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The  Mechanic

The Mechanic: An Iron Man Fanfic

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Rating:  E  

Warning:  Smut (M|F, oral sex, vaginal sex, outdoor sex)

Word Count:  1365

Pairing:  Tony Stark x F!Reader

Summary:  When your car won’t start you ask Tony to fix it.  When he’s done you find out that he doesn’t take credit.

The Mechanic

You turned your key over in the car for the third time and it made that choked whine noise before cutting out completely.  You swore and punched the steering wheel.

Tony had been telling you to get a new car for months now or at least replace the engine of the old one.  You just really loved you vintage piece-of-shit as you fondly called it.  You’d saved for a long time to buy it with your own money and you didn’t see the point of having a vintage car if it didn’t have the correct engine.

You got out and slumped around the back of the house.  Tony was in the process of feeding the alpaca.  He wrestled with the bag of feed and Gerald grabbed hold of the end and pulled on it.  It split and spilled grain all over the ground.  “Gerald!  That’s supposed to be a supplement!”  Tony yelped as the alpaca honked and started eating the grain off the ground.

Tony crouched down and started frantically trying to scoop the grain back into the bag.  You jogged over and started helping him.  Rushing to get it put away before Gerald completely gorged himself.

“Thought you were going out,”  Tony said.

“I was.”

“Car wouldn’t start?”  He asked.

“No,”  You whined.  “Tony… fix it.”

Tony laughed.  “Take the Tesla.”

“I don’t wanna take the Tesla.”

“It’s better for the environment.  Do you want this place all choked up with fumes from your old piece-of-shit?”  Tony teased.

“Tony…”  You whined.  “Please.”

He rolled his eyes.  “Stop the alpaca from exploding then get your piece-of-shit of car going.”

The two of you managed to collect up a fair amount of the feed before giving up and taking the broken bag back into the barn.  He grabbed his toolbox and you followed him out to your car.

“Alright, talk to me, darling.”  He said approaching your car.  “Was she being mean to you again?”

He went to work on the engine occasionally sending you back to the shed to bring him things.  All up he was working for about an hour.  Sometimes he was so deep into the work he wouldn’t even answer you when you asked him something.

“Alright.”  He said.  “Go try and start her up.”

You squealed and went and jumped in the driver’s seat turning the key and pumping the gas.  The car made it’s sad whiney sound and for a moment you were sure it wasn’t going to turn over, but just before you gave up it roared to life.

“Yes!”  You cheered, bouncing in your seat.

Tony slammed the hood shut and sauntered around to the side of the car.  “There you go, little lady.”  He said.  “So how are you paying?  Will that be cash or check?”

You bit your bottom lip and looked up at him.  “I only have credit cards.  You don’t take credit?”

Tony leaned on the window and pretended to polish his nails on his shirt.  “We don’t have any credit card facilities here, ma’am.”

“What kind of mechanic doesn’t take credit card?”  You teased.

“Well, I could, of course, undo what I just did.”

“No, please don’t.”  You said and spread your legs.  “There must be some sort of arrangement we could work out.”  You ran your hand up and down the inside of your thigh, bunching the fabric up a little.

Tony took off his sunglasses and raised his eyebrow at you.  “Well, when you put it like that, I think we could work something out.”

You shut off the engine and climbed out.  He leaned in over you, running his finger down your stomach.  “You know, that took me a lot of work?  Not just anyone could make that hunk of junk run again.”

You hooked your fingers into his belt and tugged on it.  “I’ll do anything…”  You purred.

He chuckled and slowly leaned into you.  He teased his lips over yours and foxed back before kissing you hungrily.  You wrapped your arms around him and pulled yourself tight, humming into his lips as your hooked your leg around his waist.  You rolled your hips against his thigh, grinding your pussy on the muscle.

He pulled back, running his hands up under your skirt and massaged your ass.  “Grinding one out on my thigh might work for you, but what’s it doing for me?”  He teased.

You bit back a laugh and shook your head.  “I’m so sorry.  Let me do something about that.”

You sunk down, crouching in front of him and unfastened his pants.  As you worked them down, his cock sprung up in front of you.  You looked up at him and swirled the point of your tongue up his shaft.

“Well, that might cover the cost of me popping the hood.”  He teased.

You pinched his thigh as you dropped your head down on his cock.  He groaned and let his head fall back.  “That's it.  There you go.”

You slowly bobbed your head up and down, sucking and curling your tongue around his shaft.  As you sucked you massaged his balls, and tugged on them.  Tony moaned louder and louder.  You gave his balls a gentle slap and pulled off his cock to suck on them.

“Jesus…”  He hissed. His cock jumped and leaked pre-come down the shaft.  You ran your tongue up the sticky trail it left and hummed as you looked up at him.

“There you go.  Now you're working off your debt.”  He teased and guided you back up to your feet.

He pulled you into a hard kiss and lifted you carrying you to the front of the car.  He dropped you to your feet when you were by the hood and spun you pushing you forward.  You kneeled on the hood, resting your feet on the bumper.  Tony pulled your panties down and he immediately buried his face in your pussy, sucking and licking at your folds.  You groaned and let your head fall forward, pressing into the metal.

His tongue explored your cunt, pushing inside you and swirling around, flicking over your clit.  You legs trembled and your cunt flooded, dripping into his mouth and running down your leg.

“Fuck, Tony.  Please.”  You begged.

Tony stood back up and pulled you up against him, massaging your tits as he lined himself up.  “Who’s this Tony you’re talking about?”  He teased.  “Is that your boyfriend.”

“No, he’s just this asshole I know.”  You shot back.

He laughed and thrust hard into you, holding you in place.  You cried out and clenched around him.  He didn’t give you a moment to adjust before he started to pound into you.  He fucked you hard and deep, each thrust shoving you forward while he also held you in place.  He massaged your breasts and sucked your throat hard enough to mark.  You started to lose control.  You wanted to collapse where you were, trembling as he just had his way with you, but he held you up, thrusting again and again.  “Fuck.  Me.  Just.  Like.  That.”  You cried out.

Tony wrapped his arm around you and began to rub your clit.  “You gonna come for me?”  He growled against your ear.

You arched back against him and your body seized up as you came.  “Fuck yes!”  You cried as you cunt squeezed around his cock.

He grunted and thrust up into you as he released, his cock pulsing inside you.

He slipped out of you while you both still panted and your legs trembled slightly.  “Yeah, that should cover it.”  He teased and spanked your ass.

You slipped off the hood and pulled your panties back up.  “That’s good, ‘cause you ruined me.”

“Nice,”  he chuckled as he redressed.  “I always wanted to do that to someone.”

He pulled you into his arms and kissed you.  “We going for a drive?”  You asked.

“Oh, I’m invited?”

“Mm-hmm…”  You hummed and nuzzled at his neck.

“Alright.”  He said.  “But I’m driving.”

“What are you?  My uber driver?”  You said getting into the passenger seat.

“Sure am,”  Tony said starting the car.  It turned over much more easily this time as it rumbled to life.  “You better have some way to pay, ma’am.”

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[bruciewayne]

wet

stevetony, getting together + married epilogue, shameless steve, mutual pining. 

‘swimming’ @iron-man-bingo

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Tony watches, entranced, melted cherry ice-pop dribbling down his fingers, as Steve gets out of the pool. The way the water is dripping down his chest and abs, drawing attention to his happy trail, disappearing into his speedos, is practically indecent. And almost definitely illegal.

Steve Rogers is going to be the death of him, and the worst part is, he doesn’t even know what he’s doing.

And he does it a lot.

Like right now, Steve’d been the one to suggest a pool day, because the day was so nice, and warm and it would be good team bonding, and everyone had agreed. Including Tony. For what reason he had no idea, he still had Things and Stuff to do for the end of the quarter, he should be writing up R&D reports, not staring at Captain’ Thirst Trap Who Doesn’t Even Know That He’s A Fucking Thirst Trap’ America.

Steve’ll wear shirts so tight there isn’t any point in putting them on in the first place, he’ll say innuendoes, all entirely cluelessly and it drives Tony up the wall. Stupid thirst trap.

(He wants to hold him and kiss him just as much as he wants to stick his dick in him.)

(He knew precisely why he agreed. He agreed because Steve was smiling and being all earnest in that way he is, and who is Tony to deny a smiling Steve Rogers anything?)

So he’s here, lying on a lounger, just a tad further from the water than everyone else, idly fiddling with some equations. With cherry juice running down his arm. Because of Steve fucking Rogers.

He tears his eyes away from him and focuses on the paper (because the moment he left his tablet unattended, Natasha had hidden it and JARVIS refused to tell him where it is) in front of him.

A shadow falls over him. “You work too much, Shellhead.”

“Well,” Tony starts, flicking his sunglasses up, “someone’s gotta bring in the dough.”

He looks even better up close, all tan skin pulled taut of the perfection of science, his smile is impossibly brighter, “Aw, c’ mon, have some fun for once,” Steve teases, reaching a hand out and pushing his bangs out of his face with the other.

Tony absolutely does not watch the muscles of his bicep bunch and flex as he does. Nope. And even if he were, which, quite frankly, is a stretch, it would be for purely scientific reasons, because that man is a miracle of sorts.

Fuck it.

Tony puts his pencil and his notepad to the side, the Millenial Problems aren’t getting solved anytime soon anyway. He ignores the way his heart jumps at Steve’s genuine smile.

Fuck!

Steve Rogers, Mr.-- Captain’ Apple Pie, Good Family Values, Ultimate Good Guy, Straight Virgin Extraordinaire’ America. That’s the guy he chose to fall for-- admire. In the name of science. Of course.

He lets Steve pull him up, and ends up crashing into his chest.

“Fuck, sorry Tony,” Steve says, sheepishly. The profanity falls from his lips like it’s entirely natural, and if it is, then surely, in the three months they’ve been living together, Tony should’ve already heard it.

Steve immediately moves away when Tony doesn’t move, “Tony, you okay?”

“You said fuck.”

Steve narrows his eyes at him and slowly and deliberately says, “Fuck.”

And god, isn’t that a trip, Steve, looking like that, swearing. The apple pie schtick was cute, but this, this is hot.

He stares at Steve, the look in his eyes, the way he bites his lip like that, the arm on his shoulder, and everything clicks into place. Steve’s a thirst trap, and he fucking knows it.

Asshole.

But in light of that revelation, (and praying that he’s not wrong (but then again, his math rarely is (and this is the farthest thing from rational, which doesn’t throw it out of the realm of math, but it’s a near thing))) he grabs Steve’s elbow and pulls him off to the side, far from where anyone could see them.

“I’m going to kiss you now,” he says, more confident than he feels, but that confidence soars when he sees Steve’s eyes darken, and sees him grin and lean in.

Tony closes the gap.

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Tony watches, entranced, melted blue-raspberry ice-pop dribbling down his fingers, over his ring, as Steve gets out of the pool. The way the water is dripping down his chest and abs, not dissimilar to the way Tony himself licked and kissed down his stomach last night, drawing attention to his happy trail, disappearing into his speedos, is practically indecent. And almost definitely illegal.

“Oh, for God’s sake, Stark,” Natasha groans, throwing an ice-pop stick at him with alarming accuracy, “I thought the pining would stop by now.”

“I’m just admiring my husband,” Tony says, not taking his eyes off Steve.

“Hey, darling,” Steve says, coming up to him, blocking out the sun.

Tony flicks up his sunglasses, “I know exactly what you’re doing,” he tells him.

Steve smiles, amused. “Oh, yeah? Do tell.”

Tony languidly gets up and notes with deep satisfaction the way Steve’s eyes darken and travel up and down his body. He moves so close to Steve, they’re sharing the same air, “You are trying to distract me.”

“Is it working?”

Tony tugs him down into a kiss that has everyone around them jeering.

Steve looks down at him and grins, and he’s so goddamn beautiful Tony thinks that his heart is going to burst because that’s his husband, he married him, “Wanna get out of here?”

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[windfighter]

Squeezing in one last story for the @iron-man-bingo

Square: Pizza night

Summary:

Tony has been working hard, Loki tries to get him to bed without success. Eventually the genius himself decides to take a break and the two find themselves cuddled up in the couch together.

(I really need to work on my summary-skills)

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Tony's workshop was unusually quiet. Loki laid on the couch, reading a book that was floating above him. Tony was sitting by one of the desks, cables and papers spread out on the table and holograms floating infront of him. Occassionally he would rub his eye and massage his forehead and Loki would make note of it. The music blasting from the speakers had been turned off a couple hours ago and while Loki didn't mind he knew it meant something was wrong.

”Is all well, Anthony?”

”Yeah, just peachy. You just worry 'bout your book, Reindeer games.”

Loki rolled his eyes and returned to his book. Some of the papers fell from Tony's desk and Loki's eyes left the book and rested on Tony instead. Tony had put his elbows to the desk and was resting his head on his hands.

”Are you perhaps experiencing one of Midgards many illnesses?”

”Just tired.”

”Yes, I have heard that humans require at least six hours of sleep each night. Do you wish to head to our bedroom?”

”Nah, need to get this done.”

Tony gestured vaguely towards the holograms and Loki nodded. No use arguing, Tony would collapse when he was done. He kept working. Loki sat up in the couch, leaned back casually and watched Tony's hands as they worked. They trembled and two cables fell to the floor. Tony let out a groan and pulled his hands over his face.

”Screw S.H.I.E.L.D, I'm done. Pizza.”

”Anthony?”

”You coming, sexy?”

Tony got up from the chair, stretched. Loki winced at the way Tony's body cracked as he moved. He got up, wrapped his arms around Tony and kissed his shoulder.

”Are you ready to retreat to the bedroom?”

”P-I-Z-Z-A”, Tony spelled and Loki rolled his eyes. ”I'm taking a break, the one-eyed man can wait.”

”May I perhaps recommend something healthier than pizza?”

”We've talked about this, Loki.”

Tony squirmed around in Loki's arms, faced him, and Loki leaned his forehead against Tony's.

”I am well aware, dear. I merely wish for you to be able to stay by my side as long as possible. If you would only allow me to...”

”No magical fruits, we talked about that too.”

”There is no danger in eating Idun's apples, I give you my word”, he kissed Tony's forehead. ”But I shall not press you into accepting my offer. In time you will see how reasonable I am with it.”

”Love you too, apples”, Tony kissed Loki and squirmed free from his grip. ”J, order our usual pizzas, please.”

Loki recieved another kiss, then Tony grabbed his hand, intertwined their fingers and led him out of the workshop.

Loki sat in the couch, book in his hands and glanced over the edge of it to watch as Tony danced around the kitchen to gather snacks and drinks. The pizza was delivered straight to their floor and Tony fetched it, sat down next to Loki. Loki put his book down, wrapped an arm around Tony and kissed his temple. A movie started – Froze, Tony's idea of a joke and Loki shook his head. He actually enjoyed the movie, he just hadn't let Tony know that yet. He kissed Tony's cheek before they started on the pizzas and the movie.

After they had finished the pizzas Loki wrapped his arms around Tony, pulled him closer and wrapped a blanket around the two of them. Tony made a soft sound of disagreement before snuggling up against Loki's chest and Loki kissed his head, kept watching the movie. Tony played with his hand, sometimes placed soft kisses on it which Loki always answered by either squeezing Tony's hand or kissing his head. Tony's breathing got slower, he was almost melting in Loki's lap.

”Anthony? Do you wish to go to bed?”

They were only halfway through the movie, but Tony had been awake for far too long for a midgardian. Tony shook his head and yawned.

”'m fine here, sweetie. Have everything I need.”

”Are you certain about that?”

Tony yawned again, relaxed further into Loki's arms and Loki kissed his cheek.

”If that is what you wish.”

He tucked Tony further into the blanket, moved around on the couch until both of them were lying down, Tony on top of him and his arms wrapped around Tony. He could feel Tony smile against his chest.

”Love you”, he mumbled.

Loki froze, stared at the nest of hair that was visible in the corner of his eyes. Tony seemed unaware of the words that had escaped his lips and he slowly fell into a restfull sleep. Loki stared at the television, didn't watch the movie, far away in his own thoughts. Then he smiled, hugged Tony and kissed his head once more before laying back to sleep himself.

Did you hear that, brother? The midgardian loves me. I think I'm starting to understand you better now.

Thor didn't hear him, but it didn't matter. He fell asleep with Tony safe and loved in his arms.

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[deadpooly]

Iron Man Bingo 2019

4 times Tony and Clint kissed each other as a joke and the one time it was definitely a real kiss.

“Hey Birdbrain, did you make coffee?” Tony asked the archer as he walked into the room and he smelled the bitter scent of coffee. Even though coffee barley has a scent.

“Yep, used a garbage bag as a filter and made it with dirt.” Clint said as he watched Tony take a huge gulp from his mug and basically ascend into heaven.

“I could literally kiss you right now.” Tony said as he continued to finish the mug. He obviously had a rough night.

“Well I mean, nobody’s stopping you right now.” Clint shrugged. He was turned around to the grill scrambling some eggs because yes, even though he puts up a dumb act he can very much function and live. Example would be making Tony coffee for once.

So Clint stood there scrambling his eggs when he felt lips touch his cheek and he nearly burst out laughing. It was slightly wet and soft on his cheek. Of course Tony actually kissed him. If you make the man coffee you would definitely get something in return.

This was the first kiss he received from Tony Stark and since those are rare nowadays he will cherish them and keep a count.

He was at one so far.

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The second time Clint actually kissed Tony while on a mission, he did it as a distraction. Nat said it works wonders, so why not give it a shot.

Steve and Nat were in the right wing of the Hydra base while Thor and Bruce where on the outside. The main mission being to get intel and the required information before they tore down the base from the inside out. So far this has proved to be faster than their regular way of taking down a Hydra base and much easier. However the only problem being Tony Stark who was wearing as much of a disguise as he could to not be recognized.

So Clint was in a disgusting Hydra uniform they snagged off of some agent and Tony is in some scientists get up and those pants should not be able to make his ass look that good, but here we are.

Clint is also pretty confident that he wont be recognized because he likes to lay low with every mission he does regardless of if its on tv or not, that's the point of being a spy for a secret organization.

So Clint and Tony silently were walking side by side when Tony’s enhanced hearing technology heard a few agents and security mumblr stuff about suspicious figures lurking around the base, and of course descriptions perfectly matched what they were wearing.

“Hm, that’s not a good sign is it?” Clint asked pointing to a few agents rounding the far corner, they were far enough that Clint could definitely form some plan.

“Yep, not looking to good. Any plans Birdbrain?” Tony asked turning around to walk the other way while Clint followed them only to see a few more agents coming from the other end of the hall.

“Alright, I have an idea but you might not like it.” Clint started and he grabbed Tony’s arms and dragged him to the side of the hall into a small corner and they stood there. “Nat says it works wonders with Hydra.”

“Well? What is it? We appear to be running out of time here.” Tony whisper shouted at Clint.

“I'm gonna kiss you right now.” Clint replied and put Tony into the corner.

“Why? Not that im against the idea.” Tony asked he just let CLint push him into the corner and followed the archers movements because he had more experience dealing with Hydra face to face than he did.

“Because public displays of affection make people very uncomfortable.” Clint said before the Hydra agents got too close and he locked his lips with Tony.

Tony was shocked at first but he wasn't totally against the idea so he started kissing back, it was mild. Nothing to serious and they stayed stuck together until they were sure that the Hydra scumbags were gone.

Once Clint could hear their footsteps disappear he pulled away from Tony with a satisfied smirk and started walking down the hall to their original destination.

“Not too bad honey cakes.” Clint whistled and laughed because of Tony’s surprised face.

“Not that it wasn't nice, but did Natasha really tell you that?” Tony questioned once they got close to the main science and informations lab.

“Yep, she used it on Cap.” he answered Tony’s question as he watched Tony start to hack the door lock. 

“Hm, I bet Cap seemed to really like that tactic” Tony said with sarcasm lacing his voice.

“Oh yeah he loved it. Wanna try it again? Some Hydra asshole might be tailing us.” Clint joked the suggestion.

“Definitely wouldn't shoot down the idea, but maybe later little birdy.” Tony grinned at Clint while he blasted the door open to the lab.

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The third time Tony and Clint shared a kiss it was because Tony just came in with a new upgrade idea and how else could Clint repay the genius. It wasn't totally out of character for Tony to randomly be bubbly and just have a huge invention spree so Clint didn't really mind and Tony didn't care what his teammates thought about him being happy. Honestly though, Clint never was objecting any time spent with the genius when he has his little science sparks in the lab that may need his assistance, since he seems to be the only one who would actually joke back with him and share the fun while on missions or just watching a movie on the couch.

Tony was just walking through the tower holding his stark pad and scrolling though some tech ideas and those kind of things. He saw Natasha with Steve in the gym, Bruce was in the lab and Thor just left to go visit Jane. So this leaves his favorite sniper and snark buddy to probably be somewhere either in the vents or the kitchen.

And as always, Tony was right. He found their resident archer sitting on the counter eating corn pops out of the box. Tony wanted to laugh at how childish it looked but it was also adorable so he just rolled his eyes and continued towards the bird themed hero.

“Hey birdy.” he greeted.

“My knight in shining armour.” Clint easily replied with a smooth tone.

“I just got a restock in my lab and can build a few more things and since you are my second favorite-” Tony started to talk before Clint cut him off.

“Hey, why not your first?” Clint complained.

“Because Captain America hero worship doesn't really change when you are a child no matter how hard you tried to grow out of it.” Tony stuck out his hand asking for some of the dry cereal Clint seemed to be enjoying and he pointed the box towards the billionaire and he stuck his hand in to take a few corn pops and pop them into his mouth.

“Makes sense I guess.” he shrugged and he jumped off of the counter top so he was looking over Tony’s shoulder onto his stark pad. “Woah, is that the new design for my bow?” he awed at the design on the screen.

“Yep, got a lighter frame and technology to make shots more powerful and accurate.” Tony said swiping through and typing notes on the screen. “Not that you would need that anyways right legolas?” he said and Clint rolled his eyes and squeezed Tony’s shoulders while giving him a peck on the cheek.

“Thanks for the stuff. I’ll probably come down to your cool toy zone in about an hour.” Clint grabbed a bagel from the bread basket that was sitting out and he walked out of the room.

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The fourth time Tony was kind of expecting it, the joking kisses between him and Clint were fun and expected and loose with no arguments or awkwardness. They were playing games in the common room with the other avengers and it was Mario Kart so everyone was feeling super competitive currently. Tony wanted to scoff at Clint who still thought he was the best at Mario Kart. Of course to settle things they placed a bet. If Tony won, which he always does, Clint has to walk around in booty shorts that say “I love Tony Stark” across the ass and declare him as the best Mario Kart player in the world. Clint was totally joking about what he gets if he wins but he said “A big wet kiss on the lips and a custom made big golden trophy that said “Hawkeye owns Tony Stark's ass” which yes everyone knows seems immature but Tony just laughed and declared the bet to go on.

Natasha was on the floor leaning against the couch and Clint sat on the couch above her. Tony was on the other side of the long couch with his legs crossed and Steve, Thor and Bruce were scattered throughout the room sitting in random positions. 

“I swear to shit if you get the blue shell.” Tony started to threaten when he saw Clint hit a rainbow item box. Lucky for him he only got a red shell, which knocked a CPU out of his way. They were playing the rainbow bridge level and when Thor saw it he was amused and brought up the idea that they should sometimes go racing on the rainbow bridge in Asgard.

“Im gonna get a blue shell on the next one.” Clint said with determination on his face. He was in second and Tony was right in front of him but their speeds were matching and Clint needed to find a way to get in front fast. “Hey Nat, im gonna get a blue shell next right?” he asked the redhead who sat below him.

“Yep.” 

“Awesome!” Clint smirked at Tony. “Your gonna lose.” he taunted. “Everything Nat says is right.”

“Oh shit!” Tony yelled when Clint got a blue shell and launched it at Tony. Tony however had the horn and right before the shell hit him he activated the horn and it stopped the shell form hitting him. “Ha ha! Yes! You are so going to lose Katniss.” but right as he was about to cross the finish line one of the CPU’s must have gotten a blue shell because one second before Tony won his character was hit and Clint raced past him and won the game.

“YES! I'm the best!” Clint threw his arms up in the air and stuck his tongue out at Tony who only rolled his eyes with a grin and quickly moved across the couch so he was in Clint’s space.

Since Clint won the bet it was required for Tony to give him a big smooch of victory so that's exactly what he did. It was long, it was loud and it was probably much more enjoyable that Tony would have thought. So this bet was probably more of a win-win situation for him.

Tony was using the couch armrests to hold himself up and Clint just wrapped his hand around the back of Tony’s neck to keep him there. They both were laughing into the kiss and when they pulled apart their giggles turned into loud bursts of cackling.

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Tony could always remember the fifth time they kissed. They were in his lab and Tony was finishing some work on the trophy and when he held it up to look at it he gave a satasfied smirk to Clint as he tossed the trophy over.

“Hm, maybe you do own my ass.” he decided to say.

“I sure would like to. Have you seen it?” Clint smiled at the trophy then at Tony and walked over. “I mean, I wouldn't mind wearing those booty shorts you planned on putting me in if I lost.” he suggested with a devious grin.

“Are you implying something Birdbrain?” Tony asked looking at him quizzically.

“Mayhaps. It’s been four smooches late hm?” Clint laughed as he leaned over and pecked Tony on the cheek. Tony totally thought that their game was going to end here and they would make it official so he was totally taken aback when Clint’s lips didn't land on his own.

“Hey! I thought you were a marksman!” Tony grabbed Clint’s arms before he could leave with the trophy.

“I never miss.” he replied with a cocky tony lacing his voice.

“Um, yeah you just did. Totally missed the only target that matters.” Tony said and his hand made its way to grasp at Clint’s shirt collar and bring him in closer.

“Impossib-” CLint was going to say before he was cut off by Tony pulling him in and laying a long kiss on his lips. Clint turned his head and started to kiss back and nip at the geniuses lips before he pulled back.

“Yep, im going to need those booty shorts.” Clint said before hoisting the trophy over his head and walking out of the lab.

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[sciencelings-writes]

Incredibles AU (Part 1)

My next @iron-man-bingo entry! Enjoy!!

The Starks were a normal American family. Tony, the father, worked as a mechanic for a decent wage, Virginia, the stay-at-home mom, took care of the kids and kept the house in order, Harley, the eldest son was a high school junior with passing grades and helped his father as a hobby, Peter, the middle child, was less than a year younger than his brother and spent his time reading and daydreaming, lastly, Morgan, the baby. She was a normal toddler that as most normal babies, couldn’t talk and seemed to be having as much fun being completely unaware of what was happening. 

But on the inside, the Starks were not very normal. Tony could feel the electricity through technology and could create whatever his brilliant mind could come up with. Virginia, often going by her nickname Pepper, had fire under her skin and could melt metal with her bare hands. Harley could see and control the magnetic fields around him and levitate the metals around him. Peter could lift an elephant with his pinky, stick to even the slickest materials, hear the heartbeats of people miles away, feel danger moments from its impact, perform intricate acrobatic maneuvers, and balance on a string. Morgan could… well, they didn't know yet but her powers would manifest pretty soon. It usually took a few years. 

So yeah, the Starks were pretty normal. They kind of had to be. In the world that they lived in, people like them were a controversial topic and publicly using their powers or using them to intervene in everyday life was illegal. Sure, Pepper could heat up a pot of pasta to get it to boil faster and Harley could lift the car that his father was working on, but in the public eye, they had to do things the normal way. Peter had to pretend that he couldn’t lift as much as he was able to, Tony had to let his phone stay thick and inefficient. Because they had to be normal. Even if it made life feel emotionally unsaturated. 

However, Tony was unsatisfied with this. He missed having a suit of technologically advanced armor. He missed flying above the air and going against the odd villain of the week. He missed the rush of energy he got when he saved someone or dodged death for the seventh time that week. He missed the excitement. The only thing stopping him from going back was his family. He didn’t care about the superhuman regulatory laws, he just had to keep his family safe. Even if it meant he couldn’t be Iron Man anymore. 

Tonys children had never gotten to know what it was like to be a superhero. They never knew why Tony so desperately missed it. They never had super friends, because of the mandatory secrecy. The only person outside of their family that they knew had powers was Pepper's old friend Carol. She could shoot bright energy out of her hands and glow and use the power to fly. She didn’t just secretly have powers though, she secretly got married to a non-powered woman. She was probably the coolest person the Starks ever knew. 

Besides Carol, there was only one more person who knew about their little superfamily. James Rhodes. He didn’t have any powers but he was still Tonys longtime best friend. Rhodey was a military man who could be hit with the weirdest shit but still stay logical. He always had a fire extinguisher with him after Pepper had a cold and almost sneezed the house on fire. 

So, an ordinary family in an ordinary world. Fortunately soon the world would need extraordinary people again. Whether they knew it or not. 

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Superheroes and supervillains may be gone but that didn’t mean that there wasn’t an evil out there. It just meant that the world concurring was much slower and more malicious. Non-powered individuals were afraid of their more evolved counterparts. There was a group of these kinds of people that hid in the shadows ever since superhumans were discovered. They called themselves HYDRA. 

They had whispered in the ears of the world governments for decades and were the ones to force the supers into hiding. But that wasn’t all. Superhumans were going missing. Even some of the Starks old teammates. The Winter Soldier, James Barnes, was one of them. Along with Scarlet Witch (Wanda Maximoff), Black Widow (Natasha Romanoff), and worst of all, The Hulk, Tony’s friend Bruce Banner. 

Needless to say, the disappearances didn’t go unnoticed. Tony and Pepper started to get paranoid. They kept in near constant contact with Carol and even though Harley could drive, Pepper always picked her boys up from school. Tony started a project, just in case something happened, so that they would be ready. But they had no idea what they were up against. Who could capture some of the strongest supers on the planet without even a trace? Who would even want to try to capture the Hulk? To Tony that was practically suicide. 

The kids weren’t aware of what was happening and Tony wanted to keep it that way. Let them worry about school and allowances and not the fact that there was practically an anti-superhuman organization out there connected to the vanishing of dozens of their kind. Unfortunately, Tony’s kids had inherited his brilliance. They also had access to the news just like their parents had. 

After years of being forced to hide their powers, they found a reason to be afraid to have them. Because people just like them were going missing and the non-powered government wasn’t planning on doing anything about it. They were unfortunately unlucky enough to live in a world where it was more illegal to save someone with their powers than to be behind major hate crimes towards supers. 

It took one more of Tony’s super friends to go missing before he stopped sitting on his ass to just watch. He had to actually do something about this. Someone had abducted Thor. THOR! The guy was a literal god and some unpowered piece of shit managed to get him too. Some morbid curiosity made him wonder how they were even able to do it. In fact, how were they even able to do it to any of the heroes they had taken? Tony suspected that they had something on their side that made them actually able to… take down the most powerful of them. The idea sent a shiver up his spine. 

Tony had closed the shop for the day but still left early in the morning as if he was just going to work as normal. He kissed his wife goodbye and she seemed to suspect he was up to something but didn’t have time to figure it out because Peter still wasn’t awake for school goddamnit, and Tony left without a hitch. 

It wasn’t hard to get into a highly secure government building, at least with his technopathy. He just had to wave his hand in front of the keypad and it lit up green and let him in. All he had to do was not get seen by a real person. Or he could just pass off like he belonged there. It wasn’t too hard with the dapper suit he had changed into before going in. His sunglasses were as much of a mask as the metal one he had locked in storage. 

He just waited for the highest ranking official to need to go to the bathroom and snuck into the man's office. It only took a slight touch on the clunky computer for information to flood Tony’s brain. Of course, it took a moment for Tony to know that it had been too easy for a reason. A little red light blinked urgently at the corner of his vision and he sent one last message before the electricity hit him. After a moment of immeasurable pain, his vision went dark. 

Pepper was in the middle of cooking when she got the message. She looked at the little device that Tony had made her after Natasha had gone missing, he had said that it was only for emergencies and she felt her heart stop when she noticed that it had gone off. She didn’t take time to wash her hands or anything before she picked the device up to read what it said. 

It was a long string of numbers and at the end was the words, ‘Superhuman Containment Facility’ Peppers blood went cold which with her powers was incredibly rare. She knew he wouldn’t have used the communication device to send it to her unless he was in trouble. Her body must’ve betrayed her secrecy because Peter seemed to notice. 

“Mom? Are you okay?” He looked up at her with his big brown eyes, he had just been doing his homework on the dining room table when she got Tony’s message. With his enhanced senses, nothing got past him. He always knew when something was wrong. 

“Yeah,” she lied, “Something just came up, I have to… get something taken care of… How about you order a pizza, I’ll leave a twenty…” 

“Mom.” Peter interrupted, “What’s wrong?” 

“Nothing you need to worry about.” She lied again, “I’ll be back late…” Peter squinted his eyes at her. But she had something more important to worry about. Before she didn’t know what it would take to get her back into her old life of hero-work, but her question was answered at a moments notice with the disappearance of her husband. 

“Is dad in trouble?” Peter asked innocently. 

“Probably. I’ll take care of it.” She promised with a proud smile. 

“What if Morgan develops her powers while you’re gone?” 

“I seriously doubt that will happen. Can you hand me the phone? I need to make a call.” She requested and he tossed the plastic home phone to her. Peter looked at her as if he knew she was lying but was too polite to interrupt her while she made her call. 

“Hey, Maria? It’s Pepper. Do you still have that jet?” Peters' eyes widened. 

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Carol had been a mixture of worried about Tony and excited to get back into hero-work when Pepper met them at their aircraft they’d hidden from the government in their concrete basement. Pepper knew that she couldn’t fly a jet but both Maria and her wife were more than willing to help her. 

There wasn’t much hesitation to board the aircraft and enter in the coordinates that Tony sent her. Carol put on her old red and dark blue super suit with the gold eight-pointed star and thick stripes sprouting out of it going to her shoulders and red sash around her waist. Carol also had a helmet that tucked her hair into a mohawk and went around her eyes to properly protect her identity. 

Pepper didn’t even think about getting her suit… She hasn’t worn it in so long… It probably didn’t even fit anymore. Protecting her identity had been the least of her concerns but it didn’t matter now. It was too late anyway. 

Pepper left the cockpit to sort out her thoughts and attempt to make a plan but hushed whispers stopped her train of thought. 

“Shut up! I can use it! Dad made it for me remember!” 

“Dude she’s coming-” 

She knew those voices. She honestly couldn’t say that she was surprised to hear them but she had been dreading it. She just hoped that they had an ounce of foresight and didn’t leave a budding super-toddler home alone. They were too much like their father, all impulsive selflessness and not a thought of consequences. 

“Peter… Harley…” She said in her mother voice. The voices stopped and for a moment, everything was quiet. “I’m not an idiot I know you’re there.” After a second more of silence, there was a sigh and Harley, in a plain gold and black super-suit similar to the one Tony wore under his metal shell, walked out of a well hidden dark corner. Peter, in a red and blue super-suit with a spider insignia on the chest, dropped from the ceiling and landed without effort. 

“Hi, mom…” The said in strangely perfect unison. 

“I’m not mad… but did you at least get Morgan a sitter?” Pepper asked. 

“Yeah, we’re not that irresponsible… Scott was nearby.” Harley explained. 

“You got Scott? Like, Ant-Man Scott?” 

“No, Laser-Vision Scott, or course Ant-Man Scott!” Harley said oozing with his father's sarcasm. 

“Okay… How did you get those suits? Have you been holding out a sewing power or something?” 

“I mean, I can sew a little but dad made these. I think he was scared because of all the super people disappearing.” Peter sighed. “He made one for you, we brought it.” he smiled and dug around in a duffle bag to pull out a white, gold and bright red flaming spandex super-suit. It was a little more flashy and glittery than her old one but honestly, Pepper had to admit it had style. 

“Fine, family mission. But you guys have to promise to listen to me. If you stray from my instructions and get yourself hurt then I’ll ground you for life. Got it?” She ordered with as much authority as she knew they would listen too. Enough to know she was serious. 

“Yes, ma’am!” Harley saluted dramatically with Peter rolling his eyes. 

“We promise.” Her Spider-kid smiled, obviously not doing a good job hiding his excitement and fear of finally being able to be a superhero. 

“This is serious, these guys won’t care if you’re a little young.” 

“Yeah… I know… I’ve been waiting for this kind of thing forever. Not for dad to get kidnapped but… to actually use the weird shit I was born with.” Peter rambled. 

“Well, don’t enjoy it too much. This isn’t a field trip.” 

“Are we going to tell Aunt Carol that we’re here?” 

“Shit… I should probably tell her that we have stowaways…” 

“We heard everything Mrs. Stark,” Maria said loudly from the cockpit. 

“Hey, kiddos!” Carol called from her seat. 

“Hi, Aunt Carol!” Peter greeted cheerfully as they made their way to the cockpit holding their gay pilot aunts.

“If you guys put your seatbelts on, I’ll do a barrel roll-” Carol offered.

“No, you’re not.” Maria gave her wife a look. “This is a mission, not an amusement park.” 

“Yeah… it’s time to be serious…” Harley said in an overly serious tone and straightened his back while folding his arms in an attempt to look ‘serious.’ Maria looked back at him with a raised eyebrow and Peter snickered in response. Pepper rolled her eyes and left to go to the onboard bathroom to change into her new suit. She felt like she was the only one worried about Tony but she knew that everyone dealt with stress in different ways. Including distractions. 

The flight was only a few hours long, with the speed of the aircraft and the fact that the ‘superhuman containment facility’ was apparently in the middle of the Pacific Ocean between the edge of California and Hawaii.  Not horrifically far away for a crazy fast aircraft. 

Of course, a few hours of smooth flying meant that there was something coming. And this time, it wasn’t just Pepper’s paranoia. Before the radar even saw anything, Peter straightened up and looked around the window, looking for whatever was setting him off. 

“Guys… something is coming…” He warned a full five seconds before the radar pinged with something approaching them head-on. After they cleared a clump of clouds, they saw what it was. A handful of small fighter ships were coming from the small island that was now in view. Pepper was almost completely sure that the island held her husband captive on it.  

“Is everyone belted in? This rides ‘bout to get bumpy.” Maria warned as she helpfully pressed a seatbelt sign like this was a commercial flight that was going to experience a little bit of turbulence. Harley stumbled to a seat and Peter just held on, fully relying on his stickiness to keep him from shaking around the cabin like a maraca. Before Harley could fully fasten his seatbelt, Carol swerved the aircraft away from the fighter jet that had started to shoot at them. 

Pepper caught Harley before he went hurling into the wall and everyone tried to stablized themselves as the jet went rolling to avoid the gunfire. Carol roared as she shot her own fleet of fire at them. She caught at least four fighter jets in the gunfire but the other six were fast enough to avoid it. Their aircraft was surprisingly nimble for being like ten times bigger than the fighter jets, but even Carol and Maria’s flying wasn’t going to be enough.

The biggest fighter jet shot a massive projectile at them and it took a swan dive, several rolls and a bunch of crazy flying techniques to realize that they couldn’t get the homing missile off of their tail. It was faster than them and no matter how fast they went. It was slowly approaching them with no hope of escape. Then, Pepper had an idea. 

“Harley… you have to destroy it.” She realized. 

“I’ve never worked with anything that big or far away…” His voice shook in the fear that they were about to get blown out of the sky. 

“I know, but you can do it. You just have to focus as hard as you can.” Pepper said urgently. Harley closed his eyes and held his hand out to the back of the aircraft. 

“I-I can’t-” His arm shook with the effort. They could vaguely hear the emergency call that Maria was directing towards the island tower, saying things like the fact that there were children on board and that they weren’t there to attack anyone. But it was no use. The missile just kept coming closer with the little red dot blinking more and more urgently. 

“You have to!” Pepper said desperately. Harley tried but it was like he couldn’t get a hold of it. It was too much. It was like trying to climb up a steep waterfall. He just kept slipping and his muscles strained with the physical effort of at least trying not to fall. Thankfully, the closer it got, the more he was able to get a hold on it. Unfortunately, that also meant that it was getting closer to killing them all. 

They were moments away from being hit when Harley finally got a hold of it and swiped his arm with the last bit of energy and got it off course. But not off course enough. It blasted through the left wing and tore a hole through the aircraft before exploding. Somehow, this didn’t kill everyone. Peter had held Harley down to keep him from flying off into the vacuum of air trying to rip them into a thousand feet of free fall.

This was the point where everyone seemed to realize that they couldn’t stay on the jet. It was a little too late for a rescue. Harley activated his suit and the metal plates came flying at him. Carol and Maria had gotten out of their seats and Carol had started to glow from head to toe. There was a lot of yelling that was being covered up by the thunderous sound of the air against the doomed aircraft. 

The minute after that was chaos. At some point, Carol let herself be pulled out by the vacuum with Maria in her arms and catching herself with her power to fly once they were out of the crashing jet. Somehow Harley had done the same thing and had managed to figure out how to make the suit fly before he could fall to his death. He caught his mom before she could pummel to the unforgiving water below. 

All that was left was Peter. The jet was losing altitude too fast for him to try to jump off and hope someone would catch him. He tried to think about what his suit could do but his panicked mind stumbled over thoughts like he was trying to run with twisted ankles. He couldn’t fly… he couldn’t- after a flurry of panicked thoughts, an idea thankfully stuck out to him. He climbed to the hole in the side of the aircraft and stuck himself to the outside of the jet as he made his way to the top. The wind threatened to rip him off but somehow he managed to crawl to the top of the plummeting aircraft. 

When Harley had first found the suits when Pepper had left for their aunts, he also found the paper schematics with paragraphs of specific features in each suit and each little detail and Peter was pretty sure that he had seen something about web wings. They weren’t actual wings but being able to glide would be a whole lot better than falling like a comet to the ground. The problem was, he couldn’t remember how to activate them. He had gotten the suit a few hours ago and had not used his time on the jet to figure out how to work his suit out. 

He crouched on the top of the jet with the rough wind hitting him with all its might. And he did something stupid. He took a breath and he leaped into the air. The wind immediately swept him far away from the crashing jet and he spent a horrifying second thinking that he just doomed himself even more than he already did. But as he extended his arms, the web wings popped open and caught the wind like a kite. 

His spider-sense reminded him that he wasn’t safe and he shakily adjusted his body as a convenient gust of wind hit him and raised him higher for a perfect moment. He landed on the glass of the fighter jet that was following the crashing ship and he wasted no time in breaking it. He threw out the person inside after taking a short moment to check and see if the bad guy had a parachute or not. He did. So Peter didn’t feel too bad throwing him out of his jet. 

With his spider-sense, piloting a fighter jet was weirdly easy. All he had to do was steer and play ratatouille with his sense buzzing when he was about to do something wrong. He managed to relatively gently crashland on the island without being followed and quickly distanced himself from the crash. The problem was, now, he was completely alone. And it was just as scary as being stuck in a jet with its wing ripped out.

Well, that wasn’t good.

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Her soul and his heart. Pepperony color palette fill for Iron Man bingo. @iron-man-bingo

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One Night In Vegas

One Night in Vegas: An Iron Man Fanfic

Buy me a ☕ Square:  @iron-man-bingo - Accidentally Married, @marvelfluffbingo - Woke up Married

Rating:  M

Warning:  Talk of sex, aftermath of drinking and drug use.

Word Count:  2753

Pairing:  Tony Stark x F!Reader

Summary:  You wake up in a Vegas suite with Tony Stark wearing the biggest diamond ring you’ve seen in your life.  The two of you then try and piece the night together.

One Night In Vegas

You woke up with your head pounding and your eyelashes stuck together.  Not that you particularly wanted to open your eyes.  You wanted to pass out again and hopefully, sleep through until your headache was gone.

Unfortunately, along with the pounding, there was nausea that was starting to get to the unbearable point and you could already feel the bile rising in your throat.  You were going to throw up, and you had to work out how you were going to get untangled from whoever it was you were currently tangled up with.

You pried your eyes open slowly.  The room was filled with the bright light of the desert sun outside and your eyes did not seem to want to adjust to it.  You groaned and tried to pull away from whoever was clinging to you like a koala.  When your eyes finally adjusted you saw it was Tony and let out a sigh of relief.  Your relationship with Tony wasn’t exactly conventional but the idea of waking up with a stranger when you were as blackout wasted as you got last night was not one you were a fan of.

He grumbled and seemed to tighten up around you more and you pushed him.  “Let me up.”  You whined.

He let you go, rolling over and grunting as you stumbled out of the circular bed and ran to the bathroom, dropping to your knees on the marble floor and emptying your stomach.

Last night had been… well, you weren’t even sure.  It had started with a few rounds of poker in the high rollers lounge.  You had a reservation at Scotch 80 Prime though so you had to leave before too much money had either been lost or made so that Tony could have his wish of eating his way through a $100 steak and drink $50 glasses of whiskey.

After that, you had gone to Tao.  There had been dancing and drinking, both with Tony and without.  Then after that was a big blank space of time.  You had no idea how you had managed to get back to the hotel.

You sat by the toilet for a while, after you’d finished throwing up and then dry-heaving.  All you could do was just keep your eyes closed and your forehead pressed to the cold marble wall.  You might have dozed off even, it was hard to tell.  When you finally got up, you flushed and went to rinse your mouth out.  It was when you were washing your hands you saw the ring.

The fact you hadn’t realized it was there up until then was a little shocking on its own.  The thing was huge.  It had a large rectangular-cut diamond in the middle with similar diamonds cascading down the platinum band in smaller and smaller sizes.  Assuming it was real - and it probably was - it would have cost a fortune.  It was sitting on the ring finger of your left hand and you had no memory of even getting given it.

You splashed your face with water and went back out to the bedroom.  “Tony?”  You said, quietly at first, going to sit on the sofa opposite the circular bed.

He was sprawled out on his stomach with just the sheet over his naked ass and he grumbled in response to you.

“Tony?”  You repeated, a little louder this time.

He rolled over covering his eyes and groaning, though once he was on his back he seemed to just fall back to sleep.

“Tony!”  You shouted, immediately regretting the decision.  The sound split through your skull and you clutched your forehead in your hands.

“Why are you yelling?”  Tony whined.

“Did you propose to me last night?”

Tony sat up and blinked at you slowly.  “I don’t think so.  I hadn’t planned to ask you to marry me anyway.”

“Then where did this come from?”  You said, holding up his hand.

He looked at the ring on your finger and then at your face before getting up and hobbling towards you, grabbing his glasses off the nightstand and slipping them on as he came over, sighing in relief once they were in place.

He flopped down next to you and took your hand.  “You’d think with all the drinking I’ve done in my life I wouldn’t get hangovers anymore.  What the fuck did we do last night?”

“Got engaged, apparently.”  You said.  “This was you, right?”

He scrunched up half his face.  “It’s a little much.  So I guess so.  I really don’t remember anything.”

“Did somebody roofie us?”  You asked.  “It’s seriously blank.”

Tony chuckled.  “Yeah, they slipped us a roofie, made me buy a ring, pop the question, then put us in bed together.”

“This is so weird.”  You said lying down with your head in his lap.  He gently stroked his fingers through your hair.  “I guess… we should figure out where you got it from and return it?”

“What?  You need a bigger ring?”  He teased.

You snorted, and immediately pinched the bridge of your nose.  “I need pain killers and water.”

“Yeah.  That could help.  I’ll call the butler to get us something, and food.  Greasy food.  We can take a shower in the meantime.”  He said.

You got up and he smacked your ass as you headed to the bathroom, he picked up the phone.  You turned the shower on and took off the ring and put it on the counter.  You had been with Tony for years and years now.  Marriage had never once come up, so a drunken proposal seemed so out of character.  You tapped the ring like you were checking it was real and then got in under the hot water, turning your face up to it and opening your mouth as it cascaded down on you.

It wasn’t long until Tony was stepping in behind you.  His arms circled your waist and he rested his forehead against your shoulder.  “I’m either never drinking again or I’m drinking as soon as I get out of the shower.  I haven’t decided.”

You laughed softly and he started to wash your hair.  “Did you want to get married, Tony?”

He didn’t say anything for a moment.  He just kept massaging your scalp until you made a strangled gurgling sound.  He chuckled and kissed your shoulder.  “Why do you not want to take the ring back?”

“No, I absolutely want to take the ring back.  If we ever do get engaged, it’s not going to be when I’m blackout drunk.”  You said.

Tony took a breath and you turned to face him.  “Is saying I really don’t actually give a shit and okay answer?”  He asked.

You nodded.  “Yeah, of course.  No wrong answers.”

“Good.  Because weird as it might seem, I really don’t.  I love you and it’s you and me.  If getting married was something that was important to you, we’d already be married.  I just don’t care about the whole thing enough to bother.”

You nodded again.  This wasn’t exactly a shock.  Neither of you had ever talked about getting married.  It did beg one question though.  “So, what the fuck is with the ring?”

“I have no idea.  I’ll get FRIDAY to take us over our steps last night.  It’ll be like watching the hangover, only staring us.”

You laughed and pecked his lips, before stepping under the water and rinsing your hair out.  “This is going to be scary.”

“You’re telling me.”  Tony teased.

You finished the shower and got out, drying off and changing into some sweats.  You moved the ring to the in-room safe for safekeeping and then when out to the hall.  Looking downstairs at the living and bar area of the suite was like looking down on a war zone where the primary weapons used were glitter and bottles.  It had been trashed and there were already maids going around and cleaning up.  You groaned and shook your head.  The Butler that had been assigned to your suite greeted you both at the bottom of the stairs.  “Good morning, Mr. and Mrs. Stark.  Mr. Hogan and Colonel Rhodes are both waiting for you at the dining table.”

“Rhodey’s here?”  Tony asked, looking both confused and delighted as he almost skipped off to the dining area.

You went to follow after him when the butler stopped you.  “Mrs. Stark?”

You turned and looked at him.  It wouldn’t be the first time someone had called you that.  “I’m not Mrs. Stark.”  You corrected him.

“My apologies.  It was what you asked me to call you when you came in last night.”  He said and before you could even unpack that bit of information he was handing you a bottle. “For your headache.  And I took the liberty of having your dress dry cleaned.”

“My dress?”  You asked.

“Your wedding dress.  You left it on the stairs.”

Your eyes went wide and you lurched towards the living room, fumbling to uncap the lid of the bottle of ibuprofen you were holding.  “Tony!”  You yelled.

You stumbled into the room to be greeted by the bemused looking Rhodey and Happy and a confused looking Tony.

“What is it, dear?”  Tony asked.

“There’s the blushing bride!”  Rhodey teased.

Tony’s head snapped around and he stared slack-jawed at his best friend.  “The what now?”

“The bride.  You guys got married last night.  You don’t remember?”  Rhodey answered, seeming to be fully aware that the two of you had no idea what happened last night.

“Someone had better fill us in on what the hell you’re talking about,”  Tony said and fixed his eyes on Happy.

“What’s the last thing you remember?”  Happy asked, and shoveled a forkful of eggs and bacon into his mouth.

“Dancing at Tao.” You said as you finally got the bottle cap off the pills and tipped some into your palm.  You downed them with orange juice, drinking it straight from the pitcher.

“Yeah, Tao for me too,”  Tony said.

“Alright.  So you gotta forgive me because it can be hard to keep track of the two of you when you go on one of your little escapades.  You were drinking a lot.  Even for you, boss.  You kept sneaking off to the bathrooms.  Pretty sure to fuck.  I think but I don’t know, you might have taken e.  Because after one trip in you came back extra level loving on everything and rubbing your faces on things like cats.”  Happy explained and took a sip of his coffee.

Tony has snatched the pills off you and downed some with coffee.

“So,”  Happy continued.  “You started both waxing poetic about how in love you were and how much better at being a couple you were than every other couple in the world because you ‘got’ each other.  You said,” He said pointed at you.  “That you were better than every married couple because they just had to shackle each other and you two were free with your love.”

He swung his arm so he was pointing at Tony.  “You said, that because you were so much better than every married couple you should probably just get married and that any wedding you had would be better than any wedding anyone else had ever had.  You then demanded we go and find a jeweler so you could get her a ring.”

“Oh no,”  Tony said.

“Oh yes.”  Happy said.  “I drove you around for a bit hoping you might sober up but you kept drinking in the car and telling me to hurry up because your love needed to be acknowledged.  I found a jeweler.  You bought the biggest fucking ring they had that also fit.  You dropped to your knee in the jeweler and proposed right away.”

“Oh god.”  You groaned.

Happy nodded and had another mouthful of his breakfast as you poured your first cup of coffee and Tony poured his second.

“So then you said,” he said gesturing to you with his fork.  “That your love was too big to wait, that it had to be announced to the world now.  You agreed,” he poked his fork in Tony’s direction.  “So you bought wedding bands and made me take you dress and suit shopping.”

“This is where I got the phone call,”  Rhodey interjected.  “Not from either of you, I might add.  Happy called me freaking out.  He knew that you would probably regret this but he hadn’t been able to talk you out of it.  I got in my War Machine armor and high-tailed it over.”

“I had hoped that at some point you would sober up and stop but no, you kept getting champagne everywhere we went.  I seriously don’t know how you don’t have alcohol poisoning.  When you had your dress and suit you made me find a chapel.  You specifically wanted to be married by Elvis.”  Happy explained.

“Fuck!” Tony groaned, letting his head fall back as he rubbed his temples.

“I arrived just in time to be your witness,”  Rhodey explained.  “There was no talking you out of it.  Then you came back here and had a ‘reception’.  Which was just random strangers drinking and partying until you guys went up to bed and passed out and we kicked everyone out.”

“Jesus.”  You hissed.

“Yep.  So that’s what happened last night.  I think I’m banning you from the state of Nevada quite frankly, Tones.”  Rhodey said.

“Shutting that gate after the horses have bolted, huh, platypus?”  Tony said without raising his head.

No one said anything for a bit.  Rhodey and Happy just finished up their breakfast while you and Tony just slumped in your chair.

Finally, you sat up straight and began to put food onto a plate.  “I guess we’re married then.”

Tony huffed and started doing the same.  “Guess we are.  Oh well.”  He said.  “Alright, So we release a statement saying we eloped to avoid a media frenzy and it was just us and our closest friends?”

“Ha!”  Happy barked.  “Nice try, boss.  But you live-streamed it.”

Tony groaned and banged his head on the table.  “Of course I did.”

“It had over three million viewers.”

Tony straightened back up and adjusted his glasses.  “Alright let’s see it.”

Rhodey chuckled, clearly delighted by proceedings and flicked his phone open.  He clicked on it a few times and flicked the screen so the giant TV that looked over the room turned on and shaky footage of an extremely happy Tony standing at the end of an aisle next to an Elvis impersonator.  The bridal waltz started up and the screen swung around to show you walking down the aisle.

“Does my dress have LED lights in it?”  You asked.

“It sure does!” Rhodey teased.

“You said it made you feel like a magical princess.”  Happy added.

“Always a look I aspire to.”  You deadpanned.  “Good god, this is mortifying.”

“We do look happy though.  Look at how in love we are.”  Tony said.

You smiled and leaned against his shoulder.  “Yeah, we do look happy.”

You watched through the ceremony, experiencing your wedding for what felt like the first time.  The smiles never left your faces and when Elvis said ‘kiss the bride’, Tony dipped you.

“Aww, you’re cute.”  You said.

“You are,”  Tony shot back.

You leaned in and kissed him gently, and he cupped your jaw, deepening it just a little.  When you pulled back the smile on his face was mirrored by the one on yours.

“If we bought wedding bands, where are they?”  You asked.

Happy fished in his pocket pulling out two matching platinum bands.  “You asked to have a photo of them taken with the flowers and then forget to get them back.”  He said handing them over.

You each took them and slipped them on your ring finger and then held them up as you assessed them.

“Guess we better call the kids and tell them mommy and daddy got married,”  Tony said.

“God, I hope they don’t get too annoyed we didn’t have them as the flower girls.”

Tony shrugged.  “If they are we can do it again properly.  Actually, invite people.  Let them choose where it happens.”

“You know they’ll choose Disney, don’t you?”  You said.

He shrugged.  “Can’t be any tackier than what I just witnessed.”

Tony pulled out his phone and dialed the nanny and for one second you were sure you saw Rhodey and Happy smirking at each other.

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Painful Secrets

Painful Secrets: An Iron Man Fanfic

Buy me a ☕ Square:  @iron-man-bingo - secret relationship

Rating:  M

Warning:  Sexual situations, a little foreplay, angst

Word Count:  1430

Pairing:  Tony Stark x F!Reader

Summary:  After you wake up with Tony in your bed, the nature of your secret relationship is questioned.

Painful Secrets

You were already asleep when the bedroom door opened and Tony made his way into your room.  He sighed when he saw you, sleeping peacefully and debated leaving again.

He couldn’t be caught waking up here after all.  You'd both decided that until you were both sure that this fling you had was serious or not it was better if no one knew about it.  Considering you were already asleep there wasn’t really much he could do except lie with you for a little while and then leave again.

Well, there was the whole, waking you up with sex thing you’d suggested, but last time he tried that you’d kicked him in the face and he’d had to make up some story about DUM-E hitting him with a fire extinguisher.

He hovered by the door, but the pull to intimacy was stronger than the push of getting caught.  He stripped down to his boxers.  The room filled with the blue light that radiated out from the arc reactor when he took his shirt off and wasn’t dulled again until he climbed under the covers with you.

Normally Tony liked to be the little spoon.  He liked wearing the backpack that was the weight of your body on his.  He slept better like that.  Even if he did have to set an alarm for 3 am to make sure he snuck out before Steve was up.

Tonight he curled himself around you, burying his face in your neck and pulling his body as tight as he could to yours.  You stirred just a little but quickly stilled and resumed the steady slow breathing letting him know you were deep asleep.

He had planned to just lie and hold you for a while before sneaking off.  To just breathe you in and be with you.  Even if it was just lying together while you slept.  Then he was going to leave and head back up to the penthouse and try and catch one sleep cycle.

That was his plan anyway.  Instead, he fell into a deep sleep that he didn’t wake from until the sun was creeping through the curtains.  For a moment it didn’t really sink in that he wasn’t supposed to be here.  He was comfortable, well-rested and you were there with him.

He nuzzled into your neck and ran his hands over you.  One hand cupping your breast while the other slid down to your cunt.  He palmed it slowly and lazily and you hummed and rolled over in his arms.  One of your legs went between his thighs, and you began to grind on his thigh as you wrapped your arms around him and kissed his chest.

He made a low humming sound and ran his hands down you your ass.  “Morning, honey.”

“Wait…”  You said pulling back slowly.  “What time is it?”

“It’s 9.14 AM, miss,”  FRIDAY replied.

You scrambled back.  “Shit.  Shit, everyone will be up already.”

“Hey, it’s alright.  So they find out about us.  Is that so bad?”  Tony asked sitting up.  “Come back over here.”

“Tony, I’m not ready for them to know.  I still don’t know what we actually are.”  You said grabbing his clothes up off the ground and throwing them at him.

Tony gathered them up and got up off the bed coming over to you and wrapping you in his arms.  “Look.  I know we started with just the random hookups, but we’re more than that aren’t we?”

“Yes.  No.  I don’t know.  I just… Tony… I thought we agreed to keep it quiet.”

He kissed your shoulder and up your neck.  “Are you ashamed of this?”

You shook your head and leaned back against him a little.

He let out a breath in relief.  He’d been worried about that.  That the reason you had agreed so readily when he’d suggested that the two of you keep things under wraps, it was because you didn’t want to be seen with him.  “Then what?  Do you not want it to be more?”

You turned and looked into his eyes, your hands going to his hips.  “I’m afraid, Tony.  We’re good at this.  It’s low pressure.  No one is asking us about kids or wedding bells.  They are making fun of us for being all cutsie.  There’s no press hounding us for comments.  No paps lurking in the bushes.  No rabid fangirls attacking me on the internet for being, not good enough, not pretty enough, not smart enough, a gold digger, a slut, all the things they can think of because it’s not them.  It’s just us when we feel like it.  We don’t have to think about the future or the public or our friends.  We can just enjoy each other.”

Tony shook his head and pulled away.  He pulled on his shirt and began to button it back up.  “See that’s the problem.”  He said.  “You say we can do it when we want, only I’m here now and you’re chasing me out.  I don’t want to set an alarm at three am to avoid Cap catching us.”

You sighed and sagged where you stood.  “What if it’s too much?  This was working.”

“Yeah.  I’m not so sure.”  He said and pulled on his pants.

You turned and watched as he got dressed.  “Tony.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure no one sees me.  No one has to know I was here.  Your precious reputation won’t be ruined.”

“Tony.  Please.”  You implored as he sat down and pulled his shoes on.

He didn’t say anything.  He didn’t want to.  In the past, he’d always stuck with one-night-stands.  One-night-stands were safe.  He didn’t know those people.  It was one night of hot sweaty fun and then he was out and in 95% of cases he never saw them again.  There were no messy feelings to get in the way.  When he let himself actually have feelings for someone he wanted to be with them.  He knew he was probably going to get hurt, but by the time he had gotten to the point of pursuing them, it was too late to stop it.  This ‘friends-with-benefits’, ‘let’s see what happens’, ‘keep it secret’, bullshit thing he’d tried with you had been a mistake.

He got up and headed for the door and you grabbed his arm.  “Tony.  So this is it?  It’s over?”

“You like the fuck buddies thing.  I get it.  You looked at me and saw the whole playboy past and thought I’d be safe.  That I wouldn’t get attached.  But that’s not how I work.  You didn’t want to get hurt, well neither do I.  So, yeah.  It’s over.”  He snapped.

“That’s not what…”

“I need more!  I know I’m a shit boyfriend, partner, whatever, but I don’t want to spend the rest of my life sneaking around and pretending I don’t love you when I do.”  He shouted.

You opened your mouth and then closed it again.  “You - you love me?”

He pulled away from you.  That had been a mistake.  He wasn’t even sure how he managed to get those particular words out in that exact order.  He definitely didn’t think he had it in him to say them again.  “It doesn’t matter.  You want something that’s low pressure, just some fun.  Maybe go speak to Clint.”

He began to storm to the door and just as he pulled it open you call out to him. 

“I love you too.”

He wheeled around and looked at you.  “What did you say?”

“I said… I said I love you too.”  You said.  “I don’t want Clint.  I want you.”

He closed the door and moved back into the room a little.  “Can we stop sneaking around?”

“Yes.”  You said.  “Tony, I thought… I thought there was an expiry date on this.  I thought if I let myself get too invested it would scare you off and then I’d have to be one more of the women you’d been through.”

“First of all… ouch.”

“Don’t pretend you don’t have a reputation.”  You shot back.

He went to say something in response but ended up just shaking his head.  You approached him slowly like you were worried any sudden movements might make him run or lash out.  He wasn’t totally convinced that he wouldn’t.

When you reached him you took his hands in yours and looked deep into his eyes.  “I love you, Tony.  Let's go back to bed.”

He smiled and let you lead him back to the bedroom, ready to actually make this thing real.

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That Kid You Knew - 1

That Kid You Knew: An Iron Man Fanfic

Masterlist

Buy me a ☕ @iron-man-bingo Square:  One Night Stand

Warning:  Drug use, Smut (F|M, oral sex, vaginal sex), mentions of unplanned pregnancy

Word Count:  4021

Pairing:  Tony Stark x F!Reader

Summary:  You had grown up knowing Tony Stark but as you’d gotten older you’d lost track of him.  When you see him at a party you have a drug-fueled one-night-stand with him.

10 years later he finds you again and has to come to terms with the fact he’s been a father all the time.

A/N:  This is a remix of an old fic of mine that will hit about 6 of my fills for the @iron-man-bingo, including remix of a fic.  Which is why I’m remixing it in the first place.  If you have read my fic Boy Next Door you’ll recognize this.  The differences will get more obvious as you go on.

Chapter 1

The way the drugs coursed through your system made your pulse race and your mind fuzzy at the edges.  Everything felt so good and looked so good.  You just wanted to touch everything.  As you looked around the room the lights danced on the walls drawing your attention.  It was like being in a dream.

You saw Tony walk into the room.  God, you’d known that man for so long now you couldn’t remember a time pre-Tony.  Your father had worked closely with Howard at Stark Industries, meaning that any company picnic or weekend business meeting, Tony was there with you.  He had been in the same class at school as your oldest brother and had been the same age as your sister.  He’d come to your house after school and pretend to do homework when really he was just taking a break from being a Stark.  You had always gotten on well.  He was a bit of a shit but nice enough.  He’d also always seen you as a kid so that was that.  He was just this kid you had grown up with.

When his dad died you’d been at the funeral.  You hadn’t been surprised that he stepped up as the CEO of the company.  You also hadn’t been surprised that he was still the playboy he had been since he hit puberty.  He’d started drinking young and you sometimes worried it would be the drinking that took him out in the end too.

You hadn’t seen him since the funeral and the past ten years he seemed to be circling the drain.  Stark Industries was still trading well.  He definitely seemed to be inventing the kinds of things the government wanted.  But with all the rumors of women and drugs and gambling on top of the weapons building, you wondered what happened to the Tony Stark you had grown up with.

Only now, you weren’t so sure.  You were surprised he was even here to be honest.  It was just some stupid unofficial high school reunion thing where some people were in town and they had just invited other people who were in town and no one was from the same class or the same age and everyone had thought it would be funny to get a keg and then drugs had been bought and even though you were all supposed to be ‘responsible adults’ you were acting like a bunch of teenagers.  The Tony Stark shouldn’t be at a party like that.  He was big time.  The rest of you were just the rabble.

He seemed so casual though.  He was definitely high.  Shit, so were you, so you couldn’t judge.  He had a suit jacket over a t-shirt with David Bowie on it.  The sunglasses he had on, despite it being dark inside, looked expensive whereas the converse he’d matched with his dress pants were the standard kind you could get for thirty bucks.  It was the Tony you remembered when you were kids, only now he was in his early thirties.

He looked good too.  Fit and well groomed.  You could see exactly what every woman who had ever slept with him must have seen.  There was a charm to him.  A kind of magnetism that drew you in.  You could almost see the threads tugging at you, calling you to him.

You got up off the couch from within the pile of people who were all just snuggled in together watching the lights and you approached him.  The music had a deep bass that traveled up your spine and you couldn’t help but move with it.  You weaved your way through the group gathered around Tony and smiled at him.  “Hey, Tony,” you almost sang in greeting.

“Oh, hey!”  He said warmly, pulling you against him in a tight hug.  He rubbed his cheek against yours.  His beard rubbed against your skin, scratching in that delicious way that sent a tingled through to the back of your head.  You reached up and ran your fingers along his jaw, scratching softly at his beard.  He almost purred as you did.  A deep rumble forming at the back of his throat.  “I haven’t seen you in forever.  How have you been?”

He asked all this against your ear and didn’t pull away when he was finished talking.  He just kept rubbing his face on you and his hands slid over your back.  You hummed and closed your eyes.  When did he get such great hands?  And how did he smell so good?

“I’ve been good.  Work mostly.  Normal stuff.  Not like you.”  You answered, pulling your body up close to his.  He felt hot and you couldn’t stop touching his face.

He laughed.  “No.  I haven’t been doing normal stuff.”

He pulled back and took off his glasses, looking into your eyes with his head tilted.  His pupils were dilated and he smiled.  You licked your lips and he leaned in and kissed you.  It was slow and deep.  His beard tickled your lips as you sucked on his soft bottom lip.  He pulled back, his teeth tugging at your bottom lip.  “Fuck,”  He sighed.  “That felt good.”

Your eyes felt heavy and you nodded.  “You’re good at it.”

He kissed you again.  This time as his lips caressed yours, his hands slid down to your ass and he gripped it.  His tongue slipped into your mouth and you could taste the Scotch he’d been drinking.  You moaned and moved in closer to him, pushing a leg between his.  His hands slipped under your skirt and teased at the elastic of your panties.  You had this far off, distant feeling that that should bother you.  It didn’t bother you.  His hands felt good and you could care less if everyone in the room could see your ass.

He kissed you for so long that the lack of oxygen began to add to the high you were already experiencing.  When he finally broke away, you felt light headed and your lips felt scratchy and slightly numb.

“Shall we go somewhere private?”   He said looking into your eyes.  You felt yourself getting lost in them.  They looked soft and warm but also full of lust.  You ran your thumb along the sharp line of his jaw and he licked his lips.

You nodded and swallowed hard.  Your mouth was dry and you couldn’t tell if that was just the drugs or because you knew what was about to happen.

“Where?”  He asked.

You pulled him upstairs and found an empty guest room.  It took a few tries.  Apparently you and Tony weren’t the only ones to have the idea.

Tony was on you as soon as the door was closed, kissing and pawing at you.  You pulled off each other’s clothes.  There was nothing coordinated or sexy about it.  You both kept stumbling and knocking into each other, until finally, you both fell onto the bed completely naked, except for your socks.

You stroked his dick and the urge to have it in your mouth took you over.  You pushed him back and lapped up the length of his already hard cock.  You traced your tongue over the veins and ridges and he moaned and fisted his hand in your hair as you took him into your mouth.

“Oh, fuck.”  He groaned.  “God, that feels so good.”

You took him deep into the back of your throat and hollowed your cheeks.  He leaked precome over your tongue and you hummed as the salty liquid coated your tastebuds.  There was something about the drugs, or maybe it was just him, but he tasted so good and you loved the way his shaft felt against your tongue.

“Should this be weird?  It doesn’t feel weird, but I feel like it should, don’t you think?”  He murmured.  You looked up at him.  He had his eyes fixed on you, watching as you bobbed up and down on his cock.  You laughed a little and continued to suck.  It doesn’t feel weird to you either, though you could see why it might feel like it should.  You were a little kid when you first met him.  Flicking that switch to say you weren’t might be a little strange even if that had been over twenty years ago.

He started to pant.  You gazed up at him and watched as his abs kept contracting and releasing and his chest rose and fell.  The deep guttural groan he made was pornographic and made your cunt flood.

“Oh, fuck!”  He gasped.  “Stop.  Please.  I want to fuck you.  I bet it feels so good to be deep in your pussy.”

You released his cock and crawled up his body, sliding against him.  “You sound like a bad porn movie.”

“I better fix that.”  He growled and rolled you both over.  “We’ll make it a good porn movie.”

You both started giggling and he brought his lips to yours.  Your pulse raced and your heart felt like it was trying to escape from your chest.  His fingers went to your pussy, finding you soaked and ready for him.  He pulled his hand away and put his fingers in his mouth.  “Fuck.”  He groaned.  He looked down at your pussy and licked his lips.

His fingers returned and he pushed two inside you and curled them, drawing out more of your fluids as he stroked them along your internal walls.  You groaned and pushed up against his hand, whimpering as he removed his fingers and put them in his mouth again and sucked them clean.

He hummed to himself and sat there, looking off into the distance as he sucked his fingers.

“Tony?”   You said, waking him from his reverie.

“Sorry,”  He said with a chuckle, shaking his head like he was trying to snap himself out of it.

He lined his cock against your entrance and sunk in.  You moaned as he gradually filled you.  He started to kiss you, slowly and deeply, his hips rolling against you.  His cock slides in and out of your cunt, creating a pleasant friction.

He pulled back a little and looked down at you as he continued to move.  “You feel that?  How connected we are?  Feels right.”  He murmured.  His voice was deep and gravelly like he’d just been pulled from sleep.  “This is what it should be like.”

You do feel connected to him.  To everything.  Like the world is one big organism and you and Tony were the nucleus.  Tony moved to his knees in one fluid motion and pulled you into his lap, his cock remaining buried deep inside you.

He started kissing you again, but his mouth didn’t remain on yours.  It roamed.  Kissing your throat.  Sucking on your breasts.  You wrapped your legs around his back and leaned back, letting him hold you in place as he thrust up into you.

“Oh, fuck.  Tony.  You feel so good.”  You moaned and began to finger your clit.  Tony dragged his teeth over your nipples.  Your core clenched and you came.  Not hard.  Just a wave of pleasure washing over you and taking you over.  Your cunt pulsed around Tony’s cock and he emptied inside you with a deep, low moan.

You both just stayed like that for a while.  Wrapped around each other.  Your head resting on his shoulder and his pressed into your neck.

Eventually, you slid off his lap and in some unspoken understanding, you both got dressed.  He turned to you before you both left the room.  “Do you have someone to be with when you come down?”  He asked.

“Yeah,”  You said.  “Beth and I talked each other into getting high.  I’m going to crash at her place.”  You said.

Tony nodded and kissed you softly.  “Good.  This was good. It was really nice seeing you.”

“Mom!  Are you home?  Where are you?”  You look up startled from your computer.  The sound of your son’s voice carried through your apartment.  He was home too early and you stood up quickly and went to the door, worried something had happened.

That night with Tony had been 10 years ago.  The high had lasted a week in the end.  You had a whole week of feeling loving and invulnerable and just pleased with the life choices you had been making.  Then you had crashed and it had been a doozy.  You cried for a full day.  Beth had actually slept in your bed that night because she had been worried that you might hurt yourself.  After that, you’d never taken recreational drugs again.  The high was nice, but it wasn’t worth the crash.

The next day, as you started to level out, was when you had realized what had happened.  You had slept with Tony Stark and not used protection at all.  By the time you had that epiphany, it was too late.  You were pregnant.  Pregnant to the kid who had always been around at your house.  The son of the guy your dad worked for.  The guy who was well and truly lost in the playboy lifestyle.  You were sure he wouldn’t give a shit about you, the back or what you wanted.

So you told no one.

You had your baby alone.  You’d stayed in New York because Tony was in LA.  There was no reason to try and avoid him, he didn’t really travel in your circles anymore.  You raised Owen alone and started your new life as a single parent.

It was hard.  Being a single mother was hard.  You did it though.  You were smart and you had an education.  You found a job you loved and was supportive of your situation.  Owen grew and started school.  People would ask you who his father was, but no one had guessed.  Why would they?  Tony Stark was not a part of your life.  He was just some rich guy you had known way back when.  Even though Owen was brilliant and witty and sarcastic.  Even though he was almost a little clone of his father.  Not one person suspected at all.

“Owen?”  You called.

Owen ran down the hall and crashed into you hugging you and then tugging on your hand.  “Oh my god, mom.  You won’t believe it.  We had our science fair today.  And I won.  But guess who the judge was?”

He dragged you into the living room and you stopped dead.  It felt like your heart had stopped.  Or maybe it was time itself.  Tony Stark was standing in your living room holding one of your framed photos in his hand and looking at it.  He looked up at you over the red-lensed sunglasses he was wearing and put it down on the shelf.

“It’s Tony Stark, mom!   He drove me home.  Said he wanted to meet you!”  Owen said.

“Owen!  You just got in a car with a complete stranger?”  You said.  There were so many emotions running through you right now you felt like you were about to vomit.  You couldn’t believe Owen would just get into a car with someone he didn’t know.   The fact that the person was his dad just made the whole matter worse.

“It’s okay.  We spoke to the principle.  I had my security.  It was all cleared.”  Tony said.  “Besides, we’re not strangers, are we?”

Owen looked from you to Tony and then back again.  “You know Tony Stark?”  He asked you.

“Yeah, we knew each other when we were kids,”  Tony answered.

“What!?”  Owen said looking awestruck.  “You never told me that!”

“It’s been a while,”  Tony said.  “About ten years right?”

“What… what… how… why are you here?”  You stuttered.

“You want to maybe have a coffee and catch up?”  Tony asked.

You nodded just once and he comes over to you.  “Owen, get started on your homework please.”

“Aww, mom. I wanted to talk to Mr. