looked Peter directly in the eye when he said it.  “I love it,  baby.

“I  love it when you are good for Daddy.”

With one hand he shook out the delicate pink garters and garter belt.  With  the  other hand he took the black stockings  from Peter and shook them out as well.  They were sheer, with lace only at the top.  They were black and lovely and long - not just thigh-high but longer… perfect to compliment Peter’s beautiful form.  And of course…  

“Stockings.   In the stocking.   Oh, I get it…”

“Yes!”  Peter hopped a little, grinning.  “I thought… I thought it was fun…”

“Ermmmmm,” Tony moaned  appreciatively.    “It’s perfect.  Clever baby…”  He wrapped one strong arm, stocking still in hand, around Peter’s waist and drew him close.  

He knew how much Peter… enjoyed his approval.  He made sure to express it now.

“Clever baby, and very sweet.  Now…”  He let Peter go and handed the underthings back to him.  

“Let Daddy see them on.”

“Yes of… oh not now…” Peter said, blushing.  Stammering.  Looking around the penthouse, flooded with sunlight.  “Tonight, of course.”

“I don’t get to see them now?”

“Tony, stockings are for nighttime.  It’s daylight.”

“But… what if Daddy wants to see them now?”

Merry Christmas Starker Fans!!

#Christmas Starker #Happy Christmas Day! #Starker #peter parker/tony stark

[professional-benaddict]

@winterspiderpurrs and i are at it again,,, this time omegaverse😌😌 link here to previous parts (start from top)

tw: ending pregnancy with pills

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Peter and Tony share a curious look. Who could be at the door? Did Pepper come back with Morgan? That is Peter’s first thought, but it turns out he was wrong.

Harley is in the entrance hall, taking his coat off.

“Hi. I- heh… I thought about ringing the doorbell, but then that felt weird. So, I just used the key.”

Peter waves his hand to show it was no big deal, then pulls his middle child into a hug.

“You’re welcome whenever, Harley.”

Harley hums affectionately. He kisses his Dad on the cheek as they pull away.

“Is Papa home?”

Just then, Tony appears from around the corner. He has a dirty towel in his hands, trying to rub off the oil and dirt from his hands. It is a nostalgic sight for Harley. But, the past memories are at risk of being tainted in this current future.

“Hi, Papa.”

“You staying for dinner?” Tony asks, sounding a bit too rough for Peter’s liking. The omega shoots his Alpha a look.

“If- if that’s okay.” Harley replies.

“Of course it is. Come on.” Peter says, inviting Harley inside.

The trio go their separate ways, for now. Tony promised to wrap up what he was currently doing in the garage, and then he’d start on dinner later. Harley goes to his old room, checking if he needs some books he has stored there. His uni dorm room isn’t the biggest, so he also stores some clothes at home.

Peter, well, he paces. He can tell Tony and Harley are tense. He knows why Harley is, at least. The beta is disappointed in his Papa for pulling back from the family lately. Peter only told him of one instance where Tony snapped at him, but now it seems that Harley has a grudge against his Alpha father.

The atmosphere is enough to occupy Peter’s mind completely, so much so that he doesn’t even notice the first cramps hitting him. The abortion pill is working.

An hour or so later, the three of them are sat around the dinner table, just like old times. It’s been a year since Harley moved out and went to uni, and 3 more since Ben did the same. Ever since the older brothers moved out, the dinner conversations when the family is reunited again usually revolves around Morgan.

“I remember when Ben and I stayed with Auntie Pep. She let us work on her laptop. It was all just keyboard smashes, but she let us print it out and pretend to go to meetings. But, I don’t think Morgan would enjoy the same.”

“No.” Peter laughs lightly. “When we pick her up again from Pep’s, she always has a new nail polish colour on her nails. So, I think beauty salon is the most popular thing there.”

Peter and Harley laugh together, but Tony hasn’t said much. Peter can tell Harley is looking for an opportunity to address what is going on. The omega puts down his fork, and sips on some water. The cramps are getting worse, and food is no longer appetising.

“Papa…?”

“Hm?”

“How… how’s the car?”

“It’s fine. But, that’s not what you really wanna ask, so I suggest you spit it out, son, whatever it is you wanna say.”

“Anthony.” Peter’s tone is sharp.

“Fine! I wanna know how you are! Is that such a bad thing!” Harley snaps back.

“I’m fine!”

“No, you’re not! Dad’s… dad’s been telling things. And- and you’re not yourself. I can tell. You’re my Alpha father, for god’s sake. I know I’m a Beta, so I don’t understand everything, but I want to.”

Tony has put down his fork too and is holding his head in his hands. The Alpha is breathing heavily, his veins pulsing and muscles tense. Peter can feel his violent energy, like a heat wave, next to him. It adds to his growing discomfort, so he rises calmly from the table.

“Papa… you okay?”

Tony snaps his head up. He briefly looks at his Beta son, but then his gaze flickers to Peter. He looks startled, worried, anxious. Afraid? His voice wavers when he speaks.

“Omega…?”

Peter hums in question. He follows Tony’s intense gaze, and only then does he notice all the blood between his legs.

#baby purrs #omegaverse au #starker #tony stark #peter parker

[hurtspideyparker]

Why do you love Peter Parker? Do you think he deserves to be happy? (I want him to but no pressure, I’m just curious about what you think)

Peter Parker the light of my life, the gold in the sky and the glimmer at night, my inspiration, my gem, the ache in my heart.

I love Peter because for one he is so nerdy and sarcastic. I adore how quick-witted he is; like obviously he's a genius in physics and chemistry (and just in general), but being able to come up with funny remarks and stabbing insults while in the middle of a fight genuinely makes him so intelligent. And also when he uses his intellect IN a fight, like with Dr. Strange and geometry in the mirror dimension. Don't get me started on comic book Peter because he's created technology worth billions and at times outsmarted Tony Stark, Reed Richards, Hank Pym... he's just insane. 

I also just adore how geeky and awkward he is. He may be an insanely cool and beloved superhero but he also stutters when he talks to girls, geeks over Star Wars, and builds computers for fun. Peter Parker has superhuman reflexes but will also trip over his own feet. It's just incredibly endearing.

Personally I like Tom Holland's Peter the most because of how young and goofy he is. I want to see him be awkward, weird, shy, young, stupid. I enjoy seeing the contrast of inexperience and extreme power he possesses when in battle. It also makes the angst more delicious because that's a literal baby who's just been stabbed, crushed, beaten and bruised. 

The sheer New York of him too. Accent, attitude, proud and polite. He is a friendly neighbourhood hero! He watches out for the little guy! I feel like it's not something we see with many heroes. They usually focus on the big issues and major villains, but Peter is willing to help old ladies cross the street or prevent muggings. It's really sweet and simple. And when New York repays the favour? Top tier!!! He is the people's princess <3. I love that for him it's all worth it- every single person, citizen, problem. It's worth his time. 

Then there's his morality and self-control. One thing about Peter is that he's insanely strong and deadly. He's constantly holding himself back because he doesn't want to kill anybody. So in every fight not only is he battling the sensory overwhelm and keeping track of his enemies attacks, but he's also remembering to hold back his punches and kicks. He's vocally anti-murder and that's always been a really strong theme for him. It's what makes the moments where he does consider murder so much heavier. If a man who's constantly performing self-control and actively choosing to not do harm is pushed so far as to end a life? Terrifying. Peter chooses good over and over again; he spares the villain, sides with redemption, finds the solution- he chooses peace. I enjoy that for all the joyful, sweet, and bright energy he brings, there's this deep rageful darkness within him. The moments it shines through really remind us of how much wrath and trauma he really possesses.

In every universe Peter loses the things he loves most and still somehow keeps moving forward, finds the courage to still be Spider-Man. I think it says a lot about him that he can be beaten and broken so many times and still come out virtuous. His optimism, that hunger and responsibility for good? Just unmatched. So eager to do what's right that it ends up being his hamartia. It's actually pretty beautiful. 

And at the end of the day, Peter Parker is selfless. The hurt, loss, risks. All he does is give and give to make sure others are safe. He'll give up his own opportunities and happiness for the greater good every single time. He's an absolute sweetheart who will never pick himself. That's why I love Peter Parker.

So do I think he DESERVES happiness? UM, NOBODY DESERVES IT MORE THAN HIM. He's done so much for everyone, he's more than earned some happiness in return. He deserves to be happy and healthy for the rest of his life, to be at MIT with his best friends, in love, to have parental figures that DON'T DIE. 

Now do I WANT him to be happy... let's just say he looks really pretty in red and blue.

I want my man bloody and bruised, red rimmed eyes and voice cracking over tears. He's my favourite person in the universe and unfortunately for him I love angst so... yes I want him happy so he can then be sad again >:). No but seriously he deserves to be happy but bro can not catch a break (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠)

#peter parker #spider man #anon #ask #vibrates out of my skin because I love talking about peter parker ty anonie <3 #spiderman #marvel mcu

[trashywritestrash]

Brutal

Pairing: Avengers x Singer-Songwriter!Stark!Reader (platonic/family)

Word Count: 1,220

Warnings: Swearing, no specific age is given for reader, but she's between 18 and 21. Probably bad writing, heavy dialogue, song lyrics… Idk if half of those are warnings, but that’s what I’ve got.

A/N: This isn’t going to be the best thing I’ve written by a long shot. This whole thing is just like a daydream I have sometimes and I was encouraged to just write it out because maybe that would help me unclog the writers block. Honestly, I’ve just been drained lately and I don’t have the energy to be creative, so I’m cranking this thing out in the hopes that it’ll spark something. I’d call this a crack fic but I don’t know if it’s unhinged enough to qualify.

Song Reference: Brutal by Olivia Rodrigo

As the daughter of Tony Stark, you had been in the spotlight your entire life. So when you announced that you would be releasing your debut album as a musician, the internet was hyped up immediately. You didn’t need to promote it at all, but you still released small clips on social media and dropped a single before the release of the album.

