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callsigndragon · 1 year

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Seeing Red | Ch. 50: Gone ✍️📲

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Warnings: THE MOLE IS REVEALED. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANGST AND FLUFFFFFFFFF. mentions of pregnancy, Very Special Agent Tony DiNozzo (he deserves his own warning) a bit of jealousy and... big ASS DRAMA AT THE END.

A/N: Am I sorry? Not really. Hope you enjoy the pain :)

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Jake leaves the phone on the table and looks around, searching for any familiar faces from his childhood or maybe an unfamiliar one that shouldn't be here at the moment.

Gregory always said that you should rely on the same people to take care of the "delicate matters”. That meant that you couldn't just go around hiring people to follow your target. It's troublesome. If someone went to follow him, Jake would know. There's only one guy who would do such a job in his father's name.

Nobody knew his real name, but they called him Vlad. He wasn't Russian, nor did he look like one, but Jake never asked about the meaning behind it. He couldn’t care less. Vlad had a terrible scar on his left eye, but by some miracle, he wasn't blind. If that guy was around, he would know. Jake's worst fear was turning around one day and seeing Vlad standing behind him. He was his father's left hand.

But Vlad wasn't here.

"Jake?" Mickey asks, following his eyes around the bar.

"Someone's listening to our conversation."

"Man, the only other person here except the Daggers is Joe, and he's in his late 60s."

Jake looks at Mickey, scanning his face. "Then who told my father that we were talking about all the food we had on the Fourth of July?" Jake whispers, not wanting to reveal to whoever is listening what he knows.

Mickey frowns, searching around the table and napkin dispenser. He presses a finger to his lips and looks under the wooden surface. He’s looking for a microphone. This is their designated table, the one that Penny always reserves for them. It could be easy to just leave a microphone somewhere and hear everything the group says.

But there's nothing.

"Hey hermano, can I take your phone for a sec? Mine just died."

"Sure, go ahead." Jake unlocks it and hands it to him, with Mickey wasting no time in looking around his apps as if he were looking for something. "Man, how many kid apps do you have?"

"Red has even more. I only have…" Jake takes a moment to count in his mind. "Four."

"Well, it makes sense that you have so many." But Mickey’s words don't match his expression, as he raises his hand, palm open and fingers spread, and vocalizes 'five'.

There's an app that shouldn't be there. Jake takes the phone and looks at it. No, he doesn't remember getting that app. Jake shakes his head, and Mickey takes the phone back, dropping it inside his own beer mug. He takes Jake by the arm and goes to the bar.

"They were listening to you." Mickey informs, looking at his own phone to check for any unknown apps.

"Can an app have access to all my phone's data?"

"Yeah, texts, calls, emails, and photos—and some of them can listen to you the whole time. Did you have problems with the battery?"

Jake blinks, realizing that the reason his phone is always running low on battery isn't because it's old, but because this damned app is working all the time. "Yeah, I did."

"Now you know why."

"But how did that app get onto my phone?"

"Someone with skills who knows your phone number can download it remotely on your phone."

"I change my phone number regularly so he doesn't find me," Jake points out, a rule he followed for the last twenty years of his life.

"He texted you in Hawaii, Jake. He had your phone number." Mickey recalls, running a hand through his hair, closing his eyes. "Shit, they know Liam's schedule."

"What?"

"It was on the group chat. They know."

"Who has Liam now?" Jake pats his pockets, looking for his car keys.

"Nat and Ames are here, Penny is working so… Mav." Liam is not safe, nor is Mav either.

"I need to go. Where's Red?" Just as he finishes his question, he sees you coming out of the bathroom, followed by the other two girls. "Red, come on, we need to leave."

You look at him with wide eyes, and your voice trembles when you speak. "W-why, what's happening?"

"Jake had a parental control app installed on his phone that he didn’t download. It was spyware."

"Holy shit. They've been listening?" Ames asks, looking at her own phone to see if there's any app that shouldn't be there.

"Liam's schedule." You say, grabbing Jake's arm. "We need to leave, now."

Both of you run to Jake's car, while you unlock your phone to check if you also have an app that shouldn't be there. Nothing is out of place.

"How did you find out?" You ask once the two of you are on the road.

"Gregory texted me talking about the amount of food we ate on the Fourth of July."

"Son of a bitch."

"I'm sorry, sweets. This is all my fault."

"Jake Seresin, if you apologize one more time for something that is not your fault, I will punch you."

"Please, don't. You have a serious right hook."

You get to Mav's in no time; the pilot and the kid are playing with the dogs in the living room. You let out a breath you didn't know you had been holding. He’s okay. Your baby is okay.

"It's too soon for you to come get Liam, did something happen?" Mav asks, getting up from the floor and dusting off his pants.

"There was an app on my phone listening to everything."

"Okay… I'll delete you from every group chat before we start planning Liam's schedule again." Mav says, grabbing his phone. You look at Liam, who is lying on the floor with Milo’s head over his tummy. Milo is like the brother Liam doesn’t have. Yet.

You try not to touch your belly because you don't want anyone else to discover that you're pregnant. Things are hard enough as they are.

“I’m gonna call a friend.” You say, knowing that maybe you should have done this before, but there was already an NCIS agent taking care of the case, so you didn’t think it was necessary.

“Do you think someone can help us?” Jake puts his hand on your lower back and presses his lips to your temple as he murmurs. “I just want this whole mess to end.”

“Don’t worry. He’s the best.”

“Okay, what’s happening?” Jake asks, closing the oven door after putting the pizza inside.

You blink, looking at him with a surprised expression. You drop the t-shirt you've been folding, and push Liam’s backpack to the side. He’s going to stay a few days with Penny and Mav while you and Jake help DiNozzo and McGee solve this fucking drama. “What do you mean?”

“You’ve been awfully quiet since we came back home, Red.”

Yeah, you have. You keep thinking about whether you should tell him about the baby or not. If you do, Jake will try to leave you out of this. Maybe he will leave again to protect you. And you can't afford that.

You sigh, looking down. "It's nothing, really. I was just thinking about everything he might have heard through your phone."

He closes the distance between you two, his calloused fingers lifting your chin. "There's more than that. You can't lie to me, Red."

You close your eyes and take a shaky breath, silently telling him that something is bothering you. “It’s too soon, I haven’t gone to the doctor yet. I need to check if everything is okay, and then...”

“Hey, hey, hey.” Jake holds your face between his hands, kissing your forehead. “Breathe, sweets. Why do you need to go to the doctor? Are you sick?”

You shake your head, hot tears fall on the tips of his thumbs. You can’t lie to him. He missed every day of your first pregnancy. He needs to know. He deserves to know that there’s someone more worth fighting for.

“You’re scaring me.” He mutters, his voice thick and hoarse.

“I’m pregnant.”

“Pregnant.” He repeats, and you open your eyes, and you can see in him a mirror of your own emotions. Scared and excited in equal parts. “You’re pregnant.”

“Yes.”

He laughs, his eyes welling up with tears as he gazes at your stomach. “We’re gonna have another baby.”

“Yes.” You start laughing with him, wiping his tears away. “Ames says that your aiming skills are legendary.”

Jakes snorts, hugging you tightly. “Hawaii, right?”

You nod, inhaling his perfume. There’s no safer place at this moment than in his arms. “Everyone was right; we made a baby on our honeymoon.”

He kisses your lips softly and kneels down, his hands on your hips. “Hi, princess. I can’t wait to meet you.”

You run your fingers through his locks, chuckling. “You don’t know if it’s gonna be a girl.”

“Shhhh, don’t listen to mama. Of course you are a sweet princess.” He says, lifting your t-shirt and kissing your stomach. “Now you gotta be a good girl and stay there for the next eight months.”

“I still have to go to the doctor, you know.”

“We’ll go tomorrow.” He gets up from the floor, kissing you passionately. His right hand caressing your belly. “We’re having another baby, oh my god.”

“Let’s wait a bit until we tell Liam. I want to make sure that the baby is okay.” He nods, grinning like he just won the lottery. He walks to the oven, his movements looking more like dance moves than actual steps. He’s gleaming with joy. How can someone look so cute while taking a pizza out of the oven? “You look like a kid who just got new toys.”

"I have a new baby; of course I'm excited."

A knock on the door pulls you out of your bubble. Liam looks at you, and you signal him to come with you, Milo following the kid. Jake moves to the door slowly, and you can feel your heartbeat in your ears. The doorbell rings, and you grab the nearest thing, which happens to be a pan, ready to hit whoever walks through that door.

“Red? It’s me, DiNozzo.” A muffled male voice says from the other side of the door.

“Jesus, Tony.” You open the door and see the brunette standing in front of you. McGee is right behind him with an awkward smile. You nod in his direction with a tight smile of your own. Maybe you should have told Jake that you and McGee had something in the past. “Hey McGee.”

“Red.” He nods. Yeah, things are still a bit awkward.

“I didn’t expect you for another hour.” You mutter, moving to the side so they can enter.

“When you told me that your kid was in danger, I got on the first plane I could. That’s what cousins are for, right?”

Jake looks at you with a frown. “He’s your cousin?”

“Not really. His father and my father were cousins.” You explain, feeling Liam’s hand on your leg. You look down, smiling at your son. “Hey baby, can you say hi to these gentlemen?”

“Hello, I’m Liam.” He mutters, making Tony kneel down and offer his hand to the kid.

“Hello, Liam. My name is Tony. And this guy here is Timmy.”

“Hi, Tony. Hi, Timmy” Liam waves, and McGee’s expression softens immediately. Yeah, nobody can resist Liam’s cuteness.

“Bubs, can you go give Milo some water? I think he’s thirsty.” Jake says, brushing Liam’s blonde locks out of his face.

“Milo you want water?” Liam asks the dog, who just barks, and they both leave to get some water.

“Well, now we can talk.” Jake says, signaling the couch. “Please sit down. I’m Jake, Red’s husband.”

“I would have loved to meet you under better circumstances, but...” Tony sits on the couch, patting the seat next to him, and looks at McGee. “Guess this will have to do for now.”

“Well, tell us all you know. We’ve read Walters’ report, so we know the important info. Jake is Jacob St. James, the heir that ran away when he was 17, Gregory planned James Seresin’s murder…” DiNozzo lists all the important events of the case, looking at the two of you and waiting, in case you want to add something.

“He had someone following Red’s every step for three years.” Jake says while sitting next to you.

“You have proof?”

“He sent me pictures. But... he apparently had spyware installed on my phone. Could have erased everything by now.”

“Where’s the phone?” McGee asks, getting his laptop out of his bag. He starts typing something with one hand, the other one extended in Jake's direction, palm facing up.

You get up, and get a zip-top plastic bag from the counter. It’s filled with rice and Jake’s phone. You place the bag in his hand, prompting the blonde agent to raise an eyebrow. “Our friend dropped it inside a beer mug.”

“You could’ve turned it off.” DiNozzo says, poking the bag.

“No, Tony. It doesn’t work like that. Once the spyware is installed on the phone, it can work even when the phone is turned off.”

“Okay, McGoogle. Thanks for the info.” He pats McGee’s back and turns to the both of you. "Well, he's been listening. Anything else?"

"Someone followed us on our honeymoon and sent a photo to our boss. He wanted to kick one of us out. My guess is that he wanted Jake to be left alone here, but Admiral Kazansky offered me an instructor position and we’re allowed to be together this way.” You explain, playing with your wedding band, a habit you have picked up again during this last month.

“Have you been directly threatened by him?” McGee questions, this time looking directly at you.

Jake coughs, not liking the stares that McNerd is giving you. “He told me he was giving me a last chance.”

“When?”

“This afternoon.”

“Then we must work quickly. He might act very soon.” Tony gets up from the couch and grabs his bag. “Do you have a place where we can stay?”

“We don’t have room here, and the couches are small…” You look at Jake, an idea popping in your mind. “Hey, you still have your house keys, right?”

“Yeah, legally I still live there because we’re not married, you know.” He stands up, walking to the little table where you two leave your keys once you enter the house, and grabs his keys. “Come, guys. I’ll show you where it is. It’s only three blocks away.”

McGee gathers his things, giving Tony the bag of rice. There’s something comical about the way he looks at the bag.

“Red.” Jake calls out for you, nodding towards the kitchen. You follow him, ignoring the little voice in the back of your mind that is telling you that he shouldn’t leave the house. Not now. “So… why is this guy looking at you like he came out of Bridgerton and he couldn’t believe that the love of his life got married to another man?”

“Are you comparing McGee to Anthony Bridgerton?” You snort, covering your mouth to not laugh.

“I don’t know, it’s just weird. Did something happened between you two?”

The small, tremulous tone of his voice tells you more than his words. “It was before I met you, and it didn’t work out. He was in Washington, I was deployed all the time…”

“So there’s no feelings left?”

