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openheart12 · 10 months

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You’re Losing Me

A/N: is this shit? yes. but this song? not shit

Summary: She’s at her breaking point. (dun dun dun)

WC: 1,427

~ You say, "I don't understand, " and I say, "I know you don't"

We thought a cure would come through in time, now, I fear it won't ~

It had been six months and nothing changed, his empty promises remained unfulfilled. She was at her breaking point.

She loved him as if he was oxygen, needing him to live, to survive. His drinking had only gotten worse since his release from prison. The oxygen she needed turned to suffocating her. Things had gotten so bad that she started to dread going home, catching up on missing paperwork instead or sitting in her office wondering how things got to this point.

He usually wasn’t home until after midnight most nights, drinking at the bar that was close to their house. It was just after ten o’clock when she arrived home, surprised to see his car in the driveway.

She expected a fight when she walked through the door. The kitchen was trashed, plates shattered to pieces laid on the ground, an empty twelve-pack sat on the counter, the empty bottles strewn everywhere.

~ Remember lookin' at this room, we loved it 'cause of the light

Now, I just sit in the dark and wonder if it's time

Do I throw out everything we built or keep it? ~

Fighting back tears, she grabbed the broom and started sweeping up the pieces of glass. “Home early?” he asked, coming into her view. She didn’t dare to speak, she was pissed. She was hurt. She was over it. “Silent treatment now?” he asked, slurring his words. “Did you at least have a good day at work?”

More silence.

“Jesus christ, Michelle, do you not know how to have a decent conversation?”

“How much have you had to drink?” she asked bitterly.

“Ah there it is, blaming me yet again. I had a couple beers, big deal.” he said defensively.

“I’m going to bed.”

“Whatever.” she wasn’t going to fight with him tonight, she’d save it for tomorrow night.

“Why are you being a bitch?” he asked.

~ I'm getting tired even for a phoenix

Always risin' from the ashes

Mendin' all her gashes

You might just have dealt the final blow ~

Stopping dead in her tracks, she turned around to face him, glaring at him. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me.”

“Fuck you, Tony.” she said before going upstairs to their bedroom. She pulled out a bag and started throwing clothes into it.

“Where are you going?” No answer. “Hello?” he snapped his fingers. “Earth to Michelle?” he tried again, knocking his hand over her hand.

“Don’t fucking touch me,” she hissed.

“What the fuck is your problem tonight? Sorry you had a bad day at work but that isn't a reason to take it out on me.”

~ Stop, you're losin' me

Stop, you're losin' me

Stop, you're losin' me I can't find a pulse

My heart won't start anymore

For you

'Cause you're losin' me ~

“Do you honestly think that work is my problem?”

“Nope,” he said, popping the ‘p.’ “Wanna know what my problem is?” he asked. “My problem is that you still work for the bastards who put me away and expect me to be okay with it.”

“Who’s going to pay the bills then? I’m not the one who can’t find a job.” She hadn’t meant to throw that out there, she knew how hard he looked for a job when he first got out. She remembered seeing the defeat every time he got turned down from one when they found out about his background.

His shoulders sank.

~ Every mornin', I glared at you with storms in my eyes

How can you say that you love someone you can't tell is dyin'?

I sent you signals and bit my nails down to the quick

My face was gray, but you wouldn't admit that we were sick ~

Grabbing everything she needed, she zipped the bag shut. She retraced her steps back down the stairs, her hand on the doorknob. “Where are you going?”

She didn’t know where she was going. She hadn’t planned on leaving not until he gave her a reason and he had tonight. Ignoring him, she headed towards the door.

“If you walk out that door, then we’re done. That’s it.”

“We were done the moment you got out of prison. I can’t do this anymore.” her voice broke ever so slightly.

“You can’t do this anymore?” he laughed except there wasn’t anything funny about it. “What about me, Michelle? I can’t do this anymore.”

~ And the air is thick with loss and indecision

I know my pain is such an imposition

Now, you're runnin' down the hallway

And you know what they all say

You don't know what you got until it's gone ~

“You’re killing yourself, Tony, don’t you get that? I can’t stand around and watch it happen.”

“I’ll stop, I promise. I’ll get help, whatever it takes.” She was fighting back tears. The mood swings were the worst part. One minute he was begging her to stay and the next, he was telling her to leave him alone. It was a constant war with both sides losing.