The Avengers are close to you, they’re your big found family… But when they asked to listen to the album before the official release, you still said no. Obviously, they continued to ask and even attempted to bribe you, but you were adamant that they would have to wait like everyone else.

Finally, the album dropped. To celebrate, everyone gathered in the common area while you set up a camera to record their reactions as you all listened. In the living room sat your father, Pepper, Steve, Bucky, Sam, Natasha, Thor, Bruce, Clint, and Wanda. The “extended” team members like Peter Parker, the Guardians of the Galaxy, Carol, and Dr. Strange were listening on their own and simply texting you their thoughts.

“Okay, guys. Get your snacks and stuff now because I’m not going to wait ten minutes in between songs for you to grab something,” Tony bosses, completely impatient.

You chuckle, “You do know that I’m controlling the music, right?”

“Doesn’t matter. I’ll have Friday override the speakers if I have to.”

“Alright, are we ready yet? Yelena is already trying to text me about it and I don’t want spoilers,” Natasha complains from her spot on one of the couches, bowl of popcorn in hand.

“Yeah, yeah, settle down.” Once everyone is sat, you take your spot on a stool by the camera, “Okay, if you need me to pause or rewind, raise your hand or something. Or listen to it again later on your own. I’ll pause between songs so you can get your comments and questions out. Sound good?”

Sam waves his hand, “We got it, just play it already, we’re tired of waiting.”

“Patience, Samuel. Alright, the first song is called ‘Brutal’.” You press play on your phone, which is bluetooth connected to the speakers in the room.

The song opens with classical instrumental music, surprising the group. They’ve heard the clips released on your social media, and this doesn’t seem to fit at all.

I want it to be, like, messy.

Suddenly the music is louder and faster paced, taking on a more punk rock sound. Tony grins wide, “That’s my kid!”

I’m so insecure, I think

That I’ll die before I drink

And I’m so caught up in the news

Of who likes me, and who hates you

And I’m so tired that I might

Quit my job, start a new life

And they’d all be so disappointed

‘Cause who am I, if not exploited?

Reactions across the room are mixed. Bucky and Steve look a little thrown off, not used to this type of music. Tony looks prouder than ever. Pepper and Sam look proud, but you can tell they’re not sure what to think about the tone of it. Natasha and Clint have “I told you so” written all over their faces. Thor is enthusiastic and smiling wide. And Bruce and Wanda seem to be trying to dissect and analyze the lyrics as they listen.

And I’m so sick of seventeen

Where’s my fucking teenage dream?

“Language,” slips from Steve before he can stop himself. “Also, you’re not seventeen anymore?”

“I wrote it a while ago and I decided to leave it like that. I wanted it to be truthful to where I was in my life when I wrote it.” The group nods as the song continues.

If someone tells me one more time

“Enjoy your youth,” I’m gonna cry

And I don’t stick up for myself

I’m anxious and nothing can help

And I wish I’d done this before

And I wish people liked me more

“Awe, sweetheart,” Wanda frowns. Everyone seems conflicted. Like they’re unsure whether they should be banging their heads or offering you hugs.

All I did was try my best

This the kind of thanks I get?

Unrelentlessly upset (ah, ah, ah)

They say these are the golden years

But I wish I could disappear

Ego crush is so severe

God, it’s brutal out here

You frown at how the mood was brought down by the lyrics. Quickly, you pause. “Guys, stop that. This is supposed to be a fun song.”

“It is fun, but you’re my daughter, of course I’m going to be concerned,” Tony pouts. “Why didn’t you talk to me about this stuff?”

“Because I didn’t feel like I needed to. I get these feelings out in therapy and in my songs, so it’s not like I’m bottling it in. I have some healthy coping mechanisms.”

Bruce takes the opportunity to speak up. “Some?”

“Nobody’s perfect, Bruce. You guys don’t need to know everything.” You chuckle to diffuse the tension, but resume the music before anyone can argue.

I feel like no one wants me

And I hate the way I’m perceived

I only have two real friends

And lately, I’m a nervous wreck

‘Cause I love people I don’t like

And I hate every song I write

And I’m not cool and I’m not smart

And I can’t even parallel park

“Are we not your friends?” Thor pouts, genuinely sad.

“You guys don’t count. You’re family.” That answer seems to appease them, but they’re clearly still concerned. The chorus plays once more before the music starts to wind down.

Got a broken ego, broken heart

God, I don’t even know where to start

The song ends, so you pause before the next one automatically starts. “What did you guys think?” You wait nervously for their response. They mean a lot to you, so you want them to like your music.

“I loved it, but the lyrics are kinda sad when I think about them…” Pepper admits cautiously, not wanting you to think she didn’t like it.

You give her a nervous smile, “I’m gonna be honest. Some of the stuff on here is sad. Some of it is probably gonna upset you… I don’t tell you guys everything, and there are some things in here that you guys don’t know about. I’m sorry about that; but the last thing I want is for you guys to pity me or anything like that.” Chuckling, you attempt to lighten the mood. “I’m an angsty girl. In this album I get a little sad, a little angry, a little petty, but try not to get too heartbroken over it. Please?”

“No promises, kid. We’re your family. We’re absolutely going to get protective.” Sam grins, keeping his comment lighthearted, even though he means every word.

“Fine, I’ll take it.”

Steve raises his hand patiently, “Are all of the songs this… upbeat?” He asks, unsure of what to call the sound.

“No, some of them slow down. But some of them are more punk like this. I won’t give you a heart attack.” He laughs at your joke, rolling his eyes.

“Okay, I think we’re ready for the next one,” Clint says, causing the others to nod. “Hit us with it!”

You laugh, pulling up your music app. “Okay, okay. Here we go…”

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[ctrsara]

Happy Accident

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Prompt from @idk-bruh-20

Irondad fic ideas #86 Fic where Happy accidentally calls Tony Peter’s dad.

Maybe Happy is driving him to the tower and Peter’s rambling about everything he wants to do in the lab and Happy comments, “You’re sure excited to spend time with your dad today.” Peter doesn’t notice at first and is like, “Yeah, I love lab days-“ And as they both simultaneously realize what Happy said, it goes silent.

This fic idea was submitted by @itsmechara426 of @irondadmadlads :)

SLAM!

“For the twelfth time, kid. Don’t slam my door.”

“Sorry, Happy!”

“Just remember next time.”

“I will.” 

Happy muttered something under his breath that hopefully not even Peter’s enhanced hearing could pick up.

Happy Hogan didn’t actually even mind driving the kid around, most of the time. Sure, he’d been a little much at first. Happy wasn’t used to kids, and this kid in particular had a lot to say, and did unpredictable kid stuff, and left wrappers in his car, and was always hungry . And left so, so many voicemails that Happy had to listen to, so he could pass on anything important to Tony. But the longer Happy was around the teenager, and saw his selflessness and intense desire to do good, despite what anyone said, the more he admired him. And he’d gotten used to all the talking. Mostly. 

Actually, if he thought about it, Peter gave off a lot of “young Tony” energy. Well, with a lot more politeness and optimism. And really, it was more the Tony who had been excited about what he’d been working on in the lab when he hadn’t been distracted with partying and making tabloid headlines.  But still. Similar.

Speaking of being excited, Peter definitely was today. The kid had been talking a blue streak about something to do with his friends and their Academic Desomething meet the next weekend, but he switched gears just as Happy tuned back in.

“Happy, today in Chemistry we were talking about ( insert a topic Happy definitely didn’t understand ) and how it interacts with ( another unintelligible set of words ) under certain conditions, and did you know that Mr. Stark has the stuff in his lab to replicate that experiment? And I texted him about it and he said we can actually try it out today? It’s going to be so awesome, and I hope the reaction is big like the one we got to watch, because that was amazing, and--.”

“Take a breath, kid.” Happy let out a rare chuckle at the boy’s exuberance. “I don’t get paid if I deliver you passed out from lack of oxygen,” he joked. “You’re pretty excited to get to your dad’s lab today, huh?”

“Yeah, it’s gonna be so sick.” 

Then suddenly Happy met Peter’s startled gaze in the rearview mirror and he wasn’t sure whose eyes were wider. 

Silence.

Crickets.

Silent crickets.

“Oh my gosh, kid, I’m so sorry! I don’t know why I said that; please just forget you heard it!” 

Peter was quiet, and Happy started worrying. Ugh, apparently they had been teasing Tony too much about acting like Peter’s dad lately, because Happy had started thinking of him that way, and it had just… slipped out! He tried to reach his chin up high enough to get a look at Peter’s expression, but the boy’s head was turned, staring out the window.

Happy was just about to ask him if he was okay, and apologize again, when a quiet voice came from the back seat.

“Happy?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m not mad. I just… what made you say that?”

“Uh…” Well, at this point, the truth was probably best. “For quite a while now, Rhodey, and Pepper, and a couple other people have teased Tony--just a little bit--about acting like your dad, and I just wasn’t thinking when I talked. Please don’t think it’s weird or anything, or be awkward. It was just a slip of the tongue. An accident.”

“How does he… how does he act when you say that? I mean… do you think he would care if he knew that I kinda think about him that way, too, now?” The last part came out quick and quiet, but Happy still heard.

Oh, wow. “Kid, I think he’d be flattered, honestly. You should hear the way he goes on about you when you’re not there. He’s as proud and protective as any dad I’ve ever known.” And his behavior was totally out of character for Tony. Which is why they’d been giving him a hard time, but they’d also all been impressed at how having Peter around had settled him. Given him a little more purpose and focus.

“Oh,” Peter said thoughtfully. When Happy glanced back, the kid was smiling softly. 

After they pulled into the garage a few minutes later, Happy rode up to the penthouse with the subdued teenager, wondering a little bit if he was going to bring up how Happy had slipped up to Tony. Of course that was totally up to Peter, but Happy kind of wanted to be around to do damage control if needed. With Tony or with Peter--whichever one needed it.

As they walked in, Happy heard Tony from the kitchen. “In here, kid!”

He followed at a safe distance, but saw as Peter dropped his backpack and headed straight for the older man. 

