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funkylittlebidiot · 4 years

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Bad Cub Bad Cop

Taking a break from Villain!Stephen with @elisaphoenix13‘s Mama!Stephen 💕

Yet another one-shot based on the Mama Bear discord #gif-stories server.

It didn’t happen often that the Avengers threw ‘drinking parties’. Usually they dragged both Tony and Stephen along with them, but as they hadn’t been able to rid of the kids in the tower and Tony and Stephen were still dealing with a few-months-old, they agreed to take it down to another floor.

Now, Stephen wouldn’t have minded, if it hadn’t been for the fact that Thor had been around and brought his own Asgardian alcohol.

And as the Asgardian had little concept of earth time, he was still quiet drunk at two in the afternoon the day after. Though Bruce had taken the Asgardian beer away from him, it was Stephen who’d gotten the rewarding task of babysitting him.

They were in the sanctum and Stephen was trying his best to continue his work as sorcerer supreme, but every time Thor tried wandering off towards the - very fragile - relics, he had to transport him back to him, which was extremely annoying. He just hoped that it wouldn’t cause the god to empty his stomach after one too many times.

Harley was sitting a little further away, biology textbook in front of him as he was studying for a big test that was coming up. Bruce was helping Tony with something, so Stephen was not only babysitting a god and trying to finish some potions, he was also answering Harley’s questions.

At least that last part was fun, keeping his mind engaged while doing the repetitive tasks, as he was allowed to use the information he spent ten years of his life retaining.

When Thor wandered off for the eleventh time, Stephen sighed as he transported him back towards him and turned towards the god. “Why am I always stuck babysitting everyone? Can’t you behave for one minute?”

“Easy!” The Asgardian reacted, lighting up as if having the answer to a quiz question. “Because you’re mama pigeon!.. Wait,” he grunted, face falling in thought when he realised that didn’t quite add up.

Stephen shook his head in exasperation, turning back to finishing the last step of his potions when Harley spoke up and made his ears ring. “I can’t believe he’s still so eloquent after fifteen Asgardian beers. I lost the ability to speak after seven.”

His head snapped towards his oldest child, gaze lighting up with a glare as he stared at Harley. “Excuse you? Who gave you alcohol?”

Harley immediately curled into himself, wincing as he realised his mistake, but he tried to shrug it off, looking up at Stephen with a sheepish expression. “I’m just joking!”

“Harley,” he warned, using his best mama bear glare as his bullshit sensors were going haywire.

“Oh come on!” He groaned, starting to twitch under his gaze, “it wasn’t a big deal!”

Stephen had to close his eyes for a minute and steady himself, trying to apply his meditation breathing techniques as he forced himself to let the stupidity of that statement pass. He couldn’t deal with this now.

Thor was already wandering off again and the potion in front of him was starting to turn a dangerous red instead of the purple it was supposed to be due to having left it on too long. He was going to snap at Harley, and he didn’t want to do that. Recognised that it wasn’t the right solution but man was he starting to get pissed off.

He opened a portal underneath Harley, moving him back to the tower as he tried to get his thoughts in a row.

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Stephen was still reeling from Harley’s words earlier. Logically he knew teens made mistakes and had to figure the world out on their own, but he couldn’t help feeling the urge to protect them, to shield them away and take their hits for them.

He had made the same mistakes as a teen, so the ideal would be that his kids wouldn’t have to. That his advice and guidance would be enough to keep them on the right path. To keep them safe and happy and perfectly healthy.

Things weren’t so simple of course. Like a toddler with a flame - and he wasn’t looking forward to watching Valerie make that mistake - they had to learn on their own that some things hurt. That you have to stay away from certain dangers and couldn’t let your curiosity take the lead for you.

He drank alcohol himself, knew the pain of a hangover yet continued making the same choices over and over again. It was part of life.

But Harley was too young. Besides the fact of drinking under the age of 21 being illegal in the United States, Harley was still in his formative years even as he tried to pretend he was fully grown. Adding alcohol to that mix - though fully normal to a lot of teens - was a dangerous concoction he didn’t want any of his kids part of.

So when he returned to the tower later, having dropped a now sleeping Thor off on his own floor, he made his way up the stairs. He knew it was possible Harley was still in the lab with Tony, but Victor had made sure to check.

Knocking on the door softly, he pushed it open, finding Harley lying on his bed and texting, phone in his hands. The teen looked up when he heard Stephen enter, and Stephen heard the sound of his phone locking as he turned towards him.

“Harley-,” he started, moving over to sit on the edge of Harley’s bed. The teen sat up as well, rolling his eyes slightly before interrupting him.

“I know what you’re going to say,” he spoke up, staring at Stephen’s shoulder, “but dad already talked to me about it after it happened.”

“What happened?” He couldn’t help frown, worry starting to course through him. Had he missed something bigger?

“The party,” Harley answered, feeling exceedingly uncomfortable admitting the truth.

“Explain.”

Harley sighed, knowing he couldn’t hide it any longer. “I only drank once at a party. I said I was sleeping over at Miles’.”

“Did Miles know?” Stephen asked, frowning at his oldest. Dread was starting to itch under his skin, even though he knew logically that Harley was here in front of him, safe and well. His husband had known about it, also, and clearly he had deemed it unimportant enough to agree not to tell him.

“No,” Harley winced, and Stephen was trying his best to suppress his anger. Harley was being honest with him - admittedly after he’d already been caught - so it wasn’t fair to get upset. But he couldn’t help it. Harley having gone out in the city with no one knowing where he was wasn’t just incredibly dangerous it was outright stupid, and he’d honestly thought Harley at least was a little more responsible than that.

He always cared for his younger siblings and though he never missed an opportunity to be a menace, it were only moments where everyone was safe. The few times things had gotten out of hand having been miscalculations, but going out in the city alone was idiocy to a whole new level.

“Harley,” he started, gritting his teeth, as he tried to not snap at him.

“I know, I know!” Harley was quick to assure him, curling into himself as he pulled one of his pillows in front of him. “But Mr. Morales already yelled at me about it when he found me and called dad, who, in turn, also yelled at me.”

Stephen was quiet, trying to wrap his head around the new information. He couldn’t help being upset he hadn’t known, hadn’t been aware of the possible dangers his child had been in. Even now he didn’t know what exactly transpired that night. And though he wanted to give Harley that space, his paternal instincts were yelling at him. “I ask again; who gave you alcohol?”

