#and tony was making a flame thrower

[marvel-lous-guy]

*Peter, Tony and Harley stood in the lab covered in slime and ash*

Pepper: You should all be ashamed of yourselves!

Harley: I'm not ashamed of who I am!

Tony: actually, that's our parents job

Peter: But I don't have any parents

Tony: So no one should be ashamed of you because you're perfect

Harley: my dad disappeared, does that mean I'm half perfect?

Tony: No. It means your a bigger disappointment and your mom is twice as ashamed of you

Harley: ...

Pepper: too harsh, Tony

Harley: nah, it's cool. I've said and heard much worse

Tony: who have you said worse to?

Harley: Peter

Peter: It's not that bad. I've also said and heard worse

Tony: ...said worse to who?

Peter: Harley

Pepper: ...you two have a strange bond

#they do have a strange bond #but its a bond nonetheless #hold up #why were they covered in slime and ash? #well #thats a funny story actually #peter and Harley werw making a slime gun #and tony was making a flame thrower #how were they supposed to know the chemicals in the slime would cause the gun to spontaniously combust when the slime met the flame? #certainly not 3 geniuses #Tony stark #peter parker #harley keener #marvel #mcu #pepper potts #irondad #irondad and spiderson #iron dad #spiderson #marvel cinematic universe #incorrect mcu quotes #incorrect mcu #marvel incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes #incorrect peter parker #textpost #funny

[that-yandere-life]

Could you do a Yandere Tony or Thor with a blind lover who genuinely grew to love them. The Yandere then finds their s/o crying and when they ask what happened, they told them through sobs that they accidentally bumped into someone and that person yelled horrible things to them and called them a stupid burden to people.

[Warnings: Yandere Themes *Obviously*, Murder, Arson, Mentions of Imprisonment and insinuations of torture.]

Tony-

Tony worked so hard to gain your affections that his mind will immediately go to him doing something wrong when he found you crying.

Then instead of turning away from his comfort you actively sought it out, basically throwing yourself at him when you felt him sit down next to you.

“Sweetheart, what are all these tears for?”

Sniffling and gripping on tightly to his shirt, it balled up in your fist as you sob into his shoulder unable to speak right away.

The very sound of you in such distress is breaking his heart, especially since you can’t even tell him what to do to help.

Kissing the top of your head and stroking your back softly just trying to do the best he could to assist you in calming down.

Eventually you stopped shuddering from the force of your cries, your breathing beginning to level out back to normal.

No longer are new tears forming, the old ones still clinging to your cheeks as they begin to dry.

Whispering to you softly about how much he loves you, and how much it pains him to see you so upset.

All he ever wants is to see a smile on your face, more so than that he wants to be the one who put it there.

Barely you manage to stutter out what had happened earlier that day when you went to the store with Happy.

How you were using one of your specialty apps attempting to find a certain kind of cereal that you were craving.

When someone bumped into you, since obviously you couldn’t see them to avoid them they started blaming you for the inconvenience.

Explaining to them how you couldn’t see them, they went off on a horrific rant about how you were nothing but a stupid burden to people.

It was as if a volcano erupted inside of him, never had he been so angry in his life and that is saying something.

Apologizing to you even though he had nothing to do with it, but reassuring you that you are not a burden, in fact he doesn’t know what he would do without you.

If anything he was a burden to you, and initially he was a little pissed at Happy for not contacting him immediately but then you told him how you hid it until you got back home.

Squeezing you tightly he kisses your forehead before telling you that he was going to make sure that they understood the consequences of those words.

Part of you wanted to attempt to stop him, but you also were aware of how when Tony sets his mind to something there is no turning back.

Asking if you would be alright without him for a little while, he will make sure that you have everything you might want while he is gone before departing to his lab.

Already breaking into the security walls of the supermarket you went to, glad it was a major one so it was a bit easier to locate.

Watching the surveillance footage, using his software to identify the offender from the recording, getting a name and address within minutes.

Taking off in his newest suit, ready to enact revenge on the one who made you cry, and he was not accepting any begs for mercy.

Using the latest addition a flame thrower setting to burn down the house that they lived in, knowing he wouldn’t get caught as it was out of the way of most things.

Guarding the exits so that they wouldn’t be able to escape the raging inferno now boiling on, apparent through the windows and smoke rising to the sky.

Only departing when he heard the sirens alerting him to the first responders about to arrive at the location.

Returning to you, the next day hearing from the local news that his plan had succeeded in perpetuity.

No one messes with his darling and gets to live to tell the tale, especially those who made you feel less than the incredible human being that you truly were.

The one he fell so in love with that he would do just about anything to get you to love him back, getting so lucky when you eventually did fall for him in return.

Thor-

Thor was basking in the fact that you finally felt the same towards him, holding his head up high as he did his duties around the palace in Asgard.

However while his day had been fantastic and he was on cloud nine, you on the other hand were not having a good day.

Being in a new place meant you had to learn how to get around, and you usually did just fine by yourself but sometimes you needed to ask someone for help.

Unknowingly you had asked the wrong person this time, some snooty aristocratic sounding woman who snarled at you when you asked for directions to the kitchens.

Venomously spitting out that you were nothing but a terrible burden to people if you couldn’t even remember where things were.

Even sticking to their words after you explained that you were blind and couldn’t exactly see where you were going, trying to justify something you didn’t need to justify at all.

Next thing you knew you were standing in the hallway alone, the horrible woman leaving you standing there stunned, hurt, and still lost.

Sitting down against a wall you felt out near where you were standing you felt tears start streaming down your face.

Never had you felt so humiliated in your whole life, maybe it was because someone voiced a thought you often heard in your own mind.

One you tried desperately not to listen to, and would refuse to believe it was right but now someone else noticed it too, so how could it not be the truth?

Hugging your knees to your chest, as if you were trying to hold yourself together the best you could but failing miserably.

Soon the sounds of your sobs filled the entire area, echoing against the marble and stone that filled the entire building.

So many emotions built up over a lifetime of people underestimating you, and treating you as if you were a child or an idiot now being let out all at once.

On his walk back towards the room that the two of you shared to see if you wanted to go grab some dinner with him, or if you wanted dinner brought there for a more intimate evening, he was distracted by the sounds of crying.

Seeking out where the noise was coming from he was stopped by a maid who looked as if she were tormented by something.

Softly they told him that they had witnessed the entire event but because the woman who did it was a visiting dignitary from another place they couldn’t do anything about it but try to seek him or Frigga out.

Breaking away from them almost the minute they finished what they were saying now he understood exactly who was crying, the love of his life.

Rushing to your side, telling you that he was there now and that you were safe once again, touching your arm softly to alert you to where he was exactly.

Embracing you nearly too tightly as he pressed you towards his giant chest, holding you against him as you continued letting it out.

Yelling out for guards to come to his location, his thundering voice reverberating making it seem that much louder.

It didn’t take long for them to show up, immediately taking off again when the order was given to them to go find the woman and lock her up.

Letting them know that he would take care of her later after he made sure that you were okay, but not to under any circumstances let them leave.

Picking you up with ease, he kisses your cheeks softly, able to taste the faint saltiness left behind by the remnants of tears on his lips.

Carrying you back towards your room, telling you that you didn’t have to tell him what happened, someone already did.

That you were not a burden, that you were the most intelligent person he knew, and no one could memorize things better than you could.

Most of the time he was the one who got lost and you had to tell him how to find his way back to where he needed to go.

There was nothing that you couldn’t do if you set your mind to it, and by the Gods it impressed him to no end, wishing he could be more like you.

Thor promises to spend the rest of his life making sure you know how incredible you are and how much you mean to him.

Waiting until you slumber that night to exact your revenge for you, one that will taste all too sweet.

[Thank you for this idea, it was sad but really sweet as well! I hope that you enjoy and that it was what you were thinking of! <3]

#yandere tony stark #yandere tony stark x reader #yandere thor odinson #yandere thor odinson x reader #yandere marvel #dark tony stark #dark tony stark x reader #dark thor odinson #dark thor odinson x reader #dark marvel

[plaid-shirtsandvibranium-arms]

Disconnected Drabble (2)

Summary: In which you learn to deal with jealousy

Fandoms: Avengers, Marvel, MCU

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Mutant!Reader, Avengers x Mutant!Reader (platonic)

Warnings: seriously just silly fluff, some language, I may have traumatized Sharon

A/N: A drabble for my completed Disconnected Series that nobody asked for. I keep going back to this pairing and this universe when I need a little pick me up. This is me just getting my writing mood back up and hopefully it entertains some of you.

Masterlist

Drabble 2: Learning to Deal with Jealousy

Tony had taught you that it was only natural to sometimes feel jealous and protective over people and things that are important to you. You understood that pretty easily. Tony was protective of you because he was a sort of father figure or big brother to you.

“If Steve breaks your heart I’m going to shove him back in the ice myself.”

You were protective over Peter too, wanting to preserve that starry-eyed wonder he always had whenever you were working with new tech.

“Y/N! Can we build a tiny army of exploding ninjas?”

“We can build whatever you want, sweetie.”

Jealousy though sprouted with Sharon. Now that you were in an official relationship with Steve, it kicked in that you didn’t like having another woman making the moves on him. America’s ass was yours. You trusted Steve, but you didn’t like that Sharon was being persistent despite knowing about your relationship.

“Put the flame thrower away, Y/N!”

“She keeps touching him, Tony!”

You’ve never felt jealousy before so Tony had to teach you firmly that it was okay to feel it, but it wasn’t okay to set the other person on fire. It apparently also wasn’t okay for you to demand that they never work together on any missions. However, Natasha also told you that you shouldn’t just let another person disrespect you like that either.

People were complicated.

So you had to get creative.

A briefing was underway for a mission you weren’t involved in. It was just Tony, Steve, Nat, and Sharon in the conference room going over the intel. Naturally, Sharon took your absence as an opportunity to sit close to Steve. Just as she was about to lean in closer to him, the table rumbled and made a whirring sound. A glass partition folded out from within the table to snap in place between the two.

Sharon huffed and tried to go around the barrier, but it adjusted quickly to again block her path. She tried several times and each time it zipped into a perfect position to stop her. The glass also kept wiggling back and forth as if taunting her, daring her to go keep going.

The other Avengers couldn’t help, but chuckle. Tony was particularly relieved that your methods now didn’t include fire or shrapnel and Steve found it endlessly adorable. He couldn’t wait to get out of this meeting and kiss the life out of you.

None of them expected you to have installed the same across the whole Compound. It didn’t matter if they were in the gym, the kitchens, or any of the hallways. Some type of barrier always came up to block Sharon’s advances. One time it smacked her right in the face as it came out from the ceiling. It needed some adjustments. It was a prototype. It wasn’t intentional.

Not at all.

Sharon still didn’t give up though and she was convinced that she would get an opportunity when they shipped out for a mission. Outside of the compound you would have no control of the environment and wouldn’t be able to monitor her and Steve. The mission was successful and they were packing up to leave.

Natasha raised an eyebrow at the obviously predatory strutting Sharon was doing on her approach to Steve. The man saw and looked at his friend pleadingly, begging to help him avoid whatever the blonde agent had planned. He sighed when all he got as an answer was a shrug. He had been blunt with Sharon, clearly stating that all his affection was happily occupied by you.

“You wanna stop by my place when we get back for a drink?” she said in a sultry tone, fluttering her eyelashes up at him as she stroked down his arm. Natasha let out a low whistle at the audacity.

Before Steve could answer a low whirring could be heard coming from the star emblem on his chest. They jumped back as an opening appeared on it where countless Nano particles spilled out, swirling in mid-air until it formed a small robot that looked eerily similar to Eve from the movie Wall E. Steve subconsciously recalled your recent fixation on the animated film.

It turned to smile and coo adoringly at Steve, winked at Nat, then it’s digital eyes turned a glaring red toward Sharon. Its little arm raised and reassembled as a blaster aimed right at her shocked face. Tony said no fire.

But he didn’t say anything about water cannons.

Nat and Steve stared dumbfounded as the tiny robot relentlessly chased Sharon around the area, drenching her while it made noises that suspiciously sounded like cackling. During the ride home on the jet it settled on Steve’s lap, cuddling and purring against him like a pet cat while intermittently hissing at Sharon in warning.

Steve chuckled and shook his head as he petted the robot’s smooth head. He couldn’t wait to get home to you.

#disconnected series #disconnected series drabbles #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x reader fluff #steve rogers fluff #marvel #mcu #captain america x reader #captain america fluff #avenger!reader #mutant!reader #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans fanfic

[perpetuelledaydreaming]

Illicit affairs- Chapter 6

“summary: kingpin is on the move; peter is a sad mess that doesn’t understand why y/n keeps secrets while she needs to answer a call and tony has a crush on dr. strange. 

Listen to: august- Taylor Swift & Hopelessly devoted to you- Olivia Newton- John

word count: 13.3k (not as long as the last but a lot of things happened)

(author’s note at the end now)

warnings: some s m u t. hehe. 

series masterlist

You remembered when the compound was made, it was barely ready after the Ultron catastrophe. Tony had brought you after everything had calmed down so you could train with them, it was fairly recent that you had developed your suit and honestly, the gym that you had at Stark Tower wasn’t enough for you to train there having little experience with your suit. regarding battle training. Therefore you joined Sam, Vision, and Wanda for training during all that summer, Steve and Nat conducting a really serious and strict summer camp for Avengers. You had loved it, bonding especially with Wanda easily since she was just a couple of years older than you, Sam became like a cool uncle (who later was joined in the same category by Bucky) while Vision was a calming presence. Nonetheless, you felt as if something was missing, about a year later, Peter would arrive in your life and after a couple of years, the compound would become like a sanctuary for both of you. 

Therefore, when you saw a gaping hole in the side of one of the main buildings, where the labs were located, you could feel your stomach sinking, barely letting go of Peter who was holding onto you by his hand, he decided to secure himself with a web, just in case. 

“y/n, are you here?” you could hear Tony’s elaborate breaths as you dive down into the building, entering the gaping hole where the action was taking place.  

There were about thirty men down, you could see them as HAPPY gave you a scan of the place. Tony was against five of them, while Rhodey had about nine men surrounding him but Bruce had it worse, the majority of the men were going at it. Moreover, some of them were wearing a special kind of suit, something that seemed to be alien technology. 

“Kids”

“On it!” Peter stated as he climbed off you, while you watched in shock the scene. Bruce’s lab and Tony’s lab were destroyed by the impact of whatever thing they had used, while yours and Peter’s seemed to be not that damaged. 

Things were in disarray and it took you a moment to get the scene in front of you. Tony was being held down by a couple of men as they pointed at him with a weapon, the force of what seemed to be a larger-than-life- flame-thrower, but it wasn’t a flame thrower exactly, the flames seemed purple and you could feel the blast of energy only by standing a couple of feet away, you grew concerned about the different materials in the lab, things could definitely blow up. 

But then, Peter and you quickly got into action, Peter climbed through the roof without being noticed by the men as he tried to cover the weapons in webs, he threw them repeatedly, making the men stop using the guns and looking up, which allowed you to swipe them off from their feet. The sound of the men’s bodies banging against the walls, the grunts as you literally threw them through two walls was enough for you to know that you got two less. Tony quickly took the weapons off the floor, he threw them into a destroyed wall, Peter webbing them up to stop anyone from using them, as far away from the lab as he could, knowing that they still had alien energy coming from them. 

You didn’t have to be an expert to know where these guns or where these men came from, you knew it right away. Kingpin was moving on with his plans and he was taking you by surprise, the sound of a man getting up and then quickly getting shot with a repulsor by Tony snapped you out of your thoughts, you could see Tony wiping his hands as he looked at you. 

“Are you sober?” he asked as he stood next to you, watching that Peter had already begun to web up the men who were attacking Bruce, which gave Bruce the option to flung a couple of them into the green space that surrounded the compound or against the walls, or into the garden of the main entrance. 

“Yes,” you stated gravely, after seeing the attack on the Compound it seemed like the wine’s effect had passed. “Where do you want me?”

“Secure the building, let’s take the fight outside” Tony stated and then he was already flying towards Bruce and Peter. 

You quickly entered the lab, checking that the men were down with HAPPY and flying through the large east hall where Rhodey was taken the majority of the heat. 

“Uncle Rhodey, need some help?” you offered with a smirk as you ordered HAPPY to take out your unibeam, when you saw Rhodey on the floor and the men surrounding him, pointing different types of weapons at him. 

Pointing to the feet of the men surrounding Rhodey, you began to fire. Some falling into the floor with pain from being burned by the beam or running away if they saw the beam seconds before they touched them. 

Rhodey shook his head. “Nice entrance, just like your dad” he muttered while you helped him stand up, for a second before he was already firing with his repulsors at the ones that were running through the hallway. 

“Cool?”

“Late” he grumbled, but before you could answer anything you felt the blast of energy on the side of your body, throwing you back onto the wall.

Your entire body crashed loudly against the wall, your head bouncing against it and quickly falling on the floor with a groan. It had been so hard that you barely went through the wall, a large rumbling sound accompanied your crash. 

“Shit” you growled before snapped your head towards where the blast came from and you literally growled at the men who had fired at you, while others counterattack Rhodey. 

Before you could stand up, they fire once more, the purple beam of light throwing you back against the wall again. The energy was too strong as they held the purple beam against you for several lengths of time at once, you could feel how some nanobots began to detach from your suit, quickly it began to recover but you cried as you felt the burning on your exposed skin. When they stopped, you felt your blood boiling on your body, raising your head to see that they were trying to charge the weapon but their attempt being useless. Before they could even raise their hands, you fire at him with the freeze beam, emitting it from where your arc reactor was located on your chest. 

The men effectively remained in that position, frozen, as you groaned while standing up for a second, turning to see Rhodey using a pulse bolt which didn’t only serve to neutralize the numerous men surrounding him with the alien tech that had returned but also it was strong enough that it numbed their weapons, turning them off as well as their suits that some were wearing. 

“You okay there?” Rhodey asked as you heard the grumbling, groaning, and swearing under the beath of the majority of the men taken down. He watched them with a smirk while you glared at him. 

“Jeez, thanks for your concern” you grumbled as you began to pile them up against the guys that you had frozen early, already thinking about how long could it take to defrost them so you could take them to jail. 

But before you or Rhodey could toss some more men next to the pile you already had, Peter’s panicky voice put you on alert. 

“y/n, The Prowler is here” he yelled through the com with laboring breaths, as if he was trying to chase him. 

“What!?”

You took off down the rest of the hall, barely destroying the glass doors that directed you to the main green space that surrounded the Compound, leaving Rhodey behind. You flew high enough to set the scene, Bruce was down and you felt your throat getting a knot for one second as Tony and Peter dealt with The Prowler, who was attacking them full force with its claws. The rest of the men were down, it seemed like The Prowler had come as a surprise, he hadn’t been seen, hell HAPPY hadn’t even identified him. 

You could see Tony struggling as he tried his best to hold down The Prowlers claws while Peter tried to blind him with his webs, but being useless as The Prowler managed to get rid of Tony’s hold and pushed him away, his electrical gauntlets doing its work, with force towards where Bruce was and when his eyes directed at Peter who was narrowly avoiding his claws, you bulleted towards him at full force, HAPPY warning you about your velocity but you didn’t care.

It was just about three seconds before you crashed against him that The Prowler turned around to watch you, but it seemed to be too late as you slammed your entire body against his. You sent him flying backward and you felt with him as well too, both of you rolling into the ground by the raw force that you had accumulating as you dived down. 

You could only hear your breathing and labored groans as you gazed back at The Prowler, who was beginning to stand up, you did the same as you got ready to keep fighting. Both of you stood up at the same time, glaring at the other and it was a matter of seconds before he jumped towards you, power by his propelled projectiles on the base of his suit while you flew towards him, preparing your pulse barrage that was ready to launch from your chest but as you were ready to attack, The Prowler had different plans. 

He threw the little beams that you knew for sure you had seen before, midair, causing you to feel an electric charge on your suit, it started sizzling. It didn’t cause damage, it simply bothered your system for a second but it gave The Prowler enough time to get you distracted, he quickly fired a powerful blast from his electrical gauntlet, sending you backward. You were already wincing, the blow on your back already being too much for you after the last guys but instead of falling on the ground, you felt something on your ankle that pulled you in the other direction, whirling you around. 