“Hey, Pete, I got all that stuff out down in the lab that you wanted for--oof.”

Tony had stopped talking because he’d been knocked back a few inches when the teenager tucked himself up against Tony’ chest, arms wrapping around his mentor’s back. Tony froze for a moment, but quickly reciprocated the hug. 

“What’s this all about?” he said, his voice soft as he tipped his head down to rest it on Peter’s. “Something happen at school?”

“Nah, it was a really good day. I’m just happy to see you.” Peter’s voice was muffled, but cheerful.

Tony looked bemused now. “Uh, I’m happy to see you too.” He looked at Happy with a questioning expression. Happy visually deflected, shrugging and half-smiling. Even rolled his eyes a little like, Teenagers? Who knows? Maybe his part in this wouldn’t come up. Hopefully it wouldn’t. 

Peter pulled back, and looked around, eyes lighting on a plate of sandwiches Tony had been preparing. Dad. Such a dad. “These for me?” he asked brightly, reaching for the tray.

“Uh, yeah. Just bring it down, and I’ll start setting up. You can join when you’re done eating.” Tony put a hand on Peter’s shoulder to steer him towards the elevator, and waved vaguely at Happy.

“Uh, see you later, kid?” Happy said, the unspoken question obvious in his voice. 

“Bye, Happy. Thanks for the ride!” Peter said happily. And then the dang kid winked at him. Well, what in the world did that mean? 

Tony and Peter stepped into the elevator and were gone in seconds. Happy shook his head. Was Peter going to tell Tony or not? Now Happy was going to worry about it all afternoon, which may or may not have been Peter’s intention. That dang kid. 

But thinking of how much Tony enjoyed having him around, and how happy the kid had seemed when Happy let Tony’s feelings slip, he couldn’t help but smile. Just a little bit. Maybe it hadn’t been such a bad thing after all.

#completed fic ideas #irondad and spiderson #fanfiction #irondad tumblr prompts #irondad fanfiction #happy hogan #whoops

[fotibrit]

"EDITH (Even Death Isn't Too Heavy)"

In a fit of boredom, I wrote the first chapter of this prompt. Please let me know if its worth continuing writing this one :)) (1700 words below the "continue reading" , youve been warned !!)

When Tony died, everything was supposed to stand still. The grass, somehow, would sense the shift and would freeze over to pay respect. The clouds shouldn’t show their face at all, unless to rain on the horrible, horrible world that now stopped turning in the wake of such a tragedy. 

Everything was supposed to stand still. The world should stop. 

But it doesn't. It seemed everything moved at double-speed, with Mister Stark gone. Of course, there was a world to clean up. Half the people on Earth had appeared in thin air, and entire cities needed to be turned into hospitals. Mass confusion reigned. Everyone turned to the avengers for answers, and nobody noticed the body of the man who had saved the world, whisked away in a black bag. 

That's all he was. A body in a bag. Everything, everything that Tony Stark ever was and ever would be, was within that bag. The bag that Peter would never see again. 

There were parties. Spider-Man was asked to a dinner at city hall, a “Celebration of Life Revived”. They asked, should he accept, that he give a speech. The city missed the vigilante, he was told. People were concerned, not having seen the web-slinger soaring through the skies after the battle. They wanted to see him, admire him, thank him for everyone he had saved. 

They even offered transportation.

There was no need. He couldn’t attend. He would be at a lake house, on the outskirts of New York. He had a funeral to attend. The “Life Revived” would have to make do without him. 

Peter tried to avoid anything to do with Tony Stark for the months after his death. He was tired, far too tired to deal with the fallout of his mentor's death. There was paperwork to be sorted, meetings with SHIELD, interviews requested, and there was the small issue of Tony’s workshops. Nobody wanted to step foot in any of them, let alone clean them up. This wouldn’t be an issue. They could stay, collect dust, become an ancient artefact. Peter was willing to turn a blind eye, forget that the rooms ever existed, distract his mind as every crumbled up bag of chips on the lab floor became a relic of a better world in which Tony Stark lived.

It doesn't matter. See if Peter cares. It's not like anyone would use Tony’s lab again. Tony’s dead. 

Dead, and never coming back. His voice fades from Peter’s memory as Peter stands, frozen, in front of the lab door. 

Unfortunately, Peter may not care if Tony’s workshop turns to dust, but SHIELD certainly does, and nobody has the energy to fight that battle with them at the moment. Valuable work needed to be preserved, some things needed to be guarded under lock and key, a few things would go to a museum, per Tony’s will.

So, Pepper asked Peter to clean it out. “Just glance over everything. See if anything stands out. God knows I don’t understand his little language, but if he wrote ‘weapon’ in big red letters on anything, burn it before SHIELD sees it, yeah? Or translate it to ‘high tech prosthesis’. He would have loved that.” 

Peter was the only one for the job. There had been a few days in which everyone panicked, thinking nobody would be able to preserve Tony’s work. He had insisted on using his personal language in his notes, a language Peter privately dubbed “Teaspool” after failing to find a way to pronounce “TSPL” (or, Tony Stark’s Private Language”). Even some of Tony’s codes used symbols known only to Tony’s brain and computer. 

And Peters. Tony had taught Peter Teaspool. This fact had been private for years, with Tony preferring to keep the depths to which he trusted the boy private, and the boy following his mentor’s lead and keeping quiet. When it was first discovered that much of Tony’s work was unreadable to an English speaker, Peter had debated revealing his ability to understand the language. He ultimately decided that he wouldn’t reveal himself, he would maintain his last secret with his late mentor, but Morgan had other ideas. 

She showed up at his bedside one day. He was always in bed. Peter Parker, drowning in grief and blankets, was very easy to find. 

“Mommy is crying because she can’t read Daddy’s books. Can you read them to her?”

Peter agreed to step foot in the lab, but not much else. It’s true that he learned to read Teaspool over the years, but that doesn't mean he’s willing to spend months translating everything for SHIELD. 

He’s not sure he’s even willing to spend minutes. 

The door handle is cold, far colder than it ever was when Stark was alive, or at least it seemed as much to Peter. That might, in retrospect, have something to do with the fact that Peter had laid in bed, warm and comfortable and utterly numb to the world, for the last few weeks. Everything felt colder. 

He wouldn’t wait to go back to bed. 

The room was cold too, and creepily silent. Completely devoid of the whirring, the music, the laughter and called out nicknames that typically greeted Peter when he walked through this door. 

That nickname would never come again. He had already had his last. It wasn’t enough. 

“FRIDAY?” Peter spoke into the silence, more for his own comfort than a pressing need for the AI. He needed to know someone else, even a robot, was somewhere closeby. His voice cracked from misuse. It wasn’t that Mister Stark’s death had caused him to go mute. It was more like that very things were worth speaking for, in a world devoid of his father figure. 

Speaking only made his life better. Peter didn’t need his life to be better. He needed his life to not be his own. 

“Hello, Peter.” The AI responded. Even she sounded cold. Everything was cold, now. 

“Can you… play music? Anything? Please?” The room was haunted. Peter was sure of it. He had known it back when he frequented this lab for the express purpose of bothering Mister Stark while he worked. The lab was haunted by the spirits of projects that Mister Stark forgot about, Peter used to say. The half-built gadgets lined the walls, staring at the pair of humans working on another gadget, which would (in turn) be dejected as well. “This lab is a haunted graveyard. I’m surprised the electricity hasn’t revolted against you!”

Mister Stark had laughed, back then. If only Peter had known how right he would be. It wasn’t electricity, per se, that killed Stark, but Doctor Strange said it was the magical equivalent. It looked like sparks had coursed through the mechanics veins as he lied, waiting for death. 

The machines won in the end. 

Music started playing. Classical. Something happy. Far too happy, for this room. Still, it was better than nothing. 

Peter’s bare feet wandered over to the main table of the lab. He typically wore lab-appropriate footwear in this room, but then again, it’s not a lab anymore. It's a graveyard. 

The table was piled with papers, no clear signs of an organisational system presenting themselves. Blueprints for designs that could change the world were filed with Peter’s own chemistry homework, all filed right on top of the desk in a haphazard pile. 

This should be fun. 

It felt wrong, somehow, to sit in the chair that was right next to the desk. Mister Stark was probably the last one to sit on it. Who was Peter to take that away from the universe? He dragged over another chair and began rooting through the pages. 

—--------

Peter almost didn’t check the desk drawers. Tony never used them for anything more than snacks, and he didn’t know if he could bear finding a half- finished snack in there, knowing the inventor had opened it and would never finish the bag. Such a small thing, but the pressure in Peter’s chest had been building ever since he first started translating Tony’s handwriting, and he couldn’t take anything more. 

But he checked anyway. Maybe part of him wanted to break. And break he certainly did. 

A notebook. Bound in leather, stamped in the bottom left corner with Tony’s initials, a well used notebook had been pushed all the way to the back of the otherwise empty drawer. It was filled with a mix of english and symbols, and before Peter could start to translate, the english section caught his eye. 

It was a diary. Or at least, a personal journal. The small english section described Tony’s difficulty with keeping “Mark Two” a secret from “Obie”, and was dated 2009. 

As Peter flipped through the almost-full journal, the handwriting became more and more illegible, and more of the man's personal language took over the pages, until Peter hit the back cover. 

So it started in 2009. Peter flipped to the last page, intending to find out exactly when Tony had given up on the journal, only to see his own name staring back at him from the last entry. 

Or at least, it might as well be his name at this point. 

“TO ROO” it said, in big bold english letters on the top of the page. 

The following paragraph was written in the messiest handwriting yet, and in Teaspool. As such, it took over twenty minutes to decipher, and another twenty for Peter to read through the tears and disbelief.

Because what it was saying…

It couldn’t be.

“TO ROO

The wizard says there's only one option, so I’m in a corner here. I’m working on it, kid, but it’s looking like you will have to wait a while to see me after we get you back. I’ll make it up to you, I promise. Just stay strong. I’ll be back soon. I can’t wait to see you again, kiddo. Trust me. I'll have to push through worlds to see you again, but even death isn’t too heavy. 

