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jackiequick · 7 months

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Meet more of the family, Miss Stark & The Youngest Barnes | Marvel OC

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Liv Stark ⌚️

Full name: Olivia Charlotte Stark-Vega

Nicknames: Liv, Vi, Lottie, Lola, Clary, Char, Charlie, Miss Vega, Snark Central

Age range: 5-18

Height: 5’1

Relationship status: Single

Background: American with Peruvian, Polish and Italian descent

Father: Anthony Stark

Godmother: Elizabeth Stark

Godfather: Jason Underwood

Brother & Sister: Rei and Morgan Stark

Step-mom: Pepper Potts

Uncles: James Rhodes, Happy Hogan & rest of The Avengers

Abilities: A bit of geek and hacker due to her love of technology, basic hand to hand combat since she enjoys boxing and her witty personality. She’s young so she hasn’t gotten plenty of skills yet.

Personality: Liv has a smart touch, gentle soul, sweet, charming and easy going. She is a bit of a bitchy girl and stubborn about everything she does. If she wants to do something, she will probably sneak out to get it done. She got a some of anxiety and a nervous twitch (which would grow over the years since Liv is afraid of being alone and in the dark about a lot of things), this creeping fear and sadness that will take over her if not careful.

- However Liv is very accident prone, she’s always getting hurt one way or another, giving everyone an heart attack since the age of 9 since she’s always been a active little girl. So in result she give Tony and something for Rei to roll his eyes about.

- From an young age, she has always been into tech, jewelry and over all. Wanting to build and grow a her own little things, she was a Stark it’s a given! She watched a lot of movies so she got creative with her ideas.

- Random fun fact, one of her favorite movies is 10 Things I Hate About You, just because she likes Kat Stratford’s aesthetic and attitude. But it’s many Action Movies and Rom-Coms that she will watch with Pepper, that she enjoyed. It’s where she gets her inspiration for things.

- She adored the idea staying in the lab, tinkering and cleaning up the inventions that were made. She practically lived in there, staying home to help and learn. It caused never want to leave that house in general, having a bit of mouth on her after hearing the adults always speak their minds (so don’t be surprised this girl start rambling and throws out whatever bullshit that appears in her thoughts), but it allowed her to be a safe within those four walls.

- It didn’t take long for her to start filling up a notebook with designs on how to incorporate technology into fine jewelry (aka The Stark Watch, necklaces to tracking and security measures, bracelets to be use for defense purposes and rings can be transformed into gauntlet).

- She’s always been bit of business women! Wanting to create products to help people, keeping an eye on things from behind the scenes, represent and model for Stark industries and such.

- But she was still so young, so her parents and siblings didn’t want her to grow up so soon in the spotlight of it. She’s a kid! And she understood that, it bothered her but she understood why. So she stays hoping her time could come where she can help out the group.

—> Because little did she know that theses little gadgets and gizmos that would be incorporated into the ideas her father and older brother would use as fashion purposes in the future with their own suits. Aka they’re Iron Man suits!

—> I know you may be wondering about her family life, well Liv raised well per say. She had to move around a lot as a child, especially since Tony never wanted the public attention to be on her just yet and her mother wasn’t sure that she would taken care of. It took convincing from Pepper and Jason to let her stay home with them, so everything was fine after that.

Her relationship with her father was an nice one. When it comes to parenting his kids, Tony was a rather dramatic, embarrassingly loud at times, a little cocky and stubborn parent per day, so it’s a bit difficult to get him to calm down and talk softly with him. Tony cares a lot about his children, having Rei and Liv to take care of but he was always busy with the company having to arrive home late, events he had to attend and ending up being tired.

Other than that, he tried to make time for his son and daughter, bringing them to the lab and everywhere he could. Even if he got in trouble afterwards. Tony always tries to inspire his daughter to do what she loves and experience things, be caring, make sure she was alright too and etc. But they make it work!

Ohh, did I forget to mention how annoying and protective Tony can be as a parent? He will take everything very seriously or not serious at all, acting out if something goes wrong and he tends to be questioning his motives. Even blaming himself if something bad were to happen to his family. Tell Tony Stark you have a crush? He sends JARVIS to keep an eye on you. Ask Tony for something like a new backpack for school? He buys you something else.

In his defense, he does everything with so much love (even if he doesn’t always portray it in the best way).

Her relationship with Rei however—you wouldn’t think it but rather wholesome, since she’s the little sister he never exactly wanted. They were completely opposite to one another, he’s grumpy and she’s easygoing, he rather work alone in silence and she rather work with music blasting and etc. But as much as Rei may be annoyed and want to throw his little sister out of the house, deep down he cares about her, even though he didn’t show it to her very often and he’s very protective of her ever since he was a child.

Rei and their father, always trying to keep Liv out of harms way and safe at home. Even if they tend to fail at times.

Since Tony was always busy, Rei tends to be one to look out for Liv and keep her in check, being her personal bodyguard for everything she does. If it was up to him, Rei would wrap his baby sister in bubble wrap and not let her leave the house!!

When they were kids (and even now) Liv would follow Rei wherever he went and wanting to copy him, be like her big brother because he always around the corner with something snarky to say to her and a huge potty mouth (it resulted in her having a huge attitude as well). She will always be the one to encourage Rei’s designs for suits and talk to dad about something.

He talks and she will absolutely love to listen to him (even if 85% of the time she has no idea what he’s talking, cause he’s smarter than her at a lot of things.)

Sometimes you will find Liv in a moody way shutting everyone out of her room and just curled up in a ball, similar to brother and to be honest, it concerns Rei a bit when it happens. But he would probably try to snap her out of it, even not he will let her be in her moody moments. He knows how it is

At the end of the day, no matter how different they were with one another and the paths they choose, they cared in their own way. Even if when they’re public, they act like they don’t know one another.

—> As for her relationship with the Avengers and Young Avengers! Ooof let’s stick to first impressions, shall we?

She met all of them when she just a child, joining Rei and Tony on a simple basis day with the group. She first started watching her father talking with Bruce Banner, and she took a liking to him very much seeing how nice, gentle and reserved he can be. But there an edge to him, that she found to be cool.

As for when she met Rick, it was when him and Rei were chatting. Her first impression of him, to her the young man is that he looked like a old school Disney Channel Star with a nice smile and warmth, with a glint of mischief in his eyes.

So when she saw Bruce, Rick, Rei and Tony all work together in their own separate labs blasting music so loudly..the only thing Vi said, “Oh no, there’s 4 of them!”

When she met Natasha, she just cool and rather chill per say acting like the nonsense agent with a soft side. Romanoff’s daughter on the other hand, she was just curious about her and Vi liked that.

Same thing goes for Clint and his daughter, they were just cool people. She was always amazed with the skills they had, and a part of her always knew that Clint Barton was a family man. And she was right, when they appeared at the Barton’s Barn years later.

Meira and Luna were just so relaxed, gentle and sweet girls. She adored how they acted with their teammates and siblings, especially Meira since she was a little sister just like her. Sweet and snarky.

Ethan was just super chill and suspicious of everything, Rei didn’t like him and carried Vi alway from from very quickly. Cole was just so mischievous, snarky smile and tossing jokes every day, making Vi laugh or snort. But a part of her respected him greatly, cause she heard he was VERY powerful.

Liane, well she didn’t like her right away. She annoyed Olivia very quickly and she sent painful glared toward the girl who tried to make friends with her. After a while she softened toward Ms Felton, but it took a long time cause she saw Rei didn’t like her either.

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Daphnia Barnes-Wilson 🪫

Full name: Daphnia Ramona Wilson-Barnes

Nicknames: Daphne, Nia, Daph, DD, Sparky, Daffy, Fifi, Birdie,

Other name while on the run: Davina, Robin

Age range: 7–20

Height: 5’7

Relationship status: Single

Parents: Bucky Barnes & Sam Wilson

Background: American with Mexican and Chilean Origin

Aunt: Sarah Wilson

Uncle: Steve Rogers

Sister: Laurie Wilson

Brother: Benjamin Barnes

Abilities: Marksmanship and Acrobatics, having took some gymnastics classes. She’s also a bit of a fast learner so she’s fluent in English, Spanish, Russian, Portuguese and some French.

Personality: Gentle, a little broken due to being let down a lot in life, warm-hearted, clumsy, a bit shy and humorous at times. But if she’s anything like her fathers, she’s stubborn enough, a little self-sacrificing, and willingly to help no matter what.

- Sam and Bucky have been together for a while now, since their chemistry was a challenging one it always hard to settle down and figure out what they want. However a house, family and future for their kids was always one of them.