You opened your eyes, seconds before you were falling onto Peter’s arms, who was ready to catch you. The force was still too much as both of you were knocked out when you fell into his arms. Both of you groaning as you laid on the floor, you could feel that you definitely had a concussion as you stared at Peter on his Spiderman suit, you didn’t have to say anything, your hands simply linked together while you tried to stand up but then Peter’s senses went off. 

“Duck!” Peter screamed, pulling you away before he was standing up and kicking The Prowler on his chest, driving him away from you. 

But the Prowler recovered quickly and launched against Peter with a growl, he quickly grabbed Peter by the throat and then pushed him onto the grown, barely burying Peter who was trying to push the Prowler’s hold on his throat, trying to remove its claws but it seemed too much. Peter could feel how his throat was closing, the energy coming from the gauntlets and the raw force the Prowler was using against him, he could feel the claws even piercing his suit and skin while the hands surrounded his neck. 

“AAHH” Peter managed to yell as he felt the pain and his vision began to become blurry, the only thing in his eyes was the white menacing eyes from the Prowler and the purple energy that surrounded him but he heard your screams. 

“NO!” you screamed as you ran towards them quickly and you took a hold of the Prowler’s ankle but he soon repelled you, an electricity current sending you away but you managed to slide into a halt, and quickly opening your hands and firing your repulsors against him completely desperate for him to get off Peter. 

Another pair of white beams appeared and you turned to see Tony, the beams together managed to get the Prowler off from Peter, who was left on the ground, unmoving.  The Prowler managed to recover quickly as he rolled from the ground. Once he saw Tony flying towards him while you flew to where Peter was, he began to run the opposite way. 

“He’s going to escape!” you screamed at Tony as you began to take Peter in your arms. 

“Take care of Peter” Tony screamed back as he fired repeatedly against the Prowler who was now closer to the gates of the Compound. Rhodey following Tony to attack the Prowler.

You turned to Peter, your heart thundering on your chest as you watched Peter on your arms and quickly pulling his mask away while your mask retracted from your head. As soon as you saw the bruising and the puncture wounds on Peter’s neck, you felt like throwing up. 

“Oh my god,” you cried as you pulled him closer to your lap. “Peter, come on, wake-up” you whispered towards him as you leaned forward, pressing your forehead against his while you nudge your nose against his softly. 

But Peter didn’t seem to be responding, instead, he seemed to be a little bit purple and you quickly laid him on the grass, recalling your training as you tried to stop the tears of concern coming from your eyes, you began CPR and then quickly blew air onto Peter’s mouth, then you worked onto his chest again. 

You finally felt like you could breathe when you Peter began to cough repeatedly, although it sounded like music to your ears. His breathing was still ragged, heaving, and wheezing as he tried to get as much air on his lungs as he could. You helped him sit up a bit so he could breathe better, his skin returning to normal color as you sighed with relief, while you also sniffed a bit. 

“Hey,” he croaked softly but it was almost inaudible, it seemed like his vocal cords were badly beaten as he took a hold of your hand. 

You shushed him a bit while you smiled at him. “Hey, don’t talk. We’ll get you help” you answered back happily. 

The Compound labs were going to be off-limits while Tony sent people in to repair the big hole on the side of the building and the other damages caused by the assault. Thankfully, the medical wing had been unharmed by the soldiers of Kingpin who were quickly translated to a medical center and then to jail, so you were able to take both Bruce and Peter to the wing without much problem, Tony had called Dr. Helen Cho for reinforcement since Bruce was usually the one that took care of you with a team of physicians, he had one MD on those different titles that he held proudly. She helped Bruce study the chemical, while she treated Peter as well and checked your burn injuries given the alien energy. 

You came to know later, Bruce had been injected a dose of Oscorp’s paralyzer by The Prowler, a large needle sticking out of his neck when you had found him. You were glad though, that he had been on his Professor Hulk persona and there wasn’t any real harm made. Bruce assumed that the paralyzer from Oscorp didn’t really affect him since his metabolism was different than from a normal human, Bruce had only been paralyzed for about twenty minutes give or take and he could still talk during the time being. 

He had felt tingling and numbness but soon he was okay, which meant that whatever Kingpin thought he had with the Oscorp paralyzer would only work on the Avengers with normal metabolism, and for the time being, the only three Avengers that could be seriously harmed used suits. 

Tony, Rhodey, and you. 

Soon, you got to the same conclusion regarding the Hammer neutralizers. The short-circuit, where your system flunked a bit wasn’t half as bad as Hammer had said it would be. Tony, Harley and you studied the beams and found out that they weren’t really as successful because the arc reactor's energy didn’t match the energy that Hammer had been focused on, it wasn’t even close. It did cause small interferences that could distract you in mid-battle but nothing that could completely derail the suit's function. And after confirming that they were Hammer's neutralizers, Tony was more than ready to prosecute.

Nonetheless, when it came time to do a wipe through from what had been taken, you realized that The Prowler had tried to go into secret archives of Tony, Harley, and you; specifically, everything regarding the nanobot functions and the different tools and weapons it integrated on your suit. He didn’t manage to take much, barely anything, since FRIDAY had fought the virus that the Prowler had installed, hard, and Peter’s Spidey senses had been triggered as soon as the Prowler had sneaked into the lab and he had chased him down, away from it. 

You winced at the thought of Peter’s injuries, not that Peter usually didn’t recover quickly but it was something that had happened often with you. Seeing him getting hurt almost felt even worse to you, your heart always broke into a million pieces and you seemed like his own personal bodyguard in the few hours he lasted on the medical wing. He was always okay but you were still always concerned.

Therefore, when Peter woke-up an hour or two later with bandages wrapped around his neck and a few random stitches and scratches over his body, he wasn’t really surprised to see you on the sofa next to his bed. He smiled happily, you did have some stitches over your eyebrow and on your cheekbone, he guessed they were caused by your hand-in-hand combat with the Prowler and there were definitely bruises and bandages on the rest of your body but you seemed well and you were sleeping quietly next to him, that’s all that mattered to him. 

Peter turned to his side to face you and he wondered if you really loved him back or if he was just kidding himself; you had been extremely clear with the fact that now you were just friends but that same night you had kissed him back as if you wanted to repeat what had happened between you before you had skipped town. But now that he was no longer with Gwen, had made a clean break, he felt like he shouldn’t hide his feelings from you anymore. Peter couldn’t explain how elated he had felt when you had kissed him back, feeling his cheeks burning red and he remembered how hard you had held onto him, how purposefully your lips were against his, how he had ridden up your oversize shirt, your whimpers. 

He felt like he could die a happy man, right there and there. 

However, he also knew he wouldn’t be capable of pressuring you to decide or tell him if you had feelings for him, he respected you too much, he wouldn’t bring his feelings into a conversation unless it happened organically and you were ready to actually talk. He knew you had a thing for running away, for not facing the things that made you feel weak or unwanted, he knew that for a fact even more since you came back. He could wait for you; he had waited for you for so long that it didn’t matter to him. So, Peter decided to stay quiet, falling asleep watching you. 

It wasn’t only until two days later that Peter and you would talk about it. He had made a quick recovery, his larynx being the most affected part of his body but after a day of not talking and communicating through your phone while you took care of him in the compound with May and the Midtown gang that came to say their goodbyes before they returned to school, he finally could talk. 

And then, the debrief came. 

“I told you to leave it alone!” Tony growled as he glared back at you. 

Fury and Cap in hologram versions next to him at the tip of the table on one of the conferences room in the Compound while Peter, Rhodey, Harley, and Bruce were sat down around the table. It hadn’t been an easy conference, mostly information about what the Prowler had taken, the damage done to the building and labs, the identification of the men, and then a fight. 

“I did” you replied quietly with a glare at him. 

You weren’t in the mood for being interrogated, especially knowing that you, in fact, did not leave it alone. Part of you was somehow glad that Nat had been too busy with a special task that she wasn’t able to be part of the meeting, which was great because she would catch that you were lying right away. 

Not that Tony wasn’t already catching onto something. 

“Y/N, we need you to tell us the truth,” Steve said sternly, crossing his arms. “This can be extremely dangerous for all of us”

“I am” you answer back, in the same tone that he had. “I told you that before but I followed your orders, I haven’t been snooping around”

But you still weren’t convincing. 

Peter could feel and hear your heart beating erratically on your chest, he could see you chewing the inside of your cheek, he could feel your stiffened muscles.

“Mr. Stark, she hasn’t been-” Peter tried to intervene but was quickly cut off by Fury. 

“Mr. Parker, you would follow Miss Stark in a blink of an eye” he stated gravelly as he glared at Peter with one eye. “We know that you two would be together if you did something”

Peter shut his mouth quickly, as he stared at you sorrowfully. You shrugged, trying to reassure Peter that he couldn’t intervene, you knew that you and Peter were a combo and they would blame him as much as you if they found out about something you did, especially regarding Felicia. 

You felt the pressure of keeping her secret hidden, you felt your heart thundering on your chest as you remember Felicia’s eyes as she told you who she was, when she told you her name and when you had assured her that you could protect her. 

You felt your heart sinking at the thought that you would break your promise. 

“Where have you been lately? You haven’t been on your lab much” Tony asked suddenly, snapping you out of your thoughts. “Tell me the truth y/n or I swear to god”

“I’m seeing someone!” you snapped at Tony, breathing heavily. 

All of the present Avengers turned towards you and your sudden outburst, Peter gawking at the fact that you were going to tell them something about Felicia? He felt goosebumps appearing on his skin as his eyes locked in with yours and you suddenly shrugged them off. 

What the hell were you going to do now?

“I met her while hanging out with Peter’s friends, I’ve been busying seeing her” you stated while watching Tony seriously, who seemed as shocked as he could be. His gaping mouth and his eyebrows raised, watching you softly and you could see the concern on his face, you felt as if this was the chance for you to escape. “I’ve been spending time with her and I like her dad. I really don’t need this interrogation” you said as standing from the table, beginning to walk towards the door. “And you, all of you,” you said pointing at Steve and Fury too. “You are just mad because what I told you was going to happen finally did, but you didn’t listen!”

You spun on your heels, taking your jacket and quickly storming off into the Compound halls, you were shoving people left and right from your way.  You weren’t sure where you wanted to go and you weren’t paying much attention to it as your mind wandered back to Felicia, she hadn’t call you since what had happened at the party and you weren’t sure if you would call her either. She had simply written a small message, "You okay", which you didn't answer. 

You felt somehow upset and guilty about recent events; exactly you were upset about the fact that Felicia might have known about the attack on the Compound but she hadn’t warned you or told you anything about something that Kingpin could be planning. Moreover, you still felt pangs of guilt as you thought about your kiss with Peter, it wasn’t like you regret it, it had been something that you had wanted for so long and how he had leaned down and caught your lips, it made you feel breathless. But when you returned and saw Felicia, how she was looking for you, how she was waiting for you while you were barely fucking Peter in the bathroom. 

When you finally stopped walking, you realized that you had ended up in the residence part of the Compound and you cursed under your breath. You hadn’t even been in your room of the Compound since you had left a couple of years ago, the last memories being of Peter and you, tangled beneath the sheets.  You walked up to the door of your room and barely ordering HAPPY to open the door but you closed your eyes, feeling your heart squeezing on your chest, so you turned around but then you heard his voice. 

“Hey” Peter muttered, as he quickly grabbed you by the arm, opening the door of your room and shoving you inside.

Sometimes you forgot how strong Peter was. 

“Peter, stop!” you snapped at him as you shrugged off his arm, glaring at the boy with the caramel curls, who was looking at you carefully as if you were going to break at any moment.

And you hated it because you felt that if he kept watching you like that; you think you actually would. 

But Peter noticed it right away.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Peter said softly as he took your hand delicately and you felt your heart sinking, but you still laced your hand with his. 

“No, it’s not Peter” you whispered as you got closer to him, Peter instinctively open his arms for you to nest your head on his chest. “We can’t be sure that this is something that they have been planning or that I caused because of the warehouse”

“It’s not because of the warehouse” Peter assured you as he held you tighter for a second before you push away and stared into his eyes. 

Peter noticed right away that your eyes were a bit glassy, your expression pained and doubt in the depths of your gaze. He knew that although he assured you that you weren’t the reason for the attack, he was aware that you wouldn’t believe him. 

“How can you be so sure?” you asked, your voice a bit wavery. It was an honest question, sometimes you couldn’t understand how devoted Peter seemed to you, how he would say anything without hesitation in his eyes to make you feel okay; you were thankful for it but your mind went back to the person who might know the reason for the attack. You quickly took out your phone as you pulled farther away from Peter. “I have to ask Felicia about this”

Peter wanted to believe that it was his Spidey sense buzzing him, warning that you shouldn’t be talking to Felicia but as he watched you quietly while you typed furiously on your phone, he felt a small pang of jealousy tainting his heart. Nonetheless, he shook off his feelings, knowing that he really was concerned about your relationship with Felicia; she had left both of you in a place where you could’ve seriously gotten injured or kidnapped, and the next thing he knew you were making out with her as you danced together. That didn’t sit well with him. 

“Don’t y/n” he muttered and you raised your head from your phone with a frown, looking back at Peter who crossed his arms over your chest “She’s… it’s dangerous”

You rolled your eyes at Peter’s statement and continue typing but before you knew it, you heard his web-shooters charging and before you could protest, he was pulling your phone away. 

“She’s not!” you growled as you walked to him to snatch your phone away from his hold. “She has helped us through all of this”

Peter walked a few steps back while you came at him with a glare. 

“What if she’s not helping us?” Peter protested softly until he reached a wall and you quickly managed to take your phone from his hand, going back to sit on your bed so you could keep texting her while Peter continued. “She’s working for Kingpin, she’s a criminal, we can’t trust her!” 

“What’s your problem with her!?” you finally snapped at Peter with a fulminating glare. 

And then Peter’s eyes narrowed, no longer trying to be soft regarding Felicia and you. You were enticed by her and he was worried. 

“She’s manipulating you!” Peter fumed, standing next to you and towering over you. You could feel his glare was burning you as you stood up to face him, glaring at him defiantly.

“She’s not manipulating me!” you barked at him while jabbing your finger in his chest. 

Peter scoffed with a sarcastic laugh as he passed a hand through his curls, rolling his eyes at your statement. You could feel the anger bubbling up on your chest at his reaction but you weren’t sure what angered you most, his attitude towards the whole thing or the fact that he was questioning your relationship with Felicia. 

“Why are you even seeing her!?” Peter questioned you and you shot him a glare. “I didn’t even know you liked girls or cats! Or criminals!”

“Stop! I’ve known for a long time and that’s what matters!” you yelled back at him angrily, feeling the heat on your cheeks at Peter’s question. “Why do you care anyway?”

Peter’s mouth gaped and for a second, he was sure he was going to tell you how he felt about you but he tried to hold it in a little bit; hoping that a fight wouldn’t be the moment. 

Not that he had much willpower to refrain himself.

“I’m not judging you, y/n” his voice a bit softer than before, as if he was trying to release some of the tension that had grown in the room. “What I’m saying is that I’m your best friend and you didn’t trust me enough to tell me?” he mumbled and you could feel the pain in his voice. “That I had to found out because she had her lips all over you at a party?”

You felt a little bit aback by Peter’s statement, even if you didn’t want to admit it Peter was indeed your best friend. Even with the feelings, even with the fights, he had stood by you, and although he had hurt you, he had managed to prove how sorry he was about it. A part of you wished it could hope that his words meant something more than what they probably were meaning but you didn’t want to dream about things that wouldn’t be. 

“Peter, you have a girlfriend” you replied sternly as you walked away from him towards the door. “You are dating Gwen and it’s not your problem if I’m kissing someone else-”

But Peter could feel you slipping away, again, and the sinking feeling in his chest seemed to put more and more pressure with each step that you gave. You were walking away and desperation started to sink its teeth on Peter’s heart, the little willpower he had vanished completely when you were ready to order HAPPY to open the door. 

“I love you, y/n!”

It felt like you were hit by a bolt of lightning, your movements stopped right away and part of you felt like it wasn’t real. You turned around to watch Peter watching you softly with his white t-shirt that framed his body perfectly, a pair of jeans, and some converse. The light coming into the room making him somehow look like a mythical being, the kind of guy in a movie that would end up with the main character at the ending. 

It seemed surreal. 

You had been waiting for Peter to say those words for so long, for so long that you gave him a confused look at first which was accompanied by your heart hammering like crazy on your chest. But the more that you thought about, as the seconds pass, as it began to click on your head, as you remember the pain from last time, the repercussions of his confession, it just irritated you. 

“You, you just don’t” you answered back, sounding a bit more sorrowful than you had wished. 

Peter’s nose wrinkled in annoyance as he walked over to you, to hold you, to look at you in the eyes and repeat it all the times that you wished to hear it. 

“y/n, listen to me” he muttered softly as he cupped your face without warning, trapping you against the wall and his body. “I have loved you since I was fifteen. I’ve loved you through the fights, I’ve loved you through the laughs, I’ve loved you when you left, I’ve loved you through it all” he muttered softly as he leaned more into you. “Please”

The air seemed dense and you began to breathe heavily, tears brimming your eyes as you looked at the boy with freckles that seemed like galaxies on his face and the gold specks on his eyes that had made your heart skip a beat since you had met him.  You felt at home with Peter holding you like that. 

But you pulled away from him.

“Peter, we had sex and a couple of weeks later you are with Gwen. That is not love” you sniffled as you glared at him. 

Peter felt like he couldn’t breathe as he saw your attitude, his tears threatening to fall from his eyes too as he gazed at you confused, he gave a few steps back. 

“You escaped in the morning!” he yelled. “I wasn’t sure and you didn’t talk about it the next day so I assumed you wanted to forget about it.”

You didn’t. 

If there was something you had never wanted to forget was Peter’s lips over you. 

Some weeks had passed since that faithful night between the two of you, where Peter had shown you his scars and you had shown him yours. After that, the irredeemable shift in your relationship had become more than obvious for you, and the feelings, that you believed had been deep down on your heart for a long time, finally were coming up to the surface. 

The semester had brought you so close that honestly, Tony and Harley argued that you two were attached to the hip, that Tony would have to surgically remove you from the other’s side since Peter only followed you like a lost puppy while Tony always found you leaning into Peter every time, he saw you two. The comments only made Peter’s and your feelings stronger, the blush on Peter’s cheeks while you tried to control the beating of your heart when Pepper mentioned that you looked cute together. 

Nonetheless, neither of you had decided to make a serious move but the tension had still grown with time; the lingering touches as you trained, the longing stares you gave to the other while they weren’t looking, how you would automatically shift your positions so you could be held by the other better, the persistent smiles that lightened up your faces when you saw the other, the soft kisses placed in the other cheeks that left the other wondering what they meant. 

So, when that night came around, what happened didn’t come as a surprise. 

It was late at night; you and Peter had just arrived at the Compound from Stark Tower where Peter had been waiting for you to return from Boston. It had been a long day but when you saw Peter waiting for you on your bed at Stark Tower, you felt refresh and happy. You had been working on adding some type of new feature on HAPPY’s program but honestly, the trial run at Stark Tower hadn’t gone very well with some very upset workers of Stark Industries calling that you had made a hole on the floor of their office. 

Therefore, it had been a no brainer to go to the Compound as soon as you had finished some final fixes on the new feature. It was a November night but for some reason, it wasn’t as cold as it had been the last couple of days, a nice breeze hit your face when you had driven Upstate and even more when you got down of the car. The only sounds that were heard when you entered the building, where the ones of the security system. Wanda and Vision were already in Europe for a break before they would arrive at the mission when the other's arrived, Sam and Bucky were already waiting for them at the place of meeting while Steve and Nat were with Fury in Washington to fix the final details on the mission, they would arrive a few weeks later to finally start the mission. And thus, you had the Compound for yourselves. 

In all honesty, it had become one in a million opportunity to do your trial runs outside the gym or the usually designated area, and Peter and you took all the advantage you could have on the empty place, including stealing one of Tony’s wine bottles and taking them to your lab as you fixed the last bugs on the program a little bit tipsily and Peter, well Peter was already a bit too tipsy.  

“Peter, if you don’t stop now, I swear to god” you threaten him as Peter was gazing back up at you as he had his head resting on his forearm while his upper body seemed to be sprawl on the desk in front of you, one of the bottles of wine next to him. 

He had stayed silent for a few minutes, you wondered if it had taken you a moment to realize how close he was gazing back at you, and you couldn’t help but feel your cheeks getting hotter as each second passed. A part of you assumed it was because of the wine but another part of you was deeply hoping it wasn’t. You hadn’t seen his chocolate eyes beam like how they were while he looked at you, there seemed to be a small fire as he looked at you. 

