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typingfool · 11 months

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𝐈 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 ; tony stark

pairing ; father figure!Tony Stark x adopted!gn!Reader platonic / mentions ; bucky barnes, wanda maximoff, natasha romanova, harold "happy" hogan, pepper potts

outline —; Happy is ten minutes late. Tony is freaking out. And you are here, munching on a burger, lost somewhere in Midtown Manhattan.

word count —; 1.8k

WARNINGS —; mention of HYDRA

tags / themes —; reader forgets their birthday, father-child complications, pepper being a mom, happy being... happy,

A/N —; finally beta-read!! this is just so... self-indulgent, it was my birthday a few days ago and i wanted to fill the pit in my stomach w/ some more surprises!!

Midtown Manhattan is a maze to you.

Thankfully, you didn’t have to walk. You didn’t get to choose to walk. And Happy knew that.

He was about… ten minutes late, you’ve stood in the same spot for ten minutes. Ten. Minutes. It’s fun and all. Until, you had the brilliant idea to walk around the block of your school, ultimately getting lost between the local shops and roads of the large, loud city.

Gazing up, you could see the lovely “Stark” brandished unto the Avengers Tower. A medal, a hope to those who looked upon it. Your eyes landed on a small restaurant, two huge windows on either side, and a strained glass door in the middle. Its contrast to the colours of the buildings that’s surrounding it; yellows instead of blue, reds instead of grey.

Plus, not a single soul. Your lips curled into a smile.

Perfect, it looks like someone vomited rainbows. You concluded to yourself before crossing the road. Your fingers curled around the metal handle, pushing it open. With hands clinging on to the backpack hanging from your shoulder, you smiled at the woman behind the counter. Though, you felt the presence of a schoolboy with a bright blue flannel, sitting in the corner; burger, fries, and soda in front of him, his main focus was on his phone.

Turning away, you let the soft smell of burgers fill your senses.

Eventually, you found a spot beside the window, looking outside a bit before the woman from behind the counter came over to pick your order. “I’ll have whatever he’s having,” You purse your lips to silently point at the boy.

“Burger, curly fries, and soda.” The woman repeated, she made eye contact with you, then smiled. “Anything else?”

“Uh, no soda and ketchup please.” You grimaced, fidgeting with your hands underneath the table, averting your gaze outside.

She tilted her head. “Just water?”

You nodded and whispered as if she could hear you, “Yes.”

The woman simply nodded and disappeared behind the counter. And you heaved a sigh, a very quiet sigh, as to not disrupt anyone’s peace in the quiet restaurant. The boy from across the room settled his phone down, looked at the burger, then at you. He waved shyly. And you mimicked the action, despite not entirely understanding his point of social cue.

You chose to shift your gaze to the clear, glass window. Watching the people walk by and the cars speeding through the road. The more you count the amount of people passing by, the more you understood Stark, he cared for these people. The heavy exterior of his iron suit may not tell much, and even though he doesn’t physically have a heart. He does care.

The smell of your order reached your nose, making you turn back and smile. You paid the kind woman and started to indulge in your fries first.

Your mind drifted back to Happy. If he wasn’t ten minutes late, you would’ve been at home right now, perched against the headboard of your bed, resting. But the day would end, and you’d start all over again. Disrupting your schedule isn’t so bad. You get time for yourself, you don’t have to talk.

You smiled, as you bit your burger. And as if your thoughts aligned with reality, Happy Hogan walks in the store.

Happy fuckin’ Hogan.

With his suit and sunglasses and all. Out of breath, he looks at your retreating figure; attempting to swallow the burger as you smiled at him bitterly. “Hi,” You mouthfully said, settling your burger down, and signalling him to sit down. “Do you want to order anything?” You asked, mouth clear this time, as you swallowed the food.

“I was looking everywhere for you,” Happy said through heavy breaths, slouching his shoulders.

You nod along his words and licked your teeth with a sound. “You were late,” You took a bite of your burger again, swallowing. “So, I wandered off.”

“You wandered off?” He repeated with a tone that clearly said he wasn’t happy.

“I wandered off,” You repeated, your palms were free and expressed your tone. “Why were you late?”

A twinkle behind Happy’s eyes, then, his face contorted into a blank expression. He cleared his throat, sitting straight in the chair. “Tony wanted me to do…” He fixed his tie clumsily. “Stuff.” As his words escaped his mouth, you bit into your burger comically, rolling your eyes. “Hey— He’s really worried, you need to eat the rest of,” Happy made circle gestures to your food. “This. Otherwise, he’ll—”

“Call me,” You finished for him, wiping the ends of your mouth with a tissue. You looked around, averting your gaze from anywhere but Happy. It landed on the floor. “I know.”

Happy tapped the table twice, making you pay close attention to him. “He cares,” He says, offering a smile through his stubble. Though, you couldn’t really tell.

Nodding along his words, you licked your lips. “I know.” You confessed.

The ride alone with Happy is the same; quiet. But you never minded.

This time is different, something is different. Your palm fell against the texture of the seat, forehead against the car window. “This isn’t home,” You knocked the window, your eyes landed on the rear mirror. “Where are we going?”

Happy’s eyes were ahead, avoiding your gaze. He’d be adamant in keeping eye-contact, for some reason, he wasn’t… looking at you. “Avengers Tower.”

“What?” You blurted out, scratching the lobes of your ear, you said a bit softer; “Why?” You bit your bottom lip slightly, pulling yourself from the window, settling down onto your seat.

He cleared his throat again.

Weird. That wasn’t likely of him. “Tony’s there.”

You furrow your brows, sighing as your head falls back. “Do I have to be there too?” You asked, though, quickly shaking your head. “Why do I have to be there?”

Happy sighs, it wasn’t a condescending sigh, he wasn't tired of your questions, he just sighs—heaves out a long breath before saying. “You’ll see.”

“Ah, there you are!” Pepper exclaimed, her long hair bouncing as she swiftly hugged you. Giving your temple a kiss. “Come on, everyone’s waiting for you.”

You were about to question everyone? Before you feel Happy slightly nudge you to follow Pepper, trailing closely behind you. You shake off the sensitivity of his touch before your school shoes slapped against the marbled floor.

“How was school?” Pepper asked, pressing a button in the elevator. Her soft hands drifted back of your head, tugging a strand of it behind your ear.

You smile, eyes ahead the number of the floor, brows raised. You rub your eyes with the back of your palms, yawning. “Normal.”

Pepper Potts is the closest mother figure you’ve ever since HYDRA happened. Glimpses of your past always came peeking through the surface, ruining any chances of communicating like a normal person. But… Pepper, she somehow reminded you what it’s like to be human. She taught you to be more open, to not be so tense, to hold your head high. “Just normal?”

“Until Happy,” You jabbed a thumb at the man beside you. “Was late.”

Pepper tilted her head at the man, amused. “Don’t be late next time.” She eyed him as the elevator doors opened.

Turning around the corner, with Tony’s back turned, the Avengers erupted into cheers. Much to your surprise. You slowly backed out, slightly overwhelmed with the amount of people in the room. “Happy Birthday!”

Your shoulders slumped back and you tried to bite down a smile. Oh. It was your birthday. “...Thank you?” You slowly inched in, seeing familiar faces. Laughter erupted again, they were drunk. Definitely. How long have they been waiting for you? Wanda came in first, hugging your shoulders. Then Natasha’s crushing hug and smile. Then… “Barnes,” You chuckled as he ruffled your hair.

“Heat sink,” Bucky affectionately bit back, his hands curled around a clumsy, boxed present. He tossed it to you. “Don’t tell Tony.” He whispered, before patting your shoulder, and heading to the kitchen, probably to get another drink.

Tony smiled, showing his teeth. “Happy Birthday, kid.”

There was a silence that hung right above your heads; other than the Avengers constant laughter; there’s the awkwardness between the two of you. No matter how long the years passed by—it’s always been there, you were unsure as to how you could conquer it.

Maybe, you could start now. Pepper and Happy passed by you, feeling that they were suddenly invading, they headed close to the other Avengers. You cleared your throat, stepping forward. “Thanks, Tony.” You said a bit timidly, causing his brows to raise slightly.

Tony examined you up and down. You were still in your uniform, now all baggy and messy. “How was school?” He inquired, signalling his head to follow him in the kitchen.

“Normal, until Happy showed up late.” You mimicked his action, looking back at Happy and Pepper with a smile. “Went to a restaurant. Ate something.”

Tony nodded his head along with your vague storytelling. “You got lost?” He raised a brow.

You grinned cheekily, leaning against the countertable with your elbow. You swiped your palm against the base of your neck, grunting a little before replying. “A bit.”

“Sure, a bit.” Tony said, pouring you a glass of apple juice. He handed it to you, “Happy Birthday again.”