- They already had Laurie and Benjamin, so they thought two kids was enough as it is. But things took a small turn when they stumble at a orphanage in Brazil for a mission and met this no named little girl who gave both of them the most honest smile.

- Sam has always been one to have a big heart, so wanting a big family was always part of that. So his heart spoke before his words ever could, wanting to adopt her. Bucky Barnes on the other hand was a little hesitant—well more like worried—about the whole thing, he always wanted a little piece of normalcy and he got it with Sam and their kids. But adding a 3rd? That was a lot of responsibility, but he caved as soon as he hung out with the girl.

- To be honest, they saw a bit of themselves in her. So she was adopted when she less than 10 years old and brought into a family of oddly comforting heroes. They named gave her a name and did everything they could to make her feel comfortable. Welcomed.

—> So Davina (or Daphne) as they called her grow up with her parents and siblings. As loved as she was, she always felt alone and feared that it will all be taken away from her. Especially with the fact that her parents were heroes themselves, there was always a chance that they can end up hurt or worse, if not careful.

- But Bucky always made sure to tell her and every single one of his children, “Don’t worry, I’ll always come back home to you guys, no matter how long it takes.” And Sam would tell them, “You’re our kids, we will always love you and be there to tuck you in bed whenever we can.”

- Sometimes they would be gone for 2-3 days, maybe a week or a whole month leaving the kids in care of family and friends. Laurie was the oldest of the siblings, so they could handle themselves very well and or sneak off to join the fight ending with them in trouble. Benjamin being the second oldest, so he rather stay behind during the fight and stay with his sisters and friends.

- Speaking of fights and travel, when if plenty say battle isn’t place for children. Sometimes Sam and Bucky had no choice but to bring there kids with them to places like Wakanda, Stark Tower, France and or let’s say Germany for instance. Even though it was a hassle to bring children along for the ride, it was an interesting learning experience and a way to test out their kids

- And to be honest, Daph and her siblings enjoy it a little too much. Cracking jokes, running around, exploring different places and meeting interesting people, and creating new ideas among one another. It was a field trip for them sometimes.

-> And if your wondering, yes Daphnia is team #HateJohnWalker! When she found out, she was ready to take her baseball bat and wack his head with it, demanding the Shield back with a glare. Bucky couldn’t be more prouder of her in that moment laughing, meanwhile Sam rolled his eyes unable to believe what he heard.

- Random fun fact, she played baseball before she was ever adopted and had really good aim, depending on where she was hitting. It was a trait her siblings carried on as well, especially Benjamin even if he was more reserved one, he had a great aim.

- She always loved any sport that involves movement and play, soccer being one of them (since she lived in Brazil for a while). She liked to think she was rather talented when it came to that, even if she was a problem when it came to being around other kids, having a small temper and glaring at other people. Mainly, it was her insecurity that she hid underneath her own glares.

- Matter a fact all the kids were talented in their own way ever since they were younger. Daphne when she was very little, believed at the time that she didn’t have any good talents and wasn’t as smart enough as it is. Until Sam took her out to the shopping and noticed that she stopped in front of small gymnastics building with wide eyes, softly grinning at the sight. She pleaded for him to let her walk in and see the girls, he nodded letting her watch. As she did, Daph realized she wanted to join in on the fun and dance as well. Sam couldn’t stop himself and called Bucky for his opinion on it.

- She started her classes soon enough and enjoyed it for the most part, her body was rather sore after some classes. So she wasn’t too happy about that part. When Bucky told Nat about it, the Russian spy came in shocked and said, “If she wanted to learn some acrobatics, why didn’t you come to me or Lydia? Barton would’ve showed her!”

- Bucky just rolled his eyes and replied, “Cause she wanted that to be her own thing. And it doesn’t hurt to have some normalcy around her, Romanoff. I think it’s a good thing..” And Bucky was right about that, since he loved seeing his husband and children happy, enjoying themselves and having a break from the hero world. Hell, he goes to every talent show, buys items needed and participates in whatever is needed. Even if he’s not too happy about it at first.

- Of course as much as acrobatics were her own thing and all she ever wanted to do, so she can have that skill set. That didn’t stop the idea of having good marksmanship in her left corner, she was already good with a baseball bat and Bucky was more than happy to show the basics of how to hold/use a gun to his kids. Sam wasn’t too pleased about that idea though saying, “They’re too young!”

- And to be honest, Daph was pretty good with a gun. Swinging it swiftly and tossing the gun in her hands, holding it up to her target (which was an old target board hanging outside nearby the trees). However that didn’t mean she didn’t play around with the gun at first, holding in her hands and pretending to be a spy. “Barnes, but you can call Agent Daphnia Wilson, at your service.” She said with a giggle, humoring herself.

- Daph was always a little silly, cocky and daring. Not thinking first and asking questions later kinda gal—oops! So it lead her to getting in trouble sometimes, breaking certain curfews if she out at the movies with a friend (like with one of the young avengers), being a little lazy about things and running away from her problems like a champ. But by the end of the day, she was good girl.

-> Speaking of Young Avengers and Older Avengers. You’re probably wondering who’s her favorites are and first impression were of the teams huh? Well, here are your answers.

Steve Rogers and Natasha Romanoff were a given to being liked by her, due to her parents being friends with them. I mean come on, they are basically Captain America, The Black Widow and the rest of Cap’s Quarter.

Moving down the list Thor was always a silly man to her, hearing stories how he speaks in old English and is very noble when it comes to the things that he does. According to the stories from Sam, he was a rather loud fella with a good heart.

Clint Barton, she took a liking too finding his simple ways of life and honest charm to be a nice thing to see. Plus Clint has a similar murder stare to Bucky, so it was funny to see their resting faces when they’re in the same room together.

The man, the myth, the legend himself (or that’s at least what people like to say) Tony Stark was always one of a kind. She was very nervous to meet all of The Avengers, one of them being Stark having seen how the persona he displayed on TV screens and the stories. But in reality, Tony was just a genius goof with snarky humor, so it lighten up her mood.

It was like Bruce Banner sensed her nervousness from a mile away since she appeared in The Tower. He noticed the child behind Sam Wilson holding her jacket, leaned down to her level to kindly introduce himself to the girl and watching parents reactions. Soon enough, with Bucky leaning against the wall with a nod of encouragement, Daph started talking to Bruce with such softness and gentleness.

As for the rest of them, she met them some time later. The Young Avengers. She met the Stark siblings, Rei wasn’t in the lightest mood having no like the idea of meeting Barnes or Wilson’s kids but Olivia gave her a warm welcome and waved at her before rushing off to meet her friends at the mall.

Natasha Romanoff’s daughter Rochelle was kind enough to show her and her siblings around, chatting with them knowing it felt to be the new kids. Daph liked her reddish hair and kind smile.

Liane was something else, having been on a rambling mess when she met Daph and trying to figure out what to do with her plans. Laurie laughed as her sister snicker at the blonde, meanwhile Benji just rolled his eyes confused wanting to get away from there.

Meira was and will always be a delight to meet, since Daphnia met her that same week in The Tower’s kitchen and taste testing her new batch of cookies. They were delicious.

Speaking of food, when Daphnia met Rick she got the same warmth and kindness she remembered from being Bruce. But this time it involved snacks and jokes around his week at The Tower, she was all ears listening to him as they entered the kitchen to find some chicken nuggets.

Cole and Luna, it was more magic and fun spells when she came to see them. The two were casting some spills, when she got caught in one of them being turned into a little mouse by accident. Cole laughed as Luna worried, but they turned her back to normal soon enough.

Ethan was the 3rd sibling she met, and she thanked all the Stars and Stripes that it was a simple meeting. He was watching a movie, being Monsters Inc. when she met him the guy joining The Young Avengers for a movie night.

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airas-story · 2 months

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Just Dinner

“You’re burning the food!” Peter called out, an evil little cackle in his voice that no one would ever believe him capable of.

Peter was, as far as everyone else was concerned, a veritable angel.

“You could help,” Tony grumbled, grabbing the pot of burning noodles and taking them off the heat.

Peter appeared at his side, smothering the small spurt of flame with a towel. “It’s your date,” Peter pointed out, with all the sass that a teenage boy could possess. “Doesn’t that mean it’s your job to do all the work?”

“It’s not a date.” It was far more important than that. Tony put a hand on his hip, turning to look at Peter with his most severe look. Peter was not at all quailed. But then, he never was. “Do you want me to succeed or not?” He waved to the burned noodles. “Because this isn’t really a ringing endorsement for Stephen to stick around.”

