#he kinda reminds me of jarvis

[crusheswhimsandfancies]

#oh nothing #just an extremely sexy snake hipped man eating cereal #i’m fine #I know he’s fucking sexy #but I was not expecting this shot #the belt #the legs for days #the haaaaaair #i want to run my fingers through his hair #ughhhhhh #god help me #what we did on our holiday #notching up my viewing of DT with his own accent #and it is feeding and watering me and my crops are bountiful #sexy scottish serpent #other than the doctor my fave it when he gets to use his own accent #dt being scottish #it just does things to me #I just love a regional accent #his voice is so delightful #I’m a sucker for an accent with a hard ‘r’ #also #he kinda reminds me of jarvis #here in particular #the tallness #and the tightness of his clothes #but look how sluttily he’s standing #he can’t help himself #natural flirt #david tennant

[askatrigenderlgbt]

💜 Marvel Prompt ❤️

"Why can't you see you matter?"

(Clint walks along the hall, heading to a specific room, though his mind lost.)

Clint: *internally* How bad is it that Tony is hiding from us? What could knock him down that far, to push us away? I just want my friend back, man. I miss my buddy.

(Tony had been distant as of lately. Something had happened when he went to a meeting with some officials to discuss important business and affairs. He came back guarded, cautious, and overall just blocked up emotionally. He didn't say anything about the meeting with the officials, nor did he talk about what was wrong. It bothered everyone. It especially bothered Clint.)

Clint: *Stands in front of Tony's bedroom* Tony? Are you okay, I'm worried man...

(It was silent)

Clint: *Hesitant* ...Tony?

(It was silent)

Clint: *Knocks on the door* Tony, are you even in there?

(It was silent)

(Clint on his last nerve, ready to ask JARVIS where Tony is, tries the door handle. It was unlocked.)

Clint: *Surprised* ...huh. Well that's convenient.

(Walking inside Tony's room it was clear that he was in here, tablets with different projects were strewn about the place, Clint could also here something creaking. Following the noise had Clint find Tony in bed. He looked tired, in more ways than one.)

Clint: *Gently sits down* Tony... are you okay? You've been down since you came back and everyone is a mess about it. I am even worried. I want to make stuff with you again, have are banter and sarcasm back. I...

(Clint wanted Tony back. He wanted him happy again, full of life, creating and pushing technology to new limits. Clint wanted Tony to be okay. He wanted him back beside him again, not away and cold to him.)

Tony: *glances at Clint* ...I'm fine. Just having a rough patch, I'll be up and at again soon enough.

(Clint knew it was a lie.)

Clint: *Firmly* Tony, what is really the matter? Since you came back, something has been on your mind and eating away at you for the last few days. You are clearly not fine.

(Tony didn't say anything for a few moments. He looked as if he was thinking about his next few words or possibly about what he wanted to say about the problem.)

Tony: *Quietly* I... I was reminded of a bad time. During- He... I..

(Tony was struggling on his next words, but Clint was patient. He held Tony's hand unconsciously and gave a gentle squeeze.)

Tony: *little whine* I had been talking with a guy from the military, a sergeant I think? H-he, I was talking about something- maybe the issues they had containing some of the villains? The guy kinda started arguing with me... It ended with words that brought up bad memories, and stuff people used to tell me that I tried to forget about.

(Clint was calm for Tony the entire time. Inside he was burning, rabid with the need to seek justice for Tony. To hurt the man who hurt his precious treasure, his teams leader. Clint wanted to leave a statement to all who dare try again.)

Clint: *Calmly* Is that why you decided to hide away?

Tony: *Nods*

Clint: *sighs* Welp, that won't do Tony. You need space, I get it, but this is beyond healthy at this point. We are going to get some fresh air in the common room. Up we go!

(Clint picks up Tony bridal style, earning him a squeak from Tony.)

Tony: *embarrassed* I can walk, Clint!

Clint: *flirty* Yeah, but this way I can carry a beautiful and smart genius! Can't have you exsert yourself after the rough day you had. Let your loyal archer carry you! *Winks*

(Tony is blushing bright red by the time they reach the common room. Everyone is there and clearly waiting for the both of them. JARVIS must have call them all.)

Thor: *Happy and relieved* Tony! It is nice to see you out and about again.

Steve: *Concerned* It is nice to see you again, but are you alright?

Hulk: *grunts and walks over to pat Tony's head* Metal man no longer hiding away. Good.

Natasha: *smiles softly but remain quiet*

(Clint sits himself down on the couch, Tony being held hostage in his lap. No amount of squirming would get Clint to let go of him. Tony gave up after twenty seconds, accepting his fate and tucking his head into Clint's shoulder.)

Clint: *Content* Tony allowed me to bring his gorgeous butt out of his room, though it's up to Tony if he wants to tell you anything.

Tony: *Flustered* You can tell them Clint. Also I'm not all that...

Clint: Yes you are Tony, your personality and perfect adorable looks are why I fell in love with you.

(Clint froze at that, wishing his brain had a filter or at least common sense to think first before blurting things out. Tony blue screened at the confession. Clint quickly changed the subject to explain what had caused Tony to push away from them, growing angry again at the knowledge again. The team also looked furious. Natasha left the room. That sergeant most likely won't be the one okay soon enough. The others that remained gave Tony the comfort he clearly needed.)

(When Tony and Clint were left alone, the others leaving to grab snacks for movie time, Tony decided to ask the question he was desperate for an answer to.)

Tony: *whispering* Did you mean it?

Clint: *Hesitant and scared* Yeah, yeah I did mean it Tony. Everything about you is why I really like you. You matter to us, Tony. You matter so much to me...

(Without giving himself a chance to back out, Clint grabbed Tony's chin and made him look at him. Clint placed a soft kiss on Tony's lips. Pulling back Clint saw Tony looking at him in surprise, blushing different shades of red. Then Tony pressed a kiss to his cheek.)

Tony: I like you too. I didn't think anyone would like me like that, but I'm glad it's you.

Clint: *snorted* Well it isn't just me who loves you that way.

Tony: *jerks up* Wait what!?

Clint: N-Nothing!

If you make this into a proper fanfiction, please link me your work so that I may read the glorious content!!! 😄

#marvel #fanfiction #prompt #tony stark #clint barton #ironhawk #avengers assemble #adorable #poly avengers #polyvengers

[williamaltman]

Just remembered the movie Life Like... It's honestly kind of a frustrating experience for me cause it could have given us polyamory/OT3 but didn't. Well, not really at least. Some might consider it lowkey poly or poly adjacent. But it could have gone at least a little further.

Sure I only watched it cause it had Drew Van Acker hooking up with a guy, but still. It had some interesting themes about AI/robots/androids and love, similar to Chobits and some of Vision’s stories...

The way each of them interacted with the robot was interesting. The husband kinda just saw him as an object but that also sort of opened up the door to using him sexually, and then after he seems to realize he kinda cares? And the robot and the wife were just cute with a similar feel to ScarletVision. The couple has a bunch of issues but are trying to stick together and then there's this third person getting between them, which now reminds me of Akidrey and Makidrey.

And then, spoiler alert, it ends with a rather weird and kinda stupid plot twist where the robot was actually a human that was groomed/"brainwashed" to think he's a robot and Jarvis from Agent Carter has a whole business doing that????

And then the fake android sort of sacrifices himself for the couple who "owned" him and they... Name their child after him. That (a flashforward with the kid) is the actual final scene and is honestly so cheesy and cringy and... Meh? I mean, that's nice I guess but... Besides not getting what I wanted it's just also kinda weird in that it feels like it doesn't really have anything to say in what were supposed to be the main themes (the robot/android/AI vs humans and love between them stuff, since he's actually just a human)...

For a while now I've thought about writing a fic about it, where they would end up as a throuple and maybe even being a novelization of the movie but I really doubt I will cause I'm not actually that passionate about it and literally no one would read it lol.

#Googling imdb or whatever to tag the characters and ig actors #life like #like like 2019 #life like (2019) #life like movie #henry #james #sophie #henry x james x sophie #steven straut #drew van acker #addison timlin #julian #james d'arcy #movies #rant #ranting

[assbutt-writes]

A Heart Of Iron Chapter 17

Chapter below cut

TONY

Tony's on a ship that looks like something out of Star Wars when something taps him on the shoulder. He spins around, repulsors at the ready, when he sees a floating red cape that he recognizes as Dr. Strange's cloak.

"Wow," he says as he lowers his repulsor, "You are a seriously loyal piece of outerwear, aren't you?"

"Yeah, uh, speaking of loyalty," someone says, and Tony spins around to see a 16-year-old Peter Parker wearing a red metal suit that has a black spider design on it outlined in gold, a suit that he made.

"What the-" Tony starts, but Peter cuts him off.

"I know what you're gonna say-" Peter started, but Tony interrupted him.

"You should not be here," Tony says.

"I was gonna go home-" Peter starts, but Tony interrupts him again.

"I don't wanna hear it," Tony says, upset.

"-but it was such a long way down and I just thought about you-" Peter continues.

"And now I gotta hear it." Tony says exasperatedly.

"-and kinda stuck to the side of the ship. And this suit is ridiculously intuitive, by the way-" Peter talks over him.

"God damn it," Tony sighs.

"-so if anything, it's kinda your fault that I'm here," Peter says, and Tony looks at him harshly, the cloak also spinning around to face him.

"What did you just say?" Tony asks, voice filled with annoyance and a little bit of anger.

"I- I take that back," Peter says guiltily, "And now," he continues, "I'm here in space."

"Yeah," Tony says, stepping forward, "Right where I didn't want you to be. This isn't Coney Island. This isn't a field trip. This is a one-way ticket, you hear me? Don't pretend you thought this through."

"No, I did think this through. I did think this through!" Peter says emphatically.

"You could not have possibly thought this through," Tony says, talking over him.

"You can't be a friendly neighborhood Spider-Man if there's no neighborhood." Peter says, a note of finality in his voice. Tony stares at him, mouth open in a mixture of shock and confusion, "Okay, that didn't really make sense, but you know what I'm trying to say."

Tony stares at him speechless, breath shaking with emotion, before he sighs and relents, saying, "Come on. We've got a situation."

The first thing Tony felt when he woke up was someone laying next to him, arms wrapped around his waist. He started to go back to sleep before realizing that this wasn't one of his hookups. It was Loki. Tony shot awake.

He carefully removed Loki's arms from around his waist and rolled over to get out of bed. He put his feet on the floor, took 2 steps, and promptly fell on his face with a loud thump, waking up Loki.

"Tony? What's going on?" Loki asked, voice rough with sleep. He slowly sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

Tony felt his face heat up, and he quickly turned away. "Nothing! I just forgot about my wheelchair for a second. I'll be fine!" he said hurriedly, fumbling in the dark for his for the bed to pull himself up. Loki let out a quiet laugh before walking over to Tony and helping him into his wheelchair.

"There we go!" Tony said, and he tried to pop a wheelie, immediately regretting it when he fell flat on his back. Loki laughed and helped him up again.

"Hey, JARVIS? What time is it?" Tony asked, looking up at the ceiling.

"It is currently 5:33am," JARVIS said, and Tony let out a sound of disbelief.

"Why did I wake up at this ungodly hour?" Tony groaned, throwing his hands up in the air.

Just as he said that, Steve poked his head in through the door. "Hey! Are you coming?" he said, before doing a double take. "Is that Tony?"

Tony flushed bright pink at the reminder of where he slept. "Hey, Steve," he said.

"Okay? Anyway, Loki, were you still going to come on the morning run with me?"

"You run?" Tony asked Loki, turning his wheelchair to face the other man.

"Yeah. It's just something I do to help wake up," Loki shrugged, "Usually about 13 miles or so."

Tony's heart skipped a beat at the thought of Loki, sweaty and out of breath, relaxing on a bench after just running 13 miles, and that was definitely not an image he should be thinking about right now. Trying to distract himself, he responded, "You run 13 miles every morning?"

"Not every morning! Sometimes, when I'm feeling lazy, I'll only run 10," Loki said defensively, and Tony laughed.

"Okay," Tony said slowly, trying to process that information. Eventually, he let out a little laugh, and, with that, Loki went to the bathroom to change into his running clothes. Once the door was closed, Steve turned to Tony, looking for an explanation as to why he was sleeping in Loki's room. Tony took a second to debate whether or not he should tell Steve about the dreams, but he realized that, if he wanted to try and change what he saw, he was going to need help.

"So, basically, I've been having these dreams. Well, they're not exactly dreams, more like visions of the future that come when I'm sleeping. So far I've seen Stephen Strange in some weird wizard gear that looked like something from DND saying that he saw 14 million outcomes, and that we only won one, a little girl, I think she was mine and Pepper's daughter, going to bed, something about me figuring out time travel, Loki dying, and, most recently, Peter as a teenager on a spaceship that looked like something from Star Wars. The dream about Loki dying is why I was here," Tony rambled, and Steve looked more and more confused as he went on.

"Wait, wait, wait. How do you know these aren't just dreams?" Steve said, bemused.

"Because some of the things that are in them are real, like the planet Strange and I were on. Apparently it's called Titan, and that's where the giant purple grape was from," Tony explained, "I'm telling you this because I think we need to stop it. Loki dies, Steve."

"Tony, how do you even know we can change it?" Steve said, and Tony stopped, shocked.

"Because we have to. Strange said that we only won one out of 14 million possibilities. This might be it," Tony said, not wanting to think about what would happen if they failed.

"What if it isn't? Tony, what if you're wrong?" Steve said, and Tony stilled.

"No. I can't be," Tony said quietly, "If I'm wrong, then he dies. I can't let him die, Steve. I can't."

Steve looked like he suddenly realized something, and then his look of disbelief softened and shifted into one of understanding and worry.

"Tony-" he started, but just then, Loki came out of the bathroom, wearing Tony's t-shirt from the 1970 Stark Expo and a pair of black jogging shorts. Tony felt his face heat up, and Steve sent him a knowing look before he and Loki left the room.

Tony decided to use the time he had before Loki got back to start a journal about the dreams. He rolled back to his room, went to his desk, pulled out a blank journal, and started writing.

Dream 1

Dr. Strange dream

14 million possibilities

Won 1

Stephen Strange is a wizard?

Green necklace thing

Sentient cloak?

Brown planet is Titan

Thanos is from there

Quill, Gamora, Groot, Rocket, and Groot were there, along with a blue humanoid and a humanoid with big black eyes and antennae

Dream 2 pt 1

Time travel dream

I have a daughter with Pepper

Her name is Morgan

Time travel?

Dream 2 pt 2

Loki dream

THANOS KILLS LOKI

Dream 3

Peter dream

Peter is spider man

Peter is 16

Once he was done writing, he closed the journal and asked JARVIS for the time.

"It is currently 6:31am," JARVIS said, and Tony sighed, put the journal away, and started heading to the kitchen to get started on breakfast.

When he got there, Peter and Ned had the Lego Death Star out again and were working on it. They heard Tony come in and waved at him without looking up from their project. He let out a little laugh at their focus, before he asked them what they wanted for breakfast. The answer was a resounding "Chocolate chip pancakes!"

Tony got out the pancake mix and had JARVIS play his cooking playlist. He started to blend the ingredients as Highway To Hell came on. He started to sing along, and, before he knew it, Loki and Steve were back.

"Hey guys! I'm making pancakes!" Tony said, trying to ignore the fact that how Loki looked after his morning run was definitely making him flush red.

"Cool!" Steve said, turning to look at Peter and Ned, "So, how is it going, Ned?"

Ned looked speechless at the fact that Captain America had spoken to him and remembered his name, so Peter responded instead. "It's going really good, right, Ned?"

Ned, still in shock, just gave a quick nod. Steve smiled and said, "Can I help?" The two boys quickly said yes, well, Peter said yes and Ned gave a frantic nod, and started explaining the instructions to Steve.

Meanwhile, Loki had walked over to Tony and started helping him make the pancakes, and the fact that he kept bumping into Tony while he was doing that did not help with Tony's heart rate. By the time they had the first batch of pancakes ready, Tony's face was flushed red and his heart was racing as if he was the one who had just run 13 miles. They called everyone for breakfast, and it only took 30 seconds before the others were barrelling into the room.