A pause. He continued. “I know we don’t talk a lot, kid. But I want you to know that—”

You sipped your apple juice loudly, smacking your lips together. “Care about me,” You grimaced, not to him, you didn’t have the courage to look anyone in the eyes right now. “I know.”

Tony crossed his arms and leaned against the countertable, just beside you. Though, far enough for your liking. “No,” His lips formed into a line, you dipped your head lower, looking at him between your eyelashes. He made that stubble face that Happy would, you couldn’t distinguish if it was smiling and frowning. “I don’t… express it enough.”

Another pause. It wasn’t the same silence that hanged minutes ago.

It was comforting. You patiently waited.

Tony looked at you, with a smile this time. “I care about you, kid.” He says this like an oath. Your head was still dipped down, gaze fixed on the floor. Your vision begins to water, some-fucking-how. “You’ve been through a lot,” He continues, watching as you set the glass down. “And you’ve been so strong.” He smiles when you look at him. “I’m proud of y—”

His words were cut off with you hugging him. Tony didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around your retreating figure, somehow, he understood your quiet sobs. The way your fingers tremble behind his back, the way your legs buckled, and the way your quiet sniffles were hidden by the collar of his shirt. He continued anyway, Tony’s nose was buried into your hair as he said. “I’m proud of you.”

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riotwritesthings · 2 years

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Laid Bare

WinterIron, M, 2k - No-Powers AU, the DUMBEST soulmate AU you’ve ever seen

In theory, the moment you meet your soulmate you’re stripped of all your defenses, laid bare before them in a magical and romantic moment.

In practice… Tony is pissed. He’d really liked that suit.

(AKA the soulmate AU where you lose your clothes when you meet your soulmate. Yes you read that correctly. Don’t think about it too hard lort knows I didn’t)

You ever have an idea that’s so fantastically cracky you just HAVE to do it?

See what happened was…. I said to @saganarojanaolt, AS A JOKE, “Soulmate AU where your clothes vanish.” I’d like to blame her for enabling me but honestly this is mostly all me I just couldn’t stop ahahaha please… enjoy..?

Tony knows that Happy has been tactfully avoiding him since the latest incident, but he also knows that Happy is going to be in his office all day today. Tony has had Pepper saving up all of Happy’s paperwork all week to dump it on him today for just that reason, because Tony is tired of chasing him all over the place and Pepper has refused to help any more than that.

And JARVIS won’t help either, that traitor, just because Happy plays chess with the AI and never gets tired of being beat.

But now Happy has nowhere to run, he should be done with the interviews Tony saw on his calendar and just diving into the paperwork and Tony is ready to strike.

“Happy Harold Hogan,” Tony is already saying as he bursts into the office and oops, apparently Happy is not quite done with his last interview yet.

That seems the most likely reason for the man with the brand new suit and the broad shoulders standing across the desk from Happy, apparently forgetting that they were in the middle of shaking hands and jumping as he looks up at Tony with wide eyes. It’s too late to stop now though, Tony has been planning this speech for days, he is on a roll, so he just keeps right on going.

And honestly, if the guy is going to work here he deserves to know that his new boss is a lunatic. And yes, Tony does mean Happy and himself.

"I have a very important question for you," Tony says, fixing his own attention on Happy again because he doesn't need to add 'eyes up the employees' to this interesting first impression he's making on the new hire here.

Happy is staring back at him with his mouth hanging open and his eyebrows slowly crawling up his forehead, which Tony is going to take as a sign that he doesn't want the talking-to he's about to get but that's too bad.

"Why," Tony demands, "am I still hearing that you're frisking the delivery people? We talked about this. There's 'taking security seriously' and then there's you and you are a lawsuit waiting to happen, stop-"

That's about the time Tony notices Happy's office is a lot cooler than he expected. And breezier. Which isn't right, Tony is in a three piece suit today and he rushed down here before Happy had a chance to grab his paperwork and flee, so he glances dam at himself and sure enough-

"Oh come on," Tony says, staring down at his own bare chest in dismay. And his bare legs. And his stupid novelty boxers. The cartoon platypuses smile back up at him from the neon blue fabric.

"Meetin' your soulmate on laundry day, huh?" Says the other guy in the room, who is apparently Tony's soulmate, and he sounds way too amused, "I used to have those nightmares."

"I'll have you know these are my favorite boxers" Tony says with a sniff, because Rhoday gave him these last christmas and no one is allowed to bad-mouth them, "and that way my favorite suit."

Tony finally looks up at the guy, because he hadn't registered much more than blue eyes and shoulders, and he should probably actually introduce himself to the soulmate he's been 'magically laid bare before' and god this doesn't even happen to people anymore-

All of Tony's plans go right out the window when his eyes actually land on the man, along with his words and most of his higher brain power. The charming introduction that he definitely hasn't been planning most of his life is gone and all that comes out is a strangled noise.

"You are a lawsuit waiting to happen," Happy grumbles loudly, but Tony is not paying him an ounce of attention.

No, Tony has far more important things to focus on, like the fact that those blue eyes are set in a handsome face and the shoulders are attached to a thick chest and solid waist, all cut with muscle and no less attractive for the scars littering his left side. There's a lot of other things to take in too, like the dark hair pulled up into a small bun and the thighs as thick as Tony's head, but most of Tony's attention is now caught on the fact that rather than questionably embarrassing novelty boxers, it appears his soulmate is wearing no underwear today. The only thing he's wearing is a vaguely sheepish grin, hands held in front of his crotch to keep up some semblance of decency and he is using both hands, hello.

"Let me guess, laundry day?" Tony asks once he finally drags his gaze back up to the man's face, raising one eyebrow and ignoring the fact that his soulmate's expression is now more of a 'knowing smirk.'

“Would you believe me if I said yes?” The man asks, his gaze flicking over to Happy for just a second, and oh the hint of pink spreading across the bridge of his nose is just adorable.

"Would you at least close the door?" Happy demands and when Tony finally looks over again Happy is staring resolutely at the ceiling.

"Whoops," Tony says and finally lets the door fall closed behind him. He'd kind of completely forgotten about the hallway and everything in the face of his soulmate's... Physique. At least the man looks amused, mostly, rather than scandalized and offended.

Both of which nicely sum up the look on Happy's face as he keeps his eyes firmly on the ceiling and says, "Boss, this is the new hire, James Barnes. Mr Barnes, Tony Stark."

"My friends call me Bucky," his soulmate says then glances down at his own crotch, which Tony has been trying not to do but oops there he goes again, "I'd offer to shake your hand, but uh-"

"Please don't," Happy interjects even though he's still staring at the ceiling, that baby.

"So, I'll just say it's nice to meet you," Bucky says with a tiny shrug, and Tony is going to call him Bucky, and Tony does not mind the way the motion makes the muscles in his shoulders and chest roll.

"Oh the pleasure is all mine," Tony says with a wide smirk, stepping a little closer, but then stops and turns to Happy when he pointedly clears his throat. "Instead of loitering and making unhappy noises you could do something helpful," Tony points out, "like go find us some clothes before I have no choice but to jump this man." After a second of thought he turns to Bucky and adds, "Respectfully."

"Respectfully, not if I jump you first," Bucky says, his voice a little lower than it had been, and there's probably no hope of hiding the goosebumps that break out across Tony's skin.

"Yeah there is zero chance I'm leaving the two of you alone now," Happy says, still sounding vaguely pained, "this is my office."

"You never let me have any fun," Tony pouts at him, and he's about to insist this is the rocket boot incident all over again when the sound of Bucky's soft laugh thoroughly steals his attention back.

“I wouldn’t mind some clothes,” Bucky says, “seein’ as how I was just hired and I’m already runnin’ the risk of losing this job for sudden nudity.”

“I think we can make an extreme exception,” Happy says, and then shoots a glare at Tony when he tries to subtly inch closer to Bucky again.

“No clothes,” Tony insists, smirking as he waves a hand at all of Bucky and adds “I’m pretty sure it’s a crime to cover all that up.”

“Disagree,” Happy interjects.

Tony isn’t listening to him anymore though, he’s much more interested in Bucky. In the way Bucky’s eyes keep drifting down Tony’s chest before snapping back up again, the way he tries to subtly adjust his hands in front of his dick but oh, Tony sees it.

“So what’re you doing after this?” Tony asks with a grin, sidling a little closer and ignoring the hand Happy waves at him.

“Hopefully gettin’ some clothes and takin’ you out,” Bucky says and it looks like he’s resisting the urge to move closer too, “or, if you don’t think I’m too easy, maybe somethin’ that doesn’t require clothes.”

“I like the sound of that, and I am easy,” Tony says with a wink and shifts a little closer, ignoring the huff that Happy lets out. It’s a little harder to ignore the stapler that Happy throws at him, and Tony barely dodges out of the way with a squawk. “This is no way to retain employees,” Tony tells him grumpily, “don’t throw things at people.”