“I snuck into a college house party… And I swear nothing happened! They called my speed dial when they realised my age.”

“Mr. Morales is your speed dial?”

“If I need you or dad Sarah can call you,” Harley shrugged. Well, Stephen had to give him that. “And it’s not technically Mr. Morales but Miles, who then notified his dad.”

“At least someone is responsible,” Stephen sighed, already planning on buying the teen some new art supplies. “But, why, Harley? I get being a teenager and wanting to go out, but why on your own? Why lie to us about it?”

Harley started fidgeting with the pillow in his hands. He’d kept his gaze on Stephen’s shoulder for most of their conversation, unable to look him in the eyes fully, but now it drifted down completely, settling on his covers as he bit his lip. “It was the weekend after Mr. Kee - Nate came to get me.”

Stephen groaned internally, already knowing he couldn’t stay angry now - at least not at Harley -, before reaching out his arm and wrapping it around Harley’s shoulders, pulling him closer. “You know you could have talked to us if you were still upset.”

“I know,” the teen mumbled from where his face was pressed against his chest. Stephen could feel Harley relax in his arms as he continued; “It’s just that I wanted to think I was okay, myself. I mean, I was getting adopted, and that man never meant anything to me, but I guess it still hurt even if I didn’t want it to.”

Stephen only pressed him closer, carding his hand through the teens hair in soothing motions, “that’s perfectly normal. It doesn’t matter whether you like your feelings or not, but they’re real and okay. And they can always change over time.”

“Now,” he started, pushing the teen away a bit so he could look into his eyes. “What did your father tell you?”

Harley rolled his eyes slightly, “You know the whole jazz about not lying, and the dangers of going out as a teenager,” a sheepish blush crept onto his face as he continued, fixing his gaze on the bedspread once more, “and he explained that because my granddad - and most likely Nate - were alcoholics, I should be extra careful with alcohol in general because of genetics.”

Stephen watched Harley carefully, but he couldn’t help the warmth spreading in his chest. He knew he married that man for a reason.

“Did you get any punishment?”

“Really, mom?” Harley whined, definitely something he’d learned from Peter, but Stephen didn’t let up, just raising his eyebrow at him until Harley huffed and continued. “Dad locked me out of the lab for a week.”

Stephen rolled his eyes; his husband really was a softy. And Harley probably already knew Stephen was going to add to it. “Add two weeks of being grounded and a week of diaper duty for not telling me about it when it happened.”

“Come on!” Harley grunted, and not one to take anything without bargaining for the best price; “can I still sleep over at Miles’ this weekend?”

“He didn’t know you were supposed to be at his house?”

“No.”

“He notified his dad immediately?”

“Yes.”

Stephen huffed and rolled his eyes. He really thought he was getting better with the puppy eyes of his children, but he was certain Harley had learned both from Peter and Tony at this point. He also couldn’t help that maybe he had a soft spot for Miles. Can you blame him for liking well-behaved children, who don’t cause trouble like his own do? Well, at least if he did he wouldn’t be responsible for it.

“Fine.”

“Yes!” Harley cheered, before quickly changing his expression to a subdued smile. Stephen rolled his eyes at him.

“But you’re still on diaper duty.”

Stephen created a portal. No one on the other side batted an eye as he reached his hands out and grabbed Valerie, though Nat cursed in Russian as the baby was taken from her. He handed her over to Harley, the little girl blinking up at her brother before letting out a content hum and curling into him to continue her nap.

Harley grinned down at her and laid back on his bed, grabbing his phone again to continue texting, this time with the baby curled on his chest. Stephen sighed and let him to it, and when he stepped into the hallway, he met Peter on his way down.

The teen wrapped his arms around Stephen and he smiled down at him, holding him close as they walked down the stairs. “You look tired,” he commented, the teen huffing against his chest.

“Too much studying.”

Stephen rolled his eyes but pulled him closer as they made their way over towards the couch. The Avengers had apparently trailed off as soon as the baby had been removed from the equation and through his exasperation he could be happy for it as he couldn’t help think Peter in danger of a sensory overload.

He sat down on the couch, pulling Peter down with him as he asked Victor to dim the lights, and Levi came from who knows where to curl around both of them.

“You know Harley likes diaper duty, right?” Peter asked, voice distorted through his robes.

“Who likes diaper duty?” He asked nonchalantly.

“It gives him secret baby time.”

Stephen chuckled, very aware that the teen was right. Harley always took way too long ‘changing diapers’, and he wouldn’t have figured out Harley was using the extra half hour to cuddle with the baby on his own time if it hadn’t been something he himself was guilty of. The one time demand for Valerie was low was when she had a dirty diaper.

“That’s ridiculous.”

Over time Peter relaxed enough to turn on the TV, and when Tony entered the floor a little while later, Stephen pushed Peter off the couch.

“Hey!”

“Go pry your sister away from your girlfriend. It’s almost her bedtime.” Peter huffed but complied, trudging towards the elevator as Tony took his place next to Stephen.

“Harley said you found out about the party,” Tony hummed, “is he still alive?”

Stephen rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. “Of course he is. But you might not be for much longer. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Hey, I’m good cop, remember? You gotta let me do my job!” Tony defended himself, already pulling at Stephen’s arms to unravel them.

Stephen only locked them tighter, turning towards his husband in offence. “Wait a second, how am I bad cop?”

“You’re scary, mama bear,” Tony grinned and Stephen sighed and ignored Tony’s satisfied huff when Stephen let loose. He allowed himself to be pulled into Tony’s arms, resting his head on his husband’s chest.

He leaned up to press a kiss against his cheek, before laying down again. “You did good.”

“What am I your dog now? Athena will get jealous.” Stephen smacked his husband’s arm and moved to get up, but Tony whined and held onto him. “I’m kidding!”

A/N: If you can’t tell I’m a sucker for Harley Keener (and mama Stephen giving advice to his problem child). Miles Morales does not belong to the canon of the Mama Bear AU, but I added him because I like him. Can be replaced by any other random friend of Harley’s :)

#for elisaphoenix13 #ironstrange #mama bear stephen #Stephen strange #Tony stark #doctor strange #harley keener #Peter parker #Valerie stark-strange (oc)#diana stark-strange (oc)#thor #marvel #mcu #avengers #mama bear Stephen strange #supreme family

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winged-wolves · 3 years

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Podrick: Thank you for coming to my TED talk.

Tyrion:

Bronn:

Tyrion:

Bronn: …but you didn’t say anything?