Once the pancakes were distributed, Tony and Loki joined Steve, Peter, and Ned. They spent the rest of the morning working on it, and, by the lunchtime, they had finished it.

"So, guys, what do you guys want to do next?" Tony asked.

"Ned, do you wanna see my room? It's super cool!" Peter asked the other boy, and the two immediately ran off in the direction of the room. Tony let out a little laugh at that, and the three of them went over to where the others were watching Lord of the Rings.

Steve walked over to the couch, and Tony and Loki chose the two beanbags that were sitting side by side. They settled in, and started to watch the movie. Well, Loki started to watch the movie. Tony, however, was trying to calm his heart rate down.

He had just gotten calmed down when Steve motioned for him to go over to him. Tony rolled over, and Steve immediately leaned in to whisper in his ear.

"Are you going to tell the others about the dreams? If we're going to try to stop them, we'll need all the help we can get," Steve said quietly, and Tony froze. He started to think about it, and the more he thought, the more he realized that Steve had a point. He nodded at Steve and then turned to face the rest of the group.

"Guys? I have something to tell you."

#frostiron #loki #loki/tony #loki/tony stark #tony stark #tony/loki #ao3 #fanfiction #loki laufeyson

[the-faultofdaedalus]

its almost 2018 and my guilty pleasure is still mostly-redeemed dottie underwood as weird murder aunt and everything that comes with that please @2018 dont let me down

#P L E A S E #all i want for new year's is baby tony with a loving family that has no fucking clue how to take care of babies #you think peggy knows this shit? Jarvis? ana? H E L L N O P E #ok but fun: dottie is actually the most experienced with children bc there's a lot of classes in the red room #and also they were epected to play any and every role including mom #peggy and the jarvises: freaking the fuck out cause bb tony's crying #dottie: swoops in out of nowhere and somehow fixes it #peggy and the jarvises: dottie what the fuck #IF WE CAN HAVE NATASHA REDEEMED WE CAN HAVE DOTTIE REDEEMED #also #let us never forget that ALL OF TONY'S POTENTIAL GODPARENTS KNOW HOW TO FIGHT #like #angie would absolutly learn #rose knows #peggy and the jarvises know #sousa knows #PEGGY IS HERE FOR HER NEPHEW AND SO IS EVERY ONE OF HER FRIENDS #each of them sepratly trying to teach bb tony how to fight (just in case) #also god i live for the confusion when natasha shows up? and tony can just... do red-room moves. he can counter hers. #tony: you kinda remind me of my aunt #natasha: *he dosn't have any biological aunts and also w hat the fuck(

[lavender--fairy]

"I Shifted!!"

OKAY OKAY So i just got back from like 2 months from my dr (1 hour=1 week in my dr) I really wasn't gonna come back but i promised myself that i'd come back to tell you guys so here i am!! 🔮My dr🔮 So in my dr i live in the dorm of stray kids(a kpop band) and i will eventually get famous and end up being an actual celeb. i am a Fashion student btw. And i am also friends with other bands.i also have super powers cause why not. Plus if i have an AI in my mind names Jarvis and when i ask him stuff he answers and helps me with everything. 🦋How i shifted 🦋 So i was really mad last night cause everytime i tried to shift i'd sleep and wake up in this reality. i literally yelled at the universe and was like "i am not waking up in this reality anymore bye" and went to bed but fell asleep again. then i woke up in the middle of night after like 30 mins and then i started affirming that i was in my dr and fell asleep(that was the last thing on my mind when i fell asleep) i slept in the feeling of wish fulfilled. (reminder you dont need to be mad to shift lmao) ✨When i woke up✨ I was kinda awake but didn't wanted to wake up, and then my eyes just opened all of a sudden (i scripted that my eyes will open automatically when i fully shift) i saw that my blanket was different and i was like "wait what" i woke up and saw around and was super confused but when i realized that it was my dr bedroom I LITERALLY WAS LIKE AHHHHHH!! i did reality checks to see if i was dreaming but it felt so real like OMG, i literally buried my face in a pillow and screamed. i started looking around my room and i was the most excited about my closet cause i planned what it'd look like. when i checked it had alll the outfits and i was so excited to wear them!! i literally sat there going crazy for a while and then a thought hit me "so you are telling me that when i go through that door THE REAL stray kids will just be outside?? like just chilling?? omgg" I realized about Jarvis so i said "Jarvis?" and i tell you i heard "yes master, may i help you?" I WAS SOO SHOOK OMGGG !! I went out to see Channie oppa (im sorry it feels weird without honorifications now lol) and he saw me and said "oh the princess is finally awake huh?" i literally said "ARE YOU REAL??" and he laughed and pinched his cheeks and said "i mean i think so??" he said he bought some strawberries cause i asked him to and i was like "th-thank you" i brushed, took a shower,wore my fit, and then i got a call from niki from enhypen( a band again) he said to come over and i said "i didnt even eat my breakfast yet" he said we were eating breakfast and Jake oppa said "it feels like someone is missing" and everyone said oh yeah -my name- is missing so they ordered food for me too and want me to come over. i was like okay so he said he's come to pick me up. i literally kept taking pictures of everything cause it was my first day after shifting yk lmao. (its getting too long but i'll make another post if you want me to) YOU GUYS SHIFT!! ITS THE BEST EXPERIENCE OF ALL TIMES!! DONT GIVE UP YOU WILL SHIFT!!

#reality shift #shifting realities #shifting #successtory #shifting stories #i shifted

[beautifulwhensarcastic]

STEGGY FANFIC READING CHALLENGE

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Agent Carter

Tactical Insertion by TriplePirouette / @3pirouette

One of the best and loveliest executions of ‘Steve in Agent Carter timeline’. So gracefully weaving Steve into Peggy’s adventures, adding extra layers of feels.

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Fred Wells

‘S Wonderful, ‘S Marvelous by @teaandatale

I should be angry at this fic for a false promise of great romantic experience if you go for a work-related retreat, but can’t help squashing your own desires down when you get to read about Peggy getting it. And right in front of Fred’s punchable face. 

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On the run

Make a run for it by @rachlovesligers

It’s not the kind of escape you expect, but perhaps because of it it’s actually extra dramatic? I mean, it’s both Peggy and Steve joining forces, so theatrics are involved. 

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Sweet Dreams lipstick

this knockout ficlet by @roboticonography

A classic on the topic. I’d even dare to say the classic. 

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Edwin Jarvis and Ana Jarvis

Foolish by chasingkerouac

Good thing Edwin and Ana are here to save the day when misadventures happen. Their appearance is maybe small here, but I like this kind of accidental first meetings. 

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What if

Where you go (I’ll follow) by svgurl410

Because I always loved them ending up together, no matter the universe. 

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SHIELD

The Director you wish to reach is unavailable at the moment by @doctorhelena

This is the kinda petty and maybe unhealthy way of coping, but if a  grand and important career fucks up private life you have to fuck it out of your system. Seriously though, it’s a surprisingly emotional argument leads to sex (and SHIELD is to blame for the anger).

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Canon Compliant

Queen of the 107th by Fyre

What’s more canon compliant than showing Howlies in awe of Peggy, her winning the canonically certified pushup contest, and Steve supporting her all the way.

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Steve doesn’t crash

And the sun hits ground by @steggyisimmortal

Okay, so this one is a stretch - not a cheat, but a stretch! Steve does crash, but he’s found soon after. I took this category as “how would things go if Steve didn’t crash into ice for 70 years”, so it may as well be read as such, because the impact of him being MIA only for a few months is different than him being gone almost a century.

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Sam Wilson

The honeymoon phase by @roboticonography

Sam probably enjoys the hilarity of it all, having some laugh at Steve’s expense, but I also think he deserves some more good treats for dealing with his friend’s craze. This level of amused-but-exasperated reminds me of the time I had a talk with my bff who was freaking out about “partially” losing her virginity... don’t ask. 

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The right partner

The right partner by @steggyisimmortal

Come on, I couldn’t not go for that one. It even has a fitting title! And an even more fitting plot that will make you all carry watermelons to join the party (lol, sorry for the lame joke, but since this fic is based on Dirty Dancing it had to be done).

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Colonel Phillips

Happy accident by Shatterpath

It has one of those enjoyable harsh-but-supportive portrayals of Phillips. And the story itself reads smoothly, giving lots of feels.

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Reread an old fave

You can’t take the sky from me by @indiefic

I will use any excuse to reread that story. This is my fic. All time fave. My true love of all fics. My preciousss. I will be buried with a printed copy of it. 

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Steve’s blood

Slim chances and mad decisions by alianora

Mostly sad and angsty, but isn’t everything that has to deal with the last vial of Steve’s blood?

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Soulmate AU

Soulmarks series by @formerlyir

How could I not pick this one up? The choice was obvious. It was the first that came to my mind when I read “soulmate AU”. Like that time Evans and Scarlett were asked about who’s the hottest and before the question was even finished Chris blurted out “Hemsworth!” That was my brain with this fic when seeing the category.

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Natasha Romanoff

this ficlet by @lavellenchanted

So Natasha isn’t even personally present, but it’s her that becomes the focus and instigates some confessions. Nat’s powerful like that. 

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One timeline

Time heals all wounds by @indiefic

I’d say it’s a punch-to-the-guts story that lies mostly forgotten, until someone fishes it out of the archives. Much like that interview with Peggy.

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Domestic life

Warm in December by @notlucy

I’m not claiming that winter season is best background for fluff and domesticity, but this fic may prove that theory. Cozy, sweet, just perfect.

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The Griffith

this delightful ficlet by @rachlovesligers

A cheeky peek at the power Steve has over women, even the dragon ladies as scary as Miss Fry, hahaha. It’s also one of those stories that immediately come to mind when thinking of the category.

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Battlefield

In the heat of the battle by @littlereyofsunlight

I almost forgot how this fic keeps you at the edge of your seat, occasionally punching you back with feels. It was a thrill rereading it again for this challenge. 

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Contains fave trope

On ceremony by CapandCarter

Enemies to lovers is one of my fave tropes. Sprinkled with arranged marriage it’s even more potent. Though be warned, the urge to smack Peggy over the head with a frying pan appears quite often in the beginning. 

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Multiple timelines

Dark ways by @indiefic

This is twisted and perhaps not the very first thought of many when thinking of multiple timelines, but it fills the category. At some point there are even two Steves from two different timelines. And it’s so deliciously dark and fucked up. 

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Pre-Canon

Where poppies grow by @beautifulwhensarcastic

It’s not cheating if it fits the category and if the author herself thinks it’s a good story worth promoting (and I do). 

#steggyfanficchallenge #steggyfanevents #fic rec #steggy fic #steggy #peggy x steve

[omg-just-peachy]

if all else goes wrong, i'll be alright | stevetony

5 times Steve hugs Tony and 1 time Tony hugs Steve | 2.1k

this is for the "hugs" square of my @tonystarkbingo ngo card!

also on AO3

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1. “Steve? What are you doing here, you hate these things,” Tony asks, eyes wide and soft in surprise at the sight of him standing in front of him.

“So do you,” Steve reminds him, smiling lightly as he fidgets with his tie. It’s a black silk bow tie, and Tony knows, like he knows so many of Steve’s other likes and dislikes, that Steve hates it, not just the outfit but bow ties in particular, for some reason. Tony, though, can’t help but enjoy the sight of his boyfriend all dressed up and dapper like he is now. It’s a rare thing, and Tony drinks it in, Steve, here, at a gala, decked out in a deep navy suit, blond hair slicked carefully back save for one determined strand that falls charmingly over his forehead.

“Well, yeah, but I kinda have to be here. Name’s on the building and all,” Tony gestures in the direction of the floor to ceiling windows, the Stark logo reflecting brightly against the rain-spattered windows. Tony puts his hands over Steve’s, stilling his nervous fidgeting with his own.

He really couldn’t be happier to see him.

“Ah, so you’re a pretty big deal then” Steve says, nodding sagely as if he'd just now learned Tony's identity.

Tony grins. “Guess that depends who you ask. You know how inflated my ego gets,” he teases

Steve rolls his eyes. “Yeah, yeah.”

“Huge. Massive, even,” Tony continues, enjoying the way Steve throws his head back, the way his eyes brighten when he laughs.

“Can we go back to you being happy to see me?” Steve asks, wrapping his arms around Tony’s waist. “I missed you today,” he murmurs into Tony’s neck. He keeps his face buried there for a long minute, and Tony lets himself enjoy the closeness, this rare moment of PDA that Steve’s allowing himself, and hugs him back tightly.

The rest of the evening will be long, he knows, but nowhere near as bad now, not with Steve here, right as his side like always.

2. Tony’s head feels like it’s in a vise.

It’s nothing new, not really, but knowing what it is doesn’t necessarily make it any better. Tony had gotten his first migraine while he was at MIT. Not incredibly young, but still, it had thrown him for a loop back then, the sudden inability to see or think clearly followed by the pulsing, painful headache that lasted nearly two full days.

Now he knows what triggers them, tries to avoid red wine, certain cheeses, and chocolate if he can help it. Some things, like the weather, the air pressure, are, obviously, impossible to control, which is how Tony ends up here, in bed in the middle of the day, cursing the sun and the weather and everything in between as his head throbs in a way that immobilizes him.

Really, on days like this the only thing he can do is lay down in the dark and hope that sleep will consume him, that the pain in his head won’t be so much that he can’t doze off. It’s easier when he’s not alone, though, but he hadn't wanted to bother Steve.

He images the soft, slow dip of the mattress as Steve joins him, filling the other half of the bed. He can almost feel the soft tug of Steve’s fingers through his hair, gentle and soothing as they lay there. He’s done this before, of course, tried to convince himself that Steve really was there, rather than seven floors away. Stupid, really, when Tony could have the real thing. Steve would never begrudge him that, he knows, but…

He’s never been the best at asking for what he wants. What he needs, really.

“Hey, J, where’s Steve right now?” He asks despite himself. His words come out almost slurred, his tongue feeling almost too big for his mouth.

“Captain Rogers is in the kitchen, sir,” JARVIS informs him. “Shall I get him for you?”

“Please,” Tony sighs.

Before long, he hears the door open, a short, painful strip of light entering the room for a fraction of a second before disappearing again. Then the soft pad of Steve’s feet on the carpet, walking with practiced expertise through the dark room and over to Tony’s bed.

“Hey,” Steve says, his voice hushed but not quite whispering; whispering makes everything worse, and it always makes something in Tony’s chest ache, that Steve remembers this small thing.

“Hi,” Tony says, more of a groan than a greeting.

Steve doesn’t say anything else, just slides onto the bed beside Tony, rolling over towards him and scooping him up, his hands huge and soft against Tony’s back. Tony feels himself let out a long-held breath as he settles in against Steve, warm and comforting and familiar beside him.

“Thanks,” Tony manages to mutter as Steve threads his fingers through Tony’s hair, soothing him enough to finally sleep.

3. “What are you making?” Steve asks when he finds Tony in the kitchen. They’d had conflicting schedules for the better part of a week now, and Tony would be lying if he said the sound of Steve’s voice didn’t send a bright spark of joy right through him.

“It’s supposed to be a surprise, darling,” Tony tells him, smiling when he feels Steve’s arms come around him from behind, wrapping around Tony’s waist as Steve buries his face in the crook of his neck, breath tickling the fine hairs along Tony’s nape.

“Consider me surprised,” Steve smiles, still not lifting his head from Tony’s shoulder.

“Mmm. Did Erskine ever mention you being part koala? I have a theory,” Tony says, setting down a spoon and turning in Steve’s arms.

“Do you?” Steve smiles down at him, reaching up to wipe something from Tony’s cheek. “Soup?”

“It’s a surprise, but fine, yes, soup for my over-tired, part-time koala super soldier.”

Tony wouldn’t have thought it possible, but Steve’s smile only grows. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“Sure didn’t,” Tony nods. “But you’ve been all over the place this week. And if this fall is anything like last year, you’ll be down for the count with a cold in a matter of days.”