You grab his hand, your thumb caressing the warm platinum band in his ring finger. “Jacob, I will crawl to the end of the world to be with you if I had to. There won’t be anyone else. Ever.”

“I’m the only one who crawls here, love. Queens don’t do that.” He smirks, pulling you close by the belt loops of your pants to kiss you. “Imma get those two to my house. I’ll see you in a bit.”

“Be careful, okay? I don’t have a good feeling about this.” You mutter, your eyes traveling all over his face, as if it were the last time you’ll be able to do it.

“I’ll be three blocks away. Nothing will happen. I promise.” He kisses your cheek and pats Liam’s head, before getting out of the house with McGee and DiNozzo.

It only takes the group of men a few minutes to get to the house. Jake helps McGee with his bags, carrying them to the door.

“Are you sure you can prove that he’s behind all this?” Jake finally asks the question he’s been having in his head all day since you told him that you were calling a friend.

“Walters managed to get a lot of information about your grandpa’s case, he has proof that the accident was planned, but he didn’t manage to get anything that pointed in his direction. I mean, Gregory planned a big funeral for him.” DiNozzo says, explaining the difficulties of the case. They don’t have witnesses, or a direct link with Gregory or SJAC.

“What if I made him confess?” Jake’s suggestion makes both agents freeze in their tracks.

“You want to meet him?” McGee implies, shaking his head. “We came here to protect you, not to allow you to put yourself in danger.”

“I have a family to protect. I could go to his house, trick him into thinking that I’m going back with him, and make him confess everything. I’ll wear a mic. It’s the best plan.” Jake assures them, groaning at the way both agents mutter a resounding no to his plan. “It’s the only way, and you know it.”

“We’ll find a plan that doesn’t involve my cousin being left without a husband. Now, can you please open up the door?”

“Sometimes you have to take risks.” Jake opens the door, lighting the house, and leads them to the main bedroom. “This one has a big bed. The other one is small. Liam’s size. So you’ll have to share this one.”

“Not again.” McGee mutters, dropping his bags on the bed. “Thanks for letting us stay here.”

“It’s the least I can do. Come home for breakfast tomorrow, there’s no food in here.” Jake offers, patting DiNozzo’s back. “Let me check if the fridge still works; it was giving me a hard time before I moved to Red’s house.”

Jake walks to the kitchen, thinking about the cold pizza that’s waiting for him when he gets back home. He sighs—maybe it’s not too late to order some takeout. Something catches Jake’s eye. The backdoor of the house is open. And there’s a black box on the counter.

That shouldn’t be there.

“Guys?” Jake calls them, and Tony appears behind him, gun in hand, looking everywhere.

“What happens?”

“That box shouldn’t be there.” Jake looks at it. It’s too small to have an explosive, smaller than a phone. The biggest thing it could fit would be a pendrive. Jake grabs the box with shaky hands, opening it slowly.

Jake starts running before the box can hit the floor. McGee kneels, grabbing the object that fell from the black box.

It’s a chess piece.

A red queen.

Jake runs faster than he’s ever done it in his life. There’s no time to get the car, and he doesn’t even have the keys. He decided to leave his own car at home and make the small trip in DiNozzo's.

He should have listened to you. You had a bad feeling. You somehow knew that this was the opportunity Gregory had been waiting for. He had been waiting until one of you found a solution to all your problems, giving the two of you a false sense of hope and making you feel that everything was going to end soon, just so he could take everything away from Jake.

How could he have been so stupid?

He trips on his own feet, almost falling to the floor, but he stops the fall with his hands, getting up quickly. His lungs are screaming at him to stop running, twinges of pain leaving him breathless, begging him to stop and catch some air, but he can’t. That red queen pointed at you, and if something happens to you, he won’t forgive himself.

He can’t lose you and his little girl.

He can’t.

Jake finally sees his home, the lights are turned off, and that scares him. He pulls out the.38 Special revolver he'd been carrying on his ankle for the past month and takes a few deep breaths to relax before entering the house.

He wants to call out for you, but that’s a rookie mistake. He can’t make his presence known.

Milo emerges from Liam's room, limping and grunting at Jake until the animal realizes it's not an intruder, but his owner. Jake crouches and pats the dog’s side, feeling him. The dog whines when Jake’s fingers touch a certain spot. Someone has kicked Milo.

That’s when Jake notices your unconscious body lying on the floor.

No. No. No. No. No.

“Red?” He holds your body in his arms, looking around to see any wounds, any signs of blood, or anything else. “Babe, come on, wake up. Wake up, please.”

You grunt, opening your eyes slowly until you focus on him, and then your eyes open wide in pure terror. “Liam.” You whisper, getting up from the floor and running to his room while holding the back of your head in pain.

But there’s no one in his room.

Your baby is not there.

He’s gone.

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midethefangirl · 9 months

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it’s been long since I made a pro Tony Stark post but seeing someone try to blame the events of Civil War going south on him had me heated. look, I will admit that some of Tony’s actions in the movie where not okay at all like wanting to kill Bucky for killing his mother while under HYDRA’s influence but maybe Steve stans and a lot of pro team cap folks should realize that Steve’s actions also played a huge role in the movie as well.

for one, maybe Steve should have realized that 119 countries banding together to make a document, you feel is threatening your rights, is a serious matter. 119 countries is almost two-thirds of the countries in the UN and the world, if a great part of the world thinks you are doing more harm than good, maybe as a superhero, you should try to reason with them.

two, Steve chose to do nothing when he thought his rights were threatened by the accords. I do think there were some human rights violations in the accords that should not have been avoided, however, Steve chose to do nothing. anyone who has done a bit of activism know how ineffective that strategy is.

three, Steve’s actions were proving to the UN even more reasons why they felt the accords were necessary. interfering with law enforcement when they were out for Bucky who was potentially dangerous was a bad idea. sure, Bucky was his best friend and I don’t blame Steve for wanting to save him. however, let us remember that Bucky had killed people while he was the Winter Soldier and the Romanian government didn’t have the perspective we have and they had every reason to see him as a huge threat.

four, infantilizing Wanda by calling her a kid because Tony decided to put her on house arrest. and yes, I agree that Tony not telling Wanda was a very bad idea but let us not forget that the Avengers were still under public scrutiny after a disaster of a mission in Lagos and the accords. Wanda could have been attacked by outsiders who could have gone the Zemo route because a family member was in Lagos and that would have caused her to try to defend herself which could get twisted by the media and turn more of the public against her and the avengers as a whole. mind you, the Avengers were facing enough mistrust from the public.

also, Steve, calling a huge comfortable compound with a swimming pool an internment is a bit tonedeaf to those whose ancestors have been to actual interments. as someone who had an Asian American on his team, I’d expect he know better.

five, accords or not, maybe the Russian government has the right to know about a man controlling dangerously brainwashed men within their country. sure, it latter turned out to be a false alarm but considering the fact that this was a security threat which many countries would take seriously, Steve for some reason never considered the fact that the Russian government should be alerted to something like that. if this didn’t scream arrogance, I don’t know what else did.

six, resisting arrest and trashing public property while on international borders in the bid of resisting arrest would piss off the very people who are already pissed at you and your American passport would not bail you out of that one. even international passports come with a warning about their holders committing a crime in other countries. the fact that Steve acknowledged that his team could get arrested for that made it even worse.

this one is actually addressed to the whole of team cap, not just Steve, but seven, you cannot commit a crime on international soil with full knowledge that it is a crime and then blame somebody else for why you ended up in jail. sure, the rift and Thaddeus Ross are sketchy in nature but Scott and Clint blaming Tony for why they ended up there was funny to me because they made the informed decision to commit a crime.

eight, which is a major part being that it was the climax of Civil War, hmmm, maybe keeping the secret of the death of the parents of your rich teammate whose money was funding the search of their killer from him is a very bad idea. idk, man, I would be angry too if it were me. sure, wanting to kill Bucky was wrong but if we didn’t fault the Mayonnaise twins, T’Challa, Peter Parker and later Shuri for going after their parents’ (perceived, in T’Challa’s case) killers, maybe we could give Tony too some grace because brainwashed or not, I would have gone after Bucky too.

nine, the apology letter was the shittiest letter ever and I don’t blame Tony for not wanting to speak to Steve during the events of Infinity War. like how can you even write that type of letter to someone you offended and expect the relationship to still be intact?

there was one part I almost forgot but that quote that emboldened Steve is also dumb the more I look at it. oh yeah, plant yourself in front of the 119 countries you didn’t even bother to address at all and tell them “no, you move” is the ultimate height of hubris. when you are already on thin ice with the public? and Steve thought this was a good idea? yikes 😬

#pro tony stark #tony stark defense squad #steve rogers critical #i’m still bitter about civil war #the more i look at it the more i hate it #and yeah i agree that the accords had their own problems too so i am not fully on board with them #but this post is less about the accords and more about steve’s response #the part that had me angry the most is the “plant yourself like a tree as say you move” quote #like my brother in christ #you didn’t even bother to address these countries in the first place #y’all didn’t even bother to have a word with the public and this is the route you want to take?!#now that im thinking about it #this is arrogance at its height #what was steve thinking when he decided to roll along with this quote?#if civil war was trying to get me to support team cap they failed woefully at that #one part was from having steve acting like this.#the fact that even chris evans was not on steve’s side should say something

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ctrsara · 1 year

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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

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stability.

young! tony stark x male!teacher! reader

a/n: i kinda threw this together while talking to a friend, but if you enjoy it… let me know and i’ll write a follow up!!

warnings: student-teacher relationship, brief mention of sex, mention of abuse, tony crying (poor baby)

ace is the only stability a young tony stark has. mr. (ace) ellis teaches the junior english class at tony’s high school. tony was never good in english, but he tried his hardest. he was a smart kid, he just put all his energy towards science and maths to impress his father, causing his english grade and writing portion of school to fall short.

tony walked into english with his head down, he didn’t want mr. ellis to see the black eye. ace cared too much about tony, and it would immediately bring attention to him. tony hates being the center of attention. the young stark sat his bag down next to his chair as he sat. his head falling heavy on the wooden desk in from of him. this was unusual. tony always seemed interested in english. tony enjoyed english (mainly because of his teacher). mr. ellis came from his desk rubbing tony’s back like he did with everyone, but he got no response. people still filing into class, giving ace the perfect opportunity to talk to tony. the taller authority squated down next to tony, hand still on his back. “hey kiddo — you alright?” that was all it took. the small shakes of tony’s body told him everything. the quiet sniffing and shake in stark’s breath. tony’s fists clenched as he gripped onto his own sleeves, yet he made no effort to turn to look at his teacher. “hey.. why don’t you step out into the hall? maybe go to the bathroom — wipe your eyes with a wet paper towel. i’ll be out there after i explain the lesson.” tony, still shaking, got up with his head down and went outside.

mr. ellis didn’t take long to explain. some simple assignment. ‘write me an essay about a life motto you believe is important’. ace was proud, he came up with the idea himself. he even wrote his own essay. ‘don’t take what you earned for granted.’ it sounded stupid, (the motto), but ace had realized many times that he’d work for something — then quit working to improve what he got as soon as he got it. he wanted to be better. that’s why he was really trying to check on tony — he wanted to be someone people could depend on, especially tony. stark had always had a portion in ace’s mind. tony had trusted him with things — his dreams, life goals, his family. ace always wondered what tony was doing, how tony was doing. he knew it was wrong, but couldn’t stop himself when it was just him in his bed at night. his thoughts always wondered back to tony. the soft touches, his almost perfect smile, his shy personality, his (as ace would classify it) adorable face. his hand always found a way to his pants. he knew better, he swore he’d never let it get out of hand, but when the images of a young tony stark being bent over his desk under him and his control flooded his mind, he just couldn’t keep that promise.

ace had rubbed his hair back after explaining then stepped outside. tony was sitting on the ground, knees basically to his chest, his arms wrapped around his legs, and his forehead pressed to his knees. the young boy was still crying. mr. ellis sat down next to him. “tony — talk to me? what’s going on today?” tony blubbered, he finally looked up, ace’s eyes widened as he saw the bruising on tony’s face. first, he felt sympathy and sorrow. then, he felt anger. who could do this to his boy? his sweet, little baby. he was gonna get to the bottom of it, he made sure of it. “what happened, kid?” ace gently touched tony’s cheek, his fingers shocking tony. “don’t be mad.” tony’s frown and tears still evident. ace nodded. “my dad, uh, didn’t like my grades — maths and science — they weren’t good enough for him.” tony sniffled, he did really well for the term, but it wasn’t perfect — so howard obviously didn’t like it. “so he hit you?” ace’s voice was laced with anger. stark just nodded. “oh kid — i’m so sorry, i really am.” tony teared up more as ace pulled him into a hug, stark’s head immediately landing on the older man’s chest and cuddling into him. he always loved the smell of mr. ellis, and his sweet gentle demeanor. ace kissed the top of the young man’s head and rubbed his back. tony couldn’t take it, through his tears he mumbled what he thought would be incoherent. “mm — ‘m sorry. i love you.” but ace heard, yet said nothing. just smiled. he heard all he needed to. tony stark had told him he loved him, and ace knew he loved his tony stark. nothing was ever going to hurt tony again, especially not his father.

