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#i know tony is hella rich but it was just too good to pass up
trashwhattrash · 5 years
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Date night
Peter: Why do you always bring me on your dinner dates?
Pepper: Because we love you!
Tony: Because dinner is 25% off when you bring a kid under 12
Peter:
Pepper:
Tony:...and we love you
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Genius, playboy, billionaire, firefighter
Word count: 1k
Warnings: Mentions of fire
Summary: How Tony Stark ended up being a firefighter
a/n: The CPAT mentioned is The Candidate Physical Ability Test (CPAT) which is the recognized standard for measuring an individual’s ability to handle the physical demands of being a firefighter where participants must navigate eight separate events on a closed course within a span of 10 minutes and 20 seconds. Each event simulates a physical skill or function that firefighters experience on the job.
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“All I’m saying is I don't understand why you’d decided to be a firefighter, Tony,” Clint yelled at Tony who was kneeling on the branch of the tree with a cat in his arms, from the bottom of the ladder.
It was a typical cat-got-stuck-on-tree call so now all they had to do was pass the cat to the owner and also ‘interrogate’ Tony.
Before Tony could say a word, Captain Rogers interrupted, “Hey, less talk more work!”
“Yes sir,” The two firefighters mumbled.
Fire House 124.
“So why did you decided to become a firefighter, Stark?” Captain Rogers asked the one big question everybody’s been meaning to ask since the day Tony Stark stepped into the firehouse.
They were all gathered round the dining table, having dinner after a call.
Tony rolled his eyes at the question, “Seriously, you too Steve?”
“C’mon, you’re Tony Stark. The heir of Stark Industries, also a genius and a billionaire.” Steve passed the bowl of meatballs to Clint after scooping some on his plate.
“Yeah, you could have been sipping margaritas on some private island as we’re speaking, but instead you graced us with your presence, my liege.” Sam stood up and bow at Tony who was sitting across him, throwing some fancy hand gestures too which earned the laughs from his fellow firefighters except Tony of course. He buried his face in his palms, clearly annoyed and embarrassed by his idiotic crewmate.
“I know I used to be a stuck-up rich playboy but i’ve changed, okay?” Tony groaned when he saw Natasha’s smirk, Thor’s scrunched eyebrows and Bucky trying hard containing his laughter.
“Hey old man, you don’t get to judge me. You nearly killed my parents.” Tony pointed a fork at Bucky who now had an offended look on his face.
“Wha-“ Bucky threw both his hands up, “Hey hey that was one time, besides they were totally fine. An-and just because I like 40s music doesn’t mean I’m old!” Bucky tried to defend himself but nobody seemed to believe him.
“Tones, you still haven’t answered the question…” Natasha narrowed her eyes at Tony who seemed to be uncomfortable at her staring. Tony sighed. He knew he’d have to tell them one day or another.
“I didn’t always want to be a firefighter, obviously. 20-year-old me probably would laugh at the idea of me saving lives, running into fire whatsoever. When I was around 30, my father, Howard Stark wanted me to slowly take over the company. But that’s not what I wanted, I wanna just modify cars, have fun, fool around and not care about having to manage a huge ass company.” Tony played with the spaghetti with his fork.
“My father threatened me by cutting my allowance and kicking me out of the house, actually every house he owns. He knew I had a knack for modifying cars. What he didn't know, was that I was hella good at it and I’ve earned enough. So I ran away, at the age of 30, like a teenager.” He scoffed, shaking his head at how ridiculous it was when he was younger.
Clint covered his mouth with the back of his hand as he yawned subtly, at least he thought he was subtle but Tony caught it.
“Hey crow-man! Are you really yawning? I’m telling you guys my life changing story and you’re fuckin’ yawning!?” Tony decided to throw a meatball at Clint. Having a fast reflex, Clint caught it with his bowl and high-fived Thor who was laughing boisterously.
“Anyways, as I was saying,” Tony glared at Clint who now looked like a child being reprimanded by his parents. “I wanna rebel against my old man, so I joined the NYFD for fun.”
“So, you’re telling me you passed the written test and CPAT for fun?” Captain Rogers raised his eyebrows, clearly surprised by Tony’s answer.
“Well, at first yes. I was gonna quite after my probationary period but a call made me realized, maybe I’ve found my calling. We were on this two-alarm fire, dispatch confirmed there weren’t any victims inside but when we went in, I heard someone. We were ordered to evacuate when the building was about to collapse but I just couldn’t leave anyone behind so I went against the orders and thank goodness I went back to the fire. It was a teenager, ran away from home after a fight with his parents. I got a warning for insubordination but it was worth it. I still receive postcards and letters from the boy or should I say man, until now. He’s married and has two kids.” Tony let out a breath, smiling fondly at the memories. “And that’s my story.”
Peter, the youngest of the bunch raised his hand up timidly. Everyone’s attention went to him, some cooing at how cute he was. They hadn’t got a new recruit for some years since Wanda and this kid was polite and hardworking, also young enough to be Tony’s child so automatically Tony became somewhat of a parent figure to the young man.
“You dont have to raise your hand to ask a question, ‘Spider boy’,” Natasha teased at Peter whose face scrunched up at the nickname.
Wanda smiled at Peter, “What do you want to ask, probie?” Her Sokovian accent was still prominent but it was less heavy than when she was first recruited.
“Uhm Mr. Odinson, why does everybody call you ‘hammers’?” Thor choked on his water and coughed until his face was red and hot. Tony had to pat his back to calm him down.
Bucky and Sam burst out laughing, “Oh my god, the day has finally come.”
Peter was confused by his teammates’ reactions; they were either laughing or wheezing or trying to contain their laughter except for Thor who looked extremely embarrassed.
“Well, you see, he-“ Clint was cut off by the blaring alarms indicating a call they had to respond to.
“Saved by the bell, how convenient.” Wanda tilted her head, smiling teasingly at Thor who was grumbling while getting up.
The firefighters hastily shoved as much food as they could in their mouths and ran towards the fire engines. Bucky patted Peter on his shoulder as he got up, “That’s another story for another time, probie.”
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starkeristheendgame · 4 years
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Do you take prompts? Because I would love to read something about prof!tony or prof!peter giving an online lecture while the other one sucks his dick under the table 🥺
This was a hella *chefs kiss* prompt and honestly, thank you so much for bringing this to me. I loved writing this and I had so many ideas! Big love to the Discorders or listened to me ramble and brainstorm. Prof!Tony railing his twinky little husband's throat? Sign me up. The POV varies throughout.
TW: Choking | Hair pulling | Exhibitionism/Voyeurism | Mild Daddy kink
Watching Peter sleep was one of Tony's favourite parts of being married. Peter looked so soft and so young, peaceful and golden in the morning light. He was a pillow hog, but that was fine by Tony. It encouraged him to actually get out of bed. He still wanted to shake his younger self for agreeing to morning lectures.
Peter looked serene and unbearably soft as he lay there, nose pushed up a little against the rich blue pillowcase, legs wrapped loosely around Tony’s own as he blinked away the sleepiness. He’d woken up a few minutes before his alarm and had turned it off before it woke his partner. His engineering students had an upcoming online test, and he’d agreed to host a lecture over Zoom while the University was closed for extermination after a bunch of insects and rats from the Biology lab escaped.
Tony shuffled a little closer, sliding across the bed to press their cheeks together, tipping his head so he could brush a soft kiss to the smooth roundness of Peter’s cheek. Sometimes he envied the boy his age - All soft skin and lithe muscle, not a laugher line or grey hair to be found in comparison to Tony’s crinkled eyes and the grey that streaked from temple to temple.
He kissed him again, just on the slope of his brow, then the corner of his little mouth, where it was lax and parted. He let his fingertips trail Peter’s arm gently, loathe to wake him up but knowing that the moment he’d try to get up, he’d be roused anyway. He kissed him again, a little firmer, hand skimming Peter’s side and flank and the boy breathed in a little deeper, shifting to nuzzle closer.