Steve’s eyes narrow a fraction. “How could you possibly remember that? You know you can’t prevent a cold with soup, though, right? And plus, by that logic I shouldn’t be doing this,” Steve gestures between them, bodies still entwined. “Since according to you I’m all germs.”

“Well, I could be wrong,” Tony hedges, not wanting to pull away from the embrace just yet. “Plus, I’ve barely seen you this week, it’d be cruel to leave me here all alone.” He pulls his face into an exaggerated pout.

“Fair enough,” Steve agrees, pulling away and peering over Tony’s shoulder again. “Hey, does that have to simmer for a while?”

Steve nods at Tony’s hum of agreement, then lifts Tony up and into his arms, as easily as if he weighs nothing at all, and carries him to the couch in the common room, depositing them both onto the couch. “Just for a little while,” Steve promises, as if Tony could possibly argue.

(Steve does get sick a week later. Tony gloats about being right, but only a little, and only with more soup.)

4. Tony’s looking through an ancient family photo album when Steve finds him on Saturday afternoon. He almost never lets himself come up here. The Tower doesn’t technically have an attic, but Tony has a room, a floor just below the pent house where he keeps things — boxes, photos, memories — he’d rather not have to see every day.

But this morning, the anniversary of his parents’ death, he’d gotten swept up in the news coverage. The 20th anniversary of their death — murder — and Tony, well.

He isn’t coping entirely well. He isn’t drinking, though, and he counts that as a win in and of itself.

Tony and Howard had no shortage of problems, that much was public knowledge, but all that really means, twenty years on, is that Tony is left with a whole lot of room in his chest and his head for regrets, especially on days like today.

He sifts through another pile of photos, polaroids his mother had taken at some point, and stops when he comes to one of himself on Christmas. He’s sitting by a plastic workbench, a gummy grin on his face. Howard’s just out of frame, a half-smile on his face, because of Tony or something else entirely, he would never know.

Tony heaves a sigh; he can’t bring himself to cry, at least not right now. Instead he just feels… empty.

Hollowed out.

There’s a creak, and the gently snick of a door closing, and when Tony looks up again, Steve’s there, looking down at Tony and his mess of photographs and keepsakes with the world’s most tender look on his face.

That’s when Tony thinks he might just lose it and cry. Just for the fact of Steve Rogers, here in this dark, lonely room with him on the darkest of days.

“Hi,” Steve says. “JARVIS told me where you were. I hope that’s okay,” Steve says quietly.

Tony nods. “’S’always okay if it’s you,” he hears himself say. He’d never imagined this, that he’d be able to let someone in like this, really, all the the way in, the way he has with Steve. But it’s nice, and he realizes a little more every day just how much he was missing all those years he spent pushing people away.

“Is that you?” Steve grins, looking down at the photo still in Tony’s hands. “You started the whole genius thing pretty early, huh?”

“Apparently,” Tony says, smiling wanly at him.

“Do you want to—“ Steve starts, but Tony shakes his head.

“Do you mind it we don’t? At least not right now?” Tony amends. “We can just…” He trails off and gestures at the pictures; he can start by sharing this much with Steve, at least. Talking can come later.

“Of course,” Steve agrees, lowering himself to the floor beside Tony and wrapping an arm around Tony’s shoulder, pulling him into a warm half-hug, and doesn’t pull his away as Tony points out Christmases, newspaper clippings, pieces of a splintered family.

5. Tony’s brushing his teeth, idly wondering when Steve would be back from his run, when he looks up and sees him striding through their room and coming up behind him for a hug.

“What’s that for?” Tony asks, smiling around his toothbrush and a mouthful of toothpaste.

Steve shrugs, smiling at him in the mirror. “Just because. Saying good morning.” He shrugs again as his smile widens, and Tony shakes his head.

“Koala,” Tony reminds him. “Now I’m all sweaty,” he points out, though he’s not at all put off by Steve’s hugs, even if he is sweaty from his run.

“Hmm, can’t have that,” Steve agrees, a wrinkle appearing between his eyebrows. “You’re Tony Stark. Appearances myst be kept up.”

Tony’s eyes narrow.

Steve lifts his shirt over his head and tugs at Tony’s own shirt. “I have a solution,” Steve says, turning the shower on and pulling Tony along with him, laughing as they stumble into the running water.

+1 “You give the best hugs in the world, you know that? You should have an award or something. I’m going to create one. Gold star hugs,” Tony murmurs, wrapping his arms around Steve.

He just got back from his most recent mission, and Tony’s up on the balls of his feet, reaching up and pulling Steve to him, hugging him tight as he peppers his face with lazy kisses. Steve knows he must look every bit as exhausted as he feels, but Tony doesn’t seem to mind. And besides, Steve’s currently one-hundred percent sure he’s never been happier to see another person in his life.

“Yeah?”

“Yep,” Tony nods. “Or do you prefer red, white, and blue stars, more on brand…” He contemplates, then tightens his hold on Steve, like he’s trying to eliminate even the tiniest fraction of space between them.

Steve laughs, so relieved to be home he feels it down deep, a sharp sense a relief that seems to go all the way down to his bones. “I missed you, too,” Steve says into Tony’s hair.

“You were gone entirely too long, Steven. I’m going to have to stand here like this for at least twenty-four hours,” Tony warns him. “Hope you didn’t make any plans.”

“That sounds reasonable,” Steve says easily. “No plans.” Steve smiles, lifting a hand up and stroking it through Tony’s hair. He’d missed this while he was gone, the ability to just reach out and touch Tony whenever he wanted. He wants to breathe him in, make up for lost time.

“Good,” Tony sighs into him, still holding him tight, and Steve can’t help but nod his agreement. Good.

#stevetony #steve/tony #stony #my fic #tony stark bingo #superhusbands

[imagineyourworld]

First Impressions

Peggy Carter x Fem!Stark!Reader 

Summary: When Peggy and Howard’s sister first meet they both get the wrong impression of why the other is at Howard’s apartment 

Warnings: Drinking, allusions to sex

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Peggy had begun questioning why she ever agreed to meet with Howard, she knew that man was impossible. But he was also one of her oldest friends and when her friends asked for help she found it rather difficult to refuse.  So now here she was, in one of Howard’s lavish New York apartments waiting for the man who was already fifteen minutes late.  Finally Howard walked through the door.  “Good to see you, Peg”, he greeted before he made his way over to a small cart in the corner of the room and started pouring himself a drink. “Do you want a scotch?”  Peggy shook her head. “No, thank you, Howard. I’d like to know what you wanted to talk about, you said it’s urgent.”  With his drink in hand Howard sat down in the armchair opposite of the one Peggy was sitting in.  “Yes, I recently-”, he started but was interrupted by a young woman entering the room. She was very beautiful, Peggy noticed as soon as her eyes fell on the woman. And incredibly furious, judging by the fire in her eyes. It really is a shame, Peggy thought. That Howard always seduces beautiful girls and then drops them. Leaving them heartbroken at worst and at at him at best. “Howard Stark, you ungrateful, arrogant, self obsessed idiot! I flew all the way to New York for you, even though I had better things to do I might add, and the second I turn my back you hurry off to meet one of your girlfriends?”  Howard jumped up and lifted his hands in surrender.  “(Y/N), my dear, it’s not like that. This is-”  The woman, with an accusatory finger in the air, shook her head as she stepped closer. She stopped only a few centimeters before Howard and for a moment Peggy thought she was about to hit him, not that it was underserved if he really invited that poor girl over only to leave her alone.  With a sigh he put his glass on the small table next to the armchair he had just vacated.  “How about we talk in private?”, he asked and without waiting for an answer he grabbed the woman by the elbow and lead her out of the room.  “I’ll be back in just a moment, Peg”, he yelled over his shoulder before the door closed behind him. 

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“You can’t just burst into a room like that, I was having an important meeting”, your brother started.  You just rolled your eyes. You knew what kind of ‘meeting’ he was talking about and were not keen on deepening the topic.  “I thought that’s what your many bedrooms are for, not the sitting room that’s supposed to be for everybody”, you shot back.  Howard tried to put on his most charming smile, which it seemed had granted him the favour of the woman currently sitting on the other side of the door. The woman you couldn’t help but think about. She was gorgeous, Howard’s conquests usually were, but it wasn’t just her beauty that made her stand out, there was something else about her. Maybe it was the way she held herself, as if she had found her place in the world and had no intention of moving. Maybe it was the smile on her lips, that kinda reminded you of your own whenever your brother had said or done something dumb. Or maybe it was the kindness and determination in her eyes, that you had spotted after looking at her for only a split second.  “You know, that woman in there is too good for you, they’re all too good for you and never realise it until it’s too late”, you couldn’t help but yell. Part of you was actually hoping that maybe the pretty brunette could hear you and would take your words to heart.  Instead of answering you Howard simply smiled.  “You like her, don’t you?”  Though your brother often disregarded women’s feelings, that was never the case with you. The two of you could read each other like a book and you were lucky enough that you never had to hide your attraction towards women from him, if anything it brought the two of you closer together, since you had basically the same type.  “I like pretty much every living being enough not to wish them heartbreak caused by Howard Stark”, you scoffed.  He leaned closer to you until his lips almost brushed your ear and though the two of you were close and you were not opposed to being physically close to your brother, the stench of his cologne and the lingering smell of scotch almost made you push him away, until he whispered something in your ear, that is.  “It’s really not like that, she’s a friend.” Howard must have sensed that you were about to tell him that you knew exactly what his female ‘friends’ were to him, so he continued. “That’s Peggy Carter in there. The one I’ve been telling you about.”  You opened your mouth and closed it again. That was Peggy Carter? Howard really had told you a lot about her, and judging by the smug grin he was now sporting he knew that you had developed a slight crush just based on his stories. But how could he have left out how pretty she was? How could Howard of all people not have mentioned it?  Finally you found your voice again.  “Well, perhaps you should introduce me then.” 

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Peggy looked up from the magazine she had been flipping through when the door opened again. She had been expecting Howard to come in alone, but instead he held the door open for the young woman and closed it behind the two of them.  “(Y/N), would you like something to drink?”, he asked as if nothing had happened.  The woman sat down in the armchair Howard had occupied earlier and Peggy wasn’t sure whether she should admire her ability to make herself at home in Howard’s apartment or find it disgraceful.  “I don’t suppose you have a water on that cart, do you?”  Peggy looked from the woman to Howard and back again. They did realise she was right there in the room with them, didn’t they?  “I’m afraid not. But I had Jarvis buy some of that way too sweet iced tea that you like so much.”  The woman nodded with a pleased smile gracing her lips, lips that Peggy tried her best not to look at because this was one of Howard’s girlfriends and she shouldn’t be looking at her like that.  “Thanks”, the woman said to Howard, who had positioned himself on the armrests of her chair.  She took a sip and Peggy could have sworn that this woman was doing everything to draw attention to her kissable lips.  “I don’t suppose you’ll introduce me?”, she finally asked Howard, her eyes flitting over to the woman, who seemed to be staring at her.  Howard jumped up from his seat and lifted a hand to motion to the woman.  “Peggy, this is (Y/N) Stark, my sister. (Y/N), Peggy Carter, my most trusted friend.”  Peggy couldn’t believe her ears. Sister, she’s his sister. Even though at first glance they didn’t look much alike, there was something in the way they held themselves, something about their gestures and their smile that made her realise that, yes, she was indeed Howard’s sister.  Not having forgotten her good upbringing Peggy stood up and offered her hand. (Y/N) did the same.  “It’s nice to finally meet you, Howard’s told me a lot about you”, she said with a smile. A smile that Peggy could have sworn made her knees go weak.  “I wish I could say the same”, she replied with a smile she hoped was equally as charming.  She couldn’t quite read (Y/N), wasn’t sure whether her smile was simply friendly or perhaps meant something more, but something told her that she’d have a lot of time to figure it out.  “What do you say, Peg, do you wanna stay for dinner?”, Howard chimed in.  Peggy let go of the other woman’s hand, only now realising that she was still holding it, and nodded.  Usually she would have declined, dinner at Howard’s was always a long and prestigious affair, but if sitting through dinner meant she’d have another chance to see (Y/N) smiling at her she’d gladly bear it.  “I’d love to”, she said, looking more at the woman she knew she wanted to get to know better, whose lips she wanted to kiss and whose laughter she wanted to hear than Howard. “I’d really love to.”  (Y/N) smiled and for the first time since Steve went into the ice Peggy felt as if she had a chance at love again. 

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I just finished the first season of Agent Carter for the first time (I know, shame on me for waiting this long) and it just inspired me to write something about this beautiful badass woman. As always, feedback is very welcome. 

#peggy carter #peggy carter x reader #peggy carter x y/n #peggy carter x you #peggy carter imagine #agent carter

[miraculous-trinity-leo]

Whacky Gotham, Goofy New York, and Chaotic Paris.

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7)

Chapter 5: Then Let The Games Begin

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Soooo, the Batfam is panicking, Gotham's confused as to why Iron Man is flying over Gotham like a madman, and Maria is with two of Gotham's Sirens (but only Ivy and Harley know this) having a wonderful time playing with Bud and Lou.

Let's start with the Sirens.

Harley is watching over Maria and Tikki as they sleep with Bud and Lou, Ivy walkes over to sit next to Harley, handing her a cup of tea.

"So, what's the diagnosis?" - Ivy

"She has some sort of trauma, has class issues... and handles more than she should, but still does everythin', on top of bein' a hero. She's been through some sh-t Pam." Yeah Harley may have found out Maria's a hero (if the tiny god and magic were anything to go by).

"Is she alone?" - Ivy

"No, thankfully, she has supportive parents, and friends that aren't little sh-ts. I think they're also heroes, she also has a lot, and I a mean A LOT of pent up emotions, she doesn't show anythin' negative, only positive things. She seems to shrink in on herself if she thinks she does somethin' wrong. Pam, we both know there's a limit to how much crap a person can take before they snap, and she's such a sweet kid. There has to be somethin' we can do to help her Ives." Ok she found out alot, but in Marias' defense, they have trustworthy souls, and they were the only other people (besides her friends) that she talked to about it, yes she had her Maman and Uncle to talk about hero stuff, but for the stuff her class does, she only ever vented (without being negative) to her friends.

"Her class is visiting the Botanical Gardens in three days, and it's a 2 part tour, so we can see just what's going on. If it's bad then we scare them a bit, if it's bad bad... they can handle a few slightly poisonous plants right?" - Ivy

"God I love the way ya think Ives, do ya think she can stay with us? I mean look at how cute she is with Bud and Lou... Oh my god, she's cuddlin' dem, and ya gave her a flower crown, how'd I miss that?! Where's the camera?"

Harley took a picture to remind her of this wonderful moment. As Ivy and Harley looked at the picture, they both promised to keep Maria safe, and maybe become sorta kinda-ish parents to her while she's in Gotham.

•—–·Now back to the Bat-Chaos Bat-Cave·–—•

Tim took over the chair and was now searching the possible locations with Jarvis, Damian was sitting on a different chair, trying to act cool, but he wouldn't stop looking over at Tim, to see his progress. Bruce was talking over the comms with Tony. Dick and Jason, weren't helping (they kept feeding each other worse and worse ideas of what could have happened to Maria). Then they heard Jarvis speak.

"I have found the most likely area Ms. Dupain-Cheng would be in. Her phone died about 56 blocks away from her hotel, if we don't count kidnapping, or murder, she would have thought about asking for directions, but may have decided not to considering the city she is in. So that leaves us with a possible 15-25 mile radius from her last known location. I think it best to divide into groups of two, have Oracle stay and update you if anything on security, and or traffic cameras happens. Bruce will be with Tony, Dick will go with Tim, and Jason will go with Damain to search within the area. Stephanie and Cassandra will search around a 5 mile radius near Wayne hotel." as Jarvis continued to explain the other details, the Batfam began to suit up, Batman met up with Iron Man, and they took the North area, Nightwing and Red Robin took the East area, while Red Hood and Robin searched the South. Steph and Cass were on foot in civilian clothes, searching the West area they were assigned.