#male!reader #teacher!reader #young!tony stark #robert downey jr #tony stark #robert downey jr x reader #tony stark x reader #tony stark x male reader #young robert downey jr

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SteveTony Weekly - November 19

Hey, y’all! Here’s what I read this week. I’m exhausted, and excited--my best friend is coming to see me!!!--so I don’t have anything to add this week. I won’t be able to do next week’s list because I’ll be traveling, so I’m gonna put up some of my favorites or maybe a trope list? Anyone got a trope y’all want me to do a list for?

Any--comment and kudos for your authors, friends!

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pass through life at my side by silkspectred

Tony’s birthday feels like a new beginning in so many ways. Steve is back from his worst nightmare, Tony is back from his coma. They’re rebuilding the team.

It feels good to be back.

they move on tracks of never-ending light by silkspectred

In an alternative future created by a time-traveling Peter Parker, Tony Stark has been dead for a year. Steve can’t let him go.

this will destroy you by silkspectred

The screen flashes in front of his eyes. It takes him entire seconds to realize that it’s an incoming call.

shelter from the storm by silkspectred

Tony adopts a baby. Guess who's Majorly Fucked Up™ about it.

Slut Era by BladeoftheNebula

Tony never meant to become the campus bicycle but since that was apparently what was expected of him he figured it was easier just to lean into it.

He just never expected Steve Rogers would ever want to take a ride.

submerge me in your will by captainstars

“Hey,” Tony says. Steve’s heart thunders in his chest, his hands twitch by his side and he folds them under his chest to keep them from doing something stupid. They just look at each other for a moment. Tony registers the signs of age around Steve’s eyes, the glimpses of silver in the pale blonde of Steve’s hair. Steve takes in the pinked scar curving around Tony’s eye and jaw, and his prosthetic arm.

Steve feels like he’s a second away from breaking apart after months of clinging onto the pieces of himself. “Hey,” he replies, instead of all the other things he wants to say.

Marks On Your Skin by Becci_chan

Steve still wondered what Natasha was trying to achieve by making him confess his feelings for Tony. She was right, of course she was. It didn’t mean Steve wanted to admit it in front of her. Or in a place where Tony could come in any time. He had almost heard him say he wasn’t in love with him. Steve wasn’t sure which would have been worse.

Not One of Blood by RurouniHime

It’s just another Sunday, until it isn’t, and Tony’s own life becomes the very last thing he’s concerned about.

A Wish Your Heart Makes by Carsonian

The absolute last thing Steve's expecting is Tony Stark, and so it's fairly in character for the man to be standing on the other side of the door.

"Hi." Tony looks impatient, greeting barely out before he's walking past Steve and into the apartment.

The First Time I Went Dancing Sober by schemingreader

Steve Rogers is a great physical therapist who works with sick kids. Tony Stark is a damaged biotech engineering genius who really wants to be one of the good guys.

Inevitable by Naxa1818

After Tony lost a bet to Steve he has to go through a week of basic training. If only he hadn't just had a revelation about the super soldier. It was going to be a long week.

On the Road We Find the Journey Home by navaan

In the Aftermath of Secret Empire, Steve goes on his Road Trip to find out who Captain America can be after Hyda!Cap put fear into the hearts' of the people who used to cheer for him. His thoughts trail back to Tony.

Side Effects by elimymoons

"So what I'd like to propose," Tony continued on, "is for you to let me help you out a little, yeah? We'll work off some of this energy, some of this adrenaline, and you don't have to worry about hurting yourself anymore, okay?"

Steve's in a bit of trouble. Tony wants to help him out. Sexily.

Out of Order by archwrites (Arch)

Look, Steve wants to like Tony, but the man is impossible. Frankly, Steve's kind of a mess, too. Hatesex, pining, some angst, a little fluff, friendship, more sex, and even a little plot (a very little). But not in that order.

#stevetony weekly #steve rogers #tony stark #stevetony #stony #iron man #captain america #stevetony fic #stony fic #fic rec

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The witchling and the god [Loki x Witch!Reader] Chapter 11

Summary: The Avengers were looking for someone to help Loki fit in with the team. To become socially acceptable, so to speak. He had been given the choice of sitting in a cell in Asgard or serving some sort of community service probation on Midgard. The Avengers and Shield both felt that as long as Loki was on Earth, he should be under supervision. This is now your job. Why? Because you’re a witch. You’re not sure why this qualifies you, but here you are, giving it a shot. What could possibly go wrong?

Tags: Witch!Reader, Magic, Witches, slow burn, everybody lives in the tower, character development, Loki‘s redemption, Stephen Strange is a friend, Loki and Stephen are frenemies, Tony Stark is a good bro, kids love Loki, Tony has stupid nicknames for everybody, eventual smut

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Chapter's Note: Back to being undercover. Where were we? Ah, yes! Loki had you pressed to the wall and someone interrupted you.

For the next chapter I need a song you would dance to in your kitchen. Any suggestions? Beta by @zaria-04 <3

Chapter 11: The Witch Cave

"Hey, what are you two doing here?"

So much for the illusion. You remain very still under Loki, who only slowly detaches himself from you and half turns to the man. "My lady and I were just looking for an undisturbed place for a moment," he slurs, as if he were drunk, and in a foreign accent.

"Guests are not allowed down here." The man remains stubborn. You don't think it's a bouncer, he would have thrown you right out. Maybe one of the bartenders who was replenishing the drink supply.

Loki takes his hand from your lips and reaches into his jacket, from which he pulls out a some bills. From these he counts out a few and slides them to the man. "We'll be out of here in a few minutes."

You can hear the smirk from his voice and decide to wake up from your torpor and play your part of the role. You put your arms around Loki's neck and pull him back against you. Out of the corner of your eye, you register the man looking at you for a moment before starting to move.

"Next time I come by, you better be gone."

The footsteps move away and then a door opens and closes. After that, everything is silent.

Involuntarily, you breathe a sigh of relief.

You realize that your arms are still around Loki’s neck. You never want to let go of him again. Your gaze wanders to his lips. They're very close, far too close and very inviting. The corners of his mouth curl as if he knows what you're thinking, and when your gaze shoots back up to him, you notice his dark, hungry look. He hasn't moved an inch from you.

"Trouble?" Natasha suddenly asks into both of your ears, breaking the spell.

You peel away from each other and Loki steps aside, glancing into the small hallway.

"Everything’s fine," he replies curtly, answering her question and simultaneously informing you that the way is clear. His voice is rough and sends a shiver down your spine. The empty spot in front of you feels cold and missing something. You won’t get rid of the image of him so close very soon.

Silently you walk on. It seems to you as if the corridor is suddenly narrower, more stuffy. And not only because you are approaching the boiler room. It's the last door in the corridor. Up to this point, everything was lit by long neon tubes on the ceiling, but when you open the door, there is darkness behind it. Instead of looking for a light switch, Loki creates a small light that appears next to him with a flick of his wrist. Wordlessly, he takes your hand and leads you through the darkness. His fingers are warm, familiar. You would follow him so much further. Maybe everywhere.

Focus on the mission.

Another door leads you into a larger hallway, painted friendly. Immediately Loki lets go of your hand as if it were burning him.

To your left is the main staircase, to the right is first an office, then the witch's cellar. It's easy to spot because the door is painted with many, strange symbols.

"We've reached the target’s location," you inform Natasha and Clint briefly over comm.

The first thing to do is to bypass the protective spell that each witch sets up around their sanctum. You brought something specifically for that, because this part was predictable. You tell Loki to step back a bit. Then you take off a ring from your little finger, a narrow silver band with small symbols. With a few words and gestures, it unwinds. The silver dissolves, while the symbols remain glowing and increasing in size. You weave it into the door, which opens with a soft click. You don’t get the ring back.

You step inside and immediately the hair in the back of your neck stands up. "There's something off about this place...," Loki says, getting the same bad vibes.

"What is it? The skulls dangling from the ceiling or the dried blood splatters on the wall?" you reply sarcastically. You need some normality for this mission, to focus. You don’t care if it’s a defensive mechanism.

Furnishings-wise, not much has been done to the room; the walls and floor are bare concrete. Red and black are the only colors that add some variety. The skulls you mentioned are mostly from animals, but you're careful not to look too closely. There are several tables of utensils and ritual circles on the floor. You watch out not to step on them.

"Me cabinets, you shelves?"

Loki nods and you split up for the search.

You open the first cabinet and find trinkets, incense, and candles. All regular stuff, nothing special per se about it. In the next cabinet are books whose titles leave a sour taste in your mouth. Among witches there are no forbidden techniques, but there are some that are frowned upon, downright cruel. Most of the books here fall into this category.

One compartment further down you find an actual wand. They are rare and very powerful. You haven’t encountered many in your life and are fascinated to find it here of all places. And you are very tempted to take it, already reaching out for it. But before you touch it, you stop. There's no luck in stealing from a witch. You are here only for the gem, everything else should stay here. You close the cabinet and move on to the next one.

"I've got something here," Loki informs you. He holds a small box in his hands, inside is a gem looking exactly like the drawing in Strange's book. "The magic signature matches."

"You take it. I don't have pockets," you say, looking down at your dress.

Loki grins suggestively, then suddenly, as if listening, tilts his head. "We need to hurry. My illusion has been discovered." He puts the gem in his jacket pocket and you two bolt through the door. But you don't get far, when you can already hear rumbling footsteps approaching from the stairwell in the hallway. The Asgardian grabs your arm. "Hold on tight." Everything around you blurs briefly as he tries to magically take both of you outside. A sharp pain runs through you and you stand in the same place as before.

"Ouch!"

"I can't teleport!" Loki curses. The witch must have erected a magical barrier around the club, making magical entry or escape impossible.

Two guards come running down the stairs. Loki pushes himself between you and them, conjured daggers in his hands. At least other magic still seems to work. He sprints forward and attacks the men. It's not particularly hard, they're not really a match for him. Simple men with little training in combat. They are skilled enough to deal with common men at the club or maybe an armed burglar. But not an Asgardian god. It’s not a fair fight. Loki hardly needs to exert himself.

You stay in the background, putting your fingers to the device in your ear. "Natasha, we're spotted. Basement, near the office and the witch's cellar."

Surprisingly, you get no response. Just a short, ticked-off static. Something must be blocking the signal down here. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice movement and turn around. On the wall behind you, circles spread out from a point in the center, growing larger and larger. Like the rings on a water surface after a stone got thrown into it.

Daegal steps out of the wall into the hallway. His face darkens as he sees you two, becoming an angry grimace.

"Well, well, who do we have here? Two pathetic mages who want a piece of the pie?"

He has an accent you can’t quite place.

You don't answer, but immediately activate one of your rings by twisting the stone into your palm and closing it into a fist. Then you push your arm forward and a blast shoots from you, hitting the sorcerer and yanking him backwards. He is slammed against the wall at the end of the hallway and falls to his knees with an 'oof'.

"He's here," you call to Loki, who is busy with another guard who has just appeared.

Grimly, Daegal scrambles to his feet. He raises his hands in front of him, turning them clockwise in a circle. Suddenly, reality shifts in the long hallway. You fall to the ceiling as if the earth's gravity had turned. Loki feels the same way, as does the confused guard. Only the witch remains standing where he is. He moves his arms back a bit and you roll onto the wall, which is your new floor.

As if you were standing on a ship on the high seas, you are thrown to the left and to the right and sometimes upwards, whenever he circles his arms, falling from wall to ceiling to floor and back. Tomorrow you'll have a lot of bruises.

You yank yourself upwards and float into the air. You can still feel your center of gravity shifting, but you stay in the middle of the hallway. Then you dart toward the sorcerer. He tries to hold his spell in one hand, trapping Loki on the ceiling and hurls a defensive spell at you with the other. But you are faster and sweep him off his feet.

A hand to hand combat ensues between you. You're not skilled at it, basically just trying to keep him busy until Loki gets here. Luckily, Daegal doesn't seem to be good in close combat either. You dish out a few punches, dodging with little elegance. Whenever one gives the impression of starting a spell, they get a particularly strong blow.

The witch grabs your hair, pulls it. You ram him with your bare shoulder, which probably hurts you more than it hurts him. He grabs you roughly and with an angry growl, he shoves you away from him. You stumble a few steps back and fall on your butt. Your collarbone hurts, and with a glance down you notice that you have a bloody mark where Daegal scratched you. Silently you curse your clothes, which are absolutely not fit for combat. Next time you want an indestructible super suit.