P.S. Don't show the others. If they knew, I would be stuck. Keep it quiet. Wait for me.”

Three hours after Peter entered the lab, Morgan came looking for her brother at the request of her mom. Peter, notebook clutched in hand, murmured the phrase “even death isn’t too heavy” as he was led back to his bed.

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[writingintheshadowsforever]

Imagine being a Guardian and returning to Wakanda after hearing of T'Challa's death

After the battle of Thanos was over everyone had their own way of dealing with the grief of not only losing friends, but dealing with the loss of five years. You decided you needed to major change in scenery and asked to join the Guardians of the Galaxy in space. Your country wasn't happy with your decision. The Council even proposed that T'Challa order you to stay in Wakanda to prevent you from leaving. While you didn't wear the mantle of Black Panther your ability to manipulate solar energy made you one of the country's greatest protectors.

The elders always believed that Bast herself bestowed with your powers, so they weren’t too keen on the idea of you leaving and going somewhere. Where you would essentially be unreachable, but T'Challa refused to force you to stay. If you really wanted to go after all he was going through the motions as well. You promised to return if Wakanda ever truly needed you again. Shuri wouldn't have a problem reaching you in space, but she wasn't happy with your choice either.

You and her had been best friends since the day your powers surfaced. You were fifteen and had been feeling weird the whole day. Not knowing what was wrong and too afraid to go to a real doctor. You went to Shuri to get her to run a few tests to see what was wrong. Your body was running at a really high temperature which she found to be scary considering. A temperature that high would usually indicated a deadly disease of some kind. In her eyes you shouldn't even be able to stand right now, but trying to lower your temper was not only impossible. But it seemed to actually make you sick, and when she tested her theory of putting you back in the sunlight. That's when the truth was revealed as your body started to glow. She was the first person to know about your abilities and kept your secret in the beginning.

Losing five years of her life was a slap in the face, and made her realize just how fragile time was. When the dust on the battlefield cleared and Thanos was dead. After the funeral for Tony Stark was over. She wanted nothing more than sometime alone with you to confess her feelings. But when the chance finally presented itself you took both of her hands in yours, and pulled her in close. As usual she was the first one you gave the big news too, and it broke her heart. The fact that you were choosing to leave instead of figuring everything out in with her in Wakanda.

It didn't matter if your why actually made sense. It was simple really Thanos and his army opened your eyes on just how many threats. They were out there in the world that Wakanda knew absolutely nothing about. If someone this powerful was to ever show up again you wanted to prepared, and be able to warn your country. T'Challa used that argument to convince the elders to back his decision to let you leave telling them. It would be more beneficial to have a warrior in space looking out for potential threats.

Peter and the Guardians held off on departing a little longer to give you time to say goodbye. But that didn't make it any less heartbreaking when the day did come. You were waiting outside in the field behind the palace for one more familiar face to come. The team your new allies were waiting for you in the ship. Peter and Thor were arguing about what would be the first destination. For a second you didn't think she was going to come, but finally Shuri arrived.

"I thought you forgot about me for a second" You said holding out your arms for a hug. She threw herself into them with so much force, you stumbled back catching her. Her arms were wrapped your neck in a death grip. Your arms constricted around the waist as you buried your face into her shoulder. "I know I'm going to miss you too."

"Please don't go" she whispered into your ear.

Your heart clenched in your chest at the pain in her voice when she made the plea. You wanted to tell her exactly what she wanted to hear. That you had changed your mind and was going to stay for her, but then all of the images of your home being invaded. By a foreign enemy from space flashed through your mind. You shook your head pulling back to look her in the eyes. "I want to I really do Shuri" You whsipered back.

"Then stay" she repeated bringing her hands around to cup your face. "Stay with me"

You pressed your forehead to hers closing your eyes as a single tear escaped. "I can't I have to go."

Shuri let out a breathy gasp fighting the urge to breakdown into tears. There was an internal battle going on inside her head right now on rather or not. She should tell you how she really felt all it would take was three little words, but what if it didn't change anything. Plus was it really fair of her too try and keep you here like this. If you really wanted to go then she had to let you go. "I'm going to miss you" she told you instead.

"I know I'm going to miss you too Princess." You replied leaning forward just enough for your lips to graze her slightly. It was a glimpse of what could be if you choose to stay. Shuri felt it and almost closed the distance, but you pulled away.

You left.

Two Years Later

The message came through while you and the Guardians were in the middle of chasing some alien criminal. He was the ring leader of some pretty nasty space bandits. The Nova Corps asked the Guardians to take the mission about two days ago, and for the first time in months. Peter put the search for Gamora on hold for something else.

The alien was hiding out on a foreign planet with a high trading market. Someone must have tipped him off about your guy's arrival because the second he was already on the move. As the team descended on his hideout You spotted him making a run for it first and gave chase raising your head to shoot a blast of fire into the sky. Alerting the rest of the Guardians of your location, so they could catch up. Although it wasn't like you needed the help, by the time they caught up.

You had taken the criminal down and wrapped in a cocoon of solar energy. He was squirming as much as he could complaining about the heat. Drax reached down to pick him up but pulled his hands back screaming in pain from the intense heat of the energy. You let out a sigh shaking your head, and reshaped the energy. So it was only binding his hands behind his back. "Thank you sun warrior" He said as he threw the thing over his shoulder.

Peter caught you by the hand making you pause as the rest of team headed back to the ship. You turned to him with a smile that fell from your face at the grim look on his.

"Pete what's wrong?" You asked with a tone of confusion and worry mixed into one.

"Y/N I gotta take you home" he said with his eyes pointed at the ground.

Your stomach dropped at the dreadful tone in his voice. This was Peter Quill your goofball of a leader who was always playing music, and challenging you to dance battles. This was Peter Quill who was ecstatic to have someone else from Earth join him in space, and would understand all his references. This is a guy who jumped up and down in excitement like a little kid on Christmas, when you revealed the DVD copy of Footloose and the 2011 remake. You had brought onto the ship for him to watch. Whatever had him looking like this had to be bad. The only time his mood was down was when he reminisced about his past relationship with Gamora.

"What happened?"

"We've been out of range from Earth for a while now so it took the messages longer to come through-" He started

"What did the messages say" You demanded cutting him off.

"Your king T'Challa somehow he was sick and-"

Fear gripped you as you knew T'Challa didn't get sick. He couldn't get sick it was practically impossibe with the power of the heart-shaped herb. He was the Black Panther and the Black Panther didn't fall ill ever. You didn't even let him finish as you grasped his hand tugging him in the direction of the ship. "What are we waiting for Peter let's go" you said urgently.

Peter stood his ground tightening his grip on your hand when you looked back at him. He took the opportunity to wrap his other arm around your waist and pull you to his chest. With his lips to your ear Peter gave you the rest of the news. "That was the message from about two weeks ago. It came in at the same time as the new one from a couple of days ago."

Your knees started shaking as you anticipated what was going to be the next thing to leave his mouth. Still when the words left his mouth your brain truly couldn't comprehend it.

"T'Challa is gone y/n he passed away maybe a day ago. It's hard to know for sure when the message was sent out" Peter was saying. While you heard every single word none of it was really getting through to you. After he mentioned your king was gone your brain shutdown on you. Peter held you up when your legs gave away, and lifted you into his arms. You buried your face into his shoulder muffling the gut-wrenching sobs leaving your body.

Peter put everything else on hold to get you back home as soon as possible. He didn't even take the time to drop the prisoner off to the Corps stating. They could wait a little longer after taking one quick glance at you resting on the bench on your side. Thor sat at the bottom by your feet rubbing your leg. If there was anyone who knew what you were going through. It was him as he had been through almost the exact same thing. Left his home behind in order to protect from a massive threat only to return and discover not only was it in shambles, but his father was gone.

It took a day to reach Earth and when y'all landed in Wakanda it was nightfall. Peter sent on out a message prior letting Shuri know the Guardians were on their way. He assumed someone would be waiting for you, but there was no escort waiting for you in the field.

"Lady y/n allow me to walk you off" Thor said

"Its okay Thor I can take care of myself from here thank you for everything. That goes to all of you if you ev-"

Peter held up a hand to cut you off. "You don't have to say that y/n it was a honor having you on the Guardians of the Galaxy. Don't worry about us we'll be fine just take care of yourself right now."

You gave him a nod and with that set off for the palace your bag slung over your shoulder. The second you stepped off the ship and onto the ground of Wakanda. An overwhelming feeling of grief hit you worse than when Peter gave you the news. T'Challa wasn't waiting for you on the inside of the palace with his heartwarming smile. The Dora Milaje spotted the ship when it landed and had already notified the Queen, so when you climbed the steps. You saw Queen Ramonda and Shuri were at the entrance waiting flanked by Okoye and Ayo.

You managed to make it all the way to them before the emotions hit, and your knees dropped. You fell over onto your hands at the feet of your Queen with tears falling from your eyes. "I'm sorry your highness I should've been here. Please please please" you kept repeating your plea over and over. As you broke down all over again.

"My child on your feet" Queen Romanda ordered softly.

You shook your head as the crying intensified. It was Okoye who crouched down to your level placing a comforting hand on your cheek. You lifted your head to look at her but her face was blinded by your tears. "Your queen said on your feet solider" she repeated. You listened this time pushing yourself up.

Queen Romanda took a step forward and pulled you into her arms. Her embrace easing some of the pain in your chest, but only added onto the guilt you were feeling. "You are home now y/n that is all that matters. You can now truly mourn him."

The Queen held off on his funeral for as long as she could in order to give you time to return. But unfortunately you were just a day off and had missed the funeral. When morning came you still couldn't sleep and found yourself wandering around the palace. Every inch of this place brought a memory back of your time with T'Challa who the big brother. You never had when your powers became too much for Shuri too help you with. He was the first person she went to, and he took you under his wing training you in how to control them. Eventually the palace became home to you as well, and there would be times where you even dine with the royal family.