Peter considered it for a long moment before nodding. “I’ll fix the noodles, you do the meat and the vegetables.”

Tony shifted to the side as Peter threw away the burnt noodles and pulled out more from Tony’s pantry.

“You don’t need to be nervous, you know,” Peter said in an annoyingly practical tone.

Tony rolled his eyes, nudging Peter out of the way so he could grab a pan for the meat. “I know.”

“Stephen really likes you,” Peter said, tone reassuring. “Almost sickeningly so, actually.”

“I know that, too.” Stephen wasn’t the sort to mince words or feign emotions. Which meant that Tony always knew when Stephen was being genuine. He knew how Stephen felt about him.

Stephen liked him. Loved him. Trusted him. The important things.

“He’s going to say yes,” Peter added.

Tony certainly hoped so, but Stephen seemed to live to either subvert or exceed people’s expectations. It was impossible to know exactly how Stephen would react to anything.

Which made this whole thing nerve wracking.

“As long as I don’t serve him something inedible,” Tony said lightly, distracting from that particular thought.

Peter gave him an affronted look. “I can cook.”

Barely.

The thing was Tony could cook. Most of the time, at least. But apparently his nerves had gotten the best of him. Which was ridiculous. He had no reason to be nervous. He’d fought aliens, not once, but twice. Had created a new element while dying. Had been blown up who knew how many times—not him.

The point was. Dinner with Stephen wasn’t exactly a good reason to be nervous. He’d eaten with Stephen plenty of times.

He just normally wasn’t asking Stephen to marry him.

That was the sort of thing that only happened once. Hopefully, at least. He didn’t put it past him and Stephen to get caught in some sort of time loop that involved multiple marriage proposals.

That sort of thing happened to Stephen and these days Tony got pulled in to more and more ridiculous scenarios.

Not that he minded. Not when it was Stephen.

“Mr. Stark!” Peter’s voice interrupted his thoughts. “You’re going to burn the meat!”

Tony cursed, pulling the meat off the stove. He poked at it with a fork, shifting it around. “It looks… edible,” he decided. Maybe a little charred, but that just gave it flavor.

Peter gave it a doubtful look. “Hopefully Doctor Strange thinks so too.”

Stephen had always given the attitude of being a bit of a food snob, but Tony had never known him to actually turn something down.

“It’ll be fine.” He hoped.

“Boss, Doctor Strange has arrived,” FRIDAY announced.

Well, Tony thought despondently, that meant that the meat had better be good enough, because they didn’t have time for anything more.

He waved at Peter. “Go say hi. I’ll… finish this.” He waved at the food. “And then you’re going home. I do not need an audience for this.”

Peter scampered off. “Doctor Strange!” His voice was bright and chipper. “Mr. Stark burned the noodles!”

Tony heard Stephen’s low tones responding to Peter’s absolutely unnecessary exchange of information.

Tony breathed in as he threw the food on to two plates.

It was just dinner with Stephen.

Where he was going to ask Stephen to marry him.

No big deal, right? Because Stephen loved him and Tony loved Stephen and that was an important place to start.

Tony was as cool as a cat, completely unbothered, totally in control of his emotions.

He had this.

Hopefully.

#ironstrange #fic #tony stark #stephen strange #peter parker

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shydaydreamer28 · 30 days

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Passive Aggressive Stephen Strange. 😏 He will never rest until he knows what Wong is writing abour him!!!

Strange's pettiness knows no bounds. Lmao

But it's a big moment for him to openly call Wong his friend.

All good material found in this Iconic book.

If Strange's writing were this good in the films, he'd feel more like a real char. and closer to Dr. Strange - instead of Sociopathic Tony-Stark-At-Home. Lmao

#wongstrange #strangewong #marvel #doctor strange #stephen strange #MCU Wong #mcu heroes #mcu strange #dr. strange #mcu #marvel mcu #marvel cinematic universe #MCU WongStrange #Marvel books #dr. stephen strange #doctor stephen strange

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dailygotg · 8 months

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TONY STARK IN THE INVINCIBLE IRON MAN (2022)

#comicedit #marveledit #gotgedit #avengersedit #ironmanedit #themarvelmultiverse #cbnetwork #usergenosha #marvelcomicsdaily #tony stark #iron man #avengers #gotg #char: tony stark #type: comic edit #comic: the invincible iron man (2022)#queued #*original

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boxofbonesfic · 2 years

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Okayyy, potential trope for you. Let's see if I can get your gears turning.

It's nice to meet your idol, right? Maybe it's your favorite actor or musician.

Say, our dear reader finally scores tickets to a meet and greet of some sort. She's been saving up for a while and she's very excited to meet [guy of your choosing]. Said man takes an interest in the reader and invites her to an after party. While initially excited, once there, the reader sees this isn't exactly what it's cracked up to be.

One specifically for Cap. Similar to the plot above but not an AU. Captain America saves the reader's life in one of the many attacks on New York lol. The reader delivers baked goods to Steve as a thank you, but it seems he has other plans. American's Golden Boy may not be as sweet as everyone thinks.

Title: Baker’s Dozen

Pairing: Dark!Steve x Baker!Reader

Wordcount: 1,378

Summary: You just want to deliver a personal thanks to the man who saved your life.

Warnings: Dark, Implied Noncon, Drugging, Burnt Fluff, Meet Cute, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, MINORS DNI

A/N: i had so much fun writing this, even though it took three tries! Unedited and unbeta’d, I do not consent for this or any work to be posted anywhere else by anyone but me. Read at your own risk, and mind the warnings. Enjoy!

The elbow narrowly misses the box of cupcakes in your hands, but only because you turn away just in time, taking the unassuming blow to your side instead. You grunt with pain, and the blonde who’d elbowed you looks back over her shoulder. Her eyes track over you like she’s sizing you up.

“Sorry.” You can tell by the curl of her lip that she isn’t sorry at all. “We’ve just been waiting here so long, I was stretching out.” She’s wearing a Captain America t-shirt, Steve’s smiling face looking out at you soullessly from the image. “Have you been here long?”

You’d been waiting longer than she had—but unlike her, you weren’t there as a fan, not really.

“Yeah,” you reply tartly. “A while.” Her obligational apology complete, the blonde turns back to the tower entrance, standing on her tip-toes to catch a peek of the heroes inside. You were in awe of them, but not like her. Last year, during the invasion of New York, Steve Rogers had personally saved your life. The memory is still so vivid that it sours your stomach.

Horrible, alien chattering, the smell of charred flesh—no thoughts, only cold, clear panic—bodies, under the rubble, under cars, in the street, running—and then him. Cutting down your pursuers with a precision that chilled you to think about.

“It’s okay, doll. Let’s get you out of here, okay?”

You wouldn’t be here without him.

The crowd begins to murmur, people jostling you as they begin clamoring for a glimpse of the people approaching the tower. The low murmur rises, becoming a dull hum and then louder as the street began to echo with the shouts of adoration. It’s like the Avengers are celebrities, not heroes, the way people scream and fawn. You clutch your container as the sea of people rocks you, praying you don’t lose hold of it.

All of them are there—Natasha, the Black Widow, Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, Thor—and Steve Rogers. You try to go over your script in your head again, trying to remember all the parts. Hi, I just wanted to thank you for—

“Tony! Tony Stark!” Someone behind you screams. “I love you!” His head swivels in your direction, and your face burns with secondhand embarrassment.

“These for me?” He asks you, smirking as he gestures to the box.

“I, er, well actually—” The blonde elbows accidentally-on-purpose again, and this time your box slips from your grasping fingers, and tumbles face down onto the concrete.

“Ooops.”

You bite your lip as Tony bends down to collect the card inside, swiping a glob of frosting off of the front of it, before his eyes flick up to you.

“Not for me, then.” He looks over his shoulder. “Capsicle, this one’s all you.” Your heart hammers in your chest at his words, and embarrassed tears begin gathering in your eyes. You’d gone to a lot of trouble to wait here, just to thank him. There were others he’d saved, you know that, but… still.

This was stupid anyway.

Steve pulls the card from Tony’s fingers, and your face heats as his eyes move over the thank you written on the inside. You’d rather hoped you wouldn’t be around when he read it, but then again, you’d hoped he’d actually be able to eat the cupcakes you’d spent the better part of this morning—and yesterday night—slaving over. But instead, they were smashed on the sidewalk, and he was reading your card right in front of you.

“I, I—”

“You made these for me?” He asks, and you swear steam must be pouring out of your ears, from the heat of your cheeks.