They searched for the whole day, and came up with nothing. Until Oracle saw a video from a traffic cam around 9pm, 15 blocks away from where her phone died. She called it in and everyone went back to the cave. Once everyone was at the Bat-Computer, Oracle pressed play, the cameras didn't have sound, and it wasn't close enough to see if she was ok.

They watched as she went to an overgrown parking lot and sat down. She was looking down at the ground, and that's when they spotted two figures round the corner and spot her. They watched as the two figures approach Maria, and saw the startled reaction she had. They realized it was Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy that were talking to her, then they saw Maria collapse. They watched as Harley made sure she was ok, looking over to Ivy before looking back to Maria and picking her up. The last thing they saw, was Maria being carried away by two of Gothams' most dangerous rouges, but now they knew where to look next.

•—–· Back to Ivy and Harley ·–—•

Harley continued to take adorable pictures of the children.

"God, they're so f-ckin' cute!" - Harley for the 20th time

As Ivy continued to watch while caring for her plants, Catwoman walked in.

"Hey girls, got the stuff for movie night, so what are we- Holy mother of cats! He adopted another f-cking child didn't he! Where the hell does he keep finding them?! 7 was ment to be the god DAMN LIMIT!!!" - Catwoman

Maria jumped at the sudden shouting and may have accidentally summoned a yo-yo (one made useing creation magic and protection magic) before saying.

"Tikki where's the akuma?! How long was I out?! Forget it Tikki spot-" she then realized she wasn't in Paris, and seeing a new face, she also realized she just spilled her secret to another person within the same day... kinda

"Fffffffffffudge sunday that fell on the pavement!" - Maria shouted in baker profanities

"That's not how ya curse sweetheart. It should go more like-" Harley was cut off by a vine Ivy had summoned.

"Harley, cursing makes the plants sad, you know this." - Ivy said removing the vine

Harley just walked over to Maria and whipsered it in her ear.

"You're supposed to say it more like this, ' ..... .... ... .. ....... .. ... .....' ok?" - Harley ended with a big smile

"... I will never see this world in the same frickin' light ever again." - Maria

"ehh close enough." - Harley

"Can someone please tell me, WTH is going on here, on our special girls day off?!" - Catwoman

"She is a new member of the Sirens as of today, and as a member, she's unda our protection, so effective immediately." - Harley

"Cool." - Maria

"Harley." - Ivy

"Wut... first things first, if she is going to join, she needs to be very flexible, know how to fight, and be incredibly intelligent." - Catwoman

"She beat Ed's @ss with a gun pointed at her, and solved every riddle with ease, so I'm positive she'll be an amazin' addition to the team." - Harley

'God she sounds like a new mother now' "But we don't know how good her flexibility is." - Catwoman

"I know, hey Maria, ya wanna do some tricks with me, of course we need to stretch first, but do ya wanna give it a go?" - Harley

"Sure." - Maria

Ivy and Catwoman sat down on a couch a few feet away from where Maria and Harley stood in the empty part of the building. They started out with stretches, and to Catwoman's surprise (and Harley's delight) Maria copied Harleys streches perfectly.

"Ok, now that that's done, we'll start with some cartwheels, then move on to flips, then handsprings and so on." - Harley

Maria gave Harley a nod... and they were off... literally, Harley did a cartwheel into a handspring, and a few backflips, Maria executed it flawlessly. Harley did some more complicated gymnastics tricks, and Maria did it, Harley did triple backflips going into a cartwheel, into a summersault, and Maria did that perfectly as well. This went on until both Harley and Maria were slightly out of breath, both having massive smiles on their faces.

"Ives, please let her join, she's like a mini me." - Harley then hugged Maria and they somehow both tripled in cuteness as they both did puppy (or Puss In Boots style) eyes at Catwoman and Ivy.

"Sure Harley." - Ivy said walking over to give Harley a small kiss on the cheek.

"Okay... but she doesn't have a costume yet, and she still has to think of a name for herself." - Catwoman

"Is a mouse good, like a mouse themed costume, that or a Turtle themed one. What do you think Harley?" - Maria

"Mmmm, I like that with the mouse you can always toy with Cat, ya know, cat an' mouse stuff, turtle seems... weird even fawh Gotham, so personally I would pick mouse, just because of the cheesy jokes you could do." - Harley

"Very funny, ok then, give me a moment."  Maria then reached out her hand, her eyes then started to glow an icy blue, and a small portal opened in front of her, she reached in and pulled out a small pendant necklace. After she put it on a small mouce appeared and greated itself, Marias' eyes going back to normal after closing the portal.

"Hello I'm Mullo, nice to meet you all."

"Omg omg omg, It's soooo f-ckin' CUTE!" - Harley

"Best to assume all of them are extremely cute Harls." - Ivy

"What the Hell did I miss in the week I was gone?!" - Catwoman

"Ehh, not much, oh but Iron Man did fly aroun' Gotham a few times earlier this mornin' like a madman." - Harley

"Oh sh-t." - Maria

"Maria are ya ok? That was ya first official proper curse in my presence." Harley said looking over to the girl.

"He's gonna kill me." - Maria

"Wait, what do you mean Marigold?" - Ivy

"... He's my Uncle, and I never got to text him I was ok, since my phone died before I met you." - Maria

"Hey, I'm sure he'll understand, now what are we watchin'?" - Harley

"I think we have more important matters other than movies at the moment!" - Catwoman

"Ok, Me Myself and Irene it is." - Harley

"No! You basically kidnapped Iron Mans' NIECE!!!" - Catwoman

"Technically, she fainted and us bein' the good Gothamites we are, decided to take her with us, to make sure she was a-okay." - Harley

"I'm ganna need more than just a six pack of soda to get me through this... Just put the movie on already." - Catwoman

Catwoman sat at the far left end of the couch, next to her sat Ivy, then Maria, and then Harley, Bud and Lou by their feet. All of them sharing one big blanket (Becuase if Iron Man did show up, or any of the birds, then Maria was in a protective burrito and they may not see her right away) and they started the movie.

•—–·–—•

"Oh god, the poor cow." - Maria

.........

"Hahahaha, he stuck a whole f-ckin' chicken head in that guys @ss" - Harley

"The poor chicken." - Maria

"Maria you don't want to see this part." - Ivy then lightly covered her eyes for the ehem, chicken extraction.

.........

"Anyone up for another movie?" - Harley

"That depends." - Ivy

"Any suggestions Cat?" - Harley looked across to the other end of the couch to see Catwoman already sleeping.

"She took her cat-nap already? Seriously?" - Harley

"... What about Pirates of The Caribbean?" - Maria

"I'm good with that." - Ivy

And they started the next movie, Maria was happy, it felt like when her maman and papa would sleep with her when she made a pillow fort. It was a loving atmosphere, it felt safe, and nothing could ruin it. Marias' eyes became heavy, and she leaned her head on Harleys' shoulder, falling asleep after a few minutes.

Ivy paused the move looking over to see both Harley and Maria sleeping, soon Ivy also fell asleep in the comfortable silence.

…………………………

Around an hour later Maria woke up in a panic, she had a nightmare, and kept looking around frantically for someone with tears running down her face.

"What's the matter hun?" - Harley said looking around to see if someone had gotten in. When she looked back at Maria she saw that she was crying.

"What happened?" Harley asked in a kind voice that was filled with motherly love.

"I, just *hic* had a bad dream that's *hic* all, I'm fine." - Maira said trying to wipe the tears away.

"You're ok, I promise nothin's goin' to happen to ya as long as Ivy and I are here, ok hun?" - Harley hugged Maria, and she could feel the girl let out a few more sobs, and quick breathes.

"Thanks Maman." Maria didn't even realize what she had said, it just felt natural for her to say it.

"You're welcome hun." 'Omg I'm gonna cry, she called me maman!' Harley rubbed small circles over Marias' back, and began humming until she fell asleep, she continued to hug Maria until she also fell asleep.

•—–· Back to the Chaos Bat-Cave ·–—•

"What do you mean she's with two of Gotham City's Sirens?!" - Tony

"Tony, calm down, I'll call Selina, she can talk to them and get this all sorted out." - Bruce

"Your fiancee is a Gotham Siren too?! Why didn't you tell me?!" - Tony

"Why isn't she picking up? And unlike some people, this family doesn't like outing our secret identities... on live TV." - Bruce

"Oh well excuse me for not keeping my secret identity a SECRET!" - Tony

"I'll try calling her one more time." - Bruce

"Bruce, it's 3am. Who in their right mind ever stays up this late.... aside from this family." - Tim with a giant coffee mug in hand.

"... I'll just call her one more time." Bruce then connected it to the Bat-Computer so everyone could hear.

•—–· Back to the Sirens ·–—•

Catwoman's phone is ringing like crazy, waking everyone up, including a tired, annoyed, and confused Selina.

"Wth does he want at 3 in the morning?!" - Selina

"Just answer it so we can keep sleepin'." - Harley still hugging Maria

"I'm putting it on speaker, so you lot can testify against his @ss in court, for disturbing the peace."

•—–· Over to Batsy ·–—•

"Selina I need to ask-"

"WHAT THE F-CKING HELL DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND ABOUT A GOOD NIGHTS REST!" - Selina

"Oooooh, she sounds pissed Bruce." - Jason

"I'm sorry to call you at this hour, but we need to find a girl that looks just like every single one of my other kids." - Bruce

"Bruce... I thought we agreed that 7 kids was. the. f-cking. limit." - Selina

•—–· Back to the Sirens ·–—•

Selina looked over to Maria before muting the speaker.

"Do you want them to know you're here Kitten?" - Selina

"... I'm tired, I haven't had coffee, I have no filter, so f-ck it, act like you never saw me today, and let them drown in chaos. " - Maria

"I think I like filter less Maria." - Harley

"Okay." Selina shrugged her shoulders and then un-muted her phone, putting it back on speaker mode.

"Where was she last seen?" - Selina

"She was last seen with Harley and Poison Ivy, I want you to see if she's still with them." - Bruce

Selina looked over to Maria and Harley, both of them shook their heads with mischievous grins.

"I've been with them all day, and I haven't once seen a girl that looks like your kids. Now can I go back to sleep, and forget this ever happened?" - Selina

"WHERE IS MY NIECE!!!" - Tony

"Oh, hey Tony, didn't know you were there, don't know who, or where your niece is, but good luck trying to find her. Oh and Bruce, I'm shutting my phone off so you don't keep calling till the butt crack of dawn. And congrats it's now 4am. you owe me a lunch date, uh-ba-bye." Selina then hung up her phone and turned it off.

"That went pretty well if you ask me, now I'm going back to sleep." - Selina

•—–· Back to Batsy ·–—•

The room was silent for a few minutes before Jason spoke up.

"Does that mean that Pixiepop ran away and is even more lost now?!" - Jason

"Oh god, what do we do, what if she got hurt?!" - Dick

"What if she got kidnapped?!" - Jason

"What if she's with a big time Gotham Villain?!" - Dick

"... What if she got more coffee?" - Tim

"Oh Hell No" - Jason/Dick

"... Lets all go to sleep, and when we wake up, we'll head over to their base and double check. She could've just said that because I called her at 3am." - Bruce

"But my niece is still out there!" - Tony

"You're going to sleep Tony." - Pepper then dragged Tony to his room.

•—–· Back to Maria ·–—•

Selina went to a different part of the building, where Maria assumed the bedrooms were. Ivy had gone to the greenhouse to be with the plants, and now it was just her and Harley left on the couch, and she couldn't sleep.

"... Harley?" - Maria

"Yeah hun?" - Harley

"I can't sleep." - Maria

"Well, watcha wanna do till ya get tired?" Harley asked sitting up a little straighter to get a better look at Maria.

Maria gave a sly smile, and looked Harley in the eyes "Want to go free-running on the rooftops?"

"... Alright, but lets get some coffee, and a snack in us first." - Harley gave her a side hug, before getting up to go make the coffee, and grab some snacks.

After they had their coffee, they climbed to the roof of the base. Harley was in her outfit, bat in hand and ready to do some bonding.

"So, how does ya outfit work?" - Harley

"Like so, ready Mullo?" - Maria

"Yes Maria" - Mullo

"Ok, Mullo, Get Squeaky!" A bright light flashes, and when Harley could see again, Maria was in a dark gray suit, wearing black knee high boots, with a strip of pink at the knee, and black elbow length gloves with the same pink strip at her elbow. Her mask was a slightly lighter gray on the top part, and pink on the bottom. Her hair was pulled into two buns with pink ribbons that faded to gray, and to black at the very tip. Her jump rope around her waist forming a tail going just below the back of her knees.

"Just when I think ya can't get any more adorable. So what should I call ya?" - Harley

"You can call me Multimouse." - Maria

Soon they were racing and doing tricks off different roofs, they were really enjoying themselves. From one of the roofs they heard a commotion in one of the alleys, when they looked down they saw a man holding a woman at gunpoint.

"Not good, seems like he's got issues, probably lost his lover, most likely has additions to drugs and alcohol, and seems to be a little tipsy." - Harley

"I've got a plan." - Multimouse

…………

Multimouse droped a little way behind the guy, grabbing his attention while Harley got the lady to safety.

"You know there's a help center two blocks from here that would be more than willing to help you." - Multimouse

The crook just raised his gun to her trying to keep it steady as he spoke.

"Give me all your money little girl, or else I'll hurt you."

"1. That's not how you hold a gun. 2. That is no way to treat any girl. and 3. Instead of money, I'll give you my jump rope." - Multimouse

"Why the hell would I want your jump rope, that thing looks worthless." the crook lowered his guard enough as Multimouse pretended to hand over her jump rope, only to use it in a quick motion to dismarm the man, as Harley promptly knocked him out with one swing.

"Lets neva have ya at gunpoint again, okay hun? I'm afraid my heart can't take it." - Harley said while tying the crook to a lamppost.

"Sorry, but it was the best idea I could come up with at the moment, besides, any guy with a gun would feel like they have the upper hand if they're facing a random little girl with a jump rope, rather than Gothams' Harley Quinn with a bat." - Multimouse

"Sadly I'm just too popular with the kiddos on the street." - Harley

…………

They continued to stop a few more muggers on the way back to the base, and when they got back they peaked around the corner to see the whole Batfam plus Iron Man talking with Ivy and Selina.

"How much you want to bet we can get back out before they see us?" - Whispering Multimouse

"... Lets try hidin' in the kitchen." - Whispering Harley

As they tried to sneak by (still in their costumes) Selina just walks over and draggs them to the group.

"Here, now let me sleep!" - Selina

"Dang it Selina we wanted tah see just how long we could hide out in the kitchen!" - Harley

Selina did a double take now realizing they both went out.

"... You didn't." - Selina

"We wanted tah go free-runnin'! So what?" - Harley

"She could've gotten hurt Harls." - Ivy

"My suits magic, I am invulnerable to bullets, normal magic, swords, knifes, anything staby staby, and I can withstand any temperature in it." Multimouse said with a slight pout.

"Hold up, is she a magical girl?" - Red Hood in the background

When Selina let go both Harley and Multimouse went behind Ivy for protection.

"We can still make a run for it." - Harley whispered to Multimouse

"... Ok, I'll meet you on the roof." - Whispering Multimouse

Harley gave a nod as she slowly inched her wasy closer to the door that lead to the roof, as she saw Iron Man approach Multimouse.

"Please get out of your suit, we need to talk about why you're here-" - Iron Man

"Multitute!" - Multimouse

Harley then saw Multimouse shrink into dozens of tiny little versions of herself as her clones spread out in all directions, one of which was heading right for her.

"Wth, you never told us she could use magic!" - Red Robin

Harley picked her up, and slipped through the door without anyone noticing.

"That was great, but how do ya get back tuh normal size?" - Harley

"Simple, I just merge back with my clones." As she said this, all her clones came back, and she merged with herself, becoming normal sized again.