“Good morning” Tony murmured into his cheek, scraping the rasp of his stubble along Peter’s jaw as the boy’s lashes fluttered, then lifted.
“Ugh, no. I can already sense its too early” Peter grumbled, but his eyes were shining as he turned his head, catching Tony’s mouth in a languid, slow kiss. It was as deep as it was sleepy, and Tony sucked Peter’s bottom lip briefly, skimming it with his teeth before he pulled away. If he let the boy sink his claws in now, he’d never make it to the lecture. Peter’s hand slid from the pillow to cup his jaw, thumb stroking over the edge of his stubble before it moved up, sliding into Tony’s messy bed-head and gripping, pulling him back down with a smirk.
Vixen, Tony thought, but he let the boy manhandle him into another kiss, biting his tongue in retaliation for being so sly before he pulled away again. “I only have fifteen minutes before the lecture” he reminded his husband softly, and Peter’s gaze was devilish.
“Aren’t old men supposed to cum quickly?” He teased, and Tony growled at him, raising a hand to land a swat to a pert, round asscheek.
“Brat” he informed his husband sternly, though he was smiling as he took his hand, pressing a soft kiss to the diamond ring that glittered below his knuckle. The boy alternated between wearing it on his hand and on a necklace, and it still made Tony feel warm all over to see it. To know Peter was his. He moved to rise, and Peter came after him again, pressing him down into the mattress by the chest, slinging a leg over him and crawling atop his body.
“Daddy’s brat” Peter reminded him, hips rolling in a lazy, gentle thrust. The boy was almost always hard in the morning, and his slender length nudged at Tony’s bare hip, riding the jut of the muscle before he settled his hands on Peter’s hips, stilling him with a squeeze and a gentle kiss to the cheek, before he threw the boy aside like throwing off the covers.
“Brats are always in need of an exercise in patience. Consider this one” he offered, flashing his husband a smile and a wink as he darted to his feet and out of reach. He lamented it, but he knew it was the only way he’d be presentable and ready in time for his lecture. He shuffled through making a coffee and brushing his teeth, scarfing down an apple and a peach for a quick breakfast before he roamed back into the bedroom.
Peter was sprawled atop the sheets when he walked for the closet, scrolling through his phone and looking a little more awake. He’d brushed his teeth judging by the white smear on his shirt collar, and Tony shook his head fondly as he pulled on a loose pair of slacks and a white shirt. He wasn’t going to make too much of an effort, but he also wasn’t going to make the mistake of thinking nobody could tell he wasn’t wearing any pants.
“It should only be an hour, sweetheart. Try not to die of boredom while I’m gone” he teased his husband, leaning down to press a soft, fond kiss to his forehead. He didn’t trust Peter with a kiss to the mouth, and he hurried from the room before the boy could make any pitiful protests, moving to the office space they’d converted the empty second bedroom into. He’d actually made good time, and he was settled and ready by the time the first few students popped into the Zoon call. None had made the same effort - Rumpled and sleepy and several still clearly in bed.
They talked idly as more students began to file in, and when Tony had done a count and had his full fifteen, he settled them down and loaded up the shared files, delving straight in. They went through various topics one by one, covering what each student felt insecure on. Half an hour passed quicker than he’d expected, and he looked up to find Peter in the doorway, brandishing a fresh coffee and motioning for him to take a pause.
“Alright, guys. We’ve done well so far. Lets take a quick break. Everyone come back in five minutes, okay?” He told them, and disconnected his camera and audio. He double-checked it, then pushed his chair back from the desk a little, curling an arm around Peter’s hips as he accepted the coffee held out for him with an appreciative groan. “Ugh, thank you, honey. I needed this” he admitted, leaning his head into Peter’s soft tummy, breathing in their mixed scent from his shirt.
“Mm, do you have to go back to them?” Peter asked, voice husked and low as he set Tony’s fresh mug aside and cradled his head, tugging teasingly at the hair near his nape. Tony groaned and tipped his head back, ready to tell his little slut to be patient, when Peter stooped and kissed the words from his mouth, like he knew what Tony was about to do. Tony sighed into his mouth, but accepted it, grunting when Peter shuffled to stand between his knees, hands braced on his thighs as he coaxed his mouth open.
“You - Shit. I only - Gave them - Five minutes” Tony managed between kisses, pulling away when Peter’s need to breathe gave him the opportunity. He risked a glance at the clock. Three minutes. And then Peter’s mouth was on his neck, suckling, licking, and his hand found its way into Peter’s hair unbidden, threading through the dark curls as he tipped his head. “No marks” he warned, trailing a hand up and down Peter’s side.
“Mm, I know” Peter responded against his skin, moving down to push aside his shirt collar to get at the sculped bone beneath, teeth sinking in just enough to slightly redden the flesh before he moved, sinking to his knees.
“Uh, uh. Come on, darling. I’ve gotta help them, they have a test. I can’t do the old ‘dropped connection’ this time” Tony sighed, hands moving to Peter’s shoulders to try and coax him back to his feet as their time rapidly ran out. It would probably look suspicious as it was, and his gaze was on the clock when Peter's mouth closed over his cock through his slacks, wet and warm as he laved his tongue from balls to tip. He heaved a breath, felt his traitor of s cock twitch in interest.
"Peter" he warned, because he knew instantaneously where this was going. Peter had always had a thing for Tony’s profession, and he’d lost count of how many times it had made its way into the bedroom with them. Roleplaying, Tony using Peter as stress relief after classes, the way that Peter whimpered Professor Stark between mewls.
Peter simply tipped his head to blink up at him, demure and sultry both as he settled under the desk on his knees, arms wrapping around Tony’s thighs firmly as an indication he wasn’t going anywhere as he closed his lips over where Tony’s sensitive tip lay against his thigh, suckling until the fabric of his slacks was sopping. Tony hissed a breath, looking up at his computer screen/ Most of his students were back.
Objectively, he knew this was wrong. Morally and legally both; and yet…
“Do not give me any regrets about this, Pete” he warned, voice low and promising, both as part of the ‘game’ and a subtle reminder of the very heavy real-life implications this could have. Peter’s only response was to slid his fingers up Tony’s thighs and to the zipper, dragging it down. Tony took a deep, steeling breath, adjusted himself in his seat, smoothed his hair, and hit the buttons for his audio and camera.
“Alright, munchkins. We all here? Where’s Alex? Someone text him. Okay, let’s begin from where we left off” Tony greeted them, putting careful energy into making his smile relaxed and normal as Peter shuffled between his thighs and reached into his slacks, slender fingers wrapping around his hardening cock to draw it out into the open. The cool air made him stiffen, and his gaze raked his screen for any hint  of exposure. But all he saw was himself from the upper torso and onwards, staring back at himself.
As Tony kept talking, Peter ducked down under the desk, closing his pursed lips around the flared, soft tip of Tony’s cock to suckle there, tongue curling around it before dipping briefly into the slit. His mouth was soft and wet and warm and Tony knew it wouldn’t be long before his cock was truly into it, hard and flushed and leaking under Peter’s skilled touch. He shifted a little, easing his hips forwards as Peter lapped at him and let his teeth just barely scrape the skin there.
“Yes, Sheena?” He asked tersely, when one of the girls waggled her hand at the camera in a signal for his attention. As she spoke, he could feel Peter hollow his cheeks, sliding down on his length. Inch by inch he was enveloped into sloppy, warm suction and he ground his teeth, shifting on his seat again. Peter’s hand moved to press down on his thigh, a signal to sit still, and the other hand curled back around the base of his cock, thumb rubbing at the sensitive groove between his length and his balls.
Peter gave a gentle huff against him as he talked, relaxing his throat as he swallowed Tony right down until his lower lip was pressed against his balls, tongue firm and soft against the underside. He didn't suck or hollow his cheeks, just let Tony's cock rest there in the plush warmth of his throat. Tony did his best to focus on his student, clicking through several files to help answer her question.