When you came upon the throne room and pushed the doors open. You were surprised to see Shuri on the other side standing in front of the windows staring off into the city. Her eyes barely glanced in your direction when you walked up and came to a stop beside her. She could your eyes boring into her.

"How long before you leave us again?" She finally asked.

"I don't know I think my place is here for the time being" You answered.

"Your place was always with us you should've never left." Shuri snapped turning her body around to face you.

"Shuri please you know why I had-" You tried to defend yourself.

"I don't care I loved you and needed you to be here with me, but you left me still" She cried. "Then I lost my brother and sent out dozens of messages begging for you to come home. I needed you y/n here when he got sick. I needed you here when he died, and you weren't here."

"I'm here now" You said bringing a hand to caress her cheek.

"What does it matter when I know you're just going to leave me again." Shuri demanded knocking your hand away.

"I won't I'll stay this time" You swore.

Shuri shook her head and backed away from you. She ran a hand through her curls with a hurt in her eyes. "Why didn't you stay before? Why wasn't my love enough to keep you here."

You didn't have an answer for that.

Shuri turned and walked away without another word.

You didn't follow.

#mcu imagine #marvel imagine #black panther imagine #shuri x reader #shuri imagine #t'challa imagine #queen romanda

[literatureatthebowofnails]

100 Followers + 34th Birthday Celebration

Hello my loves! I can't believe my fortune. I'm increadibly thankful to have 100 of you following my little writing blog.

There's nothing like The Mango to bring us all together! As a huge "Thank you!" to each and every one of you, and to celebrate my 34th birthday arriving in a month, I'm throwing my first party. My asks (as always) are open, so you can submit requests there, or here in the comments. Pick one of the 34 settings and/or one of the 100 prompts below, then send them to me in an ask! I'll be writing the first 134 requests (or however many I get) over the next month. That's my goal date. They will all get written, so long as they're submitted by 11:59 PM GMT-5 (US Central Standard Time) on November 22.

And now for the prompts

Settings

Bifrost

Streets of Asgard's Capital

Asgardian Wilderness

Inside the Palace (you may specify or not)

Palace Grounds (you may specify or not)

Jötunheimr Wilds

Ruins of Jötunheimr's Capital

Secret Passageway

Puente Antiguo

A Vehicle of Your Choosing

Upstate New York

Project PEGASUS Joint Dark Energy Mission Facility

Stuttgart, Germany

Quinjet

Helicarrier

"That big, ugly building in New York" (Stark Tower)

Sanctuary II (Thanos's ship)

Chitauri Cruiser

Avenger's Tower (not to be confused with its predecessor)

Svartálfheim

TVA

Mongolian Sand Dunes

Streets of New York

New York Sanctum

New Asgard

Sakaar

One of the Grand Master's Ships

Haunted Victorian Mansion

Church

Graveyard

Alter

Midgardian woods

Place of your choosing in MCU

Place of your choosing in our reality

Prompts

Peter's former babysitter meets the Avengers

"Where, pray tell, do you think you're going?"

"Stark? That man is nothing but a dick in a tin can."

"Unhand me, you rancid cumsack!"

"Oh, but for you...for you, darling, I'd do anything."

"What's that, darling? No one has removed these with a blade before? What a shame...we'll have to remedy that."

"Just to feel you pressed upon my need..."

Defying gratification

His forked tongue dancing against the sides of your clit

Bachelorette party

Tony: Doing time as a capsicle/Scott: Now I really want a capsicle...popsicle. I want a popsicle

"Fuck me, Father, for I have sinned..."/"Say seven 'Hail Marys' and suck my cock"

Halloween

Thanksgiving

Christmas

Hiking

Downpour

Snowed In

First Snow

AU (doesn't need to fit one of the above locations)

Caramel apples

Rewrite a story (of your choice) from the Poetic Edda

Timeline branch (you choose where on the Sacred Timeline)

Excerpts from Odin's A+ Parenting Handbook

“You’d do well to pay. It’s in your best interest."

On Wednesdays kings wear chains

Loki on his knees

All tied up (you choose who)

Threesome (so long as I know the character, I'm willing to do crossovers from other fandoms as well)

That one time he had a thing with a horse...

Headcanon from one of my fics (completed or ongoing)

Why orphans are called Loki's children

"I don't negotiate with people who shouldn't exist."

Out of place and underdressed

Witch

Your ex

Crush

Reading

Opening Night

"Selvig is not coming to my wedding!"

"Is that a threat or a promise?"

Kittens and Handcuffs

Lady Loki

The other Lokis

Shadow play

Lost in a corn maze, you meet an overly-helpful stranger

"Come over here and make me"

Ravens

Lost dog

More Lokis than you know what to do with

Ignore the man behind the curtain

"Wait a minute. Are you jealous?"

Oktoberfest

Ballroom dancing

"I was drunk, ok?! I didn't know what I was doing. Can you just drop it already?"

Caught

Trespassing

"I almost lost you."

Tea

"Keep running your mouth like that and I'll have to put it to better use."

Punishment

"Daddy"

Carving pumpkins

Baking

"Don't you ever do that again!"

Kids

Babies

Pregnancy

You get some magic of your own

Spooky

Tired

Nap

Hayride

"Kiss Me"

Kidnapped

Wine

Catch me if you can

Jam

Stalker

Neighbor

"It could be worse"

Flying kites

Hospitalized

Runaway

Pride

Costume party

Trapped

Whispers

Loyalty

Bonfire

“Please wake up. I can’t do this without you.”

Ghosts

Innocent

Spiked

“I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.”

Cozy

Sweater weather

Mole

Full moon

“Just once”

Many, many thanks to all of you, especially mutuals. This fandom always makes my day. Please keep reading, engaging, re-blogging, and creating!

Works completed for this event:

Excerpts from Odin's A+ Parenting Handbook

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[thetinyblossom]

Hiya, if you know him, can you do Peter Parker (Tom Holland's version) Cg! and Little! headcannons?/nf

Alright!

💙Caregiver! Peter Parker (MCU) Headcanons💙

You would meet him either in the avengers tower as a trainee or at college

He would already know what age regression is due to learning about it on the internet

One day you were trying to keep from slipping but that wasn’t very successful

Amongst the caos of being tiny where you wouldn’t like to be, Peter noticed you struggling and came to help!

He immediately understood that you were a regressor and he was happy he could help!

After that was incident he offered to be your cg and you said yes :)

He is so very caring, loves cuddling and giving you hugs, his love language is touch

He also loves making you your food, feeding you, helping you with chores, all for his little one

He being Spider-Man is a secret you keep safe and you adore that your cg is a super hero

Likes to be called “Daddy” or “Spidy”

Would call you “My little one”, “(title)’s Little hero” and “Kiddo”

Probably uses his webs to entertain you, probably does a mess but he doesn’t mind as long as you are happy

He always tries to give you a little trinket or small gift, he probably brought your first paci as a gift!

Spidy senses are also pretty helpful for a cg, keeping you far away from trouble!

❤️Little! Peter Parker (MCU) Headcanons❤️

Baby/toddler regressor

Cgs Tony (Papa) and May (Mama)

Babysitters as Ned (Bubba/Big bro) and MJ (“Me-Jay”)!

The nicknames he enjoys are: “Spider kid” “kiddo” “kid” “(little) buddy” “little one”

Very a attached to a plushie and carries it around everywhere

He enjoys pacis ! He loves deco ones (they are so cute!)

Loves onsies (prefers the ones with feet)

Usually pretty soft and emocional little but also has its peaks of energy, he can be quite de handful

Having spidy powers when feeling hyper is a handful combo! He climbs the walls, plays with lots of toys, probably leave some webs around

Loves playing Legos with Ned, considers him a older brother

All itens must be Spiderman or Star Wars themed, otherwise he avoids it ! (Small exception to itens themed around his favorites animals)

Once again Ty for Teddy @teddy-the-sunshine-bear for helping me!!!

#agere #safe agere #agerespace #age regression #age regressor #agere post #agere flip #sfw regression #agere fandom #fandom agere #agere boy #sfw agere #agere hcs #agere headcanons #fictional caregiver #caregiver headcanons

[luna-lunera-morada]

Fireworks Go Boom

a/n: Just a good ol’ Bucky hurting the reader on accident and she forgives him. Cuz who doesn’t love some dramatics? (I think I need help)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Reader loves fireworks with all their heart and pulls Bucky along with them to watch them light up the night sky. But what happens when the sudden loud sounds flow through the ex-winter soldier?

Warnings: Angst, PTSD, violence, blood, injury, very slight language, fluff, protective tony

Word count: 1.9k

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You’ve never known how to explain it. Fireworks were something that you loved with all of your heart. Maybe you loved it so much because it kind of matched you. It’s so quiet while it’s building and rising but once it takes up too much energy it explodes. But the sudden burst of energy is so beautiful and you never know how it will look. What shape will it take? What colors will it have?

You have always rambled on to the team and Bucky about how much you loved fireworks and how you wished you could see them every day. The team usually just laughed at your obsession with powder exploding. What you didn’t see though was the way your boyfriend of a year cringed and tensed every time you mentioned the urge to go see fireworks. Given his past, he and Steve were somewhat sensitive to sudden loud noises and were both diagnosed with PTSD. You only knew vaguely about this diagnosis. Whenever you asked Bucky to talk more about it he would cower away, so you never pushed further.

You and Bucky are huddled together on an armchair while Steve, Wanda, Sam, Bruce, and Peter litter the couches surrounding the flatscreen. It was Parker’s turn for movie night so all of you were stuck watching Star Wars. You sat cuddled on Bucky’s lap drifting to sleep while he ran his hand up and down your back. He stared down at your peaceful face. Your slow breaths go in and out so softly. This is a sight that he will always love and never wants it to end. But when does he ever get what he wants?

Tony strides into the living room. “Hey, Squirt!”

You wake up with a jolt in Bucky’s arms and his grip tightens around your frame. He glares at Tony, angered that he woke you up. You rub your eyes and sit up in Bucky’s lap. “Yeah Tones?”