“I’m throwing things at you,” Happy says flatly, and then raises a paperweight in a clear threat when Tony glances over at Bucky again. He lowers the glass turtle when Tony holds up his hands in a placating gesture and then says, “And if we did have a retention problem, it would be because the CEO is a lunatic who makes the worst first impression.”

“How dare you,” Tony demands, clapping his hand over his chest like he’s physically pained.

“I don’t mind the first impression,” Bucky says with a smirk and a wiggle of his eyebrows, gaze lingering on Tony’s thighs.

“And this is why you’re my new favorite,” Tony tells him seriously and he can't resist the urge to try and move a little closer again, he simply can’t.

Happy throws the paperweight.

It bounces harmlessly off the wall several feet to the right of them, but Tony still gasps and flinches dramatically. And uses that as an excuse to get a couple steps closer to Bucky, because he is a genius after all.

“You alright?” Bucky asks with a small grin that mostly looks like he’s trying not to full on laugh at Tony.

“I’ll survive,” Tony says with a heavy sigh, “and one day, with lots of time, I might even get past this betrayal and find it in my heart to forgive him.”

“So generous of you,” Bucky says, leaning closer and apparently all too happy to play along with Tony’s dramatics, “what a large heart you must have.”

“I’ve got plenty of large parts,” Tony promises with an exaggerated wink.

Something else goes clattering into the wall and then Happy mutters to himself, “Shit, I’m out of things to throw.”

Bucky laughs softly, pink spreading across the bridge of his nose again, and his eyes flick over to Happy for a second before he asks, "So uh, how do you feel about cats?"

“You have a cat?” Tony asks, blinking a couple times as he processes that, and then he blurts "how do you feel about a summer wedding?"

“I think spring is closer,” Bucky replies instantly, grinning wider, leaning closer. It looks like Bucky is about to reach out for him before he remembers his current state of undress and barely stops before he exposes himself, much to Tony's disappointment.

The supposedly traumatized Happy probably appreciates it though, and that thought has Tony realizing that the man has been conspicuously silent for a while now. When Tony looks over it appears that Happy is typing frantically at his phone, and Tony is instantly suspicious.

"What are you doing over there?" He demands.

"Texting Pepper about you," Happy replies, instantly and shamelessly.

"No!" Tony shouts, lunging towards the desk while Bucky makes a startled grab for him and Happy shouts as he finally gets the inevitable eyeful.

By the time Pepper gets there Happy has banished them to opposite sides of the room and forbidden them from further suggestive banter or 'revolting' flirting. He won't even let them talk.

"Well now I understand why I was told to bring pants, but nothing else," she says in greeting.

"Pepper, Happy won’t let me make out with my soulmate in his office," Tony whines.

"Hi, nice to meet you," Bucky says, now half-hiding behind one of the chairs and the pink in his cheeks from accidentally flashing Happy hasn't quite faded.

Pepper just sighs and pointedly holds out two pairs of pants.

#my fic #winteriron #bucky/tony #starkbucks #im just gonna go hide forever now WHATHAVEIDONEEE

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helloimanavenger · 2 years

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We're Both Out of Time (3)

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chapter warnings: mild angst, but also happiness and reunions!!

Chapter Three: Y/N Stark Y/N Barnes Y/N Rogers

"Ma'am you need to step back-"

"Or what? What are you going to do to me?"

"Ma'am, please don't make me call-"

"Who? The Avengers? That's what I'm asking you to do, don't you understand?" you read the security guard's name tag, "Harold."

"My friends call me Happy."

"Well Harold I'm asking you to call them, otherwise I'll go up there myself."

"Ma'am I'll have to ask you not to do that," he stated, extending his arm out to block you from the elevator entrance.

"You know I remember you, right? How could I forget Uncle Happy? You would always sneak me an extra scoop of ice cream when my dad wasn't looking," you half heartily laughed.

"Listen, I don't know who you think you are, but-"

"How rude of me! I didn't reintroduce myself. Name's Y/N. Y/N Rogers. Of course you knew me as Y/N Stark. I also went by Y/N Barnes for a while there..." you trailed off.

"Y/N?" he questioned, near tears.

"Hey Uncle Happy," you smiled.

Happy pulled you into a deep hug, "It's so good to see you."

"You believe me? Just like that?" you questioned, pulling away from the hug though your uncle still kept you close.

Happy reached up to dry the tears you hadn't realized you has shed, "I don't know how any of this is possible," he said, "but you look so much like your dad."

Now you cried, falling into Happy's arms once again. It was so good to be held by him after all these years.

"Friday, call everyone. Get everyone down here now!"

"Yes, Mr. Hogan," Friday replied.

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Natasha Romanoff arrived first, followed quickly by a rapidly recovering Clint Barton.

"Hey Happy, we were just about to go grab some breakfast, is everything okay?" Natasha began, before seeing you, "Who's this?"

You smiled, "Natasha I take it?"

"You know my name it's only fair I know yours," she smiled coldly. You didn't blame her. After all, she was a spy. She didn't like not knowing things.

"I'm-"

"Y/N?"

You were cut off my a voice you'd recognize anywhere. You turned your head to see the owner of said voice, "Hey Stevie," you cried.

You know those cheesy rom coms where the two main characters are reunited after not being together for a long time? They run towards each other at full speed, but everything seems like it's moving in slow motion? Well this was like that. Except it was happening to you in real time.

When your and Steve's bodies collided you simply embraced each other, falling to the ground. He sobbed, you sobbed. He kissed your cheek and whispered, "You're here. I thought you were dead. I thought I'd lost you."

"I know, baby," you said, drying his tears with the pads of your fingers, "I'll explain everything I promise, but for now I need to see-"

"Who's that?" you heard his voice before you saw his face. Honestly, he looked terrible. Probably barley eaten in weeks. He definitely hadn't slept aside from the quick nod-off here and there.

Steve helped you to your feet, but before you could address your father, he spoke, "Nat, Clint, Thor, Tony, Bruce...this is Y/N...this is my wife."

You offered a small awkward wave towards the Avengers, all of whom had to pick up their jaws from the floor...all except your dad.

"Did you say?"

"Y/N, I know," Steve said, "I thought the same thing when I met your daughter, but it's not possible I mean-"

"Actually," you cut him off, looking to Steve apologetically, "I may or may not have left out some details about my past," you said, squeezing his hand and looking to Happy for support. Happy nodded, encouraging you to go on.

"Are you saying?" Tony spoke, taking a step forward. You let go of Steve's hand and met your father in the middle of the room, "Hey dad," you smiled.

Tony immediately broke down, embracing you and kissing your forehead. You cried too. After all, you never thought you'd see him again and you had so much to tell him. To tell both of them.

---

Any plans made for the day went forgotten as four out of the six Avengers sat in uncomfortable, rather uncertain silence in the living room outside Tony and Bruce's lab. Although they could see through the glass into the room that held you and their two teammates, the soundproofing was enough to keep them at bay. Your privacy didn't satisfy their curiosity, however.

Eventually, the silence was broken by the ding of the elevator and the doors sliding open.

Thor, Bruce, Natasha, and Clint sat on the edge of their seats, anticipating who could walk in next and make an earth shattering reappearance, but it was just Happy who had come to check in.

"Don't look so disappointed, guys," Happy half heartily laughed, trying to lighten the mood.

"Sorry," they grumbled almost in unison.

"Any updates?" Happy asked, unable to contain his own curiosity.

Clint shook his head no, "They've been in there for so long, I wonder what they're even saying to each other."

---

"You know they're all staring at us, right?" you asked the room, referring to the four Avengers and now Happy who sat outside the lab.

Your father ignored your question, "Capsicle here woke up months ago. If you were on the same plane why didn't you come find me - come find us sooner?"

Before you could answer, Steve cut in, "How did you even survive the crash? I know I did because of the serum, but you - you're not a super solider."

"And how did you even fall into Steve's time in the first place?"

"How about why didn't you tell me who you really were?"

"Or why -"

"Guys! One question at a time!" you shouted, but you were only met with blank looks. You sighed, "Look I know I owe you - both of you - a ton of answers, but for any of this to make sense, I have to start at the beginning."

Tony took a seat, "I'm all ears."

Steve nodded, sitting next to him, "Whenever you're ready."

You sighed again, beginning your tale, "I don't remember that day, you know? You told me I was shot...disappeared in a cloud of green, but all I remember is the night before. You were tucking me into bed," you smiled, gesturing to your father, "I was thinking about what I should wear to meet your friends of all things. I never thought my life could change so quickly."

When you woke up out of time you didn't recognize Steve, how could you? You had only ever seen pictures of a fully grown Steve Rogers. Even then, you were too young to truly understand who he was. You only knew him as Captain America, one of daddy's Avenger friends. How would you have pieced all of this together at such a young age?