After a short while, Peter began to slowly slide off his cock, up to the tip where he suckled softly, laving his tongue in flat, firm strokes around the spongy tip. He licked into the slit and closed his lips over the head, massaging it with his lips and bobbing his head almost like sucking on a popsicle. He made faint sounds, but they were hopefully too quiet for anyone to pick up on. Nobody looked suspicious or asked, regardless.
And then Peter was sucking him down again, cheeks hollowed and swallowing him like he was trying to suck Tony's soul out through his cock. Tony moved his hands to grip the edge of the desk, nails biting into the pine. Peter could suck dick like a top-grade pornstar when he wanted to, and today was one of those days, cheeks soft and tight against his cock, tongue flexing in little strokes, swallowing so his throat caressed and squeezed the tip of his cock. Tony ground his teeth and shifted, slipping one hand slowly from the desk top to reach under it.
Peter grasped his wrist as he searched blindly, guiding his fingertips to the corner of his mouth where Tony's cock disappeared into his throat. It was were either drool there and Tony rubbed at it gently before sliding his hand up, fisting Peter's curls and gripping tight, forcing the boy down another inch until his little body hitched with a gag.
"Mr. Stark?" Tony blinked, and realised he'd been staring intently at the screen, but not actually listening. He let go of Peter's hair, itched his side as an excuse for his lowered arm, and offered the student who'd spoken an apologetic smile as Peter began to Bob his head vigorously.
"Sorry, I just realised I forgot to pick up milk the other day. My husband will be fuming when he wakes up. Again, my apologies. Where was I?" The lie came easy and sweet through his teeth, layered with a sweet smile that made the girl quirk her lips in return, before she began to read out the practise question she was struggling with. Tony did his best to ignore the pooling warmth and pleasure in his gut, listening closely.
Peter, not to be forgotten, dragged his nails down the insides of Tony's thighs before he moved one hand to his balls, smearing the drool pooled there before he cupped them, kneading as he slid himself up and down Tony's cock. Tony could feel the slow warmth of more drool dripping down his cock as Peter swallowed and gagged a little, throat impaled. Tony sucked in a breath, the corner of his mouth twitching as he reached up, rubbed at his jaw, muffled a moan on a cough. He slouched a little in his seat so he could nudge his hips up, fucking shallowly, carefully into Peter’s mouth.
His husband let his jaw go slack around his cock, keeping just enough suction for it to be a welcoming hole to fuck into. Tony kept careful attention on his students, focused hard on his voice so it would come out sedate and even as he reached down, grasping a quick handful of soft hair and dragging Peter down as far as he could go onto his cock, holding him there as he writhed. Peter whimpered just loud enough that Tony winced and braced himself, but his students were none the wiser.
It was almost too hard to ignore it now - The steady, hot pleasure that had his thighs tense, his cock hard and flushed. Peter gave a soft gurgle around his cock as he raised his hips and pulled him down, forcing his cock as deep into that soft hole as he could, before he relented and let his husband go. He risked a glance downwards, and regretted it instantly. Peter’s cheeks were flushed, from one across his nose to the other, his eyes were a little glossy and his lips were dark and swollen, drool dripping from the lower one to the carpet.
Tony gave a low groan then masked it with another cough, forcing himself to look back up as Peter drove down on his cock, sucking like he was trying to pull a golfball through a garden hose. Tony let his hips buck carefully up into the wet heat, eyes unfocusing a little as he tensed his legs and bit his lip in order to fight the urge to fuck until he emptied his load into Peter’s willing mouth.He bit his tongue, hard, let himself fuck slowly, inch by inch into Peter’s mouth. He could feel his balls tight and heavy, knew it wouldn’t be too long. He risked another glance down, watched his cock sliding in and out, watching a little bead of pre-cum and drool slip from the corner of Peter’s mouth.
He looked up at his screen, finding the digital numbers of the clock. Peter had been on his knees for almost twenty minutes, drooling and gagging himself on Tony’s cock. The older Professor inhaled sharply as Peter closed his lips tight again, sucking Tony’s dick almost furiously, and he gave his students a brittle smile, waving a hand.
“Alright! Okay. I think we’re gonna - Yep. We’re gonna call it here. Now. You’ve all done well and I-I’m...Pleased. Email me if you have any more questions. Spend the next 48 hours studying, please” and with a final wave, he cut the connection before any of them could argue. He could feel the vibrations around his cock as Peter giggled, could hear the wet slurp as he began to pull off and he spread his thighs, reaching down to grab the boy forcefully by the hair, to dragging him down and stuffing his cock deep into his throat.
“You greedy little whore” he breathed, watching as Peter scrabbled at his thighs, lashes fluttering as he choked on Tony’s length. “Look at you, couldn’t even wait. Had to risk it all for a cock in your mouth” he softened it to fondness as he spoke, letting up on Peter’s hair so his husband could pull off enough to suck in a breath through his nose. Tony didn’t allow him much reprieve, nudging his hips up and down in shallow thrusts.
Tony let himself moan freely now, uttering a deep, guttural one as Peter swallowed and whimpered around him, making a wet noise as Tony jerked his hips up, felt Peter’s throat forced open around his cock. He let his head fall back, threading his fingers gently through Peter’s hair before he tightened his grip again, holding the boy steady as he fucked up into his throat. Peter made a punched, breathy sound and gripped at his thighs for purchase, head tilting for better access.
He used Peter’s mouth as little more than a warm fleshlight, teeth grinding as he fucked up into it, cutting off Peter’s mewls with a wet sound. The loaded spring of his orgasm was tight and heavy in his gut, building steadily, and he looked down at Peter, sliding one hand gently around his throat to feel the muscles bulge and flex as he hauled the boy onto his cock, thrusting deep into his throat, growling as his balls pulled tight against Peter’s lip, his cock twitched hard, and then he could feel himself cum, could feel the pulse of his cock against Peter’s mouth as creamy cum spilled down the back of his tongue.
It was a well stoked orgasm, a smooth wave of pleasure that rolled through him, made his eyes roll slightly as he ground into Peter’s open mouth, fucked his cum deeper until the boy convulsed a little, snorting a strained breath. When his cock had stopped pulsing and the pleasure had died to a gentle lull he relaxed his grip, let his cock slide out of Peter’s mouth. It was soaked wet with drool, smearing against his shirt when it flopped from between his lips, but Tony couldn’t find it in himself to care, looking down at his flushed, thoroughly fucked husband. Peter blinked up at him with smug demureness, lips shiny and dark like cherries, cheeks flushed, pupils blown. He made a pretty picture that way, wrecked between Tony’s legs.
“You’re gonna lick me clean, sweetheart, and then you’re gonna get to the bed, face down and ass up” he instructed him sweetly, reaching down to cup Peter’s cheek and stroke it tenderly. “And the next time I have an online class, you’re gonna sit right back there and keep my cock wet until I’m ready to use you again”.
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petersmparker · 5 years
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Welcome Home pt 4 (Peter Parker x Reader)
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Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader
Summary: It’s time for Peter to learn his place in the contents of Tony Stark’s will.
Word Count: 1757
A/N: obviously because I wrote this before far from home was released this is super duper inaccurate, but changing it would have introduced hella plot I didn’t wanna have here. it felt super awkward to write parts of this though. I just adore the design of the ps4 suit and have no concept of what would be a “reasonable” amount of money for Tony to leave bc this bitch aint fuckin rich and he’s thrown around cash like nobody’s business so?? welp
INTRO PART 1 PART 2 PART 3 PART 4 PART 5 PART 6 EPILOGUE
With Peter seated between you and May on the couch, one of his hands held by each of you, he's about as prepared for the proceedings as he's capable of being. Unfortunately, that isn't saying that much. Pepper and Happy are seated in the armchairs to either side of the couch. A large briefcase has been set on the coffee table in front of Happy. Resting on top of it is another, thinner case of some sort.
Pepper pulls two envelopes and one small box from her purse. She removes the contents of one envelope to read aloud. The other, she hands to you. When you pass it to Peter, he takes it with the hand that May had been holding. He shakes as he clutches it, staring at the scratchy writing. You squeeze his hand.