Tony had been like a big, at times overprotective, brother to you. He was the first one to take you under his wing when you joined the team. He cared for you more than you knew. “There’s gonna be some 4th of July fireworks in a couple of minutes and the roof has a pretty good view. You wanna go?” You gasp in excitement and stand, pulling Bucky up with you. “What! Yes, yes let’s go!”

Bucky doesn’t know what to do. Should he tell her? He looks over to Steve who already has eyes on his worried friend. He makes a hand gesture rising up and down following his deep breaths. He mouths the word, “Breathe.” Bucky nods and takes a deep breath, then another. You turn around on your heels and he plasters a fake smile on his face.

Tony was right, the view from the hangar is beautiful. Almost every star in the sky shines with such clearness. Bucky wraps his left arm around your waist. “Oh, Buck look!” You point to a star shooting across the sky. “Make a wish!” He looks down to see your eyes squinted shut. “I have my wish right here.” Your cheeks heat up with blush as Bucky lifts your chin to peck a kiss on your lips. “You’re such a ladies man.” He chuckles and looks back out to the sky. “Only for you, doll.” You rest your head on his shoulder and wait for the fireworks to start.

Steve quietly comes up behind Bucky and places a pair of earplugs into his hand. Bucky gives a silent grateful nod and places the pieces of foam into his ears. He has no idea if these small things will help him but it’s too late to question it. You point to the tiny line flying up into the sky. Bucky tenses and prepares for the sound. The same word repeats itself in his mind. Breathe, just breathe. He looks down at you. The brightest smile adorns your face. He ruined a lot of things for people, but he won’t ruin this for you.

The first firework bursts into beautiful bright colors. Bucky goes still and his grip around you tightens. Red sparkles shine throughout the sky. The next firework sounds with a boom and his grip tightens even more. A plain white firework glitters in the night sky. You feel the change of pressure around your hip and look up to him. “Hey, are you ok? You’re kind of hurting me, Buck.” His eyes follow the next firework making its way into the sky. They’re filled with fear like he isn’t all there. Boom. Glowing blue shines across each face watching the show. Bucky’s metal arm whirs and grows tighter. You wince. “OUCH BUCKY LET GO!” You try to pry yourself from his grasp but it’s no use. Three trails of smoke rise into the sky.

BOOM.

The sound rumbles through the floor and shakes into his bones. “GET DOWN!”, he yells and tackles you to the floor. The full force of the winter soldier sends your head straight to the hard floor with a loud crack. His body shields you from any potential harm in his mind. “BUCK!” Steve yells and puts a hand on his friend’s shoulder attempting to lift him up but he is met with a swing of vibranium to his stomach. Tony activates a part of his suit just covering his hand, pointing his open palm at the soldier. He turns to Wanda, “Calm him down!” She steps forward and forces her magic into the soldier’s mind sending him to sleep. He falls limp onto your body and a gasp of strained pain leaves your throat. Steve pulls the 260-pound body off of you.

Tony comes to kneel by your side. “Y/N are you okay?” You squeeze your eyes shut. “My head really hurts.” He looks down to examine your head. Blood starts to seep through your hair creating a small puddle. “Shit! Y/N keep your eyes open okay honey?” The pounding in your head starts to grow stronger. A sense of peace starts to drive itself through your body with your eyelids growing heavier. “Tones. I’m tired.” He turns to Bruce. “Meet me in the medbay.” Bruce sprints inside the compound. “C’mon you’re gonna be alright.” He says, picking you up bridal style. The sudden change in movement and elevation brought a burst of darkness to your mind. You were out like a light. Was this what being a firework felt like?

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“When are they going to wake up?”

“You know I can’t tell you for certain Tony.”

“Well give me something! They’ve been out for the past two fucking days!”

Who? You? Oh shit, wake up, wake up. You muster up any energy you possibly can and move your finger. It went unnoticed by some, but one. Bruce spots the small movement from the corner of his eye and stares at your figure.

“Language.”

“Don’t give me that bullshit Cap.”

“Let’s just calm down a bit.”

“Calm down? Calm down! I’ll calm down when you put his ass back in the freezer.”

You feel a gloved hand on your forehead.

“She’s waking up.”

Your eyes open slightly to a blinding light and squint. Your hand comes up to shield your eyes.

“Bruce, turn down the lights.”

The brightness dims and your eyes open, adjusting your sight to the room, Steve hovers next to the door while Tony and Bruce stand at your bedside. A dull thumping in your head grows stronger. You bring a hand up to hold your head but feel something wrapped around it. Steve slips out of the room as Bruce checks your IV. “How are you feeling Y/N?” You can’t muster out a response. The room feels like it’s pulsing and spinning. You know what you want to say but why can’t the words come out? You open your mouth to speak but a breathy groan comes out instead. Tony leans down and brushes the hair out of your face and kisses the crown of your head. “Take your time sweetie.” You take a minute to yourself and take a few deep breaths. “I feel like I got hit by a bus.” They both chuckle. “Well, you could say that. It turns out you have a little skull fracture.” You turn with wide eyes to Bruce. “You’ll be fine, nothing too serious. You just need lots and lots of rest.”

You start to remember the incident that put you in this bright room. “Where’s Bucky? Is he okay? What happened to him?” Tony tilts his head in annoyance. A knock from the door makes all heads turn. Steve stands, leaning against the frame. “He wants to see her.” Tony makes his way across the room to stand face-to-face with him. “If you think I’m gonna let him near her ever again you’re sure fucked in the head, Rogers.” From the far corner of the room you mumble. “Don’t curse in front of Steve.” Tony turns to look at you, seeing your pleading eyes is something he could never refuse. “Tony please, you know he didn’t mean it.”

He walks over to your bedside, “Fine, but the second he does something I swear-”

“I’ll be fine.”

He leans down to kiss her forehead. “Okay,” he whispers.

Steve and Tony walk out of the room leaving you with Bruce. He picks up a tablet connected to your monitor and holds it up. “I’ll keep an eye on you.” You smile, “Thanks, Bruce.” He quickly nods with a smile and leaves the room.

After a couple of seconds, Bucky comes around the corner and sees your weary body on the hospital bed with a bandage wrapped around your head. He rushes and kneels beside you and brings your hand to his lips. You can feel the hot tears streaming down your knuckles. He rests his forehead on your hand. “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry,” he mumbles over and over again like a prayer. You move your hand to cup his face. He leans closer into your touch. “It’s not your fault Bucky and you know that.” He stands and runs his left hand through his hair. “Don’t say that! How is this not my fault? I hurt you!”

You sigh and push your head further into the pillow holding you up. He takes a seat on the bed and pulls your legs into his lap. “I’m going to be better, I’m going to start seeing Dr. Raynor again, I’ll figure out how to be normal.” You look into his eyes. How could he think this was his fault? “Buck, I’m glad that you want to better yourself but don’t let me be the cause of that.”

He massages your leg, letting any tension that was once held there disappear. “You will be the cause for anything and everything I do, and I promise you, I will never hurt you again. I love you too much to see you in pain, and knowing that I’m the one that caused it…” He takes a shaky breath. “I can’t live with myself like that.” You pat the spot next to you. He lays by your side draping an arm over you. “This was just an accident. Don’t get yourself so worked up over this. What you lived before still has an effect on you now and that’s not unexpected. I knew what I signed up for when we started seeing each other, but my love for you will always let me see you as you truly are. The kindest person I’ve ever met and someone that will go to the ends of the earth to do the right thing for the people he loves.” He pulls you in closer and places a kiss on the back of your head. “I don’t deserve you.”

“We deserve each other.”

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a/n: AHH thank you guys so much for the support. I’m honestly taking all of my maladaptive daydreaming stories and turning them into fics lmao. Don’t forget that my request box is open! I’ll be happy to write anything! Try to lean it toward Bucky and/or Steve x reader cuz that’s my strong suit but I’ll write anything Marvel if you guys ask me to. Thanks!

#Bucky Barnes #james buchanan barnes #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes angst #fireworks #tony stark #steve rogers #bruce banner #wanda maximoff #hurt/comfort #hurt #injury #bucky barnes x hurt!reader #i think that's it

[comfortmarvelimagines]

Hi! So I really love your "When You Can't Find The Quiet" series and I think it's amazing how well you write! If you're still taking requests I'd love to see another part with maybe like Bucky and Steve helping the reader through a meltdown. Like Peter's ill or something so couldn't be there and Tony's away on some kind of business but like Happy picked the reader up and took them to the tower and Tony contacted Bucky to help. And like Steve's confused and just draws for the reader or something?

(Can be read as standalone or as (the much delayed) WYCFTQ pt 6)

There weren’t many people you interacted with on a regular basis, and that was just the way you preferred it.

People are scary. Unpredictable. Deceit hidden behind curtains of seemingly genuine intent, gauzy and constantly shifting and impossible to focus on what lies beyond. It didn’t make sense. All your life you had been exactly as you were, no lies, no acting unless instructed to. The masking kind, only, as you tried to keep up in the neurotypical social game. Frankly, it all seemed rather put on and pointless and by the time you reached high school you’d all but given up on it. Given up on trying to decode other people as well. There was too much shit going on, and it was the path of least resistance to settle on your small group of friends and leave it at that. Minimal masking, minimal need for interpretation. You trusted your friends to be who they said they were, and you showed up with no pretences held.

That being said, entering Peter’s world was terrifying. Here were adults that seemed to have true intentions; adults with the time and resources to make your life easier in a way you’d never before had access to. Adults- Tony, Nat, Bucky, Pepper- who said they wanted to help. Who did help, and not in the way you were used to adults ‘helping’, with social rules and short reprimands and sad sighs when you just didn’t get it. You had to trust them. Because without that help, trying to manage being a generally functioning human that left the apartment and did homework and went to school and didn’t punch randoms on the subway on instinct for standing too close, felt impossible. Part of you felt shame for having grown so reliant, but you knew the alternative all too well. Complete shutdown. Burnout. Months of being so hazy and out of it nothing felt real and nothing got done. So, reluctantly, you accepted the status quo.