Of course, you did eventually figure it out. As Steve grew up, you with him, he began to look more and more like those pictures you had seen hanging up in the house. That one from the first Christmas after the Battle of New York. The one where he was (probably forced to be) wearing a reindeer antler headband and smiling a carefree smile. Although he was most likely anything but carefree.

Then came the serum. You'd fall in love with Steve Rogers time and time again serum or no serum, but damn if that wasn't just a fun bonus. The confidence, the muscles, even the -

"You're getting off topic," Tony cut you off while rubbing his temples as if to clear an image from his brain.

Steve just blushed and you cleared your throat continuing, "Sorry..."

When Steve became Captain America, you knew it wasn't long before your stories or destinies...well call it what you want: you knew it wasn't going to be long before you were ripped apart. Taken on your own journeys down your own paths. Part of you did hope your presence would disrupt the timeline enough to keep you together even if it meant he was never chosen for the super solider program. You could grow old together, but fate had other plans.

Steve was meant for greatness. He was meant to get his second chance to be a real life superhero. You loved him too much to take that away from him. You had to let him fight those battles...even crash that plane.

You knew what he would've said, the he'd of chosen you over all the glory that came with being a super hero in another time...over his second chance, but you wouldn't force him to make that decision. No, you'd never give him the option whether he deserved it or not.

Steve woke up first when the plane was eventually found. At the time, it didn't look like you were going to make it. So Nick Fury, being Nick Fury and not wanting to give Steve false hope, told him you were dead. After all, it was only a matter of time before you were.

You woke up in the aftermath of The Battle of New York, shocking every doctor and nurse tending to you. Director Fury took a jet to the hospital you were being held at the second he got the call. He had to see it with is own eyes to believe it.

But there you were: healthy as ever...young as ever. The ice paused your aging just like it had Steve's. Everyone, including you, was perplexed. How could you have lived? You weren't a superhuman.

Nick Fury wanted to study you. He ran test after test trying to get to the bottom of why you lived.

Of course, they all came up with the same result.

"I'm pregnant," you said, "Somehow the serum running through this baby's veins was enough to keep the both of us alive all this time," you smiled, unconsciously touching your soon to be growing belly, "He or she saved my life. They gave us our second chance."

Those tests brought up something else though too.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Nick Fury had asked, storming into your room one day.

"Tell you what?" you asked, although you knew exactly what.

"Y/N Stark? Your father is Tony Stark. You've been missing two weeks. How are you here? How are you not six?" Fury yelled.

You stood up from where you were seated, poking him in the chest to accentuate your point. "It's Mrs. Rogers to you. I didn't tell you because my past is none of your business, Sir," you spat, "now you promised me that if I let you run your little tests on me, you would take me to my husband, Do you have any intention of making good on that promise? Or should I take myself and my super solider baby and go?"

"That baby is the only key we have to unlocking Dr. Erkstine's formula," he calmly explained, although he was anything but calm.

"My child is not your lab rat, Fury!" you screamed, "I have nightmares. I wake up in a cold sweat screaming for Steve. I have ever since I woke up from that ice and you know it. You've been keeping us apart for some reason other than wanting to study my baby and I want to know why."

Nick sighed, "Steve, he's a good solider. If you go back to him now he'll become...distracted. We can't have that. Not with the new threats we're facing everyday."

"Screw you, Director Fury," you said, storming out of the room. You'd find your husband on your own.

So, you did. You found Steve and in the process found Tony too. Of course you knew you couldn't be reunited with your husband and not your father, but you had hoped to put off the latter, in all honesty. After all, you weren't the same little six year old girl he had lost such a short time ago. You had lived an entire life without him.

You were forced to make decisions you know he would've shielded you from if he could've. But, at the end of the day, you were a solider too. You were a killer. Nothing could change the past.

Not that you wanted to stay away from your father forever, you loved and missed him more than anything, but you felt that you didn't deserve to be loved by him anymore. He wanted his child back...not the broken young woman you had become.

In any case, you were here now.

"Well...someone say something," you prompted the two men.

"You're pregnant?" Steve spoke up, tears of joy falling from his eyes.

You smiled a thin smile, nodding your head, "I'm pregnant," you confirmed.

Steve stood to meet you, scooping you up in his arms and kissing your cheeks, "We're going to be parents," he cried.

Finally, you and Steve pulled apart, though he still kept you close, and you both turned to look at your father.

"Dad...?" you tried out the name again.

"Two weeks ago I had a six year old. Now I'm going to be a grandfather?"

You nodded, "Yes, but -"

"I'm sorry," he cut you off, "I can't. I just can't," he said, storming out of the room.

The four Avengers and Happy pretended to have not been watching you all when he walked through the room where they sat, but he ignored them anyways, entering his bedroom and shutting the door so loudly that everyone who heard it flinched just a little.

"He'll come around," Steve tried to reassure you, squeezing your hand,

"I know," you said, drying your tears with the back of your hand. You didn't know if he ever would though.

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Promotion Preparation (Harold "Happy" Hogan TF/MC)

(Original Date of Upload: January 26, 2024)

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Guess I might have a new contender for most obscure TF mood and most random character to write a TF story on. So a few weeks ago I watched the second season of Marvel's What If series. Now, for a long time, I've already had Happy as a mood for myself. As a character he intrigued me in a sort of 'random side character' kind of way, which truthfully has been a frequent way I get interested in characters in general. Honestly the amount of times I fell in love with a supporting cast member while completely disregarding the main character is a lot. This is one of those cases, and watching that episode of What If accentuated that mood towards Happy in ways you cannot even believe. Plus he looks cute in a more animated format! Although he looks cute regardless so that's neither here nor there. I didn't really care for the whole Hulk Blood Injection/Freak segments of his day in the limelight episode, but that's just me being not a big Hulk (and adjacent) guy and nothing personal towards him. If you want something funny I actually haven't watched any of the Iron Man movies in literal years so my worldbuilding for this story is probably mostly inaccurate and screwed. Then there's the fact that this story is in a weird point in the MCU timeline that's likely midway through Phase 2 or so. I did try to make do with what I could remember, alongside with what the MCU Wiki could provide me. Although either way this was just a silly self-indulgent story to fulfill a TF mood that I just couldn't stop obsessing over for a bit. Fun fact: The cover for this story was going to use an image of Happy from the Iron Man films, but the image looked too generic that I felt it would come off as appearing too indistinguishable from being an image of Jon Favreau in a suit. Hence I had to change it to a picture of him from What If to avoid any potential weirdness.

Daryl had considered himself someone that was inexperienced in his field of study. Especially as someone who was still working on his degree in cybersecurity and was only three years in. Despite that however, he had gotten an internship at Stark Industries roughly a few months ago. Something he wasn't even expecting to achieve since he assumed the level of entry for such a job would be high. Especially since the only branch of the company that was near his college was the central branch. But he’s been coasting along pretty well for the few months he's been working as an intern there.

That's what he presumed anyway. Then he opened his work email this morning to find that he's been asked to a meeting with one of the CEOs of the industry. Specifically Tony Stark himself…

That alone was enough to cause Daryl's stress levels to go off the rails. A meeting with a CEO was one thing, but the former industry head? In person? And that wasn't taking into account that the guy was Iron Man, an Avenger. It made his heart rate reach levels that he wasn't quite sure was possible for a human being. And that was a feeling that was maintained for much of the day.

Now, within the building he's been working at for months, he stands outside the door of one of the rooms in the upper floors of the building. He had usually been delegated to the ground level floors but there seemed to be very little differentiation in how the hallways looked between floors. Consistency and all. Didn't make him any less petrified to knock, though. He just stood there eyeing the wood, terrified as to how this would all go down.

Was he getting fired? Or worse, had he done something that compromised the company? Maybe he left a firewall open for too long and let someone into their network, or perhaps he accidentally mishandled a crucial file and sent it to someone he shouldn't have. Crap, now he's thinking about all the times he's emailed someone with his work email. What if someone who emailed him before had been posing as an employee and-

“You do realize I can see you just standing there?” a familiar voice called from the intercom beside the door, startling Daryl out his internal spiral. “The door's unlocked.”

Daryl stiffened a bit, his body already filling with embarrassment. He stood in silence for another few seconds before lifting up a hand and reaching towards the door’s knob before promptly twisting it. Then, with a gentle push, he opens the office door.

The office itself seemed to be rather tame, if not rather large. It got plenty of natural light judging by the massive window that made up the room’s back. Seating areas of varying sizes and uses found to the left and right of the room. Meanwhile at the middle back of the office was the main desk for work. And sitting at that desk was Tony Stark himself.

“Daryl Griffin, was it?” the man inquired.

“Uh, yeah…” Daryl responded as he started to walk away from the door and towards the desk. Something about his stress combined with the room’s size just made the walkway itself feel longer than it actually was. What was only a few seconds of walking felt like whole minutes. Despite the weird feeling of time disparity though, he reached the desk and took a seat in the chair opposite to Stark’s.