Peter was staring at you in awe and honestly, he was more than happy to do so. He didn’t know if it was the alcohol or the fact that he had been able to stare at you while working as long as he had done it when he fell asleep next to you, he watched you sleep silently, and sometimes he felt how his heart was going to explode in his chest just by looking at how you nuzzle on his chest, how your hair fell in the perfect places, how long your lashes seemed when you close your eyes.

For him, you were perfect. 

“Peter” you repeated, this time removing your gaze completely from your suit while glaring at him. 

“I’m not doing anything bad!” Peter whined as he raised his hands from the table, but his gaze was still locked on you, you simply rolled your eyes.

“You are staring,” you said, fighting a smile to appear on your face while you got back to work, knowing that Peter wouldn’t stop. 

“I can stare” Peter scoffed sarcastically as he took the bottle in his hands and poured more of the white wine that you had left. "You are beautiful"

You felt your breathing stop for a second but you tried to ignore his comment, crediting it to the alcohol. 

“No, you can’t” you replied as you type a code on the hologram of a keyboard that you had in front of you while HAPPY showed you the statistics of the new feature on him. 

“Why?” Peter replied without much prelude, taking one sip from his glass before he returned to the position that you had found him in before. 

You shut your mouth for a bit, your mind trying to figure out what excuse to tell him since you couldn’t say “Oh, I’ve realized that I’ve loved you for a long time and you just staring at me is making me nervous and I might have a heart attack if you keep looking at me like that”

“Because you are making me lose concentration and I’m almost done” you lied with a long sigh while you kept doing your thing, trying to ignore Peter’s gaze piercing you from where he was looking, trying to ignore him was more than difficult. 

But Peter didn’t reply, staring out at the holograms as you sat there, revising everything before you decided it was done, you didn’t notice the silence right away but then it hit you like a train.  

“And done,” you said with a grin plastered on your face as the holograms began to disappear and effectively, only leaving you and Peter with each other. “Now, give me some of that wine or you’re going to drink all the bottle on your own”

Peter quietly passed you the bottle while you poured it on a glass you had close by. Then he decided to sit next to you on a chair that was hanging by while you sip from the glass, enjoying the taste of the white one. And then you knew there had been a shift in the atmosphere, something restless. Suddenly, you grew a bit anxious as you looked back at Peter, who was extremely close to you. 

Not that it wasn’t normal, that Peter was always close to you but you just felt something odd as Peter watched your eyes carefully, there seemed to be fire dancing on his eyes. 

“y/n,” he said softly, breaking the silence and getting closer to you for a second, leaning into you. 

If you didn’t have any restrain at the moment, you would’ve to groan at Peter’s closeness and simply would grasp his face in your hands, pressing his lips against yours. 

But if something was going to happen, you didn’t want to force it. You couldn’t handle to force it; you couldn’t handle to face the fact that maybe Peter didn’t feel the same way as you did or that he would back out if something happened. 

It hadn’t crossed your mind that Peter was burning for you, that he felt the same way and he had been dreaming about kissing you for so long. 

“What?” you whispered as Peter took a strand of your long hair and placed it behind your ears, a beat of silence while he performed his action and you simply tried to restrain yourself from shuddering as Peter crawled up next to you.

“Can I…” he muttered, words tapering off as his gaze went down to your lips for a second. You noticed as his Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat and you didn’t know if it was unconsciously but you also leaned into him. “May I… try something?”

“Yes”

Peter smiled for a second before he cupped your face while you stared up at him silently, your breath hitching from the heat in his gaze. Your eyes were wide as you held your breath in anticipation as Peter leaned down slowly, eyes on you, barely touching his lips to yours. 

“Peter” you barely whimper against his lips, the sensation of his lips ghosting over you felt like it was too much.

And then Peter closed the space between both of you. 

Sometimes you had wondered what it would be like to kiss Peter, truth be told, it had been one thing you had thought about since you had met him. His lips seemed so sweet to yours, they always felt like heaven when they touched your cheek or your hand, your forehead or the side of your head, occasionally a shoulder. 

But having Peter’s lips against yours, as you tasted the wine on his mouth, it felt like Nirvana to you.  Peter kissed you purposefully and with so much love that he felt that years of pinning after you had culminated right there and then. It seemed like all the love he had accumulated for you, all the laughs and smiles, all the conversations, all the tears shed together, all the fights together, all the nights together. 

He felt full having you around, you gave him so much purpose, so much love, that he felt responsible to give it back in just one kiss, he was trying to give you all that you had given to him. 

The kiss became more heated as the seconds pass, you felt Peter’s wandering hands over your body while you pull his caramel curls as you tried to match his energy. Peter stood up and without much thought, thanks to his super-strength, he pulled you up with him. Your body was growing hot with want -with need- and you whimpered softly as Peter’s lips fell to your neck while one of your hands tried to hold onto him for dear life as he continued his assault on your neck, then your collarbone, and then into the valley of your breast as you quickly took off the shirt that you were wearing and left it on the floor. 

Mentally thanking yourself that you had decided to put on a pretty black bralette before you went out that day. 

You felt your body growing hotter and hotter, your knees got weaker and weaker, and you could definitely feel the heat pooling in between your legs as Peter left hot kisses on your neck. You didn’t understand how Peter could have so much power over you, how he could make you lose yourself so easily by the way he was kissing you. 

And then Peter raised from your chest and he gazed back at you slowly. Part of him felt like crying as he looked at you.  You were flush, a little bit disarray just by kissing him, only on your bra and a pair of biker shorts but for him, you looked perfect. He had wanted to do this for so long and he even felt somehow guilty that he had locked away how he felt for you for so long, he regretted that he had wasted so much time that he felt the urge to kiss you again. 

You had never seen Peter like that, he seemed almost feverish with his red cheeks while his wild eyes stared back at you as if he was taking you in. But there it was, the same gleam he had moments before, so bright and so loving that you felt like you could die right then and there just by the way he was looking at you, no one had ever looked at you like that. Peter didn’t let you even think about it for too long, as he pressed his lips against yours one more time. 

You whimpered softly when Peter’s tongue slipped past your lips, tangling with yours as the intensity of the kiss grew and Peter tried backing you up against the table or anywhere really, he didn’t care. You could hear the different tools falling onto the floor, the clinking noises making you smile into the kiss, knowing it had been Peter’s and your excitement that made your lab a mess. 

Peter backed you up against the wall, finally, and you moaned into your mouth as Peter’s hands began to dangerously trace your body, his touch burning you but you didn’t care anymore as you tugged him even closer as your entire body started heating in a way that only Peter could. Before you knew it, you hooked a leg on his waist as your mouths hungrily devour each other, he lifted you without hesitation or struggle, holding your bum with just one hand so you could wrap your legs around him.

And when he ground against you and you moaned in return, it seemed like there was no going back. 

Peter stopped kissing you for a second, still holding you against the wall but with his eyes close while he placed his forehead against yours. Peter knew that if you kept going, there wasn’t going back and it wasn’t going to stop. 

“y/n” he spoke, barely croaked as his chocolate eyes with golden speaks looked back at your y/e/c eyes. “Do you want to this? Are you sure?”

You knew that Peter was a virgin, and you also knew that Peter was aware that you were a virgin as well. So, it meant that if you decided to continue, you would be each other's first. He wanted to be sure that you felt comfortable and happy that it would be him, what he didn't know is that you had been wanting this deeply. 

“Peter”, you whispered back at him, your hand combing Peter’s caramel curls, making his eyes flutter close for a second as you smiled fondly. “I want this, I want to do this with you, please”

It was all it took.

Your lab wasn’t far away from the living space on the Compound, but it felt like it took ages for you and Peter to get there. Peter’s hands weren’t leaving your body and honestly, you didn’t want them to leave your skin, you chased his lips as you tried to walk while kissing, moaning, groaning, and giggling while you tried to reach your room. 

But when you reach it, it didn’t take long for both of you to barely rip your clothes off, so you remain only in your underwear. 

You fell into your bed with a sigh while Peter followed you quickly. Your body was buzzing in anticipation as Peter kissed you everywhere while he settled between your legs. The only sounds in your room were the heavy breathings and moans as your hand gripped the sheets harder when you felt the hot slow kisses on your neck and then he reached your chest again. 

“Can, can I-” Peter stumble in his words but you simply knew what he meant and you quickly took off your bra, letting your chest free. 

Peter felt like he was out of breath as be watched you, breathing heavily on your bed, only on your underwear while looking at him with the same heated gaze he guessed he had, while your chest was splotchy, flushed red, especially all over your neck and collarbone from where he had been kissing you and he just attacked your chest right away. 

The way Peter caressed your body, sucking on your breast, tongue swirling on your nipple while one hand was playing with the other felt like too much for you. You moaned, feeling electricity on your body as you gripped the sheets tighter and tighter.

“Peter”, you moaned, causing Peter to groan in response to his name falling from your lips like that, he dug even deeper his fingers into the flesh. “Yes!”

You raised from where you were a bit as Peter pulled back, you could already see his obvious arousal on his boxers and you felt your core pulsing at the thought of Peter inside of you. And then Peter’s hands travel down your body, he took the band of your thong and before you knew it, he had already torn them off. You gasped with a smile as Peter chuckled and began to kiss you on your belly, his lips traveling where you wanted them the most. 

The way Peter was eating you out, made your legs began to ache as he buried himself into your core. You were sure that you had stopped breathing by the way his tongue swirl on your clit and then inside of you, his thumb occasionally pressing on your clit while you screamed his name. It was such an unbelievable turn on to watch Peter between your legs, trying to coax an orgasm out of you while you closed your eyes, moaning long and high as wave after wave of fire passed violently through your body. 

You barely came, your thighs already shaking as he came back up and pressed a sweet kiss on your lips while you smiled, tasting yourself, already feeling a bit dizzy by Peter’s mouth on your core but before Peter realized, you quickly slide your hand between the both of you and grasp his length in your hand. You hoped he didn’t notice as your eyes widened when you realize how big he was, Peter hissed as he felt how cold your hands were and he couldn’t help but bury his face into his neck as you began to rotate your hands and stroking it, you loved his strangled moans as you licked your palm and stroke him more and more, it was driving him insane but quickly he countered the attack, you felt his hand on your core, stroking your heat with a long moan as he touched you. 

It was far too intimate than anything else you both had experienced, your foreheads pressed together and mouths open as moans and groans escaped your lips as you both worked on the other. 

“y/n” Peter grunted as you mewled loudly when he massaged your clit and began pumping two fingers inside you. “You are so wet”

You whimper at his comment. 

It was frenetic how he pumped his fingers and your hands had to stop taking care of him for a moment as you bucked your hips with his rhythm. 

“Shit” you whispered as he sped up the pace and before you knew it, you turned on him. “I’m on the pill” 

Peter felt a bit surprised as to how you had changed positions so fast while you climbed over him and took a hold of the headboard. Peter quickly took a grip of your hip while you took his length and ran the tip of it along your folds. Peter’s eyes rolled to the back of his skull while you whimpered, smiling a bit at his reaction. But then, you guided him to your opening before sinking on him, trying to go as deep as you could while you both let out loud moans. 

“y/n, you are … fuck” Peter whispered but his words tapered off. 

The feeling of being filled was something you hadn’t ever thought about, it was overtaking you how Peter was feeling inside of you, how you were squeezing him like a vice. Peter had to close his eyes for a moment to concentrate, because of the way you felt around his cock, he was sure that the minute he let go, he was going to come. 

But you gave Peter no warning as you started to move, hands on his chest while you roll your hips forwards, Peter moving your hips to with his hands to match his thrusts. 

“Y/N…”, he grunted. Peter squeezed his eyes shut as his jaw clenched while you leaned down and pressed your forehead against him.

“Peter…”, you muttered as you felt him filling you up. 

It all felt so good, feverish heat, both of you were nearly hyperventilating as your eyes locked while you both moved in synch. The way you were bobbing up and down Peter’s laps as he began to thrusts into you harder, and harder. His hand pulling you by the hips, hard, to meet his moves. You could see Peter’s abs tightened and how his eyes glowed with determination as he got more and more desperate and you did too. 

Before you knew it, Peter pushed you off his lap for a second, you laid on the bed as he hovered over you and began to thrust into you harder and harder while you wrapped your legs around his waist. Already clenching around Peter’s length by the way he was burying himself into you. 

Sex with Peter wasn’t a new idea to you but you had no idea how passionate and how fervent it would’ve been. The reactions that you were getting from Peter made you shuddered, how he was moaning and groaning because of you, the way he had to close his eyes a moment so he could focus on you, but most importantly how when your foreheads fell inevitably together; he looked down at you as if you were a goddess. 

For a slight moment, the desperation and fire and lust were all gone, only love filling both of you up. It felt almost like an out-of-body experience. It was more intense than anything you had experienced before and there was no one else you wanted to experience it with. 

Before you knew it as your eyes once again rolled into the back of your skull and you were screaming in ecstasy as your body spammed because of the orgasm. Peter quickly followed you, it was just too much, your heat and how it was pulling him inside you, clamping around him, he came loudly as a shiver ran through his body.

"y/n!"

"Peter!"

When you came, both of your bodies quivering from your release, your hearts lurched so strongly on your chests that you couldn’t seem to catch a breath. There was something at that moment that had irrevocably changed everything between you two, something that meant to you that you loved each other even more than you had actually believe.

And as you cuddle with Peter after the fact, you realized that it was so much stronger than what you had anticipated. Even more, as Peter lovingly pulled you into him as he normally did when you slept together, his chest flush against your back with an arm wrapped around your waist as he kissed your back softly. 

It was so pure and so intimate. 

And it scared you a bit. 

So, when you heard Peter’s words, telling you that he hadn’t said anything because of your actions, while you glared at him in the same room where it had happened, years later, you couldn’t avoid feeling a pang of guilt. 

You had woke-up earlier the morning after and when Peter woke-up and met you in the kitchen of the Compound where Steve already was for the final details of his mission, so you couldn’t talk about it. But then neither of you brought it up, neither of you talked about it, neither of you acted very differently, neither of you said anything and it seemed as if it was put to rest, hurting both of you.

Peter feeling hurt that you never said anything and you feeling scared that he might regret it. 

A couple of weeks later, Peter was making out with Gwen and you were taking a quinjet to Europe. 

“Well, then you are the most clueless person I’ve met and anyway you are still with Gwen so back off” you growled at Peter, ready to turn around again and exit the room.  “You see me with somebody new, having fun and then you’re hurt?” 

Peter’s mouth gaped as he wrinkled his nose, a bit confused as he remembered that you didn’t know what had happened between him and Gwen, he remembered that you hadn’t even talked about it, it hadn’t even come up in his head that he had broken up with his girlfriend of over a year and that he had been so stupid and didn’t mention it at all. 

“I’m not with Gwen anymore, y/n” he stated seriously. 

Your expression fell from your face as you gazed back at Peter in disbelief and you could feel the tension growing in the air. Your eyes were scanning him as if you were trying to decipher if he was telling you the truth. 

“What do you mean?” you asked, the wobbliness on your voice gave away that you were deeply affected. 

Because it meant that… 

“We broke up before I went looking for you, y/n” Peter explained, looking up to you almost regretfully that he hadn’t told you before. 

Now it all made sense for you. The pit on your stomach that you were feeling because Peter had kissed you while he still had a girlfriend was gone. If Peter had chosen you over her, then it meant that everything that Peter was saying was the truth, it meant that Peter was indeed in love with you and that he had always been.

That you had missed each other’s moments, that you were stupid for letting the other one keep going without them knowing the true nature of your feelings, that both of your hearts rose when the other entered the room, that the lingering looks and touches were something more as you had always wanted them to be, that there had always been something more. 

 And you wanted to vomit because you realized that you had wasted so much time. 

You opened your mouth slightly but then you heard your phone ringing. 

Felicia Hardy, the name appeared on your phone and it almost felt like a reminder that you still needed to feel guilty about what you had done and that there was someone else out there that -you hoped- had the same feelings for you too. 

“I have to pick this up” you whispered as you showed Peter your phone and turned around, already asking HAPPY to open the door for you. 

Peter walked quickly towards you, following you. “We were together yesterday Y/N, you don’t want to talk about that?” Peter called, grasping his hand in one of yours. 

You turned around softly, a part of your mind wanting to say yes so badly as you watched Peter with sorrow, his eyes rimmed red as he watched you. He was crying and you felt like you wanted to nest in his arms forever, to tell him that it was okay but it wasn’t the moment, Peter hadn’t been there but Felicia had. 

“I do but, Felicia has this information, and if I don’t go now then it can change” you breathed, regret drawn on your face as you ordered HAPPY to open the door. 

You left Peter there, and Peter stood for a moment alone in that room as he tried to compose himself. 

Felicia was waiting for you on a rooftop, on her Black Cat outfit and closer to Stark Tower that you both had ever been since she had taken you to Coney Island, but not too close that it could be risky. You landed, hard, the characteristic metal sound of your suit made Felicia smirk. Her suit was hugging her body while her silver hair was glowing around her face and a part of you wished that she didn’t look that good considering you were a little bit mad at her. 

You couldn’t help to go back to Peter’s words about her while you flew there. 

So, when Felicia opened her mouth, with her plump lips, you cut her right off. 

“Did you know?” you asked her with a growl, as the nanobots disappeared from your face. 

Felicia furrowed her eyebrows. “What? Obviously not!” she cried, looking offended by the question. 

“It’s not funny Felicia, you know what they did? They blew a fucking hole in the Compound” you snapped at her; your eyes fiery. “They could’ve hurt Bruce if he wasn’t in his Hulk persona and now my father is suspicious about what we’ve been doing” you couldn’t even hide the frustration on your voice while she walked towards you with determination, almost prowling. 

Felicia glared at you, centimeters away from your face but you saw a glimpse of trepidation in your eyes, but you ignored it as you heard her answer. “I told you that I didn’t know”

You didn’t know if it was because she was so close to you, by the fact that her demeanor always seemed to distract you or the fact that Peter’s words about your relationship with her were ringing in the back of your head. You knew that your frustration and anger weren’t totally about what had happened in the Compound, they were just a part, you were angry because you really trusted her and care about her, your feelings were becoming deeper as the days passed and you didn’t want Peter to be right about her. 

“I need to know if what we have, whether it’s a friendship or something more, it’s real” you stated seriously, eyes locked together. 

But it seemed to only make her even angrier.

“Why are you doubting it now?” she asked bitterly while giving a step back from you.  “Is it because of Spiderboy? I know that something happened between you two yesterday. I’m not dumb” she answered back. 

You felt your heart sinking on your chest, it felt as if someone had slapped you but you retain your cool, even getting annoyed at her statement, even more after what she had said about her hookups. 

“Felicia, don’t” you warned her while you looked away from her, into the city. 

“Yes, y/n. I’m bringing it up” Felicia snapped, crossing her arms as her black suit seemed to shimmer even more while she turned around.  The way you were using your actual names let you know that you were, for the first time, really fighting. 

And you became livid. Livid because with what face could she be telling you something about kissing someone else? Your jaw became slightly unhinged and a sharp glint in your eyes let Felicia know that you were, for the first time since you met, extremely mad at her. 

“It isn’t like you care about it!” you spat cruelly, as you got a bit closer to her. 

“I do!” she sneered, glaring up at you as she walked towards you. 

You didn’t know if you had said what you said to her because it felt like what you had experienced with Peter all along. Peter hadn’t done anything about his feelings, except for that night, and even after that nothing happened. You didn’t know if it was because you felt weak that you hadn’t brought it up or mad that Peter hadn’t been brave enough to bring it up either. 

You were so done with staying silent with your feelings and you hated that you felt like this was the same as before.

“Then show me!” you yelled at Felicia with closed eyes, as if you were trying to restrain the tears that might’ve escape because of the memories flowing again. 

And that was all it took for Felicia to crash your lips against yours, tongues tangling, battling for dominance as you grasped each other, gripped each other as if Felicia and you were trying to express with your hands how much you cared about the other. 

It was frantic, it was intense. You were caressing each other as if you apologizing with your lips, apologizing with your hands by what had happened. As if you were reaffirming to each other that you did care, that there was something between you, and that you weren’t playing. 

It left you gasping for air while Felicia whimpered on your lips by the sheer force of the kiss. Your heart was pounding wildly on your chest as you pulled back with a smile, foreheads together. 