"To Peter B. Parker," Pepper begins, sounding practiced, but sad, "I wish to leave the data surrounding the engineering of the Spider-Man suits and equipment that I have manufactured, including those regarding the artificial intelligence program, Karen."
Happy leans forward to give Peter the thin case. May accepts it for him when Peter does not move to let go of the letter in his hand. She opens it gently, and reveals a thin sheet of what appears to be glass. When she lifts it, it lights up and projects a hologram of the Stark logo. From the device, a voice is emitted. "Hello, Peter," it greets, "Are you feeling any better today? How did you sleep last night?"
"Hey, Karen," he says, glancing awkwardly around, "I slept fine. Can we talk later?"
"Sure. Goodbye, Peter," it responds, and powers down.
May puts the tablet back into the case and shuts it. Pepper takes that as her cue to continue. Before she resumes reading, she hands you the box that had been sitting in her lap. It reminds you of the boxes jewelry is sold in, but when you lift the lid it doesn't contain anything of the sort. Instead, it houses three different identification cards. One bears the logo of the Avengers and one the Stark Industries logo, both with a dorky image of Peter framed below his name in the corner. The third was entirely blank, aside from the scanning code.
"So that he may make use of this data, I will be ensuring that Peter will, in the future, be granted full access to any and all facilities of mine. He is permitted to utilize whatever resources that we are capable of providing. Pepper has agreed, that, in the event of my passing, she will personally attend to this to ensure that this promise is kept."
Peter had been staring wide eyed at the three cards in your hand. The first two are pretty clearly defined. Even so, you turn them over, examining them further. Pepper admits that while the Avengers facility isn't exactly usable currently, Peter will be added to the security system as soon as it is rebuilt.
You hold up the blank card. "Ma'am?" You ask, "Which facility is this one for, exactly?"
Pepper gives a smile that expresses quite a bit of endearment. Something tells you that it's directed toward Tony, wherever he is. "That card is registered to allow access to Tony's setup in our home," she explains, "His most recent stuff is there. Please, Peter, stop by anytime you'd like. We'll even send you a ride if you need one. Tony would be glad to know you're around, and I know Morgan would be thrilled to see you again."
You had been staring at the card as you attempted to process her words, finally understanding just how close Peter apparently had been with the famous Tony Stark. Your attention is pulled back to Peter when he raises his arm to rub at his eyes. When he pulls it away from his face, his eyes are noticeably redder. He takes in a big, shaky inhale. "Thank you, Mrs. Stark. I promise I'll come visit."
You squeeze his hand again. He gives you a quick glance and squeezes back. Before Pepper continues, you gather the cards back into the box and shut the lid. Happy reaches out to the big briefcase and clicks it open.
"Peter is also to receive that which is already intended to be the owner of: every piece of Spider-Man tech that I have manufactured," Pepper reads, "This includes, in total, fifteen variations of the Spider-Man suit, including both the first one I ever gifted to him, and the Iron Spider suit."
As she finishes her sentence, Happy lifts the lid of the briefcase and spins it around so that Peter can view it. A mechanism inside lifts its contents upward. The mask is not too dissimilar from that of the original Spider-Man mask, but smack dab in the center of the chest is a large, bright white spider decal. May ooh's at the sight of it. It's simpler than the Iron Spider suit, clearly, and you can't help but wonder why, out of thirteen suits, this is the one presented to Peter so specially.
"The others are currently in storage at the Stark Industries facility. Whenever you'd like, you can come check them out and take them home if you'd like. Tony wanted this one to be brought to you first, though. I'm sure the letter will explain why."
Happy points proudly to the mask. "I helped with this one, you know," he says, grinning, "I suggested he put the optional full-body cooling system in there since you were complaining about the heat that one July. He called it the White Spider. Nice, right?"
Peter slowly nods in response, but hasn't taken his eyes off the suit. For a moment it appears that he's gotten overwhelmed. He takes one more slow breath and turns back to Pepper. "Thank you very much for coming," he says, voice a bit shaky, "I never expected anything, let alone this much. Never. Thank you."
She lets out a chuckle, pushing her hair behind her ears as if preparing herself. "Actually," she admits, sounding apologetic, "there's two more things. Tony said you'd probably try to reject one of them. He also said that you are in no way permitted to reject it. Sorry in advance."
"What did he do?" Peter questions, suddenly sounding not too far from exasperated.
Pepper smiles. "In the event of the college MIT being able to reopen-"
Peter sighs, as if he's expected it.
"-Tony has written you a rather insistent letter of recommendation for future use. Though to be honest, it never really seemed like he thought you'd even need one, so why he did that I have no idea."
"Might have had to do with, 'Mr. Stark, I don't need to go to college, I want to be an Avenger!', which he thought was incredibly dumb and also hilarious," Peter suggests, seemingly unable to hold back a small smile.
You can't help but let out a laugh, too. It's not hard to remember that particular period of complete disinterest in school.
"Please go to college," says Aunt May, not without good humor.
Peter rolls his eyes good-naturedly. "I was fifteen, Aunt May, don't worry. Anyway, a recommendation to MIT isn't that bad. Especially considering everything else he's left. What did he think I'd be rejecting?"
Pepper folds up her sheet of paper. She places it back into the envelope it came from as she says, "Well," she says, "that would be the trust fund that he instructed me to create under your name."
"The what?" Peter exclaims.
His hand suddenly tightens around yours, causing you to flinch in pain. He notices it. "Oh, jesus, I'm sorry, I- the trust fund?"
"Yes," she responds, sounding amused, "I was under strict instructions to place five million dollars in a fund that you would be permitted to access when you turn twenty-one. Which I did. As of this morning, the money has been successfully transferred."
Peter stutters for a solid fifteen seconds before he is able to speak. You're similarly dumbfounded by the announcement. "I can't just take that, that's more than I'm ever gonna earn in my whole lifetime, are you kidding me, holy shit-"
Aunt May has burst into tears. You really don't blame her. "Are you sure?" She asks, flapping her hands out in front of her in some sort of panic.
Happy grabs her hand, as if to try to calm her. She repeats her question, and he nods, laughing, "This is Tony Stark we're talking about. He was always willing to dole out money like that; probably didn't even think twice about it."
"He can't just give me five million dollars," Peter continues, "That's insane, I can't-"
"You're right," Pepper chimes in, cheerfully, "He can't. But I sure as hell can, and am more than happy to do it. It's already in the fund. It's yours. That's all there is to it."
May jumps from her seat and hops around the table to throw her arms around Pepper. She can't seem to form a coherent sentence in order to thank her for what her nephew has been given, but the sentiment is clearly felt.
Peter, still next to you, has begun to cry quietly. Laughing in disbelief at the situation, you adjust to wrap your arms around him. He fits his face into the juncture between your neck and shoulder and continues to break down. You're not sure if it's due to the collection of representations of just how much Tony cared about him, or the fact that after growing up dumpster diving for electronics and feeling guilty every time he lost a backpack, he suddenly had money to his name. It very well might be both.
"I can't believe this," he says into your shoulder, words broken up, "When did he do all this?"
Pepper is still very much tangled up with Aunt May, so Happy answers. "Well, according to Pep, he sat down alone and sorted out his prospects right after they had determined that he was going to try to reverse the Snap."
"He didn't even know if he was going to be able to bring Peter back and he still set this all up?" You question, shocked, still holding Peter against you.
"Sweetheart, Tony didn't even want to try to reverse the Snap until he decided he needed to get Peter back. I don't think he even stopped to consider the possibility that Peter wouldn't be around to receive all this."
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penisparkerprotocol · 5 years
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homecoming|chapter 1/?
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homecoming|chapter one: meet penis parker
warnings: cuss words...? sure, cuss words. spoilers for spider-man: homecoming(which i kind of hope you have already seen)
pairings: peter parker x stark!reader
word count: 3,044
a/n: hi! this is my first series and i’m hella excited to start it. if you have any suggestions, please message me! thank you guys and after this i plan on carrying on to ffh. btw if you have seen it, message me cause i need someone to cry with.