Meltdowns happen. They suck ass. At this point you felt like you’d experienced every possible way that they could happen, the growing Big Bad Feeling in the pit of your guts almost familiar. They honestly didn’t get any easier with time (or, to phrase it kinda weirdly, with practice). The humiliation stung just as harshly after every one when you had nothing left to give. The Post-Meltdown Energy Drain leaving you collapsed on the floor like some kind of deflated beanbag, letting everyone else take over. You could cry over the mortification later when you had the spoons.

This last meltdown was no different. It had grown over a few days, the general unrest of the student body headed towards summer break doing nothing to help, nor did the constant stickiness of late-May humidity. It made sense, in a weird parallel way- humidity inevitable breaks with a storm, and the growing sense of badness broke in a meltdown. It was only too bad you couldn’t have waited until school was out to have it in the privacy of your bedroom. The floor probably would’ve been less gross as well, but even the thought of high school corridor germs wasn’t enough to get you up as you waited for Happy.

It wasn’t usually Happy who picked you up. Tony typically did it himself, and as selfish as it felt you preferred it that way. He knew what to do, and he hadn’t belittled you for it yet so there was a growing sense of trust that it was an unlikely scenario. Alas, being an avenger and owning a multi-billion dollar company is no casual business, and there was just no way he was able to come and get you, so Happy was enlisted. You weren’t sure what to make of Happy. He never really said much to you (not that you would’ve said much in return) but he seemed to like Peter. Only problem was, Peter wasn’t even at school today. Probably hurt himself patrolling, given that it was probably impossible for his genetically enhanced ass to get sick. Lucky.

The slapping of Happy’s shoes on the worn linoleum broke your train of thought. The corridor was being kept clear by Ned and the new school nurse, who probably volunteered just to not have to figure out what else to do. You could’ve sworn none of these people had ever met another goddamn autistic person out in the wild before. Which, their loss, honestly. You hoisted yourself up on a locker and followed Happy on autopilot, eyes glazed over by the time you reached the distinctive black car. You felt like absolute shit. But every part of your brain was yelling at you to act fine, act normal, like nothing had ever happened.

Unsurprisingly, Happy didn’t say a word the entire drive back. You felt like every atom in your body had been drained of energy and you collapsed against the window of the car, too viscerally exhausted to care about the vibration of the car against your skull. Somewhere deep in your brain you tried to remember all the steps to the sensory room- the elevator, the right level, FRIDAY, the security pass- but each thought was too much effort to complete, and trailed off part way through. You kept trying over and over and over and over to remember how to do it, how to get to safety, with each attempt fizzling out sooner and sooner and never eventuating. You were too preoccupied with forcing the repetitive thought loop to recognise pulling into a driveway, down to the garage, half closed eyes seeing nothing, and the bone-tiredness letting your head just hang when the pressure of the door dropped as someone opened it from outside. Cool metal pushed hair back from your forehead and held you up as the restraint of the seatbelt rescinded and you realised it was Bucky.

He didn’t even ask before transferring most of your weight to his shoulder, and picking you up and out of the car. Somewhere in the haze you considered that maybe, this treatment was embarrassing; after all, you’d only met Bucky like, twice, and this was the second time he’d seen you in at some point in the meltdown life-cycle. But your body felt simultaneously numb and tingly and not there at all, and you didn’t even have the energy to cry despite desperately wanting to be able to, and all you could do was sink into his shoulder and try and keep your eyelids open.

You could feel when Bucky spoke. “Hey, can you grab that blanket over there? It’s weighted.”

Still feeling devoid of any capacity, you almost imperceptibly shook your head. Bucky rubbed your shoulder. “It’s okay, I wasn’t asking you, doll. We’re up in the sensory room. Steve is here. He wants to help, and I’m gonna get him to grab the weighted blanket so we can rest on that big comfy beanbag. You can sleep if you want, or we can just ride this out until you’re feeling a bit better. Nice and easy,” he lowered himself to slowly fall back into the memory foam. It only just occurred to you that you were gripping onto Bucky’s shirt for dear life, that the only way he would’ve been able to put you down would be to pry himself from your entangled hands. An honestly, you didn’t even fucking care. Humiliation aside, Bucky felt steady and calm and reassuring and you still felt so unsafe in your mind and body, an unrest that could easily spiral into meltdown round two. Which, ya know, you’d rather not do. Fighting sleep, you felt the air shift next to you and Steve returned, draping the grounding weight of the blanket over your jittery bones. He had something else with him too; as he sat on the ground beside you and Bucky, you registered that it was a sketchbook, and without a word he started to draw. First a landscape, a sunset, some birds, etched in grey then filled in pastels of colour. Mesmerised, you watched as your consciousness dripped away, sleeping in the way you only ever did when you were safe

#wycftq #Bucky barnes #Steve Rogers #autistic!reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes hurt/comfort #tony stark #peter parker #winter soldier #captain america #iron man #spiderman #meltdown #sensory overload #Mcu autistic reader #avengers imagine #avengers one shot #marvel imagine #marvel one shot #when you can't find the quiet

[buckybeardreams]

The Auction part 2

Part 1

I actually didn't think I was gonna expand on this, but here we are lol

@starksvinyls @starkly @winterspiderpurrs @spidyirony @mrstarksbaby

Peter told himself it didn't matter, told himself crying over it would be pathetic. He'd been regretting agreeing to fill in for MJ from the start, and he'd been certain he'd either walk away completely humiliated because no one bid on him, or he'd end up on some date with a creepy old guy who wanted more than he was paying for.

MJ had promised it was just a date, that he didn't have to do anything but sit there and look pretty. She'd convinced him with "It's for a good cause!"

He'd been stupid to let her sway him, but then, against all odds, he got bid on, and it turned into a bit of a bidding war, to his astonishment, ending only when Tony Stark lifted his paddle and more than doubled the price of the bid with a flat half a million.

Peter was shocked, to put it mildly, and he'd only had roughly half an hour to pull himself together before he was being ushered out to greet his date.

And by then, shock had turned into what could only be described as fangirl rambling because Peter had never dreamed he'd be able to talk to his idol, the man he'd been looking up to because he was a world class engineer, owner of Stark Industries, the company currently leading the way in sustainable energy—not to mention, the same man Peter had been jacking off to since middle school.

So yeah, he was nervous and excited, and damn near vibrating out of his skin because Tony smiled at him and offered him his hand to shake— of course, Peter had stupidly slipped his hand into his and held it before blushing when he realized that wasn't Mr. Stark's intention.

Tony had just cleared his throat and carefully extracted his hand, and Peter had taken the opportunity to fill the ensuing silence with his excited-nervous rambling.

Then all his hopes and dreams had been shattered, and he'd left feeling so utterly stupid for thinking for even a second that a man like Tony Stark would look twice at him, would want him.

He showed back up at the apartment, looking absolutely miserable, and MJ, nose red from wiping at it, extracted herself from her nest of blankets on the couch to pull him into a hug.

"Oh, Petey, I'm so sorry," MJ said, sounding nazely but truly sympathetic.

This was all her fault for making him go after all.

In her defense, she honestly believed he'd be a hit.

She knew Peter struggled with self-confidence, knew he didn't think he was a catch, but he was so freaking cute, and if he wasn't a fan of cock and she wasn't a fan of pussy, she totally would have dated him.

She had been so confident that he'd be bidded on, reassuring him that it'd be fine, and now she felt awful about it, because the last thing Peter needed was to be publicly rejected by a whole room full of people.

"It's okay," Peter said, even though he couldn't manage a smile. "We knew it was a slim chance."

MJ shook her head, even in her sick state feeling the need to be protective.

"All of those people are idiots if they can't see how perfect you are!" MJ insisted, her face twisted up all stubborn.

Peter sighed.

He knew what she assumed had happened and wasn't going to correct her, because it was even worse to admit the truth.

He felt so fucking stupid, thinking that Tony Stark had looked at him and thought he was someone worth taking out on a date.

He still didn't really understand why he'd bid on him at all. He said he did it to save him, but why would he spend that kind of money just to keep someone else from getting a date with him? It didn't make any sense, but Peter didn't want to dwell on it. Besides, Tony was so rich, maybe it wasn't that big of a deal, maybe it was the billionaire equivalent to tossing change in someone's cup.

"I don't wanna talk about it. Can we just eat ice cream and watch Project Runway reruns? Please?" Peter pleaded.

MJ sighed, nodding.

"Yeah, but I should probably pass on the ice cream. I'm not sure I can stomach it."

"I'll heat you up some more soup."

"Thanks, boo, you're the best."

"Always."

MJ squeezed his hand.

"I'm sorry, I really didn't think this would happen."

Peter shook his head, giving her a strained smile.

"It's okay."

It wasn't okay, and they both knew it.

#starker #ironspider

[starsnheroes]

AFFILIATE VERSE / Into the Mel-verse if you are feeling groovy

set in a heavily canon divergent 616 timeline w/ spiderverse movies worked in / some of this like the leonard stuff is canon across all verses @thefleetsfinest / @crisispider / @hopeburns

anyways, here's a bunch of headcanons and notes that i have for what i have developed with MEL MY BELOVED BESTIE; and if it's chill, i will probably default to this verse being my main / primary. so if you're groovy, i'd like to write in this verse.

💜💙 freefall happens a little differently, in that linda and clint never dated, but they are friends mostly because linda is dating @thefleetsfinest and leonard adopted a stray alcoholic (clint) that is how that is going

💜💙 linda and clint still attend the gala together, or more linda runs into clint at the f.e.a.s.t. charity thing (leonard is probably in attendance too / linda still calls tony small dick energy and then kisses her doctor boyfriend) and both are squinty eyes at him the entire time

💜💙 Clint is actually injured going to Linda's clinic when Spiderman and Captain America confront him, and Linda still goes to defend him; partly because she will not have that happening right outside of her clinic. it definitely one of the leading causes where she wants some space from clint

💜💙 Clint still brings Bryce to Linda's apartment, and Bryce dies, and that's why Clint gets banned from her apartment. Linda calls Leonard to help with clean up, and Leonard helps Clint in the direct aftermath

💜 He goes to Leonard all injured after The Hood, and than he decides to go sober with the help of Leonard

💜💙 clint is still currently banned from linda's apartment, but she has mostly forgiven him for covering his ass and the whole dying kid in her house; it's fine he is leonard's friend, she can forgive him over time

💜 leonard mccoy is clint's aa sponsor, across all open verses, when post freefall happens; clint's living on leonard's couch as he gets sober and starts to put his life back together, there may have been some snuggling involved, because when you are sad and pitiful, sometimes being held is nice and lenny is a good friend.