“I’m sorry” you muttered as your hands fell to her hips while she had hers on your shoulders. “I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable or trapping you in something you are not ready for”

She smirked, licking her lips while she gave a step back. “It’s okay Stark, glad to know that you do care and a lot more” her voice dripping sugar while she smirked. 

You rolled your eyes, embarrassed by her statement. “So, can I trust you?” 

Felicia stayed silent for a few seconds and you could tell there was a slight glint of unease on her eyes but before she could say anything, her watch began to beep, she removed the end of her glove to see who was calling.  

“It’s Kingpin”

You held your breath at the mention of his name. You remember how Kingpin had been looking at you while you flew away from the club, the vibrations of his steps when you had seen him on the warehouse, the choleric expression on both occasions. How threatening he was and how dangerous his eyes looked. 

And it scared you. 

“I need to go” Felicia stated solemnly as she began to walk away from you. 

You weren’t sure if it was because of the kiss you just had, or because of the memories of Kingpin but you ran to her, grasping her hand on yours. 

“Hey” you whispered and Felicia turned around a bit surprised. “Just be careful?”

She smirked at how you repeated her words. 

“Sure, Stark,” she said sweetly.

Before you knew it, she quickly pecked you on the lips but you restrained her a bit, thanking mentally that you still you had your suit on. She kissed you deeply and fervently, it was softer than before and as if something had changed. 

Her lips tasted like cotton candy, and you whimpered as your mouths danced together. 

But then she pulled back, she gave you another quick peck and then disappeared in the night.

You were fairly close to Stark Tower but you weren’t sure if you even wanted to go there anymore, part of you wondering if you should crash MJ’s since you had been texting but you knew that you had to face both Peter and Tony, rather soon than later. 

When you arrived at Stark Tower, landing on the terrace of the penthouse, the suit quickly dematerialized as you entered the living room to hear a conversation happening in the kitchen. You enter the kitchen to see Pepper, Tony, Morgan, Harley, and Peter just sitting down to have dinner. Tony finishing the last touches on the salad before they all look up to you. 

You didn’t say anything, simply muttering a hey as you took your place next to Harley and Pepper, and in front of Tony, who was just sitting down, Peter was a bit slumped on his chair while he looked at you, in an almost apprehensive way. 

“What are you doing here?” you asked him without much prelude while you began to serve yourself the food and thanking Pepper as she passed you a bit of salad, Peter rolled his eyes. 

“Peter always comes for dinner,” Pepper said with a smile while she served Morgan her plate, obviously trying to turn down the tension in the room. “Your dad always invites him”

“Not since I returned,” you said with a shrug as you flashed your eyes to Peter, who looked away right away. 

Peter was still upset with you and it was more than obvious. He was frowning and he felt hurt, and he felt that he didn’t have to hide it really, it wasn’t a secret. Tony had found him in your room, he was still tearful at what had just happened. He felt so stupid that he didn’t tell you anything before and he felt his heart twisting on his chest as his mind repeated, over and over again, the image of you leaving years ago and now. So, Tony being the good surrogate father that he was, invited Peter to cheer him up a bit. 

Not that it was really working. 

“Oh, that’s because he was scared shitless about you and your tantrums” Harley answered with a bright smile, salad dripping from his chin as he wiggled his eyebrows. 

You quickly took a cherry tomato from your plate and threw him on the face, he tried to block it but it hit him right in the eye, you truly did have a great aim. Harley’s groans made Morgan giggled as she clapped at the scene and you smiled at your little sister, winking your eye. 

“Hey, hey kids,” Pepper said as if to calm things down as she took another bite of her plate while shaking her head at your manners. 

And then, Tony finally spoke. 

“Peter was upset, so I decided to invite him,” he said nonchalantly as he sipped a bit of wine that he had served for him and Peter. 

You looked up to him, your heart was hammering on your chest, you could feel yourself starting to sweat and you felt the familiar knot on your throat. But if there was a time to talk about it, it was now. You were silent for a moment, sucking on your fork for a moment before putting it down and clearing your throat. Tony got the cue right away and his gazed lock on yours. 

You rolled your eyes at the feeling of finally having to say it out loud. “It’s okay dad, we can talk about it”

Tony nodded, a slight smile tugging on the corners of his lips. He was pleased that you had agreed to talk to him about your sexuality, and at the dinner table nonetheless. 

“Look, I’m glad that you are seeing someone but I’m afraid that you didn’t tell me about it” Tony’s statement landed on silence and it surprised you a bit. You knew that he was open about it, but you figured he would be a little bit more shocked about the fact that you were seeing a girl than about the fact that you didn’t tell him. Strangely it made your heart warm. “You don’t trust me?”

You blinked. “I thought it was common knowledge”, you said with a shrugged as you sunk in your chair a bit. 

“For me and Harley” Pepper intervened, your head snapped at her statement as she pointed to Harley and herself with her fork. “It seems like these two were clueless,” she said calmly as she pointed at Peter and Tony

“I wasn’t clueless!” Peter protested from his seat as Pepper rolled his eyes with a smile.  He was clueless. 

“Oh, come on Spiderling” Harley stated as glanced at Peter with a smirk. “Your jaw almost dropped to the floor when Felicia was kiss-OUCH!” you pinched Harley in the arm so hard that you were sure that he was going to bruise, and soon. 

You glared at him but it was too late, Pepper and Tony were already glancing at each other, moving their eyebrows as you felt your ears and cheeks heat up at their interaction, clearly amused. 

“So, that’s a pretty name” Pepper addressed with a smile proudly while Tony nodded, while Peter grumbled under his breath but no one listened, except for you. 

“You can invite her to the gala, it’s in a couple of weeks” Tony offered with a smile as he took another bite of his plate, he was trying to be very cool about it but he was definitely freaking out about it. 

Because other than Peter, you had never truly had something more than a friendship. 

“Yeah, we’ll see. It’s very casual” you said with shrug, as you fill up your mouth quickly so you couldn’t answer more questions. 

Tony and Pepper's eyes linked as they nodded surprised but with a smile. “oH” they said at the same time, causing Morgan and Harley to giggle. 

Peter huffed, this time loudly and you shot him an annoyed glared. Peter was upset, it was obvious and you couldn’t avoid feeling mortified that you had caused him to feel that way. A dark, dark part of you remember how the day that Peter had kissed Gwen, you had wished him to feel the same as you were feeling. You knew it was an intrusive thought and that you had regretted it, right away but it pained you that something you had wished for in a moment of fury, to no other than your best friend, was happening. 

“Why it’s Spiderling here so annoyed?” Tony stated as he glanced at Peter and shook his head. “You had been in a mood all day”

“He’s jealous,” Harley said uninterestedly while he took another bite, Peter quickly raised his head from the plate as he shot an annoyed look at Harley. “Doesn’t like y/n’s girl” which caused you to snap your head towards Harley with a glare. 

Not that he really cared about Peter or your glare. 

“Don’t you have a girlfriend?” Tony asked with furrowed eyebrows, genuinely confused. 

“He broke up with her” Harley stated which made Tony suddenly watch Harley with mouth gaped, then you, and then at Peter. 

Clearly, trying to get the gist of what was going on between the two of you. 

Instead of Peter answering, he took a cherry tomato off his plate and threw it at Harley across the table, and although he tried to dodge it, it hit him right on the nose. It only caused Morgan to giggle again, Harley to groan as he took a hold of his nose, and Pepper to roll her eyes. 

“Well, I’m very glad that you felt that you didn’t have to hide who you are,” Tony said with a smile, trying to leave whatever was going on with Peter behind. “We are very happy if you are happy”

“Exactly” Pepper assured you as she took a hold of your hand and squeezed it. 

And at that moment you felt genuine happiness. 

“Thanks, dad and Pepper” you answered, trying to hold back your tears. 

“Hey, I supported it” Harley whined next to you as he nudged you in the arm and you simply smiled back at him. 

But then, your gaze fell to where Peter was sitting. He was quiet, shoving his hands in his pockets and clearly avoiding your gaze, but he could feel it burning him and so, he looked back. You watched his entire body lock up when your gazes link and honestly, it took Peter a split second to compose himself because you were looking so beautiful and so happy that it made his heart barely burst on his chest; it still hurt but you were happy. 

And that was all that mattered to him. 

“Just know that I love who you are, nothing else matters” Peter stated firmly with a half-smile and you felt like you could breathe again. 

“To y/n’s coming out dinner” Tony offered right away as he raised his glass, causing you to groan and cover your face with your hands in embarrassment at Tony’s statement while Harley laughed with him. 

 You rolled your eyes as the laughs quieted down and you shook your head at your dad who was smiling at you sweetly. You look back at your plate and began to play with your fork for a second, smile still plastered on your face. 

“I have to give thanks to you dad, you showed me the ropes especially with that crush you had on Stephen Strange,” you said nonchalantly and you didn’t need to raise your head to know that Tony was shook at your statement. 

Soon, the whole room erupted in laughter, especially from Harley and Pepper, Peter and Morgan accompanied them with small giggles. You laughed as you look at your dad getting red as time pass and shaking his head at your comment, playfully throwing a cherry tomato to your face, which bounced on your forehead but didn’t stop your laughter. 

“It was so obvious,” Pepper said, after a while as she tried to calm herself and she raised her glass of wine, giggling. 

You smiled as you look at the people who you considered your core family. The people that had shaped you drastically, they were the nuclear bunch. And you couldn’t help but feel elated that they were there, accepting you, happy that you were happy and Peter who simply said those words, it seemed like your life was perfect at that moment. 

But your mind wondered back at Felicia, hoping that she was okay.

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I’m sorry that I’m off schedule with this chapter but that internship started strong and soom i’m going to be starting my last year at law school. I’ll try to do my best to update weekly with a few days moving, maybe. Anyway, so we have SMUT in this chapter, it was a little bit hard to right but please tell me if you thought it was okay?? i know it’s not the smut that a lot of people wanted but that might come soon enough. O and also the fight, i think that this was the culmination of a really big burden for Peter and y/n to hide their feelings, especially y/n like I loved writing that scene with Felicia. I’m happy about this chapter and that’s why I put so much time into it, and sorry if the last part isn’t as detail as the rest, it was hard to write and i just really wanted to post it but like tony <3 and <3 pepper<3 are so cute as accepting parents. as they should. Hope you like it really and you are excited to see what’s going to happen. I’m really excited to see your comments and what you thought because your comments make my day and i’m really happy that you have enjoy this.

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Don’t Feed The Flames - Bucky Barnes x (f)reader, Natasha x platonic (f) reader

Summary: Bucky has made you angry after a tough mission with the crew, why you ask? Apparently he thinks it’s totally fine to run inside a burning building to help you complete the mission in question. 

Warning: bit of angst, mostly a good time with the team, Bucky fluff shoved in ur welcome

-reader has fire powers btw, I don’t wanna confuse anyone lol

Masterlist

The mission was difficult to say the least, successful in its own right, but tough for everyone involved. All the Avengers were needed for this clusterfuck of a mission, minus Bruce and Thor who are elsewhere in the universe, lucky them.

All the team needed to do was infiltrated one of the last highly armed Hydra bases left in existence, get rid of the artillery and boom, slither right on in. Objective? Snatch valuable intel as to where the other bases are hiding, and surprise surprise, you and Wanda had to take care of some very pissed off experimentees who were unfortunately brainwashed beyond the point of helping them recover.

Ending the night in everyone quickly evacuating the premise with the essentials while you stayed back to blow up the base to nothing more then bricks and ash. Although during this, Bucky stayed back to shoot some freelancers who tried to take you the fuck out, with what would you know it; flame throwers.

Apparently Hydra is greatly lacking in weapons and functioning brain cells, among other things. Granted, you understood Bucky’s concern for your well-being when he ran into the fire. But oh dear lord were you not happy with him one goddamn bit.

Luckily Sam was able to pluck him out before anything fell on your idiot boyfriend while you were producing mass destruction in the giant airplane storage area. In the aftermath, you came out unharmed but covered in smudge marks and burnt off cloves yet again.

Bucky? Well he came away with a pissed off girlfriend and his life to say the least. And let’s just say the long four hour ride back was a tad bit awkward, even if you were too damn exhausted to show your irritation with Bucky. The team sure as hell knew he wasn’t going to be spared of your wrath when the jet landed.

It took approximately ten seconds for your man to shuffle out of your line of sight, using Steve as a shield to hide behind while they walked out. You had been distracted when Natasha asked for something picked up, then suddenly your mind was on Bucky. A moment later you stomped out of the Quinjet in pursuit of the one and only James Buchanan Barnes as he awaited your fury.

“James!” You growl fiercely, “You are the most fucking reckless person I’ve ever fucking met and I’m literally friends with Tony!” You snap while the rest of your teammates go about their business, trying to listen yet smartly staying out of everything.

“I know.” Mutters Bucky like a kicked puppy suffering his mother’s wrath, blue eyes looking at you with regret clearly visible on his handsome face.

“You know! You know!? Then why the fuck would you just run into the flames like that!” You shout while throwing your arms into the air in frustration, “You’re not fire proof Bucky!”

“Y/N...”

“Do you have a goddamn death wish!?” You interrupt, giving him a dumbfounded look as he glances from Steve to the floor then back to you again, trying to find something or someone with enough pity to help him. 

He finds none, “Well....no.” Your brows raise yet again at his short and annoyingly blunt answers to make up for his stupidly daring boldness. 

“Then why-ugh, whatever never mind.” You dismiss with a wave of your hand before quickly turning on your heels to walk for the metal doors into the main part of the facility, while the others keep their distance from your heated state.

“Wait Y/N, come back I’m sorry!” Exclaims Bucky desperately while you continue to ignore your reckless man, “You’re right I shouldn’t have....ugh...come on babe....shit...” Mutters Bucky as he watches you leave him in such a heated state.

“Dude just let her cool off, oh uh well....no pun intended.” Jokes Sam with a shrug as Bucky watches you stomp away in frustration, your body almost sizzling with actual flame.

“I didn’t mean to....well...ugh, shit I guess I kind of did.” Admits Bucky with a sigh, rubbing the back of his neck as you slam the door shut with a loud thud, “Sometimes I forget fire can’t hurt her. I should have just let her handle the burning building herself instead of going inside when she uh, told me not to.”

Steve walks out of the Quinjet with a bag in hand to greet the two, “Y/N seemed a bit...”

“Pissed off.” Adds Sam with a light chuckle as Bucky frowns at the giant glass window.

“Yeah.” Mutters Steve awkwardly as he side eyes Bucky, “Well ugh, see you guys at dinner, I think Wanda and Vision are getting takeout from somewhere.”

“See ya Steve.”

“Bye.”

Sam and Bucky watch as Steve heads for the metal doors, soon he’s gone and the two are the only Avengers left in the giant parking garage of sorts.

“She’s going to hate me for the rest of the day I know it.” Sadly mutters Bucky, already missing your beautiful face no matter what state your in.

“I wouldn’t say it’s hate.”

“She’s going to be very disappointed in me then.”

“Yeah probably.”

Bucky gives him an offended look, “You’re supposed to say something uplifting or positive.”

“Man don’t look at me for relationship advice. This is Y/N we’re talking about, just give her a couple hours she’ll simmer down.” Inquirers Sam with a friendly pat on the back before he starts walking away for the door, as casually and unbothered as ever.

Bucky keeps silent for a moment while his mind swims with what to do next, suddenly he looks up at his retreating friend, “Hey Sam!” Shouts Bucky just as Sam opens up the door, causing him to stop and give his friend a quizzical look.

“What?!”

“Fuck you!”

Sam immediately snorts, “You brought this upon yourself brother!” And with that he shuts the door leaving Bucky alone and full of regret for putting himself in danger today when you specifically told him you could handle yourself.

Why is caring for someone so hard, wonders Bucky.

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After taking a greatly needed shower and putting on a fresh new pair of comfortable clothing for the evening, you slipped past your friends rooms and away from where Bucky may be hiding.

Until at last you made it to Natasha’s door without being caught by anyone in the hallway and stopped for a needless conversation. Soon enough you slip into Nat’s room and saunter around for a bit as you wait for her to end her shower.

“Oh shit!” Gasps Natasha as soon as she opens the door and notices you poking around her stuff, “Jesus Y/N how’d you get in here!?”

“I opened the door.”

“I thought I locked it?”

“You did.”

Natasha gives you a puzzled look as you wander over to her nightstand, nonchalantly minding your business while picking up her current novel as she watches you curiously, “So uh, how’s it going?” She asks cautiously, well aware of your irritation with Bucky earlier that day.

Flipping through the pages you answer her honestly, “I’m fine now.”

Natasha nods before turning around to search through her drawers for an outfit, “I figured that much, considering if you were still pissed you’d be throwing fireballs into the cement wall downstairs.” She quips with her usual smirk as you gently close the book and set it back in its rightful place.

“That is.....true.” You agree with a shrug, “I’m just sending a message at this point.”

“Oh really?” Laughs Natasha while slipping on a shirt, “Poor Bucky then.”

“Yeah well he was being an idiot tough guy so....it’s what I’m doing.” You add with a lopsided smug grin, “Serves him right for being reckless with no regard for his physical safety. I love him but at what cost?”

“Someone needs to tell Steve that.” Mutters Natasha as she pulls on some sweatpants.

You chuckle, “What? That someone needs to tell Steve they love him? Not a bad idea.”

“That too.” Points Natasha, “I seriously don’t know how he’s not dead yet.”

Your brows furrow in thought for a moment, “He’s built like a stone sentinel with a will greater then many, he fears nothing.” You deadpan, face stoic and serious.

“Just about.” Laughs Natasha as you begin to cackle right along with her, in the middle of your laughing fit does the door suddenly burst open to reveal...

“Hello ladies.” Chirps Tony with an award winning smile, usual old T-shirt on and hair a bit of a mess though somehow managing to keep his Stark charm.

“I really need to get an automatic lock on that thing.” Mutters Nat to no one in particular.

“What’s up Stark.” You add with an acknowledging tilt of your head, “You here to bother us or tell us something interesting?”

“Everything I say is interesting my dear sparky.” Quips Tony with a brow wiggle.

“Don’t call me that.”

“Right, anyways. Foods here.” Chides Tony as he sets a hand on his hip, “Unless you’re both too cool for movie night. More for us then, I’ll have Vision drop off our half eaten tacos.”

“We have tacos?” You ask with an intrigued raise of your brow, just wanting to confirm and make sure he’s not bluffing, you fucking love taco night.

“Yep.”

“How long have they been here?”

“Wanda and Vis just arrived so you’re the first two I found.” Oh, fuck yeah!

Turning your head to a smirking Natasha you smile back before bolting for the door, “Move Stark!” You snap before shoving him to the side and cackling as you and Natasha book it down the hall with Tony trying to keep up in the background. What can you say, Natasha always makes it a competition and its taco night. Sometimes you gotta play dirty.

Soon you and your assassin best friend who you tripped up before reaching the door finally skid into the Avengers giant lounging area. The room is relatively empty with the exception of Wanda and Vision who are seated at the large metal table near the kitchen where all the various paper bags of tacos are seated. And ripe for the taking.

Smelling absolutely delicious all tucked snug in their wrapping and filled with the most divine ingredients, you could just about die of happiness. With a beaming smile upon your face and the surprised expressions from your two friends you belt out loudly, “Tacos FUCK YEAH!” Before racing for the bags and getting tripped by Natasha.

Whipping your head up to watch her snatch a bag you growl half angrily, “You bitch.” While she happily smiles back down at you, taco in hand.

“What are you doing on the floor? Foods here.” She jokes as you quickly walk over to the counter with all the bags.

“Ha ha, you’re hilarious now give me that.”

After about ten minutes of eating and shooting the breeze with Natasha, Wanda, Vision, and Tony; you’re ears immediately catch the sounds of thundered running down the hallway and other muffled curses from two familiar individuals.

“Fun’s arrived.” Whispers Natasha with a friendly nudge to your arm as it lays on the flat surface of the table while you absentmindedly crumple up a wrapper.

Biting your lip you anticipate the impending commotion, “Fantastic.” And this whole evening could be more enjoyable if your hundred year old boyfriend would have used some common sense.

A second later the door swings open to reveal a panting Sam before Bucky slides in after him, equally as flustered, those two idiots. As they stand there collecting their breaths, Steve casually steps into the room, walking past them and over to the bags of tacos, “Aw sweet, taco night.” He confirms excitedly, hungrily eyeing up a particular bag.