Tyrion: …or did he?

Bronn: Oh shit. I tune the kid out sometimes. What did he say?!

*Jaime and Brienne looking from the opposite end of the room when Tyrion and Bronn are panicking.*

Brienne: Should we tell them?

Jaime: And take away that smug look on our baby boy’s face? No. Let him enjoy it.

Brienne: He’s definitely ours.

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doodleimprovement · 5 years

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Mama Bear spending quality time with his cubs

This an an AU of an AU of an Fan fiction series that I have a lot of affection for, the “Supreme Family Chaos” series by @elisaphoenix13 which a fun and occasionally silly IronStrange AU with overprotective Stephen Strange which is #my jam. Give it a read if you’re interested!

The little girl is Diana (the magical, biologial daughter of Strange and Stark) , and the little boy is Peter. The concept here is an AU where Diana and Peter are Twins. It makes sense if you’ve read the series aklfjjdfj

#elisaphoenix13 #mama bear stephen strange #supreme family #peter parker #stephen strange #doctor dad #spider son #diana stark strange #ironstrange #antonia arts #digital art #antonias fandoms

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partiallycorrectxmen · 5 years

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*Charles vomiting in the background*

Hank: What’s wrong with him?

Erik: *at the same time as Charles* He’s pregnant.

Charles: *at the same time as Erik* Bullshit makes me physically ill.

Peter: *facepalms* Mom’s hungover.

original: @elisaphoenix13

#elisaphoenix13 #Charles Xavier #Cherik #erik lehnsherr #incorrect cherik #incorrect x men

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writingforanxiety · 5 years

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The Field Trip

Peter already knew this was going to be bad. His Decathlon class had won a meet the week before and the school had decided that the kids deserved something special for all the hard work they had put into studying for the event. Peter was equally excited as the others at the prospect of a special trip until his teacher announced with a wide grin that the destination of the special trip would be none other than Stark Industries!

It’s not that Peter didn’t love his parents, quite the opposite in fact, he was very close to them and enjoyed spending time with them more so than a lot of other kids his age most likely. But having to go on a tour of your dad's company and your combined home? All the while knowing he would be making it as embarrassing as possible? Peter shuddered at the thought of it all. It didn’t help that the whole school also knew he was the adopted son of the billionaire himself. Once the words stark industries slipped out of the mouth of the teacher the rest of the class let out a combined cheer.

“Alright everyone, remember to be cautious of your surroundings and stay respectful! Mr.Stark was very gracious to allow the class to look around the labs and the compound grounds today.”

Flash snickered behind peter as the class gathered their books and belongings to head out to the buses.

“Looks like we get to have a private tour of penises nursery.”

The group of boys surrounding flash all let out snarky laughs as they shoved past peter and ned to follow the rest of the class out. Although Flash had intended to be cruel with his remark Peter couldn’t help but smirk when he heard the slight hesitation in his voice as he spoke it, there’s no way Flash had forgotten his interaction with Mama Bear just a few months ago.

“Peter! It’s so cool your parents are letting us do a tour of the labs! I've been trying to get your dad to let me into one for months now and he’s shot me down every time.”

“That’s because of the lego incident Ned, do you know he always wears crocs in the house now? He can’t even feel safe barefoot anymore in his own home, you scared him for life man, the labs are the only safe areas he has left from your weekend tyranny. And me too, I have to watch him wear crocs inside, do you know the emotional damage that does to a young man?”

Ned and Peter laughed together as they too reached the bus and took seats near the front, Peter taking the window seat and Ned falling in beside him. They talked about new lego sets and movies they were interested in as the bus advanced through the city. Peter hardly even noticed when the bus pulled up to the front of the tower and the doors hissed open. Peter finally looked up from his conversation with Ned and let out a groan, his father was standing at the main entrance of the building with a huge grin on his face, eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses and his hands in his pockets.

“I wonder if moms going to make an appearance,'' Peter quickly thought to himself as he followed the last of the kids off the bus.

“Well, Welcome Decathlon champions! Congratulations on your recent win, we at S.I hope you have nothing but fun on your tour today and encourage any and all questions”, Tony let out gleefully. Peter couldn’t see his eyes but knew they were sparkling, he was having way too much fun with this.

MJ moved from her position near the teacher and gave Peter a look of pure evil before turning back to Tony and asking in a very innocent tone,

“Mr.stark, what color is Peters room?”

Soft giggles and laughs erupted as the teacher attempted to quiet the kids and MJ shot a sweet smile back at Peters whose ears were turning from a soft pink to blush rather rapidly.

“Excellent question young miss! It’s grey.” Tony’s smile only grew as he answered the question without missing a beat. Oh yea, Peter hated this. As his dad lead the group into the building Peter hung back a bit, he knew his dad was only having fun but that didn't make it any less embarrassing. As his father was explaining something about the importance of keeping your investors happy to the group ahead of him he felt a gentle hand run through the back of his hair. Looking up in surprise he received an encouraging smile in return from his mother. He was still in his robes so Peter guessed he had just come back from one of the sanctums.

“Hello there spiderling, is your father being kind? We had a long talk about not going too far this morning.”

Peter leaned into the hand rubbing the back of his head and let out a sigh.

“I know he’s not trying to go too far, but MJ and probably Ned are encouraging him so it’s a group effort to ruin my social life. Oh my god, do you think they conspired? Oh god.”

Stephen let out a laugh as he watched Peter go through all stages of grief at once at the idea of his best friends and dad teaming up to embarrass him. Funny as it may be though Stephen would always fight for Peter, and giving Tony a taste of his own medicine would be delightful for both him and Peter. Ruffling Peters hair once more he made sure the boy saw the wink he shot him before he walked towards the front of the group, leaving the slightly confused boy to follow behind. As Stephen neared the front of the group he could feel the awed eyes of Peters classmates on him. Tony was faced away from the group talking about one of the prototypes suits out on display when Stephen cleared his throat. Tony turned with a start, how long has Stephen been here? He was about to ask just that when he happened to glimpse the wide smile on his son's face and his stomach dropped when he looked back up at his wife, the Mama Bear look beginning to shine through.

“Tony, I see you’ve chosen to lead this tour yourself instead of having one of the guides do it. That's very interesting considering the list of duties id left out for you this morning. Are they finished yet?’

It was Tony's turn to blush as the kids giggled at his silence, Stephen crossed his arms over his chest and leveled him with a stern look.