"Where to?" - Multimouse

………… So now The Batfam is trying to find many long gone Mini-Multimouses, and Harley seems to have disappeared with her. Harley and Multimouse are now running over the roofs, heading for Wayne Manor.

"So why are we going to Wayne Manor?" - Multimouse

"Because, Batsy will neva think of lookin' for us at his own home, at least not fawh a little while." - Harley

When they arrived at the Manor, Multimouse de-transformed as Harley knocked on the door.

"Ms. Quinn, Ms. Maria, pleasure to see you here, please come in." - Alfred

"Are any of the bat-birds here?" - Harley

"Ms. Barbara, Ms. Stephanie, and Ms. Cassandra are the only ones here at the moment." - Alfred

"Do ya think you can keep us bein' here a secret from Batsy?" - Harley

"Harley? What are you doing here with Maria?" - Barbara

"It seems that Ms. Harley and Ms. Maria are now playing hide and seek with the rest of the family." - Alfred

"Did someone say hide and seek?" - Steph

"Yes, so could we maybe try and keep this a secret from everyone else, please?" - Maria

"Sure, it was starting to get boring around here. We can all hide in the living room no one ever use. Barbara you show them the way, I'll get the food/drinks and boardgames." - Steph

"Is this alright with you Alfred?" Maria

"It's all right Ms. Maria, you can hide out in the old living room." - Alfred

"Thanks Alfie, ya the best." - Harley

"Thank you Alfred." - Maria

"Ok then, follow me." - Barbara

…………

In the old living room, Harley, Maria, Barbara, Steph, and Cass began to formulate a plan.

"Ok, so the best way for them to never find you is to have your phone off, stay away from any and all cameras, and show your face to no one." - Steph

"So, do you have anything in mind that you might want to do?" - Barbara

"Can we put them on a wild goose chase?" - Maria

Cass nodded to Marias' suggestion approvingly.

"I can hack a few traffic cams to help with that." - Barbara

"We can also throw in some useless hints, to throw dem even further off our scent." - Harley

"Good idea Harley." - Barbara

"Thanks, but how long do ya think we should make it last?" - Harley

"As long as Maria wants it to." - Barbara

"Then let the games begin." - Maria.

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Comfort Part 3/4: Never Close Enough

tony stark x fem!Reader

wc: 3.6k

plot: tony has a nightmare. y/n stays the night. they kinda sorta figure out their relationship and what they are. 

warnings: ptsd. physical affection. panic attacks. nightmares. language. age gap. please read with caution.

a/n:  the symptoms of reader’s ptsd are very much based in my own experience. This fic is deeply personal to me, and it means a lot that readers are enjoying it this much. Thank you <3

***

The vibrations of your pillow pulled you from a dead sleep. How the fuck was that even possible?

Forcing your eyes open, you tried to remember where you were. You hadn’t woken up screaming, or silently panicking from nightmares, so that was a win. A huge win, as a matter of fact. So what was going on? What was different?

“Don’t hurt her…don’t…” Tony muttered next to you.

Oh, that’s why. You had fallen asleep in Tony’s arms in his bed, and that’s exactly where you were now. The vibrations you had felt were from not only his sleep talking, but also from the faint shaking of his body. You propped yourself up on your elbow as his hands reflexively clenched around your waist, looking up at him in the dim light. His face was twitching, and he was breathing hard.

“Tony”, you murmured as you gently shook him, trying to wake him up. He was the one having a nightmare this time, and watching it was…it was a whole new level of awful. All you wanted was to bring him back, bring him home to you. Only he didn’t stir, and his erratic breathing only got worse.

“Please…not y/n, not…” his voice faded away again.

Oh. Oh. He was having a nightmare about you.

“C’mon, Tony, wake up,” you called louder, shaking his body harder than before. Still, he slept on, whatever horrors he was experiencing keeping him in a vice grip. Pulling yourself from his arms, you sat up on your knees next to him. “TONY,” you practically yelled, “come on, you’ve gotta wake up, I’m right here—”

“Y/N,” he screamed, shooting up into a sitting position. He looked around wildly in the darkness, chest heaving.

“Tony, Tony,” you said gently, trying not to jump as he turned suddenly to face you, “I’m right here, baby, I’m right here.” All you wanted to do was reach out to him, but you didn’t want to scare him more than he already was. He needed to be the first one to make that choice.

“Y-y/n??” He asked, bringing a hand up to touch your face, as if needing a reminder than you were real.

“You’re okay, you’re safe,” you whispered, placing a hand over his. Tony’s face seemed to crumple in on itself. He brought his knees up and rested his head on them, still breathing hard like he’d run ten miles. Lacing your fingers with his, you brought your hands down to rest on the sheets. You shifted so that you were sitting next to him. Leaning over, you pressed your lips to his shoulder in the softest of kisses. You brought your other hand up to card tenderly through his hair. Sitting up, you allowed him to lean on you as he tried to calm down. “JARVIS, will you open the shades, please?”

“Of course.”

The lights of the city began to cut through the disorienting darkness. Night had fallen, indicating that you and Tony had managed to sleep for most of the day. Even with the magnificent view in front of you, all you had eyes for was Tony. He had looked up to focus on the city, and you could see tear tracks shining on his face, his chocolate brown eyes wide with the remaining terror. In a reversal of roles, you brought down your hand from his hair and caressed them away with the pad of your thumb.

“What did you dream about?”

“You,” he croaked out, “they hurt you in every nightmare I have.”

“I’m right here, baby,” you whispered again, bringing his hand to rest over your heart, just like he’d done for you earlier that day. His breath shuddered once he felt the rhythmic beating of your heart, and he finally turned back to face you again. Tony gathered your hands in his and leaned forward so that his forehead was resting against yours, closing his eyes. You closed yours too, reveling in the close contact.

“You shouldn’t have to worry about me,” he murmured, “I’m so sorry I woke you.”

“I already worry,” you shot back, “and in any case, I want to be there for you as much as you want to be there for me. It’s always been like that.”

“I know, it’s just—”

“Don’t try to argue with me, Tony. You know you won’t win.”

He huffed out a laugh at that, warm breath fanning over your face, and said, “You’re probably right, sweetheart.” He pulled you into him, burying his face into the crook of your neck. “As much as I usually hate sharing my bed, it actually helps having you here with me.”

“It helps me, too,” you said, words muffled by his shoulder. Tony leaned back into the mattress, pulling you with him. You were facing each other again, and his eyes bore into yours. They didn’t look as tortured as before. “I thought therapy was helping with the nightmares.”

“It is,” he murmured, “it doesn’t make them go away completely, though. I just have less of them now.”

“Is it…is it always about me?”

“Sometimes the team along with you, but yeah. You’ve unfortunately got a starring role. When I said I wanted to see you all the time, this wasn’t exactly what I meant,” he finished with a dry laugh. There was no humor in his eyes, though. None at all.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, “I wish I could make them stop.”

“You have nothing to be sorry about,” he murmured, trailing his thumb down your side repeatedly, “you made it easier this time around. By being here.”

“Good, all I want is to help you,” you responded, smiling softly at him, and bringing your hand up to softly trail your fingers down his cheek. He closed his eyes in contentment. You made to pull your hand away, but he grabbed it quickly and kept it right where it was, leaning into it. If Tony could purr, you swore he would at this moment.

“We’re a fucked-up pair, aren’t we,” you whispered after a minute.

“Maybe a bit,” he mumbled, “but I wouldn’t want to be a pair with anyone else.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

The two of you shared a long look, hidden meaning written in every second of it.

“I never asked; how did you sleep?” He asked after a minute, still keeping your hand on his face, still looking at you very intently. You could feel the scratchiness from his beard.

“Actually,” you answered with an honest smile, “it was the best I’ve slept in months.”

“Really?” He asked, eyes opening in shock. You could feel the happiness radiating off of him with your words. “You didn’t have a nightmare? You slept the whole time?”

“I did,” you said, laughing with giddiness, “I didn’t think I could anymore.”

“What do you think changed? Maybe you just got tired enough? I mean you were tired enough weeks ago, should’ve passed out in the elevator by now.”

“Shut up,” you shot back, but then “…I think it’s because you were here. I feel safe with you.”

He smiled softly at you, then murmured, “This doesn’t have to be a one-time thing, you know. I’d love it if you slept here with me. Every night, if you want.”

“Why does it have to be your bed?” You shot back, smiling slyly at him. “My bed is just as good for all you know.”

“We both know my bed is subjectively better, because I chose it and it’s mine,” he said, poking you in the side, “but I’d be fine with whatever, doesn’t really matter to me. I just know I feel better having you with me.”

“So…I can sleep here?” You asked, needing the confirmation. It just sounded too good to be true, even with Tony offering it so earnestly.

“What, after all this time you need proof?” He asked, cocking an eyebrow at you. You shrugged with a nervous smile, and he sat up quickly. “JARVIS?” Tony called out, “Please add Y/n’s fingerprint to approved guests. She can come any time she wants.”

“Of course, sir.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t trust me with penthouse access, Tony,” you said with a laugh, “I’m all sorts of trouble, you know.”

“Oh I’m counting on it,” he retorted as he laid back down, “you’re the best kind of trouble.” He pulled you back into him, fingers wrapping possessively around your waist.

Was…was he flirting?

“One more thing, JARVIS,” you called out, you and Tony smiling like idiots at each other, “can you do the same for Tony at my place? Give him access?” Why not one up him? Besides, you wanted Tony to have somewhere else to go if he needed it, somewhere he could always find you if you weren’t already with him. This was the perfect solution.

“Consider it done, ma’am.”

The look in Tony’s eyes was so loving, so affectionate, so goddamn soft…it was all you could do not to kiss him right then and there. This, what you two just did, it almost felt like—

“So…was this us exchanging apartment keys?” He asked shyly. Tony Stark? Shy? Hath hell frozen over?

You bit your lip, smiling even bigger than before, because of course he knew exactly what you were thinking, “Um…yeah, I think it was.” He linked your fingers together, then brought your hand to his lips. He kissed your palm, all while maintaining eye contact with you. The air became electric, the look between the pair of you supercharged. You’ve never wanted to kiss him as badly as you did right then.

But you couldn’t.

This moment right here, it was proof that there could be something there. Something neither of you could ignore. You’d never once allowed yourself to consider that he might feel something more than friendship for you, but the way he was looking at you…Natasha didn’t look at you like that. Steve didn’t look at you like that. It was only ever him. So, you wanted to do this right. You’d get yourself into therapy, start working on healing. Then, in a few weeks…

There was a conversation you needed to have.

“Go to sleep, Tony,” you whispered, running your thumb along his bottom lip. It was softer than you could’ve ever imagined, and…yeah. You’d imagined it a lot.

“Will you stay? Or do I need to worry about waking up alone?” He asked. “Wouldn’t be the first time, just…you know…wanna be prepared.”

“I’m staying, I promise.”

“Good,” he answered, cupping the back of your head with his hand, and tucking your face into his chest. “I’m keeping you right here, though.”

You laughed quietly, the sound muffled by his skin, then said, “No objections here, Tony.”

It was right there, even closer to the love of your life than before, that you fell back into a deep sleep.

***

Tony woke up feeling wonderfully well rested.

Even after a rough night, having his first nightmare in a few weeks, he’d had Y/n with him the entire time. He was able to hold her just as tightly as he’d always wanted. She’d slept in his bed. With him. That was something he’d never before allowed himself to see as a possibility, even in this weird gray area their relationship seemed to float in.

She was there even now, soft and warm in his arms. The weak morning sunlight was streaming into his bedroom, the shades having stayed open after being drawn during the night. The air around New York City was surprisingly clear, the sky a brilliant shade of bright blue. Tony looked down at her, still somewhat tucked into him after he’d pulled her close last night. She’d shifted away a bit while they were sleeping, him ending up on his back and her still on her side, but his arms were still loosely wrapped around her waist. He tightened them instinctively, bringing her even closer.

With her, close would never be close enough.

Tony watched her. He brushed his fingers gently across where his hands met her body. She molded into them perfectly. It was like she was made to be held by him and him alone.

God, that was fucking cheesy. When had he started thinking things like that? He used to gag and roll his eyes whenever he heard something so blatantly romantic.

It was Y/n. It had all started when he’d fallen in love with Y/n.

Loving her had made him into a different man. A better one. She’d always tried to convince him he was good, someone worth sticking around for. Tony just figured eventually he should try to be the man she thought he was.

Now they were here. After last night, after the past two days, he knew there was something there. Their relationship was so different than any other he had, so much so that he knew it wasn’t simply platonic. Not for either of them. They’d always been so affectionate, but things had…escalated, to say the least.

Last night, he wanted to kiss her. He always did, but last night he almost acted on it. The way she’d looked at him…no one looked at him like that. Not before, not now, not ever. Only her.

Her eyelids fluttered, and she let out a deep sigh as she started to wake up. Stretching her limbs, she scrunched her face in that way he loved so much, and slowly opened her eyes. God, he loved her eyes. He’d never get enough of them, not for as long as he lived. As soon as Y/n saw him looking at her, she smiled shyly, moving closer so she could tuck her face into his neck again. Tony hoped she didn’t notice the goosebumps that erupted on his skin as her breath fluttered over it.

“Good morning,” she murmured, voice heavy with sleep.

“Good morning,” he answered, weaving his fingers in her hair. It had become a comforting habit, at this point.

“Did you get back to sleep?”

“I did, actually. Went a little better the second time around.”

“When the bar is on the floor, anything is possible.”

“…that was me level sass.”

“Learned from the best.”

Tony looked at her for a moment, and she stared back at him, then the two of them just burst out laughing. Once that dam broke, it was like they just couldn’t stop. He buried his face in her hair as she giggled uncontrollably into his chest.

What he wouldn’t give to have a million more mornings just like this one.

After a few moments of laughing with each other, Y/n sighed and just…melted into his arms. That’s the best and only way he could describe it, really. She just went completely limp, snuggling as close as she could. That seemed to be the theme of their relationship: be as close as possible, and even then it wasn’t close enough.

She pulled back and looked at him, a content look on her face as she said, “So…now that we’re in the light of the morning, are you still sure I can sleep here with you?”

Tony pulled a face and looked at her shrewdly, then saying, “Definitely not changing my mind on that, honey. Either you’re here with me or I mosey on down to your place to be with you. In fact,” he added as he brushed a stray piece of hair out of her eyes, “you’re gonna have to be blunt as fuck with me if you need space. Otherwise, you might just find me in your bed in the morning.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“Really?”

“Really,” Y/n whispered as she reached up and swept her thumb across his cheekbone, smiling contentedly to herself.

Tony had to say something. This gray area, this back and forth, he couldn’t stand it. He’d never been one for half assing things…and fuck if he didn’t want to kiss her right this second and never stop.

“Sweetheart,” he began quietly, “we should…we should probably talk.”

His stomach rolled as the smile fell away from her lips, her eyes flying up to meet his. Was this a mistake? Was he completely fucking this up right now?

“About what?”

“About,” he took a deep breath, “about what we are to each other. About how I feel.”

“Tony—”

“—look, I know we have a lot going on,” he interjected, “but I can’t keep doing this. I can’t keep holding you, touching you, be with you, and not say anything. Because I lo—”

“Tony”, she cut him off emphatically, bringing her fingers up to cover his mouth, “please, just…stop.”

Tony’s heart dropped. Had he read this entire thing wrong? How could he have. God, it had seemed so fucking clear. She was in his bed, in his arms…how could she not feel something? How could she think he didn’t?

“I don’t understand,” he muttered, moving to release her from his arms, “I…I thought…”

“No,” she stopped him, putting her hands on his arms to keep them where they were, “god, I’m just…if anything, I’m the one messing everything up right now.”

“Uh…you’ve gotta give me something here, because I’m more than a little confused.”

“I know,” she groaned, “I know you are. I know we need to have this conversation, and if we’re being honest, I want to right now more than anything—”

“—then why aren’t you letting me start? He cut her off harshly, “I’m really looking to take the plunge, here. You’ve just gotta let me.”