Rolling your eyes, you slouch carelessly into your expensive swivel chair before turning to Wanda who’s seated across from you, “Hey, Red Riding Hood, you’re up.” She turns her attention away from Vision and nods before giving you a sly smirk and using her power to send a balled up piece of taco wrapping straight for your head.

In one calculably swift motion do you incinerate the paper material before its able to reach your face, “Y/N you’re going to set the fire detectors off.” Laughs Tony as he crumbles up a new ball.

“Eh, we could afford a renovation.”

Tony fake scoffs, “Rude.”

“Well Y/N, I thought you did great.” Applauds Wanda with a chuckle as the three other men walk around to the far end where no one is seated, “Alright Tony you next.”

You refrain from making any eye contact with Bucky who steals a few longing glances at your smiling face, instead he follows Sam and Steve to the opposite end and watches as you quickly turn another balled up paper to ash. The sounds of your laughter and the rest of the tables almost enough to drive him insane.

Yet he refrains, Bucky knows he’s essentially in time out, reason for almost getting himself killed today; and you’re not breaking anytime soon, or so he thinks.

Ignoring the three boys hungrily attacking their poor tacos away from the main groups theatrics, Vision suddenly gains your attention, “Well I suppose I should participate with this game or fear feeling left out....uh, what is the objective? Or perhaps the name?”

“They throw wrappers at me and I set them on fire before it hits myself or the ground.” You reply while crumbling up another piece, leaving Vision to process the possible deeper meaning to your brief explanation, though there really isn’t one. It’s just for fun.

“By the way I’ve been able to get her exactly once.” Brags Tony with a shit eating grin, causing you to scoff at that memory. 

“Oh fuck all the way off you flicked water into my face and then threw the paper.”

“And it was very much worth it.” He confirms as you roll your eyes at his cheating from last taco night.

The rest of your friends fill the room with snickers and some louder laughter coming from Sam down at the far end, with a raised brow you snap your head in that direction and stand, “Something funny bird boy?” You quip in a half threatening manner.

Sam’s smirk immediately drops from his face as his expression appears nonchalant, “What nooo. That was Steve.” He mutters before taking another bite out of his taco.

“Y/N that was definitely not me.”

“Uh huh.”

“Maybe it was Bucky.” Jokes Sam as you shift your fiery attention over to a fearful Bucky who quickly shakes his head before smacking Sam on the arm.

“No.” You confirm with a knowing smirk, “He doesn’t have a death wish.”

“Well neither do I please have mercy.” Pleads Sam with hands raised in defeat, “I would like to finish my taco.”

You stare down at them for a brief tension filled moment before casually shrugging, “Yeah alright.” Before sitting back down again.

——

Opening up the trash can you quickly shove down three giant paper bags from dinner with a bit of effort considering how full it is. Natasha and Vision are cleaning up in various areas nearby while Sam, Bucky, Natasha, Steve, and Tony sit in the lounging area discussing if it was necessary that Dobby was killed off in the Deathly Hallows. You know, normal things you discuss with your superpowered friends.

Well Bucky is mostly just listening and stealing glances over to you every couple of minutes, really wishing you would just walk over to him and let him show you how sorry he was with the biggest hug he could possibly muster. Probably never letting you go again, though you wouldn’t mind.

Ignoring your own longing to be cuddled up next to Bucky, you instead fight with the damn trash can to fucking shut its dumb lid already. With one hand forcefully shoving down bags, paper plates, and banana peels you start to think if volunteering for clean up was even worth it.

A blue flame suddenly erupts from your palm and makes a big black hole through the paper bags and plates, your eyes go wide in surprise as you immediately retract your hand from the trash and shut the lid just as quickly.

Taking a single step back you let out a breath before turning your head to find Bucky watching your whole ordeal go down with a drink in hand, guess he must have gotten up to get some juice and stayed for your one on one brawl with the trash can. Rolling your eyes, you wave it off, “Completely under control.” You mutter as he slowly nods.

Well this is awkward.

Shifting your gaze from Bucky to your friends and back to Bucky again, he finally speaks, “Is that why the lid has smoke coming from under it?”

“What?” You wonder in puzzlement before looking back down at the trash can to find smoke indeed rising, “Oh fuck!” Ripping the lid off you’re kindly greeted with a burst of flame and smoke. Well, shit.

“Uh, Y/N?” Asks Bucky with an uncertain chuckle, “You’re positive everything is under control?” Quips your smartass boyfriend.

With more flames rising to an almost alarming level, though not quit yet, you glance at your oblivious friends before racing for the sink, “Yes! Everything is fucking fine!” Wanda skips to the side as you snatch a cup of something from the counter by the sink.

Running back you skid in your tracks and dump the clear liquid onto the flames which causes them to rise even higher and gain the attentions of everyone sitting down and relaxing, “Why is my trash can on fire?” Asks Tony as casually as ever.

“I don’t know maybe it looks better this way?!” You sass before giving the glass a double take, “The hell? What the fuck was in this!” You shout, holding up the glass while fire burns in the trash from behind you.

“Oh that had some Quinjet fuel in it, why do you ask?” Replies Tony, he’s gotta be fucking with you.

Squinting at him in bewilderment, you shake the empty glass in frustration, “Why the fuck would there be a random glass of fuel sitting in a clear unlabeled glass on the fucking sink of all places!”

“What did you think it was?”

“Oh I don’t know!? Water?!” You snap causing the fire to roar even higher at your outburst.

Looking almost like a demon princess standing there with flames rising from behind you, your fists ball up with blue flame, something that you don’t even realize is happening as you give Tony a (what the fuck are you actually stupid) face.

Sensing your obvious irritation and rising anger, Bucky comes to the rescue with a whole bowl full of actual water and promptly dumbs it onto the flames which causes the unless materials to sizzle and whine. Soon the oranges and reds are gone, leaving the contents turned to ash and nothing more then wet soot.

Distinguishing your own flames, you hang your head low, revealing a tired heavy sigh as you mumble, “Shit.” Suddenly you feel admittedly quit drained and annoyed from the events of the day, even if they weren’t all bad.

Your friends keep silent for a moment before Steve quickly stands, “Movie night anyone?” Gaining the attention of everyone in an instant; you bless the blonde for his intuitive ways of helping you out in the smallest of moments. He truly is a great friend.

“Yeah I could watch something.” Adds Sam with a shrug, “I’m thinking Deathly Hallows Part 2.”

“Yeah it’s pretty good I’ll join.”

“Me too.”

“Yeah I’m in.”

Everyone get up and begins walking for the door as you stay standing in your spot near the wet and ash covered metal trash can, everyone exiting for the home theater except for Bucky who’s back is to you while he tells Sam you’ll be there in a minute.

Folding your arms, you suddenly feel like it’s the first time you and Bucky have ever talked one on one with each other, you’re typically a pretty damn confident and fiery person to begin with, it’s just. Being mad at your favorite human in the whole entire world and then embarrassing yourself with accidentally setting the trash can on fire can take its toll.

Also not to mention the mission many hours ago was admittedly hectic and stress inducing and then, Bucky....perhaps a moment to calm down would have been smart if taken earlier. God your life moves to damn fast.

“You are so intense sometimes.”

Breaking out of your self reflective trance, your eyes quickly dart up to see Bucky who’s giving you a soft smile, “If you wanted my attention you could have just asked.”

“Very funny.” You scoff, “I was actually too busy being mad at you.”

“Ah, right.” Nods Bucky as he mirrors your defensive positioning, deciding to cross his arms and make a pouty face like yourself, “So I guess we’ll just stay here and brood then?”

“I’m trying to make a point.” You mutter, you’re not gonna crack, you’re not gonna do it.

“I’m trying to get my girlfriend to watch a movie with me.” Admits Bucky with an affectionate head tilt as you frown, “I know they’re not going to wait for us so....uh....okay let me start over.....I’m sorry for being reckless and almost dying. And I mean it too, with all of my heart. I love you Y/N.”

Although you’d like to throw his dumb reckless ass some sass and strut away leaving him guessing and begging for more, you just can’t find it in you at this point. He looks at you with those big beautiful blue eyes full of love and adoration for you and only you, how could you possibly resist them?

You know with every ounce of your soul that he means every single word, and you also know that he’s missed you since the second you yelled at him and slammed the facility door, leaving him alone and regretting his past decisions that could have potentially ended him then and there.

“Sometimes James, sometimes.” You mutter, shaking your head in disapproval before a small smirk pulls at your lips and in that moment he knows you’re his, “Come here.”

Heeding to your wonderful command that he’s been waiting to hear all day, he swiftly makes the short distance to gather your smaller body into a giant Bucky bear hug, his strong arms wrap protectively around your back as his head falls into the side of your neck as he quickly steals a small kiss.

You pull him in even tighter and fully enjoy the sensation of himself flush against you, metal arm squeezing your rip cage and long dark hair that falls into your eyes; god you love him so much.

Giving you one last little squeeze of affection, Bucky slowly pulls away and presses his head against yours, “I gotta be honest, I have no idea what this movie is about.” Reveals Bucky as he continues to holds you close.

Chuckling you press a kiss to his lips, “I’ll tell you what’s happening. Let’s go before we miss anything else.”

Nodding, he tilts your head up to press a sweet kiss to your lips one last time before letting you go, so that the two of you can begin walking for the door. Opening up the metal and glass door for you like the gentleman that he is, Bucky quickly jogs over to your side.

“So Sam told me these guys are wizards or something? Like they can teleport and fly I think?” States Bucky in question while walking in step with you.

Looking over at him you smile at how cute he’s being right now, giving him an agreeable nod, “Yeah they can do cool stuff like change form and set things on fire.”

Bucky suddenly starts laughing much to your confusion, “Y/N does that make you a wizard?”

Shoving him to the side you snort as he keeps laughing, “Shut up.” You mutter humorously as he stumbles from your friendly push.

Making quick steps to catch up with you, Bucky pulls you into his side, “Forgive me I didn’t mean it...” Snickers your adorable idiot, “I bet you’d be the best wizard, pointy hat and all.”

Shaking your head you can’t help the smirk that tugs against your better wishes, “I’m gonna set you on fire.” You jokingly threaten him with as he affectionately squeezes your side, causing you to be pressed even closer against him.

“Wizard.” Muses Bucky as he plants a kiss to your cheek as you try and push him away.

“Bucky, shut the fuck up.”

“But, I love you.”

#bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x reader #Bucky Barnes #the winter soldier x reader #the winter soldier x y/n #marvel imagine #marvel x reader #marvel x you #fanfic

[avengerscompound]

Adaption

Adaption:  A Pepper Potts Fanfic

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Character Pairing:  Pepper Potts x F!Reader Square: @ladiesofmarvelbingo​ - W3, A picture of Pepper with Extremis like the gif in the header

Word Count:  1792

Rating: E

Warnings:  Superpowered reader, AU where Pepper keeps Extremis and is not with Tony at all, smut (F|F, shower sex, vaginal fingering)

Synopsis:  You were called into the Avengers to help Pepper adapt to her new powers because your powers were the opposite of hers.  Opposites do attract, at least in your case, but you’re not sure if that is too many changes to adapt to.

Adaption

Pepper had never really gotten used to her powers.  Not that she couldn’t control them.  Not even that she didn’t like them.  She just kept being surprised by them.  She’d look at Steve Rogers and how he had just adapted to having super strength.  He knew exactly how much force to exert to give a hug without breaking anyone’s bones.  She’d sometimes go to put up a pan and nearly throw it clear over her shoulder because she just expected it to be heavier than it was.

She kept finding new powers too.  Like when she went for a jog and ended up running faster than any of the traffic on the road, leaving you to just jog after her in the hopes she’d stop to let you catch up.  Or that time she was training with you and stingers unsheathed from her fingers.

Watching her get the hang of them was amusing and exhilarating.  She was so used to using her wits to metaphorically kick people’s asses.  Now she was using her newly obtained brawn to literally kick people’s asses and she was kind of loving it while simultaneously being a little overwhelmed by it.

It was strange because on one hand she could kill you with that flick of a wrist, and on the other hand she was adorable.

 You were sparring with her now and already considering using your powers to counter hers.  She was glowing red and her eyes were starting to darken away from their usual blue.  It was a sign she was getting a little too into it, and she might go a little too far and someone, probably you, was going to get hurt.

You ducked under her fist and rolled forward, kicking her in the side.  She opened her mouth and for one moment you thought she was going to yell at you.  Instead, a blast of flames poured from her mouth like a flame thrower.

You reacted instinctively holding your hands up and your powers kicking in.  A torrent of water erupted from your palms dousing Pepper who had already stopped shocked, covering her mouth with her hands.  When you lowered your hands again she stood in front of you looking like a drowned rat that was shocked to find itself out of the water.

“So you breathe fire now?”  You said, getting to your feet.  “Cool. Cool, cool, cool, cool, cool.”

“What was that?”  Pepper yelped.  “That was worse than the fingernail stingers.”

“I guess we need to put that down on the list.”  You said.  “FRIDAY, can you let Captain Rogers know there’s fire breathing now?”

“Of course, miss.”  She replied.

You shook your head and looked Pepper up and down.  She looked miserable and she was shivering slightly.  “Come on you. You don’t want to get sick.”

“Can’t get sick now,” she said, though she followed after you.  “I’m a monster.”

“Hey, you.”  You said poking her side.  “You wouldn’t call me a monster.  Don’t do it about yourself.  You’re better than that.”

She seemed to shake herself.  “Right.  You’re right.  I’m better than that.”  She said as she followed you into the locker room.  “It’s strange, I get these powers and somehow I feel less powerful.  I always knew exactly who I was and exactly what I wanted and I went out and got it.  I never doubted my ability to do anything I set my mind to.  I get powers, and I can use them without even thinking about it, but as soon as I do think about it, I doubt everything I do.”

“Pepper, I know this goes against everything you so firmly hold as true,” you said as you pulled off your own wet shirt.  “But you are allowed to not always be the strong one.  It’s perfectly okay to doubt yourself sometimes.”

Pepper pulled her shirt off over her hair and shook her hair out, spraying you with water droplets.  “Mmm… I’m not so sure about that.”  She said.  The tone of her voice told you she was attempting to make a joke, but there was more to it.  She really believed that to be the case.  She had to always be strong and see three steps ahead.  There was no other way for Virginia Potts to function in the world.

You moved up to her and turned her to face you.  The tall willowy redhead did cut an intimidating figure when she wanted to.  But soaked through, in her underwear, and hurt the way she was, she looked as small as you’d ever seen her.  “Pepper.  I’m here to help you.”

“I could have killed you today.”  She said frowning.

“Yeah, right.  Did you forget what I can do?  There’s a reason they called me in to help you.”  You said, playfully.  You skimmed the back of your fingers down her arms, playing a kind of dot to dot with the darker of her freckles and tried to remember that she was not your potential girlfriend.

“What about two weeks ago with the poison barbs.  Would water have helped with that?”  She asked.

“Oh, Pep,” you teased.  “You can drink hydrochloric acid if you add enough water to it.”

She laughed.  “Smartass.”

“That’s right.  And this smart ass says get in the shower before you catch a cold.”  You said poking her in the stomach.

“Me?  Catch a cold?”  She teased and started to glow pink.  Steam hissed off her skin as she rapidly dried off all the water on her.

You wrinkled your nose.  “Now who’s the smartass?”  You teased and turned taking off your bra and grabbing your towel as she started laughing.  “Well, I’m going to shower in any case.”

You wrapped the towel around you and wriggled out of your panties, before heading into one of the shower stalls.  You could do this up in your apartment of course, but that would mean dripping water through the building and having to wait to warm back up.

You had just stepped under the warm water when there was a knock on the door of the stall. Confused you got out and wrapped your towel around yourself before unlatching the door.

“Is something the…”   Your words trailed off as you were confronted with the sight of Pepper standing naked in front of you, holding her towel at her side.  You’re breath caught and your heart seemed to stop beating.

“I changed my mind about that shower.”  She said, stepping toward you.

You didn’t move.  You just stood, staring at her in complete shock.   You had been crushing on Pepper Potts since the day you met but you’d always thought it was a one-sided thing.  She seemed to accept the physical affection, but she never returned it.  She never flirted back.  And pairing that with the fact you’d only known her to date men, you figured she was at the very least straight if not specifically not interested in you.

Her arms wrapped around your shoulders and she leaned into you.  Everything seemed to click into place at once.  You lunged forward, capturing her lips and kissing her with a frenzy born of surprise and the thought that this was some kind of elaborate prank and she’d end up taking it away from you at any second.

She pushed you into the stall and kicked the door closed behind you as she unhooked your towel.  You submitted to her completely, letting her guide you back into the shower and against the wall.

The water washed over both of you as you kissed passionately.  Her hands ran down to your breasts, cupping and pinching them.  You mirrored her as you moaned into her lips and pushed your leg between hers.

You were wet.  It never took much really.  Your powers had strange side effects. You’d cry at the drop of a hat, and you always found yourself sweating anytime the temperature was even a few degrees over average.  When you were turned on - even just a little - your cunt dripped.  Right now it was practically flooding.  The heat of Pepper’s skin on yours made you drip from you.  It ran down your thighs only to be washed away by the water cascading down on you.

One of Pepper’s hands slid down to your cunt and slipped between your fold.  “Pepper,” you moaned.  “What… what’s happening?”

She bit her bottom lip as she looked into your eyes and began to run her finger slowly over your clit. “I would have thought that was obvious.”

“But…”  you said, and gasped as she pushed a finger inside of you.  “But you never… you haven’t… why?”

“I like you,” she said, her finger curling inside you.  “I know you like me, I just … needed time.  But you remind me who I am.  I am me with you.”

You couldn’t think straight and you knew there was going to be a long conversation when this was all over with but for now, all you wanted was this, here with her.

You bought your hand to her cunt and started to kiss her again.  She was wet and ready for you and you pushed two fingers inside her as you used your thumb on her clit.  Each of you fingered the other, your fingers curling and stroking and rubbing the most sensitive spots, heightening your arousal and making your whole body buzz.

Your hips rocked with hers and hers moved against you.  Her skin began to heat up and turn pink.  It hissed against yours and a cloud of steam filled the shower stall and the sounds of your moans echoed off the tiled walls as fire met water and you brought each other undone.

“Oh, god,” you mewled arching your back against the shower wall.  “Gonna come.”

“I’m right there too,” she moaned as she picked up her pace.  Her fingertips dragging over your g-spot as her thumb ran back and forth over your clit.  You matched her as you rutted against her hand.

All your muscles seized up at once and you came, gushing on her hand.  As you did, her cunt tensed around your fingers and she cried out as her own orgasm hit and her eye burned a fiery red.

As you both came down from your orgasm highs, you each pulled your hands away and she cradled your neck and looked into your eyes.  “What do you say to having dinner with me?”  She asked.

“Like a date?”  She asked.

“Mm-hmm.  Exactly like a date.”  She answered.

“I think I’d like that very much.”  You hummed and leaned in and kissed her again.  As your lips caressed over hers you couldn’t help but think how well fire and water mixed.

#ladiesofmarvelbingo19 #pepper potts #pepper potts x reader #pepper potts fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #reader insert #smut #femslash #femslash saturday #adaption

[ad1thi]

ive been feeling superiron so here goes nothing;  a follow up to this post . for @talesofsuspenses because its her birthday happy birthday hun!!

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Clark sifts through the wreckage - looking desperately for any sort of sign or clue that’ll point him towards Tony Stark

He arches sharply when a fresh wave of pain hits his forearms, the feeling of scalding heat burning his limbs bringing him to his knees

It dissipates in a couple of seconds, but Clark isn’t stupid - he knows that it’s going to come back soon, which is why its imperative that he finds Tony because he succumbs to more damage

There’s bodies strewn everywhere in awkward, inhuman angles - but none of them are Tony’s

That’s what Clark is focusing on - that none of them are Tony’s

There’s a roar outside akin to the sound of fire and Clark follows it, until he comes face to face with a metal man on the top of the cliff; burning through the camps with flame throwers on the sides of his hands

He doesn’t think, just reacts - shoving the metal armour until it stumbles because Tony could be a part of the crowd that he’s currently so carelessly burning

Until of course, the faceplate snaps off and Tony’s defiant face stares back at him

“What gives Spandex? You have a problem with people escaping captivity now?”