“Took the casual approach for this meeting, huh?” Tony commented.

Daryl could feel his own soul shrivel at that remark. He didn't have much time to really switch out to something more formal seeing as this meeting was scheduled less than a half hour after his last class for the day. It resulted in him wearing a T-shirt beneath a fully unbuttoned flannel, alongside a pair of jeans and athletic shoes. “I-I didn't have the time to change really-”

Stark’s face remained emotionless for a few seconds… and then he smiled. “I'm just messing with ya, kid. I'm just wearing a t-shirt right now!”

Daryl just nodded, his stress only dissipating a little at the statement.

“Hm, usually I get the fanboys,” Stark remarked at the silence. “Right to business then. I'm presuming you're wondering why you were called into this meeting?”

“Y-yeah,” Daryl attempted not to make eye contact. “Look, if I sent anyone anything it was probably because of an email hijack I might not have caught-”

Tony let out a low laugh. “Kid, this isn't a scolding, nor have we dealt with any email hijackers in a while. Truthfully you've seemed to have been doing well at your job despite this only being an internship position.”

The praise continued to melt away Daryl’s stress. “What? I- I guess that's something considering I'm only a third year at my college. Although I'm taking it I'm here for more than just praise-”

“Bingo. Considering how you are, I think it would benefit us both that your position is moved to something more permanent.”

Daryl paused, gears in his head turning and he tried to comprehend what was just told to him. “I- wait, are you… promoting me to an official job here?”

“Quite more than that actually…” Tony says with a smile. He slid a piece of paper, a contract, across the desk and to Daryl. “You'll be placed as Stark Industries’ new Head of Security.”

And the stress levels we back up. “H-H-Head of Security!? That can't be right, I’m still in college!!!”

“Well, it's moreso a gradual position. One that needs some level of prep work, but that'll all be talked about if you agree to the job.”

Gradual? Prep work?? Daryl was left dumbfounded at the offer. Was his prowess really that good to warrant being the Head of Security for an entire industry!? Something about that just felt so… so… impossible, but…

The young man couldn't hold himself back from reaching towards the nearest pen. “I'm assuming this is something that'll be in full effect once I get my degree…?”

“You could say that,” Tony responded. It felt cryptic, like the man was hiding something.

Daryl didn't dwell on it for too much though. It feels like this was the offer of a lifetime, and in a quite literal manner that he could have this job until retirement. Working with Stark Industries straight out of college… the paychecks he could get from such a high position like Head of Security… It was an offer that was too good to pass up.

And so Daryl writes his name onto the contract, the young man not even taking a moment to read it through.

“Didn't even think twice on that, huh?” Stark said with a smirk. He slid back the contract towards him with one hand, and with the other he seemed to slink off the desk and beneath it. “Preparations can be put underway then.”

Daryl smiled. “May I ask what kind of preparations…? Will I still remain in this internship until I get my degree? Or uh, will I be put in contact with the previous head? Just curious how this will- augh!”

His questioning is cut short as he feels something cold jab itself into the side of his neck. For a few seconds Daryl’s body seizes up, but he regains control as he quickly lifts up a hand to feel the spot.

Pushing his seat back a bit Daryl looked behind him and found a silvery robotic suit reminiscent of Stark’s various Iron Man suits. He knew for a fact that wasn't there before. Furthermore its left hand was in the process of unmorphing from something, and he could see the appearance of a needle or syringe-like object in the mass of shifting metals. “Uhhh, wh-what was that?”

“Nanite injection,” Stark responded plainly. “Again, part of the preparations for your new position.”

“I, uh…” a dizziness started to enter Daryl as he turned to look at Tony and speak again. “What preparations needs… that…”

“Juuuuust give it a bit…” Stark said, idly watching.

Daryl wanted to respond, but the dizzy spell was making it hard to focus in full. Instead he elected to investigate himself, removing his hand from his neck to see if there was any blood on it. He was quite surprised to find that only a small amount had bled onto his palm. Although that small drop of blood had a tangible mixture of deep red and a dimly glowing blue. And what was even weirder was that his hand seemed to be… different. Changing.

At first it all seemed to be slight. Something that looked to be a trick of his oncoming daze. Each individual finger seemingly getting slightly longer, slightly thicker. That change in appearance was only getting more prominent in just seconds as their once thin size was replaced with an almost chunkier looking physicality. The same was also being applied to the rest of his hand with it getting stretched out to be larger and more in proportion with his new fingers. The same was applied with its thickness as well which, albeit wasn't the most significant in changes, was fairly noticeable whenever he inspected his hand from the size.

A much stranger change was following however. The softness of his hands was quickly appearing to alter, seemingly looking to be getting more aged almost. His palms growing harder and more callused, the back of his hands getting more noticeably weathered. There even seemed to be a few scars etching into his knuckles.

“Whuh…?” was the best response Daryl could come up with at the sight. The man also made sure to check his other hand, his brain taking a few moments to fully realize the transformation was happening there as well. His mind was already feeling so fogged up that it was hard to fully comprehend just everything. It practically felt like his brain was on the beginnings of being put on anesthetics.

That wasn't fully the case though, and if it was he probably wouldn't be feeling a dense heat surging through his arm muscles. Daryl was a rather thin fellow, but it was rapidly getting more tangible that what was injected into him was changing his body type at the most basic level. His arms were swelling up slightly larger, a low musculature steadily layering onto them. It wasn't the most drastic of mass growths as his new muscles were looking to be more equipped for lower level combat than they would be for more strenuous strength-related ordeals. But that didn't stop his biceps and triceps from just barely outlining themselves in the short sleeves of his flannel, evidently proving that no matter what his new size was going to just barely going to be larger than his current one.

Muscle wasn't the only thing forming however. A layer of softness was lightly layering over them as well. Small amounts of fat formulating and increasing the width of his arms even more. Furthermore on his skin it would seem the amount of arm hair he possessed was increasing as well. Not by an immense amount, but still just enough that it was slightly more visible than usual.

The ill-fitting feeling of his sleeves persisted as his shoulder muscles developed a bit more. Pressure was forming in his bones as well, the remainder of his shirt already feeling weird on his form as he was in the process of getting wider. His form getting broader and a couple inches being added to him horizontally. All of which was quickly followed by a heat in his core, and a churning in his gut.

The warmth that coursed through him was a byproduct of yet another deluge of muscle gain. The flatness of Daryl’s chest was quickly superseded and his upper body strength increased as his pectoral muscles grew in size. It still wasn't the most drastic of growths though as his pecs only gently dented into his shirt, but it was still enough to form just a bit of cleavage. Meanwhile at the lower half of his torso his abdominal muscles followed in a similar manner by rapidly rippling forward a little and hardening as well. Even then however his belly had a level of smoothness, his newly developed abs only slightly visible beneath in it.

But the churning in his stomach remained. The younger man bent forward a bit, slinging a transformed arm around his abdomen and moaned. The haze in his mind didn't fully let him string together a sentence, so in the end all he could sputter out was, “What’re ya… doing to…”

His belly rumbled, and then the second half of his bodily changes were enacted. Softness formed throughout the entirety of his torso, expanding itself across him and prompting a major gain in weight. His pecs got a bit thicker with a layer of fat, pushing forward even more as they rounded out more. The most prominent change came with his belly however. Fat accumulating at a rapid pace, his stomach swelling forward more and more with each passing second. Just getting larger, rounder, and slightly pushing the hem of his shirt up more and more. Although in the end the gain in size would only result in his shirt moving upwards to a few centimeters above his belly button, it was still a fairly significant growth regardless. Especially since it was followed up by a light tickling spreading across his torso. A sparse amount of hair ran up his midline until it would reach his chest, in which it would then spread into a light dusting of chest fuzz. A few hairs even looked to be graying.

All Daryl could do was gently squeeze his gut in confusion. His ability to think straight was reaching a point where it was extremely difficult to pull off. He knew something was up but every time he tried to fathom it his train of thought just derailed. And if anything he also felt like he could feel his own mind was starting to get rearranged as well. As if bits and pieces of it were in the process of being removed or altered. But the ramifications of such a thing weren't tangible yet, or at least he thought they weren't. Even if it was seeming like the way his body was looking was getting increasingly familiar. Increasingly his own…?

His mental haze had left him distracted from the increasing tightness within his pants. His legs were kick-starting their changes with muscle mass forming across them alongside some fat. Much like with his arms the increasing diameter of his legs wasn't the most drastic of bodily changes. His thicker thighs pushed up against the denim of his jeans quite a bit, and the same could be said with his calves that were in the process of swelling with fat. Despite it all though strength coursed through his muscles. A new increase in endurance that the man had not possessed prior to the transformation.