You look up and see the witch licking his finger. Hot chills run down your spine as you realize your mistake.

He has your blood.

Reciting a spell, he reaches out his fingers to you. The tattoos on them begin to glow, the color moving under your skin to form a new symbol. Before you can react, your throat tightens and you choke. You try to call for Loki, for help, but no sounds come from your lips. Panic spreads in your body, beating in your closed throat. The feeling is familiar to you, a dark memory that you have neatly tucked away in a drawer of your brain that you never wanted to open again.

A rope around your neck. It's rough and itches your skin. You are not the first to find your end in it and probably won’t be the last. A small crowd has gathered for this spectacle. Their eyes stare at you with disgust, fear and hate. There is nothing but an old barrel under your feet and you are trying not to move, not to lose your balance and summon the inevitable.

The rope is tied to a tree. The town's too small for its own place of execution. The words of the people reach your ear only muffled, single scraps of words. Fear beats too loudly in your ears and throat.

Someone kicks the barrel, you lose your footing and fall. A jolt goes through the rope, all at once your breath stops and you tear your eyes wide open in panic…

A green beam shoots over you and suddenly you manage to take a breath. You feel like someone pulled you back into the present. Your gasping has turned into a cough, in a desperate attempt to get air into your lungs. You blink away the tears from your eyes.

When you look up, you see that Loki has taken the witch to fall and is attacking him with two clones of him. In his fingers he holds the gem you stole from the witch cave. All three are making the same moves. The witch fights back, reaching through an illusion, which immediately disappears. He gets stabbed, stumbles. A tattoo on his neckline lights up and he grabs the two Lokis by the arm, sending lightning bolts into them. The doppelganger dissolves. The real Loki grits his teeth, but makes no sound of pain. He lunges with his dagger, but the attack is blocked. You scramble to your feet, forcing your body to start moving.

Another lightning attack. It paralyzes Loki for a split second, but it's enough for Daegal to disarm him. You grab him by the shoulder from behind. Surprised, he turns to you, but before he can attack you, you ram your knee into his crotch. With a high-pitched gasp, he doubles over and lets go of Loki.

Immediately the Asgardian is back on his feet and grabs the witch by the hair. A new dagger appears in his hand, which he puts to his neck. But before he can hurt him, you give Loki a sign to wait.

Your fingers still hold onto the fabric of Daegal's shirt. You mumble a few words.

Loki waits to see what happens, probably expecting you to finish it yourself. Then he notices the snake bracelet coming to life, moving down your arm like a real animal made of gold. It coils once around the sorcerer's neck, then hisses and bites him in the crook of the neck, buries its teeth deep in the flesh.

Daegal gurgles, then collapses, powerless.

Loki drops him to the ground. "Poison?" he asks you as you kneel down to pick up the snake again. You guide it to your arm, where it coils around again. With a single word, it freezes into jewelry again. Only then do you shake your head.

"He'll only forget this night," you reply, looking down at the body. "Witches shouldn't kill each other."

After all, you broke into his house. He was merely defending himself. Even if his witch cellar looks very suspicious and Daegal seems like a douchebag in general. That’s not enough to take his life.

Loki says nothing to this and puts the gem back in his pocket. You don't know if he agrees with you or disapproves of your decision.

Together you walk to the door that leads to the stairwell. It has become quiet, which seems suspicious. The both of you exchange a glance. Loki goes first.

On the next floor, he sees two more guards taken out, lying on the stairs. Natasha is taking their weapons from them. "There you are," she greets you. "Did you find it?"

"Yes."

"Good, then let's get out of here. Clint will get us off the roof."

Together, you continue walking upstairs. Just as you pass the floor leading to the club, the door opens and more security comes out. This time in a different, heavier uniform. Seems like someone called in the professionals. Your group hurries up to put more distance between you.

You stop briefly at the top of a stairhead and place your fingers on the floor. With a quick command, the steps fold in, becoming a smooth ramp that is a far more difficult obstacle for your pursuers.

Shots are fired and you yelp as you are hit in the shoulder. Quickly, you continue running upstairs. You hear more gunfire and duck your head, but don't stop moving. Gritting your teeth, you keep on your way. There is no alternative. Stopping means dying. Or worse.

Loki appears at your side, shielding further attacks with his body.

The guards aren't held long by your spell, you hear their heavy boots following you. But by then you've reached the door to the roof. It's locked, but with a kick from Loki it flies open, almost torn off its hinges. Asgardians have unparalleled strength.

As soon as you step out, you hear Clint's voice over comm. "Got visual."

You hear a low whirring sound before an arrow hits the side of the roof entrance. A metal rope is strung from it, reaching to the neighboring building where the archer is waiting. Natasha and Loki exchange a look and the Asgardian gestures. "Ladies first."

The Widow nods and steps onto the parapet. There, she pulls a hook from the belt of her leather pants, using it to secure herself to the wire rope that stretches almost horizontally. Then she nimbly climbs hanging on the rope to the other building.

Next Loki turns to you, but you watch in horror what Natasha is doing, your gaze wandering to the abyss between the two buildings. You must be seven stories high. Behind you, you hear rumbling from the stairwell.

"Hurry up," Loki urges, pulling you to the edge of the roof. You fidget in his grasp.

"No way!"

"I thought you could fly."

"I can float. There’s a difference. Even if I could fly, I wouldn't. I'm really not a fan of heights." You don't even dare look down over the edge of the roof. You feel like you're going to be sick. "I can't climb over there."

"You'll have to, I still can't teleport from here." Loki climbs up onto the small parapet. "Come on, we'll do this together."

Another security guard comes rushing up to the roof. Before he can fire his weapon, he is hit by an arrow and stumbles back. You have a choice between death by fall or death by bullet.

Loki takes the decision from you by grabbing your arm and pulling you up to him. He wraps his arm around your waist and you automatically lay yours around his neck to hold onto him. Briefly, you flinch as his clothes touch your wound.

"How are we going to do that?" you ask him, because there's no way either of you can climb like this.

"Loki, remember New York?" Clint asks.

The Asgardian hesitates for a split second.

"Yes."

You hear the whirring of an arrow. It's aimed directly at your companion, who turns a bit and catches it out of the air, just in time, before it hits his head. There is another wire rope on this arrow, just thinner. And at the end is a hook. Loki clamps it in place.

"Hold on tight," he commands you. You don't need to be told twice. A jolt goes through the arrow as you are pulled over as if by a winch. You close your eyes as your feet lose their footing. Loki's arm is wrapped tightly around your waist. You try to focus on him and not on possible death.

You only need a few seconds until you've reached the other side. Nat helps you climb through a window into the building. Loki follows you suit. Clint cuts the rope while Natasha fires a few shots at more guards who try to follow you. Then you start running. The building is an empty office complex, which makes it easier for you to escape. Without interruption, you run through the corridors to the first floor. After stepping on the street, your squad disappears unnoticed in the darkness of the night.

Shortly after, you're all sitting in the jet, heading home. Once you are in the air and have left the city behind, you breathe a sigh of relief.

Natasha is back behind the wheel. You don't know where she gets the energy to do this. Now that the adrenaline is wearing off, fatigue sets in. But you still feel far too nervous to relax. You knead your hands between your fingers as the realization catches up about what happened. You've been fighting a witch and a whole bunch of security guards. You put Loki and yourself in danger because you were scared, you remember ashamed. You thought that at the crucial moment you would have reacted differently, acted more courageously. Sighing, you slump your shoulders. You have reached your goal, collected the piece of the artifact. There are no casualties on your side. That is all that matters.

You look up as Loki takes a seat beside you. His gaze lays on the gunshot wound on your shoulder. Fortunately it’s just a graze, but it hurts nonetheless. Blood has seeped down your arm, but dried down. The wound pinches and stings. An unpleasant feeling, but one that somehow grounds you. You are alive.

The Asgardian doesn't look half as battered, you enviously notice. But he's also much more used to fighting. As a prince of Asgard, it was part of his upbringing and from the stories of Norse mythology alone, you know that he and his brother had their fair share of adventures in the past.

"You're injured," Loki states the obvious and you look up, smiling tiredly.

"It's not so bad. I'll treat it at home." He extends his fingers.

"May I?" he asks and you nod. He puts his fingers on your wound, which closes in a greenish glow. That’s convenient. Loki also immediately summons a blanket to put around you. You're glad; you're still only wearing the short dress, and as fatigue creeps into your muscles, so does the cold.

"Thank you." You rest your head on his shoulder. "I'm sorry I kept us on the roof."

"Merely an inconvenience," Loki waves it off. "Some fears are not rational. I understand that you have no control over it."

"I know, but still. That was unprofessional and put you in unnecessary danger."

"There was no real danger for me. And besides, in the fight against the witch you were outstanding."

"Yeah, that was pretty cool," you say smiling. But then you remember the choking and your heart clenches again. Better not to think about it. "I'm pretty beat. Can you wake me up before we arrive if I fall asleep?"

"I will," Loki promises.

You look around to figure out which position is most comfortable for sleeping. Unfortunately, the jet isn't really set up for that. There are individual seats for the pilot and co-pilot and otherwise just the barely padded benches at the walls where you sit. You wonder if Loki could conjure up a bed for you if you asked him to, but that would be a little weird. So the bench will have to do. You move a bit away from Loki, pull your legs up and lie down on your side. It's narrow, but there's enough room if you don't move.

"Put your head on my lap. Otherwise you'll hurt yourself in a turbulence," Loki instructs you.

Far too knocked out to question his offer, you simply accept it and move a little closer. He puts his hand loosely on your waist and thus prevents you from possibly rolling off the bench.

Although you're tired, you can’t sleep, only short episodes of dozing and half-sleep. Sometimes you blink, get blinded by the artificial light and close your eyes again. The buzz of the jet remains a constant background noise. Wrapped in the blanket and with Loki by your side, you trust him to watch over you.

You feel like you're dreaming, reliving the past few hours. Your body is twitching, processing what has happened, not yet understanding that you are no longer in danger. Loki looks down at you, sees your furrowed brows, the tense facial features. He lays his fingers on your head and sends you some soothing thoughts that seem to calm your body.

As he turns his head, he notices the Widow watching him from the bench across. She and the archer switched places a while ago. Clint now flies the jet so she can get some rest. She leans against the wall, one leg pulled up. But until she is back in the tower, she remains alert. She is a professional.

She doesn't shy away when their eyes meet. Natasha merely raises an eyebrow, taking in the unusual caring scene in front of her. Loki says nothing, doesn't even respond with a gesture. He doesn't want to wake you up, doesn't want to interrupt your much needed rest. Besides, he already knows that he has to be careful what he says to the Widow. She's smart, much smarter than he thought she was when they first met back in the helicarrier. Now they may be on the same team, but Loki won't underestimate her again.

He wakes you up as New York comes into view. Your eyes immediately shoot open as he gently shakes you. Your head still rests on his lap and you wonder if Loki has moved even an inch in the last few hours.

"We are almost there," he informs you as you sit up and stretch your limbs. They're a little stiff from being cramped on that small bench.

Through the large windshield in front of the pilot's seat, you see that it's still night, but there's a narrow strip of light on the horizon. It won't be long before the sun rises. You know you'll fall right back into bed in the tower anyway. Right after you've eaten something.

And you still have to hand over the artifact part to Stephen. But as you land, Loki offers to take over the task and you are grateful to him for it. You texted Stephen that you were successful, but there was no response from him yet. That means you still have to walk through Manhattan to the Sanctum, and you really don't have the energy for that anymore.

Secretly, you hope that it will take a little while for you to find the third and final part of it. For now, you've had enough action-packed adventures. The next mission can wait a little longer.

The morning has just dawned when Loki is standing in front of the doors on Bleecker Street. It's been a while since he was last here, and his last visit didn't exactly leave him with pleasant memories. Surprisingly, the doors still open for him without hesitation. Cautiously, Loki steps inside, bracing himself for the possibility that the floor might open under him and swallow him. But nothing of the sort happens.

He stands in the empty entrance hall. The master of the Sanctum should be notified of his arrival, but no one appears. On the other hand, Loki wouldn’t be surprised if Strange simply ignores him.

He is very tempted to just throw the gem on the floor and leave. Before he can decide to do so, however, a door to his right opens and a man steps out. He wears robes similar to Strange's, but is shorter. He is biting into a sandwich when he notices Loki.

For a long second, he just stares at him in surprise. Then suddenly the sandwich is gone and a trapping pentagram appears under Loki's feet. The man creates two glowing Ruby Rings of Raggadorr on his fists and eyes him suspiciously, clearly wary about the sudden appearance of an Asgardian god in the Sanctum.

"I'm looking for Stephen," Loki huffs, partly amused about the reaction, partly annoyed. He tries to move his legs but can't take his feet off the ground.

