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cherryblossomsmist · 4 months

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Tony has been forced into public events and appearances all day, the perils of keeping busy in the holiday season, but due to some scheduling oversight he has an entire day of outdoor events one after another. And the multiple events for different organizations and businesses and charities isn’t odd but yeah somehow his newest PA hadn’t realized he was going to be outside for various things like tree cutting, ice skating, sleigh riding, tree lighting, Christmas Market grand opening, and finally winter fire works.

And either it’s been a freezing cold snowy day or maybe it’s been a wet and rainy (but still cold) day and he powered thru it like a champ (or a man that knew if he canceled on even one of these events he was going to be labeled a Scrooge by the media). In anycase he’s chilled to the bone and Steve takes care of him that night

Maybe he and Steve had plans they cancel to get Tony warm, maybe Steve runs into him coming home and sees he needs help, maybe they are together or maybe this is the first time they snuggle up by the fire as friends and leave as something more. Maybe Steve leaps into action, eager to help, or maybe Tony’s chilled skin and pallor makes him think of the ice and he muscles thru that discomfort to help Tony.

I assume hot coco or warm cider is enjoyed, a wood fire it lit, and maybe a bath is drawn, there’s definitely soft warm sheets slid into at the end

Oh, my God, I LOVE this. Like the hurt/comfort potential is so good, and it's so Tony to like, push himself like that, even if he's miserable. And extra if you know, he really hates the cold and really feels it, partly because of his bad circulation, partly because of how when he was on the streets, the cold really got to him, and he almost died in that blizzard that lead to his getting sober, and every winter he goes back to that, wakes up with nightmares about being back there--so he's already exhausted before the whole marathon of Christmas outdoor experiences. And of course he's never actually talked about that with anyone, so no one actually knows how bad it is to him, and how it gets to him. His hands are aching and freezing through his gloves and he keeps feeling like he's freezing to death again despite the warm cashmere coat he's wearing, but he's not gonna complain, he's just not.

And Steve, who used to suffer through his own miserable winters as a boy, who for a while there was afraid he might freeze to death some winters in a tenement without heat, takes one look at him when he gets back to the mansion, tower, whatever it is, and he just knows he's miserable. Tony's so cold, he's so pale, he feels like he's half frozen, and maybe it does make him a little uncomfortable, but he still leaps into action, eager to help. Tony's ... dazed, he's a little slow from the cold, and he's clearly miserable. He responds with vague words to his worried questions, and isn't even able to effectively pretend he's okay. His hair is wet under his hat from the snow. When Steve touches his cheek, Tony can barely feel it, he can tell. Steve is Fixing This.

He makes Tony some hot cocoa (because I keep imagining Tony as a closet lover of chocolate, and Steve knows it), and he rubs on his cold hands and blows on them--if they're together, he kisses at each cold knuckle and the tips of his fingers--and rubs his hands up under his shirt, up and down his back, exclaiming over how cold Tony feels with soft concern, before he draws him a bath and gently bullies him into it, while he asks Jarvis for a heating pad for the bed like he often uses himself when he gets a little too close to the ice in his head. He massages him after, either just his shoulders and arms and hands and feet if they're not together, his whole body if they are together, and makes sure he puts on warm pajamas and a warm robe. He puts his arms around him and Tony just--leans into him, because he never expected all of this. Any of this. Tony's kind of horrified when he realizes he's nuzzling into Steve's chest, but he's so, so warm and comforting and steadying, and his warm hands are stroking Tony's shoulders, up into his hair, kneading at his muscles.

And maybe that progresses to sex, if they're together, or even if it's their first time--what better way to warm Tony up, after all, right? But Steve insists he stays bundled up while they're doing it, until Tony is actively flushed in the face, and he drinks a lot of cold water after they're done, as Steve laughs at how overheated he's gotten Tony and kisses all over his face, pressing his big warm body up against Tony, and Tony rubbing his hands up and down Steve's bare chest in between drags of ice water, while Steve rubs at the back of his neck with one hand.

#Christmas #holidays #stevetony #stevextony #hurt/comfort #Tony Stark #Iron Man #Steve Rogers #Captain America #Marvel #Marvel 616 #headcanons #I love this idea so much. I might do fic for it. seriously.#replies #asks #answers #text

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stonyauniverse · 1 year

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Stony AUniverse will be hosting games between now and Round 1 of our Bingo beginning on June 20th. The first game is:

DAILY DRABBLES & DOODLES

RULES

♡ Each day you are given an AU. Your work must be based in that Alternate Universe.

♡ Each day you are also given three prompts. Combine the AU and ONE PROMPT for your work.