“Honestly Tony, sometimes it’s like I have two children to look after, are you ready to come back upstairs and finish your chores?”

The quiet giggles turned into open laughter as Tony sighs and walks over to Stephen.

“Yes Dear, Friday, have a new tour guide sent out while I accompany my wife back to the old labor ward.”

When Tony finally reaches Stephens side he glares up at him with his best defiant look, to which Stephen responds with an eyebrow raised and a much more intense Mama Bear look.The point was clear to Tony, “Embarrass our son one more time and you’ll regret it my love.”

Tony’s hard look quickly melted into a smile as he pushed up to sneak a surprise kiss on the cheek, eliciting a chorus of ewww from behind them as they both smile and grab the other’s hand to head up to the family floor. Stephen was glad he saved Peter from being tormented by his father any longer, but couldn't leave without doing a little bit of damage himself.

“Have fun on the rest of your trip spiderling, your father and I hope you have a wonderful time with your friends”, all of this was said as he wrapped an arm around Tony’s waist as they waited in front of the elevator doors. Tony caught on in a heartbeat.

“Your Mother and I will have dinner waiting for you when you’re done, we love you!!” With a flourish of waves and blown kisses they both stepped into the open elevator doors and wait to laugh until the doors fully close, their son’s bright red face and look of impending revenge the last thing they see.

#story #mama bear Stephen #ironstrange #story inspired by the mama bear stephen created by elisaphoenix13 #elisaphoenix13 #@elisaphoenix13

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ironstrange-is-the-endgame · 5 years

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According to my followers, it's my style of writing. Both artists and writers have their own style I suppose.

I thought I’ve answered this already, and then nope, still in the inbox.

Anyways, yup, the style is the distinctive track of a writer and an artist, but there are some things (such as choices of words or constructs, or certain details in the art works) that have people say “oh this is XXX piece”. Like, they made it immediately recognizable ☺️ and that was what I was interested in, like let writers know which is theirs through their readers’ eyes.

#elisaphoenix13 #asks

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itschocopiggysart · 3 years

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Hey y’all! It’s day 5 of CozyToberFest, and the prompt is ‘treat!’ This little doodle is based off @elisaphoenix13 ‘s Chocolate The Visual Aphrodisiac, would highly recommend! 💛🍫

#stephen strange #tony stark #ironstrange #cozytoberfest #day five #my art

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padfoot-n-moony · 2 years

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@mcuchallenge April's challenge: Madness

My post theme: Dr. Strange in the Multiverse of Madness

Gifs credits:

@sharpesjoy @lousolversons @theavengers @akamatthewmurdock @elisaphoenix13 @wandasmaximoff

#@mcuchallenge #dr strange #wanda maximoff #madness #dr strange in the multiverse of madness #the scarlet witch #wandavision #benedict cumberbatch #elizabeth olsen

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oo0-will-of-the-wisp-0oo · 3 years

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Just have the tree and sky and some touching up to do and I’ll post it when I’m done! ❤️♥️❤️

@superhollykat @babywarg @elisaphoenix13 @yuliya-dosky @hopeful-art-loving-biscuit @aelaer @golden-asp @amethyst-noir @wolfstarsstuff @i-love-my-selfinserts @youknowwhoiam3000 @alix326 @an-odd-idea @leemaht @whotheheckitheheck @mmoonbows @shinsetsu @angelfoxlove @letswritefuriously @ririsasy @just-inside-her @rinkashirikitateku @ajunkblogorsomethingiguess @anameicantthinkof @buckle-up-buttercups @zemazentha @cupcake93151 @funkylittlebidiot @jellyfishdreamofstarlight @why-the-face @wspaceblog @moonliel @ccccumin @kawliflower @tardistara

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forestfoxyy · 4 years

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@elisaphoenix13

I made fanart of your amazing fic Mom Mode.

Hope you don't mind ^^

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silly-draws · 4 years

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I drew Mama Bear Stephen with his 6 children as cats based of a hc from @elisaphoenix13 's Mama Bear Discord Server.

The kitten Draped over Stephen's back is Peter, Harley is grabbing his back paw, Diana is sleeping, Valerie is pawing at him, Thomas is the one running and William is standing in the middle of it all!

#mama bear stephen strange #supremefamily #mama bear fanart

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funkylittlebidiot · 4 years

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Antlord fic for @elisaphoenix13! Based on the prompt “you aren’t even gay” from her AntLord discord server! Set in the Mama Bear AU this is an alternate ‘getting together’ scene for Scott and Quill. 💕

Scott really wasn’t one to procrastinate.

He was almost relieved every time Luis sent him an assignment, not doing well with boredom after years of being locked up - either in prison or at home, so it wasn’t something he dreaded or wanted to put off.

He could amuse himself like the best of them, of course, and with the amount of people in the tower it really wasn’t that difficult to keep himself off his boredom. It was one of the reasons he liked living there so much, and why he constantly went up to the family floor despite having a perfectly fine floor to himself.

But not everyone worked from home like Scott did. Stephen was off to the sanctum most days when all the kids were at school, and even Tony still had to leave for meetings every so often.

With the others - well, Scott didn’t want to bother them. He knew he could be annoying at times, and it really wasn’t difficult to feel … inadequate around the superhumans and trained assassins.

So, whenever he got a job sent through, he was happy enough to start working on it as soon as the tower was empty. It had also made him a bit of a perfectionist, fussing about his work for longer than was strictly necessary, just so he wouldn’t be bored again.

And Luis still always gave him more than enough time, even if he knew Scott would finish it within the day.

Lately though, he had fallen into the nasty habit of putting off his work and leaving it to the last possible minute.

Luis had called twice already, worried by him not having sent his report through yet, even if his deadline was only the next morning. Scott was very aware that he’d usually have already sent in through two days in advance, so he didn’t blame him.

Now, it was almost three am, his eyes were hurting from the screen in front of him and for the first time he was panicking about the possibility of not meeting his deadline.

Anyway, he could understand his concern.

But it wasn’t like he could just tell Luis that he hadn’t started on the report earlier because he really preferred playing foosball with his new roommate - well, floor mate, really. Or that the last time he tried to sit down in front of his laptop, Quill had walked in and had started up Just Dance and of course he hadn’t been able to say no to his challenge.

In conclusion: it was difficult to work with Quill around.

And Scott wasn’t quite sure if he was ready to admit that it was because he loved hanging out with him.

For one, he was never alone anymore, and it was easy to blame his hatred of boredom for why he liked spending time with Quill, if not for the fact that he even preferred staying downstairs when everyone else was also home.