“No, no,” Clark says with more emotion than he meant to, “No I didn’t realise that - “

Tony sniffs, cutting him off, “I presume you’re here to do your superhero thing; but before you whisk me away in your arms,” Clark shifts at the implications of that phrase, “I need to do something first”

“Stark its not safe here,” Clark says in his most Business voice, “its imperative that we get you out as soon as possible”

“Yeah well they have my weapons,” he says it with such vitriol that Clark has to fight the urge to take a step back, “and I’m not leaving until they’re destroyed”

“Okay,” he says, because he knows when to pick his battles - and because something in Tony’s face clears when he acquiesces, “we’ll destroy your weapons. But after that, I fly us out of here - okay?”

“Yeah spandex,” Tony says - already turned around and aiming his flamethrowers, “after that I’ll be your damsel in distress”

Clark doesn’t want to address how the idea of Tony being his damsel makes him feel

(not yet)

Fin

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#my writing #superiron #clark kent/tony stark #clark/tony #clark x tony #im 1 canon divergence #bound by blood au

[elisaphoenix13]

Far From Home Ch.5 (End)

The suit was almost ready. Happy had sent Nick Fury a coded message and Peter had gone over his plan with him and Stephen. No matter what Quentin Beck stirred up, Peter just needed to remember that it was all an illusion and get inside if it to disable the drones. After that, he could go after Beck. Peter really didn't know how this would all play out, but he would die trying to fix his mistake.

The thought reminded him of the little something currently burning a hole in his utility belt. Peter pulls out the necklace he had bought for Cassie what seemed like ages ago, and holds it out to Stephen.

"Since you know about us...can you give this to Cassie if anything happens to me?" Peter asks, but Stephen makes no move to take it.

"You'll give it to her yourself." The sorcerer says softly. "I don't think you're giving yourself enough credit."

"I did give a bad guy a pair of glasses with an AI that has control over weaponized drones." The teen quips half-heartedly, earning a quiet chuckle from the older man. "At least hold onto it for me?" Peter requests.

Stephen nods. "I can do that."

He takes the necklace hanging from Peter's fingers and pockets it as he turns to the new Spiderman suit. Peter had said it was temporary, but he liked the design so he would ask Tony to help use it with nanotechnology so he could have the protection the nanites offered. Such as a bit more armor and being bulletproof. With this suit, he was vulnerable to bullets.

Stephen waits until Peter pulls the suit out before stopping him and taking it from him. Peter frowns as Stephen sits down with it, but when he asked for at max of five minutes with it, he relented and it only took a few moments to figure out what the man was doing. He was applying protective runes throughout the suit.

He may not be there personally to help him, but that didn't mean Stephen would send him off without some kind of magical protection. He also threw in some runes that would let him know if Peter got into trouble and couldn't call him for help. The teen was going into the fight with a comm piece, but those have been known to get lost sometimes. Stephen also asked Victor to reconnect to Karen in the new suit so they had a second way to communicate.

When he finishes, he gives back the suit and Peter changes from his stealth suit, and into the new one, leaving the mask off. "How's your leg?" The doctor asks.

"It's fine. I just want to kick his ass and go home." The teen admits. "I just need to focus more on my sixth sense so it can help with the illusions. I was too overwhelmed before."

Stephen nods. "Worry about Mysterio. Happy and I will help your friends. If you need me though--"

"Tell you." Peter finishes. "I know."

They land temporarily so Peter can hang on to the outside of the jet, Happy thoroughly teasing Stephen when the sorcerer argues against it, and they take off again once the head if security and the doctor take the seats at the front of the jet. As the approach the London Bridge, a huge Elemental forms and starts destroying the bridge, and the older men stare.

"Peter...are you sure that's not real?" Happy asks over the comm.

"Oh yeah...it's just a hundred times bigger than I expected!" The teen shouts over the wind. "We need to get higher so Beck doesn't see me."

Happy flies the jet higher until Peter finally loses his grip and falls off, and the teen recovers quickly by deploying his parachute and diving. Once he gets low enough, he releases the parachute and then deploys his 'web wings' to glide the rest of the way into the illusion of the giant Elemental.

"Oh...it's not real. It's not real. It's not real!" He repeats to himself before he flies into the illusion and manages to land on one of the many drones creating the illusion before looking around. "Whoa...that's awesome."

He could have sworn he heard a short bark of a laugh, but didn't think much of it. It was probably just Stephen laughing about him nerding out over tech in a dangerous situation. It wasn't the first time Peter had done it either. He starts his plan by applying the first of his taser webs to the drone he's hanging on to, then flips around to connect the web to as many drones as possible. Once he feels that he's done enough, he flips off the last one he webbed and activates the electricity, successfully short-circuiting the affected drones and causing the illusion of the Elemental to start falling. A section opens up to reveal a closed off part of the bridge and the eyes of Peter's suit narrow when he sees Beck within.

"I see you." He webs toward the windows with the intent to break through, but a drone that Beck must have called barrels into him and sends him flying over his mark. He slams into part of the bridge before falling and attempts to shoot a web out to save himself from the fall, but his web doesn't connect and he hits the railing of the main part of the bridge. Peter coughs through the pain when his previously bruised ribs scream at him, and he holds his side as he looks up.

Drones were circling the enclosed part of the bridge that Beck was in and the partially broken illusion of the Elemental finally falls and Peter only assumed that Beck had turned it off. He was planning something, but the vigilante was distracted by the explosion that he saw nearby. The same area he saw Happy land the jet.

"Mom? Happy? Are you guys okay?!" Peter asks over the comm.

Stephen was the one to respond. "We're fine. Focus on Beck!"

Peter bolts away from his crouch behind a car when drones start firing at him, and eventually webs himself up and swings around, using himself to trick the drones to shoot each other. He punches others that are just out of the line of fire and sends them falling out of the sky, smoke trailing behind them. He eventually loses momentum though and falls on top of a parked car, and rolls off to take cover from firing drones again.

The drones weren't only after him though. He knew they were after his friends and Happy and Stephen since they were protecting his classmates. "Happy! Say something so I know you're alive!"

"I'm here! I'm here!" The bodyguard's voice seeps through Peter's communicator.

"Thank god."

"We saved us some time, but not much. Stephen has a shield up."

Peter sticks to the car he's using as cover. "I'm trying to get to Beck but I can't shake these drones!" He yells out as he webs himself up and then webs the car to jump off, sending the vehicle back down to fall on top of some drones.

When he lands on a top part of the bridge, more drones fly toward him and attack him with flame throwers, lighting the back of his suit in fire as he swings away. He gets knocked around between endless amounts of drones and parts of the bridge until he's falling again, shoots out a web just in time so that his back hits the water below and extinguishes the flames on his back, and then webs a nearby drone flying up. Peter felt like he was setting traps for endless amounts of drones as he moved throughout the bridge. Another small amount was destroyed as he landed back on the road of the bridge, and groans when a small shockwave throws him into a parked car. More shockwaves follow, piling more cars on and around him, and then eventually he gets pushed over the edge and into the river below.

He really hated water now. It had gotten into his web fluid so he was at a disadvantage. Peter looks around for possible protection or a weapon and grins behind his mask when he finds the sign to the bridge and quickly makeshifts a bomb from car parts.

He runs forward and tosses his bomb up to a collection of drones, and then uses the sign to jump off of as soon as the bomb exploded. He crashes through the bottom of the tunnel that Beck is in, sticks to the ceiling of it and punches the man through his fishbowl helmet without hesitation. He grabs the front of the man's shirt and holds him in the air and looks down at him.

"Your lies are over."

"I have contingencies. EDITH?" Beck calls out and Peter looks over the man's head just as a drone shoots him and sends him sailing to the other side of the tunnel, rolling a few feet when he hits the ground. Peter ignores the pain as he gets back to his feet and turns on Beck.

"Just give me back the glasses."

Beck pulls said glasses from his shirt. "You want these? Come and get them." Drones surround him and pull up another illusion of darkness.

The teen takes a deep breath as he psyches himself up and focuses on his spider senses and uses them to avoid and destroy the invisible drones. He grabs one to use as a shield when the illusion shatters, and Beck screams at EDITH to continue firing even though he was in the strike zone. Beck did get hit by one of the drones as Peter destroyed the rest, and the teen pulls off his mask as he approaches him after he sits against the wall.

"Beck...you lied to me...and I trusted you."

"You're a good person Peter...such a weakness..." Beck holds out the glasses. "Stark was right. You deserve the glasses."

Peter jumps when a gunshot goes off and he looks to his side to find Stephen in his own suit and holding Beck's wrist. The teen looks back to watch the Beck against the wall fade away, and then looks back when the sorcerer growls. Peter actually smiles when Mysterio's eyes widen in surprise.

"Where did you come from?!"

"Beck...meet my mom. Doctor Strange, Sorcerer Supreme." Peter says. "A real magic user."

Stephen takes the EDITH glasses off of Beck and hands them over to Peter. "Call off the drones."

Peter throws the glasses on. "EDITH! Turn off the drones!"

Once confirming his decision, the drones fly back to the satellite in orbit and Stephen glances down at Beck's gunshot wound.

"A fatal location." He makes eye contact with Beck and narrows his eyes. "You tormented and hurt my son. I don't feel inclined to help you, and technically I'm not breaking my oath as a doctor--" Stephen sighs. "Screw it." Peter gapes when the sorcerer throws him through one of the windows and opens a portal for the man's dying body to fall into, and he closes it as he turns to Peter.

"Holy crap Mom."

"No one hurts my cub and gets away with it." Stephen says matter-of-factly. "Come on. Let's find Happy, make sure your class gets to the airport, and we'll go home."

Peter sighs heavily. "That sounds great."

They do just that, Peter making sure to stay out of sight as Happy and Stephen make sure his friends and classmates make it onto a bus to take them to the airport, but the sorcerer gets side-tracked when Fury and Hill approach them. Mama Bear came out in all his furious glory when he stood at full height a foot away from the ex-director, and Peter barely caught a glimpse of fear in both agents. Stephen had told him to stay hidden, so he was watching from the darker side of a building, his enhanced hearing picking up the conversation.

"Strange...I need to talk to your kid."

"No."

"No?"

"Am I a joke to you?" Stephen snarls out. "This all could have been avoided if you called me."

"You and Stark are recovering from--"

"So is Peter! Next time you call him, you make sure there is absolutely no one else to help you! Do I make myself clear?"

Fury folds his arms and narrows his gaze. "...crystal."

Stephen nods sharply and turns on his heel to walk into the alleyway that Peter is in, and he opens a portal that Happy immediately walks through. Peter jumps down from his perch on the side of the building, landing gingerly on his feet, and Stephen helps him through the portal. Once they're safely in the tower penthouse, the sorcerer closes the portal and Peter limps toward the couch. He hisses out in pain as he sits down, and Stephen quickly joins him when he starts leaning to the side. The sorcerer had barely gotten comfortable before Peter's head was in his lap.

"Don't you want to get changed at least?"

Peter shakes his head. "Just wanna sleep."

Those three words took what was left of the teen's energy, and he slept for a couple of hours as Stephen did what he could to heal the boy's wounds. He only focused on the bigger ones, since he was tired himself from helping protect his son's classmates, and that was when Tony had entered the room. Stephen looks up at him briefly before reaching down to take the EDITH glasses from the sleeping teen. He hands them over to his husband in silence, and the engineer fiddles with them as he mulls over his next words.

"FRIDAY and Happy told me everything."

"You can lecture him later...just let him rest for now." Stephen says in response.

"I should lecture him...but I don't think I will." Tony admits and Stephen looks up at him in surprise. "He screwed up...bad...but he knew he did, stepped up, and fixed his mistake. He even asked for help."

"What Beck put him through was punishment enough anyway."

"How is he?" Tony asks quietly.

"Hurt...exhausted..."

"I know you got in Fury's face, but remind me to put in my own two cents next time I see him."

Stephen chuckles softly. "I'm sure you'll remember."

"Yeah, probably. I'll order some pizza for Underoos. He's going to be hungry when he wakes up." Tony says.

"How do you feel about suing a train company?" The sorcerer asks his husband who gives him a weird look.

"Why do you ask?"

"Peter got hit by a train."

"WHAT THE FUCK?!"

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[katsens-writing]

Our Kids

Summary: Some poor fools kidnap Tony’s kids and he goes into instant ‘they’ll-never-find-the-body’ mode.

Word Count: About 2.7k

Content: Kidnapping of course. Description of injury. Angst but everything turns out ok, I promise! Maybe a word or two that would make Cap raise an eyebrow? Please let me know if I need to add anything!

A/N: Special thanks to @imnotcreativeenoughtomakegoodurl for the post that inspired this story. Check out the post here. Let me know what you guys think! I have an idea for a related story but *shrugs*. As always, all questions, comments, asks, and feedback are welcome!

*Masterlist*

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     “Sir, you have a delivery at the front door.” F.R.I.D.A.Y. chimed overhead in the lab.

     “Mmm,” Tony hummed, quickly putting down his coffee before he even got a drink. “It’s about damn time. Is it the new coils for the lift?”

     “No...” the AI’s response dragged out.

     Tony’s brow furrowed. He wasn’t expecting any other deliveries. He turned away from his work to the center table behind him. “F.R.I.D.A.Y, pull up the front security feed.”

     Without a word, the security feed appeared, projected up in front of Tony. He took one look at the scrawny, jittery guy standing on the front stoop and sighed. At Tony’s guess he was probably in his late teens or early twenties. The kid was wearing a matching blue baseball cap and untucked polo shirt with black jeans. He was looking around nervously, tapping his fingers on the thin, manilla envelope he had tucked under his arm.

     “Well one thing’s for sure, he’s no courier or delivery man,” Tony snorted.

     “Not exactly,” F.R.I.D.A.Y. agreed.

     Tony sighed. “Alright, thanks Fri. I’ll be down in a minute.” Tony turned back to his work table and jotted down a quick reminder to check with the delivery company again about the coils. He pocketed the pen and grabbed his coffee before heading for the elevator. The elevator dinged and the doors slid open on the main floor. He walked by the open area kitchen, taking a sip of his coffee.

     Rhodey saw him approaching and paused in his conversation with Wanda and called out to him from the island. “Hey Tone, there’s a guy for you at the front door. Says he’s got a letter for you.”

     Tony raised his eyebrows and hummed in acknowledgment before swallowing. “Got it. Thanks.”

     Rhodey nodded before getting up to put on another pot of coffee. It was second nature now for everyone in the compound to make an extra pot of coffee whenever Tony walked by with his mug, especially if he was chasing another idea for an invention, improvement or repair. That way there was a better chance for the rest of them to actually get some to drink too. Even those who didn’t drink coffee would still put a pot on because they found that in addition to compromise and patience, caffeine helped things run smoothly at the compound in the mornings.

     Tony reached the front door and opened it. “Alright, what’ve we got here?” he asked, leaning against the frame, folding his arms and crossing one leg over the other. He took another tired sip from his mug as the kid pulled out the envelope.

      “Uh, I have a le-letter for Mr. S-stark?” The kid stammered nervously as he fumbled with the envelope, his wiry brown curls sticking out from under his baseball cap.

     “Uh huh. Well, let’s see it.” Tony extended a hand with mild impatience.

     “Uh, ok,” the kid replied, handing the envelope to Tony. Tony glanced at the kid’s baseball cap and saw the logo for some courier company he hadn’t heard of before. He briefly looked at the envelope then looked up at the kid expectantly. The kid just stared back at him, his grey eyes blank.

     “Well?” Tony prodded impatiently.

     “What?” The kid asked, his brows creasing in confusion. Tony could swear he saw little beads of sweat break out on his brow.

     Tony arched his eyebrows and tilted his head. “Do I need to sign for something or what?” he pressed. He figured the kid was a nervous college student or fan or whatever because he clearly was no courier, in spite of the logo on his hat.

     “Oh, no. That’s it.” The kid replied, his face relaxing a fraction.

     Tony blinked. “Ok. Well, thanks then.” He gave an awkward smile and nodded, holding up the envelope before turning back into the compound and closing the door behind him. He shook his head with a sigh and looked down at the envelope. He stood on the other side of the door just long enough to open the envelope and slide the paper out of it. Without so much as a glance at the paper, he tucked the envelope under his arm and headed back for the kitchen. He wasn’t sure what time it was but he knew the last time he ate had been the day before when he had pizza delivered to the lab. Or maybe it was the day before that. Either way, he was hungry and since he was out of the lab anyway, he might as well grab something to eat.

     “Hey Tony,” Natasha looked up and nodded as he walked into the kitchen. Tony grunted in response.

     “Well, what is it?” Rhodey questioned, indicating the paper with a jerk of his head.

      “Haven’t looked yet,” Tony replied, sitting down on a stool at the island. He honestly just expected it to be some blank piece of paper or a page from some magazine or something. Bruce eyed him warily as Tony distractedly snagged a piece of bacon off of a plate. It crunched a bit when he bit into it as he began reading the paper with a bored look. Bucky noticed from his spot, standing by the refrigerator, and quirked an eyebrow before glancing at Steve with a faint smirk.

     Steve turned from the stove and came back to his spot, still wearing the clothes from his morning run. “Morning, Tony,” he greeted. He took one look at his plate and frowned. He glanced up at Tony with a flat look. “Really?”

     Tony didn’t notice, his brows pinching together as he read the letter in his hand. Suddenly his eyes shot open and his breath hitched sharply in his chest, the color rapidly disappearing from his face. The half-eaten bacon strip fell from his hand to the smooth countertop.

     Steve’s annoyed expression was immediately replaced with one of concern the second he saw the change in Tony’s demeanor. “What is it?” he asked, his voice shadowed with faint apprehension.

     “They... they’ve...” Tony stammered, white as a ghost.

     “Tony,” Rhodey called firmly, but Tony’s gaze just slowly sank to the counter in front of him as Wanda took the paper from him.

     “Mr. Stark, You do not know us, but we know you. It is about time that you paid for your position. We have your kids...’ her voice slowed as hesitation and uncertainty crept in. ‘Enclosed is proof of life, though we assure you that can and will change if our demands are not met...’ Her voice trailed off. She looked up at Natasha, her face twisted in confusion. “Is this a joke?” she asked.

     The redhead shrugged and turned to Tony. “It has to be. I mean, no one is that stupid, right? Stark, what do--” She froze mid-sentence when she turned to Tony and saw him already up and moving around. She blinked at him for a few seconds, her mouth slightly agape. “And what are you doing?” she asked, crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow.

     Tony ignored her question, his eyes darting back and forth as he paced, gathering stuff. “F.R.I.D.A.Y., scan the letter. I want a full analysis; prints, DNA, watermarks, the works. And bring up the security feed from the front gate and the front door, time stamp half an hour ago.”

     “Got it, boss. Shall I call Miss Potts?” F.R.I.D.A.Y. inquired.       Tony pressed his fingers to the inside of the band on his wrist and the nanotech flowed from it to form his suit. He noticed the corner of the display on his glasses showed several missed calls from Pepper. He didn’t want to worry her but... He hesitated at the AI’s question. “Uh...”

     “That won’t be necessary, F.R.I.D.A.Y.,” Steve cut in. Tony whipped around at his words.

     “Excuse me- what?!” he asked, his eyebrows shooting up to his hairline and his eyes bulging. “What did you just say?”

     “I said it wasn’t necessary,” Steve replied calmly, looking Tony in the eye.

     “Like hell it isn’t!” Tony spat, throwing his arms up incredulously. “They’ve got my kids, Rogers! My kids!” He glared at Steve, seething. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath to steady himself. When he opened his eyes, his demeanor was a lot calmer but his eyes were still blazing. “Look, Rogers--”

     “We don’t even know if this is real,” Natasha cut in with a frown, her voice reasoning as she peered up from the letter she had taken from Wanda.

     “It’s real. Peter didn’t text last night when he got to May’s. He always does and when he forgets he texts at least three times in the morning. I haven’t heard from Harley in almost two weeks and he usually calls every couple of days to complain about something or to ask a ‘hypothetical’ question.” Tony rolled his eyes and thought back to the last such question Harley had called with, involving flame throwers and city zoning laws. “I swear, if he gets Peter into any trouble, I’m gonna kill him,” he muttered under his breath.

     “Uh, Tony...” Bruce interrupted, glancing up at him uneasily from a paper in his hand.

     “What?” Tony jerked his head around to him, immediately snatching the paper from the doctor’s hands. His heart stalled and his eyes widened the moment they fell on a picture of Harley, Peter and... Morgan?! They were sitting on a cement floor tied up with gags over their mouths, against a cinderblock and brick wall. A newspaper was propped up in Morgan’s lap with that morning’s date on it. Tony squinted at the wall behind the kids. The room was dark and the wall was dirty, but he could just barely make out a logo on it, even though the paint was chipped and faded. ‘Winchester Shipping Lines’.

