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ad1thi · 8 months

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@ifmywishescametrue felt like it was finally time from some good old-fashioned angst. stevetony rwrb AU ft. the night at Kensington Palace. @bieddiediaz pls enjoy your fav rwrb scene re-done.

please note : characters’ opinions about the English Monarchy do not reflect author’s own opinions. Fuck the Monarchy.

The rain is thunderous. Steve’s been in London when it’s rained before, but it’s never been this bad. Their visibility is shot to hell, and they’re inching towards Kensington Palace, because Clint is worried that if they go any faster, then they’re at a serious risk of losing control of the car and veering off the side of the road.

Steve knows this. He knows this because Clint’s told him as much, all three times that Steve has asked why they aren’t moving faster. None of this stops the anxious bounce of his leg, nor does it stop him physically hurtling out of his car as soon as they’re close enough to Kensington Palace that he can make out the shaky outline of the mansion in his periphery.

“Anthony Edward Stark!” He bellows, even though there’s a piss poor chance he can be heard over this rain, “Open your fucking door!” Its superfluous of course, because even if they weren’t fighting it wouldn’t be Tony who lets him in, but it has its desired effect : the door cracks open, and Bruce steps out.

“Mr. Rogers,” He inclines his head, and then looks past Steve, “Mr. Barton. His Royal Highness is indisposed at this time.” It’s the middle of the night. Steve knows, as surely as he knows the back of his hand, that Tony is just upstairs, sat on his bed.

“Undispose him then,” Steve says firmly, arrogantly, “I’m not leaving until I’ve seen him.”

Bruce’s face remains blank. “I’m sorry you’ve made it all this way for a wasted trip. His Royal Highness cannot see you now. If you insist on being a nuisance, rest assured there are other ways to get you to vacate the premises.”

Almost instinctively, Clint steps in front of Steve just as Steve stiffens. They both recognise Bruce’s words for what they are : a threat.

Still, Steve will not be deterred. “Oh for fuck’s -“ He cups his mouth and tilts his head back, “Tony ! I know you know I’m here ! The least you owe me is to look me in the eye, you absolute piece of shit!”

“His Royal Highness owes you nothing,” Bruce says harshly, “You’re lucky that you were able to get this close to the residence - “

The door opens again, and Tony steps out. He’s in silk pajamas, draped in a fluffy robe. He grabs it and wraps it around himself tightly, sighing deeply. Tony looks haggard, Steve thinks to himself, blinking through wet lashes, puffy eyes, sunken cheeks, and hair sticking up in various directions.

He’s never looked more beautiful.

“Let them in Bruce,” Tony says, placing a hand on his equerry’s shoulder, “Get Clint a towel and a change of clothes. Best to put a pot on as well, tea will kill the chill.”

Bruce inclines his head, and Tony turns around and walks back into the residence. The entire time, Steve notes silently, he hadn’t looked at Steve once. Bruce follows after, holding open the door for Clint and Steve to step in. They’re both soaked to the bone, dripping all over the expensive floors of Kensington Palace, but Steve couldn’t care less. He pauses just long enough to shrug off his jacket, safe in the knowledge that Clint will be taken care of, and moves two steps at a time - unwilling to lose Tony.

He knows the way to Tony’s bedroom, having been there the night after Wimbledon, but he wouldn’t put it past Tony to spirit away to another part of the Palace and leave Steve walking around the halls aimlessly.

“You can say what you’ve come to say,” Tony says once they enter his room, “And then you will leave.” It isn’t a request, it’s an order.

“Look at me,” Steve means for it to be firm, but it comes out soft, desperate. “Look me in the eye, Tony, you owe me that much.” With what looks like supreme effort, Tony raises his gaze off the floor, and meets Steve’s eyes.

“What happened?” Steve asks, begs, “We were good, we were happy. And then you just leave ? Scurry out of the apartment in the dead of the night, leave me this -“ He fists the scrap of paper out of his pocket and shakes it at Tony, “And then, nothing. No messages, no calls, not even a whisper. Do you know I checked the news obsessively for a week ? I thought, god I thought everything. Your father was poisoned, your sister relapsed, your plane was shot out of the sky by insurgents, you’d been kidnapped, anything because I didn’t want to believe that the man I am in love with would be this cruel.”

Tony makes a sound like he’s wounded, but Steve barrels on. “But eventually, I had to accept it. ‘When you have eliminated all which is impossible, then whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.’”

“Arthur Conan Doyle,” Tony interjects nonsensically.

“If you want to end this, end us,” Steve says, steeling himself, “You’re going to have to look me in the eye and do it.”

There’s a pregnant silence.

“My mother was one of the most celebrated actresses of her generation,” Tony starts, “She has one of the most recognisable faces on the planet. I have one of the most recognisable faces on the planet. I was four years old when I realised every single person in this country knew who I was. I was five when one of those people spat on my mother’s face and called her a currymuncher.”

“My mother gave everything up for this,” Tony gestures around him, “To be a symbol of something more. She believed that the monarchy could stand for better, to use centuries of blood money for something more. I have her face Steve, I can’t be like you. I’m not like you. I don’t have the luxury of giving them all of me, I don’t have the luxury of giving anybody all of me. I'm already too much. This is all I’ve got, and you made it abundantly clear in Brooklyn that it was no longer enough for you.”

After the election, Steve had said, mindlessly, thoughtlessly, We can walk around holding hands and it wouldn’t matter.

“I never said that,” Steve says fiercely, “Don’t put words in my mouth. I have never once said you aren’t enough. If you want to bury your head in the sand and stay in the closet forever, then that’s your choice, but don’t you dare say I’m the one who put you there.”

“I’m not in the closet,” Tony says tiredly, “I’ve known I was gay since I was eleven. My entire family knows, in some manner or fashion. Forgive me if I don’t want to hear it from someone who’s known they’re bi for all of five minutes, and didn’t say anything to anyone until he was literally caught with his hand on my dick.”

It’s a low blow, and from the way Tony’s face softens, he knows it. This is what Tony does, Steve reminds himself, he lashes out when he’s cornered. It doesn’t make it hurt any less.

“I have no more cards to play,” Steve says finally, changing tactics, “This is all I have. I love you Tony, I love you so much that sometimes it could kill me. You have consumed me, body and soul, you’re it for me. I have nothing left to give you.”

“So, if this is over, you owe it to me to tell me.”

“You think I don’t love you?” Tony runs his hands through his hair, “Christ Steve I’ve loved you since Rio ! You were bright and shiny, and I was utterly transfixed, and I just knew that if I let you that you would burrow yourself deep in me and never let go. But my life is the Crown, and I can love you, and want you, and still not want this. I can love you and still not want to subject you to that life, because this is all I have to give.”

“Do I get no say?” Steve asks hotly, because it hasn’t escaped his notice that none of those words were ‘It’s over’. “It’s my life too, right ? Our life.”

“The Crown - “

“Fuck the Crown,” Steve says passionately, fervently, “We can find a way to love each other on our own terms. You just have to be willing to try. Or : you tell me to leave, and I will leave, and nothing will happen to you. Nothing, will ever happen to you.”

"Ask me to leave." Steve says again, because he's a masochist, because Tony is the best thing that's ever happened to him, because Tony is the worst thing that's ever happened to me. "Ask me."

"You know I can't."

Steve steps forward, finally closing the gap between them to clasp his hands over Tony's. From this angle, Steve is taller than Tony, and Steve is close enough to count all of his eyelashes individually.

"Then let me stay." Steve begs, implores, "Let me prove to you that this, us, is worth it. Baby, let yourself have something for once. Let yourself have me."

Tony makes a sound in the back of his throat, and then wraps his hand around the back of Steve's neck, pulling him in for a kiss.

It's the worst thing that's ever happened to him. It's the best thing that's ever happened to him.

fin

#my writing #stevetony #steve rogers / tony stark #hrh tony stark #first son steve rogers #stevetony rwrb AU #desi tony stark #this snuck up on me but i just basically wanted to unpack why tony wouldn’t just abdicate #and i spiralled from there basically #i kept just thinking about meghan markle’s speech and how she gave up so much to marry harry #because she wanted to be a symbol of something more in the monarchy #and i kept thinking about how if you spend your whole time being told about your duty to the crown #a part of you might start believing it even if it means shackling yourself down #anyway yeah let me know what yall think

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thesexydevils · 1 year

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Mine Truly - Part Three

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only.

I do not give permission for my work to be re-posted anywhere even if you give credit. But please re-blog and comment. Thank you!

Pairing: Dark Tony Stark x Desi (Indian) OFC

Summary: Tony Stark’s interest is awakened by a new feisty and strong Intern.

Warnings: dark fic, non con, manipulation, stalking, workplace harassment, misuse of power and money, desi ofc, dark Tony Stark

Part Two

A/N: English is my fourth language, so sorry for any mistakes. My stories are mostly written for adults and have mature topics.

Mishti - Bengali, Indian origin and means Sweet or Sweet person

Mine Truly - Part Three

Mahi’s POV

The rest of the day went by without seeing or hearing again from him. I hurriedly packed my things in my purse and left the small room when my mobile rang. It was Aryan’s call. “Hey Mishti, what’s up?”