Now, Quill wasn’t even doing anything. He was just sitting on the couch while Scott worked at the living room table, and though Scott could feel his body itching to glance over towards the celestial every few minutes, he managed to actively fight against it. 

He was not going to let himself get distracted this time; he had a duty to fulfil and he wasn’t quite ready yet to admit his crush was so bad that he was actively failing his work. Like some dumb lovesick teenager.

It was already bad enough that his stupid unrequited crush on Stephen had shifted towards Quill. Stephen had always been unobtainable – due to already being in a very committed relationship – but he could still let himself think Stephen found him a little bit attractive. That perhaps Stephen could be interested in him if Tony wasn’t in the picture.

Quill was a whole new way of impossible, because he was single, he just could never be into Scott, because Quill – which was possibly the greatest tragedy in the world – was straight.

Scott still remembered that night where Quill had told him about Gamora. They had been up late watching a football game neither of them had really cared about, eating cereal with ice cream because they were out of milk and basically anything else that should be in a kitchen. Each had been sprawled on one end of the couch, legs meeting in the middle, and lying side by side.

They’d been talking about Cassie, who’d gone to bed already, which had quickly turned to talking about his past marriage and both their previous relationships.

For as far as Scott had been able to tell, the last few months had helped the celestial get over his loss, but he’d really loved her. And even though Scott hadn’t really been crushing on Quill yet, he still remembered the pang of disappointment he’d felt. If only for the loss of a possibility.

On top of that, there were multiple occasions where they’d watched movies and he’d pointed out how hot the main couple was. Scott could definitely see it of course - the woman always a unique style yet always beautiful - and always had to agree, but since he’d finally figured out his attraction to the (literal) god – thanks to Cassie and the Avengers’ lack of subtlety – he had to admit that the comments started hurting quite a bit.

Which is exactly why he had to nip his little crush in the bud as quickly as possible. He had to admit it wasn’t working as well as he’d like, but at least the panic of a deadline was enough to keep his mind engaged with his report instead of bouncing towards Quill every few seconds.

So, he actually managed to finish his work and sent it to Luis eight hours before his deadline.

Though by then it was four in the morning, and Scott could feel his brain slowly shutting down after five hours of intense research and staring at a screen. His eyes hurt and his joints cracked as he slowly got up out of his seat.

Trudging over towards the couch was as much as he could muster, not bothering trying to get to his room. He sighed as he fell down backwards onto the couch, which for some reason was both a lot bulkier and a lot warmer than he could remember.

There was a soft chuckled close to his ear, as an arm wrapped around his shoulders, but Scott was too tired to think much of it as he burrowed in closer to the warmth that was pulling him in. He sighed at how comfortable he was, causing the arm around him to tighten temporarily, brain shifting further and further towards unconsciousness. It was nice, laying against a warm chest, head burrowed in his neck with the cinnamon smell overwhelming his senses and reminding him so easily of Quill.

Wait, Quill.

He pulled back, suddenly feeling wide awake but head still spinning. And indeed, he was sitting next to Quill, legs messily sprawled over his lap and Quill’s arms had dropped to his lower back, encircling him and keeping him close despite having pushed away.

Well, fuck.

His heart was already speeding up, jumping up into his throat as he fought for something to say. He frowned before swallowing, looking away from Quill’s intense eyes that were fixed on him in concern. There was no question that his face was heating up, and he at least hoped the cloud of night was enough to hide his blush, though he was very aware that their proximity made it hard to hide anything.

“Why are you-?” He started, brain twisting inside his skull as it tried its hardest to function this late at night – or early in the morning, whatever. He didn’t want an answer to that, really, not wanting to deal with that pang of pain every time he was reminded that Quill could never be into him like that.

He settled on an apology instead, as he started pushing off further from Quill’s lap. “I’m sorry. I should probably… go to sleep… in my room, I mean.”

He watched Quill frown slightly, tinge of amusement clear in his features, as he didn’t let up, keeping Scott firmly in place and stopping him from getting up further. “Why? You seemed comfortable here?”

Scott’s blush deepened, trying to look anywhere but at Quill as he managed out a flustered, “I was! I just… I don’t know.”

Quill raised an eyebrow at his ‘I don’t know’, tilting his head – both a question and invitation to continue explaining, to give him a better reason. Scott just sighed, brain too exhausted to argue and not really wanting to anyway. If Quill really didn’t have anything against Scott basically using him as a body pillow, he wasn’t going to object.

And he was tired. He’d deal with reality tomorrow when he was more awake, would take his rejection in the morning after a cup of coffee when he was sane enough to remind himself it wasn’t what he wanted it to be. Quill was just being a good friend.

So, Scott carefully returned to his position in Quill’s neck, not sure if Quill really wouldn’t mind this much … well, intimacy. But it was really hard to worry about the possible consequences when it was just as comfortable as it had been before.

Quill, as if rewarding him, moved up his hand to start toying with Scott’s hair, carding his fingers through his roots, the administrations quickly lulling him into a deep and peaceful sleep.

The next morning Scott woke up from the chill. He opened his eyes to find himself lying on the living room couch, which by far wasn’t one of the weirdest places to wake up. There had been plenty of times where he’d fallen asleep in front of the TV, much to Cassie’s annoyance and exasperation.

But against popular belief, he wasn’t ‘such a dad’, he just didn’t always feel like getting up again. It wasn’t like there was much of a point, anyway, as there was no one waiting on him in his bedroom. He’d just shift from one perfectly comfortable resting place to another. So why bother?

This morning however, he knew something wasn’t quite right. It was a feeling, more than a specific thing being off, and it took him an extra half minute and the scent of waffles filtering in from the kitchen to remind him what it was.

His chest constricted nervously as he pushed himself off the seat of the couch, surprised at his lack of stiffness in his neck and back. Turning his head revealed a view of Quill in the kitchen, standing next to the microwave and quietly humming to himself. The song seemed familiar, though Scott couldn’t quite place it at the moment, and a chuckle escaped him despite the nerves fluttering through him.

Quill’s head shot up as soon as he heard the noise, immediately making Scott tense up as their eyes met. Quill was smirking though, pushing away from the counter he’d been leaning against. “What are you laughing about?”

“I should’ve known it wasn’t you actually making the waffles. I would have expected a burnt smell otherwise.” Scott let out easily, joking and teasing familiar for them. They were friends after all, and despite Scott’s feelings for him, he actually did know how to act normal around the celestial.