Concurrent with his leg growth were also the changes happening in his feet. His shoes had quickly started feeling undersized as his feet began their expansion, extending forward while getting thicker and meatier. Pushing against the toecaps were his toes, now becoming chunkier than they had been before. As his heels pressed against the back of his sneakers a hardness formed across his soles as callouses manifested. All while specks of hair poked out from the bridge of his feet. His footwear still was managing to contain his larger appendages, but it was evident that there was still some level of struggling involved between their differing size.

It was at this point that the changes were also properly reaching the uppermost quarter of the man’s body. His neck was already in the process of widening and he could feel a pressure coursing across his face. “I… a-ahhh…” he moaned out, the sound of his voice seeming to alter just a bit. Seemingly deepening just a smidge with the tone shifting alongside it.

“It honestly isn't the easiest thing to find people matching the proper qualifications for the job, especially since…” Stark started explaining just why he was doing this, but Daryl had evidently no ability to fully keep up with the man’s monologue. For a second the man could tune in and hear a statement about trust problems regarding confidential work or the fact that it'd be easier to create your own workers, but everything else fell onto the ears of a man whose mind was feeling like it was being restructured.

The pressure around his face continued as his skull was in the process of restructuring. While it got larger to fit his new proportions it seemed to lengthen a bit vertically as well, his forehead seeming to get a little larger alongside the area around his chin. All the while his jawline was in the process of reshaping itself, the angling of the sides shifting as the deepest portion of his jaw rounded. It all had caused his head to gain an almost ellipsoidal shape. The slight roundness of it got more prevalent as a bit of submental fat descended a little beneath his chin.

At the same time his facial features were changing. The shifts weren't the most drastic though: his nose getting a bit wider, rounder, bigger. Eyebrows quickly thinning out while reshaping to a more soft angled, almost S-shaped appearance. Meanwhile his eyes were getting a little bit smaller and his ears pulled back slightly. Fat accumulated around areas of his face, his cheeks in particular, while some slight levels of aging and weathering started to appear at the edges of his eyes. One of the more prominent changes came with his chin developing some slight pronunciation, a noticeable lump now pushing forward.

The last major concurrent change came with his hair. His hairline was evidently receding a bit. There was a certain level of curling that was etching into each follicle on his scalp, all of them lengthening a little as they turned and curved. Although some level of methodical shifts happened in his hair, still remaining slightly short while combing itself back. This quickly resulted in the final appearance of his hair to be fairly well kept and slightly volumed, albeit with small portions sticking out at points.

He continued to squeeze his stomach while his other hand raised to touch his face. He could only let out a single exhale as he felt his cheeks flush. By this point his brain just felt jumbled to say the least. Mainly in part because, while he couldn't fully comprehend it, the nanites in his system truly were rewriting how his brain operated. How his mind viewed… everything.

Knowledge was being shuffled and replaced. The requirements for his old cybersecurity job seemingly switched out for decades of new information. Ones needed by a now ex-boxer, ones needed by a bodyguard, ones needed by a head of security for a major corporation. All the memories required for such things, his own past being restructured to fit an identity that was replacing his old one rapidly. For a second he stared at Stark, the man continuing to go off about something, and it caused another spiral of memories to unleash itself upon him as his perspective shifted to seeing the man as more than a boss. A friend.

Gone were the perceptions of a simple internship, and gone were the youthful twenty-something years of memories. Instead it was reshuffled, rearranged, practically extended as his entire identity was altered beneath the transformative effects of the nanites. As far as he was aware he's been a part of Stark Industries for years. But even then so many blanks remained, so many years still missing. Things that the strange technology would have to deal with as this form remained like this longer. For the time being however, as the foreign feeling of it all faded, the haze started to lift as the new man steadily came to.

The last major change came with the man’s clothing, the technology within him doing something to shift his attire to fit his form more. All of it was growing a bit to fit his heftier body shape. The hem of his undershirt slipped down and tucking itself into his pants while the sleeves of it extended over his arms until they went a little over his wrist. A plain white color extended across the undershirt as the material shifted into something a bit finer. A split ran down the middle of the shirt as well, buttons manifesting out the material (and already fastened as well). The neckline extended upwards as well points folding out as the shirt became collared, its appearance now exactly that of a dress shirt.

The patterning on his flannel faded as blotches of black formed across it. The material shifted as well, the softness also becoming more fine and pressed. Multiple buttons were consumed by the changing material while others were changed, repositioned, and gotten a little larger. Especially the ones at the lower half, which had now made its way towards fastening itself around his stomach. The sleeves lengthened to match that of his undershirt, and the hem of the morphing clothing lengthened vertically as well. Some more shifts and folds occured as well with the collar lengthening a bit while a lapel folded out from the split. By this point the flannel had fully become a suit jacket instead.

The last bits of clothing changes were fairly standard as well. The rough denim of his jeans smoothing over, material shifting to one like that of his suit jacket. That being finely tailored and a deep black coloration to make them more like suit pants. A black leather belt also snaked around his waist with the silver buckle fastening once it was comfortably around him. His shoes were in the process of shifting as well, the urban feel of the sneakers being smoothed out as the cloth became a clean black leather. It all resulted in a formal feel to imprint into his footwear to change them into dress shoes.

With all of that done the very last pieces of his attire came with a tie. The object materialized beneath his shirt’s collar and elegantly tied itself around his neck before drifting down and tucking the rest of itself under his jacket. Although it ended up feeling a bit tight around his neck, the man being prompted to lower the hand touching his face in order to properly readjust it. That in itself was a sign he had come to to some degree, the words of Tony Stark’s rambling properly entering his ears.

“...then again it's not exactly cheap to manufacture these-”

“I-I'm sorry,” he interrupted, the man still trying to readjust his tie. “I think I blanked about ten minutes ago and didn't even hear any of that.”

Tony raised a brow, although a slight smirk had seemed to form on his face. “Fine, fine. Happy, what's the last thing you remember?”

That nickname ignited something within him, within Happy. A brown coloration overtook his irises as he started to respond. “Er- walking in here, I think…” he unhanded his tie and started to raise one up to his neck. “And a pain in my neck.”

“So nothing!” Tony said, faining exasperation. “You know, while I like to hear myself talk I don't necessarily enjoy having to re-explain ten minutes of work info.”

“Again, apologies. Truthfully it feels like I've blacked out most of the day anyway. I don't even remember waking up this morning.”

A momentary silence occurred as Tony seemingly was thinking of something to say in response. “Well they did say you may have some memory lapses ever since you had to start taking those nanite shots after that accident…”

“What do you…?” Happy raised a brow. He couldn't recall anything about that…

“See, this is why it's important to have others around you-” Stark got up and went to the other side of the table. He placed a hand on Happy’s shoulder and playfully shook him. “-to help you remember important information like this!”

“Tony, please.”

“It's nothing to worry about, bud,” Tony reassured. “We can go on an in-depth discussion on it after work.”

Happy seemed unconvinced, but let it go. His mind felt way too groggy to deal with much right now.

“Fine, fine,” he sat back in his chair. “Let's just get this meeting over with then.”

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goobtacular · 5 months

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I'm rating Marvel movies based on how biteable they are. I've done my best to estimate equivalent foods for each example for those who sadly do not feel the urge to bite these fine fellows.

Iron Man 1 9/10: This is an incredibly biteable movie. I want to bite the movie, I want to bite the characters, and I want to bite the suits. There are few Marvel movies that compare to the breadth of bitability this film provides. I would bite, individually, every single thing that appears on screen, admittedly some on principle alone. This era of Marvel is rife with competition, yet it comes out on top.

Tony Stark, aka Iron Man, 10/10: Stupendously biteable. He's at his most biteable during captivity but always looks ready to nibble. He's your childhood. He's homemade cookies after school. Bitability index is boosted because of nostalgia, but compensating for bias is still at least an 8/10

James Rhodes 8/10: A crispy man if there ever was one. There is minimal variation in his bitability index throughout the film. This iteration of Rhodes gives off chip vibes.

Mark 1 Suit 7/10: A satisfying crunch. The Mark 1 is a carrot, crunchy and tasty, with a bit of juice. In terms of solid, dependable biting experiences, there are few better than the Mark 1.

Harold "Happy" Hogan 6/10: There's something off about Happy. He's a crisp, refreshing apple, but he gets stuck between your teeth, and you accidentally bite one of the seeds. Actual bite feel would likely be high, but taste brings down the score.

Mark 7 Suit 6/10: Gooey chocolate. The actual bite feel is low; it's too flimsy for a good crunch, but it gushes nicely, and taste always boosts the score.

Agent Phil Coulson 5/10: Coulson is not very biteable, in a good way. He brings the feel of the later movies to the early ones, like food that's been washed. The seasonings are gone, but so is the dirt. I feel no urge to bite Coulson, but out of affection, I must.