The man frowns. "The Sorcerer Supreme is currently unavailable. He's-…" He is interrupted as a portal opens at the foot of the grand staircase and Stephen stumbles out. His face is sooty and his clothes are partially burned.

"I fucking hate hell," Strange mutters under his breath. Then he notices that he isn't alone and he clears his throat. "Wong? Loki? Am I interrupting something?"

"The Sorcerer Supreme will see you now," Wong says to Loki and turns away, his sandwich back in his hands.

The pentagram remains under his feet.

"Your cloak is on fire," Loki points out, looking at it.

Stephen turns his head and looks down at the red fabric. "It is," he states, clearly not alarmed about the fact. Then adds, obviously not addressing Loki, "I told you to stop doing that." He moves his hands for a spell to put the fire out but the cloak rises from his shoulders and darts up the stairs, "Don't get anywhere near the curtains!"

Sighing, the sorcerer runs a hand through his singed hair.

"Should I be worried that your cloak is an arsonist?" Loki asks with a raised eyebrow.

"It's fireproof, but it likes the way flames tickle it."

"Sounds like an arsonist." It's probably a miracle that the Sanctum Sanctorum hasn't burned to the ground yet.

"Anyway, why are you here?" Strange demands to know.

Instead of answering the question, Loki points to the pentagram under his feet. "Could you...?" Stephen does a motion and the Asgardian is able to use his legs again.

"We got the second piece of 'Bloodweeper'.”

"Great," Stephen replies, holding out his hand.

Loki looks at it without moving a bit. "Don't you want to know where or how we got it?"

"Listen, I just came straight out of hell. Like literal hell, and it was a very long day. I'm sure you had fun on your little adventure, but I'd really like to take a shower and go to bed." Stephen looks very tired and very human.

Loki grits his teeth and is very tempted to just turn around and demonstratively leave him standing there. But that would mean he would have to come back another day, and he prefers to keep contact with the sorcerer to a bare minimum.

He summons the gem from his pocket dimension. But holding it in his hands, he is suddenly hesitant to give it to Strange. He looks at the clear structure of the gem, remembering the power that resides in it and that had passed through him when he used it against Daegal.

The sorcerer takes the gem from his hand.

Loki blinks and raises his head. "It really does amplify powers extraordinarily," he mentions, just to say something.

Strange is about to turn to leave, seeing the matter settled, but stops and narrows his eyes. "You used it?"

"It just sort of happened." The Asgardian shrugs, his eyes back on the gem in Strange's hand. "The owner was reluctant to hand it over."

The sorcerer lets the piece of the artifact float between his fingers. Then it vanishes into his own pocket dimension, drawing Loki out of his stare.

"Where are you taking it?" The Asgardian asks with interest.

"Somewhere safe." The answer is as short as it is cold.

The aversion between the two men is palpable. Strange harbors a healthy distrust of the Asgardian, while Loki has a personal dislike for Strange.

"I didn't vote for you," Loki clarifies, just in case Strange hadn't caught on to his dislike yet. "You know, to be Sorcerer Supreme."

Frankly, Strange cares very little for Loki's opinion. His thoughts have long since turned to the shower that still awaits him. "You haven't been there for the voting."

"If I had been, I still wouldn't have voted for you." With that, he turns and leaves. Luckily, because Strange is about to open a portal under Loki's feet and drop him endlessly for the next few hours so he can finally have his peace.

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agayturtlewriting · 1 year

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you are in love (true love)

not my gif

summary: "Strange look on her face, pauses, then says, "You're my best friend"."

Wanda and Natasha have been friends for a while, they're the only ones who can't see that maybe their relationship is deeper than that, maybe a planned vacation will make them stop denying it.

OR You Are in Love by Taylor Swift but make it wandanat.

words: 3k // Read on ao3

tags: no powers au, fluff, everyone lives yay

“Remember that one time Tony was convinced Clint had hired Laura to act as his girlfriend?” Natasha says softly as she brings the cup of coffee to her lips, trying not to disturb the peace and silence around them, a teasing smile on her face as she recalls that night.

Wanda giggles, “And then he spent the whole party trying to get Laura to confess it to him but Clint thought he was flirting with her?”. The redhead, no longer able to suppress her amusement, moves her left arm from behind her head to rest the back of her hand on top of her lips, successfully wiping the drops of coffee that came out of her mouth as she tried to hold back her chuckles. Beside her, the brunette shifts to her side so she can look at her. Natasha has this thing when she laughs where she goes from this teasing smirk, back to her serious face, a futile attempt at stopping herself, until she can’t take it anymore and just allows herself to let go and fully laughs.

When their laughter stops and they sit, once again, in a comfortable silence, in the back of Natasha’s truck, in the middle of the night, a pile of blankets over both of their bodies. Natasha’s eyes hold a softness and adoration reserved for moments like this, where Wanda’s eyes shine under the moonlight and the only sound around them is the low music and faint voices coming from the cabin in which they’re staying along with the rest of their friends. Their yearly summer trips to visit the lake and stay in Tony’s family’s cabin has been going strong since highschool and have slowly gotten new additions in the form of college and work friends. No matter where life takes them, they always come back to each other.

Wanda and Natasha’s relationship, or friendship, as they often have to clarify, has always been a recurring conversation topic for their friends, everyone else being able to see how their bond was different from the one the rest of them had. But whether it was the subconscious fear of ruining their already good friendship that stopped them from realizing it themselves, or the constant presence of a significant other in one of their lives that stopped them from doing something about it, their friends always decided to let them figure this one out for themselves. Coming to the conclusion that any attempts to shake them out of their denial only resulted in laughter from the both of them, or painfully awkward silences with their respective partners.

Clint and Nat had been best friends since they were kids. When Natasha’s family moved next door, Clint’s parents pushed him to talk to her, to welcome her to Westview. Clint thought she was badass. Natasha, on the other hand, found him rather annoying. They’ve been inseparable ever since. An arrow shaped pendant dangles from her neck as a reminder of this, and also Clint’s archery obsession. So it’s not weird, in moments like these, where she and Wanda are in their own little bubble, to find him protecting said bubble from the rest of their friends, specially Pietro and Yelena, who had already stated multiple times throughout this trip that they were determined to finally get them to realize their feelings for each other no matter what. It was the first time in a while that they were both single and emotionally stable enough for this, Yelena’s words, not his.

“Are they really still out there?” Tony’s voice brings Clint back from his thoughts, “it’s been like forty five minutes do they think we don’t notice?”.

Clint moves away from the window he had been using to check on them, giving them the privacy they had gone out looking for, “I don’t think they care about that, man. They probably haven’t even noticed it’s been that long.”

A breeze snaps Natashas out of her trance, her now empty coffee cup forgotten between the pillows under her head. The redhead sees the way Wanda’s body slightly shivers and decides it would be better to head back inside and eventually go to bed. “Come on, let’s go back in with everyone else”.

The brunette’s only response is a tired groan as she lays on her back once again, eyes closed and body fully splayed out on the pillows they had stolen from the cabin. Natasha lets out a soft, short laugh. She continues to get up, looking around and thinking about the easiest way to get all the pillows and blankets back inside with them. That is until the back of her shirt is being pulled by a warm hand, not being able to react, a soft thud can be heard as she finds herself once again fully laying down, her body facing upwards and all pillow related thoughts fully gone.

“Ow?” Wanda only chuckles at Natasha’s complaint, “What was that for?”

“Look up.” Wanda’s voice is soft, and barely above a whisper. Her shoulder brushes against Natasha’s and the redhead can swear she can hear her own heartbeat.

The silence that settles around them feels different, Natasha can sense it, there’s something that wasn’t there before, or maybe she just couldn’t see it. Her brain knows what to do, understands the simplicity of Wanda’s request, but her eyes betray her, only being able to look at the smile on the brunette’s lips, the soft curve of her cheeks, her nose, she can’t help but think back to all the moments she’s seen her nose scrunch when she laughs. She gazes at her messy brown hair and the faint smell of strawberries that invades her senses as she takes a deep breath in. Her gaze sets, finally, on Wanda’s eyes, a deep shade of green that resembles the forest around them. Wanda’s soft laugh breaks her out of her trance.

“I can feel you staring,” there’s a soft air of teasing in her tone, “should I be scared? Is this where you murder me?” The fake gasp she lets out brings an undeniable smile to Natasha’s lips.

“Perhaps” her voice is quiet but teasing, an attempt at being mysterious. Her eyes drift away from Wanda’s, finally looking up at the sky, where the clouds that had been there before, seem to have disappeared completely, allowing them to look at a sea of stars. The moon shining brightly amongst them.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of this” Wanda’s quiet statement brings the redhead’s eyes back to her.

“Of what? Laying in the back of my truck on Tony’s soft elegant couch pillows? Possible murders?” a glint of amusement in her eyes.

Wanda chuckles, tearing her eyes away from the stars in the sky and into the ones in Nat’s eyes. “You know me so well” sarcasm dripping from every word, the soft smile never leaving her lips. A crinkle appears between her eyebrows at a thought she seems to push away, not fully out of her mind, but far away enough that Natasha can’t seem to figure it out. The redhead’s always been good at that, figuring out what Wanda’s thinking about, what she’s feeling, sensing the worry coming from the brunette, she reaches for her hand.

Wanda not only allows it, but interlaces their fingers, seemingly deep in thought, she opens her mouth but no sounds come out as she immediately closes it again. There’s a pause, and Wanda purses her lips, “You’re my best friend,” her tone is soft, as if scared, like there’s so much more she wishes she could be saying instead, but that’s all she seems to be able to get out, the words hold more meaning than she could ever explain, “you know that, right?”.

Her gaze is desperate as it finds Natasha’s, there’s something in it the redhead doesn’t recognize, she can’t put her finger on it, but she smiles, softly, and only for her. She brings her free hand up, and almost hesitates before it softly cups Wanda’s cheek, she’s warm, and her hands are cold, but the brunette leans into her touch anyway, closing her eyes for only a second, the comfort of Nat’s touch not lasting nearly enough.

“I know.”

Natasha’s never hesitated to initiate physical contact with Wanda before, she’s never had to think about it twice, or felt like she might need to stop herself before letting it happen. She decides not to dwell on the sudden change. Natasha wonders if Wanda’s lips taste like strawberries too.

The silence that settles between them is different, and they can both feel it. Something’s shifted, and Wanda might just be too scared to figure out what. So she shifts too, away from Natasha’s touch, and slowly sits up, leaving the redhead confused. “We should go back inside, it’s getting late.”

Natasha only reacts when the warmth of the blankets is gone, Wanda dragging them inside, walking away from her. She thinks back to everything that had just happened, zeroes in on every uttered word, every touch, trying to figure out which one of them was too long, too soft, too much. Looking at the cabin’s door she doesn’t find Wanda’s shadow, she can faintly hear the brunette already bidding goodnight to their friends. Instead, she finds a confused Yelena looking at her from the front porch. Natasha stares back at her for what feels like too long, gears struggling to turn in her mind for once. Yelena’s expression changes into an annoyed questioning one. Something between a what did you do? and a aren’t you gonna go after her?, the redhead can’t pinpoint which one it is, but gets up anyway, not to explain what had just happened to Yelena, but to follow her gut and go after Wanda.

Finding the younger Maximoff twin proves to be easy enough, seeing as she and Natasha are apparently sharing a room. The redhead makes a mental note to either thank or murder Yelena later, the blonde’s future is yet to be decided by what’s about to happen. Natasha knocks softly on the door, not wanting to walk in on Wanda changing or something, although it wouldn’t be the first time.

Wanda’s voice comes muffled from the other side of the door, “Come in”.

The room is dark, the lights are off but the curtains are open and Natasha can see the outline of Wanda’s body in the twin sized bed, she’s laying on her side, facing the other side of the room, her back towards her. The redhead makes another mental note, reminding herself to close them before going to sleep to avoid being woken up by the sun shining on their faces early in the morning. The music stops and the chatter coming from the living room starts fading as the rest of their friends decide to head to bed too, tired from being in a car for hours to get to the cabin. Natasha steps slowly into the room to gather some of her clothes and quickly walks to the bathroom to take a quick shower.

When she’s done and ready for bed, she stares at herself in the mirror for a couple of seconds too long, her mind drifting to the moment she shared with Wanda outside, to the warmth of their intertwined hands and the softness of the brunette’s cheek in her palm. She shakes the thought away and turns off the bathroom light as she makes her way to where she’ll be spending the night. The soft thuds of her footsteps are the only sound as she softly opens the door, scared to wake up the brunette. She gets in the bed as gently as she can, trying to be as quiet and slow as possible. She’s shared a bed with Wanda before, this doesn’t have to be different from that, why would it be different.