Last night was just… oh god, that was something else wasn’t it?

“Yeah,” Quill grinned sheepishly in response, “Cassie made them. Wouldn’t even let me near the mixer.”

Scott got up from the couch, feeling a little more at ease now everything still seemed to be normal between them, glad Quill wasn’t acting weird after Scott completely embarrassed himself the previous night. Not that Quill seemed to mind… but he was probably just being a good friend, not wanting to make things even more awkward for him.

If Quill said it didn’t bother him, it was fine, they could just go on and pretend it never happened.

And yet, halfway through breakfast, Scott just couldn’t help himself. They had been talking about the latest mission they’d been on together, but now their conversation had lulled into a comfortable silence, both standing and leaning against the kitchen counters.

Without any distraction, Scott’s mind just kept drifting back to the night before. To how warm Quill had been and how nice it had been to just be able to lean on him as he fell asleep. He kept imagining Quill’s fingers running through his hair again, and it definitely didn’t help that Quill still smelt strongly of cinnamon from three feet away.

As much as he’d like to just ignore it, he couldn’t get it out of his mind, couldn’t stop thinking about the previous night. There was no way Quill could have enjoyed it like he had though, and in a way, it seemed unfair that he had barely given him a choice about the matter. And probably the worst part about it, despite everything, was that he couldn’t stop that tiny flicker of hope that maybe, just maybe Quill did like him like that.

He just needed a reality check, is all.

So eventually he spoke up, despite his better judgement telling him to just shut up about it, that he’d just end up with that spike of disappointment ruining his good mood.

“Hey, I’m really sorry…,” he started, already fighting back a blush as he stared at the piece of waffle still left on his plate, stirring it around as a distraction for the dread in his veins, “if I made you uncomfortable last night.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Scott could hear the shrug in his voice, and he glanced up to watch Quill finish his last bite of waffle before focussing on Scott. “It seemed like you had a good night’s rest, so I’m up for doing it again whenever.”

“Doing what again?” Scott asked in confusion, frowning despite himself. “Sleeping together?”

Quill sent him a look, immediately causing Scott’s cheeks to heat up as he spluttered through a ‘you know what I meant!’.

“Yes, sleeping together.” Quill was still smirking, leaning further on the kitchen counter as he turned to face Scott fully. “You look really cute when you sleep by the way. No surprise there, of course.”

Scott’s head was spinning. To say that wasn’t what he’d expected from this conversation in a million years would be an understatement. He’d assumed Quill would just take his apology and subtly confirm his heterosexuality, allowing Scott to wallow in his misery for the next hour before just going on the way they had before; with Scott silently pining and Quill – hopefully – completely oblivious.

Now Quill was telling him he thought Scott was cute which wasn’t – well it was allowed of course, but it was completely off-script. It made Scott’s heart skip pleasantly which really shouldn’t be happening because after all – “You aren’t even gay though!”

The words were out of Scott’s mouth before he could stop them, his confused brain begging for a resolution. And when despite his mortification for his own bluntness, he was thinking that at least this was it; this was where everything would go according to plan. Instead of confirming his statement, Quill went along to say;

“I don’t know; I’ve done some really gay stuff.”

“Like what?!” Scott huffed out, his brain not even thinking anymore. This time it wasn’t just his confusion or his brain telling him that no, no way this was for real, he was just imagining it, there was that unmistakable twist deep in his stomach.

One look at Quill told him the celestial had caught on to that little tone of jealousy making Scott’s blood boil in a completely new way. Scott could only watch as Quill tilted his head slightly, as if thinking, before taking a step forward and opening his mouth.

“Like watching a movie with you without learning anything about the plot because I keep staring at you instead,” Scott felt his mouth drop open at the confession, staring dumbly up at Quill, feeling completely frozen in place as the celestial continued shamelessly.

“Like lying awake at night bored because I don’t feel like sleeping yet, but you already went to bed so now I can’t spend time with you anymore.” The admission made a smile tug at his lip despite the frozen state he was in, imagining Quill lying awake at night thinking about him. Knowing they’d probably been doing so at exactly the same time with only a wall separating them.

Quill sounded matter-of-factly though, like it was no big deal admitting any of it, like it had been obvious– which clearly hadn’t been the case! And Scott really couldn’t do more than stare up at him and try to let his new knowledge filter through his brain, reviewing his previous calculations.

And Quill just kept on going.

“Like barely talking about anything but you every single time I go out to space to the point that Rocket is giving me a strike every time I mention your name. Like appreciating your ass each and every time you put on your suit like it’s the first time, I’m seeing it. Like imagining you pinned against the wall underneath my-.”

“Okay,” Scott yelled, interrupting his spiel as he glanced nervously around the room, like they weren’t the only two people on this entire floor. The blush climbing up his neck felt nice for once, though, smiling as he stared back up at Quill whose smirk had only deepened. Had he gotten closer? “Okay! I think I get it.”

Quill kept stepping closer, and Scott probably should step back, but the thing was that he really, really didn’t want to. Their kitchen had more than enough space – thanks, Tony – but all of a sudden it felt crowded in all the right ways. He was watching Quill’s smile, the way his eyes lit up as he looked down at Scott – had it always been this way? – and the closer Quill got the more Scott had to tilt his head to continue looking up at him. Usually Scott would feel intimidated, but with Quill everything was different. His proximity was calming, setting his nerves on fire in a pleasant hum instead of the usual anxiety.

He liked it like this. It felt so familiar, despite never having been close like this, the air obviously charged with something Scott had never felt before.

“Think?” Quill drawled out, southern accent thick and making Scott’s knees weak, smirk never-ending, “Because if it’s still not clear I’d be happy to elaborate.”

“Depends,” Scott breathed out, Quill standing almost flush against him.

“On what?”

“On what you mean by ‘elaborate’.”

Suddenly Scott felt a hand gripping his waist, and at the same time his breath caught when Quill’s other hand cupped his neck, tilting his head up and pulling him into a searing kiss. His own body reacted as if it was the most natural thing in the world, his arms moving up to wrap around Quill’s back, pulling him closer and keeping him locked against him.

He wasn’t quite sure how he’d ended up here, when barely half an hour ago he could have sworn it would only remain a dream. He had half the heart to think he was in fact still sleeping, but that doubt quickly left his mind because he’d never felt anything more real in his life.