     Tony’s eyes narrowed and a dark shadow fell over his face. “F.R.I.D.A.Y., call Pepper. Tell her I’ll be late for dinner tonight and not to worry,” he shot a glance at the team. “I know where they’re at.” He quickly turned on his heel and stalked toward the elevator before freezing in his tracks.

     “F.R.I.D.A.Y.? How much hydrochloric acid do we have in storage?” he thought for a second before shaking his head. “Never mind, we’ll worry about that later. Take me to R&D. Its time we tested out the new blasters. And rifles. And whatever else we’ve got.” He resumed walking to the elevator, taking long strides. He hit the button and looked up at the numbers counting down on the display above the doors, tapping his foot impatiently. Suddenly he straightened and looked over his shoulder to see everyone staring at him.

     “What?” he demanded angrily. When no one moved he rolled his eyes and turned to face them completely. “Come on guys! We gotta go!” He gestured toward the elevator agitatedly.

     “Uh, right... yeah,” Rhodey mumbled, setting down his cup. “I’ll get my suit.”

     “Um, I’ll go get Sam and Clint...” Wanda eyed Natasha uneasily as she slid off her stool.

     “Guys!” Tony shouted, his eyes bulging. “In case you didn’t hear it the first time, THEY’VE GOT. MY KIDS!” He threw his arms up in exasperation. How could they not understand the urgency of the situation?!

     Steve quietly huffed as he dropped the picture on the table. Tony immediately snapped his attention to him. “What is your problem, Rogers?! My kids have been kidnapped!” Tony exploded, quickly closing the distance between him and Steve and getting right in his face. Bucky shifted his weight by the counter, bristling slightly. “I know you can’t possibly understand what that means. I would never expect you to even be able to begin comprehending it,” Tony hissed, poking Steve in the chest to emphasize his words. His face was mere inches away from Steve’s but Steve just looked down at Tony with his arms crossed, his composure cool and collected. “I know it’s hard because you’ve never had one, but try and imagine, for just one second, that you actually had a life, ok? THEY HA--”

     “Alright, that’s it!” Everyone jumped as Natasha slammed her mug down on the counter, coffee splashing over the sides. Steve quickly stepped back as Natasha walked up to them, barely having time to get out of her way. She jabbed Tony in the chest with a finger, her other hand resting on her hip. “You need to stop being so selfish!”

     Tony sputtered incredulously at her, trying to say something but she raised her hand and cut him off before he could. “First off, they’re our kids, not just yours,” Natasha gestured around the room at everyone as Clint and Sam rushed in, already geared up, closely followed by Wanda. She turned back to Tony and stepped closer, leaving only an inch or two between them. “They’re just as much our kids as yours, especially Peter, so get over yourself. And second, they’re o-”

     Steve put his hand firmly on Natasha’s shoulder as she got ready to push Tony. She shot him a look, her eyes filled with a raging fury but she grudgingly backed off.

     “Tony,” Steve’s voice had a calm, firm tone as he turned back to him. Tony’s gaze shifted up to Steve, a little bewildered and he was instantly confused by the faintly amused look on Steve’s face. “They’re our kids,” Steve gently emphasized, a glint in his eye and a faint smirk as he showed Tony the picture he had retrieved from the island.

     Tony frowned at Steve before taking the picture and looking at it. After a few moments, his face slowly began to relax as he noticed some details he had missed earlier. Morgan was between Peter and Harley. She looked fine except for the fact that she was tied up and gagged. Tony’s brow furrowed in confusion when he noticed her eyes- she was staring at whoever took the picture with the same sassy look she gave him any time he swore. His eyes shifted to her left and fell on Peter. Peter had a huge, dark bruise that wrapped around from his right temple to the right side of his forehead and his eyes were red from lack of sleep. He was sitting close to Morgan, leaning forward slightly with his torso at an angle, staring at the camera in cool, unwavering defiance. His arms were bound to his sides but it was apparent that he was trying to put himself between Morgan and whoever had kidnapped them. Tony’s heart ached and his eyes moistened, yet he couldn’t help the small smile that was forming on his lips or the faint, warm feeling that was growing in his chest at the sight of Peter being so protective of Morgan.

     Tony’s eyes flicked over to Harley and he squinted, looking closely at the ropes that bound him. It was barely noticeable due to his efforts to conceal it from the photographer, but the few bottom layers of the rope that bound Harley’s arms tightly to his sides were torn and frayed on his right side, the bottom one almost completely worn through. Tony’s attention shifted to Harley’s left arm which, in spite of how tightly cinched the ropes were, he had managed to wriggle around to the front. Tony snorted in mild disbelief when he saw that Harley was flipping off the camera. Tony’s gaze traveled up Harley’s torso and when they came to rest on his face, Tony’s lips parted slightly in surprise. Harley had a nasty cut over his left eyebrow that was bleeding, along with a bruised cheekbone, various scratches, other minor cuts, and Tony imagined, probably a split lip. None of it seemed to faze Harley at all though, because he was glaring at the camera, his gaze fiery and intense and his brow deeply creased. Tony saw the pissed off, defiant look in Harley’s eyes and the small smirk he had on his face slowly grew into a wide grin. His chest swelled with pride and his eyes held a mischievous glint as he looked up at the team who had been eyeing him warily.

     “So!” he exclaimed, grinning brightly as he clasped his hands together. “Who wants to grab some lunch before we pick up the kids? There’s this great shawarma place on the way...”

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@parkerspicedlatte

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[theadorablespderman]

Hola. Can you do '6. Forget it, you are a fucking asshole' (frm the angst one) for spideychelle pleease and thank you!!!

Sorry it took so long to answer this! But I wanted to make sure I had the story posted in the answer! I hope you like it. It’s super angsty so be warned! Thank you for requesting this prompt! It brought out a interesting side of Spideychelle I wasn’t expecting 

Turncoat

“Forget it. You’re a fucking asshole.”

“Excuse me?” Michelle recoiled from him, her hair cascading over her shoulder. One hand clutched the champagne flute tighter.  

Peter pulled the mask back over his head, finding comfort behind the fabric. It took a lot to cause such a volatile, churning anger to control him. It was now coursing, white hot, through his veins. “Don’t play dumb, Michelle, we both know you’re not.”

She dropped the arm barred up around her torso as a shield. Now she stood vulnerable to him. The sparkling evening gown framing her figure was betrayal. Peter knew why it hung from her shoulders. She’d given him up for a journalism award and a few glasses of fancy champagne.

For so long she was his MJ. His trusted friend. The love of His life. All the heat in his veins gave way to ice coursing through his heart. His brain turned over, trying to fathom why she’d done such an unspeakable thing. “I told you no. I asked you not to do it. And you still did it. Why?”

Michelle didn’t say anything, her eyes flickering away, quick as the city lights would flash along her dress. Her face only kissed half the light. One half there, one half dissolving into darkness. Half of her mouth opened. Then it closed. The gloss slathered over her lips wasn’t natural. It only made her lips look slimy. Villainous.

Still no words escaped past those lips.

Peter shook his head. “Just fucking forget it. Go and pretend that what you did wasn’t a total violation of my trust.” Peter stepped up to the ledge of the terrace, ready to swing off. “I’m not doing this anymore. Not now.”

“Wait! No! Peter, you’re being unfair!”

His head snapped back to look at her. The eyes of his mask narrowed; his scowl obvious. Peter thought he saw a flash of fear in Michelle’s eyes.

Even with her hair perfectly styled and her makeup and gown flawless, she looked disheveled. Her eyes held a panicked mayhem, and her fists grasped the fabric of her skirt so tight it left wrinkles. She took a jolting step forward, her entire face now washed in the light streaming out of the windows. The gala was still raging inside the fourteenth floor of the Daily Bugle. Michelle glanced at it before locking eyes with him.

“Publishing the story may have been an asshole move, but you have to understand. The city was rioting. They needed to know who was under the mask or it would’ve fallen apart! After what happened at Grand Central Station, they needed to see your face. They were coming after you with pitchforks, Peter. The entire city thought you were working with the Hoods.” Michelle took another step. He could see the colors of her eye shadow, the flecks of gold hiding in her irises when the light hit them. He hated how it still made his breath catch.

Michelle took another measured step, beseeching Peter to understand. “They wanted your head. Jameson was right on your tail. If I didn’t publish then Jameson would’ve. And he would keep searching until he found you and everything you loved and destroyed all of it in one article. He was this close to finding out your identity. Do you really think a flame thrower like Jameson wouldn’t have twisted the story? Made you into some terrible villain.” Peter glared at her words. A glare which Michelle returned. “If I didn’t write that article you could’ve been killed, Peter. How many civilians have tried to kill you since Grand Central? Do you think Jameson would’ve put their minds to ease? No. He would’ve made sure the citizens kept pulling knives on you. That the police kept the bounty on Spider-Man’s head. You’ve been living a lie for nine goddamn years and the people are getting tired of wondering who’s behind the mask. They don’t trust the guy swinging around in spandex, who doesn’t take responsibility after the fight. Maybe there was a reason that almost every superhero to date hasn’t bothered with a secret identity. Maybe it’s easier to fight crime as one person instead of some split personality. She stepped closer, the entirety of her shoulder shining in the yellow light. “You can still keep May, Ned, and–” She held her breath. Maybe she was going to reference herself before thinking better of it.

“What? Keep everyone safe? There’s a good reason why I kept that mask on, and it was solely to protect everyone I love. So, don’t go telling me I can still protect you, or Ned, or May, because you don’t have the faintest idea what it’s like. It’s been hard enough without the whole world knowing I’m Spider-Man. Look what happened to Tony. Look what the world–the universe–knowing who he was did. He was attacked, his friends, family, everyone he cared for was attacked. Did you know Pepper still gets death threats? That Morgan can’t go out without a security detail. And that’s just one example.” Peter replied, ironic laughter almost cresting in his throat. Reality was cracking under the heat. Michelle’s figure shattered behind the tears in his eyes. Peter let the anger evaporate the moisture. He felt the tears adhere to his mask. “The city never needed me, they needed Spider-Man. I told you that. I begged you to understand. I trusted you to understand. But I guess I put my trust in a traitor.”

Michelle’s eyes blew wide. “Wow, that’s rich, Parker! Don’t try and push all of this at me because you’re too much of a coward to face the world without a mask on!” Michelle took in a deep breath through her nose, releasing a shaky sigh. “Look you can be mad at me, but please understand. I did my job as a journalist, and I did what I knew was best for the city. I did what I thought was best for you.”

“Well as long as you did your job. That’s what’s important.” Peter snarled. He shot a web to the adjacent building and Michelle rushed towards him.

“Please! Please, Peter. Don’t. I’m sorry, okay? I was just trying to do what I thought was best. Please you must understand that if I didn’t publish that story. The story where you’re the hero, the boy next door, the kid who’s done everything in his life to be the hero. If I didn’t publish that story which has changed the hearts of nearly every New Yorker, Jameson would’ve made you into a villain. He was so close to finding your identity, Peter, and if he’d published first you wouldn’t have been able to step foot in New York again. As Peter or Spider-Man. Please just try and understand that I did what was best for you. I even thought you might be happy you don’t have to live the lie anymore.”

Standing, Peter shook his head. Two twinkling tears rolled down Michelle’s face. “See that’s the point. It’s my life you screwed around with. It’s a secret I’ve trusted to you for nine years. I told you I didn’t want you to publish after you asked me. I told you I wasn’t ready. I told you I’d find another way to clean up the mess I made. But no, that’s not good enough for Michelle Jones. You just have to shove your nose into everyone else’s problems. You just have to know best, don’t you? Always has to be the smartest in the goddamn room.”

Her nose wrinkled and her cheeks boiled. “I did do the right thing you bastard! I’m sorry if you’re too big of a dick to notice I did you a favor!”

“You’re my fucking fiancé, Michelle! For God’s sake! I don’t care if it was the right thing! I told you no! I told you I wasn’t ready, but you made the decision for me anyway! You should know better than to dick around in someone’s life like that! You betrayed me. You just …” He shook his head, trying to hide the tremor in his voice. They were two different people. Michelle with her golden gown and accessories, her face painted in makeup. She was someone else now. A writer grasping for the next story. The journalist with all the answers. She was the one who revealed Spider-Man’s secret identity. She was the savior that kept the city from falling to ruins. The one who brought the citizens back together under Spider-Man’s mantle.

In that moment MJ vanished. The girl who made wisecrack jokes. The girl who complained that Peter smelled like pavement and exhaust. The girl who read fifty books in two weeks and snuggled against Peter’s ribs like she was one of them.

Somewhere behind the glamour and sparkling champagne Michelle Jones emerged, cold and guarded. They were back at the beginning and Peter couldn’t fathom how she’d changed. Changed from the girl who he could trust with anything, into the greatest betrayer in his life.

This new persona eclipsed MJ.

Peter assumed he must look the same to her, however. That somehow, he changed. Somehow now he must be different, or too much the same.

Peter felt the mask over his lips. The fabric mopping up tears he vaguely knew were falling. With the anger scalding his vision, tainting his sight with blurring fire, Peter tore the mask from his head. He hurled it at her. Spitting the mask at her feet as retribution for her watery eyes. It landed with a smack on the pavement roof. “I have no use for it now, thanks to you.”

“Peter…” Michelle bent to pick the mask up. “Please…don’t,” She sobbed. Peter could feel an explosive sob in his own throat. “Please don’t go. Let’s talk about it. I never wanted to hurt you; you have to understand that.  Please.”  The tears in her eyes echoed in Peter.

“Goodbye.”

Without his mask the wind felt different on his face. He felt a sense of doom, yet up against the skyscrapers, open to the views, he found freedom. Something felt empty still.

The memory of Michelle standing against the building backdrop, her eyes begging him to stay. To talk. It burned deep into his soul.

He couldn’t talk now without burning every inch of his body. If he stayed with her, they would have imploded. Pain sliced him deep, past his skin and muscles, reaching into the place he’d saved for her.

Another sob wrenched from his chest, causing Peter’s hold to slip on the web. He slammed into a skyscraper, his head snapping against the slick panes of glass. Peter sunk against the side of the building, allowing his legs to curl under him. He let his back curve against the glass and his head drop heavy to his hands.

The clenching sobs ricocheting around in his chest burst from him in angry spurts. Bowing his head, Peter wept for the third time in his life.

In his misery, Peter felt rain fall along the helix of his exposed neck.

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Somewhere above him, on the rooftop terrace Peter evacuated, Michelle still stood. Her hands clutching Peter’s mask, the ivory eyes starting, unblinking up at her. He’d thrown the mask back at her. The anger all too real on his face.

Rain began to pour, enticing her to slip down the banister Peter had perched on. She clutched the mask to her chest, hoping to close the fissure expanding there. In the deceivingly warm light emitting from the building, she caught the twinkle of her ring. He’d thrown the mask back at her, but never requested the ring.

Michelle curled into herself, ever tighter, praying that the ring on her finger was still a good sign.

#spideychelle #spideychelle fanfic #spideyschelle #Spider-Man: Homecoming #spider-man: far from home #spider-man #spiderman #michelle #michelle jones #peter parker #mj #mary jane watson #peter/michelle #spiderman/michelle #spiderman/mj #marvel cinematic universe #marvelmovie #marvel movies #fanfic #fanfiction writing #ask me a question #ask #prompt asks #ask prompts #mcu #marvel #marvel spiderman #angsty #fight #secret identity

[sluttytonystark]

Rhodey: Tony, why the FUCK would you give DUM-E a flame thrower?

Tony: Man, I don't know, I make bad decisions.

Tony: I thought we established that when I smoked weed even tho I had laryngitis

#iron man #tony stark #rhodey #avengers #james rhodes #war machine #marvel #mcu #omg tony #why would you smoke while having laryngitis?? #i would neverrrrr #thats not something I did #thats for sure

[muselixer]

ask meme - things my friends said ! ( volume three )

from July 2019 - September 2019 warnings: language, ns/fw themes, alcohol mentions, drug mentions change pronouns as needed! under the cut for your dashboard convenience

“Put that on reddit and I’ll grind you like cheese.” “THIS ISN’T THE M25.” “Safety first? Can’t relate.” “I am a mer-BITCH.” “Wonderful, my drunk ramblings are being used for education again. Where's my wallet?" “PUT THE HUNDREDTH PRESIDENT ON THE HUNDRED DOLLAR BILL, ASSHOLE!” “Instead of carrying mase, I just carry a hairbrush.” “We're just really high on blanket smell.” “Only crackheads can hear normal voices.” “I WALKED INTO BOTH OF YOU MOTHERFUCKERS.” “LOOK AT US. PLEASE, LOOK AT US. WE'RE YOUR PACK MULES.” “If you have a neck, you’re a hellspawn.” “I should probably do the dishes before my mother astral projects back home to yell me into the dirt.” “This is not HENTAI, I am NOT attracted to a snake.” “Don't mind me, I'm just having a gay stroke.” “I WILL NEVER STOP SAYING BITCH, FUCK YOU.” “Limes taste like an old, stale skittle.” “WHO DO YOU THINK I AM? THE GOLDEN CORRAL OF BITCHES?” “I DON'T CARE. I DON'T ASK PEOPLE FOR NUDES.” “WE CAN RE-EDUCATE THE CHILDREN.” “God, I can already feel myself drifting off. How does a horizontal position change the game so much?” “We HYDRATE in this bitch.” “I'm a drunk man with a phone.” “I'm your man for getting into small holes.” “Tony Hawk is just THAT powerful.” “I wanna be the fastest boy in the village.” “Well, I thought, if I think faster, I’ll go faster.” “Imagine nutting, and suddenly you’re a flame thrower.” “I feel like a Vienna sausage.” “I diagnose myself with bitch.” “God damn, I miss being twelve and not depressed.” “I don’t need drinks to be drunk.” “I fully gave birth out there.” “As long as I’m not detrimental to anyone, I WILL be an inconvenience.” “Hey guys, I’m back. And I’m ready to BITCH.” “I love being a weak bitch!” “Sorry, my brain is on fucking cucaracha.” “Fapping is just sex in single player mode.” “Is it possible to un-dab?” “Google how many nipples snakes have.” “Snakes don’t have nipples.” “Lil Punk is my new rap name.” “It’s legal for babies to pout.” “We’re the--” *gasp* “WE’RE THE BERMUDA TRIANGLE.” “I don’t wanna live in a world where a beat-up station wagon is an ‘epic’ moment.” “I am a shredded potato in this current moment.” “I might have a death wish but I would do literally anything else before I let some little bitch parasite threaten my life.” “Who hasn’t gotten a little tongue with their dog?” “LET’S CURBSTOMP THE GOVERNMENT!” “The smell of Axe body spray triggers my fight or flight response.” “Are you telling me I DON’T have a disease called homosexuality?” “My consciousness is but a parasite.” “It’s an egg that puts the fear of God in me, I’ll tell ya what.” “It’s a parking garage for prisoners!” “You don’t need contacts to see their boobs!” “Niccolo Machiavelli looks like a little bastard.” “Yeah, he seems like the kind of person to be like, ‘I’ll live another ten years,’ and then he didn’t.” “Nothing new happened, but the anxiety metaphorically bodyslammed me into a folding table.” “I’ve yelled at you way too many times for you to cry about it.” “Can you imagine two e-girls fighting?” “Hecko, I am a loser-o.” “I feel like Vincent van Gogh. I’ll be unappreciated until my death, and only then will I be loved and adored by millions.” “The good Lord has smote me with that sweet, sweet anxiety.” “You look like a fucking limo driver.” “Did you know I kin the lesbian pride flag?” “I’m gonna commit stage four cancer treatment.” “I didn’t know early 2000′s Alan Cumming was making a comeback.” “Swear, I’ll clap your asscheeks.” “I might be able to serve you in a rap battle, but I don’t know how to serve a table.” “My entire lower half is weeping.” “I guess when you turn 16 you gain a neck.” “Oh, you want a bigger dick? Have fun NEVER USING IT, EVER.” “You wouldn’t go out adventuring if you were a shithead.” “Be prepared to be spooked and clench your asshole.” “My mouth is good for French.” “I don’t even have a brain cell today.” “I’m gonna give you five seconds to say something else.” “I have had one ugly moment and I’m still in it.” “This rhombus has jaundice. The jaundice rhombus.” “There’s two places pineapple doesn’t belong! One: on a pizza! Two: in my ass!” “Yup, I’m a god amongst men.” “I’m a fucking shit.” “You want me to pour an egg straight into your mouth, you kinky fuck?” “How long ago was 2003?” “Being gay and homophobic is pretty woke.” “He doesn’t deserve cheesecake. I deserve the cheesecake.” “The pencils smell like pencils.” “I loosen the pants. Is that a charisma check or a strength check?” “Who is this Hawaiian mother fucker?” “Walking is hard.” “We at an anime convention, Jesus can’t help you!” “And you’re a sparky sparky boom boom boy, you deal with that.” “His butt would his the foot rest.” “I CAN’T BE AWAY FROM YOU CRACKHEADS FOR FIVE MINUTES.” “I forget you have family.” “It’s the brain cell of the week.” “Men must have created speed bumps.” “Ew, ew, my clothing.” “Oh, I’m already getting a game over? That’s fucking hot.” “At this point it’s not even about straying further from God.” “How am I supposed to go to a job interview after this? All I can think about is sexy Colonel Sanders.” “That’s some long meat.” “Zeus was horny on main.” “Don’t be horny on main. Be horny on sideblog. Have you SEEN Hades elsewhere? MY GOD.” “There’s men with computers in their heads and we don’t know if they’re going to try and steal our condensed milk.” “If you’re gonna be a slut, you should at least be proud of it.” “I will dress nice for you, but I will NOT cosplay in a cheesecake factory.” “When your child overthrows you, they take the skeleton with them.” “HE’S A FUCKING CHICKEN WIZARD. DILF CHICKEN WIZARD.” “What would I know? I’m not a capitalist.” “I MIGHT KEYSMASH A WHOLE LOT, BUT I CAN DRIVE, WHICH MEANS I’M NOT A BOTTOM.” “We salted our cardboard pizza slices like cavemen.”