I smiled at the nickname he gave me. “Ari, I am fine. Just leaving the Stark building. Why?” “Thank God you haven’t left yet. I will be there in 5 minutes and then we can go for a few drinks.” I thought about cancelling but then changed my mind and said yes.

I walked out of the building and as soon as I was out, I felt someone watching. I turned around but there was nothing. But suddenly someone grabbed me from behind and screamed in my ear. I couldn’t help but I screamed too. My heart almost jumped out of my chest.

In panic I moved my head backwards and hit the person on his nose. “What the fuck Mishti?” I stopped and looked back. “Aryan? What the hell is wrong with you.” He let go of me and moved his head back, holding his nose.

I was trying hard not to laugh. “Mishti, did you break my nose? Am I bleeding? Oh god, I can’t have a broken nose. Please no.” Okay I was laughing my ass off as he was being such a drama queen.

“Oh, nothing happened and no you are not bleeding. Ari, you should have thought twice before trying to scare me. That’s what you get when you try to be mean.” I stuck my tongue out at him and before I knew he picked me up. My hands landed on his shoulders. “Ari let me down. I swear if you let me fall I will…” “Oh come on Mishti, I would never let you fall. Have you seen my biceps?” I playfully slapped his cheek. “Okay mister strong, now let me down. I am hungry, I need food.”

He laughed because he knew food was my life.

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Tony was in his lab, working on a new device, but his mind drifted back to Mahi. The way she spoke and looked at him drove him crazy. She was always so disrespectful like he is a nobody.

He didn’t want to be mean and rough to her, but her attitude always got the worst out of him. Tony wanted to date her like a nice guy and give her beautiful gifts and lavish dinners but every time he only got rejections.

Never before in his life had anyone rejected him, and the first time he let it slide, but she did it again and again.

The rock music was blasting in the lab, and he was working without any shirt only in his black wife beater. He took a big sip of his now cold coffee when one of his Iron man suits sent him some messages.

“Jarvis, get them on the big screen.” “Yes Mr. Stark.” Said the monotone British voice.

Within seconds many pictures popped up on the screen. Some were from the morning and the others were from this evening. Tony tapped on the screen and one of the photos became large. It was the one where a guy picked Mahi up in his arms and she had her hands on his shoulder.

She was smiling so carefree and beautifully at him. It made Tony’s blood boil in jealousy. The coffee mug was smashed against the wall.

He looked at the other pictures and she was mostly smiling or looking shyly at that boy. “Who the fuck is this? Jarvis, do you have any information about this fucker?”

Tony was breathing very hard, trying to control his rage. “Yes sir! He is the same person from Ms. Sharma’s Instagram profile. He is Aryan Khanna, a 25-year-old male. Both grew up together and have been childhood friends since kindergarten. From their social media accounts and the comments on their posts it is believed that they are dating. But neither had confirmed the rumours. Sir there is a video from him on his account where Mr. Khanna was openly declaring his love for Ms. Sharma. The video was made 3 months ago at a friend’s wedding.

Tony hit the table with his fist “Bloody fucker. How dare he look at her. She is mine and I will not let her be anyone else.” Tony watched the video of him proposing to her but somehow, he was a bit glad she didn’t say yes, but she didn’t even say no to him and that irked him more.

He enlarged another photo of them. It was from this evening. Both were having dinner in an Asian restaurant. She looked happy in the pictures. Tony was pissed, he was the one who should be with her right now and should have a wonderful evening. She should be smiling at him. He should be the only man who looked at her that way. “It’s time to learn the hard way love. You will come to me on your own. I am going to make you beg.”

He caressed her picture. “Jarvis, open her family’s file.”

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Aryan walked in silence with Mahi. They were just a few metres away from her building. Mahi looked at him when she felt his eyes on her. Aryan took her hand in his and caressed her knuckles softly. Her heart was beating faster as he pulled her hand up and kissed the back of her hand.

“Mishti, you know how I feel for you, don’t you? I know you are worried that if it doesn't work out between us, our friendship will be destroyed. But I promise you no matter what your decision is I will always be your best friend, and nothing is ever going to change that.”

Mahi looked away from him. She wanted to tell him yes, but now there was the Stark problem, and she didn’t want Aryan to get into the line of fire. Mahi had a feeling that it would not end well for anyone.

“Aryan, I ... you are an amazing human being, and any girl would be lucky to have you as a boyfriend and partner in her life. But it scares me to think of what if it doesn't work out. I can’t lose you and...and Sweetu, she looks up to you. You are her big brother, after Papa you are the only one who she really listens to. I don’t want her to lose you if it doesn’t work.”

Unknowing to her a tear rolled down her cheek. Aryan softly wiped the tear away with his thumb. “That is the reason why I love you, you always put your family before anything else. You would do everything in your power to keep your loved ones happy. That's how I know it will work, because we both will make sure that this relationship will turn out perfect.”

Mahi was conflicted about whether to tell him or not to tell him about Tony Stark and his harassments. After thinking about the pros and cons she finally decided to tell him about Stark.

Before Mahi could say anything, the door opened, and her little sister came out running and hugged Aryan tightly. “Aaaarriiii, I missed you so much. You are now too busy to visit us.”

Aryan hugged the girl back, but his eyes were still focused on Mahi. He knew she was going to tell him something important. “Come on in and meet Mom before she leaves for the hospital. Mom will be happy to see you.”

The young girl pulled him inside, but he looked back at Mahi, and she nodded her head at him.

The next day

Mahi was somehow surprised not to see or hear from Tony. She was sure he would be lurking around the corner, but there was no sign of him the whole day.

His absence made her think about his warning, the more she thought about it, the more she was sure he was planning something.

The way he behaved with her in the past days, showed her that he was not going to leave her alone. She pushed all of his thoughts out of her mind and packed her things and left the room.

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She reached her home without running into Tony. She somehow felt a bit relieved that maybe now Tony will leave her alone and find someone who wants to be with him.

She opened the door and called out for her mother, but there was no reply from her. Even her sister's room was silent. As Mahi locked the front door and walked up to the living room. Before she entered, she could hear someone softly crying.

“Ma what happened? Why are you crying?” Mahi stood in front of her crying mother. Her baby sister was clinging to their mother. She took her mother’s hand in hers. “Tell me what happened?” Her mother pulled the scared girl's arms from her.

“The hospital reported me, because they found prescription drugs in a large quantity in my locker. They believe I took it from the stock to sell it on the street. The management terminated me without notice and they will report me to the authorities.”

Mahi hugged her weeping mother tightly. “Mom, we will find a way out. Please don’t cry. I will talk to Aryan, maybe he can help us. You have to be strong, we both are with you. We know you would never do anything like that. Sweetu, stay with mom, I will talk to Aryan.”

Mahi hurriedly took her mobile out of the purse and went to her room. It was ringing but he didn’t pick my call. Tears welled up her eyes as she sat down on her bed.

After a minute or so her mobile rang. “Ari I... I need your help. My mom, she got...”

“She has a drug problem, and the hospital will press charges against her, right love?” She snapped for air like someone had thrown a bucket full of ice water on her.

“Tony ... Tony what did you do?” That bastard just chuckled at her, like it was just a funny prank.

“Really, what did I do? No, what you made me do. You forced my hand, because you had to be stubborn and now your family will pay. First your mother, poor her. She will spend a good amount of her life in jail. Then there is your sweet sister, so innocent and young. Hey if you need money, you can always send her to the red-light districts. Your sister will make good money there and with the right pimp, she will ...”

“Shut up, shut up ... just shut the fuck up, you bloody pig. I will kill you.” Mahi hissed in her mobile. Tony only laughed at her outburst.

“I know a very exclusive brothel with many elite customers. She will be in good hands, and this is only the start. Wait till I start with your friends.” “Stop, just stop, please. Tony, don't do this to my family, please I beg you. You're Iron man, you’re supposed to be a hero and a good man.” She held the mobile tighter as she sobbed.

“Mmmm, yes, I am Iron man and a world known hero and you still disrespected and rejected me, like I am a loser.”

“What do you want?” “YOU. I want you tonight in my bed. If you don’t come, then I have to ...”

“No, I will come.” “Good girl, wear something sexy for me and be here by 9. You already tested my patience and I am done playing nice. If you are late tonight, your mother will be in jail and your sister will vanish without a trace. Am I clear?” Tears were running down her cheeks, her legs wobbled as she tried to suppress her cries with her hand.

“Say it!” She flinched, it took everything in her not to scream and throw her phone across the room.

“Yes, Tony. Please, just leave my family out of this. I will do anything for them. Just don’t hurt them.”

“Good girl. I can’t wait to have you in my bed. Oh baby, it’s going to be a very special night for us. I am waiting.”

With that the line went dead.

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happypopcornprincess · 1 year

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The latest one-shot sneak peek

Dancing With Our Hands Tied

Pairings - Tony Stark X OC Zara Malik

Premise – Under circumstances, he could not control, Tony lost his parents, his mentor, and his best friend/former lover. Will he have to lose his love as well?

Word Count - No idea, I'm going absolutely blind on this one.

Warnings: None

a/n - Thank you @swaraleeeeeee for this amazing request about Tony and a Desi Reader!!! I am thrilled and excited to share this with everyone yayy! plus, this fic is set in the Age Of Ultron AU universe and is set on the day of Tony's party at his penthouse.