💙 Clint and Leonard tend to go to aa meetings in Brooklyn, but if ever needed they have popped into the usual place that Tony and Carol end up. The first time that happened was so awkward for Clint.

💜 The first four people, on Clint's long list of amends and apologies, is to Kate, Bucky, Natasha, and Peter Parker.

💜 Now let's get on to talking Peter Parker ( @crisispider ). After apologizing to Peter, the two had always been friends over the years, but they become closer friend again. Clint is surprisingly there as Peter is going through the details of a divorce, or co-parenting, and being a single dad.

💜 Clint is roughly one year sober, and only doing small investigative, vigilante/hero work, not always directly in NYC (legal troubles), and that is when Luke has become Mayor (tbh i do not know the timeline between 2020 to 2022/23 comics well) when he gets the offer about the Thunderbolts, he is not at all sure about it and still has major issues with this

💜 Clint and Peter have been becoming closer friends, since Clint apologized, and it's once Clint has joined the Thunderbolts, that is when Clint and Peter start to flirt a little more, and one thing leads to another, that leads to feelings and a relationship. Clint's been a Thunderbolt for the city for some time now, in a relationship with Peter for some time. About a year probably.

💜 Peter and part-time Mayday move in with Clint at some point down the line, making the Spiderman and little Bug mainstays in Bed-Stuy Brooklyn. The neighbors at Bed-Stuy absolutely love Peter B. Parker, and he's a big help at fixing things and making thee apartment labeling make sense

💜 Clint and MJ are buds, pals, friends; he loves her. The Barton-Parker-Watson family is so good and wholesome. Kate Bishop is also a part of that, DUH, Peter gets Kate in Clint's will. Kate and Peter have such a funny friendship.

💜 Eventually, Clint does get back in good graces with the Avengers, and even returns to the Avengers in the time of emergencies. He can be both a TB and an Avenger sometimes as a treat.

💜 Clint's even visited Spider-society once, because Peter vouched really had for a bring-your-boyfriend to work day.

💜 Clint's best friend, outside of his other best friends. His non-superhero friend if he has to be specific is Leonard, he loves harassing his doctor, needs him as his sponsor. has become more of brother to him than barney is, and is his best friend. they just get each other. and he swears if leonard gets hurt.

💜 Leonard makes Clint cry more than he'd care to admit to, like when Leonard and the Mccoy family adopt Clint as their own, and treat him like family. It makes him cry and stop he knows it's okay to cry Peter, he's till crying though and its ugly. He also just loves Leonard a lot.

💙 Linda and Leonard start dating before Freefall takes place exact timeline uncertain. this happens after Leonard wises up. She cares a lot about him, and was just giving him space to adjust to moving to New York and involving himself in superhero lives. They are so close with each other, and really it was a matter of time.

💙 The Night Nurse Network is a thing, with Linda's clinic being a whole location, and she's got her rolodex of associates. She's got help now, she's not the only doctor/physician acting as more than half of NYC's hero population's pcp and emergency doctor. She has @thefleetsfinest and @hopeburns (when she's not in space) who both can be ran into and seen around the clinic, as well most importantly, everyone's favorite waiting room buddy, Leonard's corgi Luna. there's three doctors/nurses are the night nurse clinic now.

💙 As Clint would put it, the crush era between Linda and Leonard was unbearable (and since clint was drinking at the time / he drank to that) as Leonard would deny any time he got jealous that Linda was trying to date and get out there. Linda absolutely hated that time, as most dates were just not interesting or went poorly, and she did not really want to be "getting out there", plus Leonard was right there and really they were both unbearable and oblivious to each other's interest in the other!

💙 Linda always ends up back at the clinic after her dates (the one time with the lizard girl), and most of that she ends up hanging out with Leonard after all her dates, cause he's more interesting (and the ideal guy)

💙 Linda's friends include Jessica Drew (and Carol by extension), Stephen Strange (they get coffee, he's a pest once he knows about leonard too absolutely awful), Laelynn (by extension her girlfriend Luce), and Leonard (by extension clint and peter are around a too), and than there is Danny and Luke as well.

💙 Speaking of Jessica Drew, Linda absolutely adores babysitting Gerry when given the chance. To add to that, she starts watching Mayday Parker as well which she really doesn't mind, because of Leonard doing a favor for @crisispider and Clint.

💜🧡 Clint and Peter watch Greer's kid William sometimes, which naturally Clint is like "Oh my pal leonard can watch him too" which sorry Leonard you didn't like those curtains did you anyways. So Greer has Clint or lets Clint's friend Leonard watch William.

💙💜 So Linda and Leonard babysit, just as Clint and Peter will baby sit all the super kids they know.

💙 Linda was more nervous about Leonard meeting her mother, than about meeting the Mccoys or Leonard meeting the rest of her family. This is mostly because of the fact that her mother was unpredictable in how her opinion could be swayed. It wouldn't change anything, but it'd be preferrable if she was Leonard-favorable.

💛 Wasps and spiders may be natural enemies (which may not be true), but Nadia has said she has arguably warmed up to @crisispider but like Miles is still the cooler Spiderman

❤️ Luce (i know i need to add her) is absolute buds with @crisispider it happens mostly because she quips back to at least half of Spiderman's jokes with quotes in specific voice, and they usually grab a bite after a tough day of heroing. That and they get the whole secret identity.

❤️ Luce is Newark's vigilante, but she'll end up wherever a lead will take her which is more often than not over the water to NYC. She tries to avoid being in Manhattan, minus the Night Nurse clinic which is currently in Manhattan, because every superhero and his mom defends Manhattan. She'll go defend Staten Island if she has to over Manhattan (that's a joke she'll kick names and take ass anywhere, wait a minute)

❤️ LUCE ABSOLUTELY CAN NOT PROVE LEGAL ADVICE ! She knows why are asking @crisispider so go pester a lawyer! She is just a paralegal, and it's in her opinion that like hawkeye should not.

FUTURE PLANS AND EVENTS

💜 THE WURM -> don't worry about :) -> it's not a cosmic threat :) -> all in your minds :) -> it's my blog, so of course, this would happen in a meddium length hawkeye run :)

💜 A few relapses for Clint, superhero shit is tough but he always gets back on and it never lasts long. his sobriety lasts longer.

💜 Oh about that Wurm ;) The avengers are clint's team :) oh and Clint plus the team save the day :) so you think :) and things are fine until the Wurm comes back to eat Clint I mean what :)

💙 Linda has to relocate the clinic, which actually ends up being more upsetting than she'll care to admit. It happen, it's happened before, she's always moved when needed. This time it's more because Danny Rand had bought the last building to remove rent as an issue for her. She knows it was a give back thank you gift, these things happen, it is still absolutely a stressful and massive plan when she moves her clinic out of the Lower East Side. She tries to find a place near the same area and still in Manhattan, but rent is a bitch. She manages to find a place in Turtle Bay, between 2nd and 3rd.

💜 Clint and Peter get married ! There is going to be a wedding. The proposal? Has not been worked out. But there is, of course it's gonna end up a big thing, spiderman and hawkey are big heroes!

💜 Clint's best man is . . . complicated. It ends up being co-best man Kate and Leonard. He had to narrow down groomspeople to a limit number of four. Figuring out who is. . . . still tough.

💙 The meeting of the Carters and Mccoys was something, which to date may be the most stressed that Linda has ever been to date. It goes well, mostly.

💙 Linda and Leonard will get married too, and Linda wants it family and friends, and keep it small and quiet. As much as it can be when there are already a few superheroes who have to be on the list ( stephen plus clint and peter)

💜 Clint is Leonard's best man for his wedding with Linda. IT IS VERY EMOTIONAL. and Clint's speech is great (awful)

💙 linda's dress is a little decade inspired, just below the knee in leg, with some umpf to the skirt, off the shoulders or at least neck bare, good for dancing, very simple. the more exciting part of this is really the lace she is wearing underneath.

💜 Peter is gonna have a second kid with Clint. They are gonna be girl dads time two.

and just. so much more. so much. i love this affiliate verse. so much. also like. peter has the whole of spider society stuff. going on. and clint can't even wrap his head around some of it.

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While I'm at it, here's my thoughts on Peter Parker

Peter is a man who needs love and approval like nothing else. He might seem all bouncy, adhd, happy go lucky, but don't forget the boy was in elementary school when his parents died. He was old enough to remember them, but young enough to develop the kind of trauma where you spend years wondering if it wasn't somehow your fault. That maybe if you had been a better kid and a better son then maybe your parents would be alive.

So it's no wonder that Peter gets super powers and his first thought isn't some normal teenage thought. No, he doesn't pull pranks on his friends or rob a convince store of its energy drinks. He immediately goes out, risking his life to protect people. He even becomes frustrated when Tony tries to keep him away from the truly life threatening stuff.

Peter lost his parents and his uncle. That's a lot to carry, especially when you're young and you can't help but blame yourself. Especially in the case of Uncle Ben. We might not see Tom's version of Ben, but we know he exists and in all other iterations he's the thing that really drives it home for Peter that he's responsible for the lives of everyone around him. Every death is on his hands.

I think the worst thing of all is that Peter's big "get up Spiderman" moments only drive it home further, but those moments teach him that no one is going to save him. Because he's the one that saves people. It's all on him.

And this poor boy, he latches on to every adult he sees hoping they'll pat his little head and tell him what a good job he's doing and the heart break in his eyes when they don't is enough to kill a man.

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