“Yes,” you murmur, clearing your throat before repeating yourself, louder. “Yes. I wanted to say, um. Thank you. For saving me.” He flashes you one of those million watt smiles you’ve seen him give on television, and your chest tightens.

“Well I’ll tell you what. Since I didn’t get to eat these, why don’t we try this again?”

“Again?” You repeat stupidly, your brows knitting together.

“Again.” He confirms with a nod and a wider smile. “Why don’t you come by again tomorrow evening?” His eyes flick to the blonde beside you. “Less chance of any more accidents.” Steve winks at you, and you stammer out a yes. “Perfect. Lookin’ forward to it, doll.”

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This time, security escorts you into the building, your last two cupcakes clutched against your chest. The same blonde is out there again, and she glares daggers at your back as the black paneled doors close behind you. Steve is waiting for you in the lobby.

“You made it,” he says, waving. “Good.”

Stiffly, you hold out the container. “This is, um. For you.” He takes it, and you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear nervously. “I just. I didn’t get to say thank you, that time. I know you probably don’t even remember, but—”

“Thirty fourth street.” He says, softly. You don’t realize he’s talking to you at first, until his eyes find yours. “Right? That’s where you were.” Your heart is pounding so loud you’re sure he can hear it. “I remember you.”

You swallow thickly. “O-oh.”

“Why don’t you come up? I can’t eat both of these by myself.” He says, wiggling the container a little. The delicately frosted roses inside are some of your best work, it had been a particular blow to see them get destroyed yesterday.

“I, I shouldn’t, I—”

“Nonsense. Please, I insist. I won’t consider myself properly thanked unless you eat one of these amazing looking cupcakes with me. Please.”

You hedge for a moment longer before nodding. “Alright. It’s just… I eat too many of them anyway,” you joke, trying to ease the tension. He smiles, heading for the elevators. His room is high up, on a floor that makes you dizzy when you look out of the window and down to the street. It’s more like an apartment than a room, and you wonder dryly if Tony Stark is a decent landlord.

Steve steers you over to the kitchen, seating you at the island. “Anything to drink?”

“Water, please.”

“I’ve got… sparkling? I think Tony stocks this stuff,” he mutters, and you laugh.

“I’ll take one off your hands.”

You fiddle with your phone as he pours it into a glass, and slides it across the counter to you. With barely concealed anticipation, you watch him open up the container, and remove the blue rose cupcake from its wrapping. You take a sip of the water, immediately regretting it as the bubbles spark and burn against your throat.

“You like to bake, doll?”

“I had my own bakery,” you say, chasing a few stray droplets of water from your lips. “You know, before.”

“I’m sure your boyfriend is very proud of your success.”

Your face goes hot. “I, um, I don’t—”

“No? I find that hard to believe.” His gaze feels heavy as it rests on you. “You’re so sweet.” He takes a bite, and the resounding moan makes you want to squirm in your seat. “That’s amazing. Knew it would be,” he wipes a dot of frosting from his cheek, and you take another big swallow of your water. “You know, out of all the people I saved, you’re the only one to come and thank me personally?”

You blink slowly at him, processing the words. You don’t know why it takes you a moment longer than it should.

“N-no? That’s terrible.” The words feel clumsy in your mouth, like there are too many syllables in them.

“Oh yes. You know, I remembered you,” he reaches across the counter to touch your arm, and his hand lingers. “Sweet, soft,” his voice drops lower. “Alone.”

Your stomach lurches, and the room tilts as you try to scramble away from him. The floor—how did you end up on the floor?—is cold beneath your clammy palms as Steve comes around the island.

“You’re sweet on me, doll, admit it. I don’t mind,” he says, dropping to a squat in front of you. Steve licks the rest of the icing from his fingers, taking his time with each. “Because I think I’m sweet on you, too.”

fin

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natty-light-of-my-life · 1 year

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you are three one four me (pi day special)

summary: mechanic!reader celebrates pi day with their girlfriend in an unexpected way.

happy pi day, nerds!

The first thing you learn as a mechanic, often the hard way, is that the best designs keep it simple. The less complex a machine is, the fewer potential failure points they create. When you see contraptions with too many fittings, too few access points, and way too many dumb features, you know to stay far, far away. Well, you tried your best, anyways.

Working for Tony Stark, you’ve learned (often the hard way), is nauseatingly, annoyingly complex. The man was a genius. Weapons. Flight suits. He understood those concepts better than any other person on Earth, you’d reckon. You would trust Tony with your life on the battlefield.

But not in the kitchen. Never again.

Friday, bless her soul, could control all the appliances in the kitchen, thanks to Tony’s integration of the AI with the Avengers compound. The AI could control the humidity of the room to a tenth of a percent. She could start running the faucet and fill the sink up with soapy water. She could place an order for the carton of eggs that you forgot to buy at the grocery store. It was great!

Except.

Except, sometimes, Friday would misinterpret a request. After all, a computer was only as smart as the programmer. And Tony, brilliant Tony, did not spend much time in the kitchen.

Which leads you to the current moment. The fire alarm screeched throughout the compound as you ran out into the hallway. The emergency lights flashed, refracting among the hazy, smoke-filled air. You ran towards the kitchen, where the smoke seemed to be heaviest, grabbing the red fire extinguisher from the wall. The floors were already damp, so you assumed that the sprinklers had been triggered. The smoke, however, had not stopped.

You spun around the kitchen, trying to locate the source of the smoke plume. Your eyes widened as you found the flames. The oven was on fire. A big fire at that. You knew the kitchen was all electric, so no natural gas, thank goodness. But still, the oven had somehow caught on fire while you were downstairs in the garage. You saw a bottle of wine broken on the counter, and next to that, a large grease fire where a jar of cooking oil was usually kept.

If you weren’t drowning in smoke and coughing, you would have let out a string of expletives. Something your meemaw would not approve of and would make Steve blush. You coughed violently again before covering your nose and mouth with your shirt. You lifted the fire extinguisher and quickly turned towards the oven. Yanking the pin out, you took the nozzle and aimed quickly at the base of the fire. Squeezing the trigger, you generously doused the fire in a side-to-side motion. The smoke aggravated your throat and your eyes started tearing up from the heat. Of course, today would be the day when you were alone in the compound. Everyone else was at brunch. Whereas you were about to be turned into brunch. Toast. Char-broiled. Maybe they would serve you with a mimosa.

Eventually, you got the fire under control. With one last squeeze of the fire extinguisher, you snuffed out the last of the flames. You took a second to cough again and try to clear your watery eyes before you marched over to the patio doors. You jerked the glass door wide open, pausing to make sure they stayed in their position. Once you were satisfied that you had done everything you could, you went back to your room, grabbed your phone, and walked away.

Not five minutes later, the sound of an approaching vehicle caught your attention. You were sitting on a bench outside the compound, trying to get fresh air into your lungs. It was working, but unfortunately your clothes had not fared as well. You were covered in soot and water and fire extinguisher chemicals.

When the van arrived carrying Earth’s Mightiest Heroes skidded to a halt in front of you, the first thing you noticed was a blur of red hair engulfing your vision. She had jumped, out of a moving vehicle, mind you, and grabbed you by your shoulders. You stood still and gave her a little smile.

“I’m fine, Nat.”

She glared skeptically at you, “your voice sounds a little hoarse. I don’t know about that.”

Leaning down, you gave her a big, tight hug, “Don’t worry. Still at full strength, see?”. She grunted in annoyance, but you could hear the relieved sigh she let out. Her arms tightened around you.

“Glad to see you’re alive, MacGyver,” greeted Tony. You pulled away from your girlfriend.

“No thanks to you, Tin Man.”

“Me?” Tony gasped, “what did I do?”

You gestured to the building behind you. “Your kitchen caught fire, that’s what. And you didn’t equip your sprinklers to handle grease fires.”

Everyone headed upstairs as you explained what happened, and Tony’s face scrunched up in confusion.

“But why was the oven on in the first place?”

“No clue, Tony,” you shrugged, “I was in the garage all morning fixing Natasha’s bike. That she broke. Again.”

Nat chuckled, “Not my fault that those guys were shooting at me.”

“Um no,” Clint chimed in, “It was at least one-hundred and twenty percent your fault.”

The Black Widow shrugged, “Occupational hazard.”

“I’m so sorry, guys, it’s my fault this happened!”

Everyone turned to Wanda, who shuffled in place and turned guiltily in your direction, “I’m sorry,” she repeated.

“Uh,” you started, “no worries. The bike is fine! And we caught the bad guys last week!”