He kept zoning in and out, losing himself to Quill, and when some of his senses returned to him, he realised he was sitting on the kitchen counter, legs wrapped around Quill’s waist and keeping him close. The angle allowed himself to be at face level with the god, and when he finally pulled away to stare him in the eyes, he was panting.

“Well, that gay enough for you?”

“Oh, shut up,” Scott blushed, slapping Quill on the shoulder, even as his stomach twisted happily at the way Quill was grinning at him.

They stood there, just staring at each other for what felt like forever, Quill’s thumb rubbing circles where his hand was still wrapped around his neck.

“You know what I want to do now?”

“What?” Quill chuckled, frowning at Scott.

“Go back to sleep.” Scott grinned at Quill’s loud laugh echoing through the kitchen, and before he knew it, he was being lifted off the counter. He yelped in surprise, protesting all the way, and when he was tossed onto Quill’s bed he huffed at the impact, but eventually he found himself wrapped around Quill’s side like the night before, listening to Quill’s heartbeat and blushing in content as the celestial pressed a kiss against the top of his head.

#antlord #for elisaphoenix13 #ant-man #Scott lang #Peter quill #guardians of the galaxy #fanfic #marvel #mcu #avengers

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salty-ironstrange-shipper · 4 years

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Fanfiction Writer Meme

I saw this on @fictionpenned, who’s great if you like doctor who/thoschei, and I thought I’d give it a try! These are all from my ao3 fic, because that’s really the only place I still post fic.

Fandoms: MCU, Doctor Who, Percy Jackson, Sherlock, Game of Thrones, and Star Trek. (that seems like more than it is because 90% of my fics are MCU and PJO)

Number of fics: 44 currently up on AO3

Fic I spent the most time on: From the Top. No doubt. That one was almost a year.

Fic I spent the least time on: Probably Family and/or "We Adopt Six Cats".

Longest fic: From the Top again at 154,561 words.

Shortest fic: Family.

Most hits: Kinktober 2018: Ironstrange Fics (44761 hits)

Most kudos: Bonded (2868 kudos)

Most comment threads: From the Top (285 comment threads)

Most bookmarks: Bonded (480 bookmarks)

Total word count: 599,787 (currently posted on AO3)

Favorite fic I wrote: I loved (both writing and as a finished fic) From the Top, A Strange Wedding, Stay A Thousand Years, and right now I’m having a ton of fun with Synergy.

Fic you want to rewrite/expand on: I loved From the Top and I still want to update that series in the future, both with future Doctor Strange and Spider-Man movies, and with fun, domestic (or smutty) shorts.

Share a bit of a WIP or a story idea you’re planning on: The other day, I got the idea of an ironstrange fic with a sort of eldritch/alien, but kind of harmless, Stephen stranded on earth and growing closer to Tony, who’s one of the scientists observing him. At the moment this is just a vague idea and a few bulletpoints, but who knows ;)

Tagging: If you see this and want to do it, consider yourself tagged, although I will go ahead and tag @funkylittlebidiot, @atypical-snowman, @amethyst-noir, @elisaphoenix13, @wspaceblog

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zoxiqwritesstuff · 4 years

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This short fic is based on the amazing Mamabear Au by @elisaphoenix13. Go check her out on here and AO3. She is a true master story teller!

Heroes don't always wear capes

Summary: For the first time, Peter can save someone's life without Spiderman.

Before Peter could step off the elevator, Stephen was there with a worried expression on his face. FRIDAY had alerted him that Peter had seemed a bit distraught upon his arrival to the tower.

"What's wrong cub?" Stephen asked as the teen shrugged his backpack off of his shoulders.

Brown eyes met the sorcerer's blue ones as he could see Peter trying to form the question in his head. Peter's face dropped as the question formed. The teen fidgeted a bit with the hem of his shirt before he looked up at the doctor.

"How much do you know about the signs of depression?" Peter asked in a soft voice.

Stephen's eyes went wide as motherly panic began to fill him.

Was Peter depressed? And if he was, by the Vishanti, why hadn't he seen it sooner? The sorcerer moves beside him, placing a hand on the teen's back as he guides him over to the couch. Once they are both settled, Stephen shifts his posture so he is fully focused on Peter. The teen however still kept his gaze low, as if he were still deep in thought.

"Peter, are you…" Stephen began to ask.

Beforehe could finish, it was if the metaphorical dam that was holding back Peter's thoughts burst.

"There's this girl at my school. We have Chemistry and Spanish together and she used to be on the Decathlon team too." Peter explained. "She's really smart and really nice to everybody, but then she quit the Decathlon team and I noticed that she wasn't as happy anymore. She used to try to answer every question in class but now she just sits in the back and looks so lost. She sits by herself at lunch and if someone sits at the table she's at she just leaves. I'm worried about her, mom. I just wanted to know the signs of depression so I could see if she is or if I'm just overanalyzing everything."

Peter finally took a breath after his word vomit explanation. Stephen let out a sigh of relief, the overwhelming dread that one of his cubs was hurting washed away. Peter was just curious to help another student. He really was the best kid.

"While I may not be a psychologist, I was taught the basics to diagnose such mental disorders in patients to transfer them to the proper wing." Stephen stated. "And from what you've described, I do conclude that this girl is exhibiting signs of depression."

Peter's expression fell to one of deep concern.

"How can I help her?" The teen quickly asked.

"Have you told your school's counselor?" The doctor asked in return.

Peter shook his head no. "I wanted to be sure first."

"I would start there, maybe try and talk to her as well. She could just feel like she has no one to go to." The doctor suggested.

Peter nodded in agreement before reaching out and hugging the sorcerer. Stephen smiled at the embrace, carding his shaky hand through the teen's unruly curls.

"Thank you mom." Peter's voice was muffled with his face being buried in Stephen's collarbone.

"Your welcome cub."

***

The next day was supposed to be like every other day. Everything had been just like a normal day, but Peter couldn't help but feel like something was off. His spider sense wasn't going off, which only confused him more. The teen was so lost in his thoughts that he almost ran into a street lamp.

Almost.

Harley grabbed Peter by the back of his shirt, pulling out of the way of the potential collision.

"Are you going for a record of how many times you can run into a pole?" Harley teased Peter.

"What? No!" Peter retorted, turning his attention to straight ahead. "I just can't shake the feeling that something is wr…"

The hairs on the back of Peter's neck stood up as they were about to their school. There was danger at the school. Harley was already around the corner before Peter rounded it. There was a large crowd gathered at the entrance to the school and several students had their phones out recording. Peter soon found Harley amongst the crowd.