Obadiah Stane, aka Iron Monger 5/10: Would bite only on principle for much of the movie. During the opening scenes, I almost wouldn't bite, but as the movie progresses, he gets more biteable, peaking inside his suit—the human equivalent of plain bread.

Pepper Pots 2/10: Gets the award for least biteable character. She seems almost stale, like old pita bread that's been left out for too long. Or perhaps a wet marshmallow. This changes in later films.

#marvel mcu #ironman 1 #the movie #bite #biteable #bitability #bitability ranking #i will bite them #i will bite you #dreams come true

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pendragonfics · 1 year

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i’m yours

Paring: Happy Hogan/Reader

Tags: gn reader, no pronouns, working holiday, slice of life, implied sexual content

Summary: Disastrous weather strikes, and Happy and ____________ are snowed in at their place before a Stark convention. Who's to the rescue?

Word Count: 1,067

Current Date: 2023-01-18

To everyone but Tony Stark, hosting the latest expo at a fancy snow village in the north island of Japan was absurd. It took hours of flights, tight squeezes, jetlag, fumbling essential documents and sleep deprivation, but it was over. You stood in the doorway of your cottage for the fortnight, eyelids heavy, sliding suitcase heavier.

“I know you’re dead on your feet, but if you don’t move into the cabin, you’ll let all the hot air out,” Your husband’s voice came from behind you.

He’s right, and the warmth from the wood oven is heavenly. So, you shuffle in and shuck off your snowshoes as Happy dumps his duffle onto the chair by the door. Your hand finds the light switch for the main room, and all at once, you’re blinking, taking in the rustic charm of the place.

“I’m almost afraid to go into the bedroom and find a little girl who ate our porridge,” Happy snarks, eyeing the door beside the kitchenette.

“It’s perfect,” you mumble. “…I’ll unpack in the morning.”

“We could have been here hours ago if we took the jet.”

“Coach is perfectly fine, Happy.” You almost trip on the split-level floor between the entrance and the main room but steady yourself. “The ozone doesn’t….”

“I know, I know,” Happy takes your elbow, and together, you make your way into the bedroom. It’s a queen mattress, smaller than yours at home, but the sheets are a white woven pattern that feels soft against your skin. You strip your bottoms off and crawl under the sheets, otherwise fully dressed. “Don’t you want to take off your –”

“Too tired.”

He makes a noise of ascent as you snuggle into your pillow, and for a second, you hear his footsteps tap away. “Harold…” you murmur. “It’s almost midnight. Lay with me.”

“I’ve got work to do,” he says.

It’s almost sunrise when you feel the bed dip on the other side, and you feel his hands cradle your face gently as he places a kiss beside your nose. You fade back into your dreams, now with the comfort of another within reach.

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The alarm goes off, but you don’t reach your phone in time to neutralise it. Bright white sunlight streams into the room, and blinking, you remember you’re not in your apartment in southern California. The house is pleasantly warm. You pad into the main room, take the spare blanket from the end of the bed, and make your way to the kitchenette. There’s no kettle, so you start to boil water on the stove for coffee. The view from the window above the sink is gorgeous. No houses are on this side of the building, just deciduous trees full of white and a snow-capped mountain in the distance.

Whoever stocked the cabin before you came is now your favourite person because the fridge has all milk known to humankind and some and a half loaf of pre-cut bread too. The coffee-making process goes well, and soon, two mugs of piping hot joe are in your hands as you make your way back to bed.

“Hmm?” Happy stirs at the smell of his cup on the bedside nightstand. “Oh, you’re a goddamned angel.”

“That’s me,” you smile.

Then the alarm goes off again, automatically snoozed from its previous iteration. As you quiet it, you notice the wall-to-wall notifications from your husband’s boss’s assistant. You pass the phone to Happy, who accepts it mid-gulp.

“Is your phone flat?”

He nods, scrolling through the texts and missed calls. It might be your phone, but it’s Stark Enterprises data, and you’re in no need to learn their trade secrets off their payroll. The lawsuits, let alone, what it would mean for you as an Avenger, would be hell on earth. But it seems Happy is there right now, by the colour of his face. You take his cup from him as he starts to hurry off the bed into the main room to delve into his duffle.

“Honey?”

“The main vendor has pulled out, the workers for the set up are on strike, and to top it all off –” He shouts from the other room, half a leg in his suit pant and hopping to put the other on, “and all this snow has stopped everything!”

“That’s…that’s a lot.” You place the cups on the floor by the bed and start to walk over to him. “Pepper can’t be expecting you to change the weather, Harold.”

“I need to try,” he shoves on his snow boots and swings open the front door. “Sit tight, hon. I need to –” There’s no way he’s leaving the cabin. The snow has drifted onto the porch, rising to his eye level. “Crap.”

You take the phone from him and close the door. It seems you might need to suit up, after all. “Get the laptop and start a video call. I’ll contact Stark.”

He melts a little and kisses your neck. “God, I love it when you’re bossy.”

Soon enough, you have your fellow Avenger on the phone. Stark has a tiny espresso in hand and a pen in the other, taking notes. “You know, I’m glad you’re in my entourage, ___________; what would I do without you?”

“Wither away?” You cock an eyebrow. “I’m yours.”

It takes forty minutes, two more cups of coffee, and payback from a friend of Tony’s friend, but it’s sorted. The main vendor has been replaced and paid handsomely for the short notice, the construction workers have been paid in advance, and Tony has his old Iron suits on autopilot, working with the local council to shovel the snow. Throughout this process, Happy has been pacing the cabin.

“I can send one to your place to get you out from there,” Tony offers.

You shrug. “You can…give me an hour.” You put your coffee down. “I’ve got something I need to do first.” You can see the corner of his lips turn up, words about to come through the video call, but you close the session and the laptop. He was one hell of a cheeky bastard, always trying to get the last word. “Happy? It’s done.”

He approaches the doorway. “My saviour,” he exhales sarcastically, but you know he means it. “How can I ever repay you?”

You cast the laptop aside and beckon him. “We’re on vacation. Let’s enjoy ourselves.”

#happy x reader #happy hogan x reader #happy hogan/reader #marvel x reader #pendragonfics #chaotic--lovely

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hjbirthdaywishes · 2 years

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October 19, 2022

Happy 56 Birthday to Jon Favreau.

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wormholxtreme · 6 months

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name: Harold Hogan

name meaning: Harold, Scandinavian origin meaning "Army Ruler" and Hogan, Irish meaning "Young Warrior"

alias/es: Happy

ethnicity: White

one picture you like of your character:

three h/cs you never told anyone:

What it was like to witness his brother's suicide

His first love was a much older woman who taught him the trades of lust even though it was a bit of a Mrs. Robinson situation

He was an underwear model when he first moved to New York and had to make enough money for rent and food while he was pursuing boxing

three things your character likes doing in their free time:

Reading about animal husbandry and keeping up to date with horses and their general care

taking a nice long hot bath. Those old injuries get to his body and he likes to relax in an Epsom salt bubble bath

Eight people your character likes / loves

Pepper frickin' Potts @ppctts

Tony Stark

Jaime Hogan (daughter) @soullesstrouble

Rachel Hogan (daughter) @soullesstrouble

Lily Hogan (daughter) @soullesstrouble

Torunn Thorsdottir (adopted daughter) @torxnn

Carol Danvers @cheeseburgersandwarbirds

Rumiko Fujikawa @rumxko

two things your character regrets:

Not noticing his brother needed help/not saving him

Not telling Pepper he was in love with her waaaaaay earlier

two phobias your character has:

Not being enough aka not being a good enough son, brother, father, friend, husband and all of the responsibility that comes with being their confidant and protector

Never living a life truly fulfilled

tagged by : @torxnn

Tagging: @cheeseburgersandwarbirds @rumxko @echoburnt @spinxeret @cheetoclaws

#[dashboard games]#[character study; harold hogan]#tw suicide mention #tw pedophila mention #((I mean he was like 17/18 but I know Mrs. Robinson graduate vibes can get people so I tagged it anyway just in case. Stay safe my friends)#((Also had to tag Tony's ladies. Happy likes anyone who can wrangle him in XDD))

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Miss, PhD (XXIII)

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Steve expected your father to be the one waiting for the two of you in the airport as when you left, but was surprised to find a man standing with a pink sign with ‘Doctor Y/N’ and ‘Professor Steve’ written on it in glittery ink, and you laughed as soon as you saw it, almost running toward the man holding it.

“There you are, cookie!” he beamed. “I was afraid you slept through the landing and took off again.”

You hugged him, and the big man turned to Steve as you stepped away.

“And you must be Professor Rogers,” he offered him a hand. “Tony spoke very well of you.”

Steve shook his hand, a little surprised. Oh, he did?

“I’m Happy,” he introduced himself. “Friend of the family.”