♡ If you would like to make more than one work a day, that's fine, but be sure to only use each prompt once!

♡ We do have designated SFW & NSFW prompt days - feel free to make a NSFW work on a SFW day, or make a SFW work on a NSFW day! We know some people prefer SFW options, which is why we divided it as such.

♡ Works must be Stony-centric, but polyamorous relationships are allowed!

♡ Drabbles must be at least 100 words, and doodles must be finished.

♡ You can write as many words as you want, and your art can be as complex as you like - there are no "maximums."

♡ No underage sexually explicit works are allowed.

♡ Feel free to get started early, but do not post your drabble or doodle until the designated day.

♡ We have a dedicated AO3 collection for Stony AUniverse Daily Drabbles & Doodles. In addition, if you @ stonyauniverse and/or tag us #stonyauniverseddd on tumblr or twitter, we will reblog/retweet your post! Let us know if you have any questions!

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♡ On AO3, please use the Author's Notes to let us know the AU & prompt you are using, and mention the Stony AUniverse Drabbles & Doodles!

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purpleicedteas · 11 months

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Andante, Andante

by purpleicedteas

for @stonyauniverse Daily Drabbles & Doodles Challenge AU: Music Prompt: PTSD

Steve Rogers/Tony Stark Rating: T Square: @allcapsbingo - O4: Nuzzling

Tags: No Archive Warnings Apply; Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Nightmares, Tony Stark Sings, Tony Stark Plays Piano, Fluff, Angst and Hurt/Comfort

Summary: When Steve is woken up in the middle of the night by yet another nightmare, he goes downstairs only to find Tony tinkering at the piano, ready to sing him back to sleep.

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sayahs-corner · 2 years

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For @princessdark20920

Rated E

Stony, StevexTony

Prompt: Tony wants Steve to draw him naked (like the Titanic scene)

“Draw me like one of your French girls, Cap.”

Tony, Steve thought with cheeks burning a brilliant shade of red that was bright and deep enough to match the shimmering paint of Ironman’s armor, was a little shit.

Such a little shit.

Only Tony could turn a lost bet into a punishment for the winning party.

Steve had won, he thought furiously as his hand moved across the parchment paper, the blunt pads of his fingers dusted with charcoal. His fingers sketched out a form that he knew from memory. That devious curl of a smile pulling at the corners of his lips, the way a lock of hair fell across his brow despite his best efforts to keep it tamed. The sharp line of his jaw, strong and willful, the arch of his brow as it lifted in mocking censure. Steve knew every curve and divot of that face from memory. Making this bet a really unnecessary one.

It was his idea to do this, he reminded himself firmly, eyes narrowed in concentration as all sense of control was once again ripped from his grasping fingertips.

Tony had a terrible habit of doing that to a guy.

A few bottles of beer, a couple of whiskeys, and some of Thor’s Asguardian mead, and some words were exchanged. Bets were placed. But an outsider looking in wouldn’t know that Steve was the victor here. Not with his cheeks stained red and the smug smile that Tony was shooting his way.

Tony just had a way about him. An arrogance that when he walked into the room he owned it and everything around him.

It was infuriating.

It drove Steve crazy.

Tony had lost their bet, and now Steve got a free model for his art class down at the community center. They were studying form and movement.

Steve had looked forward to an afternoon of bossing the intractable Tony Stark around. He had even brought a couple of costumes and props for his teammate and sometimes nemesis to wear.

He had set up his easel and sketch pad in the living room where natural light tended to flood the space through the wide floor to curling windows. He had his charcoals neatly lined up in a row, and ideas and poses to put the infamous Tony Stark through or in written down on a scrap piece of paper.

His plans had all gone up in smoke, however, when Tony sauntered into the living room without a single stitch of clothing on.

Steve had stared, slack jawed with his tongue in a tangle, as Tony had sashayed over to the settee in the middle of the well lit room and draped himself over it. He currently had a pillow under his hips, face down, chinned propped insolently on his palm and a foot kicked back up into the air. His hair fell in wild curls, a touch too long for a standard cut, around his face and eyes.

Tony had put his ass on display and dared Steve to draw it.

All poses and costumes and fripperies went out the window the moment Steve laid eyes on that ass. As his hand sketched out its perfect curves, Steve felt something inside of him break. Snap.

Steve had, in his less guarded moments, wondered what type of form was under all those starchy suits and bright and distracting neck ties. He had often thought, late at night alone in his room in the tower, of stripping the clothes from that insolent body and turning the mouthy little punk over his knee to paint his bubble butt a cherry red.

He had fantasized about that ass.

Spanking it, squeezing it, fucking it, biting it.