Just as the redhead settles under the covers, Wanda immediately shifts on the bed so she can turn to look at her. Natasha freezes. Neither of them speak, the only sounds around them being the whistling of the wind outside, and Bucky’s faint snores coming from the room next to theirs. The light coming in from the window allows the redhead to look at the soft but slightly worried expression on Wanda’s face. Natasha winces as she remembers something.

Wanda’s frown turns into a confused one, “What?” her voice barely above a whisper.

Natasha’s eyes remain closed “I forgot to close the curtains”. The embarrassed expression on the older girl’s face forces a soft chuckle from Wanda’s lips. At the sound of her laugh, Nat’s eyes open as she gives the other girl a sheepish smile.

The silence between them lasts no longer than a couple of seconds before Wanda speaks up again. “Can I ask you something?” her voice laced with uncertainty.

Natasha could never say no to her, not when she’s laying so calmly next to her, her voice soft, and as sweet as ever, the faint sokovian accent barely present in her words. “What’s up?”

Wanda pulls her bottom lip between her teeth and Natasha’s eyes follow each one of her movements. “Why don’t you want to kiss me?”.

The redhead’s eyes widen at the question, she feels her heart beating in her ears and she nearly chokes on her own spit, “What?” Her voice is rough and she clears her throat.

“At Tony’s party, he made us all play spin the bottle to prove Clint and Laura weren’t actually a thing and you didn’t want to kiss me when the bottle landed on me, you just… spun it again.” Wanda’s voice sounds almost hurt.

Natasha’s eyes betray her once again, showing her obvious surprise and confusion, she gulps, “Back in highschool”.

“Yes.”

“You wanna know why I didn’t kiss you.” she repeats as if trying to wrap her head around it.

“I just said that, yes.”

Natasha ponders on the question for a second, “Why?”.

“Well why didn’t you?” Natasha can see her face more clearly now, her eyes having adjusted to the lack of light, Wanda seems actually hurt.

For a second, the redhead thinks about all the possible outcomes. She could lie in an attempt to preserve their friendship, tell her she just didn’t think of it as anything much, that she saw her as too good of a friend to kiss her. She could tell her she didn’t think Wanda would want to herself. She could say she didn’t wanna feed into the neverending teasing their friends put them through. She could lie through her teeth and tell her she just… didn’t want to. But Wanda’s looking at her like they’re the only two people that matter in the world, like she’s ready for whatever Natasha can throw at her, like she’s preparing herself for an answer that might just hurt her feelings a little too much. And Natasha could never hurt Wanda like that, so she doesn’t.

“I was scared” her voice is quiet, she’s scared right now.

Wanda’s brow furrows, not fully understanding yet, “Of what?”.

Natasha ponders for a second on what the best way to respond would be, “I’m not sure, things changing between us, I guess”, she closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. This is it. “I didn’t want you to see me differently… I was scared you’d realize that maybe I saw you differently…”

Wanda's gaze softens, and she swears if they stay in silence one more second Natasha will be able to hear her heart beating faster. But the redhead’s eyes remain closed, and she’s chewing at her bottom lip. And for the first time that night, Wanda decides to be the one to initiate contact between them, so she softly lays her hand on Natasha’s cheek, her thumb dragging her lip away from between her teeth.

When Natasha opens her eyes all she can see is the fondness in Wanda’s eyes. The understanding, the patience, the love. Something in her is screaming at her to do something about it, to finally tell Wanda how much she adores her, to hold her, to kiss her, to love her. She’s sure Wanda can feel it, she has to be able to feel it, right?

There’s a tenderness in Natasha’s eyes that Wanda’s not sure she’s ever seen before, and it’s directed at her, and she’s never felt more loved. But along with the affection in her gaze there’s fear, and the brunette realizes she still hasn’t said anything. There are many things she wants to say, so many things she’s been waiting to tell her, but she holds back, purses her lips for a second, and smiles.

“You’re such an idiot.”

Natasha's expression changes completely and her brows furrow, what the fuck is going on? “Wha-”

Wanda’s lips crash against hers and her breath hitches. Her lips are soft, and sweet, and Natasha’s never regretted something as much as she regrets not having done this before. She snaps out of her thoughts and kisses her back. The brunette’s hand shifts from her cheek to the back of her neck, pulling her closer, and Natasha’s hands settle on top of the covers, right on Wanda’s waist. The sheets wrinkle in Natasha’s now closed fist as she tries to stop her hands from shaking.

Wanda slowly pulls away and Natasha can feel the brunette’s smile against her lips, causing a smile of her own to form. She didn’t think she could love Wanda’s smile more, but right now, with it pressed against hers, she knows she had been wrong.

The brunette’s hand brushes through her red locks and Natasha slowly opens her eyes, only to find Wanda’s already looking at her. “This okay?”

Natasha’s smile grows even bigger, “More than okay”, and this time she’s the one kissing Wanda. There’s no crowd of teenagers around them, or an empty Coke bottle between them telling them to kiss. The mattress squeaks under them and Natasha gets even closer to her, and Wanda giggles at the sound, or the redhead’s eagerness to deepen the kiss, she’s not sure, but she chuckles right back, because Wanda’s laugh feels even sweeter when it’s pressed against her lips.

Natasha wonders if it’s too soon to tell Wanda she loves her, it probably is, right? She pushes that thought away as her hands brush the brunette’s hair away from her face. And Natasha smiles between kisses, because Wanda’s lips do taste like strawberries too.

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irondadidontfeelsogood · 5 months

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A Darkness No One Can Stomach

cw: vomit

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There was one day in 2008 where Happy begged Tony to petsit his dog. The dog was small enough, and the list of things to do for him could fit on a post-it note, but Tony was lost. He felt so completely stranger to the feeling of caring for another living thing that it took some heavy convincing. In the end, he’d been able to take the dog out when he needed to go and feed him at the right times, but he always felt on edge. Like he must be doing something wrong.

Still, he’d take that stress every day over what he’s feeling now. What he feels now isn’t just a vague sense of uneasiness. He’s petrified.

He’s been petrified since the very day lawyers reached out and informed him of May’s will.

How could he care for a kid? He can barely take care of himself—Pepper does that for him most of the time. How can he look at this poor boy who just lost the last blood relations he had left and be expected to comfort him?

He doesn’t know the first thing about parenting a kid.

When they’d arrived with Peter’s things earlier that afternoon, silence rung out louder than any sound could dream of being. They dropped his things up in his room, and when Peter requested to be left alone, they were the first words he’d said all day.

Tony paced around the flat, debating going down to the lab and attempting some degree of normalcy before deciding against it. If Peter came out of that room, he was not going to be met with more empty space.

Tony was going to be there for him, even if the only way he knew how to right now was physically.

Eventually, he was hit with the realization that Peter hasn’t eaten all day—probably in the last two days. For a kid built like him, that must be painful.

Tony made some of what he would consider comfort food, hopefully filling up the space with warm, soothing ambience. He has no idea what he’s doing. This is all he can think of.

He walks toward Peter’s door slowly. God, Peter’s door. That’ll be his door permanently now. Tony’s so out of his depth.

He hesitates and then finally knocks on the door, leaning in. He hears nothing in response. “Hey, Pete?” He tries, met with nothing again. Maybe he’s asleep. “Peter?” Nothing.

Tony is suddenly hit with the ice-cold weight of realizing that Peter could’ve done something terrible to himself. Tony feels sick with it. “Peter, I need you to make some sort of noise, alright? Just let me know you’re hearing me.” He leans in and focuses hard, and he finally hears Peter groan. The surge of relief is dizzying. “Thank God...okay, kiddo...I—could I come in for a minute?”

A muffled sound that sort of seems like affirmation comes from the other side, and he finds that the door had been unlocked all along. Poking his head in, he realizes the sun has gone down, and Peter is laying on the bed in almost total darkness. The only light in the room is what’s spilling in from the doorway.

“I’ve got some dinner ready out here, kid. I need you to try to eat for me, cause I know you haven’t eaten today.” It’s silent for a second, and Peter just lays there with his sunken eyes barely cracked open. He shakes his head just barely. Tony sighs. “I know you don’t feel like it, Pete, but your metabolism is too fast. If you want to go on a hunger strike, we’re gonna have to bring in Dr. Cho, and I know you definitely don’t want that, yeah?”

Peter shakes his head again, faster this time, but makes no move to get up. The look in his eyes makes Tony’s heart crumble. He can’t do this.

“Just come out and try for me, okay? You can come right back in here after if you want. Please,” he tries, about two seconds away from recruiting Pepper over the phone.

Very slowly, Peter pulls himself off of the mattress. It looks like he hadn’t even had the energy to get under the comforter. Tony’s heart is going to give out looking at the kid walking towards him.

“Thank you, Pete. Let’s go get some grub. Can’t promise it’ll be great, cause Pepper’s not here, but I really did try, alright? C’mon,” he says, deciding to lay a gentle hand on Peter’s shoulder as they walk. He doesn’t know what to do. He just can’t seem to help.

Peter sits at the table and immediately buries his head in his crossed arms, curls sticking out everywhere. It would be cute if it wasn’t because he was actively grieving, unable to care for himself. Tony sighs again, finishing up Peter’s plate and bringing it over to him.

He gently taps Peter’s arm and announces the arrival of his food before turning around and getting his own plate. When he returns to the table, he’s surprised to see Peter’s head actually up. He’s got his fork inside some mashed potatoes, just sitting there.

Tony sits across from him, giving him a soft, awkward smile as he tucks into his own food. “Just a few bites, kiddo, nothing too bad. Pepper would kill me if I let you go to bed on an empty stomach.”

Peter grimaces. “I...I don’t feel...” he starts, but doesn’t continue.

“Just a few bites,” he urges gently.

Peter looks at him for a few seconds and then at the food, and Tony can actually hear his stomach growl. He pauses before taking the first bite. Tony tries not to stare and make him uncomfortable while also trying not to show his own discomfort. How can he help someone who’s grieving when he never fully finished grieving his own parents?

They eat in silence.

To Tony’s surprise, Peter doesn’t stop at just a few bites. He keeps going, and Tony can’t help but pat himself on the back and feel relieved. That’s one thing checked off the list of making sure Peter’s taken care of, he guesses. He hopes May isn’t somewhere out there regretting her decision.

He hopes Peter doesn’t regret her decision.

Once they’re almost both done, Tony finally speaks up again. “So, I thought that maybe—I mean, you can do what I said before and go back to bed, but...I thought maybe you might want to watch some Star Wars tonight?” Peter looks up, and there’s a complicated mess in his eyes. Tony doesn’t know how to decipher it. “It’s just, I don’t sleep well when I’m stressed, or, you know...just overwhelmed. I thought I’d give you a chance to avoid staying up by yourself if you’re the same way.”

Peter, looking rougher than he’s looked all day, begins to tear up. Tony’s heart sinks. He flounders for something redeemable to say, but Peter cuts him off.

“That’s...really nice of you, Mr. Stark, I...I’d like to, um. I’d like to do that, I think,” he says, voice so unlike himself. He’s so pale. Nevertheless, Tony slowly melts back into a smile, panic mostly diverted.

They finish eating, and Tony announces he’s going to set up the TV and grab some blankets. He tells Peter to go grab anything he wants in the meantime. Peter doesn’t move.

Tony cringes a bit as he walks away, knowing the only thing Peter really wants is what he can never have again.

After he grabs his best blankets and a few pillows and pulls up a set of the first Star Wars movies, he heads back to the kitchen. He finds Peter with his head buried in his sleeves again. His back rises and falls rather alarmingly.

“Hey, Pete, everything’s set up over here.” Peter doesn’t respond. “You know, if you really do just want to go lie down, that’s totally okay.” More silence. “Could you just let me know-“

Peter’s back lurches a bit, and a harsh gushing sound erupts from below the table. Tony stands back with wide eyes, entirely shocked as he realizes Peter has started losing his dinner all over the floor and himself.

“Oh, shit, shit—okay,” he starts, rushing to the cabinets and cringing when he hears the sound of another wave splattering onto the tile. He grabs a plastic mixing bowl and gets back to Peter as fast as he can. Holding it under him, he lays a steadying hand on Peter’s back, rubbing softly. “It’s okay that you’re throwing up, alright? I didn’t mean to freak out on you. Just shocked me, that’s all.”

He’s never had to deal with parenting a kid, not to mention a sick one. He can’t even tell if it’s grief or not. He makes a mental note to ask FRIDAY about his temperature. Suddenly, he remembers what Peter was saying before they ate. He was trying to tell him that his stomach didn’t feel good, and he was just so focused on doing the right thing that he totally bypassed it. Shit.

“Oh, God, kid. You tried to warn me that you felt sick, didn’t you?” Guilt is black tar dripping in his heart.

Peter doesn’t answer, because he can’t. Tony tries not to flinch when he sprays a mouthful of vomit into the bowl. He coughs, and it turns into a retch almost immediately. He continues to throw up violently, and that’s when Tony knows this can’t be just grief. Poor kid is getting hit by life on all sides.

