#but look we get grandpa tony out of it!!! am I forgiven?

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Irondad fic ideas #105

AU where Peter is Tony's biological son and his real name is Thomas Stark. When Tony finds out about Spider-Man they have an ugly fight ending with "Peter" disowning himself and dropping off the map. He finds shelter with the Parkers and becomes Peter Parker

Tony tries to find him but Peter knows how to bypass their technology. For almost 20 years Tony thinks he will never find his son beyond pictures of him in costume

One day a social worker and the police show up at his house with three children. They tell Tony that his son died in a car accident along with his wife, and these children are his grandchildren, who will now be in his care

(During the last nearly 20 years Tony moved to a mansion upstate, retired as a superhero, and married. A few months before the police arrived Pepper also died)

The children are 11-year-old twins May and Ben and 5-year-old Annie. Heartbroken at the prospect of his son being dead, Tony tries to get away from these children who remind him so much of his son. Meanwhile, the children explore the Stark estate and its family, and May faithfully believes that her father is still alive and that the accident was a hoax created by someone greater, and clashes with her grandfather to get answers. And, the Ross-funded, post-Sokovia SHIELD tries to encourage and pressure Tony into giving up custody of the children

Tony reflects on his actions as a father and what he could have done better, bringing him closer to his grandchildren

Fic idea submitted by @miranha-on-miranhaverse via message <3

#fic ideas still postponed y'all but what can I say I've been back online when I shouldn't be and this submission is very cute #real sad tho! tony my buddy! #irondad fic ideas #also big lowkey but is there a secret Peter is Alive and Tony and the three babies have to go rescue him plot in here or is it just me #irondad and spiderson #iron dad and spider son #i'm STILL on tumblr timeout I promise #this is just........ a minor setback #but look we get grandpa tony out of it!!! am I forgiven? #irondad fic idea #peter parker #tony stark

[imagine-buckycap]

Babysitting- Bucky Barnes X Reader

Prompt: You and Bucky are tasked with babysitting Morgan and things go a bit awry.

Word Count: 1,593

Warnings: none (:

CAUTION: CONTAINS ENDGAME SPOILERS. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

A/N: Hello everyone!! I know I have been gone a long time, but I am back and ready for action! And now especially since the spoiler ban for Endgame has been lifted, I have more prompts that I’m itching to write than ever. So of you guys have requests the box is always open, so go ahead and send those in, and I hope you guys are having a good week so far. XX

In the wake of Tony’s death Morgan was a constant. Someone who would always be around at meetings and other important events because her Mom refused to leave her with a sitter.she was always under the table or nicking pastries and sandwiches from the catering counter in the meeting room. But none of us minded, her mom wouldn’t leave her with a sitter. And this was for good reason, every time Pepper left Morgan for longer than 30 minutes she would inevitably scare the sitter off one way or another. Her most recent scheme; she stole some tech from Tony’s garage and ran around the forest with a repulsor on each hand, using old logs and the occasional boulder for target practice. She has also been known to employ Friday and use her to chase the sitter away….Ever since she had been regularly attending meetings, typically tasked with taking ‘diligent’ notes and making sure none of the breakfast pastries went to waste.

You had become accustomed to seeing her around, and she had become accustomed to using her plump cheeks and deep brown puppy dog eyes to win a spot on your lap at each meeting so she would be able to “listen better”, and the pastries her mom said she couldn’t have but you gave her anyway. It wasn’t long before Pepper picked up on this relationship and approached you one day after a particularly long meeting.

“Hey I know this is a lot to ask, and you can totally say no, there’s no pressure. But would you maybe watch Morgan tonight? I have a Gala to go to and they have a strict no kids policy, it’s a black tie event and I don’t have-

“Of course I will Pepper, it really wouldn’t be a problem,” you assured, looking down at Morgan who was busy reading a book about computer microchips, a stolen book from her Dad’s personal collection no doubt.

“That’s so great to hear, I will go down to the parking garage and grab her booster seat from the car, give me one sec and I’ll meet you on the street. Where did yo park?” Pepper asked.

“Oh you mean right now, yeah I- uh, I’m parked on the corner of Graham and Bellflower, by the coffee bistro,” you informed. Pepper nodded and let go of Morgan’s hand, causing the small child to look up from her book.

“You two are gonna hang out tonight together while Mommy attends a very important Gala, Ok?” Pepper cooed to Morgan. She nodded in agreement and smiled up at you, you smiled back.

Pepper handed you the booster seat and before you could even ask which way it was supposed to face, she was gone. You struggled with the seat for a solid 45 minutes, the small snide comments from Morgan were no help either. She finally caved and helped you install the damn thing, and you could tell your struggle slightly amused her. On the ride home she asked you about where you lived, you explained that you lived in a small apartment on the other side of town, and that you had a small chubby cat you affectionately named Gravy. She was very excited to meet Gravy.