“No,” she shook her head, looking down at her feet, “the fire. I think it’s my fault. Before we left the restaurant, I told Friday to preheat the oven to three-fifty.”

You scratched your neck, confused, “that’s nothing abnormal. Did you have anything in the oven? I didn’t check.”

Wanda shook her head, “No. I had a pie in the freezer that I was going to bake when we came back. But I needed the oven to preheat first, so I told Friday to turn the oven on while we were at brunch.”

“I don’t see how a three-hundred and fifty degree oven could cause all that trouble,” frowned Bruce.

You pointed to the spilled wine and jar of cooking oil. “I think it was just smoke at first, but then the sprinklers came on and the water knocked over the bottle of wine,” your index finger trailed a path from the broken bottle on the counter to the oil, “The alcohol probably ignited, and the sparks lept to the cooking oil. I reckon that’s what happened.”

Bruce nodded, “Sure. But what caused the smoke in the first place? Wanda set the oven to a perfectly normal operating temperature. I don’t see why it would start smoking like that.”

You shrugged.

“Wanda, what did you tell Friday to do, exactly?” Tony asked, trepidation lacing his tone. You glanced over at him curiously.

“I sent a text,” Wanda responded, pulling out her phone and reading her latest message, “‘Friday, please set the oven to 350’”.

“Ah shit,” Tony sighed, bringing his hand to his face.

Natasha raised an eyebrow at the man, “Share with the class, Stark.”

Tony chuckled nervously, “Don’t get mad buuuut I may have set up Friday in metric units.”

You let out an exasperated breath, “Tony….”

“Totally not your fault, Witchy! But you maaay have accidentally set the oven to three-fifty degrees celsius.”

Clint frowned, “Doesn’t water boil at a hundred degrees celsius?”

You pat the man on the back, “Yup. Tony’s dumb and American, but he made his AI smart and European. The oven was set to approximately six hundred degrees fahrenheit.”

Natasha flicked Tony’s forehead in retaliation. But soon, a thought crossed your mind and you perked up, “Wait, does that mean there is still pie in the freezer?!?”

….3.14159265359….

It turned out that Natasha heard about your affinity for the fourteenth day of March, a.k.a Pi Day. As a science nerd in school, you near-religiously celebrated the holiday with all sorts of circle-shaped foods like cookies and pie. She thought it was cute, and wanted to make your first Pi Day together memorable. So she enlisted the help of Wanda to bake your favorite pecan pie. She and the rest of the team had used the excuse of brunch to go to your favorite restaurants for cookies, pizza, and even a shepherd's pie.

However, Tony’s programming hiccup meant that instead of a lunch filled with laughter and pie, you ended up on the floor of the kitchen, installing a new oven and repairing everything the fire destroyed.

“Babe,” Natasha said, poking your thigh with her foot, “you really don’t need to fix everything right now. Don’t you want to take a break after going through the fire?”

You mumbled, as there was a flashlight in your mouth as you laid on the floor under the cabinet, “Nuh-uh, thuh soonuh I fis this, thuh soonuh weh geth pae.”

Natasha scoffed from her perch on the other counter, “Oh sure, babe. There’s nowhere else we can get pie. It’s not like we live in one of the food capitals of the world.”

You slid out from the cabinet and removed the flashlight from your mouth, “Not meemaw’s pecan pie! There’s no way we can find a proper pecan pie up here.”

She laughed, “Meemaw would forgive you if you settled for a subpar pecan pie.”

You shook your head, putting on an exaggerated faraway look in your eye, “You haven’t met my meemaw, Natty. Don’t even mention y’alls yankee doodle pies at Christmas or we’ll have to break up. Her heart can’t take that type of betrayal.”

Natasha blushed. “Oh, I’m going to Georgia for Christmas this year?”

You stuttered, the tools in your hands knocking into each other as you sat up, “I mean yeah if you want. I assumed that. Well if –”.

The redhead laughed and leaned down to look at you, an adoring smile on her face, “I would love to go home with you for Christmas, baby.”

You beamed up at her.

She kissed the crown of your head, scrunching her nose at the cloud of smoke that lingered on your person. “But let’s survive Pi Day first, alright?”

You pulled her down from the counter and she dropped into your lap with a huff of laughter. You nodded in agreement and pulled your girlfriend into a kiss. Sweeter than pie.

#natasha x y/n #natasha x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #pi day #fluff

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spacecadet-ticklesinspace · 10 months

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IronFam Prompt! Tony makes breakfast for his kids (can just be Peter and Morgan but Harley as well if u want) but its actually disgusting and extremely burnt.. the kids make fun and tease Tony for his terrible culinary skills. and bc their now hungry Tony offers them some raspberries. ofc they say yes and Tony tells them to go wait by the couch while he finds them.... I would love to see your take on this prompt if you wanted

The Breakfast Fate

Summary: See prompt above 😁

(Okay, this is so cute! ❤️ I hope you like it Anon and I'm sorry there's not a lot of tickling ❤️ There's another prompt that was sent in that ties into this one really well . . . Maybe a potential sequel? 🤔 Enjoy! :))

When Peter and Harley had agreed to a sleepover at the Stark residence, a smoke alarm wake up call wasn't how they pictured today to go. Yet here they were, bolting awake at 7 am to the sound of blaring alarm.

Harley rubbed his eyes as he tried to untangle himself from his blankets. "What's going on?"

Morgan poked her head out of her blankets. "Are there bad guys?"

Peter jumped up. "No that's the fire alarm!"

Harley was on his feet in an instant. "In the lab?"

"I don't think so!"

While the two hurried out of the room, Morgan struggled out of her blanket nest. "Wait for me!"

Harley's eys widened as he scrambled back to grab her. "Come on Morgan."

The three kids ran out of the room and into the living room. Here the alarm was the loudest.

Peter covered his ears. "That sounds like it's coming from up here!"

"Then it's not the lab?" Harley asked.

"I don't know!"

Morgan covered her own ears. "It's loud!"

"Yeah that's an alarm for ya!" Harley hefted her up. "What triggered it?"

"I don't know! Where's Tony?"

Suddenly, a loud bang made all three of them jump. From the kitchen came a string of curses followed by another bang.

The three kids raced into kitchen to find Tony dunking a pan into a sink full of water. A loud hiss followed by a big cloud of smoke and steam followed up. "Friday! Turn off all fire alarms!"

"But sir, smoke is still detected in the kitchen."

"I know, turn it off!"

Finally, silence settled throughout. With a sigh of relief, both Morgan and Peter dropped their hands.

Harley spoke first. "What the heck just happened?"

Tony whirled to see the three kids standing in the kitchen. "Welp, morning everyone."

"Tony, what were you doing?" Peter asked.

The older scientist pinched the bridge of his nose. "Well I was trying to make pancakes and it did not end well."

"Obviously," Harley muttered.

Morgan giggled. "Daddy mahade aha mehess."

"No, I just burned a couple pancakes."

Peter picked up a piece of bacon. "More than just pancakes."

"Pfft! Wohow, the great Tony Stark can make ahany chemical compound, on the molecular level too, but he's baffled byhy eheggs."

Tony flicked a piece of charred bacon at the older boy. "Ungrateful."

"We appreciate the thought Tony." Peter dropped the bacon back on to the plate. "But we are making fun of your cooking skills."

"You don't even know how to cook."

"That's not true!" The young teen crossed his arms. "I can so make Ramen!"

Harley set Morgan down. "And without turning it to dust."

The older scientist arched one eyebrow. "You're pushing it."

Meanwhile, Morgan tugged on her father's sleeve. "I'm hungry Daddy."

"Us to Morgan, but we currently have no food to eat." Harley held up a burned pancake. "Tony burned it all."

"I didn't burn it all!"

"Then what do you call this?"

The older scientist crossed his arms. "Well done."

Morgan tugged her dad's shirt sleeve again. "But Daddy, what are we going to eat?"

The older two chuckled as Tony huffed. They were just genuinely having a laugh while not hurting their mentor's feelings.

It seemed like Tony enjoyed the laugh too as a wide grin overtook his face. "Look, I'm sorry about the food. To make it up, why don't I get us some raspberries and we'll enjoy them on the couch?"

Morgan jumped up and down. "Yay! Raspberries!"

Something about Tony's smile made Peter's spider sense tingle. "I don't know about this."

An arm was slung around his shoulders. "Come on Pete, would I deceive you?"

The young teen stepped out of the hold. "Yes."

With a huff, Harley yanked his surrogate brother toward the living room. "It's fine Pete."

"B-but---!"

"Don't worry Peter." Tony grinned even wider as the three headed to living room. "Everything's going to be okay."

