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raccoonfallsharder · 3 months

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do you think Rocket could've used more "tech genius" moments in the movies? For someone supposedly smarter than Stark, it's not actually really shown..

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headcanon 18 ˚₊‧✶

a standard disclaimer: i am highly biased in the fact that i am like “every scene should have 100% more rocket, even scenes that are already rocket”

but i think two things are going on here

the first is that i think as a general audience, we read tony’s genius more easily than rocket’s (and yes this is a cultural indictment). tony spends a long time making a pretty iron suit with his bruce-wayne-money and some cool weird holographic touchscreens in a shiny lab, and people pick up on that more easily than rocket scavenging parts from the milano to make a bunch of bombs and a moon-killing firearm in five minutes (tantamount to less than a second of actual screen time) because it’s quick and grimy and he just keeps them in a dirty box. audiences are classist ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ and im making this assertion because we do it all the time with real-life geniuses too

this relates to my second point which is that i think that “tech genius moments” probably don’t play well with a general audience when there are “too many” of them, and that in the main trilogy the writers relied on a lot of narrative cues that the audience was meant to pick up (but didn’t, or didn’t in quite the same way that they did with tony because again — pretty shiny lab vs dirty box) & we’re supposed to use those to attribute intuitive technological, strategic, and piloting genius to rocket

let’s break it down! (because im up early && work doesn’t start for another hour)

in volume one, when rocket breaks everyone out of the Kyln im pretty sure we’re meant to read that as a sequence establishing him as the tech & strategic mastermind of the group. i think that is meant to be confirmed in the sequence where in like five minutes he’s salvaged a ton of parts from the milano to make his box-o-bombs & the hadron enforcer, which is the weapon that makes the end of volume one possible, having been used to knock out ronan initially and to break the stone from the cosmi-rod or universal weapon or whatever. (keep in mind he repaired the hadron enforcer within moments of crashing the warbird into the dark aster, crashing the aster into a planet, losing his best friend, getting tossed around by the cosmi-rod, AND having only the resources available to him on a crash-site/battlefield. i do wish we’d gotten more of THIS sequence but like i guess we had to make time to watch chris pratt dance. whatever; i guess i get it from a cinematic standpoint — a classic “it was your story all along but the studio wanted us to focus on starlord” situation)

in volume two, every tech advancement the team has is directly or indirectly credited to rocket. the aero rigs being the main one, i think? but there’s also the mines in the berhert forests with the yondu clan, a conflict where one lil guy almost beat a hoarde of ravagers all by his lonesome due to his strategic genius (and i suspect still would have if not for the unexpected addition of nebula). we also have the dialogue with quill where he asserts that he’s a piloting genius. and rocket’s genius is once again the main reason they win the fight — his ability to create the battery-bomb in like twenty seconds or less.

in volume three, we see him invent gravity boots, we’re meant to attribute the creation of the bowie and presumably the entire speaker system threading knowhere to him (im not sure but possibly also the ocular cannon and some other other knowhere shit??). he’s responsible for all nebula’s upgrades (⸝⸝o̴̶̷᷄‸o̴̶̷̥᷅⸝⸝) which are FANCY. and even though he’s just a babby, we see him solving complex equations, resolving problems the high evolutionary struggled with, crafting a key out of stolen odds-and-ends, and piloting a spacecraft he’s probably never even seen before.. additionally the gravity boots circle back around and are key in his overcoming the high evolutionary (through a combo of tech skill & strategic genius)

i think, narratively speaking, this is a solid amount of “genius establishment” with the time we had, imo. if we made the movies longer to add in more genius moments, i would not complain, though!

THAT SAID. look infinity war and endgame treated our boy so badly. SO badly. i feel certain that given five minutes in Nidavellir he could’ve figured out another way to get that forge up and running. I think we see rocket with the science bros working on the gauntlet (a dynamic i would quite have enjoyed more if) and working on… maybe he’s prepping the benatar for the time heist? I can’t remember, but it’s when he gives stark the classic “you’re only a genius on earth” line. but iw/endgame didn’t give a fuck about the guardians (i get it, i get it, it was the send-off for the og avengers, whatever) so it’s a lot of weak shit and i do wish we had more things establishing him as the true brains of that outfit lol

ANYWAY that’s all my thoughts!! thanks for this really fun ask!!!

#rfh asks #rocket raccoon #guardians of the galaxy #gotg rocket #gotg #mcu #dae thinks too much #rfh headcanons

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irondadpolaris · 9 months

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Prompt: Peter was in the caves

Words: 455 - CW: Mild Swearing / Plane Crashes / The Caves from Iron Man 1

When Tony Stark had gone to that weapons demonstration he hadn’t expected to be taken hostage. Well- he wouldn’t say that. Kidnapping was always a possibility in the controversial celebrity’s life but he was a genius with a security team and literal hoards of weapons, it was safe to say that he may have gotten a little overconfident with his galavanting.

What he also didn’t expect was Yinsen. And certainly not Peter.

Peter. The kid. The innocent kid.

The kid had been travelling with his Uncle to India for his Uncle’s job. They had taken several layovers to save on cost but had… gone down over Afganastan, directly into the Ten Rings’ territory.

Peter had said that there had been other people with him when they were found but they had no idea where they were now. Would Tony be an asshole for saying he didn’t care? It felt selfish to say but Peter was there. Peter was there, safe with Tony and he couldn’t bring himself to care much about anything else.

That was the other thing he didn’t expect. Emotional development. Even just thinking of the term in relation to himself made him a little queasy. He had spent years creating and maintaining the perfect persona even around people like Pepper and Rhodey. It was safe, predictable and something that Tony could always fall back on.

Then in strolls this stupid genius kid with brains that even younger Tony would have been envious of but with a wide toothy grin, eyes that shone in the darkness of the caves and cheeks that glowed all rosey with any kind of emotion. The kid was sassy, kind, smart and pure. The kind of pure that let him melt a door straight through the iron walls surrounding Tony’s heart, nestling in and setting up a permanent home right at the core of his soul.

The idea should have probably been scary but it all happened so fast, the kid was there to stay and Tony wouldn’t have it any other way.

They had to get out of there.

Peter had been attached to the iron suit in what was like a makeshift armoured backpack and then wrapped in the old ratty blanket that he had slept under. It worked perfectly to keep the sensitive kid out of the sun and sand despite the two day walk. Peter kept the scraps and minimal amount of water they’d stashed safe until that fateful moment the helicopter’s cooling shadow descended atop them.

If Rhodey was shocked to see Peter then he didn’t show it. That was until later when the realisation dawned on the world.

Peter was there to stay and the world was all the better for it.

#iron dad #irondad and spiderson #fanfic #fluff #guess who's back from their writing slump #ive had this idea for a while but ive never been able to put it into words

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themculibrary · 1 year

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Flash Thompson Masterlist

5 times Peter Parker ignores Flash and 1 time he didn’t (ao3) - Dorthea N/R, 14k

Summary: Flash is known for being a bully, and most of the time Peter ignores it. But what happens when he dosen't ignore Flash?

Or 5 times Peter Parker ignores Flash and 1 time he didn’t.

Afternoon coffee (ao3) - sapphirestark T, 3k

Summary: “Shut it, kid,” the second gunman snarled, his weapon now pointing at Peter. Which would be fine if his friends weren’t directly behind him, only barely protected by a table and some chairs.

He strained his hearing for sirens but couldn’t make them out yet. Instead, he heard Flash whisper “Parker’s gone fucking crazy”. He slowly took steps sideways, away from his teammates, to get them out of the possible shooting radius.

“I’m just saying. Five years minimum. All that for ten grand?”

A Soft Place to Land (ao3) - Typewriter_witchcraft betty/ned, flash/peter N/R, 98k

Summary: “With great power comes great responsibility.” Yeah, right. More like, with great power comes stab wounds and bloody sheets and a hero complex that could take down even the strongest of men. And Peter, well, he isn’t the strongest of men. Not to mention that Peter’s hero complex doesn’t exactly extend to himself.

May still doesn’t know that he’s Spiderman. Because of this, she also doesn’t know about his increased metabolism, hunger, strength, sensitivity, everything. He didn’t really notice, for the first few weeks, until he hears May on the phone with one of her work friends discussing how she didn’t realize how much teenage boys eat. Peter immediately stopped eating.

Flash knows something is up. He knows the signs, or at least he thinks he does. And he’s going to get to the bottom of things, one way or another.

A Tour of One's Own (ao3) - froggy-o (bobafiend) G, 4k

Summary: Captain America knows Peter! And Peter knows Thor! And Thor knows...a lot of lesbians.

Otherwise known as the time that Flash Thompson was proved royally incorrect. (Again.) This time on a field trip tour of Stark Industries.

Aye Oh- Let’s Go! (ao3) - FrozenHearts minor wanda/vision T, 12k

Summary: Flash knows something is up with Peter.

He sets about to prove it to the Decathalon Team.

Elevator Mishaps and Identity Reveals (ao3) - HolyKingWasteLand T, 6k

Summary: Peter gets the Decathlon Team a tour at Stark Industries and something goes wrong, leading to the reveal that Peter is their friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man.

Geniuses and Genius Bars (ao3) - elephreak G, 4k

Summary: Tony was giving a speech to the Midtown School of Science and Technology. Naturally Peter’s excited, until he isn’t, and Tony finally meets Flash Thompson.

Have Them Over (ao3) - canonismybitch ned/peter T, 2k

Summary: Flash likes to host Decathlon meets, but he's never hosted one with his parents present.

Peter and Ned are a cute couple around their Decathlon team, Flash's parents don't approve. That is not stopping him from defending his friends.

Not Who You Think (ao3) - lostintheclouds321 G. 14k

Summary: Flash and his father are awarded a tour of the Avenger’s compound.

Peter Parker is Spiderman (ao3) - manymessyfandoms T, 1k

Summary: Peter accidentally reveals his identity while at school.

Saviour (ao3) - chvotic G, 5k

Summary: Spider-Man didn’t move when Flash reached up to where his mask met the rest of his suit, his fingers curling under the material before pulling it over his head. Flash felt his breath hitch as he lifted the mask from Spider-Man’s chin to his forehead, gawking at the fact that Peter Parker’s pale, sweaty and tear stained face was now on show. He couldn’t believe it.

Or, in which, Flash Thompson is attacked by a stranger and Spider-Man swoops in to save him.

Some Things Require More Than Just Spider-Man (ao3) - baloobird T, 2k

Summary: Tony takes Peter out for some ice cream after school. Everything is perfect.

Too bad it’s about to be ruined by Flash and his cronies.

Team Spiderman (ao3) - inkinmyheartandonthepage G, 1k

Summary: Peter comes crashing through the school library but has no idea how or why. Luckily the decathlon team is understanding.

The One Where Flash Learns Peter is Spiderman (ao3) - PeterStark G, 3k

Summary: On a field trip to SI, Peter kicks names and takes ass, unfortunatly in front of his bully… Peter’s definitely regretting his life choices, and the fact that the baddie he fought the day before broke his ribs.

Alternatively: The One Where Flash Learns Peter is a Stark

Also Alternatively: The One Where Tony Nearly Kills Flash

Wait, You Actually Work Here? (ao3) - orphan_account G, 3k

Summary: Peter goes on a field trip to the Avengers Tower with his class. Everyone loves him except for Flash, who is getting suspicious of Peter.

#themculibrary #mcu #marvel #spiderman #spiderman masterlist #flash thompson #flash thompson masterlist #masterlists #peter parker

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gloryofroses19 · 2 years

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Prequel to Iron Legacy

My Hero

By SAMANTHA STARK - May 2023

Thanos, who took so much from us all, asked my brother if the world would remember him. The stories of Tony Stark’s heroism are currently being told around the universe, in multiple languages by multiple races. His memory will be kept alive by people who were saved by Iron Man to those who received benefits from his philanthropy. To the world, Tony Stark became a hero once he donned the suit of iron which made him Iron Man. But to me, Tony Stark was a hero long before that.

He became my hero before I even remember, when he was just a boy. A boy who tested his parents’ and caregivers' patience by staying out late, hacking into the Pentagon on a high school dare and ditching school to work on inventions like jet-powered roller skates. A boy at fifteen who learned that he was going to be a big brother and decided he would be the man that their father never was for him. A boy who would give his infant sister a bottle in the dead at night to let Edwin Jarvis rest. A boy at seventeen who was forced to become the man to take over his father’s legacy and his two-year-old sister’s legal guardianship.

There’s a common feeling of detest among younger siblings when they’re compared to their older counterparts. It’s a sentiment I never felt because I have never been nothing but proud to be compared to my brother. Tony is often cited for saying that I was what he was most proud of (prior to the birth of his daughter). For some to think that I could be even comparable to my genius, funny, reckless, innovative older brother was astonishing to me. I think what he didn’t internalize was that I was proud of him too. And making sure he knew that is a regret I’ll have to live with for the rest of my life.