Once you arrived home and unlocked the door Morgan made herself at home on the couch, right next to Gravy. She cooed at him and pulled his ears a little too hard, but he didn’t mind. As you were looking through the fridge for a suitable snack for Morgan, Bucky waltzed into the kitchen, clad in sweatpants and a tight t-shirt.

“You could at least look decent, Bucky, Tony Stark’s progeny is in our living room, and not gonna lie, she scares me,” you confessed. He looked at you from the counter, his face unamused.

“So that’s what all that squealing was,” he mused, crossing his arms over his chest, thinking.

“What?” you asked. He shrugged. “I’m gonna get that kid to like me if it’s the last thing I do. I mean we all know her Dad never did, so I’m gonna make her like me dammit,” he proclaimed. You found a string cheese and various fruit in the fridge, and some crackers in the pantry, while Bucky lamented his plan to you.

“Uh-huh, you go ahead and do that, babe,” you mused while you assembled the cheese and crackers onto a plate, hoping furiously that this child didn’t have any allergies.

“Do we have any juice?” you asked Bucky, who was busy looking around the corner and into the living room at the small child.

“I dunno,” he answered. He was obviously not paying any attention to you. Due to his lack of attention, you thought you’d mess with him a little bit.  “Oh and also, I’m cheating on you with Sam and I’m also pregnant with this unborn child,’ you mused.

“Holy shit, what?” he asked, whipping around from his post at the corner to look at you. You laughed and smacked his butt lightly on the way out of the kitchen.

You emerged into the living room to find Morgan and Gravy essentially having a staring contest.

“Morgan, are you hungry? I made you a snack,” you offered. She continued to stare at the cat. Bucky tried next. “Morgan, do you want something to eat? After all, you’ve had such a long day attending all those important meetings with your Mom.” At the sound of a new, male voice, she broke her gaze to look over at Bucky. Her eyes doubled in size as she took in the man standing by the TV. Silently, she got up off the couch and crept over to Bucky. Her face was determined and her eyebrows were furrowed deeply on her forehead, she was thinking. He stood motionless, looking down at the small girl approaching him. Neither of them spoke nor broke eye contact. Finally, when Morgan was no more than three steps away from Bucky, she spoke. “I know who you are,” she accused. Bucky sighed and tried to put his best foot forward.

“Do ya now?” he asked. She nodded and closed the gap between them, reaching out to stroke the back of his gleaming hand lightly, she couldn’t reach much higher up. She ran her hand up and down the ridges on his hand, still looking up at him.

“Yeah. You’re the guy who killed my Grandma and Grandpa.” Bucky Winced. “Daddy tells me that story every once in a while, but he says you’re not a bad guy, you were just made to do bad things. He told me it’s not your fault and you can’t help it. He also told me you’re better now. Is that true?” she asked, stepping back to look at him. He was quiet for a bit; probably trying to think of his response. I stepped in.

“Bucky is mostly better, he still sometimes feels bad, but he would never hurt you, or anyone else for that matter. He is working on it,” you explained. Morgan nodded and pulled lightly on Bucky’s hand.

“Can I touch the gold?” she asked. Bucky nodded and crouched down, bringing his bicep to her level. She stroked the smooth metal, completely captivated by the technology whirring quietly inside. Bucky was still silent, but his eyes were glossy. You could tell he was elated for two reasons. One, the girl liked, practically loved, him, and two, Tony had forgiven him, somewhat, for what he did all those years ago.

“Hey Morgan, do you wanna play a board game?” you asked after she was done grilling Bucky about his arm and everything about it.

“Yeah, sure” she agreed. You marched down the hall to the closet where you kept the games. After about five minutes of trying to decide which game Morgan would like best, you finally slid CandyLand and Monopoly out from the piles. You figured you would let her choose. You rounded the corner to the living room and the sight before your eyes nearly sent you into cardiac arrest.

“James Buchanan Barnes, why does Morgan have a knife?” you asked, not wanting to come any further into the living room.

“She felt unsafe,” was his simple answer. You were about to ask why a 6 year old would feel unsafe when Morgan turned to you, brandishing the knife with a perfect stance and forward thrust. So she wanted to learn how to knife fight from the most revered assassin in the entire world. This child was a handful, but you had to say she was resourceful

“Well now I feel unsafe,” you mumbled, taking a step back.

“Do you want a knife?” Bucky asked. You shook your head, stepping forward and grabbing the knife from Morgan.

“Since when is it a good idea to give a 6 year old a knife?” you asked.

“Nat held one for the first time when she was 4. I want the youth of today to have choices. If she wants to be a knife-wielding 8 year old, then so be it. Kids do weirder things,” he defended. You shook your head in defeat. So Bucky was not to be left alone on babysitting duty, noted.

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