And here Tony had come, like a red flag waving in front of an enraged bull, saucily draping himself over the furniture and demanding that Steve draw him naked.

Because this is what Steve meant by model right?

Steve wasn’t about to say no. He kicked the bag of costumes and props discreetly behind his chair. Out of sight of those sharp whiskey eyes.

He wasn’t about to tell the punk to put clothes on, not when he looked so very delicious while naked. He was sure this was just another attempt by the little shit to make Steve uncomfortable.

Stark was somehow of the opinion that Steve was some sort of boy scout. That he walked the straight and narrow path and had never had a dalliance before. That he was an innocent virgin.

The thought made him chuckle.

Steve had been to war. There wasn’t much else to do on the front line. No better way to feel alive in those fleeting moments of quiet and safety.

As Steve’s hand moved across the paper with long sure strokes, Tony’s smirk began to falter. He had obviously been planning on a mortified reaction. Maybe this was his way of trying to duck out of their agreement.

That wasn’t going to happen.

“Cap? You, uh, okay over there?”

“Quiet, Tony, models aren’t supposed to move. They're supposed to stay silent, sit still, and stay wherever I put them.”

Steve’s eyes flicked up to watch Tony’s Adam’s apple bob in his throat as he swallowed. A smirk curled on his lips. Tony wanted to play? Did he like being bossed around? In the field, that was a resounding no, but here on the couch naked and vulnerable Tony couldnt hide the reaction Steve’s words had on him. The way his muscles tensed, the subtle shifting of his hips.

Then let the games begin.

“Matter of fact, great job here on the couch, Tony. I’ve got the preliminary sketches down. It’s going to be great. I can do the rest from memory.”

Tony moved as if to sit up, an insouciant grin on his face, “Well it’s been real, spangles, but I’ve-”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Easy there Tony. You agreed to be my model for the afternoon. By my calculations, which correct me if I’m wrong cuz you know you’re the one with the head for numbers and I’m just a simple guy from the lower east side, but that gives me about three more hours of your time. At least. Amirite?”

Tony’s lips pressed together in a displeased line, his brow creasing, as he nodded once in affirmation.

“That’s swell.” Steve clapped his hands on his thighs before standing up. Tony moved, reluctantly, into a seated position, dragging the pillow across his lap as he gazed up at Steve with a narrowed eyed stare, as if Steve were a puzzle and he was trying to figure him out.

Tony was smart. He’d understand very soon exactly what Steve had in mind.

“There’s some great light over here by the window.” Steve grabbed his sketchpad and charcoals as he motioned to the far side of the room. The living room was great for painting because on each of the three sides it was entirely comprised of floor to ceiling windows. Steve chose the set of windows where the sun was in the backdrop, painting newyork with brilliant shades of amber, the sky a perfect blue.

“Why don’t you go put your hands against the glass over there, Tony.” Steve brought over his chair, and sat down facing the window. He busied himself with setting up his sketchpad while Tony’s muffled footsteps crossed cautiously across the room.

“Should I put some-”

“Nope. Just as you are is fine. It was your idea, afterall, and a good one. I’m looking forward to practicing capturing the way the shadows drape across your skin.”

Tony sighed. “If you had any idea how much my time is worth-”

“A bets a bet. And you lost. Time to pay up, chump.”

“You guys set me up and you know it.” Tony groused, hands slapping against glass. Steve raised his eyes to take up the long, lean, line of Tony’s body. There wasn't an ounce of fat or softness on the man, but his musculature wasn't bulky like Steve or Thor’s. He was fit, strong, with the body of a swimmer. Right now both of his hands were placed against the glass, his feet together, and he looked as if he were about to get frisked.

Steve’s smile turned devious.

He wasn't too far off.

“Tut tut,” Steve intoned dryly, climbing to his feet. “No, that’s not quite right, is it?”

Tony’s head jerked to the side, indignation in every line of his lean body. “Did you really just say Tut Tut? Is that a - hey!”

Steve’s hands wrapped around Tony’s hips, fingers digging in as he pulled those hips backwards into more of a bent position…that just so happened to press that cute little ass right up against the rough denim of Steve’s jeans. He felt Tony freeze in shock, watch the play of muscles in his shoulders and the way his fingers clenched and pressed against the window.

“S-Steve?”

Tony let out a startled huff as Steve’s foot worked its way between his legs, nudging them apart to widen his stance. Steve smirked at the red flush that was creeping up the side of Tony’s neck, at the way those warm whiskey eyes widened with shock and then took on a sheen of lust. He saw the moment Tony’s walls fell down, the cocky and brash tycoon giving way to something more vulnerable. More intimate.