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“I’m heading out, May,” Peter called out, pulling his headphones chord through his shirt and sliding them into his ears. He grabbed his keys off the table and walked out the door after hearing May call back, “have a good day at school! Be back in time for dinner.”
“Got it,” Peter sighed, beginning his walk towards the train station.
Peter got onto the train and held onto one of the poles while AC/DC hummed through his ear drums. Peter looked down at his phone and opened up his text messages. He sighed deeply as he saw he still hadn’t gotten a text from Happy, notifying him that he was needed by Tony. Peter decided to text Happy just in case.
P: Hey Happy just checking in, I’m out of school at 2:45 PM 👊
P: Ready for my next mission!
P: It’s Peter BTW.
P: Parker
Peter scrolled up after sending his last message to see the rest of his unanswered text messages. The train came to a stop and Peter shook his head at himself as he shoved his phone into his pocket and exited the train
Peter looked around at all the athletes practicing on the football field as he walked onto the school’s campus.
“Sup, Penis Parker!” Flash called out as he nearly ran over Peter as he tried to cross the street from the football field to the school building. Peter rolled his eyes as he watched Flash drive away in what him and Ned like to refer to as the “Dick Mobile”.
“Students don’t forget about your homecoming tickets. Do you have a date to homecoming?” One of the schools news reporters spoke through the announcements. Peter quickly glanced up at one the TV’s while reaching the second floor of the school. He smiled to himself at the thought of homecoming and spending it with the one person he had been crushing on since the fifth grade.
Peter kept thinking about how perfect homecoming would be if he were to ask that one person. He sighed opening his locker, knowing his dream of the perfect homecoming would never come true.
Peter was so deep into thought that he let out a slight gasp as a small lego figurine appeared above his shoulder followed along by the voice of his best friend.
“Join me and together we will build my new Lego Death Star,” Ned whispered, wiggling the lego between his fingers. Peters eyes widened and quickly turned to look back at Ned.
“What?” He gasped, raising his eyebrows in surprise before looking over at the group of cheerleaders beside him who each gave him a disapproving look. Peter swallowed before lowering his voice, “no way, that’s awesome. How many pieces?”
Ned smirked and watched as Peter turned back to his locker, “3,803.”
“That’s insane!” Peter commented, grabbing his Physics book.
“I know right. So, you want to build it tonight?” Ned asked.
“Can’t tonight got the Star-“ “The Stark Internship,” Ned cut Peter off as they began walking to their first period. Peter nodded and adjusted the strap of his book bag on his shoulder.
“How about I build the majority of the Death Star at my place and then I’ll come over afterwards and we can,” Ned started, Peter blocking out the rest of Ned’s proposal about the Death Star as he locked eyes on his crush of five years. Y/n Stark.
“Class please welcome your new classmate, Y/n,” Ms. Tucker, Peter’s fifth grade art teacher announced. Peter pushed his glasses up on the bridge of his nose, looking up from where him and Ned were coloring in a Avengers coloring book.
A small girl with long, silky (your hair color) hair and big, shining (your eye color) eyes looked nervously around the classroom. All of Peter’s classmates looked up slightly and then went back to their arts and crafts. Peter however, stared at her star struck. A light pink hue coded his cheeks as she made eye contact with him.
“Dude,” Peter looked over at Ned who was coloring outside the lines on a Hulk picture. Ned looked up at Peter and cocked his head, mindlessly coloring without looking.
Peter pointed to the new girl slightly, “that’s Y/n Stark.”
“Who?” Ned narrowed his eyebrows, pausing his coloring. Ned looked over at the small girl who was currently putting her book bag into a cubby.
“Tony Stark’s daughter!” Peter shouted slightly, earning weird looks from his fellow classmates.
“Who?” Ned asked, dumbfounded.
“Ironman,” Peter’s voice lowered slightly causing it to crack.
Ned’s jaw dropped slightly before looking at Y/n again. “How do you know?”
“She’s always at his business conventions Uncle Ben takes me to,” Peter exclaimed before hearing a voice being cleared behind him. Peter looked over his shoulder to find Ms. Tucker staring down at him with Y/n by her side.
“Ned, Peter, since your table isn’t the only one full in the class, do you mind if Y/n sits with you two?” Ms. Tucker smiled sweetly.
“Yes, we do mind—“ “Of course not,” Peter cut Ned off, sending him a “are you dumb?” look. Ned shrugged and rolled his eyes before Y/n took a seat in between them.
“Hi,” Y/n smiled. Peter waved lightly. “Hi I’m Peter and that’s Ned.”
“Hi, I’m Y/n.”
“What are you guys working on?” Y/n glanced slightly at Peters paper to find a halfway, neatly colored picture of Ironman. Y/n slugged back in her seat slightly and sighed.
“We’re coloring The Avengers. Do you want one? We still haven’t colored Black Widow or Hawk Eye,” Peter said passing her the coloring book. Y/n shook her head quickly.
“I’m fine, I’ll just go look for another coloring—“ “Y/n, you forgot this in the car,” Y/n got cut off by a large man handing her a phone. Y/n looked up behind her and her emotion had quickly changed.
“Happy, get out. I don’t need it!” She scowled, pushing the phone away.
“Your dad needs you to keep it on you in case of an emergency. This was the deal you two made if you wanted to be in public school,” the large man now known as Happy sighed, placing the phone on her desk. Y/n shook her head.
“Woah, you have a phone?” Peter asked in surprise. His eyes full of curiosity as he stared at the electronic as if it was from another planet, “that’s so cool!”
Y/n smiled at his compliment. A light pink blush became apparent across her cheeks as she thanked him.
“She’s a Stark of course she has one, Pete,” Ned rolled his eyes once more before glaring at Y/n. She sighed again and shoved phone into her pocket.
“Woah, you’re a Stark? As in Tony Stark? As in Ironman?” Flash appeared at the head on their table. His eyes big as he pointed at Y/n. Y/n frowned and nodded through embarrassment.
“He’s my dad,” Y/n looked down at her lap.
“No way! My family is rich too! You should come sit with me and the cool kids. You don’t have to waste your breath on Penis Parker and his side chick,” Flash smirked.
Y/n looked over her shoulder to see Happy chatting with Ms. Tucker a few feet away before responding.
“First of all, I doubt you even know what a penis is and second off...” Y/n paused before looking at Peter who was frowning down at his drawing, “...I’d rather stay with Peter and his side chick, Ned.”
Peter and Ned both exchanged a look before looking back over at Y/n.
“Seriously?” All three boys asked in unison.
Y/n laughed before grabbing the coloring book next to Peter.
“Yeah, besides, Black Widow is really calling my name,” she shrugged, flipping through the book.
“I guess rich kids aren’t bad after all,” Ned smiled at Y/n before sharing his crayons with her.
Ever since that day, Peter knew she was different. She had been the only girl to reject anyone for him, let alone stand up for him.
“That’d be great,” Peter nodded to Ned as he watched Y/n open her locker with her best friend, Liz Allen at her side.
Liz Allen said something quickly before walking away, leaving Y/n by herself.
Y/n turned her gaze to catch Peter staring. A noticeable blush flushed both of their cheeks. Both of them silently thanking the distance between them or else the other would have noticed the blush.
Y/n sent him a kind grin, waving in his direction catching him slightly of guard. Peter’s jaw dropped before sending a toothy grin and waving his hand through the air which resulted in his hand smacking Ned on the forehead. Y/n widened her eyes slightly before watching Peter panic and turn to Ned.
“Awe man, I am so sorry!” Peter apologized. Ned nodded before looking up to see who Peter was waving to. Y/n smiled slightly and waved to Ned. Ned waved back and smiled as if nothing had just happened.
Y/n sent him a full smiled before shutting her locker and walking to her first period.
Peter watched her walk away in defeat, he sighed as he looked down at the floor.