Tony and I were always looked at as if we were night and day. The genius, billionaire playboy philanthropist who sought out the limelight and his billionaire bookworm sister who hid from it. I’ve never figured out if Tony truly craved the limelight or he did it for necessity, but I’d like to believe it was both. Human nature says we crave admiration and attention so who was Tony to deny that? But what if he made a big enough splash in the media to turn the prying eyes away from the little girl who was trying to navigate the world around her and the legacy left for her.

But what is a legacy? The Oxford English Dictionary defines a legacy as “money or property that is given to you by someone when they die.” The legacy that Tony was given was the last name Stark. His whole life he was told he was destined for greatness based only on the virtue of his name. The very same Stark name that was synonymous with weapons of war thanks to my father’s selfish interests. Until Tony changed that, those weapons of war became resources for clean energy and a brighter future. Thanks to a gift from professor Ho Yinsen in a cave in Afghanistan, my brother realized that his purpose was to better the world.

The monikers of Stark and Iron Man do not provide me with destined demands, because there is no such thing as destiny. The last thing I said to my brother was that it was okay, that we were going to be okay. I’m still not okay, I don’t know if I ever will be because a part of me will forever be lost. I thought I knew who I was, but I now see that I don't know how to be anyone but Tony Stark’s little sister. It is something that I need to figure out but without the shade of his love, protection and support, I worry that I will fail. But Tony taught me that legacies must be earned by the choices we make. His legacy is one of heroism, altruism and perseverance and that seems like a pretty good place for me to start.

Samantha Stark is the younger sister to the late Anthony ‘Tony’ Stark. She is owner and CEO of Stark Industries.

A/N: Feedback is always welcomed and appreciated!

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#tony stark imagine #tony stark x sister!reader #tony stark x stark!reader #druig imagine #druig x reader #marvel x reader #marvel imagine #eternals x reader #eternals imagine

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babyjamiebarnes · 3 years

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Build-A-Bear

Part One

Featuring: Bucky x Stark!reader, dad!Tony, Peter Parker (platonic), background MCU characters

Warnings: [chapter] language; [series] language, smut, violence

Summary: The only people who knew she was actually a Stark were her dad, her step-mom Pepper, and her “uncles” Happy and Rhodey. A promotion within Stark Industries takes her from an already-sought after position in the Weapons Anaylsis Unit straight to the Avengers as a Weapons Enhancement Specialist... which means her dad is her new boss. There’s only one rule at work: no fraternizing with coworkers. There’s one more rule at home: no dating any Avengers. So what is she supposed to do when a grumpy super soldier becomes not-so-grumpy around her? At 25, do her dad’s rules still apply? Or is her entire livelihood at risk?

Author’s Note: I’ve written a decent portion of this but know I won’t keep writing it or post it unless I hold myself accountable and get it out there in the first place 🙈 I haven’t written much for Marvel yet but I’ve read plenty and have written for other fandoms in the past (not to mention the writing degree on my wall lol). I’ll try to post every 2-3 days to keep this moving! And if you like it and want to, buy me a coffee!

No one knew Tony Stark had a daughter. No one but Tony Stark and his daughter. Well, and her step-mom Pepper. And her godfather Rhodey. And her uncle-not-uncle Happy. But no one in their everyday lives knew. She was given her mother’s maiden name and kept a secret, even when she turned 17 and moved to a small apartment near NYU’s campus (with Happy stationed right next door, of course) to start life as a truly normal adult, or as close to normal as an undercover Stark could be. When she graduated with her PhDs in robotics and electrical engineering at 25 — proving brains really do run in the family — she moved into her own apartment in Manhattan, funded by her father under the pseudonym “Michael Myers.” Subtlety was never his strong suit.

Fortunately for you, growing up without the Stark name let you live a relatively normal life. It also allowed you to apply for a position within Stark Industries without being ushered past any red tape because of who your father is. Outside of the financial advantage you had, you worked for your spot in a STEM career. You suffered through every man in your field belittling your work despite knowing less than you. You dealt with the constant interruptions and “well, actually” because of your gender. You powered through late nights and early mornings when your mind was flowing too smoothly to quit.

The last thing you wanted to do was have all that work disregarded because you shared a name with genius billionaire playboy philanthropist Tony Stark. So you filled out the application, sent in your resume and cover letter, and attached three letters of recommendation from your professors. You went through hours of interviews, background checks (conveniently redacting your father’s name), and polygraph tests until that offer letter showed up in your email. You even had to sign the Non-Disclosure Agreements that would bar you from discussing *anything* work-related with anyone outside of your department.

You spent your first year in the weapons analysis department, evaluating alien weaponry and determining how it worked and how to disable it. You had your fair share of mishaps, of course. Holes blasted into walls, fried robot dummies, even burnt animal carcasses. By the end of your first year, your supervisor sent a commendation and proposal for you for an undisclosed promotion. After Pepper Potts “thoroughly examined your resume, cover letter, and accomplishments during your tenure with Stark Industries,” as the letter read, you were awarded a position working on the Avengers’ weapons as a Weapons Enhancement Specialist. You’d never see a fight in-person, but you were assigned to work on advancements and post-battle repairs for everyone, from the Winter Soldier’s arm to the Falcon’s wings to Vision’s... everything. The only heroes you wouldn’t work on were Iron Man and War Machine (those were your dad’s territory) and Spider-Man.

On your first day in your new position, the one and only Pepper Potts showed you to your new lab on the 47th floor. It took all your willpower to look your step-mother in the eye and say, “Wow, Miss Potts. This is amazing. It’s such an honor to meet you,” with a straight face to convince any passerby that you had no outside affiliation with her. Even if her eyes stayed steady on you, you could see her mentally rolling them.

Once you were alone behind the doors of the elevator, conversation changed course.

“You’re going to be sharing a lab with someone else,” Pepper said.

“Sweet. As long as they’re competent, that’s fine by me,” you shrugged. Part of earning your degrees was learning to share a workspace with others, even those who bumbled and fumbled with no idea what they were doing. You’d had more hair singed by nearby explosions than you’d like to admit.

“He’s still in college so he’s not here as often as the others. Most of his work will be on Spider-Man’s gadgets and suit, but you can use him for any help you need.”

Walking past the familiar faces of Dr. Banner and Dr. Cho in their respective labs, Pepper ushered you into your lab, where you were met by your father and put on the same excited facade you did with Pepper.

“Oh my god, you’re Tony Stark! This is incredible! It’s such an honor to meet you, sir!”

He shook his head at you and reluctantly accepted your outstretched hand. Oh, the jokes you’d be making at family dinners.

“Yeah, anyway, this is your new lab, Miss [Y/L/N]. Make yourself at home. This lab rat over here is mister Parker. If you have any questions, he can at least bullshit an answer for you.”

The young man on the other side of the lab perked up at the sound of his name. He tugged the goggles off his face and set down his soldering rod to rush over to you.

“Hi. Hi, I’m Peter,” he said, reaching his hand out to you.

“I’m [Y/N]. It’s nice to meet you, lab partner.”

He looked to be a bit younger than you and at least relatively smart, if the MIT sweatshirt peeking out from under his lab coat said anything. If your dad gave him an internship like this, you knew you shouldn’t question it. He had to be a genius.

The kid just smiled at you, continuing to shake your hand past what most would deem socially acceptable.

“Okay, enough of that,” Tony said, pushing on your joined hands to separate you two. “Mister Parker might be in and out of the lab from time to time. He joins the Avengers on the occasional recon mission for immediate repairs but since he’s on break from classes, you’ll see him more often than not. Play nice.”

When he noticed you surreptitiously looking Peter up and down, he added, “Remember, no fraternizing with coworkers.” He pointed a finger directly at you before he spun and pointed to your fellow lab mate, realizing he should warn Peter too to save face.

“All the blueprints you need for the Tin Man’s arm are in the system. We’ll have you start on that and see what you can do about minimizing the sound that thing makes. Any other questions, give Pep a call.”

“Thank you, mister Stark. I really do appreciate everything,” you said genuinely.

“Yeah, well… don’t let me down,” he replied, patting you on the shoulder on his way out. Pepper followed close behind, leaving you alone with Peter Parker.

“So Peter,” you started, sliding onto the lab chair next to where he remained standing, “tell me about yourself.”

“Uh… what do you want to know?” he asked as he shoved his hands into his coat pockets.

“How old are you?” you asked immediately.

“I’m 21.”

Only four years younger than you. So you’d probably get along just fine.

“I assume you’re at MIT?” He nodded. “What are you studying?”

“Biomolecular and mechanical engineering.” He said it so casually, you’d think he was talking about the last song he heard on the radio.

“Damn,” you responded, eyes wide. “I thought robotics and electrical engineering was wild but fuck, that sounds like hell.”

He laughed and nodded, letting a bit of the tension in his shoulders fall. “Yeah, it’s not easy. But it’s worth it.”

He shot you a small smile before gesturing back at his project. “I should probably get back to work and let you get started.”

For the rest of the day, you familiarized yourself with the Winter Soldier’s arm to figure out how to… turn the volume down? You assumed it was the gears inside causing the noise, but part of you wanted to outfit an audio jack and speaker just to fuck with your dad.

You and Peter worked in relative silence, aside from the playlist he had quietly playing through the lab sound system. When lunch rolled around, however, you finally spoke up.

“Hey Peter,” you called, his eyes flicking from the chemical beakers in front of him up to you. “First of all, what are you doing?”

“Um, it’s Spider-Man’s web fluid. Just trying to find more durable combinations.”

“Interesting.” As much as you wanted to touch the stringy substance, you knew better than to fiddle with someone else’s lab work. “Okay so second thing, in my last position, I’d just order food and have it brought to my floor but now that I’m on an exclusive floor, what do you do for lunch?”

“Oh, there are a couple security guys who have clearance to come into this floor. They just can’t get into any rooms so you’d have to meet them at the elevator. But I usually find something in the kitchen down the hall.”

“Oh, sweet. Thanks!” you said as you made your way out the door. Before you could fully exit, you turned back to see if Peter wanted you to grab anything. Once he promised he’d take his own break ‘once I get this one thing figured out,’ you continued to make your way to the kitchen.

As you drew closer to the doorway, you could hear three voices speaking over each other. They didn’t sound angry, but they were definitely arguing. You opened the door anyway and almost immediately froze in your tracks. The Falcon stood with one hand on his own head and one on the Winter Soldier’s head while Captain America rolled his eyes before those same eyes landed on you, along with the rest of the room.

“Perfect,” Sam started. “Hey new girl, between the three of us,” he said, pointing to himself, the Soldier, and the Captain, “who has the best hair?”

“First of all, my name is [Y/N]. Second,” you continued, making your way past them to the fridge you hoped your dad kept stocked with goodies, “that’s an unfair question.”

You grabbed a soda and popped it open before turning back to the three men. “Your hair suits each of you. Cap wouldn’t look good with Winter Soldier hair and Falcon wouldn’t look good with Cap’s hair.” You took a few steps closer, leaning against the island counter between you and eyeing each of them. Your eyes settled on the Winter Soldier, unashamedly flitting across his face and admiring the sharpness of his features. “You,” pointing at him, “could probably pull off either of their looks, though.”

Bucky smirked at you, but his rosy cheeks gave away a hint of embarrassment at your compliment. Steve and Sam, on the other hand, weren’t taking it quite as gracefully.

“What?!” Sam shouted. “Okay, now I know you’re lying. I could pull off Cap’s hair for sure.”

“You know, I think shaggy hair would really suit me,” Cap said, only half sarcastically.

You giggled to yourself as the three of them started talking over each other again, all dead set on their own hair being the best of them and positive they could pull off the others’ looks. While they bickered, you searched the pantry until you found a snack to at least get you through the remainder of the day.

“Alright boys, it’s been fun but I have work to do,” you said as you walked past them again. “Actually, wait. Bucky — can I call you Bucky?” He nodded even though you continued anyway. “If you could stop by lab six today, I’d love to check out your arm in person. The digital renderings aren’t quite the same.”

“Uh, okay. Sure. I’ll find you,” he said quietly.

“Sweet, thanks!” And with that, you skedaddled back to your lab.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x Stark!reader #Stark!reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes series #bucky x Stark!reader

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ironhusband · 3 years

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🥺🥺 ironhusbands + your card declines and the person behind you offers to pay ??

France, I can't believe you literally read my mind, this is exactly what I wanted to write.

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Tony had a bad week. Well, a bad month, really, coming up to a bad year. Maybe even a bad life. But that would be too dramatic even for him.