“Don’t promise me that. Don’t promise me when I know that you’ll end up breaking it.”

“I went to prison for you, Michelle. Fucking prison. I had to make a decision whether to save you or everyone else. And I chose you, I’d choose you a million times over and this is my thanks?” he scoffed. “I think I deserve a little bit of leniency.”

~ Stop, you're losin' me

Stop, you're losin' me

I can't find a pulse

My heart won't start anymore

For you

'Cause you're losin' me ~

“You shouldn’t have.” she said quietly. She didn’t need the reminder of why his life was a living hell. She lived it.

“Shouldn’t have what?”

“You shouldn’t have saved me. I would rather be dead than to know that all of this,” she gestured between the two of them, “is my fault.”

“You get to live your perfect life at your perfect job so screw me for having a hard time wondering what could be so bad for you.”

“My perfect life? Perfect job? What makes my life so perfect, Tony? My husband won’t even look at me.”

“I’m looking at you right now, Michelle. You’re making everything about yourself. God forbid that you suffer because I went to prison. Not everything is about you.” That pierced her right through the heart. He continued, “what do you want me to do? Get on my knees and beg for forgiveness?”

“I want you to care. I want you to want to get better. You’re looking at me, but are you listening?”

“Dammit, what the hell do you want?” There were a few beats of silence. “Just go,” he said finally.

So she did without another word. Closing the garage door behind her, she leaned back against it, her tears now streaming freely. What she didn’t know is that he stood on the other side, his head against the door. Both of them in their own hell with no end in sight.

He heard her sobs through the wooden frame and as much as it tore him up that he was the cause of her pain, he knew she’d be better off without him.

~ How long could we be a sad song

Til we were too far gone to bring back to life?

I gave you all my best me's, my endless empathy

And all I did was bleed as I tried to be the bravest soldier

Fighting in only your army

Frontlines, don't you ignore me I'm the best thing at this party ~

But all she wanted was him.

He debated on whether to open the door. Were they too far gone? Fuck, he murmured to himself. He had been an asshole, he wasn’t willing to lose her so he opened the door.

But she was already gone. Her perfume still lingered in the air, the only trace that she was ever there.

~ And I wouldn't marry me either

A pathological people pleaser

Who only wanted you to see her

And I'm fadin', thinkin'

"Do something, babe, say something"

"Lose something, babe, risk something"

"Choose something, babe, I got nothing

To believe

Unless you're choosin' me" ~

He lost her. She warned him, giving him so many signs and he didn’t see it until it was too late.

~ You're losin' me

Stop, you're losin' me

I can't find a pulse

My heart won't start anymore ~

#michelle dessler #tony almeida #tony x michelle #tony being an ass #24 #24 fanfiction #24 fox #michelle dessler x tony almeida

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tonymichelle24 · 2 years

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#24 #24 TV #Gifs #Day 3 #7:00pm - 8:00pm #Tony Almeida #Michelle Dessler #Tony x Michelle #Tony and Michelle #Tony/Michelle #T&M #TnM #Carlos Bernard #Reiko Aylesworth

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sauerland-2001 · 2 years

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Done with season 2 and I’m only continuing for Tony and Michelle, who I know play big roles in season 3. Love the big reveal that they got married between seasons 2 and 3, by panning over the big fat wedding bands lol. These two are so cute and the way Tony was ready to dismiss that big job because they didn’t have one for Michelle, warms my cold dead heart. Right now I’m choosing to ignore what will happen to them later on :((

#24 #how was this show not classified as a parody #tony x michelle

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hearts-4buck · 4 months

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Marvel + incorrect pictures (mostly young avengers)

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deans-angel67 · 2 months

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Rooftop

Summary: You and Spider-Man meet on a rooftop, feelings develop, but you don't know him. Or do you?

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Word count: 1000ish

Warnings: none, just fluff

A/N: I wrote this a long time ago and just found it. So I tweaked it and I hope you like it. Also not my gift.

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You sat on a roof top, legs dangling off the side while you watched the sunset. You took another bite of the sandwich you got at Delmar's. Taking a deep breath, enjoying the sunset. Feeling a slight sting as the cool air filled your lungs.

"I know your there spidey." You said matter a factly, finishing your mouth full.

"How!? I didn't make a sound." He questioned his voice slightly getting higher.

"I felt the energy radiate from your soul." You told him sarcasticly.