I loved you in secret

First sight, yeah, we love without reason

Oh, twenty-five years old

Oh, how were you to know, and

My, love had been frozen

Deep blue, but you painted me golden

Oh, and you held me close

Oh, how was I to know that

- (Dancing With Our Hands Tied) Taylor Swift

Tony looked around at the party exiting the lab. The Ultron project was complete. JARVIS was now analyzing the AI while keeping an eye on it, and he had successfully convinced Bruce to be a part of it. He needed his help, and extra hands in his lab never hurt.

Now, it was time to party.

He had debated having the party downtown in some fancy hotel but what better place to get wasted than your newly renovated penthouse? He buttoned up his blazer and stepped into the crowd of guests. This brought back memories of college, sneaking out and getting wasted with people he had never met before. Maybe if he was lucky tonight, he'd get to poke at Steve and have a jolly time with Rodney.

But he froze on the stairs looking at the flashes of a familiar emerald-colored fabric in the crowd.

"Stark! There you are!" If it wasn't for Clint slapping his back, he would have walked up to her then and there, and the ruse would be up.

"I… was in the stuff, doing the lab." He babbled, trying his best not to sound obvious. Even though he could be the unafraid playboy billionaire for the entire world, she made him lose his shit. In simple words, she drove him crazy.

Clint made a disgusting face and gestured to him to come along. "You gotta meet Dr. Malik! She's Dr. Cho's colleague. She talked about some crazy biotechnology that I have no idea about but I just know you would love it so…"

He zoned out of what Clint was saying. His entire focus was on his form nearing her, the smell of jasmine invading his senses.

She was talking to Natasha and Bruce, both listening to her with rapt attention. He stood just behind her, looking at her back. Her long hair was loose, falling on her back and shoulders, and the loose end of her saree - the same one he bought her - was gracefully tucked on her shoulder, the pleats perfectly symmetrical.

"...and Dr. Cho has been kind enough to let me be a part of her latest research, based in New York." Her sweet voice was what brought him out of his trance. He couldn't believe she was here. "We are working on repairing skin cells for burn victims, a sort of regenerative process that will allow the skin to heal itself without surgery."

"Dr. Malik, I see you haven't met our host." Tony's heart did a somersault at Clint's words, panic written all over his face.

Well, this is really happening.

She turned around fully, facing him and Clint.

No matter how many times he saw her in that damn green saree with the stupid black blouse that blurred the line between decent and sensual. His mind would go blank.

And she had red lipstick on.

She was trying to give him a heart attack.

"Ah, Mister Stark. The Iron Man himself." She gave him a blinding smile, the one she had practiced and prepared for the public.

He realized she was in on it. She was fine with it.

And the ruse continues.

"Just Tony for you, Dr..." He extends his hand and she shakes it as she steps towards him.

"Zara. Zara Malik."

Tony had to fight every fiber of his being not to hold her closer. As if he was meeting her for the first time, he had to play the role.

Don't be a fool, Tony. Let's stay professional.

It was a far cry from their first meeting.

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Find the full fic here

inspired by Dancing With Our Hands Tied; Song by Taylor Swift.

Requests are open! Feel free to request anything.

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diitopagalhai · 2 years

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ae dil hai mushkil.

Pairing : Tony Stark x desi!daughter!oc

Words : 718

Description : Radhika "Radha" Kapoor wasn't the ideal Stark child, and she knew that. She wasn't interested in science or math and she absolutely hated violence of any kind. But even with her "imperfections", how hard was it for her father to care about her for once?

A / N : This is dedicated to all of the other desi kids who search up “desi marvel” on tumblr and find very little :( I might do another part to this, but I’m not sure ( read : I am definitely doing another part to this ).

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THE FIRST time Radha met her father, she was holding her Jaggu stuffed toy close to her chest ─ so what if she was twelve? Tony Stark had jogged down the stairs, looking at his phone, accompanied by a strawberry blonde woman who had taken one look at her and gasped softly, her eyes already shining with something like affection.

Tony looked up at her, and she saw nothing.

“Hi,” he said, the lines sounding plastic and rehearsed. “I’m Tony, your dad. Now you’re gonna be staying at the Avengers Tower with me and the other Avengers. Cool?” She nodded, looking down as the cement floor in front of the tower.

She missed home. She missed her maa, Rahul, Mumbai, even Karan mama! Sure, she video-called them every week, but it just wasn’t the same.

And her father didn’t even make an effort to connect with her. Whenever he did, it was forced and fake.

“So, Radha,” he said during one dinner with the rest of the Avengers, butchering her name completely. She gritted her teeth. Her name was one of the things she loved most about herself, yet this man didn’t even try to say it correctly. “What do you like to do?”

The rest of the team looked at her expectantly. She smiled a little. “I love history, singing, and watching movies, and art. I have a friend back home ─ uh, in India, and we decided that we would open a museum of Indian art together.” While the rest of the team looked sad at her slip-up, and interested at the rest of her words, Tony rolled his eyes, and her heart sank.

She looked down at her hands. She had a piece of roti in her hand, ready to eat with her aloo gobhi. She set the roti down and pushed her chair back with a slight screech. “Um, I think I’ll go to bed now.” She picked up her plate and speed walked into the kitchen, quickly finishing the rest of her food ─ she hated wasting ─ and placing it in the sink.

On the walk back to her room, she heard a snippet of conversation from the living room. “Art. And history? Seriously?” She swallowed.

“Come on, Tony.” Someone else said exasperatedly. Perhaps Bruce or Steve? It didn’t matter though. She ran to her room and slammed the door shut. She collapsed onto her bed, crying.

“Maa, mujhe tumhari bahut yaad aa rahi hai. Mujhe yahan nahi rehna hai. Karan mama, mujhe ghar le ke jao.” Mom, I’m missing you a lot. I don’t want to stay here, Karan uncle, take me home.

The next morning, she woke up to someone knocking on her door. “J.A.R.V.I.S., open the door, please.” She managed to sit up just as the door swung open. It was Natasha.

“Hi,” the older woman said. Radha stared at her, still not fully comprehending why she was here.

“Hello?” Her voice turned up at the end so that it sounded like a question. Natasha chuckled.

“You said that you liked to watch movies?” Radha nodded shyly, surprised that someone had remembered. “Well, every Friday, we have a movie night, and we take turns choosing. Would you like to choose today?” Radha hesitated. She would love to choose, but. . .

“Tony won’t be there,” Natasha promised. “He’s always in his lab anyways.” Radha smiled.

“Okay.” That night, Radha, Natasha, Bruce, Steve, Clint, Thor ─ and Pepper, a pleasant surprise ─ gathered in the living room in front of the television. Radha inserted the dvd into the dvd player, and stepped back, smiling. She sat down next to Natasha on the couch and covered herself in her blanket, watching the familiar opening song for Hum Tum come on.

As she fell asleep on Natasha’s shoulder while Karan and Rhea reunited onscreen, the woman looked over Radha at Steve. He looked back at her worriedly, but determined. If Tony wasn’t going to be a parent to Radha, then they would. Their ragtag team of heroes would take care of this girl who deserved so much more.

And when she left for Wakanda with the rogues three years later, Tony would come to know how much he was missing out on.

#tony stark x daughter #desi!character #avengers x oc #tony stark angst #marvel #platonic natasha romanov x oc #platonic steve rogers x oc #desi marvel #tony stark x desi!daughter!oc #tony stark x indian

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monthlychallenges4all · 1 year

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A Chance Meeting

Name/Link: A Chance Meeting

Fandom: HPverse; MCU

Individual Challenge(s): Picture This; Moody Moods; Mood Ring; Add Mustard; Without Limits

Representation(s): Lily Evans Potter/James Potter/Tony Stark; Desi James; Black Lily; Cambridge AU; “Man of La Mancha” - Man of La Mancha

Ship: Lily Evans Potter/James Potter/Tony Stark

Team: Thorns

List (Prompt): SpMed1 (Lost & Found; Secret); SpMic1 (Fusion/Crossover); SpMic2 (Green; White)

Space Address (Prompt): SpB 2D (Windmill) | TrB 2D (Hero’s Journey)

Warning(s): n/a

#Gwen's Work #Zucchini Special #Pic #Monthly Challenges for All #MC4A #Moodboard #Tony Stark/Lily Evans Potter/James Potter #desi james potter #black lily evans #cambridge au #iron thorns

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ktficworld · 11 months

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Loving you is not easy, my dear

Pairing: Steve Rogers x desi!reader

Summary: America thinks Steve Rogers can do better and maybe, they are right.

Warning: heavy racism(seriously, I'm not using this word lightly), angst, hurt/comfort, trolling, protective!Steve, reader gets her revenge on the racist bastards 😈

A/n: posting after so long. Already know traction is going to be shit but I'd really appreciate if you reblog this. I'll try to keep it short(I failed💀)

Tags: @sunshine-on-my-mind @slutty-daddy-pedro

This wasn't supposed to happen.

You weren't ready to get dragged through the mud just yet.

You and Steve have been dating for a year. You were a regular software engineer. Wandering around on the internet, to help fellow programmers with their problems. Little did you know, that none other than Tony Stark was there for help under the disguise of 'toiletdistroyer'; frankly, you should have known by this username, but oh well.

So, you caught the billionaires eye and he offered you a job on the spot. And of course, you took it, much to your parents dismay and happiness. With tears filled in your eyes and aachar, parathe stuffed in your tiffin. Of you went to America.

You didn't meet the captain for a good month and honestly, even if you had. You wouldn't have given two fucks about him since you were stressed to the brim with work and moving in.

You slowly met every avenger. Tony was the first, of course. Then it was Bruce Wayne Banner as you worked on the technical part of a bio-tech project he was developing. He was good but was shy and mostly kept to himself. Afterwards followed, Natasha, she was sassy and perfect. You liked talking to her about girl shit and somehow, she took a liking to your weird ass and you befriended black widow.

Next up, was his best friend. Bucky. He caught you wandering outside the stark building because you came too early and so he joined you and the birds chirping. He was cute and funny, but not your type. Thankfully, he wasn't interested and quickly friend zoned him.

Then you met him.

You whistled as you sauntered into the lobby. Clocking out early from your shift and cherry on top, it was Friday. You were going to have a fun weekend. Talking with your parents, watching kdrama and being gleefully single.

Your whistle was disturbed by something squashy yet hard coming underneath your foot. You retreated your foot and glanced down with furrowed brows. It was a brown leather wallet. With a sigh, you bent down and picked up the lost wallet.

You opened the wallet to see the identity of the abandoned wallet's owner and your eyebrows disappeared into you hairline as the stupidly handsome face of the captain appeared in front of you. He must have dropped it in a hurry.

Your eyes darted around as you bit your bottom lip. The sane thing to do would be to go to the reception, hand her the wallet and go your merry way. But he might still be around and also, the receptionist looked too bitchy for you to deal with. So you went for the less sane option, of course.

You took a deep breath and glanced up at the ceiling. "Hey, Friday. Is Captain Rogers still in the compound?"

"Yes, miss. Shona. Captain Rogers is in the parking lot." The robotic voice of Friday said from above.

"Thank you, Friday." You said and deeply sighed. Yes, you could do it. No need to be nervous. What if he's Captain America? You ain't a criminal. With that peep talk, you rushed to the parking lot.

You almost tripped while trying to find Steve in the parking lot but in the end, you found him. He was swinging his leg to climb on his bike when you shouted to get his attention.

"Captain Rogers! Captain Rogers!" The man stopped mid-way, setting his foot back on the ground as he turned around and you almost died at the sight of him. He was wearing blue jeans, white T-shirt and blue jacket, making his sapphire eyes pop as some blonde hair strands falling over his forehead. Oh, girl. Get a grip on yourself!

He was startled by your incessant shouting as he looked at you with his doe yet alert eyes. "Yes, miss. How can I help you?" He asked, ever the gentleman and you internally sighed in relief that he didn't call you ma'am.

You waved his wallet and said. "Your wallet. I think you dropped in the lobby."

His eyes widened as he patted his pockets and a sheepish look appeared on his face. "Ah, I think I really dropped it. Sorry." He said and walked up to you.

You gave him his wallet with a smile and bit your lip when your hands touched. Fuck, were you on your pms?

You peered at him through your lashes as he checked the insides of the wallet and promptly shoved it in his jeans back pocket.

He glanced at you and with a shy smile, said. "Thank you, miss."

"Oh, no problem. You can call me shona." You didn't know what divine energy of confidence came over you as you extended your hand for Steve to shake.

Steve looked at you funnily but shook your hand nonetheless. "That's not your real name, is it?" He asked timidly after the handshake, his touch lingering on your hand as you unwittingly savoured the feeling.

You beamed at him and shook your head. "Nope."

"Then, what is it?"

You told him your name and the smile on his dashing face faded away as he looked down. You could not blame him, most people had the same reaction and that was why you gave your nickname, not actual name.

"I'll probably butcher that." He muttered sadly as he scratched the back of his neck.

You chuckled and waved off his concerns. "It's alright. Most people can't say my name. Only few special people have made it into a special group who can pronounce it outside India." And it was true. Only few people were able to say your name without getting their tongue twisted, including Natasha.

Steve raised an eyebrow. He bent down, close to your face and whispered, in a husky voice. "And what are the requirements?"

You hummed as you pretend to think with your finger on your chin and said, dramatically. "A lot of dedication and practice."

Now it was his turned to be amused as he leaned even closer and asked. "And what will I get if I get into this special club?"

You were caught off guard as you spluttered out. "Um, what do you want?" And you also had kdramas to binge for fuck sake.

"A dinner sounds good." He said with a lopsided grin.

You gave him a thumbs up and said. "Perfect! Now I need to go. I have a weekend to enjoy, bye." You said and rushed out without a second thought or glance at Steve.

When you sat down in the metro was the time when your dumb mind actually processed his words and you froze In your seat. Wait! Did he just ask you on a date?

He did, in fact, ask you on a date.

After he learned to say your name. You two went on a date and you knew you were doomed. Those blue eyes had effectively captured your heart as you slowly fell for him.

And who won't? He was so soft, affectionate, caring, supportive. He was perfect. You didn't know what he saw in you. You were so... Regular.

But whenever you would say this to him. He would look at you all offended and ask why not? You were beautiful, intelligent and his sunshine. And you melted everytime he said that.

You told your parents and you had to make your mother take an oath that she won't say anything about your relationship to any of your relatives as she just couldn't stop giggling. Thankfully, she kept her oath.

You also officially got introduced to the avengers. Bucky and Natasha already knew about it and everyone was happy for you and Steve. Yeah, Tony did throw a tantrum about how he didn't figure out your budding romance and how Rogers whisked you away from under his nose. His words, not yours. And he also earned a slap to the chest by Pepper for that.

You both decided to keep your relationship private. Steve did not want to make a circus of his relationship in the media and you also wanted to lay low. You wanted to take the Katrina Kaif route, one day you're single and the next day, poof! You are married.

But the Cosmos had another plan.

You didn't know who it was, a reporter or a fan. But someone captured you and Steve in a not so platonic way. You were sitting on his bike, one hand occupied with an ice cream and the other, draped over his board shoulder. He was holding you by the waist as you both kissed. Ice cream long forgotten as you both were smiling into the kiss. But someone had posted it on social media and overnight your very private relationship was in front of the entire world to judge ans comment about.

You woke up to a cold bed and your phone exploded with texts and calls, ranging from judgmental relatives to your friends from India and America to the entire avengers team.

You furrowed your brows at the slew of messages and calls and decided to call Steve but instead his phone blared in your shared room, making you sigh. What the fuck was going on?

You scrolled through your contacts and paused when Natasha's name appeared. You hovered over her number hesitantly before calling her. Just after two rings, she answered.

"Hello, Natasha. What is going on and where is Steve?" You asked her in a sleepy voice and scratched your head.

On the other side of the line, Natasha sucked in a sharp breath and replied with unusual franticness. "Shona, somebody leaked a photo of you two and now the world knows that you both are in a relationship. Steve's in the living room, come here quickly and don't open your social media!" Natasha cautioned.

"Wha-" You didn't even get a chance to comprehend her words before she hang up the call. You glance at your phone incredulously. You sat up straight when your brain finally processed the given information. Your relationship was public. Your Katrina Kaif moment was ruined even before it materialised, ugh! So unfair.

And telling you not to open your social medias? It was like telling a child not to eat the candies from the jar. You bit your lip and opened the hellhole called twitter. And the number one trending hastag was:

#CaptainAmericaisdatingwho?

You tapped on the hastag and was instantly greeted by the picture of you and Steve. Your eyes widened as you took in the picture, whoever clicked it had good photography skills as you looked decent in it. You scrolled down and made a decision you would later come to regret, started reading the reactions of the people.

He is dating an Indian? Why? Did he not find any good girl in here? Insane.

If they have a child, what would be their skin color?

She probably put him under a spell or something.

Wait! She works for Stark, meaning this is a work-place relationship. Yeah, no shit, Sherlock.

Captain America is taken😭😭😭 why God! Now I need to find someone else to obsess over😭😭😭

Look how she's eating. Like, get some manners girl! 👇

You looked down to the image attached. You were eating rice with your hand and winking at the camera, granted it wasn't the neatest sight but eating food with hands made it taster(yeah, fight me on it!).

That was it, you could not take it anymore. You burst into a fit of uncontrollable laughter as you giggled at the comments, doubling down in your bed.

Tears gathered in your eyes as you laughed your ass off on these racists misery. You knew damn well that you would face some form of racism whether you dated Steve or not and it was funny to see them whine like anyone gave a shit.

You scrolled some more laughing at the whiny racist and the memes people made along the way. However, one comment caught your attention as you halted to read it.

Why isn't Steve dating her?

You looked down at the photo and your heart dropped, all your happiness fading away. You stared at the woman's photo for what felt like ages as you observed her porcelain skin, her blonde hair and her perfect figure. She was the epitome of an American woman.

You looked at Sharon's perfect face and could not help but echo the poster's thought. Yeah, why wasn't he dating Sharon? Why was he dating you? A regular girl while he was captain fucking America! He could have anyone he wanted. A model, an actor anyone he wanted and he wanted you? Why?

Much to your detriment, you scroll past it and onto the next comment which said:

So, she's the ugly one in the relationship 🙈🙈🙈

The comment plunged into your soul like a rusted dagger as your breathing becomes a shallow pounding in your ears. You glanced forward, where the full length mirror was sitting and stared at your reflection with critical gaze.

You brought a hand to your face, it was so dull. Your eyes had dark circles and were puffy. Your lips weren't plump enough. Your eyes weren't big enough. Your body wasn't curvy enough. You only had brains. No, you didn't! You weren't special, anyone could do your job with enough practice. You were nothing out of the ordinary.

You were snapped out of your destructive thoughts as your phone was snatched out of your grip. You whipped your eyes to the perpetrator and a very furious Natasha glared back at you.

"What did I tell you about not checking your social media?" Natasha asked, enraged as she waved your phone in her hands.

You didn't want Natasha to be proven right so you scoffed and replied. "Telling someone not to do something will only make them do it more. Haven't you heard of reverse psychology, agent?" You snarked and Natasha shook her head in displeasure.

"You coming with me?" Natasha asked.

You paused to think and then shook your head. "Let me shower first. I feel dirty and sleepy."

Natasha nodded thoughtfully and said. "Okay, I'll stay here."

You whined in protest but quickly shut up after receiving a steely glare fron the black widow which would make even the toughest villians pee their pants. You showered, taking extra long as you got distracted by your thoughts yet again. And made your way to the living room with Natasha in toe.

And you heard it before you saw it. The annoying voice of one of the most famous conservative journalist as he said that Steve Rogers could do much better, that this relationship wasn't going to last and that he wished it won't last long.

The last part made your stomach churn in uncertainty.

The pattering of footsteps alerted the other avengers of your arrival. Tony and Steve were standing next to each other as they talked in hushed yet aggressive tone.

Tony looked annoyed than ever as he rubbed the bridge of his nose. While, Steve? Steve looked like just one poke and he would snap. His jaw was clenched, his eyes were ablaze as he stood taut.

Both of the man's gaze snapped towards you as Steve's face softened and he rushed towards you, blocking your view to the TV as Tony hastily turned it off.

"You finally done sleeping, sleepy head?" Steve asked affectionately as he caressed you cheek.

You hummed absentmindedly and forced a smile on your face. "Slept like a baby." You said and the air was so thick with tension that it was strangling you more than your own mind as no one dared to talk about the elephant in the room.

Eventually, Steve cleared his throat and said in a whisper. "You already know what happened but don't worry, I'm with you." And pulled you into his embrace. Yes, why are you with me, Steve? What do you like in having to deal with all this drama when you could date any white woman and keep the peace?

You tried to reciprocate his hug but it was a half hearted attempt as you were fixated onto something else.

"Yeah, don't do anything stupid." Sam said when you and Steve parted. His face was empathic and knowing and your heart broke at that. Still, you gave him a half smile.

"Hey! That's my line!" Bucky yelled in offence, making Sam scowl at him.

"You don't own a sentence, Buchanan." Sam countered.

"Don't call me that and I would copyright..." They kept bickering but you tuned them out as the seed of doubt started sprouting in your consciousness.

📷

But it only got worse. The hate just didn't stop and everyone was piling up on you. Indians did come to your defence, questioning the racism and the unrequited hate you were getting.

But some were also interrogating you. Why were you dating captain America? Why were you flying so high? That he may just be using you and would leave you for an American sooner or later. This sentiment was also shared by your relatives.

Your parents were on your side but you could sense that seeing you get attacked was upsetting them. You put up a brave face in front of the world but you were crumbling down from the depths of your being. You were falling down an abyss and no matter how hard you shouted for help, your mind didn't let up its torment.

You didn't tell the avengers or Steve because they was already so stressed out dealing with all this fiasco. He was so distraught that he didn't even notice you withdrawing from him. He didn't notice how you slept on the edge of the bed instead of in his arms. He didn't notice that you avoided mirror like a plague. He didn't notice how you were drowning in your minds stupid tricks.

That was until it boiled over.

It was a quiet evening. You were walking back to the compound after running some errands. Apparently, Indian species were hella expensive and hard to find in there so you shopped for them by yourself. And it was also because you liked these non-eventful and tranquil moments that you had reserved for yourself.

You were absentmindedly trudging forward as the compound just entered your peripheral when a shout jolted you out of your trance like state.

"Go back to your country!"

You whirled around, only to come face-to-face with a regular white man. Seriously, he didn't even look like a Kevin or intimidating, just run of the mil white guy, very easy to blend in the crowd.

You raised your eyebrows and exclaimed. "Excuse me?"

The man tutted and took a step forward, you taking a backward step. "Didn't you hear me? I said, go back to your country."

"This is getting old. Try something new." You said with a bored voice and crossed your arms on your chest.

"Seriously, first you take our jobs then resources and now our hero? Just because you don't have anything in your country, doesn't mean you should come running to us and mooch off of us." He ranted with a grunt.

"Why? You wanna date him?" You eyed him from head to toe. "To my knowledge, Steve is straight and even if he wasn't. I don't think he would date someone like you." You snided.

His jaw ticked as he took a step forward. "You don't deserve him!" He spat.

Yes, you don't deserve him. Your mind supplied as your grip around the shopping bag loosened.

"He deserves better." Yes, he deserved better.

"You are nothing." Yes, you were nothing.

You were so hypnotised by your minds scorching affirmations that you didn't see the approaching threat.

You yelped as your back hit an electric poll, grocery bag falling on the ground. The man lunging forward for an attack but before he could even lift his hand, a punch from his left side shoved him away and he landed on the ground with a pained grunt.

You let out a shuddery breath as you slowly glanced to your left, your whole body trembling with fear. Your eyes landed on Steve standing there, panting heavily as his knuckles were painted crimson, by whose blood? You didn't know. His eyes were ablaze and his face was murderous as he began charging towards the whimpering man on the pavement.

This snapped you from whatever demons were holding you as marched towards him and shrieked. "Steve, stop!"

You stopped in front of him and wrapped youur hands around his. He halted in his steps, his face instantly softening as he unclenched his fists and dropped his offensive stance. He cupped your right cheek and you spluttered out a sob.

You glanced down at his bloody knuckle and coked out. "Steve, let's go."

He glanced behind you at the whining man and then nodded. He tucked you in his embrace while your gaze never left his knuckles. This was all your fault. Because of you, he almost lost control of himself and if he would have done something then you would have also smeared his name. Maybe it was good to end things.

📷

The room was pin-drop silent, only the sniffling of you and Steve and the clinking of the first aid kit being shut closed reverberated through the walls. Steve had started to talk as soon as you left the man writhing on the cold sidewalk but one finger of yours on his lips and he shut up, accepting your silent plea of solace. But you couldn't push back the inevitable any longer.

You lifted up the first aid kit and set it inside one of the cabinets in the bathroom. When you came back, you sat down on the coffee table ahead of Steve and peered at him through your lashes, your heart breaking when your gaze landed at his pretty face. You would miss him.

It was Steve who spoke first. He intertwined his bandaged hand with yours and softly said. "I'm sorry, you are suffering so much because of me and I'm sorry I wasn't able to protect you."

Swallowing, you looked down as tears beaded your eyelashes and muttered out. "I think we should break up, Steve. It's not working out." Saying those words was like stabbing yourself in the chest with a scorching knife.

Steve instantly stiffened and his grip on your hand grew tight as he refused to let you go. "Why?" He asked and before you could reply, his bitter laugh made your head snap upwards as he shook his head.

"Why am I asking this? This should be pretty obvious to me," He sniffled as few tears slid down his cheeks. He glanced at you and you had to bite your lip to hold back your own tears as his pained and misty eyes stared into yours. "Is there nothing I could do to change your mind? To make you give me a second chance? Do you not love me anymore?"

The last part was like a slap to your face as you furiously shook your head and yelled. "I love you with all my heart, body, mind and soul. I love you more than anything in this world, more than I could ever articulate."

"Then why are you leaving me?" He asked in a whisper.

And the flood burst gates open as you broke down. "BECAUSE I DON'T DESERVE YOU."

Steve immediately placed you in his lap as sons wrecked through your body. "Why would you say that? You deserve the world, doll."

"No Steve, no! You are Captain America and I'm nothing. You are gorgeous and I'm ugly. You are perfect and I'm not." You cried into his chest, selfishly seeking his warmth.

Steve jutted your chin upwards and gazed down at you with soft offense. "No, honey. I'm not perfect, I betrayed Tony, I have done so many things that I regret. I have cried in your arms multiple times and you have seen me vulnerable." He said through his own tears.

"But you are so pretty. You should be dating a model or an actress, not me."

"Who like me for being Captain America? No way and," He held your face in his palms and continued. "You are the most beautiful, most intelligent, most amazing woman I have ever met. I won't trade you for anyone."

"Then why I doesn't feel like it, Steve? You asked in a defeated whisper. "Why can't I see myself the way you see me?"

"I can help you look at yourself like I look at you. Please just, don't leave me. I can't live without you. We can survive this storm." He murmured softly kissed your sore eyes.

Your lips quivered as you brought your hands to Steve's face. "I want you, Steve. I want you so much but holding you feels like a sin."

"And holding you feels like a dream. A dream I thought I would never have," He said quietly and gently pressed his forehead with yours. "Just give me another chance. Give us another chance."

"Okay." You replied. Your sobs had ended and draped a heavy blanket of fatigue over you in their farewell as you melted into Steve's hold and Steve snuggled in you more. You didn't know when he placed you on your bed or when you fell asleep in his arms. You let yourself fall into his bliss as all the demons left you. Because in this moment , Steve was yours and you were his and that was all that mattered.

📷

You yawned as you got out of your slumber. The bed was cold again as Steve was nowhere to be found. Again.

Maybe he realised you were right and moved instead of kicking you out. You sniffed a little and turned around, so you were facing the front of your room. But your face instantly scrunched up in bewilderment as you took in the sight.

There were polaroid pictures hanging from the ceiling by a white thread, all facing away from you. You scratched your head as you tentatively got out of the bed. How the fuck did someone hang these and you didn't even stir? Was this from hydra?

The last thought made you gulp as you gingerly reached out for the first picture and pulled it close to read the text written on it with a marker.

Do you remember the time when you handled the toughest project alone?

-Tony

"Huh, what?" Now you were even more confused as you flipped the glossy paper and burst out into a fit of laughter.

It was a picture of you handing Tony a golden toilet trophy like you were handing an Oscar with a megavolt grin as he was rolling his eyes but still, he begrudgingly received the award.

You wiped off a tear from your eye and refocused back on his question. You hummed to yourself as you took a trip down the memory lane. It was a very important biotech project and there had come a point where the connection between the software and hardware had broken and no one could figure why because everything was normal and nothing seemed faculty. It turned out to be a software issue as the code had malfunctioned and needed to be rewritten in a more efficient manner.

You led the team who did that and boy were those days exhausting. Overtime, frustration, failure after failure and of course the moral of the team going down. But you managed to keep the team together and pulled through. Providing excellence.

You smiled a little at that memory. You weren't that useless.

Sighing, you stepped forward to the next picture and read the text on it.

Remember when you got hit on and Steve scowled?

-Natasha and Wanda

You turned the photo around, showing you, Wanda and Natasha. You and Wanda were eating a leftover cake while Natasha was drinking wine straight from the bottle.

You remembered that night. You were minding your own business and not touching alcohol since you didn't want to wake up with a pounding headache. when a guy suddenly materialised next to you and ordered a drink for you without even asking and began flirting.

You smoothly pulled yourself out of that situation and gave the drink to Natasha but Steve had witnessed the whole interaction and he looked like he wanted to sucker punch that poor dude. He was teased relentlessly about it for a month.

Now that you thought about it. You were hit on multiple times on multiple occasions. It was a game of sorts between you and Steve. Since your relationship was private, it was amusing to see people ask you or Steve on a date. You always relished in watching girls flirt with Steve because he would always get uncomfortable and nope out of there like his life depended on it. It was fun because no matter how much they flirted with him, you knew that the man was yours.

You chuckled and caught a glimpse of your reflection in the mirror. You weren't that bad looking.

You walked up to the next polaroid and snatched it closer.

Remember when you comforted me when everyone was sleeping?

-Bucky

Your eyes filled with tears as you flicked to see yours and Bucky's image, it was clicked during lockdown when everyone stressed a lot about cleaning everything. You were pretending to sing with a cleaner bottle in your hand as a microphone and Bucky was using a broom as his guitar.

With a reminiscent smile and you thought back to that one stormy night when Steve was out on a mission and everyone was sound asleep.

You being the insomniac that you were started trudging towards the kitchen for some late night snack but stopped mid-way when you heard whimpers coming from Bucky's room. You went inside without asking but saw him crying alone in his bed. He was so resistant to your comfort and even yelled at you for intruding on his privacy: but he was right about it. However, he caved in the end and cried his heart out while you held him. Then you both watched anime and ate chips. Sleep was nowhere to be found that night.

You bit your lips as you went to the last and final picture, that was dangling before the door.

Remember why I love you?

-Steve

You burst into tears as the realisation dawned on you that it was he, who did all of this. To make you see yourself through his eyes and everybody's eyes. And no, you didn't remember why he loved you because there were too many moments and reasons to remember all that once.

Warmth bloomed in your chest as you finally looked at the picture and it was just like your relationship. Sweet and simple. With you both in the bed, hair messy and lazy smiles on your faces. It was a morning selfie that you taken sporadically on his phone.

You loved him. You loved him so much and you wanted to be with him till the end of the line. Because even if you were just a regular jane, you loved him and he loved you and that was all that mattered.

In your whirlpool of emotions, you didn't register the the bedroom door clicking open and Steve walking inside. It was when his strong arms enveloped you, did you got out of your reverie and glanced at him, teary eyed.

You hugged him back and wept louder in his chest as he rubbed your head. "I love you. I'm sorry for telling everyone about what you were going through but I thought it would help, please stop crying."

You slapped a hand over his lips and cried out. "Shut up. You lovely little dork. I love you. You did nothing wrong in my eyes."

With hope twinkling in his eyes, he removed your palm and asked. "So, will you give us another chance?"

"Yes! This one incident won't make my problems go away in a snap but I want to be with you and learn to love myself like you love me." You said through a smile and leaned to kiss him when-

"What about the trolls?" Tony's voice made you shriek in surprise as Steve gave him an exasperated look.

"Really, Tony?" Steve said with displeasure.

"Yeah, really asshole?" Natasha said and slapped Tony on the head.

Tony scrunched up his face in indignation and said. "But I need to know. She's not used to the attention and hate. And she can't even deactivate her social media because she is one of our representatives from tech."

This made a bulb go off in your head as you held up your plam and said. "Don't worry, Tony. I'll have it handled. Plus, we didn't really publicly announced our relationship, did we?"

Steve narrowed his eyes at you but you just grinned at him devilishly. Time to troll the trolls.

📷

You softly closed the bathroom door as you stepped outside, your white saree grazing the floor. You looked ahead and your jaw went slack, Steve was his blue powder blue shirt and black pants and his blonde hair practically glowed in the golden light of the evening. He looked so gorgeous that you just couldn't tear your eyes away from him.

But then you realised his intense stare on you and you quickly looked down, heat raising to your cheeks. "Stop, staring, it's creepy."

Steve let out a throaty chuckle and said. "I can say the same thing about you."

You opened your mouth to reply but the Bucky's exasperated voice interjected with a grunt. "You both can do this later. Now, come on before the sunsets and the light is gone." And harshly thrusted his phone in the direction of the door.

You chuckled. "Alright, let's go." Steve held your hand as you both walked outside the compound and into the evening sun. After, finding a place where the background was greenery instead of a concrete jungle. You perched on his Harley. Your hand snaked around his neck as his came down to rest on your butt while he stood in the middle of your legs and both came forward to kiss each other.

Bucky clicked the picture but Steve didn't let you go until the need for oxygen became dire. You smiled bashfully and wiped your mouth as you finally got off his bike and went to the very unimpressed Bucky.

He shoved your phone into your hands and ran away before he had to endure any of your pda any further.

You shrugged it off and looked at the photo. Thankfully, it was good and you gave Steve a thumbs up before posting it with a caption:

I corrupted the golden boy and I'm not sorry 😈

Steve also posted the same picture but his caption was more modest:

My love ❤

And. It. Blew. Up, again.

The haters and racist started whining again. Sane people supported you both and laughed at the haters, going as far as making memes. You were trending again, many famous people also came out of the woodworks and congratulated you both which made you roll your eyes.

You didn't care about the public thought of you. You wanted to troll the haters and you successfully accompanied that.

However, it didn't end there. As your devil incarnate friends decided to add fuel to the fire by posting pictures of you and Steve being all over each other with a complimentary middle finger emoji. And apparently, everybody had one.

Either you two were pervs Or your friends were nosey as fuck. Natasha and Bucky agreed with the former assumption.

Bucky posted you both kissing on a picnic.

Natasha of you sitting in Steve's lap.

Sam posted a photo of your head resting in his lap.

Heck, even Peter posted a photo where Steve was kissing your temple.

There were many more but you that was enough for the day as you switched off your phone and tossed it on the bed side table.

"I just wish, no pray that my parents don't see any of these pictures or I will be having an interesting phone call with them. The relatives are still blasting my phone but I ignored them as always." You rambled to Steve as he slid under the covers.

Steve let out a raspy chuckle and said. "I don't think they haven't seen it yet as we're all over the, well everything."

You groaned and pouted at Steve because he didn't need to always tell the truth but as soon as you locked eyes with him you melted in his oceanic blue gaze. He pulled you into his comforting arms and you happily obliged.

"Steve, now that the whole mess is kinda resolved. What's next?" You asked as you gazed into his sapphire blue eyes.

He hummed and gazed back at you. "What's next? Good question, but I don't think you want to hear the answer to that. Would ruin the fun. " He whispered and leaned down to kiss you before you could question him further.

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers angst #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers moodboard #steve rogers x desi reader #steve rogers #captain america x reader #steve rogers x fem!reader #steve rogers x f!reader #steve rogers x female reader #steve rogers x you #steve rogers x y/n #chris evans #chris evans x desi!reader #chris evans x you #captain america imagines #captain america

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the-desilittle-bird · 1 year

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Author's Note- This was better in my mind... 🥲

Requests are always open and well appreciated.

Thank you and Enjoy your reading!

Peculiar Things

Loki Laufeyson x Desi!Reader

Summary- Loki notices weird things about (Y/N)...

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Warnings- None

GIF Credits to @tomhiddleston-gifs

The moon shone brightly in the starry night as the light breeze tickled the green mountains. The lake water stood still with a few swans swimming peacefully, completely unaware of the two laying on the luscious grass.

Loki's emerald like eyes watched (Y/N) with love and adoration, his fingers caressing her hand as her breathing slowed down. The God of Mischief found himself at awe as he watched her sleeping form before looking back at the moon.

He smiled to himself as he remembered (Y/N) watching the moon every night, always humming some song from her native language. Chand. She called it while smiling.

It was later that Loki realized that it was not only her who was awestruck by the moon. It was the entirety of population of India and those with Indian descent; or at least mostly.

Loki turned to face her, smiling widely, as his fingers interlaced with hers. Another peculiar thing about her was the distance she maintained with Loki even after they started courting.

"We don't show off the relationships until... never in public."

She had told Loki, making him frown. Even in Asgard, publicly displayed affections before marriage was frowned upon but after that? Loki would never understand that.

Then there was her unhealthy relation with fried food and sweets. It made him wonder how she remained so fit after having so much amount of oil and sweets. Probably her workout sessions helped.

And oh! The amount of confusing things she would do sometimes. Loki remembered how she had made Steve wait for 3 minutes before getting off the quinjet for a mission just because he had sneezed loudly.

"It's a bad omen."

She had explained later, making everyone raise their eyebrows. The Avengers loved (Y/N) a lot, Loki understood that fact early on when he had attacked New York.

He also loved how she would use her fingers to eat her food. Rice or whatever she has. All of them cooked by herself specially for herself. She never let anyone taste it.

Once Tony had stolen a bit of her rice and fish curry and had ate it without sharing. The spice was enough to make the Stark man run to the nearest tap and drink two gallons of water. It was a funny scene and had entertained everyone while (Y/N) sat in the corner, giving him a I-told-you look.

Another thing was her unholy obsession with those stupid Indian serials and series. Loki unfortunately found the web series originating from India stupid, no offense to them truly. But perhaps it was because of the amount of western series he had seen.

But yet, he loved (Y/N) with all he was. Even if he found her peculiar things comical, it didn't really matter, for his love for (Y/N) was way more than anything.

#loki x reader #loki of asgard #loki fanfic #loki laufeyson #loki laufesyon x reader #avengers imagine #loki imagine #loki x desi!reader #desi reader #tom hiddleston x you #tom hiddleston x desi!reader

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starksvinyls · 1 year

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Title: Little Spider Rating: Teen+ Pairing: Peter Parker & Tony Stark Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - BDSM, Non-Sexual Age Play, Light Angst, Soft Tony Stark Summary: In a world where everyone is given a Dominant or submissive leaning designation when they turn 18, Peter Parker has just been given his and he's not sure how it's going to affect his future as Spiderman, or with the Avengers. Thankfully, he's got a pretty great mentor who always knows what to say. Notes: so i've had the idea for a d/s verse rattling around in my head for awhile and when i saw the spice prompt for day two of @ageplay-may, which was d/s verse, i knew it was time to introduce my verse 'little spider'. i'm not sure when more of this will come (maybe with more age play may prompts?) as i'm working on this event plus 3 bingos lmao. but i hope you enjoy this!! AO3 Link

“Kid, you okay?” Tony’s voice, laced with concern pulled Peter out of whatever fog is was in.

Peter wasn’t sure how he got to the lab. He had left his appointment at the designation center in a daze, and somehow his feet had carried him all the way to the tower. He didn’t remember a subway or bus ride so he must have walked.

“Peter.” Tony was now in front of him, ducking his head slightly to try and catch Peter’s eye. “What’s wrong, what happened?”

Peter couldn’t get the words out. He knew, logically, that this wasn’t the end of the world. Many people got this designation, and they weren’t turned out by their friends or family for it. It was just who they were. But something in Peter, a small part of his brain that was getting louder by the minute, was yelling that Tony wouldn’t ever want to see him again. He would take the suit, kick him off the Avengers. He wouldn’t want a…there was no place for someone like him on the team. There was no place for someone like him to be Spiderman.

Tony’s hands were suddenly cupping his face, gently swiping at the tears Peter was mortified to realize were slipping from his eyes. “Pete, hey, c’mon.”

“I had my appointment today.” He whispered, eyes slipping closed. He was too scared to see Tony’s reaction. “I…please don’t take the suit! Please don’t kick me off the team!” Peter burst out.

He was suddenly pulled against the older man’s chest, wrapped in a hug. Peter brought his arms up and clung to the back of the AC/DC shirt Tony was wearing. “Sweetheart, no matter what your designation I’m not going to take the suit and you’ll still be an Avenger. You know we don’t care, and your designation doesn’t determine who you are outside of that. We don’t treat Clint or Bucky or Wanda any different do we?”

Peter shook his head, still buried in the fabric of Tony’s shirt. “But I’m not like them. I’m not a normal submissive.”

Tony forced Peter back, hands on his shoulders, to really look at him. “What do you mean? No matter what you are, you’re normal, Pete.”

Peter couldn’t get his voice to work. To tell Tony what his designation was. Finally he pulled off his backpack and rummaged around for the paper he had hastily shoved in there earlier. It was wrinkled, one corner had a small rip, but he handed it over to the older man.

Tony read it silently. Eyes scanning the results of the blood test and brain scans. Peter watched silently, a stone of dread sitting heavy in his stomach. As soon as Tony read the words at the bottom of the paper everything would be over. Peter wouldn’t have the suit anymore, he wouldn’t be on the team, he would lose-

“Sweetheart.” Tony’s voice was gentle, pulling Peter from his own dark thoughts. “It’s okay, Pete. This doesn’t change anything, okay?”

“How- how can you say that? This changes everything!” Peter cried.

Tony pulled him into another hug and Peter went boneless, sagging against the solid chest he was pressed against. “Pete, sweetheart. Being a Little doesn’t change anything. You’re still smart and strong and capable. You’re still Peter Parker, still Spiderman. That doesn’t change just because of your designation.”

“A-are you sure?” He hated how small he sounded…how little.

Tony took Peter’s hand and led him over to the old worn couch in the corner. It had definitely seen better days, but it smelled like Tony and motor oil and machinery; it smelled comforting, and right now Peter needed all the comfort he could get. Peter let Tony take his backpack and lean it against the side of the couch and then Peter was pulled down into Tony’s side as the man sat down. They had never cuddled before, and Peter was a little stiff, unsure. But Tony wasn’t having that and tugged and pulled and maneuvered Peter until he was tucked into Tony’s side and wrapped up in those strong arms.

“Every designation is normal, Pete, you know that.” Tony said gently. “That even applies to superheroes. No matter what your designation, you can still go out and help people. Think of all the first responders you meet out on patrol, do you think all of them are Doms?” He waited for Peter to shake his head before continuing. “Exactly. Being a Little doesn’t take away your powers, or your kind heart, and it certainly doesn’t take away Spiderman.”

Neither of them said anything for a while. Peter needed some time to process his mentor’s words, and Tony was content to sit there and let him while he ran his fingers through Peter’s hair. Finally, after nearly thirty minutes, Peter spoke.

“Thank you, Mr. Stark.”

“Anytime, kid,” The man nudged Peter into sitting up. “Now, how about I show you what I’ve been working on all day?”

#agepl4y may 2023 #starker #starker fic #ironspider #little spider verse #starksvinyls fic #*ageplay

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ad1thi · 7 months

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thinking post-afghanistan and desi tony attempting a bucket shower thoughts ,,,,

#adi talks #desi tony stark #post im1

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thesexydevils · 2 years

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Mine Truly - Part Two

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only.

I do not give permission for my work to be re-posted anywhere even if you give credit. But please re-blog and comment. Thank you!

I am not a professional writer, so I am already saying sorry for any mistakes. Just so you know English is my fourth language, so please don’t be so hard on me. My stories are mostly written for adults and have mature topics.

Pairing: Dark Tony Stark x Desi (Indian) OFC

Summary: Tony Stark’s interest is awakened by a new feisty and strong Intern.

Warnings: dark fic, non con, manipulation, stalking, workplace harassment, misuse of power and money, desi ofc, dark Tony Stark

Part One

Everything written in cursive are thoughts (not said out loud).

Mine Truly - Part Two

No POV.

“Love, stop moving! I want to give you time to get to know me, but you are making it harder for me to control myself. Trust me, you don’t want to see me out of control. You are not ready for this side, yet.”

These words hunted her dreams that night. She woke up in sweat and panic, her heart was running a marathon and her body was shaking like a leaf. It was a nightmare but this time it was not something her brain made up but her reality.

Yesterday after Pepper left the room, she was alone with Tony and the few moments with him freaked her out. She prayed to her Shiv ji to keep her family and herself safe but for the first time she felt scared.

Scared of the man who was one of the most powerful and rich men on this earth. His forceful interest in her, made her fear for herself and she understood one thing for sure Tony won’t think twice to get her family involved.

A knock on the door startled her. “Mahi, bachcha everything okay? Even yesterday after work you were stressed and now you look like you had a bad dream.” Her mother spoke softly as she sat down beside her, touching her forehead lovingly.

“Ma, I had a nightmare, it felt too real.” She wiped her daughter’s hair out of her face. “Bachcha, it was only a bad dream. You are my strong girl.”

“I am not strong, mama. I am…” A sob left her lips, and the young, distressed woman hugged her mother.

“Of course, you are my strong girl, and I am not saying this because you are my daughter but because I have seen it with my own eyes. You have been so strong since your dad passed away. You let me grief and took care of us without complaining. I know it had been a very hard year and it was also my fault you had to take the responsibility of us. I feel like the past year I have been a failure as a mother.”

It broke her heart to hear her mother cry. “No, no, no… Mama don’t say that ever again! You are not a failure. I agree that the last year was horrible and losing Papa devastated all of us, but you still managed to be here for us. He was the love of your life, and I can’t imagine what you are going through, but you are also fighting every day to give us a good life.”

She wiped her mother’s tears away. “Mama never say that you are weak or a failure because wherever Papa is, his soul won’t be happy or at peace seeing the only woman he ever loved, so sad and in pain all the time. I am not saying you should not grief or cry, but I want my happy and full of life mother back. Trust me Papa would want her back too.”

Both the mother and child held each other for the next few minutes. They broke apart and the older woman wiped her daughter’s tears and gave her a sad smile. “Okay, now tell me, did something happen yesterday? Because if I remember correctly you were very happy when you left for work, but when you came back, you were scared and angry at the same time.”

She turned around and stood up from her bed. “Mama it’s nothing. My boss, he is just very difficult, and you know how it is.” Her mother stood up. “Mahi, if he is making your work environment difficult and hard then you should complain and if it won’t change, you can still find another internship. You are an intelligent young woman, who can do whatever she wants. I know you want to help with the expenses, you want to contribute but not when you are not happy with your work.”

Mahi had tears in her eyes, it was like her dad was talking to her, telling her to be the person she wants to be. She hugged her mother again. “Thank you, Mama. I love you.”

Her mother laughed softly. “I love you too and now go get ready. Whatever you do or choose, I will be on your side.”

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Tony couldn’t sleep, because the dark hair and beautiful dark brown eyes of Mahi kept him awake. He was making his black coffee when Jarvis notified himself. “Sir, I found the documents you wanted. Do you want to see them now?”

Tony sat down in his chair and gave the A.I. the go. “Jarvis, I hope you have all the information I wanted too and don’t forget the medical record.”

“Sir I have mailed you the medical reports from Ms. Sharma’s family too. Ms. Sharma lives with her mother and a younger sister. Mr. Sharma died last year in his sleep and according to the reports it was a heart attack. Because of her father’s death Ms. Sharma rejected an internship in London.”

“Jarvis, show me their annual income and where does her mother work and do they have any loan to pay?”

Jarvis showed him all the documents, and Tony felt bad for his girl. Losing a parent was hard, he knew it from firsthand. For some reasons he didn’t like the thought of her being sad. Tony loved her fierce, strong, and stubborn nature.

“Jarvis, track her location and let me know when she leaves her place. I want a team to investigate the stealing matter, let Pepper know I will handle it from here and I want a meeting with her and Happy.”

Tony was drinking his coffee and going through Mahi’s Instagram account, screenshotting every photo he liked. But then a photo with a guy came up, making him angry.

“Find out who this guy is? I want his information and if he is her boyfriend, then I need to take care of it.”

Jarvis was going through the personnel data, choosing some of the best one for the team and a memo was sent to Pepper as well as a meeting confirmation for her and Happy.

Tony was still going on her social media accounts when his mobile rang, and Pepper’s name popped up.

“Tony, why are you handling the finance matter? I thought we were clear that we can’t trust any stranger who wants few minutes of fame.” Lately Pepper was pissing Tony off, she had forgotten who he really was.

“No, you made the decision without listening to that girl and you didn’t even want to talk about it. You know if I didn't know you, I would think you have a part in all the thievery.”

Pepper sighed in irritation. “Tony, are you fucking kidding me? You only care because you want that girl to warm your bed, but you know she isn’t your type? I am sure she won’t fall for your charm, and I am not sure if money is going to help either. I saw the way she looked at you and it was not in a good way.”

He threw his coffee mug on the floor. “Have you forgotten who you are talking to? Then let me remind you I am the one who made you the CEO of Stark Industry and it will take only one call to take everything you have worked so hard away.”

Pepper was shocked, he had never threatened her openly before. “Tony, you are threatening me because of a mere girl. Girls like her come and go but you can’t…”

“Stop. I don’t care what you think about her but in front of me you will not talk about her in a bad way. And Pepper darling, I was not threatening you, I was only reminding you of who I am. I am Tony Stark and don’t you ever forget that.”

Tony hung up without waiting for her reply. “Jarvis, send an Iron suit to Mahi’s house and report to me if there is anything I should know. Let me know when she arrives at the office.”

“Yes Sir.” Tony sat down on his white couch and closed his eyes. Mahi’s face appeared in front of him, her eyes full of fire. Her soft curves pressed against him and one of his hands pinned her arm behind her back. He dipped his head to her exposed neck and inhaled her sweet fragrance.

“Don’t…” Her voice trembled in desperation, but Tony didn’t know if it was out of fear or his affect on her.

His nose glided from her neck to her jaw without his lips touching her skin. “Are you scared, love?” Mahi opened her mouth to reply but he was called by Jarvis and his daydream of his darling was interrupted.

“Sir, Ms. Sharma has arrived.”

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The elevator stopped at her floor and walked straight to the small storage room. On my way she heard some whispers from others, but her mind wasn’t there with her. Mahi opened the door and was hit with cold air, but today the coldness of the room didn’t bother her much. She turned the light on and walked straight to the small table, putting her things on the chair.

Suddenly she had a weird feeling, it was the same one that she got when she was in the elevator with Tony Stark. She looked around the poorly lightened room as a shadow walked from the darkness into the light.

Tony Stark wore his thousands of dollars three-piece suit and his famous red colored glasses.

“Really? Sunglasses, here in this room, where you can’t even see more than the table.” She rolled her eyes and normally she would have screamed and ordered him to leave but she wasn’t stupid. Afterall it was his company, and he could literally go anywhere here.

“What can I say love, it’s fashion. You look lovely by the way even if you had not a good night sleep.” She angrily looked at him. “How the hell do you know that? Are you stalking me now? Or was one of your minions watching me?”

He smiled and moved the traitorous lock of hair behind her ear. “No love, your tired eyes and body language told me this. Mahi pushed his hand away. “And who is at fault for this?”

Tony couldn’t help but smirk at her question. “Oh, so now you are dreaming about me? Probably even thinking before you closed your eyes. I should confess too I couldn't sleep the whole night either and for the first time it was something or better to say someone else than my work to keep me from sleeping.”

Mahi angrily turned her back to him and folded her arms. “Nightmare! They were nightmares and don’t think for a second that I would have had anything else then nightmares of you.” A chuckle left his lips as he opened his coat buttons and stepped behind her.

Her mind and her body, both were tired and slowed her reaction time, so when he moved forwards and circled his strong arms around her small body and placed his chin on her shoulder. “Well, it’s a start. At least you have started thinking of me. In a few days the nightmare will turn into a sensual, horny wet dream.”

Mahi tried to prey his arms off her, he on the other hand loved her feisty side. Tony took her delicate skin between his teeth and bit it gently. He angled his face to her neck and started sucking her skin, leaving hickeys on her left side.

Her taste and her sweet smell put Tony in a euphoric state and his mind would still be clouded if she had not fought harder and got herself out of his grip. Mahi harshly turned around and pushed him away, but Tony caught her hand and kissed her fisted knuckles.

“Let me go, you psycho!” He laughed but still let her hands go and stepped back, buttoning his coat up.

“So, we have a date tonight. I will pick you up at 7 pm for dinner at a very fancy Italian restaurant and after that we will go for a long drive. Darling I will see you later and I will drive you back home after work.” He walked back like nothing happened.

His behaviour fueled her anger more, and she couldn’t help but lash out at him. “That is not going to happen Mr. Stark. Not tonight or tomorrow or any other night. You really think I will go out with you? If so, then you don’t deserve the title of a genius.”

His hand froze at the door handle. “Careful love, don’t say anything that would get you in problems.” Tony faced back at her and took his glasses off. The playfulness and warmth he had before was gone, his cold brown eyes got darker and stared deeply into her eyes.

“Problems? You are my problem, why don’t you understand that I have no interest in you or in anything related to you. Since I met you the only thing you have done is to harass and misbehave with me. Just because you have money, you think you are a god, who can do whatever he wants without any consequences?”

“Mahi don’t. Love, you are going to make me angry and trust me you don’t want to see that side of mine. And yes, I can do whatever I want. Afterall I am Tony Stark, a genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist and on the top Iron Man. But if you want me to be your God, I will happily take up the role.”

Mahi fisted her hands in anger. “You will be nothing to me, not even if you are the last man on earth. You arrogant bastard.”

“I wanted to give you time and do it the right way, but you lost that option and now you will learn it the hard way. You just said even if I am the last man on earth, I will be nothing to you, but now I am going to be the only man you will have. I will make sure that my way is the only way you take.”

He ripped the door open and left the small room, leaving a very disturbed and angered Mahi behind.

#dark tony stark #dark!tony stark #dark marvel #desi ofc #indian #harrassment #stalking #dark fic #mine truly #tony x ofc

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