“Look,” she said as she cupped his face with her hands, “I want you to know that I want to have this conversation. I want to tell you about every single thing I feel for you, and how you make me happier than anyone ever has.”

“Then…what’s the holdup?” Tony’s heart swelled, his entire body warming just at the hint of her returning his feelings. But why was she stopping him?

“Because I’m,” she paused as tears welled in her eyes, “I’m a fucking mess.”

“Y/n, sweetheart,” he murmured, “I don’t care about that, I’m a bit of a mess too if you haven’t noticed. Didn’t we agree last night about how fucked up we were?”

“I know you don’t,” she sniffled, “but I don’t want us to go there while I’m drowning. You’re at least working on yourself; you’re getting better. I can’t drag you down with me, I couldn’t do that to you—”

“What if I want you to?” Tony asked firmly, bringing his hands up to cover hers, “What if I told you that’s all I’ve ever wanted? Ever since I met you, really.”

“Tony,” she said firmly, eyes boring into his, “when I tell you exactly how I feel about you, when I go there, I don’t want the start of everything to be marred by everything I have going on.” He stopped, looking at her. She…she was saying everything and saying nothing. When he didn’t respond right away, she plunged onward, adding in a rush, “I’m starting therapy today. I’ve decided. I want to be able to look you in the eyes, knowing I’m working on getting myself whole again, when I tell you.”

“…when you tell me? So there’s something to tell me?”

“There is,” y/n murmured, eyes softening, “god Tony, there is.” She rested her forehead against his, closing her eyes. “Just…can you give me a little time? Sort myself out?”

“As long as I get to keep holding you at night, just like this, then yeah,” he whispered, “I can do that. I’ve waited for you this long; I can go a little longer.”

“Are you sure?” She asked, looking at him again, “I don’t want to make this worse.”

“The only thing worse than waiting is having you back off,” he assured, “unless that’s something you want?”

“Fuck no,” she muttered, “you’re not taking your hands off me, if I can help it.”

Now that…that made his heart soar. Y/n didn’t say anything in explicit words, but she didn’t have to. She cared about him. She might even love him.

Tony could give her a little time. He could. He probably would’ve waited for the rest of his life, if he had to, but Y/n was telling him that it would happen soon. They’d talk, and really soon. He could give her this.

“Might make briefings and team dinners a little weird for everyone else,” he quipped, adopting his normal joking tone again, “but hey, you’re the best thing I’ve ever held in my life, so I’m down with it.”

“Natasha would spray us with a water bottle like chihuahuas if we did that.”

“Yeah, and Steve would swat us with a rolled-up newspaper. Doesn’t mean we shouldn’t do it, though,” Tony laughed, nudging her nose with his.

She giggled again as he leaned down to nuzzle at her neck, kissing her soundly right as the juncture between her throat and her shoulder.

A million more mornings like this one…it was all in sight. He just had to give her time.

***

Tony walked Y/n to therapy that morning. He kissed her temple as she walked into Dr. Schwarz’s office, promising her he’d be waiting at his place when she was done if she wanted to swing by. She had smiled nervously at him, reaching up to kiss his cheek, promising she would.

Y/n had a rough day after that first session. Crying on and off, flashbacks, panic all over the place…but he’d held her through it all. He’d never stop holding her, not as long as she’d have him.

She never had to be alone. Never again.

***

part 4

#tony stark #tony stark x reader #tony stark x you #tony stark x y/n #tony stark imagine #iron man imagine #mcu imagine #mcu fanfiction #hurt/comfort #fluff #jenna writes

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hello, just wanted to tell you how wonderful your work is, keep it up and keep rocking :) I was wondering if you could do a yandere Peter Parker x reader oneshot where the reader has powers and she's completely badass? But she kinda has self esteem issues and thinks her feelings aren't important. I'm sorry if I made you sad TvT

I will try my best! And thank you so much for the compliments ♡

Silent Shadow. That’s what she was. At least that’s what it was before the Avengers came. She was a assassin for a group called Hydra. Hydra was all she knew and that’s all she thought there was for her. She was there strongest asset, she was even able to rake down the Winter Soldier. She had beaten every hydra agent in a fight and she had many skills. You’d think she would just run away since she was able to overthrow them but Hydra made sure she would have no one to go to outside of them so they killed her parents and took her. She was alone. At least that was until she grew a relationship with her partner. A platonic one. She thought she had no one.

Until the day they showed up.

“Cap, how’s it looking out there? Need Code Green?” Bruce said from inside the quinjet.

“No, I think we are good Bruce. Tony is taking out the rest alongside Thor. Guess this base wasn’t as important.” Cap replied through the coms. It was true. It was a pretty easy mission, that was until they went towards the cells.

Bucky Barnes alongside Scarlet Witch and Quicksilver got rid of every Hydra Agent in the cells. At least the thought they did until they reach the very end cell with a complex lock. Bucky nodded at Wanda and she quickly used her powers to undo the lock.

Once inside they see a girl. She looked around 16 years old. Bucky froze.

Another assassin.

He knew her.

He rushed to the cyrochamber and opened it to the dismay of the team. They didn’t need another Hydra Soldier to deal with but he was not going to leave her in there. Steve walked into the room and saw him opening the chamber.

“What are you doing Buck?”

“I’m getting her out of here.” He spoke leaving no room for arguments.

“What if she’s dangerous?”

“I know her. She was my partner. She never wanted this. She always fought.”

“How do you know she will still fight?”

“I don’t.”

and finally it was open and he grabbed her then made his way back to the quinjet. The team that didn’t go to the cells were already there.

Tony was the first to notice Barnes carrying a girl.

“What do you got there?”

“...” Bucky didn’t respond. He wouldn’t explain back at the compound. He just wanted her to wake up. He wanted his little sister back.

Back at the compound

Her senses slowly came back to her and she woke up to her hand resting in somebody’s. She opened her eyes and saw.... Bucky! She lightly shook his hand making him shoot up.

“Doe!”

(I thought Doe would be a cute nickname since it forms from the only name they know which is Shadow.)

“Snowy!” She said happily. She was free. She was with her older brother. Everything would be okay.

And it was. For awhile. They took a blood test from her and found out she was Tony’s missing sister who was taken after the car crash with her parents. Her name was Y/N but some still called her Shadow or Doe in Bucky case. She didn’t blame Bucky but he sure blamed himself but he wouldn’t let himself cut her out of his life because of guilt. She developed relationships with the team. Tony and Bucky were her protective older brothers, Steve, Bruce, Clint and Thor were like uncles. Natasha was her aunt. Pietro and Wanda were like siblings. Then there was the day she met Peter. She had finally worked back up her courage and bravery, not to mention her cunningness. She was herself again, just more confident than before the accident. She walked around in stride, almost matching up to Natasha. She would work on her powers with Wanda and then make sure to spend time with her family.

He had come over to the tower after hearing about the new person at the tower from Tony. He had invited Peter to come over and meet his sister, Peter being addicted to pleasing his idol said of course and made his way over.

He was of course expecting a older woman since he knew Tony’s parents had died many many years ago, he was not prepared to see her.

Peter made his way up the elevator of the expensive tower after telling Jarvis what floor he wanted to be on. The elevator opened and there the team was in all their glory sitting on the couch waiting for him and the other guest to be ready.

“Hello Man of spider!” Thor boomed loudly as Peter stepped out of the elevator. Peter waved shyly at Thor and the others followed with their hellos. After a little more waiting Tony was impatient and called his sister to come down.

“Alright, Alright I’m coming! I didn’t even take that long! It would take longer to say your full title thing you like to say about yourself. Isn’t Genius, Billionaire Playboy, Kiss ass?” She smirked as she walked into the room. Peters eyes widened.

She was Tony Stark’s sister?

“Who’s did you want me to meet?” She questioned her brother as she smiled at him cheekily after forgetting the name of the person for the billionth time.

Tony rolled his eyes but he couldn’t stay mad at the sister who came back miraculously from the dead.

“Peter meet Y/N my little sister and Y/N meet Peter Parker aka Spider-boy.” Tony introduced and Peter stepped forwards almost in a daze and held out his when to shake formally.

“Nice to meet you.” Y/N said cheekily as he continued staring. He lightly shook his head and blushed embarrassedly.

“Nice to meet you too.”

She was more confident now away from hydra and he liked her personality.

And it truly was because that was the day that started his obsession with the one and the only

Y/N Stark.

He always came over to the tower to hang out with her as they had grown to be friends but Peter wanted more. Sometimes he came over and stalked her outside of the windows. Peter had hacked the tower from the inside to not detect him as Spider Man on the outside of the tower. Whenever he was in her room he’d touch everything he could and he secretly undid the latch to her window. He snuck into her room every night just to watch her sleep, watching as her chest raised and called from her steady breathing . He took pictures of her whenever he spied and had a secret collection of them filling his closest. He had even entered the room when the other Avengers had decided to run to the store for groceries dressed in their typical jacket, sunglasses, and baseball hats disguises. He cuddled into her blankets and breathed in her scene as he held into her pillow.

He was undeniably in love with Y/N Stark.

And he wanted her to be his.

His plan was soon put into action. He knew her schedules, wasn’t too hard she was required to stay at home as it was too dangerous because of Hydra.

One day he just got lucky, the team had to go out on a mission and she was required to stay home but Tony didn’t want her by herself so he called his trusted intern, Peter Parker. He was asked to go over to the tower to keep Y/N company and he immediately said yes.

And the day started off as usual for Y/N. She woke up and had breakfast, then sat by the tv watching her favorite show Once Upon A Time. She always like watching it because the character Jefferson reminded her of Bucky. She was halfway into episode 16 when Peter arrived in the Elevator.

“Hey Peter!” She called from the couch. She didn’t even look at him. It made him slightly mad. He should be her one and only. Not the stupid tv show.

“Hey Y/N.” He replied after he got over his anger.

“What do you want to do?” She questioned looking at him with a eyebrow raised.

“There are so many things I’d like to do.” He thought to himself but restrained from saying.

“It’s up to you.” He replied shortly continuing to think through his plan. He was confident it would go right if he followed each direction.

They went to the gym and she began to work on her powers while Peter watched her intently. He needed to know her powers if things were to go south with his plans. She first turned invisible then made force fields.

She continued to make the force fields bigger and Peter had to continue to back up to avoid getting hit with it. He began to get too far away. He also didn’t want her to thing that she could push him away like this.

“Y/N stop. You need to get food in you before you continue practicing. Your low on energy.” He faked looking concerned in order to manipulate her to feel bad. Of course she was usually defiant but she just wanted Peter to be happy. So she gave in.

“Alright.” He nodded in praise at her giving in. He knew how to get her now. She needed to please others. Probably a side effect from Hydra but it could be used to his advantage.

They then began baking... well more like Peter while she watched he made her sit down after he was worried about her burning herself. She needed to be taken care of. He also didn’t need her catching onto his plan, taking a pill out from his pocket and crushed it onto the cupcake he was going to give her. It looked like sugar. After being at hydra you’d think she would check her food before she ate. But she didn’t. She had to trust Peter of course. That’s what her brother wanted from her. She felt bad not being able to help around the tower. She felt as if she wasn’t contributing enough. Y/N thought it would help if she did what she thought was expected of her, not what she wanted. She wanted to bake. But if Peter didn’t want her to then she couldn’t deny it.

Then they watched tv but Peter hated it because again her attention was somewhere else. Halfway through Star Wars he turned off the tv and waited for it to work.

Just as he looked at her he could see her eyes be going to droop.

“Oh Y/N are you tired?” He questioned with fake concern.

“Oh, I am. Just a little bit. I slept well last night-“ she was cut off by a yawn. “I don’t know why I’m so tired. I’m sorry Peter. I knew you came over to hang out.”

“It’s fine Y/N. Just got to sleep.”

Just as he said that her eyes shut and he smiled victoriously. She was his. And she wasn’t ever going to leave.

He picked her up bridal style and took her into her room and sat her down on the bed while he changed into his Spider-Man uniform and packed her some clothes. They wouldn’t be coming back here. After packing clothes into a small back pack he picked her up once again and they went swinging out of the tower with Jarvis not even alerted because of Peter hacking it before to not detect his suit.

He arrived at a small house in the middle of the woods and carefully opened the door and brought her inside. Peter glanced around the rooms just in case then sat her in the bed, attaching a chain to her ancle. The clasp part of the chain had a little padding so it wasn’t hurting her but it did keep her there. He kissed her on the head and quickly changed out of his suit. Then got into the bed wearing boxers climbing in next to the sleeping girl. He wrapped a arm around her waist and sighed content.

She was finally his.

The Avengers got back to the tower and saw no one there. No struggle. Nothing.

Tony Lost his sister. Again.

Bucky lost his little sister. Again.

And

Peter had taken the love of his life to be all his.

At least until they check the tapes.

Sorry it’s taken me forever to write this. This was my first shot at a Yandere and I hope it’s good. Sorry if I should have done less back story and more Peter but I hope you like it. Anyways thank you for the suggestion. ♡

#peter parker #yandere peter parker #bucky barnes #tony stark #spiderman #peter parker imagine #peter parker x reader #Peter Parker x Stark!reader

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Long Stony Action/Adventure Podfics: a very specific rec list

Do you like podfics that:

feature the pairing Steve Rogers/Tony Stark (from any universe)

include fighting villains, solving mysteries, and/or traveling to exciting and dangerous new places as a major part of the plot

and are at least 3.5 hours long?

Then this is the list for you!

(Also, send me podfic or fic recs because it sounds like you have excellent taste.)

[PODFIC] Relativistic Heat Conduction

read by Pywren (Explicit, 8 hours) tumblr: @phyrrhicvictory

Summary: Ultron has attacked, obliterating most of the world's superheroes and resistance in a matter of hours. The remaining heroes band together and share what strength they have to get through it, to survive, and defeat Ultron once and for all. Steve Rogers grieves in the wake of the disaster and the heroes' defeat, and no one knows if he will be able to provide the leadership they need--but Tony Stark isn't about to let him slip away that easily.

Based on Relativistic Heat Conduction by BlossomsintheMist (@blossomsinthemist)

[podfic] Let Us Not Forget This

read by DuendeVerde4 (General, 4.5 hours) tumblr: @duendeverde4

Summary: Steve Rogers knew, knows, will know Tony Stark, the adventurer, the scientist, the futurist. And Tony Stark - well, he's not really fond of the idea of this Captain America fellow being assigned to tag along as he, Rhodey, Pepper, and Jarvis race to find a powerful relic before the Nazis do, but he just has to go with it. What he doesn't - and can't - realize is how deeply Cap is tied into his life in ways he can barely even understand.

Based on Let Us Not Forget This by citsiurtlanu (@citsiurtlanu)

The rest are below the cut!

I (created from fantasies) exist solely for you [Podfic]

read by badfinch (Teen, 7.5 hours)

Summary: Six years ago, without the Avengers Initiative there to save the day, scientist Dr. Eric Selvig sacrificed himself to save the world, the almighty demi-god Thor was lost to a terrible storm, and vigilante Iron Man – spotted with a nuclear weapon trying to take advantage of the situation – was forever labelled an enemy of SHIELD.

This is a comic book office AU, where Steve is defrosted a year too late, Thor has forgotten who he is, and no one knows Tony is Iron Man.

Also includes: office pranks, inappropriate post-it notes, and superheroes who like pina coladas and getting caught in the rain.

Based on I (created from fantasies) exist solely for you by Mizzy

[Podfic] Even the Light is an Illusion

read by Liannabob (Teen, 9.5 hours) tumblr: @liannabob

Summary: Death threats are an unfortunate side-effect of being Tony Stark, so he's learned to ignore them. The problem is, when someone really wants you dead, hiding your head in the sand just kinda exposes your ass.

But it's not just Tony's behind on the line. Whoever wants him dead wants him to suffer first, and they're willing to do anything to make that happen. Tony knows there's only one way out. To save Steve, the Avengers, and the general public, Tony has to die. Of course, death isn't always the end, and Tony does what any other self-disrespecting scientist would do: he finds a way to fake his death and avenge his own murder.