"Yeah, that's not reassuring."

Harley playfully pushed the young teen's head. "Don't be such a worry wart Pete."

Morgan eagerly hopped on to the couch. "Daddy's getting raspberries for breakfast!"

Peter crossed his arms. "Why would he have raspberries?"

"To put on the pancakes," Harley shot back.

"But why?"

"Cause some people like to put fruit on their pancakes."

"But don't people normally put strawberries on them?"

Harley pinched the bridge of his nose. "I don't know, maybe they were on sale. Do you have to question everything?"

Peter crossed his arms. "Only when I have suspicions."

While the older two glared at each other, Morgan gently pulled her surrogate brother toward the couch. "It's okay Petey, Daddy won't hurt us."

"I know he won't hurt us, but there's other things he can do---."

Whatever Peter was going to say became promptly cut off by a tackle. The young teen thudded to the ground with Tony on top of him.

"Ack!"

"You were right underoos."

"Tony?"

The older scientist pinned him to the floor. "You should have been suspicious."

"Tony, what are you doing?" Harley demanded.

"Giving Peter some raspberries."

The young teen's eyes bugged as Tony rolled up his shirt. "Wait! Wahait! Tony nohoOOO! YOHOU JERK!"

The other two went wide eye as they watched Tony blow multiple raspberries into Peter's tummy. Peter had been right. The scientist hadn't been talking about edible raspberries, he had meant the raspberries that turned Peter into a cackling squirming mess right before them.

Peter squealed. "RUHUN!"

Immediately, Harley and Morgan bolted from the room with Peter's squeals echoing in the background.

Once the teen was breathless, Tony let him go as he collapsed on to the floor. "You good?"

Peter kicked at Tony. "Yohou suhuck."

"Funny." The older scientist ruffled Peter's hair. "I never heard you tell me to stop."

The tips of Peter's ears flamed bright red. "Shuhush!"

"What? Ihi think it's adorable." The older scientist kissed Peter's forehead. "But remember this the next time you make fun of my cooking."

"Ihits not myhy fault yohou buhurn everythihing!"

"No, but you can keep your comments to yourself."

Tony helped his mentee up as the last of his giggles died down.

Peter let out a playful groan. "Why mehe?"

"You picked up on it first. Plus you can use those webs to get away easier."

"So you took me ohout whihile my guard was dohown?"

"Gave myself a tactical advantage Pete." The older scientist gave him one last hair ruffle. "Now if you'll excuse me, I've got two other kids I have to find."

"Have fuhun," Peter replied before pulling himself up onto the couch. "I'm gonna take a nap."

Tony chuckled and took off down the hall. "Sleep tight."

Needless to say, Peter slept through every squeal that followed.

#lee peter 1 #ler tony stark #harley keener #morgan stark #ticklefic

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spoodrm4n · 1 year

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This is Me Trying

Chapter One: ‘Cause I Haven’t Moved in Years

Pairings: Harley Keener/Peter Parker

Summary: Peter is struggling after losing everyone closest to him-- May, Tony, Ned, and MJ. Harley is struggling with where he came from and the parts of his past he never healed from. Harley needs a roommate and Peter is getting evicted.

Read Ch. 2 here

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Peter Parker isn’t a bitter person– or at least he doesn’t think so. After all of the detrimental events that have taken place in his life, he’s not bitter. He refuses to believe he’s bitter.

Sure, he’s living alone in one of the worst apartment complexes in Queens, works two jobs just to afford rent and the bare essentials of life all whilst attending Queensborough community college. In the midst of all of this, he patrols every night, only getting a couple hours of sleep a night. And it’s only been a month since he watched his aunt die and the whole world forget him— including the people he loved most.

He misses May with everything in him. The grief bubbles up his throat more often than not and sometimes it’s all encompassing and doesn’t let him breathe. He could’ve done more– done better and saved her. Sometimes when he washes his hands he can still see her blood on them. He barely sleeps because he’s plagued by the memories of her death replaying over and over and over and over…

MJ and Ned live on without him and he’s unbelievably happy for them. Sometimes he’ll spot them walking the streets near the coffee shop MJ works at. Sometimes Peter is selfish and even though rent is late and the coffee shop is twenty minutes away, he goes there anyway, just to make sure she’s still okay. Of course she is; he’s not there to screw up her life.

Ned is the same. He’s still Ned, but not his best friend Ned. It’s odd to think of how people change whenever you’re no longer a lasting impact on them or a constant in their life. Peter misses the sleepovers, building legos, the lab experiments, and the patrolling with Ned as his guy in the chair and it makes his heart ache.

Another wound that Peter harbors is the death of Tony. When Peter had come back to life from the snap the first thing he had thought to do was find Tony. Nothing else had mattered in that moment. He had found him amidst the chaos of the battlefield and they had hugged and Peter was whole. Not even five minutes later he would be the shell of the person he was. The tears had dried out and nothing was left but numbness. He remembers Mr. Stark’s half-alive eyes and the way his charred skin burned his nostrils. It had been too much. He still has yet to get over that first loss and he hasn’t. He doesn’t know where to start.

He patrols more– all that he can. He saves everyone he can and stays up at night due to the ones he can’t. He gets a bit more reckless, having to stitch himself up more often that he would be willing to admit. Peter is hurting and all he knows is to push it down. Push it down as far as he can and swallow the bitterness because that’s what he isn’t.

Life could certainly be better, but Peter believes he isn’t bitter.

Harley Keener is a bitter person. He’s grown up bitter and angry and spiteful and he’s well aware. He doesn’t hide it, either– refuses to. If there’s two things Harley is it’s most certainly bitter and honest.

He’s bitter at the fact that he remembers the sounds of his dad beating his ma. He’s bitter that sometimes he would be the one getting beaten instead. He’s bitter at the fact that his dad left when he and Abbie were just kids. He’s bitter that his ma had to pick up two jobs just to support the three of them and that he couldn’t do anything but watch for so long. He’s bitter that he was forced to grow up entirely way too soon. He’s bitter because Tony was one of the only good things in his life and just like everything else it got ripped from him.

He had moved to New York not too long after Tony’s death. Pepper had reached out to him the weekend of Tony’s funeral and had disclosed that there was a large sum stashed away for Harley. Included in that was a suit made specially for Harley as well as a lab that was to be shared with someone named Peter Parker.

Pepper had tried to remember any mention of the boy, but she would always end up drawing a blank. It also didn’t help that the kid was practically untraceable.

Harley had bought a nice apartment just outside of Queens in Manhattan and spent his time working through his classes at ESU, doing some contracting work for neighbors or others around the area, and helping save the citizens of New York as his secret identity of Iron Lad.

He’s bitter and angry and resentful at the world he’s grown accustomed to and he’s well aware of it.

…

“Harley, honey, how are classes going?” Harley rushed to press the phone against his ear, almost missing what Pepper says as he walks into his apartment, kicks off his shoes, and locks the door.

“They’re going fine, ma’am. Midterms are keeping me on my toes, though.” Harley walks further into the apartment, setting his keys down on the kitchen counter and bending down to lean his elbows against the marble.

“How many times do I have to tell you to just call me Pepper?” He hears her sigh from across the phone line.

“I’m afraid you’ll have to tell me plenty more.” Harley feels the ghost of a smile pull at his lips.

“How’s the search for a roommate going? I’m sure there’s plenty of applicants.” Pepper changes the subject and Harley stands up straight now, moving to the living room and eyeing the stack of applications on the coffee table.

“Sure are. All seem like a bunch of stuck ups, though. No one’s caught my eye.” Harley’s honest with her, picking up a few papers and tossing them back down half haphazardly.

“That’s a shame. I know how lonely it can be living by yourself. Another person would do you good, Harley.” Pepper knows Harley is struggling, no matter how much he covers it up with jokes, hard work, or just being plain mean. Harley knows she sees right through him.

“Yeah, I know. I’m working on it, Pepper.” He sighs, sitting down on the couch and switching the phone from his right ear to his left. The thing is though, Harley doesn’t necessarily want a roommate, but Pepper’s been on his ass for the last couple months. He knows she’s only worried about him, but Harley’s doing fine. He’s fine.

“I know you are. I have to get going, Morgan has gymnastics and she’s been reminding me about it all day,” she laughs and Harley musters a smile. He can imagine Morgan’s pouty face and her puppy dog eyes.

“Yes ma’am. Can’t keep Mo waiting,” Harley’s smile turns sad as he remembers how long it’s been since he’s seen the two.

“Bye, Harley. Don’t be afraid to call.” Pepper and Harley don’t say ‘I love you’ well, they say it in different ways. They both understand, though.

Before Harley gets a chance to respond she’s hung up and he’s left in his own silence. His shoulders slump and tilts his head back, closing his eyes and thinking about what he has to do tonight.

He decides to go through new applications first, hoping to ease Pepper’s worry. He stands and heads for the front door, quickly finding the mailbox attached to his door. He opens it and a hefty stack of papers await him. He groans, dreading going through all of these applications. He makes his way to the dining table and stacks them neatly in front of him as he sits down.

He’s about a third of the way through the stack when a familiar name catches his eye. “Peter Parker…” He says aloud, grabbing the paper from out of the stack and examining it carefully.

“Nineteen years old, goes to Queensburough, works two jobs, lives alone…” Harley rattles off, eyebrows furrowing the more he reads. “Fallen on hard times and it’s become hard to afford an apartment alone.” He finishes. He re-reads the application more, observing the way that Peter had described himself and how he is studying in engineering. “Peter Parker…” Harley mumbles again. He knows that name. He makes a mental note to text Pepper about the name and ask her if that name is familiar. He’s almost certain he had heard Pepper say his name before.

His eyes find the phone number on the top of the page and he pulls his phone out of his pocket, typing in the number. It rings once, twice, three times, then goes to voicemail.

“This is Peter! I’m sorry I couldn’t answer your call, I’ll get back with you as soon as I can, thank you!” Harley is slightly annoyed and surprised by the cheery voice that filters through the speaker. The dial tone beeps and Harley blinks, kind of caught off guard.

“Hi Peter, I got your application for sharing the apartment and I’d like to meet with you to discuss further options. Thank ya much, Harley Keener.” He hits the end call button and sets his phone down on the table, continuing to go through the applications.

…

Peter stops in front of the door of his apartment, getting slapped in the face with the bright yellow paper stuck to his door that reads, ‘60 day eviction notice’. He swallows down the lump in his throat as someone clears their throat from behind him.

“Rent has been late the last four months, Mr. Parker. I’ve given you multiple chances and it just isn’t working out.” Peter turns on his heel and is met with Mr. Hall. He wears a deep frown, almost like he doesn’t want to kick Peter out, but has no choice. The guy clearly has a choice, though; he’s been doing just fine with Peter’s late rent. Someone’s probably offered the guy more money for the place that Peter doesn’t have.

“I know and I’m so sorry Mr. Hall, I’ve been trying really hard. It’s just–” Peter’s cut off by Mr. Hall finishing his sentence.

“You work two jobs and you’re going to college? I know Mr. Parker and I’m very sorry, but I can no longer tolerate this. I’ve been patient these last few months but I have a family to feed.” Peter knows it’s bullshit, but forces a smile for him instead.

“Okay, I understand.” Peter is short and he quickly turns around, ripping the note off his door and swallowing down the lump in his throat. He shuts the door behind him and grits his teeth, setting his backpack on the floor so he can run his hands through his hair.

He had filled out multiple applications for people looking for roommates in the area and only one had gotten back with him so far, but the rules were entirely too strict for Peter. There was no way he was going to be able to be SpiderMan and live under the same roof as the guy.

He threw the eviction notice onto the counter and picked his backpack up, carrying it to the small desk in the corner to finish his homework. By the time he was done, the sky had gone dark and the city streets became just a bit quieter.

Peter breathes out, placing all of his finished work back into its assigned folder and stood, stretching out the stiffness that came with sitting in a poorly made, wooden chair. He chances a glance out of the one window in his one room apartment and decides to turn the police scanner on, getting ready for patrol and putting on his SpiderMan suit. He was itching to get out of the cramped space he called ‘home’.

…

Harley fiddled with the hot sleeve on his coffee cup as he waited for Peter to arrive. The guy was already ten minutes late and Harley was about to finally get up and leave, accepting he’d been blown off, but the dinging of the front door bell stopped him.

He looked up and his eyes met with a boys' brown ones. Harley immediately recognized the boy across the coffee shop as Peter, recalling the photo from his application. Peter looked impossibly better in person. His brown hair curled at the ends, but it wasn’t necessarily messy, his eyes were a deep brown, but shone in the sunlight that streamed through the many windows in the shop. He was dressed in a baggy sweater that looked like a lucky, vintage find in a thrift store and some dark-washed jeans. His tennis shoes were teetering on the edge of falling apart and he had a navy blue backpack slung over his shoulder.

“Are you Harley?” Harley blinked and found that Peter was standing right in front of him now, eyebrows pulled together and hands nervously gripping the straps of his backpack.

“Y-yeah, go ahead and sit down. Ya know you’re late?” Harley gestured towards the chair across from him, motioning for Peter to sit down.

“Yeah, I’m really sorry about that. You know how awful it can be to get around in the city sometimes.” Peter flashed Harley an apologetic smile, sitting down in the chair and setting his bag on the floor next to him.

“I understand. So, Peter, tell me about yourself.” Harley was intrigued by Peter. The moment he watched him walk through the door he had wanted to know more about him.

“There’s not much to say other than what was already on my application,” Peter shrugged, fingers picking at the skin around his nails.

“Well there wasn’t a lot about you on the application. I know you attend Queenburough and have two jobs, but that’s about it.” Harley quirks an eyebrow, elbows leaning on the table in front of him.

“I’m majoring in engineering and minoring in psychology. I live in a one room apartment that smells like a dumpster because it’s all I can afford– or was. I like photography, but I haven't had much time to get into it again, though.” Peter shrugged, eyes meeting Harley’s every now and again.

“Got any family that lives ‘round here?” Harley leans forward as he studies Peter. The hurt that flashes across Peter’s face is only there for a split second, then it’s gone again.

“No.” He answers simply and Harley furrows his eyebrows. It’s obvious his question had been a surprise and touchy subject for Peter.

“They live out of state?” Harley assumed Peter’s situation could be similar to his. He misses his ma and Abbie and makes a mental note to call them at some point this week.

“Uh, no. I don’t really have any family left.” Peter shifted uncomfortably in his seat, eyes avoiding Harley’s. The pieces fell into place and Harley lets out a small ‘oh’ at Peter’s words.

“Shit, I’m sorry.” Harley’s mouth is dry– he doesn’t know what else to say, really.

“It’s alright. I think I’m slowly coming to terms with it.” Peter dares to meet Harley’s gaze. His stomach turns at the look of pity on Harley’s face.

“Ya shouldn’t have to. Look, I’m gonna be honest– I could really use a roommate. The woman that’s practically my second mother has been on my ass about not living alone. And it seems like you could use some company yourself, so, when can you move in?” There’s a few steps Harley skips in the interviewing process, throwing caution to the wind. He’s drawn to Peter and he doesn’t particularly know why, but he wants to.

“That’s it?” Peter’s jaw is dropped, eyebrows raised.

“Well, yeah.” Harley shrugs. He figured Peter would be eager at his offer.

“How much is rent?” Peter asks before he dives head first into what the blonde is offering him.

“$150 a month. I’m pretty well off, honestly, and I would really just need you to pay for utilities and groceries.” Peter has to stop his jaw from hitting the table.

“Any rules I should know about up front?” Peter believes this is too good to be true.

“I would prefer if you kept your dirty shoes off the rug, don’t forget to clean up after yourself, and shower everyday. Don’t need ya stinkin up the place.” Harley rattles off. “If you let me do me, I’ll let ya do you. Simple as that.”

“Well of course I’m gonna shower everyday who do you think I am?” Peter rolls his eyes, arms crossing over his chest.

“I don’t know your life, Parker.” Harley pops the ‘p’ if Peters last name in a satisfying and annoying way.

“Well, what if I was a murderer? And-and you just let me move in with you on a whim?” Peter gaped, hands motioning wildly. Harley blinked at the boy.

“Well are you?” Peter paused, staring back at the blonde.

“Am I a murderer?” Peter re-affirmed, voice hushed as to not alarm the other patrons enjoying their coffee.

“Yeah, are you?” Harley challenged, arms crossed against his chest. He already knew the answer.

“No! Of course not–” Harley cuts Peter off by standing, the legs of his chair scraping against the tile floor.

“Then it’s settled. You’re moving in with me.” Harley won’t take no for an answer.

…

It’s a week later and Peter has packed all of his life into a total of four boxes. Harley is supposed to pick him up and help him move, but now that Peter is all packed, he realizes there’s not much help to be had.