On the first day of Christmas, he told his dad he didn't want to make weapons when he takes over the company. On the second day of Christmas, his dad told him he was out of the will. On the third day of Christmas, his parents left. On the fourth day of Christmas, the police knocked on his door.

On the seventh day of Christmas, his card got declined at the grocery store.

"Run it through again," Tony pleaded. Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, he chanted in his mind, hoping it will keep the tears at bay. Good 'ol dad, Tony thought, not even giving him a week to mourn before he completely cuts him off. If you cry now, he wins.

"Sir, I already ran it through five times," the cashier said apologetically.

Tony looked down at what he was buying. It was nothing major; shaving cream, milk, pasta. He didn't want to risk it in cause, well, this happened, but he thought he would still have some money left. That he would have something left. Apparently not.

"I..." he should leave. Beg Obie for some money maybe and come back. Get a job. Maybe he could sell DUM-E or patent JARVIS. That would take time. He never thought he'd be seriously considering dumpster diving until now.

"I got it," someone behind him said.

Tony turned around. As far as heroes go, he pretty much looked the part. Around his age, very good looking, with a charming smile, a confident stand, and warm, soft eyes. Too bad Tony didn't need a knight in shining armor.

The humiliation stung and stubbornly, Tony turned to the cashier. "No, I got it. Run it through again."

The smile vanished. "You got nothing, man," the man rolled his eyes, "just let me pay."

Tony didn't look at him, "you're not going to pay."

"Am too."

"Am not!"

"Am too!"

"Sirs," the cashier interrupted, "you're holding up the line."

Tony glanced back at the people behind him, ranging from annoyed to symaphtic. They were whispering between themselves. Maybe talking about how this crazy guy looked a lot like Tony Stark.

Tony considered his options. Letting this guy pay might hurt his pride, but it will mean he will get out of here faster than someone can recognize him. Judging by the look in the guy's eye, he managed to stand right if front of someone as headstrong as him. He wouldn't give up without a fight. And plus, oh yeah, he would eat.

"Fine," Tony grumbled.

The guy grinned winningly and turned to pay for Tony's three items. Tony took them, quickly thanking the guy, and exiting the store as soon as possible.

Luckily for him, the other guy seemed to be competing for athlete of the year, being surprisingly speedy for a man shorter than even Tony.

"Hey, do you have anywhere to stay?"

Tony jumped at the sound of the guy creeping behind him and let out a frustrated sound when he recognized him, "what, is it national pity day? I don't need your help."

"Kinda seemed like you did," asshole pointed out.

"You don't know me."

"My question seems to be a good way to get around to it."

After a beat, Tony said, if only to make that guy get off his back, "yes, I do." He wasn't kicked out of the manor. Yet.

"Where?"

"Manhattan."

The guy's eyebrows raised, "you can't afford to pay for pasta, but you can to live in Manhattan?"

Tony glared at him, "as I said, you don't know me."

The man stopped him by putting a hand on his shoulder. Tony didn't want to make a scene by shaking him off. "Most people are nicer to their savior."

"You do this a lot?" Tony sneered, "bet you just wait for people's cards to decline so you can be the hero. What did you even buy, anyway?"

The man offered him some gum, "want some?"

Tony rolled his eyes, "of course that's what you bought."

He shrugged, "didn't have enough cash for more than gum. And your things."

Guilt wretched in Tony's gut. He didn't want this guy to pay, and now he skipped buying his groceries. Great going, Tony. Now his patheticness was affecting others. "You shouldn't have-"

"Let me drive you home," the guy cut him off, "swear if you see my car, you won't think I'm some hero who gave up his lunch or whatever you're thinking."

Even though this was the start of a very special episode, Tony asked, "would you leave me alone, then?"

The guy nodded.

"Fine."

~~~

The guy's name was Rhodey, and apparently he did what he did because his mother was some kind of nagging moral compass in his mind. Tony tried not to think of his mom - he knew if he did he would cry in front of this stranger.

Rhodey actually wasn't as talkative as Tony expected, but he did ask question after question, until Tony eventually gave up and told him, that yes, he did graduate high school, no, he already finished college, yes, he was some kind of genius, and his name was Tony. Rhodey, apparently, also got into MIT young, graduating last year, and he was working at NASA GISS now. Tony told him he was unemployed, but he was sure it wasn't for long. That would at least relax this guy.

When Rhodey pulled up at the manor, he gaped, "you're the Stark kid."

"The one and only," Tony said bitterly. He was only ever an only child, after all. He wondered if his siblings would help them out if he had them.

"Didn't inherit the fortune?"

Tony grit his teeth and didn't answer, "thanks for the ride, Rhodey."

"No problem," he said, recovering rather quickly from the shock, "check their sock drawers. Rich people have weird ass sock drawers."

Tony snorted, shutting the door of the car behind him.

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yourmcu · 3 years

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You’re Not Wrong

Pairings: Steve Rogers x reader

Request:

can you do one w Steve where the reader used to be in a really bad relationship and Steve and her get into a fight and she flinches because she think he’s going to hit her? And then he like comforts her and stuff. If you’re uncomfortable w that it’s totally okay! <3

A/n: I apologize in advance if this sucks - also I didn’t know if u wanted it to be platonic or romantic specifically, so I’m sorry for that too !!

Word count: 959

Warnings: angst

Steve Rogers doesn’t get mad.

Or ‘yell’ is probably the right term. Of course he’s capable of getting pissed sometimes.

You worked for the Avengers, being Stark’s best and most reliable intern, assistant and you know, Tony’s friend, he let you play with some of the team’s gear and weapons and eventually letting you take over all of the suit upgrades sometimes.

That was before. You were one of them now, you could say.

Because Steve wasn’t fond of the idea of someone other than the genius philanthropist to tinker with the suits when you first came in. But Tony had his reasons: you had brilliant ideas and he knew what you were capable of, he trusted you (except with his own suits of course, and he had full control of all of Peter’s because he was his responsibility). Anyway,

Steve’s gut ended up being right because some time after Tony’s assigned you to make a few upgrades, missions had been barely succeeding because of some sort of malfunction at every one, whether it was Sam’s wings or Clint’s arrows. The team always came back tense and disappointed whenever that happens. You’d apologize profusely every time. You’d promise to do better every time.

That didn’t turn out well. You got offered to join the field and kick bad guy butt with the team. Steve had no idea how, but he didn’t trust you after all those tech incidents.

It got to the point where he thought you were sabotaging everything. He just didn’t want to go into conclusions yet.

Steve finally had enough when both you and Sam came back after a mission. The mission itself was successful, but Sam was rushed to the med bay. He came out with a thick arm cast.

The captain strode over to the lab where he expected you’d be, and there you were, lost in your own thoughts as you examined Sam’s falcon wings.

On the outside it didn’t look it, but you felt horrible. Like you always felt whenever you fucked up, which was a lot. How you were still around the Avengers was beyond you.

You were nice and smart, but you were clumsy and could easily make a few too many mistakes under pressure. Tony had given you many chances to redeem yourself, now you just felt bad for him.

“We need to talk.” Steve interrupted your thoughts.

You chewed on your bottom lip, hesitating to look at the captain because of how guilty you already were.

“I’m really sorry, Cap.”

He remained silent, instead he bore his eyes into yours in search of any sincerity. You tried to avoid it. He was probably too pissed at you to even see it.

“You know what you’re doing to the team, right?” He started. You alternated looking at him for a split second, then to the ground, or the wings placed at the table in front of you. “All those accidents and now... this. Doesn’t look like you feel remorse for any of it.”

“No,” that came out more strained than you’d like.

“You still carried on the mission knowing fully well Sam was injured. He needed your help. He almost lost an arm today.”

“It’s - it’s not like.... I know you’d find a way to blame me either way.” You muttered to yourself as you rubbed your eyes, wanting anything more to fully focus on the task at hand. “I wanna make things right, Cap, I... It was the wings. Sam told me about them when we were on the way home. I’ll make it up to him-”

“What, so he could get hurt again?”

You turned to him with deeply furrowed eyebrows and your mouth slightly agape. Was he being serious right now? “I want to help, Steve-”

“And when you do,” he cut you off again. “Everything goes to shit, haven’t you noticed? What makes you think I’ll believe you’ll pull this one off?”

After that he never let you get the upper hand. He kept going, scolding you on how much trouble you’ve caused, how none of your upgrades have worked properly which he was wrong about, you did have a couple brilliant ones that worked flawlessly but he chose to focus on the ones that went wrong.

You just stood there and took everything he had to offer. He was right. Tony was out of his mind for letting you stay, for even letting you do stuff like this in the first place.

Here comes the parts where he’s telling you you’re no better at the field.

You’d never think Steve Rogers was mean. You believed he wasn’t even if he was here, mad at you, not noticing that his voice was getting louder and you felt smaller and smaller.

When he puts a hand up to run it through his hair, you flinched, thinking he was going to hit you because of how mad he was. Even Steve didn’t notice you did until you let out a shaky “I’m sorry.”

He let out a breath, his eyebrows finally relaxing as he took in what just happened. He never went off like that to anyone before.

“Y/N,” he sighed. “Look, I didn’t mean to get mad. I just-”

“I’ll talk to Tony tomorrow.” You spoke out, packing your stuff as quickly as you can.

“You don’t have to...”

“Just a minute ago you were yelling at me, telling me I’m bad at what I do,” you frowned, still not looking at him. “You’re not wrong and I’m sorry.”

“Y/N,” Steve was incapable of saying anything else other than your name, how he didn’t mean to yell, or that you didn’t have to leave. But you were already making your way out of the lab.

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shorter than I wanted it to be but I hope it’s okay :]

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moonlit-imagines · 3 years

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Headcanons for being Hope van Dyne’s child

Hope van Dyne x child!reader

Scott Lang x stepkid!reader

warnings: insects (ants), sharp weapons

a/n:

prompt: anonymous: “Happy holidays darling! Would you write HC for Hope Van Dyne's child? Love the step-parents HC 🥰”

growing up as a lil smarty pants

grandpa hank was pretty proud, although he didn’t see you very much

once every few years

but he did tell you all these crazy stories about his adventures that you honestly thought were just fiction (until you were older)

“and i was as small as an ant, but i was still incredibly strong! remember that, kid. just because you aren’t as big as someone else doesn’t mean you can’t beat them” -hank

“y/n doesn’t need to be hearing those stories, hank” -hope

“why not? they have important life lessons in them!” -hank

“why does mommy call you ‘hank?’” -you

“because mommy hates grandpa, isn’t that right?” -hank

“okay, i think that’s enough of this visit. come on, y/n, time to go” -hope

your mom was very supportive of you, nonetheless

she wanted to be different from her dad

so she showed up to EVERYTHING

birthdays, sick days, tucking you in for bed, parent-teacher conferences, art shows, you name it

“here’s some tea, jellybelly. it’ll make your throat feel better” -hope

“mom, i think i’m dying” -you

“you’ll be fine” -hope, givin’ u a kiss on the forehead

life wasn’t like, extra crazy or anything. sometimes she’d bring you to work and honestly? darren cross didn’t seem like the worst guy. he even brought you whatever you might need if your mom was staying late at work

“hey, van dyne junior! i brought you a puzzle that might keep you busy for a while...and a happy meal from mcdonalds! let me know if you need anything else, me and your mom will just be in the lab for a little while” -darren

“thank you!!!” -you

uh huh, ur mom taught u manners!

anyways you started spending more time with your grandpa cuz they had a plan

thats when you found out that his “turning small” stories were not, in fact, bullshit

“wait grandpa...you actually did shrink as small as an ant?” -you

“why would i lie?” -hank

okay well cue you wanting to shrink down to ant size now it was your new aspiration

you did learn how to command ants tho!!!!!!

but unfortunately (or not so unfortunately) hank brought scott to the party

“hi!” -you, waking scott up

“what?!” -scott, jumping back against the headboard

“hi.” -you, staring at him “im y/n. these are my ants”

bullet ants were just crawlin around the place

“oh, that’s....that’s cool. any chance you could tell me where i am or how i got here” -scott

“wouldn’t you like to know, weather boy” -you, leaving abruptly

“are you bothering our guest?” -hope, watching you proudly nod “good job, jellybelly”

mom taught u how to punch 🥰🥰🥰

and let you use scott as a punching bag

but scott wasn’t like awful or anything he was just insufferable at times

“i think you’d like my daughter cassie. she’s weird and smart just like you” -scott

“did you just call me weird? mom, can i punch him again?” -you

“no no no! i meant weird in a good way! please dont hurt me anymore!” -scott

chasing him around the yard ready to ATTACK

hank had to tell u to cut it out

“dont tell them what to do” -hope

“someone has to” -hank

“excuse me? i parent y/n just fine, better than you ever did for me!” -hope

“do they do this often?” -scott

“every time they see each other but that’s not very much” -you

“hm...hey, do you like ice cream? specifically baskin robbins?” -scott

ur mom said “we do not associate with idiots ❤️” and then proceeded to associate with said idiots

scott did end up saving u from darren tho bc that mf tried to hold u hostage and scott was really not in the mood for that bullshit

“you alright, y/n?” -scott

“murder is okay, right?” -you

after that whole ordeal he and your mom were kinda a thing uh huh

and he introduced you to cassie!!! she was amazingly sweet and you could def see the family resemblance

“is this my new sibling?! i’ve always wanted one!” -cassie

“hey, me too!” -you

you hung out with her on a weekly basis, with or without scott

and mom and grandpa were working on a ✨special project✨

one you insisted on being apart of

“no, y/n, we can’t make you your own suit. you’re too young for this sort of thing” -hope

“pleaaaaase mom? i swear i’ll he responsible with it!” -you

“you’re mother is right, y/n. you’re just not ready yet. maybe someday, but not anytime soon” -hank

scott took you on family bowling trips yes he did

and just corny stepdad shit

but he went to germany and mom and him broke up and FF to two years later when you guys had finally reunited

“scott!! you asshole!!” -you, like this -> :)

“kiddo!! sorry to hear that!!” -scott, same energy

shading him the whole time

“ach mein gott” -you

“are you kidding me, y/n? i make one mistake. ONE” -scott

“you’re one mistake has caused me to live in MINIATURE HOMES” -you

“THAT SOUNDS LIKE A GOOD THING” -scott

“WELL IT’S NOT” -you

“did you at least miss me?” -scott

“sicher habe ich” -you

“god dammit” -scott

surprise!! u kind of had a suit (for emergencies)

as a van dyne/pym, it was almost a necessity to know how to use pym particles

scott acted like a proud dad

“wow, you’re really doing it!!!” -scott

“halt die klappe” -you

“please stop” -scott, tearing up

finding out about ✨grandma✨

she possessed scott and touched ur face and told you that she was so excited to meet you but you didn’t know wtf was going on and you had the urge to smack scott but THANKFULLY you did not

“i have to meet her for real! let me help you guys!” -you

“okay” -hope

“what? really?” -you

“it’s about time we put your genius to good use” -hope

scott offered you a high five for that and u literally accepted it

“don’t get too happy, that was just an in-the-moment thing” -you, watching scott’s eyebrow raise “fine. you can have a hug”

okay okay well everything went okay and then half the world ~vanished~ including ur whole family but like cassie and her family took you in and you spent five years very alone and upset until one day cassie called you downstairs and whoopdedoo???? scott???????

“is my mom with you?” -you

“sorry, sport, she’s not...do you have your suit with you? we need to go on some...hero business” -scott

you missed scott a lot over the past 5 years, this really did cheer you up, even if it was just him

“how’ve you been holding up the past few years” -scott

“the world sucks, man” -you

“i can see that” -scott

he turned on some tunes for the two of you to enjoy otw to the avengers hq and it was probably the best memory you created since everyone disappeared

“wait, reach into the glove box” -scott

“oh, god, i hope there’s no rodents in here...” -you, reaching for a picture “is this..?”

“family photo!! you were little back then, i can’t believe how time flies. i mean, it flew really quick for me, the quantum realm is no joke” -scott

you were busy staring at the picture of your mom, you really missed her

busy ~saving the world~

and going to 2012 with scott

“hey uh just so you know, i might be able to make pym particles” -you

“‘might?’ and if we use faulty pym particles we ‘might’ die. would you like that?” -tony

“hey, back off, stark. they’re just trying to help” -scott

next thing u know ur in present day and THEN u actually got to hold the scepter bc scott let u

“im gonna stab you!!” -you

“no!!!” -scott

the other avengers, literally mourning natasha while you chase him around with a sharp weapon: 😧

okay after the place was destroyed u got to face mr. purple man and yo mama showed back up and saw you on the front lines

“y/n????” -hope

“mom????” -you

“scott!!!!” -scott

“really, scott? a shrek reference? now?” -you “...nice”

the reunion with your mom was short and sweet but you missed her forehead kisses and she gave you one immediately!!!! and she was crying but you were too bc damn

“listen, after this, we’re gonna have such a fun family night. i’m so sorry i couldn’t be there for you all this time” -hope

“mom, it wasn’t your fault...it was that purple bastard, let’s get him!” -you

“they grow up so fast...” -hope

i n s e c t f a m

insect fam killed it out there and then ✨attended tony’s funeral✨ together right after

that’s one solid family 😌💖

anyways time to celebrate a (halfway) return to normalcy

with your *sister* cassie and your mom and your...scott

you were just happy to all be together again, it’s been WAY too long

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dameronology · 4 years

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walls {steve rogers}

summary: steve just wants to look after you - even if it means breaking down your insanely stubborn walls.

warnings: swearing, mentions of blood + stitches

- jazz

Steve Rogers was overprotective.

Everyone knew it - you knew it, his team-mates knew it, his best friends knew it. Heck, the crazy old lady who lived across the hall from you knew it. Most of the time, it was pretty endearing; he’d refuse to let you walk alone in the dark and he’d make you text him when you were home safe. You knew that he was your ride-or-die, your partner-in-crime and your best friend all rolled into one. It was the sort of thing that people found their lives searching for but rarely found. Perhaps you’d been one of the lucky ones.

But, working in such close proximity to each other - and especially in a line of work where doing dangerous things was literally in your job description - could often be a source of friction. You both tried hard to work around it, but sometimes things came to head in an unavoidable way and you just had to deal with it. Steve’s overbearingness was the very anti-thesis of your rebellious tendencies and, like a match being struck, a fire was bound to start.

‘You didn’t listen to me!’

‘I did listen to you!’ You were moving around the apartment, attention half on unpacking your things and the other half on ripping into Steve.

‘So why didn’t you follow my orders?’ He was stood in the door way, a stony look on his features and his arms folded tightly across his chest. ‘I told you to get out before the agents could open fire on you-’

‘- and I got them before they did!’ You cut him off, throwing him a glare over your shoulder. ‘I had every one of those HYDRA bastards out cold before they could even reach for their guns!’

‘That’s not the point.’ Steve’s voice was cold, almost accusatory. ‘The point is that you went against my direct orders-’

‘- save it, Rogers.’ You slammed your wardrobe shut, kicking the empty bag under the bed. ‘I still have to stitch myself up and I don’t have the energy to fight with you.’

‘You need stitches?’ Right, that only made it worst. Great going, moron. ‘Why didn’t you go to medical when we landed?’

You groaned. ‘Because I couldn’t be bothered, okay? I’ve spent the last five days in rural Russia hearing Barnes and Wilson argue over weaponry tactics and I just wanted to get home and having a fucking coffee.’

Steve decided he couldn’t argue with that.

Pushing past him, you headed to your bathroom to find the first-aid kit. It wasn’t anything bad - just a small wound on your thigh. It would have been much easier to let the medic deal with it back at the base, but as you’d said to Steve, you just wanted to get home. It was much more pleasant to do it in within the walls of your own home, even if your stitches were usually a little wonky.

After ditching your SHIELD uniform for an old t-shirt of Steve’s, you propped your leg up on the counter and unwound the bandages you hastily forced on there in the quintjet bathroom. You could have stitched yourself up there and then, but the turbulence had made things a little bumpy and Thor had been banging on the door for the better part of ten minutes. Whatever genius had lead Tony Stark to put only one bathroom on those jets was beyond you, but you’d made a mental note to write him a strongly worded email.

‘Shit.’ You murmured. Even after years on the job and hundreds of stitches, they still hurt. ‘Fuuuuuuuck.’

‘Sweetheart.’ Steve’s voice came from the doorway. ‘I know you’re mad at me, but please let me help.’

Admittedly, you wouldn’t have sustained the injury if you’d just done as he’d said. Both of you were very aware of the fact but bringing it up would have simply been salt in the wound.

‘I don’t need help.’ You grunted. ‘It’s not even that big of a wound.’

‘You can’t downplay a knife wound-’

‘- it wasn’t a knife!’ You protested. ‘It was just another form of bladed, metal weapon.’

‘So...a sword, then?’ He took a step closer to you, warm hands coming to rest on your shoulders. ‘Surely that’s worst?’

Letting out a groan, you dropped the needle in defeat, taking a seat on the edge of the bath. The super soldier crouched in front of you, a large palm resting on your thigh to keep it still as the other went to work on closing your wound.

‘These look like Y-incision stitches, doll.’

‘I’m a field agent, not a doctor.’

‘Thankfully.’ He muttered. ‘I’ll get some pain killers for you from Bruce in the morning.’

‘You don’t have to do that.’ You replied. ‘I’m fine, I swear.’

‘It’s more for me, actually.’ Steve quirked a brow at you. ‘You’re a real grouch when you’re in pain and I have to live with you.’

Steve was fluent in...well, you. He knew exactly what to say and exactly what to do to get you to do things (usually in the form of looking after yourself). You would never admit that you needed painkillers but you would take them if he insisted that it made life easier for him. It was one of the oldest tricks in the book - and you were completely aware of his play.

‘In that case, I suppose I should take them then.’ You casually shrugged.

‘Thank you.’ He leant up to give you a kiss on the cheek.

After giving the wound one final clean, Steve wrapped a bandage around your thigh and picked you up, carrying you back to the bedroom. He placed you down on the bed and took a seat beside you. The post-fight tension quickly returned, seeping into the nooks and crannies of the temporary truce you’d found in the bathroom. The issue was still there; you were still mad at each other.

‘Next time something like that happens, please go to the nurse.’ Steve gently reached out to you, placing his hand over yours. ‘It might injure your pride but that won’t kill you.’

‘It might.’

‘Baby.’ He groaned. ‘I can live with you ignoring my orders but I can’t live with you getting hurt because of it-’

‘- it’s a few stitches. Stop being a drama queen.’

‘What if it’s not a few stitches next time?’ He let go of your hand, twisting to face you so that he was resting on his side. ‘What if it’s a knife to your chest? Or a bullet?’

‘It won’t be!’ You said. ‘That’s not going to happen.’

‘Every agent who’s died in the field has probably thought the same.’ Steve shot back.

‘We both work in an area with high risks.’ You reasoned. ‘You’re going to have to learn to live with the fact that I’m going to get hurt.’

‘I know that.’ He reminded you. ‘But I just...I give you those orders for your safety. I don’t do it to boss you around or to piss you off. I do it so that you don’t get killed.’

‘Steve-’

‘- so that I don’t lose you.’

All pride aside, he kind of had the upper hand here. You were utterly terrified of the prospect of life without Steve, and it was foolish to assume that it didn’t go both ways. You were so desperate to hold onto him and to keep him by your side, but you never stopped to think that he did the same. Everything he did, he did for you. You knew that, but it was easy to forget when your pride got in the way.

‘You’re not going to lose me.’ The words breathily escaped your lips. Steve took you in his arms as they did, reaching out to you to pull you into his chest.

‘Please try and understand where I’m coming from.’ His tone wasn’t pleading, but you could sense the desperation in his words. ‘I know it was just a few stitches today-’

‘- I do.’ You cut him off. ‘I do understand, I swear.’

‘You know I love your stubbornness, but it’s not worth much unless you’re alive and in one piece.’ Steve said. ‘Please just promise me you’ll try and listen?’

‘I promise.’ You quickly replied.

‘And I know I’m asking a lot now, but please start going to the nurse-’

‘- Rome wasn’t built in a day, Stevie.’ You pressed a kiss to his nose. ‘Maybe ask me about that next week?’

‘I’m starting to think you like it when I stitch you up.’

‘I was never denying it.’

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers x you #steve x reader #steve x you #captain america x reader #captain america imagine #avengers x reader #avengers x you #avengers fan fiction #avengers imagines

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black-dragon1998 · 3 years

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Ghost Captain chapter 5

Ghost captain masterlist for previose chapters

Chapter 4 here

Warnings: non at the moment

Natasha and Bucky were left behind dump founded. First, they thought they were going to have to fight but when they found you, you were completely out of it. Then the speedster appeared and took you away within seconds of arriving in the control room, not before taking a drop f their blood. Why would you need that?

“am I the only one confused by that?” Bucky asked. Recovering from her frozen state Natasha walked over to the computer, hoping something was useful was left behind.

“you are not the only one.” She tells Bucky while skimping over the file that was left open, in your hast to get away you had forgotten about the computer. Natasha figured it had something to do with your shocked state. Reading through it she could understand your reaction.

“Bucky I think you’re going to want to read this.” Natasha muttered after reading the whole file. She almost couldn’t phantom the content herself as she waited for Bucky to read the file. The emotions on his face changed when he read through it.

“Natasha, does this mean that she is our…” Bucky couldn’t even finish his sentence, the word sounding so foreign for him but Natasha understood what he wanted to say.

“I don’t know Bucky. I do want to know the answer though. For Stark’s sake, I hope he has the results from that DNA when we get back.” Natasha hissed, being mad at herself. How could she not know she had a child? Not only that but a child with Bucky. HYDRA had done some crazy things but creating a child for the sole purpose of being a weapon they could use for evil took everything they had ever done and multiplied it by ten.

“come on, let’s go back to the tower and start figuring this out.” Bucky whispered in Natasha’s ear, slinging his human arm around her. Even though she would never admit it he knew she could use the comfort right now. Whole her adult life Natasha never thought she would have a legitimate child of her own after the Red Room and then suddenly learning you had a possible child somewhere would put everyone psyche to the test. When the files were put on USB they left the abandoned compound, intend on finding more answers back home and looking for a way to find you.

You wanted answers and the only place you knew that could give you them was Wakanda. If anybody could amylase those samples fast it would be Shuri, you also knew she wouldn’t lie to you. That is why you immediately set course for Wakanda.

Wanda stayed close to you the whole flight, Pietro in the meantime informed Zrinka the three of you would be away from a little longer than planned.

“talk to me Lubjeve.” Wanda whispered against your collarbone, cuddling into you to give you the most affection without scaring you. She was afraid if she talked to load she would scare you again. She didn’t like how stiff you had gone the longer the flight took. You got lost in your mind was not an ideal situation for anybody right now.

“I don’t know what to say. I don’t even know what to think right now.” You confess, gaze never wavering from the spot on the wall you had been fixated on for the past hour.

“then tell what you do know, maybe I can help and putting everything in perspective and help you deal with it.” Wanda knew that sometimes you needed some time to put all your thoughts to move through it.

“I want to believe it you know. It’s the most I have ever found about me before the ghost’s experiments. But accepting that means I also have to accept who they list as my parents and I don’t know if I can deal with that.” The words coming out of your mouth didn’t seem to stop the moment you started. Wanda has always been good at making you confront your thoughts and feelings and not letting you bottle them up.

“what does the file say who your parents are?” Wanda asks taking your mind temporarily from your conflict.

“The file says I was created by combining the DNA of the Winter Soldier and The Black Widow” you let the information hang in the air for a bit, both with yourself and with Wanda. Wanda seemed to be faster to accept it than you were.

“Okay that is a lot to take in but would it be so bad of an outcome? At some level, I can see it.” Wanda commented, making you gawk at her, how could she be so okay with this so fast.

“We know they were once a part of HYDRA before they joined the Avengers, they were their strongest assets before deflecting. So it only seems normal that they are your parents to create this beautiful person in front of me.” Wanda smiles sweetly while stroking your cheek. You couldn’t resist the urge to kiss her.

“you are the best thing that has ever happened to me and I don’t know what I would do without you.” You whisper against her lips before kissing her again. The moment is broken however when Pietro announces that the jet is about to land at the palace and that T’challa and Shuri are waiting.

“come on, let’s get some answers so when can put your mind at ease and we can figure out what to do next.” Wanda says squeezing your knee, getting up and pulling you up with her. You slump into her, taking in her scent to help calm you down. You wanted to know and you didn’t want to know at the same time.

Before the door opened you put on a neutral face, you may have a good relationship with the royal family of Wakanda, T’challa didn’t have the best relationship with the Winter Soldier after he killed the former king. Things could get awkward when Bucky Barnes turned out to be our father. Walking of the bridge you were immediately greeted by Shuri, T’challa and their mother.

When Shuri saw the three of you she squealed and ran toward Wanda and pulled her into a tight hug.

“Wanda, Pietro, (Y/N) I’m so glad to see all of you again. That last batch of Vibranium was the last one missing and we have everything back now.” Shuri kept on talking in the same upbeat tone.

You didn’t dislike Shuri, you quite liked her but her upbeat mood was exhausting and you just couldn’t keep up with her for very long because she gave you a headache after a while. Wanda liked to talk to Shuri, she doesn’t have the chance to speak with girls around her age very often. So you liked to give her every opportunity she wanted to have.

Before you and Pietro were acknowledge again by the genius, T’challa and his mother had already left and the four of you were already back at the girl’s lap. She and Wanda were gossiping the entire time. Pietro looked at you and smirked making kissy faces at you, trying to tell you how whipped you were for his sister. Knowing she is the only person I would let you tell what to was Wanda. You punched him in mock anger and soon the two of you were locked into a wrestling matching rolling around the floor.

Wanda and Shuri looked at the scene in front of them and Wanda couldn’t help but shake her head. She lived with children but she loved the both of you and wouldn’t change it for the world.

“Are they always like this?” Shuri asked Wanda as she looks at you and Pietro trading upper position every few moments. Giggling while she did.

“Unfortunately yes. I live with children.” Wanda said chuckling joining Shuri. This made you and Pietro look up, a little offended at her words.

“hey!” Pietro and you said at the same time, looking at the two girls with your best puppy dog eyes. Instead of summoning the sympathy the two of you wanted the two girls just laughed. After composing yourself and hauling Pietro up you went down to business.

“So why have the three of you come here? None of you are known to make social visits, alto I hope you would do it more often. Life is so dull around here.” Shuri says after you settle down next to Wanda, Pietro loitering around.

“I have a favour to ask off you Shuri.” You say in a sincere tone, taking the two drops of blood samples out of your pocket and handing them over to the young genius.

“I would like you to run a DNA test on these drops of blood samples and compare them to mine.” Shuri immediately sobbers up, taking the samples from you and getting to work immediately. Leaving you and the twins to your own devices.

Natasha and Bucky were anxious to get back to the tower. Even after reading the file, Natasha’s head was filled with ‘what if's. after she had settled down with the Avengers and her and Bucky had entered into a serious relationship, she had wondered what life would have been having she not gone through the Red Room graduation. She had never gotten her hopes up until she read your file.

There was a small possibility that she had a daughter, a daughter with Bucky. It was a thought she hadn’t placed yet, so she did what she did best. She buried her emotions until she had definitive evidence to prove or disprove them.

Bucky also didn’t know how to feel about the whole daughter thing but he had seen Natasha gone cold on the flight home. Instead of breaking his head over it, he decided to comfort Natasha until they had answers. Then he would see how he felled over all of this. For now, he would look after Natasha by engulfing her in his embrace and pulling him closer into his chest.

“what are we going to do if this information is true?” Natasha's voice sounded gruff with unshed emotions.

“I don’t know Nat. let’s first test the DNA and go from there. If it’s real then we find her. I don’t think she knows herself, HYDRA isn’t big on sharing with their assets. Maybe if we talk to her we can convince them we like to get to know them.” Bucky spoke, even if he wasn’t sure of his own words he had hope.

After he had gotten his memories back, became an Avengers and started something with Natasha he wanted a family. Now that the opportunity presented itself it scared him.

The moment the couple arrived back at the tower and walked into the building, they were met by an excited Tony Stark.

“what the matter Stark. I’m not in the mood for long scientific explanations right now.” Natasha says, dragging a heavy hand over her face. Feeling the exhaustion of the last hours. Not noticing, or wanting to notice how agitated The Black Widow was tony dragged the two former assassins toward his lab.

There on his 3D monitor are 3 DNA strands projected. Natasha and Bucky take a seat around the projection as Tony takes one of his tablets and starts pushing in buttons.

“Why are we here Stark?” Bucky asked. This seemed to encourage Tony and she started talking.

“So after the two of you left, I and Bruce inspected the DNA we got from ‘The Captain’s ‘clothes. First, we compared it against every known database of SHIELD to see if they encountered her in the past before. We also observed the DNA itself, to see if it was modified and boy was it.” Tony rambled on, getting on Natasha’s nerves the more he talked.

“get to the point Stark.” Natasha cut him off and levelled him with one of her glares. That seemed to sober up the billionaire.

“right. So the databases didn’t match anything. Then I set it to anything lower than 100% comparison. We got two hits.” Bucky and Natasha held their breath as the answer they had been waiting for the whole journey home were about to be answered.

“it seems the match was with the two of you. So I guess you have a daughter, congratulations?” Tony says, making some kind of jazz hands.

“it seems the DNA you gave me matched you for 50% to Natasha and Bucky from the Avengers. So I guess you are related.” Shuri tells you. Letting you the breath you were holding, not knowing if you should be happy or not.

Chapter 6

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Sparks, Pt. 4

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Chapter Summary: You get ready to confront the God of Mischief. But are you ready for that?

A/N: Finally, a bit more Loki.

TW: Eating

After a year consisting mostly of isolation and non-consensual experimentation, it was strange, to say the least, to have people actually give a shit about your well-being.

Shortly after Fury called the meeting to a close, Nat took you to a sort of staff room, oddly normal for a ship like this. State of the art, but with all the basic workings of a regular office’s staff room.

“You must be starving,” she said, pulling some things out of an impressive reach-in refrigerator. “Sandwich? I make a mean ham and cheese.”

Your stomach suddenly let out a worrying growl, and you winced.

“Sounds fantastic, actually,” you realized you couldn’t remember the last time you’d eaten. The lab hadn’t exactly been feeding you five star meals.

A comfortable silence settled into the room while Natasha assembled the sandwich. The quiet sounds of her work lulled you into a sort of trance, as you stared at the wall, and definitely didn’t think about how an agent of a secret organization was preparing you lunch on a giant aircraft carrier thousands of feet in the air which was also occupied by two gods, a historic super soldier, and the most famous tech genius in the world.

No. You didn’t think about it at all.

She presented you with her finished product and a glass of water with a flourish, which also included a bag of chips and an apple. “It might be too much, so only eat as much as you want. It’s better to take it easy when your stomach isn’t used to meals like this.”

You nodded and gave her an expression which you hoped looked more grateful than grimace. Truth be told, you were holding back emotion as even this small kindness felt overwhelming after the past year.

But as you picked up the sandwich to take a bite, a heavy set of footsteps stopped at the door.

It was Thor, his large frame standing almost sheepishly in the doorway. “Apologies for interrupting. May I speak with you?”

To your surprise, the question was for you, and after a nod, Nat touched your wrist and said, “I’ll be right outside. You can have the room.”

After she exited, Thor approached your table with a sort of caution.

“Oh, sorry, uh, would you like to sit down?” You stuttered lamely, when noticing his hesitation.

He nodded and did so, dwarfing the chair and the table. You hadn’t really taken the time to notice before, how huge his arms and shoulders were. A single bicep was larger than the size of your own head.

“Don’t let me interrupt your meal. You need your strength,” Thor said, eyes flicking to the plate. “Especially if you’re going to be facing my brother.”

Ah. That.

“Is that…” You were still having a bit of trouble processing the identity of who you were talking to. “Is that what you wanted to speak with me about?”

“Loki’s always been deceptive. I just wanted to warn you not to listen to anything he says, especially not at face value. He will try to distract you, deceive you, and it will seem he knows more about you than he should.”

As he spoke, you noticed he kept eyeing the potato chip packet next to your plate. You pushed it towards him, and he gratefully accepted, popping the bag open and nervously munching on its contents.

You hummed in thought. “I understand. Maybe it would help to know what kinds of abilities he has? What sort of tricks he’s able to pull?”

Thor seemed to relax slightly, having something to occupy his mind and hands. He regaled you with a few anecdotes of how Loki had used his magic to trick him, some from their childhood, and some more recently.

You found yourself both more reassured and more nervous, afraid there might be something you would miss allowing Loki an out. Or a way to hurt you. But all of that aside, it was almost fun to converse with Thor like this… being nearly immortal led to having many interesting stories to tell, and the more he told the more animated he became. He even had you laughing at some points.

“Thank you,” he held up the empty chip bag. “I haven’t had these since my last visit to Earth. A favored Midgardian dish, if I recall.”

You smiled. “No problem. And thank you for warning me. I know it must be difficult to... fight with family like this.”

“Yes,” a sad half smile lifted one side of his lips, “I’m afraid that is something I am still coming to terms with.”

Before he rose from his seat, Thor clapped you on the shoulder. “You know, you remind me of my first Midgardian friends. I believe they would like you. One of them zapped me with a small device that even mimics your powers.”

With that strange but kind remark, Thor left the room.

….

Natasha said she had things she needed to attend to, but that you were welcome to walk around as you pleased, and to just be careful not to stumble into anything that looked even mildly secret or dangerous.

So you aimlessly wandered the giant airship, mostly in an attempt to walk off some nerves. You tried to memorize your paths, memorize the turns and rooms, but after a while you realized just how much you’d fucked up. It was a fruitless endeavor, and you eventually found yourself quite lost.

“Great,” you muttered to yourself.

You turned the way you came, but as you did so, something shifted in the corner of your eye. Whipping frantically towards the movement, you felt your body tense like an animal being hunted, and thoughts of the masked man from the labs flooded your mind.

No, he couldn’t be here. Your mind was playing tricks, your anxiety was getting the better of you.

“My, my,” a silvery voice said into your ear. “You are jumpy, aren’t you?”

Reeling back, you slammed into the opposite wall, nearly knocking yourself out with the force of it. You still didn’t see the source of the voice.

“What is the reason for this skittishness, I wonder?”

Loki.

He materialized in front of you, and you froze like a deer in the headlights. He rolled his eyes. “Calm yourself. This is not an escape attempt.”

You did not find that convincing.

“This is merely a projection. My real body is still in that cell… Here, see for yourself.” His right hand swept out to beckon to you, palm up.

Did he want you to… touch him? Your earlier conversation with Thor filtered through your head, and you knew it would be a bad idea. You did not move. Again, frustration showed on Loki’s creased brow.

“Fine, look.” Then, through a wall of solid steel, Loki passed his hand as if he were just a hologram.

“What do you want?” you asked abruptly.

He looked faintly surprised that you had spoken, but schooled his expression quickly. “I want to know more about you.”

“What?” It was your turn to be surprised (not that you’d stopped since he materialized from nowhere). “Why?”

“It’s not every day I meet a mortal who can withstand an Infinity Stone’s power,” he chuckled, as if that were clearly obvious.

Your blank stare must’ve clued him in to the fact that the significance of this ‘Infinity Stone’ was lost on you, because he only sighed.

“Rest assured, it’s not something a normal human should be able to do,” he said. “So… what is different about you?”

He stepped closer, and though you knew he couldn’t touch you, you recoiled further into the wall. His stare was piercing, and he clearly enjoyed that it made you squirm.

Finally you mustered up the courage to respond. “I’ve already told this story once today,” you said, sounding more like a petulant child than you meant to.

“Touchy subject?”

“It’s not particularly fun to talk about, no.”

He didn’t move any closer but didn’t relinquish you your space either. He just studied you as if he could discern your entire history from your visual being.

You wondered if you should just turn and walk away, or if he had some way of stopping you. Even more unexpected though, was the realization that you wanted to talk to him, that maybe this conversation could help you in your real life encounter that was to happen soon.

“Why did you approach me in the pub?” you asked, and though it wasn’t the answer he apparently wanted, he looked pleased that you were engaging him now. “I was curious.”

“And when you blasted me with the scepter?”

“I wanted to see what would happen.” He shrugged, as casual as if he were discussing the weather.

“And now that you have? What do you want?”

A beat of silence. Then, “What do you think?”

You thought, if he had had a plan before, your presence must have thrown quite the wrench and that if he were smart, he would be trying to figure out exactly how big and disastrous that wrench would be. “I think you didn’t expect me to be involved.”

He raised an eyebrow. “That is true.” Then a smirk began to form on his mouth and he squinted at you. “They’re planning something with you, aren’t they? Fury and his subordinates.”

Your widened eyes must have been all the answer he needed. How did he know?

With a laugh, “They have so much at their disposal, weapons of mass destruction, all of Stark’s technology, and they defer to the prowess of a child they’ve only just met?” Loki leaned in so close the green of eyes felt overwhelming. “They must be truly desperate.”

A familiar voice, Tony’s, called your name from around the corner, echoing off the metal walls of the hallway. But Loki didn’t move. His eyes remained on you, so sharp and curious, you felt like an animal on a dissection tray.

“Until next we meet, then.”

And with that, he vanished.

“Sparks,” Tony came around to your stretch of hallway. “Thought that was your voice. You lost? Talking to yourself? You know, cabin fever usually takes a lot longer than a few hours to set in.”

Still a little too stunned to speak, you gulped and nodded.

Tony’s eyes narrowed with concern. “You good? Looking a little green around the gills, Pikachu.”

“Yeah… yeah, I’m alright.” Your voice returned to you. “And.. Pikachu? Really?”

Tony wasn’t entirely convinced but seemed to let it go. He shrugged. “I like to change it up-- and are you, or are you not, electrically charged at all times?”

You sighed, rolling your eyes. He clapped you on the shoulder.

“Come on,” he turned, waving you to follow him. “Want you to see what we cooked up for ya.”

————

The conducting table was ready. Only a few moments before you stepped into Loki’s cage, the first time you would be in the same physical space as him since he basically almost murdered you.

Cool. All cool. You were definitely not feeling a panic attack setting in. You were definitely breathing at a normal rate and not feeling your lungs seize up in your chest.

“We’ll be right here, if anything goes wrong,” Steve said, laying a hand gently on the back of your shoulder.

“Aye,” Thor said. “I’ll be standing with you.”

There was a stone in your throat as you looked at Loki through the thick glass. He seemed to feel your gaze, and slowly turned to look, grinning when he saw you watching.

Loki’s hands were shackled, sitting on the table in front of two conducting handles, which were mirrored on the other side. The idea was that you both grip them, and you would be able to dig through his mind… theoretically.

“I don’t know if this is going to work,” you said. You felt sweat under your arms, and your face getting hot with anxiety.

Fury eyed you. “Just do what you can.”

The door to his cell whooshed open, and flanking you on either side as you entered were Cap and Thor. Loki regarded them with that same smirk as they entered, soon followed by Fury and Natasha. Tony and Dr. Banner remained on the other side of the glass.

“Is this the best you can do?” He said, his eyes flaring at you. “Insulting, really.”

Fury ignored him, directing you to the empty chair at the other end of the table.

“On my go,” he said, and stood to the right of the table. He pinned Loki with a stare.

Loki shot back a challenging look before his gaze settled on you and his hands moved to grip the handles. “On your go.” And at that moment, in full purview of that slanting grin, you understood why he was called the God of Mischief.

Fury nodded at you.

Now or never.

And, sparing a passing thought to the entropy that was your life and the risks of what you were about to do, you grabbed the handles.

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in the hypothetical case that thanos, and the snap, happens: would justin get dusted? how would his surviving loved ones/acquaintances react to him being gone?

Going right for the jugular, I see.

Okay then...ooh boy, that would be a mess.

First, let me preface this with the fact that this situation could only be hypothetical, because in NHDD the Avengers are going to actually be a team instead of a hot mess and even if we were to stick closer to what happened in the MCU, Cabal would step up and get shit done and save the world— which would be hilarious on a number of levels, since, again, League of Supposed-to-be-Evil-but-just-Mostly-Vibing, but not the point.

Also, for the purposes of this thought exercise, only one person's getting snapped, on the basis of "more drama that way". Warning for suicidal ideation and thoughts, and lots of survivor's guilt.

So, okay. Um.

Remember how Justin Hammer and Tony Stark are foils? Since both are the only sons and heirs to their families, and end up being the CEOs of their respective corporations in the defense industry? [So's Ivan Vanko, for that matter, though for different reasons.]

If Thanos were to go "I'm going to cut everything in half", then...I think you see where I'm going with this, especially since Tony's life was part of the deal for the Time Stone.

...it would not be pretty.

Especially since this Justin's greatest strength is his charisma, he's unintentionally weaponized his status as the mom friend and has unironically spent practically his entire life supporting everyone around him, pushing them to be the best version of themselves they can be— he's very, very well-liked and respected, and would be sorely missed. To say the least.

...I don't think Spider-Man even needs to be dusted, for the Snap to nearly break Tony.

I mean, that's his rival, one of the only constants he had left in his life, has been there for almost as long as he could remember— and he was gone.

Just because Tony failed.

Just because Tony trusted the team to...

Justin was gone.

This Tony's more proactive than in canon, and when he gets pushed, his knee-jerk reaction is to push back.

So when this happens?

The minute the shock wears off and he remembers that time travel is a thing, you can bet he's going to find a way to fix it, or die trying.

No waiting for the team, no trying to move on— he'd made a mistake in trusting them, fine, he'd learn and move on and fix it. One way or another.

Victor von Doom survived.

Survived a bloody civil war, survived a decimation some were calling a Snap—

And then he found out who didn't, and almost wished he hadn't.

Ivan Vanko clung to his anger.

It was just about the only thing that kept him from going, kept him from falling into despair because the man who'd given him another reason for living was gone and he didn't know why he'd survived but so help him, he was going to make whatever entity was responsible pay.

...after he made sure Victor didn't kill himself, because dammit, if he was going to change the world and probably invent time travel, then he'd need all the help he could get.

It still didn't feel real.

Bucky had been in the middle of some of the worst of the fighting, had seen people crumpling into dust before his eyes, but... part of him still expected to wake up, for some reason.

To call him and get something other than his voicemail, to...

It didn't matter anymore.

He still had a granola bar stowed away in his pocket, of that brand Justin always kept on hand even though it was incredibly overpriced and it was probably nothing more than crumbs at this point— but he couldn't find it in him to throw it away.

Loki is the one who sees it happen. Is the one who has to make the calls afterwards, to let the other survivors know what happened.

Is the one who has nightmares about it, every time he closes his eyes and there's something cruel about his last memory of Justin to be of his confusion and fear and horror— instead of who he had been.

Loki...

Knows there's another way.

He is now one of the last surviving experts in magic on Earth, and while temporal magic was a nightmare and a half to even think about, it cannot be worse than what he has to live with now.

So he rolls up his sleeves, grabs every single notebook he'd ever filled out about arrays and sigils and runes, and sets to work.

Ivan dragged Victor out of his stupid castle with absolutely no opposition from the guards, which was alarming on a number of levels.

Victor's scarily silent, listless, and doesn't resist him even as he shoved him into the car and drove off. He just... goes along with it, which is so far from the man Ivan knew it was a special sort of terrifying.

So he broke the silence, and didn't bother with his brain-to-mouth filter as he made his way to one of the safehouses Justin had spent way too much time gleefully picking out furniture for.

"Okay, so I'm going to need your help, you're the one who knows magic and Loki's never shut up about how you get ideas he'd never thought about and I have no idea how temporal bullshit would work if we mix technology with magic but—"

A glance tells him that it was working— Victor's gone rigid and there's a spark in his eyes that hadn't been there before.

It wasn't much, but...it was something.

Loki entered a house that was a storm of pens, paper, and ink. Journals were scattered across the floor in different languages, and there was an ungodly tangle of red string and thumbtacks along the walls.

"You're using the wrong rune if you want stabilize that array," he called, and both Ivan and Victor whipped around to face him.

"Trying to figure out how time travels works?" Ivan asked, looking more haggard than he'd ever seen him— not that he could say much, considering— and he nodded.

"Good, join the club. The ideas that went bust are in that corner, if it's our calculations or we didn't draw something right, let us know? Because I have no goddamn clue how we're doing this."

Bucky had stopped by just for a safe place to sleep.

He had not expected the place to look like a bomb had gone off at some point. Or for Justin's friends to all be crowded around the kitchen table, bleary-eyed and nursing something probably overly caffeinated as they talked about something that flew way over his head.

"What's going on?"

The answer gave him pause.

...and then he remembered another genius with that exact same goal, and had an idea.

Tony had not expected to be kidnapped from his lab, but if he had, he would have expected to have woken up in, say, a cave. Maybe an abandoned warehouse, or some house dozens of miles from civilization.

Not a house that was a mess of paper, sticky notes, and sharpie just about everywhere he looked. Actually...weren't some of those his notes?

And then someone— not someone, Justin's friend— noticed he was awake, and said, "So you're researching time travel? Join the club."

...aka Tony and the entirety of Cabal join forces to right a wrong.

Screw acceptance, these guys are stuck at the bargaining stage of grief and if there's no known way to go back and undo the Snap, then damn it all they'll invent one.

One way or another, they'll fix it.

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Protective Tony Stark Masterlist

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imgoingtocrash · 3 years

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my teen angst bullshit has a body count

by @imgoingtocrash for @hailxhydra

Rating: T

Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Ned Leeds & Peter Parker, Peter Parker & Avengers Team

Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Ned Leeds, Flash Thompson, Jim Morita, Hydra Agents

Summary:

“Correcting people all the time, sucking up attention with the whole goody two-shoes act. I’m saying you’re a teacher’s pet, loser. And one day, everyone’s going to see it for the act that it is, and when they do—”

Peter’s hearing blanks out.

Pet.

It echoes.

Two years ago, Peter Parker escaped Hydra's control and was taken in by the Avengers. Traumatized from the experience but healing, Peter's starting to get a hang of this whole normal teenager thing. However, when Flash brings up a happily forgotten trigger from his past, Tony comes to give comfort and remind Peter that he's worth more to his loved ones than Hydra could have ever dreamed of.

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My fic for @friendly-neighborhood-exchange! Hopefully you enjoy it @hailxhydra!!!

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“—But I’m asking if it’s a good movie.”

“I’m telling you, it was either picking Selena for the third time or Rio, which is a stupid animated movie about birds.” Ned shakes his head dramatically. “Everybody else will fall asleep, and if everybody falls asleep, then Misses Rodriguez will give us a pop quiz instead of letting us have a movie day.”

“But I like animated movies. We like them. We watched A Bug’s Life like last week!”

“Because you hadn’t seen it before! Your film under-education is criminal, and if I don’t help you fix it, who will?!”

Ned has a point. Being kidnapped and raised by Hydra after the age of six really limits a person’s entertainment consumption, as he’s learned more than ever now that he’s surrounded by other teenagers who grew up with movies and tv shows to watch at their fingertips.

“I mean, Steve does have a list…” Peter points out weakly.

Steve keeps it in his little notebook along with other things he doesn’t understand the references to yet. He tried to encourage Peter to start something like that in the beginning, but Peter’s never really considered himself a list person. He just sort of soaks up the world now, like a curious sponge. Sometimes it means he has to Google things he doesn’t really understand the meaning of, but it also means a lot of movie nights with both the other Avengers and Ned, which is actually sort of a bonus.

Ned stops them in the hall. “Yeah, but are they cool movies or are they movies for old people and war veterans who haven’t been alive for the last 100 years?”

“...You know that I don’t really know the difference.”

Ned gives a sad shake of his head. “You’re lucky you liked Star Wars, bro. Otherwise we’d be in a very different place right now, like, friendship-wise.”

“You still didn’t answer the question.”

Peter got to pick the movie for their classes’ Cinco de Mayo party. Peter’s not sure what either movie has to do with the Mexican Army’s historical defeat of the French, but he only picked Selena because Ned suggested it. Maybe he should be regretting that choice, if the other option was harmless little Spanish birds.

“You know, Parker, I have a question,” comes a very annoyingly musical voice from behind them.

Peter just barely resists to roll his eyes. Every time with this kid. Not that Peter is any less of a kid than Flash Thompson, technically, but he definitely feels more mature.

Ned, also more mature than some of their other classmates, completely ignores Flash.

“You’ll be humming the disco medleys for weeks, I promise.”

“Wait, wait, disco? I thought you said this was supposed to take place in the 80s and 90s?”

“Music endures, dude.”

“Hey, el idiots, I’m talking to you!” Flash interrupts again.

“That’s not even how you—” Peter starts to correct, only to realize he’s stepped directly in it when Ned groans.

Flash laughs obnoxiously to himself. “Just can’t help yourself, can you, Penis?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Peter grumbles. It doesn’t really matter what he says now. Flash has the attention that he wanted, which means he won’t bug off until the bell rings and until he has the last laugh. And that always happens, because he’s really the only one entertained by all of the poking and prodding at Peter.

Peter breathes in, steeling himself. He’s survived worse. So much worse. Bullies with electric prongs and steel cages and control over every other aspect of his life. This is just high school. Normal kids survive it all the time, even when there are bullies and bad test grades and cliquey subcultures. This is just one privileged asshole who thinks Peter’s an easy target.

In some way, Peter’s actually proud of that. No one has ever seen him as un-intimidating before. Even his Hydra captors knew that if they lost control of him as an asset, he could easily turn on them.

(Part of him always asks why he never did. If he wasn’t evil, if he wasn’t like them, then why didn’t he just fight back? But Sam says that’s just his mind trying to deal with trauma, and Peter is trying really, really hard to get better at ignoring those kinds of intrusive thoughts.)

Speaking of talking to himself, Flash snaps his fingers in Peter’s face to get his attention back.

“You’d think for such a genius, you’d be a lot quicker on the uptake.” Flash shakes his head like he’s disappointed.

“Please just get to the point already,” Ned begs, throwing his head back.

Peter’s hearing blanks out.

Pet.

It echoes.

C’mere, Pet.

Stay down, Pet!

He was property, he was an animal, he was a weapon, their weapon, he was a mutant and he deserved it, needed it, he was the Spider, a mongrel, nothing, he was nothing and no one and Hydra was the only home a no-good runt like the Spider would ever have and he should be grateful—Kneel, Pet, be a good boy and kneel for your masters—but he doesn’t want to, he doesn’t—

Foolish Pet, you wouldn’t survive out there.

You need us, Pet. You’ll always need us.

“Peter?”

He returns to the moment with one heaving breath, only to realize he can’t take in another.

His collar is too tight, they always put it on too tight and if he complains they hit him and if they hit him he bleeds and it gets on his clothes and he won’t get any more until his bath and he hates bath time because they water is cold and stings his skin and the soap is so harsh it burns his nostrils and they’re watching him he knows they’re watching because they never leave him alone because if they did he would try to escape, he would—

“Peter, what’s wrong, are you—?”

He did. He escaped and ran away but now they have him again and he can’t live like this, not when he knows about best friends and pizza and friendly ribbing and how warm he feels when Tony pulls Peter close on the couch and presses a kiss to his head and tells Peter that he’s proud. He can’t be here anymore, he has to go, he has to run.

“Peter, wait!”

Tony is, to say the least, nervous when he gets a call from Midtown Tech’s front office.

He trusts Peter by now. The kid has come a long, long way since he snuck onto the Avengers helicarrier during the chaos of a Hydra raid. Skinny as a rail, scared, brainwashed...abused.

The Spider.

Peter didn’t like being with Hydra since they were the ones that made him enhanced, but he sure as hell didn’t want to be locked in an enclosed space with a bunch of Avengers at the time either.

As was evident by the fight he put up until Steve knocked him out. Steve still feels bad about cold-clocking a kid when Peter jokingly brings it up now, but Tony’s never shamed Steve for the decision. It was that or some kind of drug injection with the way Peter fought back tooth and nail, confused and defensive. Practically feral, from the well-fitting clothing to his lack of speech.

It was all for the better, though, once they got him back to the compound.

Peter was a talkative kid once he let himself be. Funny, too. Almost normal, if you forgot the mutant spider genetics and years of torture from a bunch of descendant assholes that seemed to hate and resent the very thing they created.

That’s why Tony agreed to let Peter start school. Real, normal, human school just like every other teenager in America attended until they finished all twelve years of it.

Because he needed to be normal, sometimes. He needed movie nights, [other things], and most importantly, friends that were his own age rather than a bunch of adult superheroes that often acted like children.

But also because Peter wanted to go, and Tony had a really, really hard time denying anything that the kid wanted when he could so easily provide.

Peter had such a hard time wanting anything, in the beginning. What did Peter want to wear instead of the plain, grey, dirty sweatpants from Hydra? What did Peter want to eat now that he could have an adequate amount of calories for his enhanced, still growing body? What did he want to watch? Listen to?

All of these choices were suddenly available to Peter, but shaking years of being denied any kind of want, any kind of choice took a toll on him that took a lot of work to get through.

Peter had put in the work. Unsurprisingly well. He was smart—tactically from years of being trained for missions, academically from whatever education Hydra must have thrust upon him. Not so much socially, but they were doing better as Peter spent more time around people that actually cared about him and lobbed insults around to tease rather than to actually cause emotional harm.

But was that enough...training, of sorts, to be around a bunch of teenagers? Sure, Peter was technically also a teenager, but they’d found him at 14. Tony still looked at Peter and saw the wide-eyed little kid sitting in the corner of a containment cell, flinching every time Tony moved.

Two years later and a lot of growth physically and emotionally, but was it enough?

Tony was hesitant about it, wish-washing the entire summer with maybes and I’ll think about its until the deadline arrived and Tony had to actually make the call.

Peter had pleaded, citing an extensive, cheesy list of films that made him want the high school experience himself for some reason. He very genuinely enjoyed shopping for school supplies. He passed Midtown’s entrance exam with results that faked years progressing in homeschooling that Tony knew would have been true, if Peter had gotten the chance to grow up like he was supposed to.

So, Tony eventually said yes, knowing that one day this call might come and Tony would have to be prepared for whatever was on the other end of the line.

An “incident” of some kind. Whatever that meant. The secretary was entirely unclear, only insistent that Peter’s family should get down to the premises immediately to handle things.

That was Tony.

Part of Tony couldn’t fathom why Peter chose him out of everyone on the team to latch onto. Another part wasn’t exactly shocked. Trauma recognized trauma, after all, even if the context was entirely different.

Tony knew what it was like to be belittled. To be seen as something you weren’t. To be abused by someone you never really trusted in the first place.

He and Peter talked a lot in that little containment cell. Hours of Tony blabbering like he always did when he was uncomfortable and Peter just sitting and waiting, waiting, waiting for the strikes to start coming.

When he said his first words.

When he told Tony his name—not Spider, but Peter Parker, a little boy from Queens who lost his parents and his whole normal life in the same night, according to FRIDAY’s records.

When he touched Tony’s arm for the first time and got a smile instead of a reprimand.

He waited and Tony was patient and it was a rough road, but...Tony was kind of a parent, now. A parental figure, at least, among others of varying degrees of quality and influence on a scarred teenager.

He was Peter’s family, whether either of them was any good at it in a traditional way or not.

And also, you know. His money was paying Peter’s tuition. His time went into helping Peter study for the entrance exam. His name was technically on Peter’s manufactured birth certificate because he was the one forging it and it wasn’t like anyone else was offering when the subject came up.

And maybe, a little, because he cared about Peter. Loved him. Wanted to be what Peter needed, what he deserved, and what better way to do that than to write his name on a piece of paper that signified the job he sort of kind of wanted?

Tony slams the car door behind himself after pulling into Midtown’s parking lot, putting on his sunglasses for the brief trip into the early afternoon sun. He’s checking security cameras, exits, and also preparing a hefty sum of cash to go into Principal Jim Morita’s bank account as well as a handful of government officials, if that’s what it takes.

Again, not that Tony doesn’t trust Peter, it’s just...when you get this kind of call and your kid is a highly trained former assassin, you prepare exit strategies on multiple fronts.

It’s been two months and Peter has only made one friend at this place. The kids can’t all be angels like Peter proclaims Ned Leeds to be. If one of them touched Peter out of nowhere or said the wrong thing, maybe Peter lashed out. Maybe Peter forgot to hold his strength back like he’s been training to do. Maybe something was broken.

Maybe it’s something far worse.

Tony has to be ready for that. He has to be ready for whatever it takes to protect Peter.

At the very least, the police aren’t on site. That’s probably a good sign that they’re willing to leave this as an internal matter for now.

The unhelpful secretary of before leads Tony out of the office by the arm at a quick pace, not explaining the situation at all before they arrive at the scene. Whatever it is. Tony was definitely expecting more blood or yelling or...anything, really.

A small crowd stands outside of a door, marked by a golden plaque to be the janitor’s closet.

Leaning on the door itself with his arms resolutely crossed is a kid about Peter’s age. Short black hair, light brown skin, dressed so similarly to Peter that Tony’s starting to wonder if that’s where Peter’s new obsession with those geeky little t-shirts has come from.

“Mister Leeds—” An older Asian man pleads, dressed in a suit and standing up straight with all of the authority he can seem to muster against the stone wall that is the teen in front of him.

The kid shakes his head in response. So this is Ned, then.

“I’m sorry, sir, but I’m not moving. If he wants to stay in there to calm down, he should be allowed to stay in there.”

“I’m sure his parents—”

“He doesn’t even have—you don’t even know what he’s gone through!”

“And you do?”

“Well...kinda? No. But—but he’s obviously freaking out and everyone crowding around him is only going to make it worse!”

The adult rubs a hand across his forehead, stressing at a fold of wrinkles that settles there from the stress.

“Ned, I recognize you’re just trying to be a good friend, but this is a problem for—”

Tony clears his throat, catching the attention of both parties.

The older man sighs. “Oh, good. Thank you, Theresa, you can go on back to the office. We’ll take it from here.”

The secretary nods, brusquely turning around and heading off, leaving Tony there to be examined by both Ned and what must be the principal.

“Mister Stark, I’m glad you could come down, though I’m sorry it’s under these circumstances. I’m Principal Morita.”

“Obviously you know who I am,” Tony replies, shaking the man’s hand. “What did happen, exactly? Theresa was sparse on the details.”

“I told you, it’s Flash’s fault! He was being a dick and—” Ned shouts.

“Mister Leeds.” The principal interrupts, stern. “Another student apparently said something...unkind to Peter. He didn’t take it well and locked himself in the closet. I haven’t even been able to assess the situation properly yet. Normally I would start with asking Peter’s side of the story, but...”

He looks to the closet, where Ned still stands, defensive.

“The bouncer is a real stickler, got it,” Tony jokes, aiming a small smile at Ned. “Peter does seem to attract the protective type.”

“Oh,” Ned says, suddenly meeting Tony’s eyes and gaping like a fish. He seems to have finally realized exactly who he’s talking to. “Oh, wow. Mister Stark, it’s an honor. I’m a huge fan, like, so huge. Peter tells me to shut up about you at least three times a day. When he showed me a picture of you guys I was like, ‘Oh my god, your dad is Tony Stark!’ and he was like ‘Oh. Yeah, I guess you’d know who he is, huh?’ like he totally didn’t get how awesome it is that you’re Iron Man. And I know you’re only kind of his dad, but still—”

“It’s suddenly become very clear to me why you two are friends,” Tony responds, keeping his smile on.

It’s actually kind of sweet to see that Peter’s found someone to confide in, even if he’s seemingly left out the more traumatic elements. But he also knows that Peter can hear them through the door, and he wants to get to the kid as fast as possible instead of dawdling for time.

If Peter wants to see him, that is.

He does, doesn’t he? Tony has been there for everything, so far. Every breakdown when the choices became too much, when the world outside of Peter’s little cell and all of the things he did that he wishes he could forget attack him at night. He hasn’t gotten old enough to not want Tony around when he’s upset, right?

“Sorry, Mister Stark. Sorry,” Ned apologizes. “I’m just nervous and worried about Peter and—”

“I get it, kid. You’re good.” He gives a reassuring grasp to Ned’s shoulder. “But if you wouldn’t mind, I really need to see Peter now. You can ask him yourself, but I’m usually the exception to any rule about Peter wanting to be alone.”

“Right, yeah. I’ll just—”

Ned turns to open the door, but gives Morita a shifty look, like he doesn’t trust the man not to dive bomb in if given the chance.

“Peter—”

“Let him in,” replies Peter’s strained voice. He’s definitely been crying. Poor kid.

Ned pulls back and nods at Tony, stepping aside to let him through.

“You did a good job protecting him, Leeds. Thank you,” he says to the teen before stepping into the dimly lit closet and shutting the door behind him.

The room smells musty and over-powerful at the same time thanks to the potent combination of cleaners and the mop cart sitting so close together. Out of anywhere Peter could have picked, this probably isn’t the kindest to his sense of smell if it’s making Tony already scrunch his nose.

It’s lit by a single pull-chain light bulb, and in the shadows of it sits Peter, curled into himself and leaning against a rusty metal shelf filled with paper towels, cleaning equipment, and a few bottles of product that have to be expired.

“Hey, Pete.” Tony frowns at the cracked floor tile, but settles himself next to Peter anyway. His back catches some kind of spray bottle sitting on the shelf that digs uncomfortably into his back.

Peter sniffs, not looking up from the cradle of his arms. “Hey.”

Tony heaves a sigh, for the drama. “So, I hear you got your first bully.”

Peter shrugs. “Guess so.”

“That Ted kid is pretty nice. He’s a good friend.”

“Yeah. And his name is Ned.”

Tony stops beating around the bush. “What happened, Peter?”

“It was fine. It was good, you know? I got an A+ on my Spanish test, and Misses Rodriguez offered to let me choose the movie we were gonna watch for the Cinco de Mayo party as a reward. I didn’t even know any of the movies, but Ned said Selena was good because Jennifer Lopez is hot, so that’s what I picked. It was a good day, Tony!”

“...But?”

“But then Flash—”

“I meant to ask, is that his actual name? Like, legally?”

“No.”

“Oh thank god.”

“Flash said…he said I was a…” Peter’s hesitant to let it out.

“Pete, a lot of kids at this age are testing boundaries. They’re going to say a lot of stupid, insensitive, offensive—”

“He said I was a teacher’s pet.”

There’s a long minute of silence. Tony blinks curiously a few times. He doesn’t want to belittle what Peter’s feeling, but he also doesn’t understand why it’s caused him so much stress.

“I know, I know it’s—but they used to—” Peter swallows hard, probably only delaying another wave of tears. “Sometimes, before, they would call me…”

“Pet.”

Peter nods, starting to shake next to him on the floor, their arms lightly touching at just Tony saying the nickname.

“They liked it. I think it made them feel better about themselves if they acted like I wanted it. Like—like being locked in the cages or collared or—or being muzzled was good for me.”

“You need to learn a lesson, little pet. Be a good pet and eat your dinner. Stop your crying, pet. No more of your barking, pet.” Peter quotes with venom flinging from every syllable. “But I didn’t want that, Mister Stark! I promise! They gave me these powers and I didn’t want to be their pet and they made me—”

“Peter, I know. It’s not your fault. None of it is your fault, I know.”

Tony curls Peter into his side, rubbing his back consolingly.

“When Flash called me that I just—I felt the collar around my neck again and I couldn’t breathe though the muzzle and they kept kicking the cage even though it hurt my ears and I could never sleep in there because it was so small and—”

“Peter—” Peter’s hyperventilating. He’s panicking, Tony realizes. Probably just like he did initially. A flashback that triggered him into having a panic attack.

“And I know that’s not what Flash meant but I was back there and I can’t—I can’t stop—”

Peter breaks into sobs, burying his face into Tony’s shirt and clutching on tight.

“Oh, Pete. It’s okay. You’re okay,” Tony soothes.

He presses a kiss to Peter’s hair, unsure when he became this tender. Probably the moment he realized this was the way he wanted someone to treat him in the midst of his worst, most vulnerable moments.

“Sometimes the bad memories come back unexpectedly, it’s alright.”

“But don’t wanna think about it anymore!” Peter cries childishly.

If it wouldn’t break Tony’s ribs, Peter would probably start banging at his chest in frustration.

“What if it gets bad and I don’t talk anymore and I can’t go to school like a normal kid and I lose everything and then you won’t want me anymore because I can’t get over this and stop being a stupid animal who needs its owners to—”

“Peter Parker, no. Absolutely not.”

Tony pushes Peter away so he can hold the boy’s face in his hands. So that he can fucking imbue into this kid how much he is loved and cherished and human.

“You’re not property, and you’re not an animal. What they did to you was wrong, and you know that now. I know that you do.”

Not just because Peter’s been to therapy since integrating with the Avengers, but also because he’s talked to all of him during his recovery from the horrors of his earlier childhood. About how his life felt before and how it feels better now. How he wouldn’t have left in the first place if he really wanted to be a part of Hydra like they raised him to want.

He’s not the child soldier they raised anymore. He’s so much more than they ever allowed him to be in that awful place.

He loosens his grip on Peter’s face only to bring him back again with an arm around his shoulder. Maybe if Peter feels him, touches him, the kid will remember all of the growth he’s made, the family he’s gained.

“Buddy, you are getting better. I know it. I’ve seen it. You know we’re all so proud of you and the progress you’ve made.”

Tony sighs. Part of him wants to sugarcoat it. That Peter has seen the worst of the world and now he’ll just be able to move on from it scott-free. It’s what he deserves, but Tony knows from experience that nothing in life is that sort of kind.

“That doesn’t mean you won’t have setbacks. I have had setbacks. Healing from the bad stuff is really, really hard, but it doesn’t make you anything that they said you were. You’re a wonderful, good kid who deserves everything he’s worked so hard for. And you’re going to get it because you have me and the team and your new best friend behind your back. You’re not alone, you’re not in a cage, you’re—you’re home, Pete. You understand?”

Peter sniffs, a sign that he’s worked himself up again, but his weak nod into Tony’s chest tells him that some of them at least might be happier tears.

“Listen to me, Pete. And I mean really, truly listen.” He looks down at the snot-covered, tear-stained teenager practically in his lap. He does love Peter. He wouldn’t have gone this far for any other kid in the world.

“It doesn’t matter what happens—hitches, mishaps, a dumb teenage mistake. You’re our kid now, Peter. You’re never going back to Hydra. Never. Not with me around.”

He knows it means something to say it out loud rather than leaving it to be assumed. He doesn’t have as much of a problem admitting it as he thought he might.

“I’m never giving you up, or letting you go, or treating you like anything other than a person. Do you understand me? That is something you never, ever have to worry about. Not from me.”

Peter sobs against him. This time it feels a lot more like relief. A release in the safety of Tony’s arms that Peter hasn’t really allowed himself, even after two years of being free of Hydra.

Peter didn’t tell the team everything. He may never even tell Tony everything. But this is one more thing Peter doesn’t have to carry alone, and Tony is happy to help their kid navigate the horrors it's brought back into his improving life.

They sit there for another minute, Peter’s whimpers muffled in Tony’s dress shirt. He’s sure the principal and Peter’s friend are getting antsy. But all the same it gives Peter another chance to calm down, and this time he seems a lot lighter when he picks his head up to look at Tony.

“Feel better?”

Peter gives a sniffle, but accompanies it with a nod and bright, attentive eyes.

“Look, I think school’s a bust for the day. Let’s go home. Whatever you wanna do, just you and me. Nobody else needs to hear about this unless you want to tell them, okay?”

“And if you wanted, I guess…”

Peter tilts his head, expectant.

“We could...nah, it’s probably offensive, right?”

“What?” Peter insists. Tony tried to warn him, but Tony also can’t resist an idea once it pops into his head.

“I just thought, you know, if you wanted—if you thought it would help, we could get you a—“ He almost ruins it, but catches himself. “An animal. Like a dog or something.”

Peter is silent. He bites at his lip, contemplative. Looks in the direction of a mop bucket in the corner.

“Is that bad? You don’t have to, I just thought it might make you associate that word with good things, but if not—“

Peter finally meets his eyes with a tentative grin on his face.

“What kind of dog?”

#irondad #spiderson #au #friendly neighborhood exchange 2021 #marvel #peter parker #tony stark #my writing #hailxhydra

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marvelbitch23 · 3 years

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Irondad

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Can he keep the glue from cracking?

The one where an angsty kid owns a small but thriving business and is also one reckless bamf

Disclaimer: Mentions of (at some point in passing) drugs, alcohol, depression, bullying, abuse, sex, blood, murder, suicidal thoughts/ tendencies, loss of a loved one, etc.

PROOF SPIDER-MAN LOVES CLICKBAIT - Chapter 1 - mauvera - Spider-Man: Homecoming (2017) [Archive of Our Own]

Harley/Peter

When Peter Parker gets a job working at Buzzfeed there's really only one subject he can write about: superheroes. And what superhero does he know better than everyone's friendly neighborhood Spider-Man?

What he didn't expect was that everyone would think Peter's new obsession with the hero would be interpreted quite like That.

stay, i pray you - Chapter 1 - floweryfran - Marvel Cinematic Universe [Archive of Our Own]

Natasha Romanov & Tony Stark

There is a tap on the table top and a quiet, “Scusatemi, signorina,” and she looks up. There is a boy there, no more than twenty, and he is undoubtedly American, though his Italian is so polished that even she would be unsure if not for his hesitant slouch— discomfort, it says I am out of place. His gaze is not demanding. It is not cold, either— but intelligent, distant. Not assessing, but calculating. As if she is made of code, and he is reading her.

“I speak English,” she tells him, “better than Italian.”

He slumps with something akin to relief. “Oh- that’s. That’s cool. I’m really sorry to ask-“ and he looks it, wincing and pulling his own fingers, “-but would it be okay if I sit with you? My mamma is in a formaggeria across the piazza and I desperately don’t want to stand in there and smell cheese for an hour so I was gonna grab an espresso but every other table is filled and I don’t want to impose but—?” He looks at her. He is sharp, ardent with a wisdom that puts her teeth on edge. No young man should look like that: as if he has stared straight into the barrel of a gun and laughed at the bullet, swallowed it whole.

He looks old for his age. He just. He looks.

Sharpen Your Teeth - Chapter 1 - STARSdidathing - The Avengers (Marvel Movies) [Archive of Our Own]

Tony Stark/ Loki

A betrayed Tony Stark leaves the Avengers. He's angry and bitter but he's not about to stop being a hero. The problem is that not everyone is happy with his decision.

Shadow of Grief, Ghost of Hope - Chapter 1 - Zeelian - Marvel Cinematic Universe [Archive of Our Own]

James “Bucky” Barnes/Tony Stark

Finding out about his parents' murder at the hand of the Winter Soldier, Captain America's old war buddy, pushes Tony Stark into a very dark place and he turns to the former HYDRA assassin with a burning fury, part of him screaming for revenge.

Finding out that Steve knew and didn't tell him pushes him over the edge and he lashes out against the super soldier, but just as Steve is about to retaliate the Winter Soldier takes Tony by surprise, by knocking Steve out and surrendering.

The Asset knows that to be free HYDRA must be crushed, and for that to happen his best chance is the resources of Tony Stark, when Captain America shows up in Bucharest the fragmented memories of who he once was tells him that the Captain will protect him and bring him to the Avengers so the Asset goes with him, but when the Captain is about to attack Iron Man with deadly intent he makes a choice and goes against the voices within.

The Asset neutralizes the Captain and surrenders to Iron Man, hoping that he will be able to convince the man to use HYDRA's own weapon to take them down.

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