"What!?" He was so confused, the eyes on his mask moving.

"So, do I ever find out who the famous Spider-Man is?" You teased, standing up and turning around, balancing yourself on the ledge.

"What if you already knew him?" Spidey teased back, as you stepped off the edge of the building onto the safer part of the roof. He started walking towards you.

"Do I?" You questioned, taking a few more steps.

"Maybe." He retorted, stopping infront of you. He looked out at the sky the pink and orange dancing together to create one of nature's masterpieces.

You and Spidey had been meeting up on this very roof top for a month straight. And you felt as if something had clicked between the two of you. The playfull banter and sharing of snacks, as much as the deep conversations while somehow maintaining a sense of privacy. It made something inside you feel funny in a good way. He made you feel safe, even if you didn't truly know him.

But at the same time there was Peter the scrawny kid at school who didn't look so scrawny anymore. Of course you had a crush on him, he was sweet and empathetic and he wanted to help others, he constantly was. With school work, or helping an old lady cross the road, or volunteering at May's work. But you and him? That would never happen.

You two were friends. Strictly friends. You, Peter, MJ, and Ned. It was perfect. It was your little group. Why mess it up?

What you found strange was how similar the two were. Although the great Spider-Man tried to hide it you knew he was a nerd. He was clearly a teen, who was struggling to find his place in the world. And Peter was a massive nerd, I mean just the shirts he wore. He too was struggling to find what he wanted to do, or where he wanted to be.

Spidey sat down on the ledge and you joined him. You offered your half eaten sandwich and he gracefully took it. Lifting his mask as you started at him, right before he could take a bite and then looked over at you. You looked back at the sky.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" You said the sun close to disappearing into the horizon.

"Yeah it is." He spoke so quietly you almost didn't catch it. You looked over only to realize he wasn't looking at the sunset.

God you wish you could see his eyes right now. The eyes on his mask shifted as he looked down at your lips and you looked down at his. He started to lean in and as he was milameters from your lips. His hot breath coming in contact with your skin, you turned your head to the side and slightly leaned back. He swallowed hard before leaning back.

The choice had been made. Peter. He was the one.

"I'm sorry." Spider-Man said letting out a sigh.

"Look I like you, your kind, and smart and you save this city but I don't know who you are, how old you are or what school you go to. Assuming you go to school. I would kiss you but I- I" You stuttered trying to get the word out.

"Like someone else." He finished you scentence looking up at the sky.

"Yea."

"Whats he like?" He asked, taking you by suprise. When most guys were rejected for another they got angry and weird, but he didn't.

"Uhm, he- he's nice, smart, a total dork. He used to be pretty scrawny but he isn't anymore, although I don't think anyone really noticed. His name is Peter. He's kind and he's in the mathleets. He helps me with most of the homework, since I kinda suck at it. He's such a good friend. Always there when you need him. But I just don't know how to tell him. God I'm stupid." You rambled a smile on your lips, not noticing that spidey was trying to get your attention. But he got it regardless.

He crashed his lips onto yours making you shut up. He quickly pulled away and swifly removed his mask.

"I like you to dork." Your brain was lagging, your mouth hung open overwelmed by what just happened. A strange feeling settled in your stomach before butterflies urupted.

"Peter?" You questioned, with wide eyes and a confused face.

"Hey." He gave you a cute smile before you grabbed the back of his neck and pulled his lips to yours again.

#spiderman #spider man #marvel #marvel mcu #marvel movies #marvel studios #marvel universe #into the spider verse #michelle jones #tony stark #peter parker x reader #peter parker x you #peter parker x y/n #peter parker

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floilee · 12 days

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Clint underestimates them

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lazydoodlesandfanfic · 1 year

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Following Along (Tony Stark X Son!Reader) *PARENTAL

Characters: Tony Stark X Son!Reader, Peter Parker X Male!Reader (Platonic)

Universe: Marvel, Avengers

Warnings: Mention of serial killer, mention of dead body(s) (Both vague)

Request: How about a fic Tony Stark X Son Reader fic, where reader of a Sherlock type when it comes to his deduction, intelligence but also sometimes callous behaviour. Maybe Tony makes him hang out with Peter and his friends and it ends up him then following him around while he handles a case and it ends up with the Avengers tailing him.

Tony had known ever since his son was just a few months old that he was a little… quirky. He never really interacted with other kids at nursery or on playdates, and while other toddlers played with shapes and blocks, either together or alone, whenever Tony picked up Y/N and asked what he’d gotten up to, the answer was always something that was always… off. Like the time you made a poster detailing different bugs in the garden, drawing them and how they were different, or another day when you spent the entire time investigating and locating a little girl’s lost dinosaur toy, which sounded really sweet until the caretaker had to tell him that when you found it in another kid’s backpack, you dumped it out in front of everyone, pointed to the kid and called him a thief and made the kid cry.

Now, any normal parent would show at least some concern about their kid’s behaviour, maybe put them in therapy, try and get that behaviour out of them. However, Tony saw something in you that stood out. You liked to investigate. You liked knowing things, you liked to solve puzzles, and as you grew older, this continued and grew, and instead of punishing you for being rather blunt or rude at times, especially when you pointed things out about you, Tony instead set up a simple rule of “You can only do that if the person was being mean in the first place or you have a good reason to” and gave you frequent tasks to keep you occupied. That worked fine for the most part, until you reached middle school. That was when he started getting called into the school because of incidents.

It switched between you being bullied for being weird and quiet and rude at times, and you pulling stunts that always seemed to blow up and cause drama among the school. Like the time you blasted one of your classmates and bullies in the middle of an assembly for stealing other student’s work to get an award, even providing proof then and there, or the time when a teacher called in Tony about your behaviour, and you pointed out that you had been doing all your work and extra, and also that she was picking on you and suggested she stop unless she wanted her affair with another teacher to be announced over the speakers the next morning. All with a straight face, no mischievous smirk, or a glint of malice in your eye. It was also around that time when Tony suggested that you set up your own amateur detective agency, partially to hopefully help you in the process of pursuing a job you would clearly strive in, and also to stop you from investigating and exposing your teacher’s affairs.

Well, that amateur detective agency, where you started off with helping students with their own problems, very quickly became far more professional when you started taking on older, paying clients and being an actual private detective in the city, gathering information for people, and in more than one occasion, actually working with the police with it. Needless to say, Tony had to ask Bruce to get in touch with his cousin as an emergency rep in case any of this backfired, though you assured your dad you had been working with another lawyer called Murdock or something on some cases.

Tony had a lot of mixed feelings now about your job that you were doing. On one page he was immensely proud of you, and he knew this was only the start of a successful career and he was already prepared to help you set up an actual office for you when you were old enough, he loved to hear from you about your latest successful case, and when you came to him for his opinion on your cases to look for leads and he got to see your mind at work. On the other side, he was worried about you. You stepped on the cop’s toes often, and your lack of filter frequently got you in trouble with them, and then there were the dangerous cases with high profile crime involved where you were at actual risk of being hurt, and of course, the long standing problem of your lack of social life, and it especially worried him since you just started High School.

“Peter, can I ask you a huge, huge favour, and I’m being completely serious.” Tony asked of his intern on one of the rare times Peter was on base to update his suit. Peter looked up from where he was doing some homework, waiting for the update to be complete to look at Tony.

“Of course Mr Stark, what can I do?” Peter inquired, admittedly maybe a bit too excitedly.

“As you know, I have a son- Y/N. He’s not the best socially, and he has this private detective work going on outside of school, and it’s actually getting pretty serious. He told me about a new case he’s started, and I feel like he might actually get in trouble- can you just watch him please? Make sure he’s not in any actual danger?” Tony asked. “I don’t want you to feel like this is a babysitting job- it’s really not. Y/N’s cases are usually actual criminal cases, but he’s a year younger than you and I’m genuinely worried his bluntness is gonna get him in serious trouble with the wrong people.”

“I can do that!” Peter assured him with a smile. He of course knew about Y/N Stark’s private detective work, people talked about it who were in middle school with you as well as the stunts you pulled, and quite often people would ask if you were involved in a recently solved case, and sometimes you answered in the affirmative, so he knew that you were in serious stuff. “Would you like me to be with him or tail behind or..?”

“Tailing won’t work, he’ll notice immediately. Just tell him you want to follow along and be his back up if anything goes south- he worked out you were Spiderman before I did, you’re not gonna hide anything from him.” Tony explained. Peter didn’t have time to properly process the fact that you knew who he was before he’d already accepted his task and had left the base to prepare for tomorrow.

When Peter arrived to school the next day, as soon as he entered the school, he was greeted by MJ and Ned, who could see he was on a mission and had something on his mind as soon as he came in. “What’s going on?” MJ asked as she watched him look around the hallways, over people’s heads.

“I might need to skip school today. Mr Stark’s given me the task to follow his son around on a case he’s doing. It’s dealing with some serious crime so he wants me to be there in case things go sideways.” Peter explained to them.

“An actual criminal case?” Ned asked, and Peter nodded. “Any idea what it is?”

“No, Mr Stark didn’t state, but I’m gonna ask Y/N when I join him.” Peter answered.

“Can we tag along?” MJ asked, leaning on the line of lockers.

“Uh… are you sure? It might be dangerous.” Peter asked, wide eyed, getting a nod from the girl, and Ned got an excited grin on his face. “Okay, but if we actually get in trouble, run at the first chance you get, okay? I’ll worry about Y/N.” Peter told them, and after getting the affirmative, the three of them went on the search for you.

For Tony, he took no news as good news. He’d not heard anything on the news, Peter hadn’t called or texted, neither had you, and FRIDAY was silent about anything to do with the spider suit. It took that as things were going more than smoothly, you and Peter were playing nice, and hopefully you’ll have a new friend by the end of the day, and so he let himself relax a little bit and actually focus on his work.

It wasn’t until Pepper waltzed into his lab that he realised something was up, since she came in around the same time everyday; 5pm, long after school had finished, when you should be home, when FRIDAY would let him know Peter was using the suit. Something was off. He wasn’t sure if it something was exactly wrong, but it was off at least. His first course of action was to drop a text to Peter, asking how the case had gone, presuming by now it would be over and done with and maybe the kids had lost track of time and maybe were busy just being teenagers and having fun. He watched the screen after sending the message for a few seconds, watching as Peter read it, and started to respond, before the text popped up for him to see.

We’re still working on it

Now THAT was weird. It was vague with no details, almost like Peter was busy or focussed on something else. Tony didn’t feel great about that, and so immediately called his son, turning to Pepper who had been watching him since she came in, trying to figure out why he was suddenly in a panic with her showing up. After a few rings, you answered. “Dad I’m kind of busy right now.” You answered him

“Y/N, can you give me an idea of what’s happening? You’re usually home by now and I’ve not heard a peep from you all day.” He asked, glancing at Pepper who immediately understood what was happening. “Is Peter with you?”

“Yes. And Ned. And MJ. They’re being really helpful, thanks for sending them.” You answered, your voice being slightly muffled with the sound of fabric, and Tony could tell you had the phone pressed between your head and shoulder. “You know how I was hired to track that man’s movements before he went missing?”

“Yes, it’s in the newspaper, your biggest case- insanely proud- did you find something big?”

“Oh yeah he’s the victim of a serial killer and I’m working on finding the other victims and the killer.” You answered him far too calmly for your father’s liking.

“What- how are you doing that? Please tell me you got the police involved and you’re not planning to go body hunting as an after school activity- where’s Peter and the others?” Tony demanded towards you.

“Of course I’ve got the police involved- I sent them to look for the bodies in the places I think they are about… 4 hours ago? Anyway- dad can you get FRIDAY on the call please I need her. Peter forgot his spider suit.” You requested, answering a few questions your father had but adding so many more. FRIDAY, at the mention of her name immediately inserted herself.

“How can I help Mr Stark? She inquired, her inserting herself immediately putting your call onto speaker. Pepper came to Tony’s desk and stood beside Tony, who put his phone down on the desk and just leant over to put his head in his hands.

“FRIDAY, I need to narrow down who lives on Gallow Way, New York. We’re looking for a Man, within the 40 to 60 age range, possibly married in the past but now divorced and living alone.” You detailed.

“Y/N Stark you better not be thinking of confronting a killer!” Pepper spoke up, and silence fell over the phone.

“Does it help if Peter’s here, police are on route and his technique for killing isn’t a gun?” You inquired to her.

“Absolutely not- stay right there, I’m coming.” Tony ordered, calling his suit and immediately flying out the building to go collect his son and intern. In retrospect, he guessed he should have known that Peter would get caught up in your shenanigans and aid you in them rather than calming you down in these situations. Still, he was just glad that you had Peter with you- that did make him feel a little bit better in the prospect that you did face off against a serial killer. Not a thing he thought he’d be saying to himself when he became a father.

By the time he got there, the police were already there, having already arrested the man and were searching the house, and he spotted his son talking with an officer who was taking extensive notes, Peter, MJ and Ned not far away. He walked over to them first, and they saw him as soon as he landed and straightened up a little as he walked up to them. “What I’d miss?” He asked, before quickly adding “Please tell me you didn’t see a dead body.”

“No, we were just following the person’s last movements before I guess Y/N realised he’d seen something similar and quizzed us on some other missing people to see what we knew. We did a bit of googling for more information before Y/N announced it’s a serial killer and sort of just… put together a description of what the guy would be like who did this, looked at a map and picked some spots where the bodies could be then called the cops.” Michelle explained to him in a confused tone, which was understandable.

“Have they found anything yet?” He asked next.

“Apparently they did find something at one the spots Y/N highlighted a few minutes ago… which is terrifying.” Ned commented. Tony nodded quietly, before going on his phone, selecting a few things, before looking back at the kids in front of him.

“Alright, a private car will be here in 5 minutes, it’ll take you home, okay? Peter, do you want to go with them?” Tony asked, getting a rushed nod from the teen, and Tony was starting to regret asking him to tag along with your antics. Maybe he’d been too lenient with you. Maybe he should restrict what cases you can take on…

“Mr Stark?” Tony glanced up from his thoughts at the sound of Peter, humming to tell him he was acknowledged. “If Y/N has any big cases again, can I tag along? Other than the whole serial killer thing… it was kind of fun and interesting. I learnt some things that could help me if I need to do my own investigations.” Peter requested, getting slightly wide eyes in response.

“Uh… sure, just ask Y/N beforehand to be sure he’s comfortable with it, okay?” Tony responded, and Peter grinned and nodded, before Tony turned and started to make his way over to his son, still rambling to the cop who on close inspection almost looked frazzled. “Y/N.” He called, making you stop and turn to face him.

“Hi dad, I’m nearly done here, just letting them know what kind of things they need to be looking for in the house and stuff.”

“I’m sure they can figure it out with the extensive notes you’ve already had them writing. Say anymore and they might thing you’re the killer, not the detective.” He joked with you, giving an apologetic smile to the cop as he took your shoulder to pull you away. “If you have any other questions don’t be afraid to call us- I’m sure he’ll be happy to help.” He excused, starting to lead you away. “Did you go in the house?”

“No. But I did snoop in the back-” Tony interrupted you with a sigh. He swore you were going to be the death of him one of these days.

Hope you like it! Sorry for the super slow posts, I’ve been overwhelmed recently with things I need to do and it’s making me not want to do anything creative. If you have any questions, please send them in!

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rainagainstthewindowatnight · 10 months

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Tony/Michelle Reuniting in 4x24

#tony almeida #Michelle Dessler #24 fox #24fox #tony x Michelle

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helena-edits-in-real-time · 4 months

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I Can't See Me Loving Nobody But You

Day 4 doesn’t happen. Can Tony and Michelle still find their way back to each other?

Chapter 1

#helena writes #24 fic #24 #tony almeida #michelle dessler #tony x michelle

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mj-jones-parker · 3 months

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Peter: I wasn't that drunk last night

Mj: You were flirting with me all night

Peter: So? Your my girlfriend

Mj: You also asked if I was single

Peter:

Mj: And cried when I said no

Tony: You also printed out an adoption papers and tried to get me to sign them

Peter: Did you sign them?

Mj: Peter your a grown adult, Tony can't adopt you

Tony, whispering to Peter: Yeah I signed them

#spideychelle #peter x mj #mj x peter #peter parker #spiderman #mj watson #michelle jones watson #mj spiderman #tom holland #zendaya #tomdaya #incorrect mcu quotes #spiderman incorrect quotes #mcu imagine #iron dad #iron man #tony stark #robert downey jr #rdj

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more-comfortable-in-hell · 2 years

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I found it very interesting that at some point both Reiko Aylesworth and Carlos Bernard were in alien movies (Alien vs Predator Requiem, Alien raiders) so of course my mind went to a post day 4 Tony x Michelle au where they transfer to a secret government agency that investigates aliens

#24 #24fox #tony almeida #michelle dessler #tony x michelle #alien vs predator requiem #Alien raiders

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openheart12 · 1 year

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Big Bad World

A/N: An AU in which Michelle gets to NHS unharmed and is traumatized from what she saw at the hotel bc the poor girl saw some shit. Title comes from Kodaline

Summary: When Michelle gets released from NHS, the day takes a toll on her.