When he gets a break to breathe, he starts whimpering, and Tony feels like he’s going to pass out from heartbreak. “Hey, hey, it’s alright. Well, it’s not really alright, but it—it will be, okay? It will be.” Peter’s breathing picks up, and he starts to sob. “Oh, Pete...c’mere.” He brings Peter’s head to rest against his chest. It’s all he can think to do.

He might be getting tears and vomit on his t-shirt, but he doesn’t care. He’s being assaulted with almost all stages of fatherhood at once. But it’s not about him, it’s about Peter. If anyone’s getting life thrown at them all at once, it’s Pete. He holds him closer at the thought.

Peter’s shoulders tremble with the breathless sobs he chokes out, wrapping his arms around Tony’s torso and gripping onto his shirt with a white-knuckles grip.

“I want May,” he finally weeps.

It knocks the wind out of Tony. He’s not made to survive this kind of sorrow.

“Kid, I...I know you do. It’s okay that you do...but I’m so sorry that you have to miss her.” Words will never be enough—nothing will. “I also know I can’t be her, and I can’t begin to replace her, but I’ll do anything you need me to do, okay? Anything.” He’s never meant anything more in his life. This is a promise he can’t break.

Peter keeps crying, muttering incoherently under his breath, and Tony remembers his mental note from earlier. “Hey, FRI? Help me out here. What’s his temp?” he calls.

“Mr. Parker’s internal temperature is currently 100.1 degrees Fahrenheit.”

“Okay, uh, that’s okay, right? I don’t need to call anyone?”

“Medical assistance is not necessary at this time.”

“Thanks.”

“Mr. Stark...”

Tony looks down at the mop of curls pressed against his chest. “Yeah, buddy?”

“That was so gross,” he whimpers.

“Can’t argue with that, kiddo. You think you can manage a shower without braining yourself on the tile?” Peter hiccups, nodding just barely. “Okay. You can leave your dirty clothes in the bathroom across from your room. Everything you need should be in there, just call me if you need anything, alright?” Another nod. Tony helps him up out of the chair and tells FRIDAY to keep an eye on his vitals as he cleans up.

In the silence of the kitchen, Tony let’s the shock sink in. He’s got a kitchen decorated with vomit and a kid with a fever down the hall, and the responsibility falls completely on him. He shouldn’t have forced him to eat. He feels a kind of guilt he hasn’t felt since he took the kid’s suit away a good while ago.

After allowing himself to process the feeling for a minute, he starts the stomach-turning task of cleaning the kitchen. It’s a struggle not to add to the mess when he first sets to it, but he’s oddly desensitized by the end. He requests updates from FRIDAY multiple times, being met with the same response each time: Mr. Parker is in the shower, temperature slightly elevated.

He finds comfort in the fact that he hasn’t received any alerts from the baby monitor protocol and heads over to the living room. Looking over the setup, he wonders if he should put everything away. He stands there for a moment, and in his indecision, shuffling footsteps can be heard approaching.

Tony’s eyes quickly settle on Peter. His eyes are the type of swollen that only happens after a much-needed cry, but the kid has had too many of those lately. Tony watches as Peter walks closer, looking so small in his hoodie and sweats.

“Hey, kiddo. I was just about to pack all this up, I think.” Peter’s shoulders stiffen, and his expression tightens too. He shifts from one socked foot to another, eyeing the blankets on the couch. “That is, unless you’re still up for it.”

Peter seems relieved that Tony offered, nodding minutely. “I know I won’t sleep if...I just don’t want to try,” he admits, voice gravely from being sick.

“Yeah, I hear ya, kid, we can definitely still do it. Go ahead and get comfortable, I’m gonna grab a couple things.”

Tony heads back to the kitchen and retrieves a bin, a glass of water, and some fever reducers. When he comes back in, Peter is a lump of curly hair underneath the blankets.

“Alright, Pete, if you think you can, I want you to take some Tylenol, okay? You don’t have to, but here’s some water either way. I don’t want you to get dehydrated.” He hands the glass to Peter, who snakes an arm out from the covers and starts to sip.

He visibly musters up some bravery and takes the Tylenol, resting back against the cushions while they try to decide on something to watch. Tony sets the bin by Peter’s feet. They settle in, but Peter breaks the silence after a minute.

“M’really sorry I puked on the floor. I just didn’t feel like I could move,” he admits, color flushing up his neck.

“I meant it when I said it was okay, Pete. Did throwing up make your stomach feel better?”

Peter shrugged, then nodded. “Think so.”

“Well that’s good, I guess. But seriously, don’t worry about it. I’m just glad we get some time to relax after everything today, yeah?”

“Yeah. Me too,” Peter replies softly, finishing his water and lying his head down against the cushions.

It’s quiet after that, and once they finally decide on classic comfort choice Star Wars, it seems like things are looking up. Peter shifts so that his head can rest on Tony’s shoulder, and Tony would be lying if he said it didn’t make his heart bleed. It’s only been half a day, and he already feels like he would do anything to protect Peter.

God, Tony’s knows he’s screwed. He realizes quickly it’s the best type of screwed.

They’re about thirty minutes into the first movie, and Peter actually groans. Tony pauses the movie. “What was that about? You okay?”

Peter swallows twice, looking at Tony a little desperately. “I think the pills made my stomach hurt...c’n I have s’more water?” He asks, hand resting gingerly on the organ.

“Ah, shit. I wondered if that might happen, I’m sorry. Give me a second.”

The parent guilt hits in a fresh wave as he carries Peter’s glass over and has it refilled. He gets back as quickly as he can, handing the glass over to Peter. They settle back in, and Tony plays the movie.

He looks over at Peter every now and then, waiting for the discomfort to fade from his face. It doesn’t. Poor kid.

At about the halfway mark in the movie, Peter grabs his glass from the end table and starts to sip the last bit. Tony’s forgotten all about this scene in Episode I, and he’s glued to the screen. That is, until he hears Peter grunt in a choking sort of way.

He looks over to see Peter go for one more sip and watches him swallow it. Not even half a second later, Peter’s cheeks suddenly fill, and the water sprays right back into the cup. Before Tony can really react, Peter’s shoulders roll forward, and the glass fills to the brim.

In a moment of pure reflex, Tony quickly and carefully takes the glass away and replaces it with the bin. The glass is warm in his hand, and it makes him dry heave, setting poor Peter off again.

Tony sets the glass on the table and pauses the movie once more so he can place all of his attention on Peter. “It’s gonna be alright, kiddo, just let it come on up.” Another violent, oddly productive retch sends more vomit splashing against plastic. “That’s it, try to get a few breaths, kiddo.”

He tries, but the waves keep coming, hitching his breath every time. The water is tinted a sickly beige now, bringing up the last of his attempt at dinner.

He sits there burping and retching over the trash for several minutes, producing more sick in one night than Tony ever had after his benders. He tries not to be worried, and his work pays off when Peter finally stops, pushing the bin away.

“Done?”

Peter nods, face twisting up in sorrow. “Tony, I really don’t feel well,” he announces, as if it weren’t perfectly clear from his display seconds earlier. It breaks Tony’s heart all over again.

“I know, Pete, I’m sorry. It’s gonna be alright. Come here.” Tony brings the boy close, holding him as he shakes with fresh sobs.

He cries himself to sleep before Tony ever hits play on the remote.

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A/N: Hello again! Thanks for reading and have a great day :)

#cw vomit #iron dad #marvel sickfic #peter parker #sickfic #peter parker sickfic #iron dad sickfic #iron man #tony stark #hurt/comfort #grief #tw grief

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crimsonicarus · 4 months

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I don’t know how not to love you [And i'm fine being ignorant] (piarles, background galex) (some things just must happen pt.1)

“I love yo-”

“Do you?” She was crying but managed to smile through the tears, Kika was not even mad, sad would be a better word, maybe even disappointed “More than him?”

Pierre was 24 when his girlfriend broke up with him, that was the year he accepted he was in love with his best friend, the same year he decided to do something about it.

Alternative: As Pierre looks back at his shared childhood with Charles he realizes it wasn't always mere friendship

A certain something in the middle (Charles/Pierre/George)

It started with Charles, it was followed by Pierre, it ended with George waking up pressed between two warm bodies, the ache on his muscles being a reminder of what happened last night

once upon a dream (Mick/Fred/Jack) [loving a god is only a tragedy if the god does (not) love you back pt.1]

“You are someone else in your dream”

“Michalis”

“And we were somewhere else… It was long time ago”

“So it happened… I died?!”

“Long long time ago"

The holding of hands and the breaking of glass (sebchal, background britcedes)

It’s been two years since he held Charles in his arms, his once lover was 25 now, standing in front of the crowd as he married prince George, a man his age with the right family name to back him up.

In front of him was beautiful, haunted, martyr Charles. No longer a naive boy, no longer his.

Lando's George (George/Oscar)

There it was, Lando knows George, Logan knows George, apparently even Liam knows George... Why hasn't he met George yet?

in which everyone talks about a particular guy, enough for Oscar to think they are making him up, afterall who says "Blimey", "Crikey" and wears nothing but Tommy Hilfiger?

Whatever here that's left of me is yours [just as it was] (britcedes)

His eyes opened again, he was in front of a piano, and Roscoe was playing somewhere, he blinked and he was under water.

His name was Lewis Hamilton and he was writing his second album.

Footy fics

Honey, please try to love me (martindale)

Martin has a crush that he shouldn't have, Mikel has a problem he shouldn't have. Aaron is waiting for a miracle. The others are waiting for thee day when they stop acting like idiots

Now he is mine (Julian Draxler/Mats Hummels)

It was wrong, he knew it was wrong. Dammit not even Marco would be on his side on this one, it was the kid. No, not a kid. But Benedikt’s favorite, the one he took under his wing. But what was he supposed to do?

A muse by any other name (Neuller)

Lukas had the idea of taking a class together, the four of them, Robert wanted to take a portrait class, and Bastian thought it would be hilarious to take Joachim’s class only because he heard a sophomore talk about the model of the class.

“It’s just your type Mülli” he said

Lost and found (Leon Goretzka/Julian Draxler/Joshua Kimmich)

They weren’t expecting any visit, and the list of people that would visit and even more being able to get to the door was quite short. Both laying on their sides and deep into each other arms,Leon groaned and Joshua laughed softly at him. “I’ll catch it, be right back. Must be Serge being already bored” and then he left, Leon heard his steps getting far from the room and then disappearing into the void as he reached the living room, and then silence, silence for a few minutes. And then a scream. “Leon, come here!” Okay, that was weird. He stood up fast, took a tshirt an put it on as he made his way to the door, in front of him was Joshua looking pissed, and at the door Julian fucking Draxler with a awkward look and a certain aura of distress around him

Scent like home (Julian Draxler/Erik Durm)

“How are they?” He asked

“Actually a he” Mats talked with a smirk on his face “One of Benni’s favorite cousins to be more accurate”

“Great, now Benedikt will be after my throat

Don't go where I cant reach you (Kroosmes)

Toni wasn’t stupid, yeah. His Spanish was still not the best, and yes, neither were his social skills. But regardless of his silence, he was good at observing, maybe even this was because of his silence.

All the stars in the sky (Julian Draxler/Erik Durm)

After a long day of showing Paris to his lovers, Julian was asleep upside down in the middle of his boyfriends, Matthias was hugging his side while Erik was kissing his shoulder.

“We could draw constellations with his freckles, you know? ” erik asked, his index finger connecting the dots on Julians shoulders and neck, Matthias giggled.

#f1 rpf fic #football rpf #laurie writes #britcedes #piarles #dooschuvesti #sebchal #galex #charles/pierre/george #george/oscar #martindale #neuller #kroosmes #my fics

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starsnheroes · 6 months

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more clint verses + notes

if we ship, and you want a verse mention i'll add ya :)

affiliate verse // 616 // good people are like candles they burn themselves up to give others light (crisispider / thefleetsfine / hopeburns) // entangled to a loser like me (crisispider)

616 verses in which Clint is always in a relationship with @/crisispider

same notes as 616

always open to interacting in this verse as clint loves his peter b parker and wants to tell people

Clint and Peter live together in Bed Stuy

They just got engaged

Clint is the bonus stepdad to Mayday Parker

Clint and MJ hang out sometimes

Eventually Clint and Peter'll be adopting a baby Ashley too after they get married

Wurm :))

Peter follows events of the Spider-verse films so that's all canon

actually read this post goes into extreme detail on the Affiliate Verse

616 au // how can i watch you fade (crisispider)

a blindspot inspired au

clint's going blind and not enjoying it

clint's sorry he breaks peter's hearts all the time

616 divergent // ship verse with @/biitchcakes // how many more chances can i have with you (biitchcakes)

open for interacting in this verse

after their first break up due to clint's infidelity as seen in 2012 fraction's

Clint and Jessica would get together again shortly after working together in Secret Avengers (2014)

They would take their next big break, after a heavily canon divergent Civil War 2; Clint still kills Bruce and goes on trial. They kind of break-up / take a break, cause that was one of his girlfriend's best friends

Post Civil War 2, Clint tours America, drinking often and trying to right wrongs with Red Wolf via vigilante justice; while he does this he does call Jessica here and there, sometimes drunk and guilty

Eventually, he returns to New York with a few revelations, and one of them comes at recognizing an alarming relationship with alcohol ; while he back in New York, he asks Jessica and a local superhero doctor Leonard Mccoy (had to sneak him in okay) to help him with sobriety

Kate calls Clint from LA to ask him for his help with something, which leads to Clint deciding while he was in LA to move there and to take the next big chance. ASK JESSICA OUT AGAIN. Now just that, but skip a few steps and ask her to move out to LA with him. She says yes.