"What's going on?" Peter asked.

"You need to suit up Peter." Harley muttered to the teen, as he pointed up.

Peter followed where the older teen's finger pointed, his brown eyes widening in shock. There was a person sitting on the edge of the roof but not just any person. It was the girl he had told Stephen about. The teen was formulating a plan as some teachers came out, one with a megaphone to talk to the girl.

Peter looked at Harley before the two silently nodded to one another and the younger teen slipped away.

Peter hurried around to the back of the building to an area he was sure there were no cameras. The teen took a deep breath before scaling the wall with his spider grip. Moments later, he climbed the side and was standing on the roof, his web shooters hidden but ready… just in case. He took slow steps toward the girl.

"Hey there. I'm Peter." Peter calmly announced.

The girl didn't even turn to face him nor was she startled. Silence hung in the air.

"Can I come sit by you?" Peter asked as stopped his movements.

Silence. His brown eyes glanced down, noticing how her fingers tensed. Maybe if he just kept talking he could get her away from the edge.

"We have Chemistry and Spanish together. That test last tuesday was pretty hard in Spanish." Peter just talked.

"Why are you doing this?" Sophie asked, her voice soft but trembling.

The tone of her voice reminded Peter too much of how he was right after May had died. She sounded so broken, so alone. Peter had to help her.

"Because I'm your friend. We may not talk all the time but we had Decathlon together." Peter explained. "You're really great too."

Sophie scoffed. "I don't have friends so just stop… this is…"

Sophie stood up and Peter could hear the crowd gasp below them. She turned to face the teen behind her, her eyes red from crying.

"You feel like there's nothing left don't you?" Peter asked and for the first time, he saw the pleading look in Sophie's eyes. "The world feels really cold and you have this overwhelming feeling of nothingness that just consumes you."

"How…" Sophie croaked out as fresh tears threatened to spill.

"I felt that way when my Aunt May died." The teen explained as he inched a bit closer.

"B...but your so happy even when you're bullied… how did you make it stop?" Sophie cried, her trembling hands running through her hair. "My own mind tells me how worthless I am… how it would be better if I just… disappeared."

"It wouldn't be though. " Peter urged. "When you quit Decathlon we lost our only arts and literature person. You were the reason we won state that one year because we were all so clueless."

A laugh escaped Sophie's lips. So he was getting somewhere with her with these stories. Maybe a few more and he could coax her away from the edge.

"Do you remember that time in Spanish when I fell asleep?" Peter inquired.

"You jolted awake and said some very odd sentence all in Spanish. You were so lost until I tossed that note at you with what was going on." Sophie smiled softly.

"I would have been so lost if you didn't help me." The teen chuckled, reaching a hand out to Sophie. "I want to help you now."

The girl just looked at his hand as tears ran down her cheeks. She reached out her trembling hand to take Peter's. Once her hand was close enough, the teen pulled the girl into a tight hug as his arms wrapped tightly around her. Sophie sobbed quietly as he hugged her, apologies flowing between hiccups. The two teens stayed like that until the paramedics came on the roof. The two men carefully guided Sophie through the school and into the ambulance waiting at the entrance. Peter followed closely behind them just so he could keep an eye on Sophie.

Once outside, Harley came rushing over to him just as he was waving to Sophie.

"Dude! Did you just do what I think you just did?" Harley asked the younger teen.

Peter just nods. "Yeah. I knew how she was feeling and I knew the only way I was saved was by mom and dad talking to me."

"Well, why don't we go out and celebrate my little brother being a hero." The older teen smiled and clapped Peter on the back. "School's been canceled for the rest of the day."

The two teens walk away from the school heading to the small cafe near the school. Harley's phone began to ring and the teen promptly answered it.

"Hey dad."

"Can you tell me why you two aren't at school?" Tony asked. "If you're playing hooky, I will get mama bear."

"There was an incident at school and classes got canceled." The older teen explained, looking at Peter. "If you turn on the news, you'll see Peter being a badass and saving the day."

"FRIDAY didn't alert me to spiderman being on the scene." The billionaire replied, confused as he turned on the news.

"Watch the news dad and you'll see. We'll be home soon dad. Love you." Harley ended the call.

Tony just stared at his phone before he turned the television on. As he took his seat on the couch, Stephen came out of the kitchen with a hot cup of tea and took a seat next to his husband. Both men were both in shock at the headline: "Not All Heroes Wear Capes". The news footage showed clips of Peter talking Sophie down as well as of her parents that were thanking Peter for saving their daughter. The two men just smile at the news story, thankful that everyone was ok.

"Looks like our kid is two superheroes now." Tony smiled.

"Both equally strong and caring." Stephen included as he sipped his tea.

"Well I think this is cause for celebration! We can all go pick up Diana from school and then all go out for once." The billionaire suggested as he got up from his spot on the couch, scooping Valerie out of her playpen. "What do you think Val?"

Valerie just blinked up at her father before smiling widely. "Mama!"

Stephen stiffles his laugh as his husband playfully rolls his eyes, lips curled into a smile.

"I should have seen that coming." Tony snorted as he held Valerie.

An hour later, Peter and Harley arrived to the family floor, both teens shrugging off their backpacks and slinging them onto the couch. Harley grabbed the remote as Peter walked to the kitchen to grab a soda for the older teen and himself. The whistling teapot alerted the teen that Stephen was also there, the sorcerer smiling as he saw the teen enter the kitchen. A look of knowing passed between the two before the sorcerer pulled the younger teen into a tight hug. Peter had his nose buried into Stephen's collarbone as the sorcerer kissed the top of the teen's head.

"We are so proud of you cub." Stephen muttered into brown curls.

"I just did what I thought you or dad would do." Peter replied.

"We're going out to celebrate your heroics after we all pick up Diana from school. She's going to definitely want to brag that her big brother is a hero." Stephen grinned as he pulled away to make his cup of tea.

Peter grabbed the two sodas he had ventured in for and walks back to the couch, tossing Harley his soda. As Peter flopped next to his brother, the teen's phone vibrated in his pocket. He pulled it out, seeing it was a text message as he opened his phone. The message came from an unknown number but upon reading the message, Peter knew exactly who it was from. The message was two words, the only words of praise he needed for his deed.

"Thank you."

#ironstrange #mamabearau #mamabear #peter parker #spiderman #fanfiction #elisaphoenix #harley keener #tw: mental health #tw:depression

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