WC: 877

Tony was waiting outside of NHS waiting for her once she was released from quarantine. The eighteen hours were finally up and she was exhausted, both mentally and physically. She smiled softly seeing him, leaning up against their SUV.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he said, wrapping his arms around her.

“Hi.” For the first time in hours, all she felt was relief. She breathed him in and took comfort in his arms.

“Let’s go home,” he said, pulling back and placing a kiss on her forehead before opening the door for her.

They drove home in silence, their hands intertwined with her head against the window. She had her eyes closed and would occasionally feel under her nose for blood. It was like she was stuck in purgatory. A never ending hell, no light at the end of the tunnel. The day kept replaying in her head, over and over. Finding out Tony was shot, seeing him in surgery, all of the people in the hotel.

She hadn’t realized that he had pulled into the garage and opened her door. He helped her out, keeping his hand on her lower back as he opened the door. “Are you hungry?” He asked.

“No, I’m just gonna get in the shower.”

He was worried about her, it had been almost forty eight hours since the last time she ate. It was pushing four am by the time they got home. He couldn’t even begin to think of what she had been through and he knew that he hadn’t helped matters before she left to go to the hotel. They had been at each other’s throats for hours.

Meanwhile, Michelle had just gotten in the shower, trying to wash the day away. She just felt… dirty and everytime she closed her eyes, she saw the little girl, the man who wanted to get home to his pregnant wife, the hotel manager who begged to hear his wife’s voice one last time, the couple who were the first ones to get the pills, the man she shot, the lady who begged to not die, Gael. She slid down against the tile wall, the hot water stinging her skin.

And finally, she let the tears flow. Her throat tightened, making it hard to swallow and uncontrollably cried. She laid her head on her knees, her arms going around her legs.

“Oh, Michelle,” she heard Tony say a few minutes later as he turned off the water. He got a towel and wrapped it around her.

“I-I’m s-sorry,” she muttered through her tears, her voice breaking.

“Don’t apologize, honey.” He helped her stand up, grabbing another towel for her hair. His heart broke seeing her like this. What killed him the most were her eyes, they looked almost… lifeless.

He tried to help her dry off as much as possible before leading her back out to their bedroom and picking out clothes for her to wear. After getting dressed, he led her over to the bed where she laid down.

“Please don’t leave,” she begged, her voice sounding so small.

“I’m right here,” he promised. He took off his shirt and threw on a pair of sweatpants before getting in bed next to her. She rolled over, scooting closer to him.

He reached his hand out, coming to lay against her cheek. “Do you wanna talk about it?” He asked gently.

A tear trickled down her cheek that he wiped away. “I j-just can’t stop seeing all those people. There were kids, Tony. Their parents had to watch them die and Gael, he had a wife and kids. And Phillips, the manager, begged me to let him talk to his wife, just to hear her voice before he died and I had to say no. I don't even know his first name. All those people… they had lives and families and now they’re being carried out in body bags. And I can’t help but feel guilty for living when they had their lives ahead of them.”

“Sweetheart, you can’t feel bad about that. You helped every single one of those people by giving them a choice. It’s not fair what happened today, but you also have your whole life ahead for you. I can’t possibly know what you’re feeling like right now, but I’m so proud of you and I’m right here if you need anything.”

She hid her face in his neck. “I just.. I’m just tired.”

“I know,” he said softly, running his hands down her back soothingly. “We’re still here,” he used her words from earlier.

“How do we go back to normal after this?”

“We don’t,” he replied honestly. “What happened today was traumatic, Michelle. I know as much as you want to ignore it and how you feel, it’s not going to make it go away. Tomorrow, we can talk about it, we’ll do whatever you want, but right now, I just wanna be here for you.”

“I love you.”

“I love you, too,” he kissed her temple tenderly.

The rest of the night was restless for both of them, nightmares filled their subconscious minds. Every time Michelle would wake up, Tony was there to comfort her and she knew with his support, that moving past this wouldn’t be impossible.

#tony x michelle #tony almeida #michelle dessler #24 #24 fanfiction

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