“Perfect.” Steve whispered, thumbs stroking over the smooth skin of Tony’s lower back. He took a step backward, gaze falling to that bubble butt that had been haunting him since he’d first seen Tony step out of the Ironman suit in spandex. That first time…it had literally punched the air out of his lungs.

“There’s just one more thing for this piece. It’s really… well, the piece really hinges on it, you know?” Steve’s hand slid from Tony’s hip around to the flat plane of his stomach, fingertips ghosting over his skin.

“Can I touch you, Tony?”

The muffled grunt and the slightly jerky nod was consent enough for Steve. His hand slipped lower, fingering the treasure trail that led to -

“Ah, you’re already hard for me.” His fingers curled around Tony’s cock, giving the rigid length a gentle squeeze that had Tony inhaling sharply.

Steve played with him, then.

Like a cat with a mouse, his hand stroking slow and sure up and down the length of him. Tony was a good handful, his cock warm in Steve’s palm. Tauntingly, Steve stroked his thumb over the sensitive head, smearing the precum around until Tony’s breath was stuttering, his hips jerking helplessly into Steve’s fist.

Steve chuckled against Tony’s ear, watching as his breath stirred the small hairs on the nape of his neck. He let Tony fuck his fist, watching the play of emotions across the slighter man’s face as his hand squeezed tight around him. The way his cheeks flushed, lips parted and brows drawn down as he chased after his pleasure. The punched out breaths, the soft gasps and stuttered moans as Steve worked him into a frenzy, taking him right to the edge.

He was gorgeous like this, Steve thought.

“F-F- Steve” Tony groaned, his panting breaths the only sound that filled the room. “Please - I -”

Steve let go, chuckling as Tony let out a pained moan.

“Now, now,” Steve recaptured one of Tony’s hands as it tried to make its way down to what Steve could only assume was an aching cock. “You don’t want to ruin all my hard work, do you? It’s important that I capture the need in this piece. The invitation. Stay very, very still for me. If you’re a good boy, I’ll reward you after.”

Steve chuckled at the high pitched whine that left Tony’s throat when he walked back to his chair and picked up his charcoal.

Tony stood, hands against the glass, ass pressed backward in clear invitation with a hard, weeping cock between his legs. His head hung down between his shoulders, fingers pressing hard against the wall of glass, eyes squeezed shut and lower lip captured between pearly white teeth.

“How..how long…” Tony managed to croak out, his toes curling against the carpet.

“I could do this all day.” And he had every plan to. Steve couldn't wait to see that ass painted a cherry red from his hand, he wanted to capture the perfect imprint of his teeth in the globe of that ass.

Afterall, a bet was a bet.

#stony #fanfiction #steve x tony #marvel #tony stark #stony fanfiction #marvel fanfiction #steve rogers #captain america #ironman fanfiction #iron man #stevextony #avengers

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therollingstonys · 2 years

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After everything that happened between them, after a civil war that tore the only family they had apart, can Steve and Tony ever really be happy together again? Perhaps with the perfect moment in time, a fleeting rightness, they can try.

For @chickwhodoesthethingwiththestuff who requested a post CW mood board of Steve and Tony finding their way back together. I hope you like it!! 🥰

#mod stella’s moodboards #stony #superusbands #stevextony

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wingsandblades67 · 2 years

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Hey I'm looking for someone to rp Stony with me! I do semi literate to literate style. I am looking for someone to rp Steve. I usually prefer Tony to be bottom but 🤷. I love angst and will do a lot of different aus including but not limited to; non-power, Omega verse, and villain au. I have some ideas but if you have one I'd love to hear it! ❤️

#tony stark #marvel roleplay #stevextony #stony roleplay #stony rp #stony #stony smut #stony fluff #tony stark x steve rogers #stevetony #steve rogers #tony stark roleplay

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torturedpoetsdepartmentemployee · 1 year

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Hits Different is literally a SteveTony song.

“Dreams of your hair and your stare and sense of belief

In the good in the world, you once believed in me

And I felt you and I held you for a while

Bet I could still melt your world

Argumentative, antithetical dream girl”

#hits different #taylor swift #midnights #stony #stevextony #stevetony #tony stark x steve rogers #tony stark #steve rogers

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publisher021 · 2 years

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Hi everyone!

Recently I've been having trouble with my job (not enough work for a freelancer such as myself) and as an art student (Graphic Design for be more specific) it's a little difficult to make ends meet. Not only is my field kinda expensive, but I'm constantly purchasing new supplies and softwares because of my field of study.