#not a musing #ask meme #rp ask meme

[sppidermaan]

Peter talking to the avengers: Guys we don’t need guns, I have a lighter.

We get some hairspray and make flame throwers.

Let’s fry these bitches.

Tony: Nobody is frying any bitches.

#spiderman #ironman #peterparker #tonystark #homecoming #farfromhome #endgame #avengers #ffh #mcu #marvel #brooklyn99 #b99 #infinity war

[gokinjeespot]

off the rack #1283

Monday, October 14, 2019

 Happy Canadian Thanksgiving to one and all. Thank-you for reading this. The Jee Gang gathered for a turkey dinner yesterday with the littlest 2-month-old Ashton being passed around like a hot potato because he was tired and cranky. His mom got him settled but you couldn't hear his tiny cries for the raucous noise from his cousins. The kids took over the larger formal dining room now that they outnumber us old folks. It was a nice big family affair.

 Gwenpool Strikes Back #3 - Leah Williams (writer) David Baldeon (art) Jesus Aburtov (colours) VC's Joe Caramagna (letters). Gwenpool tries to save herself from cancellation by holding a "Contest of Champions" in this issue. Guest stars galore. This thing is so much fun.

 Catwoman #16 - Joelle Jones (story & art) Laura Allred (colours) Saida Temofonte (letters). I'm glad I checked the credits on this issue since I said that I was going to let this cat out after reading last issue. I will always read a book by Joelle Jones even though this one had me befuddled with some jumping back and forth in time and the added "Year of the Villain" thing. I am curious to find out Catwoman's decision.

 Loki #4 - Daniel Kibblesmith (writer) Oscar Bazaldua (pencils) Oscar Bazaldua & Victor Olazaba (inks) David Curiel & Carlos Lopez (colours) VC's Clayton Cowles (letters). I love a good trickster. Loki uses a good one to defeat Nightmare. I like this Loki.

 Detective Comics #1013 - Peter J. Tomasi (writer) Doug Mahnke (pencils) Keith Champagne & Christian Alamy (inks) David Baron (colours) Rob Leigh (letters). It's Batman versus Mister Freeze as the super villain tries to resurrect his dead wife. Batman's flame thrower costume is a cosplayer's wet dream

 Doctor Doom #1 - Christopher Cantwell (writer) Salvador Larroca (art) Guru-eFX (colours) VC's Cory Petit (letters). This was a pleasant surprise. The art caught my eye but the story is really good too. There's no sign of the good guy Sorcerer Supreme from a while ago. Just good old fashioned arrogant Victor. He scoffed at a new technology to reverse global warming and is accused of being jealous of it because it was invented by Reed Richards and Tony Stark. When disaster strikes, Latveria is blamed and Doctor Doom sacrifices himself for his country. The mystery is who framed him and I will keep reading to find out.

 Web of the Black Widow #2 - Jody Houser (writer) Stephen Mooney (art) Triona Farrell (colours) VC's Cory Petit (letters). What the!? Two Black Widows? Doctor Doom isn't the only one being framed for murder. I liked the clever cut-out on Nat's bathing suit.

 Miles Morales: Spider-Man #11 - Saladin Ahmed (writer) Ze Carlos (art pages 1-8) Ig Guara (art pages 9-20) Dono Sanchez-Almara with Protobunker (colours) VC's Cory Petit (letters). Miles must solve the super hero's dilemma of saving a family member or a stranger's life. His decision leads to a confrontation with the Prowler. Is it Uncle Aaron? I can't wait to find out.

 White Fox #1 - Alyssa Wong (writer) Kevin Libranda & Geoffo (art) Israel Silva (colours)

VC's Joe Sabino (letters). Another Agent of Atlas super hero gets her origin story told. She's based on Korean folklore. It was very well done and almost makes me want to read the new team book. There's also a peek at the Future Avengers by Alyssa Wong (writer), Ale Garza (art), Dono Sanchez-Almara with Protobunker (colours) and VC's Joe Sabino (letters). They're an Asian version of the Young Avengers but these guys used to be Hydra agents in training. Read on if you're wondering what turned them into good guys.

 Age of Conan Valeria #3 - Meredith Finch (writer) Aneke (art) Andy Troy (colours) VC's Travis Lanham (letters). I wish the art inside was a nice as the Jay Anacleto cover.

 Marvel Action Spider-Man #9 - Delilah S. Dawson (writer) Fico Ossio (art) Ronda Pattison (colours) Shawn Lee (letters). The Black Cat gets caged as the kids finally work together and start to treat each other with respect. Next, things get even darker as Venom attacks.

 Batman 100 Page Giant #1 - There are five superb stories in this $4.99 US one-shot and you'll feel like you just read five $3.99 comic books when you hit the last page. The only story that was disappointing was the Batwoman story mainly because she was fighting a lame villain named Lord Death Man. It was written by Steve Orlando, who has never impressed me. The other four stories more than make up for it though, especially Scott Snyder's lengthy contribution. This book is a steal at twice the price.

 The Amazing Spider-Man #31 - Nick Spencer (writer) Ryan Ottley (pencils) Cliff Rathburn (inks) Nathan Fairbairn (colours) VC's Joe Caramagna (letters). More hints are given to the secret identity of the super villain Kindred. Definitely related to Norman Osborn. That mystery is the only thing keeping me reading this book. As if the waters weren't muddy enough, the guy in the straight jacket isn't even Norman. I hope we don't get strung along too much longer because there will come a point where I say screw it, I don't care anymore.

 Batman Universe #4 - Brian Michael Bendis (writer) Nick Derington (art) Dave Stewart (colours) Josh Reed & Tom Napolitano (letters). I don't mind this time traveling if it means that we see Batman and Green Lantern team up with Jonah Hex. The chase is on as Vandal Savage gets his hands on his prize. I know I've said that I don't like time travel and Vandal Savage, but this is a Bendis book and I'm a sucker.

 Harley Quinn & Poison Ivy #2 - Jody Houser (writer) Adriana Melo (pencils) Mark Morales (inks) Hi-Fi (colours) Gabriela Downie (letters). I think the Floronic Man chowed down on Swampthing and Ivy is next on his menu. Well, it's Harley to the rescue and the girls seek help from a fellow super villain to see what's wrong with Ivy. I'm reading this because it looks so pretty.

 Powers of X #6 - Jonathan Hickman (writer) R.B. Silva & Pepe Larraz (art) Marte Gracia & David Curiel (colours) VC's Clayton Cowles (letters). The house is built and the power has been connected for a new X-verse. Jonathan Hickman has managed to make mutants relevant again for me. There are a half a dozen new mutant books coming out in the next six weeks starting with X-Men #1 hitting the racks October 16. I'll be reading them all to see how I feel about them but I can't imagine that they'll be all worthwhile.

 Event Leviathan #5 - Brian Michael Bendis (writer) Alex Maleev (art) Josh Reed (letters). I'm curious to find out who Leviathan is but it's not going to have a big impact on me since I'm not a huge DC fan. I'm sure DC fans might be able to suss out the secret given the Manhunter clue in this issue but I'm going to have to wait until next issue when all is revealed.

 Joker/Harley: Criminal Sanity #1 - Kami Garcia (writer) Mico Suayan & Mike Mayhew (art) Richard Starkings of Comicraft (letters). I love new and different takes on iconic characters and this one is a killer. Harleen Quinzel is Doctor Harley Quinn, GCPD profiler, who is working a 5-year-old cold case of the murder of a hospital employee. Meanwhile there are other new murders landing on her desk. The writing is tight and the characterisations are vivid, helped by the beautiful art. Mico's black and white art chronicles the present while Mike's gorgeous colour art handles the flashbacks. DC's Black Label imprint is well worth checking out if you're a mature reader. This mystery not only looked good but made me feel good after I finished reading. I can't wait to find out what happens next.

 Contagion #2 - Ed Brisson (writer) Stephen Segovia (art) Veronica Gandini (colours) VC's Cory Petit (letters). I know I said that I wasn't going to read any more of this 5-issue mini but this was on the racks with the awesome Power Man and Iron Fist cover so I snagged one after I finished reading all the others for the week. This issue was better thought out and the story flowed smoothly. Ben takes Sue, Reed and Johnny to Doctor Strange for help and the two of them go back to Yancy Street to contain the infectious bad guy. Danny and Luke are there helping the first responders and a couple of surprise super heroes show up too. The villain is briefly subdued but Doc Strange and Power Man succumb to the disease at the end. Uh-oh. The next issue teaser has Jessica Jones so that's reason enough for me to want to read it.

[tonystarkbingo]

Week 23-24 Roundup

We’re finally catching up!

Title: And Put up a Parking Lot Collaborator: 27dragons Link: AO3 Square Filled: A3 - FREE Rating: Gen Major Tags: None Summary: The Guardians of Galaxy Park need the crew’s help keeping their favorite park from being turned into a parking garage. (a Leverage AU)

Title: They’re Lesbians, Steve Collaborator: buying_the_space_farm Link: AO3 Square Filled: A1 -  picture of Tony and Steve at dinner Ship: FrostIron Rating: Gen Major Tags: Fem!Toni, Fem!Loki Summary: Toni hated when this happened. She really did. Why couldn't people all just know that she was dating her amazing and wonderful girlfriend Loki? Word Count: 1247

Title: Karma is a bitch and so are you Collaborator: Nix3994 Link: AO3 Square Filled: A5 - Sunset Bain Ship: Tony Stark/James “Rhodey” Rhodes Rating: Mature Major Tags: Past Abuse, Past Rape/Non-Con Summary: Rhodey has been planning this for many years... Word Count: 1108

Title: Amid The Falling Snow Collaborator: Iron_Eirlyssa Link:  AO3 Square Filled: A2 - Snowed In Ship: WinterIron Rating: Teen Major Tags: None Summary: When an enemy is trying to target Bucky, things go wrong and he is transported into a frozen wasteland. Fortunately, he's not alone. He did still want to talk to Tony Stark about some things, after all. And it helped the guy was good to have in a survival situation, too. Word Count: 5603

Title: The Bliss of Ignorance Collaborator: 27dragons Link: AO3 Square Filled: R3 - didn’t know they were dating Ship: WinterIron Rating: Teen Major Tags: None Summary: Bucky and Tony are friends. It only makes sense they’d do nice things for each other. But there’s nothing between them. Really.

Art Fill  Collaborator: fancydragonqueendraws Link: Tumblr Square Filled: S1 - Steve Rogers Ship: Stony Rating: Gen Major Tags: None Summary: Steve and Tony staring at each other

Title: My Turn Collaborator: rebelmeg Link: AO3 Square Filled: T5 - Picture of Tony in the Mark I armor in the mouth of the cave in Afghanistan, flame throwers alight Ship: None Rating: Teen Major Tags: Post-battle violence mentioned Summary: The battle is over, Thanos is dead, and the Infinity Gauntlet is on the ground at Tony's feet. Word Count: 533

Title: Fluffy Blackberry Pancakes Collaborator: JacarandaBanyan Link: AO3 Square Filled: Smell Ship: WinterIron Rating: Gen Major Tags: None Summary: Bucky shows up in the lab scratched up and sporting red-stained teeth. This leads directly to pie baking and pancake making. Word Count: 1886

Title: Broken Boys Club Collaborator: MagpieWords Link: AO3 Square Filled: S1 - Rocket Raccoon Ship: None Rating: Teen Major Tags: None Summary: It started as a joke. They were similar, in weird and broken ways, but they weren't friends. They didn't really know each other. Which made it weird that Rocket was standing on Tony Stark's porch at four in the morning with a barely standing Bucky Barnes. Word Count: 11818

Title: The Lobster Robot That Steals Knives Collaborator: Jacaranda Banyan Link: AO3 Square Filled: Outsider POV Ship: WinterIron Rating: Gen Major Tags: None Summary: “What is that?” He asked. “And what made that noise?” “He’s a new bot,” Tony said. His voice radiated that pride and happiness it got whenever he was talking about his creations. “Winter Wonder and I have been working on him all day. I’ve been taking care of the engineering, and your buddy’s been teaching it. The little guy got a little too enthusiastic about learning one of Sergeant Snowflake here’s moves, and tried it on one of my more delicate machines. Which, you know, no big deal, I only had it out because I was going to throw it away. It was pretty old.” “Why does it have a knife?” Steve demanded. “Tony, why did you give your robot a knife?” Word Count: 2551

Title: Square A5: Constructed Collaborator: Dracusfyre Link: AO3 Square Filled: A5 - Constructed Ship: None Rating: Gen Major Tags: none Summary: The Soul Stone tries to tempt Tony with visions of a future he could have with a snap of his fingers. Word Count: 1337

Title: Chapter 15: A New Kind of Shield Collaborator: 27dragons Link: AO3 Square Filled: K3 - [image: CA:CW tony shooting at steve] Rating: Gen Major Tags:  Spoilers for Infinity War Summary: What did happen to Cap’s shield after the Civil War?

Title: budding incarnadine Collaborator: deathsweetqueen Link: AO3 Square Filled: S2 - picture square Ship: WinterIron Rating: Explicit Major Tags: Explicit sexual content, referenced/implied character death, PTSD Summary: When JARVIS alerts him to Bucky’s approaching arrival, Tony starts to panic. Shit, shit, shit. He snaps his fingers, pulling down the hologram in front of him before Bucky can see, just as Bucky steps through the door. He turns his head towards the monitor beside him, free of any incriminating information. “Tony, are you coming to bed?” “No, sorry, can’t come up right now,” Tony murmurs, absentmindedly, his eyes focused on the screen before him. He hears Bucky blow a breath out between his teeth and the slow pad of Bucky’s bare feet across the floor. He’s practically vibrating, but something in him loosens when Bucky wraps his thick arms around his waist, leaning his chin on Tony’s shoulder. Thankfully, Bucky isn’t quick enough that he actually catches what Tony had been working on, and he manages to swipe it away before Bucky could see. Word Count: 5688

Title: Wait, Dating!? Collaborator: Iron_Eirlyssa (Eirlyssa) Link: AO3 Square Filled: S5 - Didn't Know They Were Dating Ship: Tony Stark/T’Challa Rating: Teen Major Tags: None Summary: They first met in The Hague. Tony was there for the investigation into Ultron. T’Challa was there with his father, who was working on a framework for superhero oversight. And then, they kept meeting up. Word Count: 8798

#tonystarkbingo #tonystarkbingo2018 #bingo fill roundup

[urbanenemy]

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45'S  Couldn't believe a word / Lonesome lane ACT  Too late at twenty / Protection AIL SYMUDIAD  Geiriau / Annwyl rhywun / Cura dy law ALARM  Marching On / Across The Border / Lie Of The Land ALICE'S JOY  Call On Me / I Never Said AMY BOLTON  Tres Chichi / Make Me Run BEANO  Little Cinderella / Bye And Bye BILBO  She's Gonna Win / You Wanna Be Your Lover BILBO BAGGINS  Saturday Night / Monday Morning Blues BLOOM  Don't break this heart / Can I get you for the night BOBBYSOCKS  Let it swing / La det swing BONNIE ST. CLAIRE & UNIT GLORIA  Waikiki Man / Will It Help Me BOYFRIENDS  Boyfriend / Give a litle take a little BRIAN COPSEY AND THE COMMOTIONS  Love's Made A Fool Of You / Wendy CAP HORN  On N'Attend Plus Que Toi / Ecoute Et Danse CHERRIE VANGELDER-SMITH  Goodbye Guitar Man / A Day Will Come CIRCLES  Angry voices / Summer nights CLASH  English civil war / Pressure drop CUBA  Furtive winks / Valkyrie of love DONKEYS  No way / You Jane DRONES  Can't see / Fooled today EIRE APPARENT  Rock 'N Roll Band / Yes I Need Someone FAMILY FODDER  Savoir faire / Carnal knowledge FLYIN' SPIDERZ  City boy / I don't wanna go GENERATION X  Ready Steady Go / No No No GENEVA B.R.A.  No No No No / Maxine and Mandy GINGER  Something Wasn't Quite Right / How Good It Feels Tonight GOING STRAIGHT  Imagination / Me woman HAPPINESS  Tryna Get Thru 2 U / Working On A Good Thing IAN LLOYD  Slip away / Easy money JET STAXX  French girls / Promotion KELLY GROUCUTT  Am I A Dreamer / Anything Goes With Me KEYS  ALBUM LP KEYS  Just A Camera / It Ain't So LITTLE BO BITCH  It's Only Love / I'm Confused MEKONS  Where Were You / I'll Have To Dance Then NICK VAN EEDE  All or nothing / Hold on to your heart NIGHTSHIFT  Dance in the moonlight / Don't rush the good things NIGHTSHIFT  Love is blind / She makes me love her P45  Right Direction / B.I.N.Y.C. PATRICIA PAAY  Who let the heartache in / Will we meet again PENCILS  Pictures Of Paris / Steal Your Love PIERO  Quelle Époque Épique Et Punk / J'ai Un Baobab Dans La Main PLEASERS  You don't know / Billy R.B.ZIPPER  Come back Marianne / Lamplight lady RENEE  Sweet Nothings / Alligator Boogie RIFF  Ska Det Va Så Svårt / Leta Guld ROBERTO JACKETTI & THE SCOOTERS  One Day's Enough / So Fine ROCK N' ROLLER  S/T LP ROMANTICS  When I Look In Your Eyes / What I Like About You ROTJOCH  Tomorrow / Rock & roll rendezvous SALFORD JETS  She's gonna break your heart / Bright city lights SAX MANIAX  Never gonna lose me / Keeping it quiet SHAUN CASSIDY  Do You Believe In Magic / Teen Dream SHOOTER  S/T LP SLADE  Burning In The Heat Of Love / Ready Steady Kids SLADE  Skweeze Me, Pleeze Me / Kill 'Em At The Hot Club Tonite SLADE  Gudbuy T' Jane / I Won't Let It 'Appen Agen SWEET  Wig-Wam Bam / New York Connection TEENAGE HEADS  TORNADO LP THIN LIZZY  The Rocker / Here I Go Again TOMMI OHRNER  Looks Like A Heartache / Angela TOMMI OHRNER  Rock 'n' Roll In Old Blue Jeans / I Like Every Part Of You TONY PILLEY  Off The Hook / Mummy And Daddy UGGLA...  Centrumhets / Everything You Do V.I.P.'S  Need Somebody To Love / One More Chance // Stuttgart Special / Who Knows / Jannie WACKERS  I Hardly Know Her Name / I Hardly Know Her Name WILDFIRE  FLAME THROWER LP XDREAMYSTS  I Don't Wanna Go / Silly Games YOUNG MODERN  She's Got The Money / Automatic

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