A knock at his door snaps him out of his trance and he moves to open it. On the other side, there’s Harley who looks like he’s just seen a homeless man piss into a bottle at Central Park and throw it in the kids playground. “You weren’t joking about the dumpster smell, Pete.” Harley pushed past Peter and into the small, empty apartment.

“I’m all packed up.” Peter says, choosing to ignore Harley’s comment. Harley places his hands on his hips and surveys the room, his eyes landing on the four boxes stacked neatly across the room.

“Only four boxes?” Harley turns around, head tilted like a confused puppy.

Peter nods back at him, “to be fair, when I first moved here there was only one.”

Harley can’t decide whether to laugh or frown, so he settles on pulling his lips into a thin line. “Well let’s get a move on, Parker.”

It takes them one whole trip for the both of them to take the four boxes downstairs to Harley’s car. Peter knows he should be at least a bit embarrassed, but he can’t find it in himself to care. He doesn’t think Harley cares that much either; it just makes the process a whole lot easier anyhow.

Peter’s honestly impressed that Harley even has a car. New Yorkers don’t really own cars and when they do they have money.

“You drive?” Peter breaks the silence that has fallen over the two on the drive to Harley’s apartment.

“Good observation, sweetheart.” Harley smirks and Peter fumbles on his next words.

“No-no like— I know of maybe two people that own cars and live in the thick of New York,” Peter clarifies and Harley hums.

“Well I’m not from around here. I moved up from Tennessee for college and in Tennessee you can’t really walk anywhere too quickly. Had to learn how to drive to get around and get a half decent job– although that’s a joke when it comes to Rose Hill.” Harley explains. Peter mentally notes Harley’s accent. Makes sense.

“Do you like it here?” Peter keeps the topic focused on Harley. Harley doesn’t need to know about Peter. Peter is solely moving in with Harley because he can no longer afford to live on his own and there was no way that he could’ve passed up the deal he was offered. After losing May, MJ, and Ned he’s decided and determined to keep everyone at arms length.

“Not really, no. The city stinks all the time, people are downright rude, and traffic constantly bites you in the ass.” Harley complains, fingers drumming impatiently along the steering wheel as they sit in traffic. “What about you? Have you always lived here?”

“Yeah. Born and raised in Queens.” Peter’s reply is short and strained, making it obvious he doesn’t want to talk about himself any further. Harley doesn’t get the memo and continues with his questions.

“Ah, so you’re a true New Yorkian.” Harley’s fingers now drum along the wheel to the faint beat of the song that’s playing through the speakers instead of impatiently.

“That is not a real term.” Peter points out and Harley rolls his eyes, turning for just a moment to face Peter.

“It is now. I’ve just decided.” And Peter groans, elbow leaning on the console between them and hiding his face in his palm.

“You shouldn’t be allowed to make decisions like that. They don’t seem like they’re good ones,” Peter looks up and is met with Harley’s right profile. He’s staring at the car ahead, just now moving forward.

“How would you know? You’ve only known me for a week.” Harley shoots back and Peter snorts.

“Exactly. And now I’m moving in with you.” Harley is silent and Peter thinks he’s finally won the argument, but then–

“You agreed. I didn’t kidnap you; you came willingly.” Peter can’t really argue with that one.

Harley: 1, Peter: 0.

#parkner #harley keener x peter parker #harley keener/peter parker #parley #parkner fic #parkner angst #harley keener #peter parker #harley keener fic #peter parker fic #yes im back in my parkner era and im listening to folklore 24/7 #parkner roommate au

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ANTHONY “TONY” STARK

43. pansexual. he/him. former arms dealer turned superhero. made the first iron man suit in a cave with a bunch of scrap metal. a genius. considered to be an arrogant playboy by most of the world and tries to keep up that reputation as much as he can. donates a lot to charity. was reluctant to join the avengers but ultimately decided to. fc: robert downey jr. primary.

NATALIA ALIANOVA “NATASHA ROMANOFF” ROMANOVA

30. pansexual. she/her. the best black widow the red room ever trained. joined shield in the hopes that she could do some good and make up for all the lives she’d taken. didn’t expect to join the avengers but was secretly pleased that she did. considers the team her family and will do anything for them. trusts very few. fc: anya taylor joy. primary.

LOKI LAUFEYSON

immortal. physically 30. bisexual. he/she/they. the adopted son of odin. didn’t take well to learning he was a frost giant. considers himself the rightful king of asgard, for a time. eventually learns there’s more to life than ruling. it’s never quite clear whose side he’s on. has faked his death multiple times. fc: tom hiddleston. primary.

YELENA BELOVA

25. asexual. she/her. wasn’t one of the best widows, but wasn’t one of the worst, either. she got the job done and that’s all that mattered. very protective of natasha. doesn’t like clint barton very much. very good at what she does. tends to keep to herself. fc: florence pugh. secondary.

BRUNNHILDE

immortal. physically 34. pansexual. she/her. the last remaining valkyrie. wants absolutely nothing to do with asgard. steps up to rule new asgard because she wanted to make a better place for the future generations. misses thor and her sisters from time to time but tries not to let it intervene with her work. trying to quit drinking. also trying to forget about her time on sakaar. fc: tessa thompson. secondary.

JAMES BUCHANAN “BUCKY” BARNES

physically 29. mentally 104. bisexual. he/him. the longest held prisoner of war in history. brainwashed by hydra into becoming the winter soldier over a period of seventy years. it took twenty for them to break him and he was actively working as an assassin for the next fifty. defected after steve rogers broke his programming and spent the next few years on the run, trying to remember who he was. extremely grateful to shuri for removing the winter soldier programming from his brain. considers himself in debt to her for it. fc: sebastian stan. secondary.

STEVE ROGERS

physically 30 mentally 103. bisexual. he/him. probably one of the scrawniest people to ever enlist in the army. was chosen for the serum because he was a good man. sometimes wishes he’d died in the plane crash. wishes more people would see him for steve and not captain america. tries to always do the right thing, even if it goes against the law. always feels like he’s out of place. fc: chris evans. secondary.

verses

ANTHONY “TONY” STARK

i don’t want to join your super secret boy band ; verse - pre canon

iron man. that’s kind of catchy. ; verse - canon

part of the journey is the end ; verse - post canon

sorry, earth is closed today ; verse - crossovers

NATALIA ALIANOVNA “NATASHA ROMANOFF” ROMANOVA

i got on shield’s radar in a bad way ; verse - pre canon

i’m sorry, did i step on your moment? ; verse - canon

regimes fall every day ; verse - post canon

so are we gonna talk like grownups? ; verse - crossovers

LOKI LAUFEYSON

the monster parents tell their children about at night ; verse - pre canon

burdened with glorious purpose ; verse - canon

the sun will shine on us again ; verse - post canon

i’ll have that drink now ; verse - crossovers

YELENA BELOVA

it was real to me ; verse - pre canon

we are defined by what we do ; verse - canon

coming here makes you look desperate ; verse - post canon

you’re a total poser ; verse - crossovers

BRUNNHILDE

the whole golden sham ; verse - pre canon

trying to forget my past ; verse - canon

i can’t turn away anymore ; verse - post canon

i don’t plan to stop drinking ; verse - crossovers

JAMES BUCHANAN “BUCKY” BARNES

don’t do anything stupid until i get back ; verse - pre canon

it always ends in a fight ; verse - canon

’til the end of the line ; verse - post canon

you’re taking all the stupid with you ; verse - crossovers

STEVE ROGERS

sometimes i think you like getting punched ; verse - pre canon

not a perfect soldier, but a good man ; verse - canon

i’m way past asking for permission ; verse - post canon

i can do this all day ; verse - crossovers

#char : tony stark #i don’t want to join your super secret boy band ; verse #iron man. that’s kind of catchy. ; verse #part of the journey is the end ; verse #sorry‚ earth is closed today ; verse #char : natasha romanoff #i got on shield’s radar in a bad way ; verse #i’m sorry‚ did i step on your moment? ; verse #regimes fall every day ; verse #so are we gonna talk like grownups? ; verse #char : loki laufeyson #the monster parents tell their children about at night ; verse #burdned with glorious purpose ; verse #the sun will shine on us again ; verse #i’ll have that drink now ; verse #char : yelena belova #it was real to me ; verse #we are defined by what we do ; verse #coming here makes you look desperate ; verse #you’re a total poser ; verse #char : brunnhilde #the whole golden sham ; verse #trying to forget my past ; verse #i can’t turn away anymore ; verse #i don’t plan to stop drinking ; verse #char : bucky barnes #don’t do anything stupid until i get back ; verse #it always ends in a fight ; verse #’til the end of the line ; verse #you’re taking all the stupid with you ; verse

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