“Are you still planning on asking her to homecoming?” Ned asked Peter as they continued walking. Peter looked over at Ned as if he was a mad men.
“Are you crazy? Me, Peter Parker, nerdy kid that builds legos with his friend ask out Y/n Stark? The girl who’s dad is the best scientist in the entire city yet again, the world?” Peter asked in disbelief.
“Peter, you already know her dad so you’re already a shoe in,” Ned explained, “plus half the sophomore class has already asked her and she has said no. You have nothing to lose!”
“All the better reasoning not to ask her,” Peter stared at Ned wide-eyed, “let’s just get to first period.”
Peter walked in a minute before the late bell and took his seat near the back. He watched as Y/n laugh to a comment Betty Braynt had made. He smiled at the sound of her small giggle before opening his laptop and searching up videos taken of Spider-man on Youtube hoping to find out ways to better his moves.
An hour into the lesson, Peter continued to watched videos as his teacher spoke.
“Okay, so how do we calculate linear acceleration between points A and B...Flash,” Ms. Marks spoke, pointing to Flash who held his hand above his head staring down at his text book.
“The product of the sine of the angle and gravity divided by mass,” Flash smirked, quickly replying with his answer. Y/n snorted at his answer.
“Nope...Peter,” Ms. Marks called out, snapping Peter from his binge watching of Spider-man’s Greatest Moves, “are you still with us?”
“Yeah, yeah.”
Peter quickly looked in Y/n’s direction to find her eyes already on him along with a few other students. She grinned at him before gesturing to the board with her head. Peter looked to the board, shutting his laptop and answered the question.
“Uh well, gravity cancels out so it’s just mass times sine,” he breathed out.
“Correct,” Ms. Marks commented.
Y/n chuckled before looking back at Flash, “see Flash being the fastest isn’t always the best if you are going to be wrong.”
Everyone in the room lightly chuckled causing Flash to lay his head down. Peter smiled at Y/n’s comment before opening his laptop back up.
“Ms. Stark as much as I agree with your comments, I suggest you keep them to yourself,” Ms. Marks told Y/n, walking up to the board.
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“Hey Ned, how’s your face?” Y/n asked walking up to Ned and Peter’s lab station during third period. Peter immediately looked up and blushed, “hi, Y/n.”
Y/n looked over at Peter and smiled. Ned sighed breaking Y/n from her gaze at Peter, “sore. Peter about knocked me out.”
“Really-“ “No I did not!” Peter cut Y/n off, not wanting her to think he was violent. He looked over at Ned before changing to a softer gaze as he met Y/n’s eyes, “I didn’t about knock him out...I just hit him...slightly hard.”
Y/n raised an eyebrow before nodding. She chuckled lightly, ruffling Ned’s hair.
“I’m just happy you didn’t ruin his beautiful hair. That’s my job to mess up,” Y/n commented causing Ned to grin. She winked at the boys before returning to her seat next to MJ.
Peter sighed as he watched her walk away before working on his web fluids.
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“Hey, Peter,” Ned greeted Peter as he took a seat down next to him at lunch.
“Hey,” Peter mumbled lost in a trance. His eyes glued to Y/n’s figure as she helped Liz hang up a homecoming poster in the cafeteria.
“Did Y/n get a new top?” He asked Ned, Ned furrowed his brows and looked across the cafeteria to find you at the top of a ladder. He cocked his head then shook it.
“No, we’ve seen that before. Just never with those jeans,” Ned pointed out.
“We should probably stop staring before it gets creepy though,” Peter sighed, resting his head on his palm as he invested himself more into Y/n.
“Too late...you guys are losers,” MJ spoke up from the end of the table. Peter and Ned both looked at her with a questionable gaze.
“Well then why do you sit with us?” Ned queried. MJ shrugged and went back to reading her novel, “cause I don’t have any friends.”
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During the decathlon team practice, Peter broke the news to Mr. Harrington that he couldn’t make the competition in Washington, D.C. Everyone began to complain as Peter tried to plead with them.
“Why can’t you come, Peter?” Y/n sighed, sitting down next to him. Peter instantly felt the hair on his arms raise as he felt her presence. He looked at her and sighed, “I have the Stark internship.”
“I’m sure my dad will understand,” Y/n explained, grasping onto his forearm. Peter felt his heartbeat speed up as she begun to rub soft circles with the pad of her thumb in a reassuring way. Peter shook his head before swallowing hard, “I tried to talk to him. I just have to stay here.”
“I can talk to him for you-“ “No! That’s okay,” Peter squealed, cutting Y/n off and standing quickly up from his chair, “just do it without me.”
“That’s impossible,” Sarah called out from the stage. Liz shook her head from the podium, “we need you Peter.”
Y/n turned to meet Peter’s eyes before commenting, “we can’t do it without you, Peter. You’re the smartest one on this team.”
“Hey!” Flash yelled.
“You really think so?” Peter looked at Y/n with hopeful eyes as she nodded immediately. His heart fluttered at her words, appreciating each one with a deeper meaning than they held. He smiled at her response.
He looked down at the floor, trying to hide the blush she had caused him, “I’m sorry.”
“I understand, I guess. Well, then, Flash you’re in for Peter,” Y/n turned away from Peter.
“Uh, I don’t know I got a hot date with Black Widow coming up,” Flash chuckled, mocking Peter.
“To bad she doesn’t go for wannabe Tony Stark’s,” Y/n rolled her eyes.
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After Peter’s long night of stopping bicycles thieves, eating churros, and beating up the Avengers who tried to rob a bank, he crawled through his window into his room to find Ned sitting on his bunk bed with a half broken Death Star.
“You’re the Spider-man from Youtube!” Ned shrieked, watching Peter shake his head and strip from his suit. “No, I’m not.”
“You were on the ceiling!” Ned pointed up in fear.
“No, I wasn’t!”
“Yes, you were!”
“What are you doing here, Ned?” Peter asked, pulling his suit off.
“You said we would finish the Death Star!” Ned argued back.
“You can’t just bust into my room-“ “Peter you want Thai for dinner? Ned wanna join us?” May came barging into Peter’s room.
“No, Ned has a thing,” Peter said. May pointed to a shirt, “maybe put on some clothes.”
“She doesn’t know,” Ned asked in disbelief as May left the room and closed the door behind her.
“Nobody know! Well, Mr. Stark does, he’s the one who made my suit,” Peter shrugged.
“Tony Stark made your suit? Wait, how come Y/n doesn’t know? Don’t you see her all the time at Stark Towers?”
“No, she’s always in her dad’s lab working on new tech or hanging out with friends. She has never met me as Spider-man, but has worked on my suit,” Peter shrugs on his sweater, explaining to Ned why Y/n didn’t know his secret, “plus we’re not like best friends. I say hi, she says hi.”
“Why doesn’t Tony tell her? Tony knows we all have been friends for years,” Ned says.
“Actually, no, may I remind you that we all never became close. That day after she sat with us in fifth grade, she became best friends with Liz and got suckered into the popular crowd. We’re merely acquaintances, barely even denting friends,” Peter rambled, “Tony knows we go to the same school, yes, but that’s it.”
“So he doesn’t know how in love you are with his daughter and how badly you want to ask her to homecoming?” Ned chuckled. Peter cried out, “I’m not in love with her! I just really like her.”
“Dude, just ask her out! You’re freaking Spider-man, you are like THE man. You can do anything,” Ned suggested. Peter shook his head.
“Except ask out possibly, the hottest girl in all of New York.”
“I don’t know about all of New York. All of Midtown High? Maybe. But all of New York? Black Widow may take that W,” Ned smirked, bending down to pick up his Death Star.
“Nah, Y/n for sure has Black Widow beat. I should know, I’ve seen Black Widow in person before,” Peter cockily remarked, helping Ned pick up his Death Star.
“Then go for it!”
“I don’t know, Ned.”
“What’s the worst that can happen?”
“I don’t know, my head gets blown off by Tony’s hand blasters!?” Peter stares at Ned with wide-eyes, pausing his movements.