The trouble is, terrible decisions usually have a terrible price, and this one is no different. Tony has a chance to save the day, but the cost may be more than Tony was ever expecting to pay…

Based on Even the Light is an Illusion by Mizzy

[PODFIC] Maybe this Time

read by Pywren (Explicit, 3.5 hours) tumblr: @phyrrhicvictory

Summary: Tony’s better now. You can even say he’s superior. But all the money, alcohol, and sex can’t stop the incursions, and when his world is destroyed, he ends up on an earth ten years younger than his own.

One where Steve goes by the name of Nomad.

If there’s one thing Steve’s good at, it’s reminding him of what really matters, and maybe that makes Nomad the person Tony needs if he's going to save the universe.

Based on Maybe This Time by msermesth (@msermesth)

[Podfic of] When The Lights Go On Again

read by Dr_Fumbles_McStupid, kalakirya, KD reads (KDHeart), lattice_frames, lavenderfrost, miss_marina95, Opalsong, paraka, Superstitiousme, vassalady (Explicit, 19.5 hours)

tumblr(s): @dr-fumbles-mcstupid, @podficcerbynight, @kd-heart, @latticeframes, @missmarina95, @vassalady

Summary: Aliens have invaded earth, and the Avengers are scattered. While Steve leads the resistance, Tony once again finds himself playing captive scientist. In the midst of a violent alien regime, separated by seemingly insurmountable boundaries, Steve and Tony have nothing to keep themselves going but each other.

Based on When The Lights Go On Again by seanchai and elspethdixon

[Podfic] Straight on till Morning

read by M_Samro (Explicit, 11.5 hours) tumblr: @msamro

Summary: Tony Stark resigned his commission in Starfleet five years ago, after a disastrous away mission, and he swore he'd never go back. He just wants to be left alone to build warp engines in peace. But the universe has more in store for him than that, as he discovers when Admiral Fury comes to him with an offer he could never have expected and cannot possibly refuse: first officer and chief engineer aboard the all-new USS Avenger, a starship of Tony's own design. What's more, the Avenger's captain is Steve Rogers, hero of the Earth-Romulan War. Believed dead for over a century, Steve is miraculously alive... and very, very attractive.

But nothing is ever easy for Tony. As he wrestles with his secret desire for his new captain and his not-so-dormant fears, another mission starts to go wrong, and Tony becomes aware that Steve has secrets of his own -- and the truth could change everything.

Based on Straight on till Morning by Sineala (@sineala)

Descent [Podfic]

read by tinypinkmouse_podfics (Explicit, 7.5 hours) tumblr: @tinypinkmouse

Summary: A hundred years ago humanity fled to the skies to escape the Darkness spreading across the land. Now the Flying Cities are mysteriously sinking, imperilling every man, woman, and child who lives there. Together with the transmution mages Henry Pym and Lady Janet Van Dyne, and joined by the amnesiac immortal Dr. Donald Blake, High Wizard Anthony Stark mounts an expedition down into the Dark, determined to uncover the secrets of the magical calamity that wiped humanity from the face of the Earth.

Based on Descent by Teyke (@teyke)

[Podfic of] Waking The Dragon

read by Dr_Fumbles_McStupid (Explicit, 7 hours) tumblr: @dr-fumbles-mcstupid

Summary: Since humanity first started spreading across the land, pushing dragons back by sheer numbers, tensions have been high between the species. War is nearly endless, and Prince Tony, the half-human heir of the dragons, is sick of it. When King Howard of the dragons is poisoned, the fate of everything sits in the balance. In desperation to save his own life and to prevent decades of fighting over the throne, Tony sets off to find a cure.

Down in the foothills, Legati Steven of the human army finds himself with a missing friend and assassin, a suspiciously cagy adviser to the ruler and a desperate need to be less interesting. In the interests of scuttling his own career, he starts on his own mission to find his answers. When he runs into Tony, they discover just how complicated things really are.

Based on Waking the Dragon by tsukinofaerii

#stony #podfic #marvel fic rec

[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for being Tony Stark’s stepkid

Tony Stark x Potts!child!reader

warnings: alcohol mention

a/n: i rushed these so bad i just wanted to post dhhshsnsna

prompt: y/n is pepper’s kiddo!

it was just you and your mom for a long time

pepper and y/n potts

she couldn’t keep up with you sometimes, too busy dealing with the manchild that was mister anthony edward stark

speaking of—

“uh, who’s this?” -tony, pointing at you

“mr. stark, i am so sorry, the school closed because some kid set fire to the science lab and i didn’t have time to find a sitter—”

“no, it’s fine, no need to apologize. hey, kid, you wanna sit in the boss’s chair? i’ll let you run the company for the day!” *cue you nodding* “sweet, would you mind that, ms. potts?”

“oh? no, not at all” *mouthing* “thank you”

“so, uh, what’s your name? no, don’t tell me: ketchup.”

*giggling* “y/n”

“no way! that was my second guess!”

tony wasn’t used to being around kids

he had no idea that he was actually kind of good around them

despite a few minor hiccups

“you sit in my chair and im gonna spin you around, sound like fun?”

he spun you around WAY too fast and you were diiiiizzy, also you fell off the chair

“don’t tell your mom that we did that. she may be my assistant, but she scares the shit out of me. also, don’t say ‘shit’”

dude he just thought you were a cool kid!!!

“hey, you know, ms. potts, you dont really need to hire a babysitter anymore. y/n’s doing just fine hanging out here”

“how am i not surprised you befriended an actual child?”

she still took him up on his offer, you seemed pretty happy

when your mom worked late, you passed out in tonys office

tony and you had your own little secrets (like falling off the spinning chair), tony showed you around stark tower, and you practically lived there

“i got you a happy meal from mcdonalds!” -tony every day after your school

in all honesty, you weren’t the “popular” kid at school...not even close

but tony made up for it

“y/n! i found this old racecar toy in a box of old stuff, you wanna hold onto it for me?”

you kind of grew up in stark tower tbh? it was pretty cool

and as you grew up, you started to notice more

“mr. tony, do you have a crush on my mom?”

“do i what? no, no, i do—who the hell am i kidding? you caught me”

“called it!”

after that you did everything to try and get them together

when your mom was talking to tony, you would stand behind her and wiggle your eyebrows and just taunt tony endlessly

no! tony cannot remember your mom’s birthday for the life of him! you are his calendar now

“dude, why dont you just ask JARVIS to remind you?”

“i may be a genius, but that doesn’t mean i have common sense”

“wise words, sir” -JARVIS

when tony disappeared for 3 months you were so sad???? like you were not okay at all

no

and when he came back, he literally exited the plane saying “WHERE’S ‘T-POTT??’”

(your wonderful nickname. ‘t’ for ‘tony jr.’ and ‘pott’ for ‘potts’)

“my mom missed you”

“oh, i bet she did”

“you turned my child into you, tony. i will never forgive you for this”

“well, at least y/n was here to fill in for me, huh?”

tony wanted to show you the arc reactor but he was actually afraid of scarring you lmfaoooo

but he did let you in on the iron man secret (he knew you wouldn’t snitch)

and just to make sure:

“if you dont tell anyone, i’ll buy you a car when you turn 16”

“man, that’s like, forever away”

“good, maybe you’ll forget by then”

ur mom kinda maybe sorta found out abt iron man :/ she told you that tony was a bad influence

“mom! no, tony’s cool! he’s like a superhero”

“no, sweetie, he’s a rich guy with issues. we’re leaving”

that didn’t last long

not long at all

and soon they FINALLY got together

“jeez, i thought you two would never stop pining after each other”

“couldnt have done it without my wingman” -tony *fistbump*

“as thanks can i have my own iron man suit?”

“yes.” *pepper glaring at him* “no.”

sooner or later your mom and you moved into tony’s house and you got a really big room!!!!

it was completely decked out

king sized bed, flatscreen tv, mini-fridge, microwave, computer, your own bathroom with a smaller tv, a poster of tony??? (you vandalized it and put it in his workshop), and more!!!

okay you were spoiled

“do you like it here? are you sure i made the right choice?” -pepper

“are you kidding, mom? this is awesome! plus, you’re happy, i’m happy, tony’s happy, i think JARVIS is even happy!”

“i am, mx. potts. simply ecstatic” -JARVIS

pepper was really happy!! it was a pretty cool family

you started giving your school tony’s number if you ever got in trouble, you knew he’d cover for you

“mr. potts, is it?”

“sure”

“your child, y/n, punched another student in the face today. we’re very disappointed in their behavior”

“why’d they punch the kid?”

“well, the other student punched y/n first”

“HAH! thank you for wasting my time. send y/n back to class and call me back if something important comes up”

he literally gave you a high five when you got home

“i gave him a black eye!”

“i couldn’t be more proud. i mean, i dont condone violence, but self defense is a whole other story”

a little help in the workshop, tony asks you to hold the flashlight

“why don’t you get one of your robots to hold this for you?”

“are you kidding me, you’re complaining? we’re having stepdad/stepkid bonding time! and dum-e can’t do anything right, i dont trust him”

youve had a few theme park trips as a family ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

also tony has 100% told you to wait in the car and then left you alone for 2+ hours

“i’m not like a regular dad, im a step-dad. want some beer? you can have a little sip. i’d rather you do it in the house”

your mother actually does love how he actually cares about you!

“y/n is 12% my responsibility” -tony

“tony, you are impossible” -pepper

no avengering for you! pepper said no!!!!!!

disappointed but not surprised

iron man 3: y/n potts is put through the wringer

Text Message to Mr. Tony: bro you better come get your girl, me and happy are watching this other guy flirting with her. he’s showing her pics of his ‘big brain’

Mr. Tony: HE WHAT

Text Message to Mr. Tony: Tony he looks creepy i don’t want him to be my new stepdad do something!!!

anyways ur house kinda blew up and ur mom and you kinda got kidnapped and u were right abt that guy being creepy and thankfully no experiments were done on you but like your mom kinda almost died and her and tony were fine!!! all good in the end

you met mr. col. james rhodes that day

“aw, you’re the kid ive heard so much about” -rhodey

“you mean the coolest kid in the world?check.”

“you cant tell me you aren’t tony’s biological child, good god”

you got to meet the avengers later on too! (you’d already met natasha tho, only briefly)

“i know it can be a little overwhelming, right? meeting all these heros, legends even—” -rhodey

“oh, my god, is that thor? thor!!” -you, leaving rhodey in the dust

literally why does pepper trust you around tony something always goes wrong there were literally robots attacking, you were only at avengers tower bc your mom was busy with the company and she thought you’d be safe with the avengers. the AVENGERS.

“please dont tell your mom that i created a bad robot that tried to kill us. the robot will be the least of our problems” -tony

he made happy pick you up and you had to miss out on FUN and it sucked a lot

“it’s okay, y/n! i’m fun, too!” -happy

then your mom and tony took a break and your life got mega-boring for a while, but they weren’t separated for that long. you try not to think about it. it was brutal

Mr. Tony: Does she miss me?

New Message to Mr. Tony: I think so. Either that or she’s crying and drinking wine in the dark for no reason.

Mr. Tony: Damn it, now I feel bad. I miss her a lot. Oh, also, the Avengers say ‘hi,’ I’m in Germany with some bad news, I’ll explain later if you don’t see it on TV first, and I found you the perfect friend! His name is Peter and I think you’d like the school he goes to, it’s in Midtown. Smart kid school.

New Message to Mr. Tony: I’ll look into it, thanks. Also, I don’t like how those all connect. Please update me asap

watching the news to see several avengers arrested, cap on the run, and more!

“maybe it was good i didn’t fall in with the avengers”

tony and pepper finally got back together and you actually transferred to midtown high! peter and his friend group accepted you quickly, it was great. you and flash unfortunately had the most in common

you’d literally text happy right next to peter and he’d immediately reply to you. it hurt peter’s feelings

Momma: Sweetie! I’m working in the office late, leftovers are in the fridge, hope you have a wonderful day at school! 💕

👉👈the vulture tried to kill you for being tony’s stepkid, tony made peter promise to protect you

“y/n, you gotta stay out of harm’s way. mr. stark gave me an actual mission and it’s terrifying, i have to make sure you stay safe”

legit why the fuck was this old man tryna kill you bro grow up

anyyyywayssss your mom and tony got engaged!!

“wow, i thought the day would never come!!” -you

ppl told you tony isnt your stepdad bc ur mom and him werent married but who tf asked

why is the earth always in fucking danger

you and peter were just vibing on the field trip bus and all the sudden: space donut

“go! i’ll cover for you...FRIDAY, call tony”

“...hi there, little one”

“what the fuck”

“oh, so you see the aliens, too? well, at least im not crazy”

tony stark has left the atmosphere

you and your mom were kinda......not chillin tho

she and you didn’t sleep for a few nights, then ppl just straight up disappeared

plot twist: you survived the snap and your family was lucky to be alive, you even got a little sister who became a big handful!

only bad thing was all your friends dusted and you were pretty lonely

but watching morgan grow up kept you busy

“ahhh, shes so big!”

happy times in bad times

bad times!!!!! bc after five years thanos came back as thanos from like ten years ago. outdated thanos. obsolete thanos.

but you made your first and only appearance in the suit tony actually designed for you many years ago

you should have just stayed home tho bc that fight didnt pass the vibe check

“please dont tell me he...no, no, no, no, no”

you and your mom latched onto each other in tears, tony was one of the best people in your life, he made you and your mom two of the happiest people on earth

best stepdad a kid could ever ask for

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[captainjimothycarter]

What are Steve's wedding vows to Peggy?

Hey i wrote something since like Saturday. kinda proud of myself despite BAD anxiety over this.

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“Are you ready, Steve?”

The question came from Edwin Jarvis, the man sticking his head in through the curtains to smile at the nervous Captain. Steve just held up the bowtie in despair, trying to hide the shake in his fingers.

“I can mull down hundreds of Nazis. I can fight Hydra to the bone and-and nearly be killed by a frozen tundra, but what defeats me is a god dang bow tie!”

Jarvis laughed as he stepped into the small side room, giving him a comforting smile. “You know,” he mused as he started to do the tie. “When I was marrying my Ana, I was so nervous I fainted right as we got to I do.”

Steve felt himself gap, looking the man up and down. He could picture that, not that he would say it. He felt like he might faint before he even got out to where Bucky and Colonel Phillips were waiting for him.

“When I came to, my head was in Ana’s lap and I insisted she was an angel. She practically is - not that I’ll ever insist anything different. She’s never let me live that down, that rascal. The point is, Captain Rogers,” the man smirked as he finished the tie and smoothed it out along Steve’s neck. “It’s okay to be nervous.”

“I’m...Captain America, I shouldn’t be nervous, I wasn’t nervous when-”

“Let me ask you something,” Jarvis spoke over him, patting the guy’s shoulders to get him to sit down. He pulled a comb out of nowhere and started to fix Steve’s mousy hair from his constant fingers combing through it. All Steve could do was look on in the mirror. “When you bulldozed through of Hydra agents or lead your Howling Commandos through countless missions or did whatever you did in what the reports do not say, were you nervous?”

“Of course not, those guys depended on me. I couldn’t afford to be nervous or second think my actions, someone might’ve died.” Plenty of people did, in ways Steve could’ve never stopped or predicted unless he’d been there, but he was one person.

Not that Jarvis was asking about this.

“Exactly. They depended on you. You needed to be ready for anything, to overcome anything Hydra would’ve thrown at you. Yet with Miss Carter, you’re nervous about your wedding? It’s practically a tradition to be nervous. Do you know what that means?”

“That I’ll fumble my vows or drop the rings and it’ll roll into a gutter, never to be seen again?”

Jarvis snorted and lightly squeezed Steve’s shoulder. “No, Captain Rogers, it does not. It means that you love her. You love Miss Carter with every fiber of your being. It means you, my friend, will have an amazing wedding and marriage. Even if you do fumble, you can do no worse than me and fainting.”

Steve covered his face, trying to stabilize his breathing. He did love Peggy - Jarvis was right. There was no doubt about that. He loved her. Loved her so damn much he might explode. He just...was nervous.