“Happy?” he asked, surprised.

The man shrugged.

“Harold,” he explained, taking the cart from from you and pushing it, as Steve took your hand as the three of you walked away. “But Y/N had a bit of a problem with Rs and Ds as a kid. I would be… Hawolt. Hallod… Harlot, more than once. So we settled for Happy when she was three.”

Steve looked at you, surprised, and you shrugged.

“I was good with numbers and bad with words.”

He smiled a little through his worries, imagining the little girl he saw on your pictures, switching her letters while being a big genius in numbers. It must have been so adorable.

It made him think about your future together. If you had kids, could they be like you? Would he have a three-year-old who couldn’t say ‘Rogers’, but knew more about maths than himself, in his mid-30s?

He didn’t even know if he was going to be able to keep a family if he didn’t find work soon.

Steve was still felt a little numb from the shock of the call. Part of him was waiting for Phil to call him again and say it was a misunderstanding, and he still had his job.

He was still trying to figure how to tell you he had been fired while Harold guided you two to the car, and was about to help him when you pulled him by the wrist and pulled a second a scarf from your backpack and wrapped it around his neck.

“It’s cold out here,” you told him, adjusting it around him.

He chuckled, holding the door open for you.

Steve was from New York! He had seen colder weather when he was a kid.

Still, it was nice that you were so worried about him being cold.

He helped Hogan with the bags, and frowned at when you shot him an amused look when he got into the car.

“Your cheeks are all pink,” you grinned, touching the tip of his nose.

He shook his head, smiling along with you. It was cold outside, of course his cheeks were pink.

“The house isn’t too far from the airport,” Hogan announced, starting the car. “Tony got excited with lunch, we all know how you get after flights. How long we have?”

You checked your phone.

“I can promise you ten minutes of verbal power if I’m not fed,” you told him.

“We’ll make it in time enough,” he assured you. “Rogers, hungry?”

Steve thought himself for a second.

“Yeah,” he decided.

He was hungry.

You reached for him and squeezed his hand, smiling a little, and he could see how your tiredness was starting to sip through.

“Dad is excited,” you told him. “He wants to get to know you better.”

He nodded along, then raised your hand and kissed your knuckled.

Somehow, that wasn’t something he was too worried about. You trusted your father with your eyes closed, and had a great relationship with him. And Tony liked him!

Spending time with his girlfriend’s family was the best and easiest of his worries right now, after the phone call.

“And why cookie?” he asked, curious.

Hogan raised a hand for a moment and took a turn, and then looked through the mirror at the two of you.

“She is one smart cookie,” he shrugged.

He chuckled.

Yes, it made sense.

“When she was little, we would find her with one of Tony’s engineering books, and she had a blackboard in her room, and when she was… four, I think, we found her trying to solve one of the impossible… whatever in it. I’m not versed in that.”

You chuckled very softly, and just shrugged when Steve looked at you.

“That’s when Tony realised he should look into her abilities a little more,” he explained. “And the rest is history.”

He hummed a confirmation, and looked out the street, surprised with how deep in snow everything was covered up, and raised his eyebrows in more surprise when he saw the house you were pulling up to.

It was big. Very big.

Hogan pulled up into the garage, and Steve left the door before you did, pushing his hands into his pockets when he felt the cold gush of wind onto his face.

Oh, this was cold.

“I told you,” you called, and he looked back, finding you looking at him and shrinking yourself in your clothes. “It’s cold.”

“Sorry about that,” Harold pressed a little button in a remote, closing the garage door. “I forgot to close the door.”

It closed quickly, and he exhaled as the heating system warmed the room again.

“I’ll get your things in your room,” he told you two. “Go eat, everything will be there before you’re up.”

You pulled on Steve’s hand before he could offer to help, and he tried not to look too curious as you two stepped through the wood toned house, and took the mug you’d given him.

“Non-dairy,” you told him. “Dad is sworn off it.”

He was a little surprised, but took it, and sipped the hot chocolate. The house was beautiful, with an open concept, and well decorated.

“Is that a piano?” he asked, a little surprised as he saw it.

You looked over, and just nodded, sipping your own chocolate, and raised your chin a little to watch his face.

“What was the phone call about, Steve?” you asked, suddenly serious as you stared at him.

Steve felt himself becoming tense, and breathed in deep, looking for words, and you two turned to the side to find Happy walked inside, and you raised a hand to him.

“We need a minute,” you turned to him.

The man stopped, looking a little surprised.

“What kind of minute?” he asked.

“French minute,” you told him. “Let dad know too.”

He rushed up the stairs, leaving you two alone, and Steve would be surprised if he wasn’t worried about you.

“Sweetheart,” he sighed.

“Is it anything with your dad?” you asked softly. “Is he upset we came here and didn’t go to New York? Because we can go there for New Year’s, my dad won’t mind.”

He pinched the bridge of his nose. God, why did you have to be so… you?

“No, no,” he shook his head. “It’s alright. They are alright.”

His dad hadn’t been upset, he understood he would have to miss a few holidays with him so that you could have a few of them with your family. He was even excited to see pictures of his Christmas, said he was going to show it to all his friends.

You put your mug aside and pulled his free hand, holding it and moving closer to him.

“What is it?” you asked.

Steve out his mug aside and took his hand to your face, and tapped the tip of your nose gently - a little boop.

“You need to rest,” he reminded you, knowing too well that you were figuring your tiredness. “You got… what? Five minutes of talking power? And we still need to get through hugging.”

He tried to look positive, but it didn’t seem to help, as you just pressed your lips together.

“I’m worried about you.”

“I know,” he assured you. “And I promise you we can talk about it later.”

His words seemed to calm you down. The two of you took promises very seriously.

He knew he would have to talk about it to you sooner or later. And he was choosing the second option.

“Okay,” you agreed.

He pressed a kiss to your forehead and then a peck to your lips.

“I love you,” Steve assured you.

You smiled a little and rubbed your nose on his.

“I love you too.”

You rested your forehead on his shoulder for a moment and took in a deep breath.

“Alright, let get to the hug part,” you chuckled to yourself. “And then rest.”

He kissed your temple.

“You can always tell them you’re done with being touched,” he reminded.

You hummed into his shoulder.

“It’s my parents,” you reminded him. “They always ask.”

He smiled.

“Good.”

You stepped back and raised your head, squeezing your eyes.

“The French minute is over,” you called. “You guys can come down now.”

There was a moment of silence, and he turned to the stairs to see your your mother walking down with your father.

“My baby,” your father exclaimed as soon as he saw you, and you walked to him, chuckling when he hugged you, squeezing you. “Oh, I missed you so damn much.”

He smiled, and turned to your mother, who grinned at him.

“Hello, Steve,” she greeted him. “We are just as happy to see you here.”

He hugged her briefly.

“Thank you for inviting me,” he answered. “It’s a lovely house.”

“Thank you,” she smiled. “Tony was the one with the decorating ideas, I just wanted to make sure it was warm. Pequot Lakes gets very cold during Christmas.”

“I can see that.”

He looked away from her when Tony walked to him, and hugged him warmly.

“Welcome to my humble abode,” your father greeted him, smiling largely. “How was the flight? Did you guys get here alright?”

“It was great,” he assured him. “Everyone was very nice and polite, we moved without trouble.”

“Good,” he patted his shoulder. “Have you two eaten yet? Y/N, do you want mac n’ cheese? Grilled Cheese? Oh, pepperoni rolls?”

“I’ll take the rolls,” you decided.

“Good, cause I made all of them.”

You chuckled, and he stood there, a little awkward.

“I’ll go get our things sorted out,” he decided, and you nodded in his direction when Steve glanced at you to check on you.

“Let me show you your room,” your mother said quickly, and he confirmed with a short not.

She walked him up the stairs, and walked him into a grey room with blackout curtains over a single long window.

“This is the bathroom,” she showed him. “And this is the closet. We have a second living room over that corridor with the TV and another set of stairs and the lift there too.”

He nodded, seeing your luggage already placed inside.

“The whole house has soundproof walls, so you just have to close the door, and it will shut down the noise from outside,” she instructed him. “And the window doesn’t get a lot of natural light like the rest of the house, but the other rooms do.”

So this really was your room.

“Okay,” he confirmed.

Mrs Stark smiled.

“We are glad you accepted our invitation, Steve,” she spoke, very sincerely. “Our family is very happy that Y/N found such a good partner, and we really want to make you feel like part of our family.”

He smiled with her.

“Thank you, Mrs Stark,” he stood straight. “And thank you for the invitation.”

“Just call me Pepper,” she told him. “Please.”

He felt a little embarrassed. Of course, she had already told him that.

“Of course,” he agreed. “Thank you, Pepper.”

She gave him one last smile and walked away, closing the door behind herself, and he took in a deep breath as he found himself alone, taking off his coat.

Alright

Christmas. .

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