Kate's WCA happens, and Clint and Jessica have their own west coast superhero business; they adopt a runaway Beverley Hills kitty cat whose name is Leftovers or LT, they've got a place together, and quite some time

The next "break" that Clint and Jessica take is when they move back to New York, during the time of Devil's Reign and Mayor Fisk; the events of Freefall, Clint's grudge war with the Hood, and taking up the Ronin mantle leads Clint to relapse and realize that he hasn't exactly buried all his issues

Jessica is there to help him in the aftermath, along with Clint's friends that he manages to not burn bridges with

Clint becoming a T-Bolt under Luke Cage, is what leads to round 4 at a relationship with Jessica Drew, and gosh they got Lucky and Leftovers (their two "kids") he should maybe do something about a relationship upgrade with Jessica right?

LEFTOVERS IS CLINT'S SECOND FUR-SON and his favorite cat in the world, Leftovers is also just as much as a Cryptid as his mom JDrew :)) clint has had many a heart attack when these two LOOM over him waiting for food

616 closed // ship w/ @/mr-tony-stark // who shares your burdens (mrtonystark)

a closed 616 verse, inspired by a long running thread (i am getting back to)

where tony stark and clint barton, have a multiple times fling, and tony's the who clint calls at the end of freefall and helps clint with recovery, is his sponsor (and boyfriend) because they are messy

clint and tony are dating, after a 1000 reblogs

tony is raising brandy (that is going well for now)

gonna be exploring tony's relapse

and possibly the tony - emma sham wedding

616 closed // ship w/ @/mr-tony-stark // can we have a chance at this finally (mrtonystark)

a verse where tony and clint adopt an alien baby after her pod reaches earth

vaugely based off our first verse

let the boys be happy

616 closed // ship w/ @/blindbastard // do not hear do not see but know how to feel (blindbastard)

clint and matt !!

centered around hawkeye: freefall

clint knows matt is DD

has to walk the careful dance of not letting his boyfriend know he's ronin

while his boyfriend is actively hunting for ronin

#about; blog canon #about; verses #all headcanons tag

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lemonlillybee · 2 years

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G is for Ghost

Title: G is for Ghost

@halloweenie-event Prompt: “You know ghosts aren’t real, right?”

@flufftober Prompt: Blankets

Summary: Peter has a fever and watches a scary movie

Word Count: 614

Read on AO3

Tony arrives home, grinning when hears a movie playing on the TV, volume turned down low but still projecting the unmistakable sounds of a horror film, complete with eerie music and screams. He knows Peter has been camped out on the couch all evening while he’s been gone, and he’s glad he’s feeling well enough to watch a movie.

F.R.I.D.A.Y. has been alerting him of Peter’s fluctuating temperate all night, which has been hovering on the edge of a fever and only crossing over in the past hour or so. Currently, he’s sitting at a warm 101.1 degrees, and Tony is already anticipating how clingy that’s going to make Peter when he sees that he’s finally home. He goes into his room to change into sweatpants first, then rounds the corner into the living room, fully prepared to be sucked onto the couch by a sticky, feverish spider-kid for the next several hours.

“Hey, Roos,” he says, and Peter jumps, his whole body jerking violently as he startles. He scrambles sideways on the couch, away from Tony until his back is up against the armrest on the opposite end, red-rimmed eyes wide with fear.

“Sorry, I thought you heard me come in,” Tony says, frowning.

“I heard something, but…I thought…I thought there was a ghost.”

Tony comes to stand in front of Peter, palming his forehead and blowing out a breath. “You know ghosts aren’t real, right?”

“Uh…”

Tony moves his hand down to cup Peter’s cheek, frowning at the excessive heat coming from his skin. He considers moving him to his bed, but he eyes the nest of blankets on the couch and figures he’ll sleep just the same out here. Peter sniffles and closes his eyes, leaning into the touch, and after a moment he cracks one eye open, squinting up at Tony in suspicion.

“You’re not a ghost?”

Tony sighs. “Would a ghost do this?” He asks, grabbing the box of tissues from the coffee table and holding it out to Peter, who’s dragging a sleeve under his nose. Peter freezes, sniffling wetly into his sleeve, but he still looks warily up at Tony. Noticing that he’s shivering slightly, Tony sets the tissue box in Peter’s lap instead, then grabs one of the blankets and wraps it around his trembling shoulders.

“A ghost could probably do that,” Peter says after a few moments, and Tony snorts.

“Well, maybe I’m a friendly ghost.”

“Like Casper?”

Tony chuckles as he sinks down onto the couch next to Peter. “Maybe we should watch that instead of this scary movie. Hm?”

Peter considers the idea for a moment, then nods.

“FRI? Can you change the movie, please?” Tony smiles when the screen changes and Peter relaxes slightly against him. Tony grabs another blanket from Peter’s previous nest and adds it to the one already wrapped around him.

It’s not long before Peter either realizes he’s not a ghost, or maybe comes to terms with the idea that he is but he’s a friendly ghost, and Tony will take either option at this point. Either way, he finally gets those clingy, feverish spider-kid cuddles he’s been anticipating as Peter wraps warm arms around him and rests his head against Tony’s shoulder, huffing out a shaky, congested sigh and closing his eyes only a few minutes into the new movie. Tony grabs one last blanket, pulling it over both of their laps and smiling when Peter hums in contentment.

Even though Peter falls asleep soon after, Tony finds himself watching the entire movie, running his fingers soothingly through Peter’s hair and picking up tips on how to be a friendly ghost.

#halloweenie #halloweenie2022 #flufftober #flufftober2022 #you know ghosts aren't real right #blankets #irondad #irondad fluff #fluff #sick peter parker #peter parker fluff #fever #sickfic #peter parker’s spooky (and spoopy) abcs

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whatsabriard · 2 years

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Watch With Me: Hart to Hart 1x06

Episode Title: You Made Me Kill You

Original Airdate: October 23, 1979

Why this one? Every episode about a Hart stalker will be represented in this project. Maybe I have a kink, I don't know. But Peggy kicks off my favorite trend in this series.

Favorite quote:

I have seen Peggy in multiple things since this episode. She was in Dr Quinn. I recently saw her in ER. And she will never not be Peggy, sorry about it Kathleen Lloyd.

Right out of the gate this episode went "no, really, we're taking this one to the limit." (incidentally, a later season episode with Mimi Rogers saw this one and went "hold my beer".)

Harts riding a tandem bike! While being stalked! And Jennifer's shorts were the inspiration of that song "we wear short shorts".

This nutter is calling a bunch, sending tons of flowers, and JOnathan is like "it's not illegal to send flowers" as if he wouldn't be tearing down the city if this was happening to Jennifer.

Now, just to make sure we aren't underestimating the wacky of this woman, we have a scene of her having a conversation with a voice recording of Jonathan as she does her makeup (poorly) and WIG to look like Jennifer.

And if that isn't enough...

Realizing she's not pulling of The Jennifer, Peggy decides to follow her around and try to get the deets on how Jennifer is How She Is. This means a shopping trip! The most important detail of this shopping trip is that it's the origin story for that FABULOUS fucking white hat. You'll know it when you see it.

I am obsessed with this boutique that plays disco music and has multicolored lights flashing.

Anyway, Peggy steals the lingerie Jennifer was getting because she's committed to being committed.

Jonathan. Some kind of business deal. With Tokyo or something.

He decides to send the Japanese business men to Las Vegas and meet Ann Margaret. Who reads the In Death books? Jonathan is basically Roarke.

But then OTHER tickets arrive from Tony's Tickets. A single ticket to a jazz concert. "One ticket? What would I do with one ticket to a jazz concert?"

In this episode, supposedly married-with-two-daughters Stanley accepts a single ticket to a jazz concert and bops.

Peggy is pretty mad so she calls Jennifer to holler at her. "I'll get you for this. I'll get you."

Deanne guesses that the crazy works at Hart Industries. Deanne is right.

So Peggy runs into Jennifer in the bathroom and wants to know where she gets her hair done (she does not say Barry's Hotheads, of whom she has been a client forEVER, but I digress) but all that is unimportant because this is a lük.

So anyway, Jennifer wants to make sure this nice Peggy accountant girl is coming to their HOUSE for a staff party. Check me rolling my eyes GUYS.

Peggy goes to see Tony, the ticket guy, to make a reservation for her and Jonathan at some resort place. Tony, as he's been instructed, calls Deanne who alerts Jonathan. Peggy suspects something is up so she stabs him with like...a letter opener.

It's just a flesh wound though.

Jonathan invites Tony to the staff party, which is apparently now open to everyone in the greater los angeles area.

Tony and Stanley check out the lady guests - they're super stealth about it - but don't recognize anyone.

They're just pretty, ok.

Tony has shrimp with Peggy, not recognizing her because he's fkn useless.

Stanley hits on some chick who mentions his wife and kids. He's NOT. MARRIEd.

Jonathan dances with Peggy. I guess she's not sketch if you haven't seen her sleeping with his picture but man. They're not great detectives.

But then Jonathan leaves Peggy for Jennifer (oh, that's not going to cause a psychotic break or anything).

oh no now Peggy sees them kiss. so she does what any not-even-a-little-bit-sane person does, goes up to the Hart bedroom.

She starts opening the doors in their massive goddamn closets.

"I have the sickening feeling she's right here under out roof." And Jonathan is like "If she is she's a great actress or crazy or both." Duh.

THEN AND THEN Stanley spills cocktail sauce on the outfit Jennifer said she would kill herself over if she spilled anything on it. Also a very sane reaction to a women who has 19 closets currently being rifled by peggy.

Check out peggy being SUPER sane.

Jennifer stumbles on this Totally Normal situation, Peggy smacks her in the head and blows out the pilot light on the water heater (that's in the CLOSET?) to try to kill her with carbon monoxide.

although for me, the incredibly hard hit to the HEAD with the blunt object was probably more of an immediate threat.

Max is enjoying the party by dancing with young girls. Oh Max.

Because they can't be separated for more than a few minutes (d'awwww) Jonathan goes and finds his wife knocked tf out in his creepy closet with all the doors open.

"We'll find her, we'll find her." OK, jonathan, is it time to worry NOW?

The next day Jennifer is having some PTSD with not wanting to answer the phone. She's writing a story about her experience.

But she's going to carry on with her life, the idiot.

So she goes out to the post office by herself. But guess who is in the backseat!

What is with this chick and her teeny tiny knives?

Anyway, Jonathan is on his way home and sees Jennifer in the car with crazycakes and tries to follow them but this dumb 18 wheeler gets in his way.

So Peggy takes Jennifer back to her batcave of crazy where she strips (!) Jennifer to her slip and takes her clothes. She starts calling Jennifer "Peggy" and Jennifer is like "the FUCK is happening right now."

"You Peggy, have to die so Jonathan and I can live on forever...always."

She has Jennifer tied up with nylons but not very well because our girl Jennifer has been tied up a few times in her life and she slips those knots p quick and knocks Peggy down and does a runner.

Jennifer jumps out the window and races up the fire escape to the roof with Peggy in hot pursuit.

Jennifer's shoes are dog-show ugly in the action shots. But they look like regular buckle pumps up close.

Being a master of weird psychology, Jonathan calls Peggy "Jennifer" and tries to talk her into giving up the knife.

So Peggy snatches Jennifer by the hair.

Anyway, Peggy asks Jonathan to say he loves her. He does but then she starts screaming that he's a liar, she almost falls off the roof and "It's over, Peggy."

After all that trauma, the Harts go roller skating like whatever. Jennifer didn't nearly get deaded twice. trauma just rolls off them like water off a duck.

and they make out.

I'm going to skip "Murder Between Friends" and go straight to "Cop Out", which is important for several reasons, not the least of which is a riff of music Mark Snow recycled into the X-Files. It's also about prostitutes so good times.

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