“Being nervous,” Jarvis continued as he put the comb away and tilted Steve’s head up to inspect himself in the black and white suit. “Being nervous is a tradition. It means you love her. I’m sure Miss Carter is nervous too.”

Steve’s mouth opened to counter, Peggy couldn’t be nervous - he’s seen her stare enemies dead in the eye and not miss a beat. He’s seen her let herself get shot if it meant saving the hostage. He’s seen her survive countless trails and still stand on top at the end of the day. There’s no way Peggy was nervous. Yet, the second he opened his mouth to say something, Bucky stuck his head through the curtain.

His hair was perfectly parted thanks to his mother’s intervention. He was sure the second his ma wasn’t looking, he would mess it up. The suit he wore was a little on the older side, insisting he got to wear his dad’s suit to this wedding.

“You ready, Stevie? That green isn’t a good shade, bud.”

Steve gently swatted at Bucky’s chest as he adjusted the suit once more, trying to take in a deep breath to calm down.

“Shut up. I’m just...nervous. How’s everything looking? We ready?”

“Ready as we’ll ever be. Ole Phillips is grumbling as ever. Dugan is waiting up there, Angie is ready. We’ve already had to stop the niece and nephew from throwing the flowers everywhere.”

“Oliver and Penny really like those roses, huh?” Steve’s lips twitched into a small laugh at the idea of the kids going haywire with those roses. “And Peggy? Is she…?”

“Ana and Rose and even Howard are in there, it’s alright.” Seeing his friend’s panic look, he smoothed down his suit again, the metallic hand glimmering in the dull light of the chapel. “Let’s get this party started and get you two crazy kids married.”

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“Always knew you two would end up together,” Phillips grunted as Steve stood nervously, shifting from foot to foot. “From the second she laid eyes on that scrawny form of yours.”

Steve laughed, a more forceful laugh given the nervous state he was in. He watched Jarvis politely sit down after checking in on the girls, Rose already coming up to stand by them. Bucky clapped Steve on the shoulder, squeezing him too hard.

“Told you,” he chuckled. “You two were meant to be…”

“‘cept you shouldn’t have shown up in the bar when we were having your public funeral,” Dugan interjected. “Not the best idea, Cap.”

“You’re lucky Carter didn’t shoot you on the spot, coming up with a soiled uniform, and half that glass in your chest,” Phillips grunted.

“Wouldn’t have hurt as bad, if-”

Steve stopped the second he heard Ana playing the piano, turning on his heels and towards the door.

He watched Oliver and Penny run through with the flowers, throwing them everywhere but the floor. His little giggle and the laugh through the chapel made him relax a little, but the second he saw Peggy, everything was back in full force.

She was...beautiful, spectacular. A thousand words he couldn’t think to say. His mind nothing but a fine-tuned sound of buzzing as he watched her slowly walk through that door. Ana had worked perfectly on that dress, the trim, the lace, every down to the last details of the pearls knitted into the collar.

Steve could feel the tears burning in his eyes as she slowly stood in front of him, hearing in the corner of his mind, Phillips muttering about sap.

He loved her.

“You look…” Steve struggled with the word as he held onto her glove-laced hands, looking down at them and slowly back to those beautiful hazel eyes that he’d fallen in love with before he even knew what color they were.

“I know,” Peggy finished, squeezing his hands. “You look pretty dashing yourself. We-”

“How about we get this show on the road, huh?” Phillips asked, breaking the silence, and the music slowly melted into the background. “We all knew we’d end up here today. It was just a matter of time and if it was legal or not. I expected you two to just waltz into my tent one day and demand to be married, the laws and logic be damned.”

“Almost,” Steve mused, shrugging his shoulders. Phillips’ grey eyes were trained on him, brow rose as if to ask what. “I proposed to Peggy after she’d been shot during the hostage situation of ‘44.”

“Son.” The tone said all and the Howling Commandos laughed the loudest. Steve glanced over to see Peggy’s side of the family, most with pursed lips. They still weren’t pleased that their daughter was marrying a Yankee.

“We told him to do it,” Dugan interjected.

“Dared him, actually,” Jones added.

“Double-dog dared him,” Bucky said.

“Actually, we told him to do it or we would on his behalf,” Pinky reminded them.

“We-”

Phillips’ look silenced Falsworth on the spot, the man clearing his throat and stepping back in line. “We’re no longer at war, boys, you don’t have to keep defending your Captain under insane circumstances. I’ll never forget about the damn goat incident.”

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It was only a few minutes later before Phillips cleared his throat again and nodded towards the couple. “The couple has written their own vows. Ca-Steve, would you like to go first?”

Steve blinked as he felt Peggy’s eyes on him, trying to calm his racing heart down. “Okay, yeah. Yeah,” he breathed, taking the paper Dugan had passed him. “I stayed up till 4 in the morning working on this. Mr. Jarvis had to eventually take the pen from me so I’d sleep.”

“And he didn’t accept my help,” Howard muttered just loud enough for Steve to hear, making the Captain flush.

“Okay, here it goes,” Steve breathed, unfolding the paper and trying not to let how nervous he was shown. His hands were already starting to shake and he was afraid sweat would ruin the ink.

Peggy’s hand gently closed around his wrist and offered him a comforting smile. “It’s okay, darling. Just us. Not a whole platoon of guys to play Star-Spangled Man With A Plan.”

If he wasn’t blushing then, he was now.

“Peggy, I…” Steve looked down at the paper and back up at her. He could hear Jarvis’s voice in the back of his head telling him that when he got up there, he’d know what to say. Fumbling or not.

“Peggy, I love you. I’ve loved you ever since I first laid eyes on you and I didn’t know it. I didn’t know what the color of your lips was or the color of your eyes or your hair or even your uniform. I didn’t know the true sound of your voice or the smell of the roses on your skin. I didn’t know much then - hell I don’t know much now -”

A few people laughed and Steve lowered the paper, looking dead into his wife-to-be eyes.

“I didn’t know much then. I just knew you were hell on high heels and damn anyone who got in your path. When you first knocked out Hodge, I felt my breath taken away. When you ran for the grenade too, I wanted my last sight to be of you, swore I was goin’ blow myself up to a million pieces. Our first conversation in that car might’ve been one of our lasts and I was glad it was with you, someone who understood me. Understood what it was like to be discriminated against because we’re us… Because I was sickly and small and you were a woman, a girl, a-”

“You still don’t know how to talk to women, do you?” Peggy asked, blinking the tears from her eyes and making Steve give a wet laugh.

“I”m afraid not, how I managed to get you to fall in love with me is a wonder. The point is, Pegs, I love you, from the bottom of my heart. All through the war, we talked about what we wanted after. I insisted on a white-picket fence, a house in some neighborhood, that we’d build the perfect life together and well...you saw where that lead us. Me to a watery grave and you punching me out when I showed up at that bar. Even if I was late for our dance.

I just...I love you. Life has taken us on insane turns from clearing our friend’s name to-to living in LA for a few months. To...to here. To me finally getting the guts to purpose to you. Or more like catching my breath. I need you in my life and I’m lucky to have you. I’m more than happy to sit on the sidelines and let you work, to raise our kids or tend to a home, to do anything you ask. I’m more than happy to just be yours. I just...I need to be yours like I need to breathe. You are my life, Peggy Carter, and I’ll have no other but you. I’m lucky to be your husband, to be by your side through it all.”

Peggy didn’t bother to hide the few tears running down her face, thankful Angie had fixed her makeup just right to prevent the tear streaks from showing. She cleared her face off with the handkerchief Rose had given her and sniffled.

“Sap,” she laughed, shaking her head. “I stayed up late last night but not writing these vows. I...told myself I knew what I was going to say when I got up here, but I’m mistaken. I can only say I love you, Steve Rogers. You are my life. My soul. When I was young, I insisted I wouldn’t marry. I insisted my life was to slay dragons, rescue knights, be a pirate. To be anything but the lady my mother wanted me to be.

I insisted I knew what I wanted for myself. That I-I wanted to be a codebreaker and I was good at it. I-”

“And saved our lives with it,” Howard said, causing them to laugh.

“Yes, Howard, thank you. I am good at it. I’m great at it. I insisted that’s all I could do to help the war effort, to maybe consider becoming a nurse but my mother and Fred forbidden it. I insisted I loved Fred because my mother did. I insisted that I could do some good by staying home, being the good wife, and keeping my head down. I insisted on a lot of things but for myself…

It took Micheal’s death for me to see there was more for me out there. The SSR was life-changing for me. Getting to serve under Colonel Phillips’ here, getting to meet you, even if you were...different.”

“It’s okay, call him a shrimp like I did,” Phillips interjected, making Peggy give a wet chuckle. “Kid got that sandwich after all.”

He swore the man smiled at him - even if Steve wouldn’t admit it.

“You were different. You stood out from the rest and it was because of your good heart. Yes the grenade incident, but you helped the nurses around the base. You helped collect herbs for them when we ran out of pain killers, you remembered decades-old healing practices that your mother taught you. You gave some of the guys, even if they were bastards to you, advice on how to fix their broken shoelaces or how to even hide the knives better in their clothes. You were kind and sweet-hearted and I wanted you from the start.

Even after your serum, you didn’t change. You saved that kid. You saved me, even if I was quite upset about it.”

“You did yell at me a lot for pushing you out of the way,” Steve interrupted, remembering that chaotic day.

“You were running with no shoes on and shoved me out of the way of an oncoming car. I had to yell about something.” She smoothed down his suit and sighed, shaking the veil. “Even after that, Steve, I...I love you. I loved you from the start. During the war, that love only grew. I thought we hid it well.”

“No,” Bucky snorted. “No, you two did not. Everyone knew.”

“Yes, thank you, James,” Peggy huffed, giving her friend a roll of her eyes. “That love for you grew and I’m only sorry we didn’t act sooner, that we didn’t kiss more or-or risk it to just touch each other in blatant public when we needed the comfort because it was a war. I am sorry that it took this long to get here - but we’re here. Look at us. We’re here, sweetheart. We’re getting married after all in a setting of our choice, with our friends and family. It’s worth the wait.”

“You’re always worth the wait,” Steve whispered, swallowing the lump in his throat.

“I love you,” Peggy whispered, squeezing his hands. “I loved you then, to now, and forevermore. I’ll never stop loving you, no part of my soul will be complete without you. You are my light, Steven Grant Rogers, as I am your compass, your true star north. You are my light and I want nothing more from you than a life that we paved together.”

There was no dry eye around them, even the grisled Colonel was sniffing slightly and wiping at his eyes. He squeezed the book in his hand and gave the couple a warm smile. “Aren’t you two kids sweet? Why don’t we wrap this up so you two can kiss like how you did in the supply closets?”

Steve felt his ears burn, turning back to Peggy and holding her hands. He wasn’t sure how he survived the rest of the ceremony. Of Bucky bringing the rings to them, his ma’s old ring that Howard had cleaned up and engraved with their wedding date on it. Peggy’s father’s wedding band.

He wasn’t sure how he barely got the words I do our before Peggy was jumping on him to kiss him and Steve’s arms found a way around her frame to pick her up and kiss the life out of her.

The wedding they dreamed of and feared that they never had.

A life yet to come with many memories down the road.

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[dontcallmecarrie]

Sooooo

What'd happen if Justin wasn't snapped but Steph/Timmy was???

I imagine he'd call in all of the forces and give Thanos a special type of hell after figuring out time travel with the help of his allies and you can bet-

That he SWEARS

and then the others reaction to him callin in all the favours???

realisin how powerful justin's charisma stat is???

...if what you're wanting to see Justin's weaponized charisma, don't worry, that's going to happen regardless in NHDD.

Remember he's practically untouchable, so dealing with him as a villain is kinda like trying to get rid of giant hogweed.

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As for if he were one of the survivors of Thanos' Snap: it really sounds you want to see this AU's characters in a very different genre that what it currently is.

For the record, his family doesn't need to get Snapped to piss Justin off; he has enough basic human decency to look around at the the desolation that's going on around him, and go "you know, this is a problem."

Because, I mean... some guy just went and genocided half of reality because he has the same logic as that one asshole who failed Econ 101. No way anyone's happy about that.

So he goes, "hey, Tony? New contest: first one to fix this wins."

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Here's the thing about Justin Hammer: he's nobody special. Isn't a genius, isn't a super-soldier, or alien magician or what-have-you. All he has going for him is some faded echoes of a past life he's long since forgotten, which, in the great scheme of things, isn't much.

But.

No matter how many times he's been knocked down, he always gets back up, and faced the world with a smile.

Kindness was an active choice; no one knew it better than him. It wasn't much, compared to everything, but. It was something he could do, for the people around him.

So when this latest tragedy struck, Justin stepped up. Just like always.

His concern wasn't always welcome— his composure meant some people were actually angry at him, for not grieving the way they did, for not breaking down and becoming yet another of the increasingly grim statistic that was the post-Snap suicide rate. He didn't know how to break it to them that he understood— understood far too well, the magnitude of what had happened, that the only reason he was able to get up in the morning was because he knew people needed him and if not for that, he wouldn't know what to do with himself.

But they didn't ask, so he didn't say.

Just got back up, and greeted people with a smile, and asked them if they'd eaten in the past few hours. It wasn't much, but it was all he could do.

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Tony's depression was hard to deal with; after he got back from space, he'd locked himself in his private workshop and refused to come out for the longest time.

Justin was grateful that Pepper and JARVIS let him in every day he came over, even if it was only to knock on the blacked-out door and quietly sit for about an hour, occasionally talking about his day and leaving a small bag of trail by the doorway when he left.

The bag was never there when he showed up the next day.

It took nearly three months for that door to open. When it did, Tony looked haggard, almost as bad as when he'd been dying of palladium poisoning, and latched onto him like a limpet as he pulled Justin into his workshop, and quietly started mumbling about time travel and magic and huh, yeah, Justin knew a guy who could probably help. More than one, even.

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Victor von Doom glared daggers at the blackboard with the damning theorems.

"I'm telling you, it won't work, this realm doesn't have the metal alloys necessary for that type of array to function!" Loki insisted, underlining the pesky variable responsible for their latest failure in combining technology and magic.

"What keeps us from getting it?" Ivan grumbled, as if they hadn't had this conversation eleven times before and sure enough—

"If you want to try your hand at stellar metallurgy, by all means! The dwarves of Nidavellir took centuries to refine their craft and they're almost entirely wiped out, but sure, be my guest."

"Guys, mind having someone else who doesn't think you're speaking Greek?" Justin called as he entered the room, and they both looked over as he ushered in—

Loki blinked. "You brought Stark?"

"Hey, Stark," Victor leaned over, "remind me what the friction coefficient of that element you made was, again? I have an argument to win."

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Bucky had just sat down in the stupidly comfortable armchair, mug of tea in hand, when someone pounded at the front door.

"Tony! We know you're in there!" An annoyingly familiar voice called, and he groaned.

Tony was in the middle of yet another science-slash-engineering-slash-magic binge with the others, and once they were on a roll the house could be burning down and they'd never notice.

Justin had ended up putting out the fire, that time, which was as much a sign as anything because he had the least self-preservation out of all of them under normal circumstances. Not that circumstances were anything approaching normal these days, but still.

...where was he going with this, again?

The door frame trembled, and the yelling started up again.

Justin looked over from where he'd been sorting through some files at the kitchen table with a slight frown. "Winter, I hate to ask this of you, but could you—"

He raised a hand, and chugged his tea as he made his way to the door. "On it."

A few seconds later—

"Bucky?"

Ugh. The things he did for these people.

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aka if we go this route, the main overall beats don't really change but the tone definitely does.

Justin has no idea just how much his presence does for the people around him, and they themselves wouldn't actually notice either until he's gone, but... well, you get the idea.

For the record: he doesn't have a beef with the Avengers only because he's too busy keeping Tony from blaming himself, but there is no love lost there. That end scene was them trying to convince Tony to help them figure out how to fix it, not knowing he'd joined forces with Cabal and is several steps ahead of the curve there.

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