I'm currently saving up to buy a new drawing tablet and whatever savings I do have keeps on getting put to use somewhere else – simply because something new crops up each time I think I have enough to purchase my drawing tablet.

If you have a spare dollar or two, and you're willing to donate, please send it my way!

I'm willing to write short Stony prompts (I'll put up a list of prompts to choose from) and you can commission me.

Thank you in advance! Your support means everything to me!

#graphic design #graphic design student #writer #fanfic #i just want to read fanfiction #kofi #ko fi donations #ko fi link #stony #stony fics #stony one shots #stevextony #steve rogers #captain america #tony stark #iron man

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tony-stark-ing · 9 months

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Tony actually showed up at an Art Gallery because he wanted to buy a statue of Captain America for his PRIVATE COLLECTION. If that's not flaming gay I don't know what is.

Galactus the Devourer issue #1

#tony stark #iron man #steve rogers #captain america #stony #stevextony #super husbands #comics #marvel 616 #earth 616 #lab notes #avengers

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underwhelmingalchemist · 11 months

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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Captain America (Movies), Iron Man (Movies) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark Characters: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes, Clint Barton Additional Tags: Sequel, this series is a part two to a one-shot, one-shot is linked, Soulmates, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Romantic Soulmates, Platonic Soulmates, soulmates bonding over time, Bonding, past Steve/Bucky - Freeform, possible future steve/bucky, possible future stuckony, Avengers Tower, Domestic Avengers, Emotions, Tony Stark Has Issues, Steve Rogers Has Issues, rated explicit to allow room for future smut, unknown end date, no beta we die like bucky falling off a train, Future characters to be added - Freeform, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, ask to tag Series: Part 2 of In Full Color Summary:

Decades ago, Steve kissed Bucky, and his world exploded into color. The war took that from him. Years later, the color returns... after kissing Tony Stark. A man he doesn't particularly like, and who he's pretty sure doesn't like him either. Now they're both faced with the task of figuring out what that means for them going forward, as well as what being "soulmates" means anyway.

Read the beginning here!

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myst1calx · 6 months

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get a room! Clint and Janet being unwilling participants in the pining..

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cherryblossomsmist · 4 months

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Bonus points for there being a power outage in the city that night*. Maybe the weather has taken a turn ans has taken out some power lines. Thanks to this weather the fireworks got canceled and Tony gets to go home still frozen but a bit earlier then expected (or maybe it takes even LONGER to get home in the weather), but the mansion/tower is running on low capacity because the generator is helping power several other buildings nearby so Steve has to go old school with warming him. Lots of wood fire and candles, cocoa made in an iron kettle on the fire, the need for body heat and fluffy robes etc, there’s not danger of actually freezing or anything like had they been trapped in a cabin in this weather but the creature comforts are limited and poor Tony needs those comforts something bad tonight. Tho the hot water is definitely working so baths are yes.

*https://www.tumblr.com/cherryblossomsmist/737109170429591552/tony-has-been-forced-into-public-events-and

Ooooh, yes, that gives it more of a conflict, like more suspense. Because there's a bit of a threat there, or at least a challenge for them, right? I'm thinking the fireworks finish--and the power blows. Like maybe it was related, maybe there was a bit of crossed wires or a faulty firework took out a key wire by mistake. And of course the Avengers would use their generator to help as many people as possible, so they have to not use much energy themselves. Luckily Steve knows how to go old school. He did it all the time, with less, when he was a young man, and his ma did it for him when was little. Steve's determined. He can do this. Make the cocoa in an iron kettle on the fire, make sure Tony gets a warm bath and then STAYS warm, wrapped in pajamas and a robe and blankets, fills up a hot water bottle for his feet. Tony is drowsy and out of it, even after his bath, and Steve just wants to put his arms around him and hold him as he directs him back to the fire. Tony keeps saying his hands hurt, and Steve wraps his big warm hands around his, rubbing them gently.

The low light makes Tony more willing to accept the help, the gentleness, because it's like a moment out of time, almost, and he feels sort of strange and sleepy and like it's okay to be a little needy, at least enough to let Steve rub his hands and put his arms around him, maybe he can lean into Steve a little bit extra. Steve puts the hot water bottle under his feet, which are wrapped up in big fluffy socks, and pulls Tony back into him in front of the fire. Tony feels like this isn't even possible, let alone real, as Steve hooks his chin over Tony's shoulder and feeds more wood into the fire, then talks to him a little bit about his childhood, tracing gentle patterns on Tony's hands between rubbing the cold out of his palms.

#replies #stevetony #stevextony #Christmas #winter #holidays #Marvel #Marvel 616 #headcanons #asks #answers

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