“You think too negatively,” Ned concluded.
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borkingbarnes · 6 years
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The Price of Kindness
This is my submission to @withstarryeyes‘s writing challenge. Congrats on 300, babe! 💕
Prompt: “That is way too expensive!”
Characters: Steve Rogers, Avenger!reader, Sam Wilson
Word count: 1.5k 
Warnings: Mentions of PTSD and war, veteran coping, but happy ending? 
A/N: This took a waaaaay different turn than I intended when I first started writing, but here it is. I’m not sure how I feel about this one because of the turn but feedback would be lovely! 
ps: I’m going to link the Veteran’s Support Foundation donation link here if anyone wants to donate. I think the work they do is very important. And of course, a thank you to all the men and women that serve/have served. 
pps: thank you to @jaamesbbarnes for giving this a read ahead of time and giving me feedback! I have hella love for you, babe! 
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Walking through the automatic doors of the grocery store, a blast of cold air hits you, making a shiver run down your spine. As you’re about to go grab a cart, you see the super soldier beside you freeze in place from the corner of your eye. Looking over to him, you can’t help but smile at his expression. 
His eyes are wide, mouth slightly parted as he takes in the expanse of shelves before him. The view was so surreal to him that for a moment he just stood there. 
“You alright, Cap?” You ask him, right before he stumbles forward as Sam runs into the motionless man in front of him. 
“Sorry. Just never seen so much food in one place before”, Steve mumbles and give him a small smile before grabbing his hand so he wouldn’t continue to block the doorway. “There’s enough food here to feed a small village.” 
A sympathetic frown makes its way onto your face, though you try to hide it. You can’t help but feel sadness for the super soldier. He was so young when he enlisted for war, still a kid. He had fought battle after battle as Captain America, but no one bothered to think about Steve Rogers, the kid that never got to grow up normally. From missing so much time of his life to having practically been shoved into the future and having to cope with the loss of his past and readjust-- it made your heart ache for him. You had certainly tried to help Steve whenever you could, and though his amazement at advancements was endearing, you couldn’t help but feel for the man. 
Shaking your head slightly to clear your mind, you rip the grocery list in two and hand half of it off to Sam as he comes back with two carts. You part ways with him as Steve trails along behind you, still looking around with an awestruck look on his face. 
You had been sentenced to grocery duty after drinking the last of Tony’s chocolate milk. In your defense, you hadn’t known it was his, it hadn’t been labelled or anything. It had simply been in the shared kitchen’s fridge. How were you supposed to know it was his?
Steve had volunteered to come along, knowing how extensive the Avengers’ grocery list was. With such highly intensive lifestyles, the amount of food that passed through the compound put buffets and restaurants to shame. He also had just wanted to see what modern day grocery stores were like since he hadn’t been in once since the 40s. 
Sam had owed you a favor which you decided to call in, but not without some grumbling on his end. It was no unknown fact that it took way too many trips to carry in all the groceries. 
“Alright. First thing’s first, we need milk. Birdboy drinks so much milk we should just get him a cow,” you grumble as you walk beside the cart that Steve is now pushing. It wasn’t uncommon to see Sam walking around the compound drinking out of a 4 litre jug of milk casually. The worst part was that he went through multiple jugs a day. Was it possible to die from calcium overdose? 
As you picked up a jug of milk an incredulous “WHAT?!” sounded from beside you, effectively startling you as you drop the jug back into place. 
“WHY IS MILK MORE THAN FOUR DOLLARS?!” Steve exclaims as a few people around you begin turning their heads your way. You duck your head, a little embarrassed by the scene the super soldier was causing, but can’t help but find the whole ordeal to be quite funny. 
“Inflation,” you giggle, taking the jug he held in his hands and placing it into the cart. 
“But—But it was only 10 cents back in my day! That is way too expensive! How the hell do people afford to live these days?!" He asks, brows still furrowed. 
“No idea, Stevie, I guess it’s a good thing Stark is rich” you say, piling in five more jugs into the cart before practically dragging Steve from where he stood, still ogling at the price. 
The two of you continued along, with Steve occasionally exclaiming things such as, “what do you mean a sack of potatoes is almost five dollars?! They were only fourteen cents back in the day! Fourteen CENTS, Y/N!!” and, “why is a carton of eggs five dollars now?! Are they breeding super-chickens now?? Will these eggs cure people of diseases? They have no right being so expensive!!” 
However, despite all the comments, you still caught Steve sneaking a few things onto the cart. Mostly sugary snacks. The man had a major sweet tooth quite possibly due to growing up during a time where sugar was scarce, so he just couldn’t get enough of it now. 
“Hey Steve, you think we could use your senior citizen’s discount?” Sam asks after you guys have met up again. The joke earns him a snort from you as you try to cover up your laughter. Steve however, looks displeased, shaking his head at the both of you. 
After checking out your groceries and stuffing the back of the car with everything that was bought, you made your way back to the compound. 
“Stop the car.” Steve says suddenly, barely waiting for Sam to pull the car up to the curb before he’s getting out already. You hear the trunk open and turn around, looking at the super soldier confusedly as he rummages through the groceries in the back. However, your heart soon swells at the sight of Steve carrying an armload of food towards a homeless man sitting against a building a few feet away. 
You couldn’t help but let a smile make its way onto your face as you see Steve kneel down and begin talking to the man. He wasn’t in uniform in front of cameras or speaking at a public event; this was all Steve Rogers, the man with a golden heart. He wasn’t just an act or a face to the values that Captain America symbolized, he fulfilled them. Steve Rogers really was the kind, loyal, and giving man that the suit was meant for. No charades, or facades, or acts, it was all him. 
You reach for the door handle and get out of the car too, emptying a bag out and replacing its contents with non-perishable foods for the man as Sam does the same after parking the car. Walking up beside Steve, he’s already in deep conversation with the man. 
“Thank you, God bless your souls” the man says as you and Sam hand him the bags of food. 
“Y/N, Sam, this is Frank, he’s a veteran” Steve says, sadness tinging his tone. You knew that this hit home for him and Sam. Since he had known about suffering war veterans, Steve had volunteered countless hours to give talks and offer support. Sam also routinely donated to Veteran’s Aid support groups as well. 
“It’s nice to meet you, Frank” you say to him, offering him a kind smile. 
“It’s nice to meet you too, ma’am. Not many pretty dames stop by to chat with a fella like me anymore. Think I’m finally beginning to accept that I’m not as handsome lookin’ as I was a few years ago” he says, and you can’t help but smile. It was clear that despite his conditions, he had not lost his humor and charm. 
Sam’s phone began to ring and he walked off as you and Steve continued to talk to Frank. He had grown up in Manhattan, enlisting at the age of 21. After he had served, he was no longer able to locate his family and his PTSD prevented him from being able to hold a steady job. Your heart broke for this man. It just wasn’t fair that he had risked his life for his country and received a life on the streets in return. 
“We’ve gotta go,” Sam says frowning, as he walks back over. “Mission briefing from Fury himself.”
Steve and you nod as Sam reaches into his wallet, pulling out the remaining money he had and handing it to Frank with a nod. 
“I’m going to make a call to a VVA Service Officer friend of mine,” Steve says, taking out a pen and the small sketch pad he kept in his jacket pocket. “This is his address and phone number. You can even head on over now if you’d like. He’s just a couple blocks from here. I’ll let him know to expect you, okay?” He says, ripping out the sheet of paper and handing it to the man. 
Frank nods, a smile on his face now. “Thank you, guys.” He says as you give him one final smile. The whole encounter had truly humbled you, making you realize just how good you had it. 
Your mind wanders to Steve and you realize that maybe there were other reasons that had made Steve relate to Frank. Steve too had gone to war and came back to having almost everything stripped from him. From his family, to his previous life, and even certain emotions he was allowed to show. You really hoped Steve’s VVA friend could help Frank find some peace, and even more so, you hoped that Steve could find some peace as well. It was sad that the world could take advantage of such a kind soul and continue to batter it for so long. 
It was silent on the rest of the way home, each person lost in their own thoughts. 
“So uh, I’d say your first trip to the grocery store was a success, huh Cap?” you say as the three of you pull up into the garage of the tower, trying to ease the mood. 
“Yeah,” he replies, “The prices of food may have grown, but it’d be willing to pay just about anything in the name of kindness.”
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thefandomplague · 7 years
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Mr. Barnes Will See You Now (10)
Prompt: 50 Shades of Barnes. VERY LOOSELY BASED!!!
Note: I do not own any of the characters or story line.
A/N: I am so sorry this took so long! I am the worst person ever apparently! I will be getting to the asks that have been sitting in my box forever too! Been off a hella long time! This is fairly long to make up for it I hope?
Word Count: 1580
( Part 1 ) ( Part 2 ) ( Part 3 ) ( Part 4 ) ( Part 5 ) ( Part 6 ) ( Part 7 ) ( Part 8 ) ( Part 9 )
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" Coulson? "
You looked at his butler or assistant or whatever he was really in confusion.
" Where is Mr. Barnes? "
Coulson gestured towards the car and you climbed in annoyed seeing that James was not there. Coulson closed the door behind you and promptly went around and got in the front, starting the car and beginning to drive.
" Coulson, Where is Mr. Barnes? "
" He is running a bit late in his meeting with Stark Enterprises, so he asked that I pick you up and bring you across town to him while he finishes up."
You shrugged it off thinking nothing of it. That was until it had been forty seven minutes of waiting outside the building for him... that was excluding the twenty-nine minute drive there. Sighing you gathered your jacket and bag to leave.
" Miss Y/L/N? "
Coulson asked, the worry pasted in deep lines across his forehead.
" Look Coulson, I am exhausted, I understand he has work and all, but he could have postponed I would have understood. But I have things of my own to do, I don't wanna be that girl that always waits for the guy. Besides, have you seen the looks on the girls that have walked out of this joint? I am sure he can find someone better to entertain himself with for this evening. I am all good. I will hail a cab and head home."
" Miss-"
" Night Coulson."
Before he could do anything about it you where out the car and across the road jumping into a taxi and brushing into a gorgeous gentlemen climbing out of it. He was dressed sharply, had a well groomed beard and head of hair and beautiful brown eyes the could probably stop a damn asteroid if they wanted  to.
" Evening Miss..?"
" Late. "
" Interesting name. "
" Smart ass are we? "
" Abundantly. Late for? "
"... You will have to spend the rest of your life wondering I guess."
You winked at the man who was now smiling a rather contagious smile at you and you climbed into the taxi, telling the driver to go, hope he would before Coulson could get across the road past all the traffic.
" What do you mean she left Coulson? "
" I think the sentence alone explains what I mean Sir, never minding the full description you made me give you ... twice.”
" I know I know, I'm sorry. I just can't believe she left. I mean she knew there was nothing I could do about it right? Stark Enterprises was the one who decided to be over and hour and a half late.. Damn Pepper and Tony. Why do I even do work with them anymore...GAH!"
James was whining like a little child and he knew it. He sighed heavily, he didn't know why he felt like this. He pulled out his phone as Coulson drove him home and decided to try and text you.
" Y/N, I apologize for making you wait so long. Is there any chance of rescheduling? "
James stared at his phone and waited for a response for the rest of the night. After trying to call four times his worry that you had not made it home safely had begin to take over immensely by each Milli-second that passed. Not thinking it through he phoned your room mate Wanda.
" Yellow? "
" Miss Maximoff? "
" Mr. Barnes? "
He could hear the surprise in her voice clear as day.
" Good evening, I am sorry to worry you so late Miss Maximoff but I was just wondering where Miss Y/L/N was? I am unable to reach her? "
" Y/N!!! "
James pulled his ear away from the phone slightly from the shouting. After a brief few murmurs on the other side and little scuffle of exchanging of phone in hands your voice was in his ear.
" James? "
" Y/N, I was just calling to see you got home safe, I couldn't get through to you so I-"
" Oh yea, I dropped my phone somewhere, maybe I left at work, I am not sure really and I didn't realize until I was home and Wanda and Pietro where giving me shit about not answering it."
" I see, I was wondering if-"
" Look James, I know what you are going to say, and I just... I don't know if I am what you're looking for-"
" You spook easy I see."
The line went silent and James tried his hardest not to be smug. He knew he has won before you even said anything.
" Tomorrow morning, we will have a breakfast date thingy at the coffee shop from that photo shoot because I have plans tomorrow evening. 8:30 a.m. sharp, don't be late or it is you who spooks easy not me. Have a wonderful evening James."
The line went dead before James could argue anything.
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" Well that was harsh! "
" Hey, he is the one who took our date and threw is away for work."
" Yea I know, but still, it's mean Y/N. He really gets under your skin doesn't he? "
You rolled your eyes and went back to folding laundry.
" Why tomorrow morning instead of the evening by the way? "
" I have a date."
Wanda almost dropped her cup of coffee as she stared at you.
" So let me get this straight, you are making James Barnes... JAMES FREAKING BARNES have a quick morning date with you because you have a date with someone that evening? He is a God or something right? He has to be to blow off JAMES FREAKING BARNES Y/N!!!"
You groaned and threw your head back to mock cry.
" I didn't want to OK! But how else am I suppose to get my phone back?"
" Wait what? "
You sighed as you knew you actually had to tell Wanda what was going on now... SHIT.
" Well you see what happened was..."
You just got home annoyed with James for taking so long, annoyed with yourself for running off instead of waiting, annoyed for the lecture you had just received at the bar from Wanda and Pietro. You sighed heavily and changed out of your freezing clothes that had been soaked from the rain when you had needed to walk back to your apartment. Just after getting changed into old sweats and some holy long sleeve that stayed in the back of your cupboard, you pulled up your hair and swiped off most of the make up when you heard a knock at the door. You smiled to yourself and regretted changing now. It had to James you thought. Rushing to the door and yanking it open it revealed non other then the man from the taxi earlier.
" Late? "
" Smart ass? "
His smile contagious smile beamed across his face and made you smile too.
" Is this the part where I run? "
You asked.
" Why on earth woul- Oh I see, because I am a perfectly random stranger who happened to know where you live? "
" Yea that would be the selected reason, though I am sure I can think of many more."
" Well I WAS here to return this..."
He briefly waved your phone in the air but slipped it into his pocket again.
" .. but now I think I will make you work for it as you know you assumed the worst of me and all."
You mouth gaped open for a small moment at how cocky he was.
" Work for it? Wh-"
" A date, tomorrow night."
" I don't date strange men I don't know."
With that the man held out his hand and waited for you to begin shaking it before introducing himself.
"Genius, Billionaire, Playboy, Philanthropist but more easily said Tony Stark."
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You suddenly clicked on why he looked so familiar.
" From Stark Enterprises?"
" The very one!"
" You know, I am about ninety-nine percent sure you cost me a great date tonight."
" Well allow me to make it up to you by taking you on the date of your dreams tomorrow night? "
“ Are you always like this? “
“ Like what? “
" You know what never mind I think it was in the introduction... Also I don't think it's such a good id-"
" Well then I hope you like reprogramming contacts into phones because-"
He stated with an amused and sarcastic tone until you rolled your eyes and cut him off.
" Alright Alright. Calm down Smart Ass. What time? "
His smile the most smug thing you had ever seen, it would have given James a run for his money for sure.
" I will pick you up at 7:30."
With that Tony Stark was gone before you could say anything else. Leaving you flabbergasted in the door way.
" TONY STARK? The notorious man whore? "
" The very one..."
You sighed heavily.
" Why would you-"
" I am just getting my phone back and that's it. I honestly have had enough of these rich bitchy boys at this point so I am killing to birds with one stone tomorrow. Simple as that Wanda. Now please... I am going to bed. Goodnight."
( Part 11 )
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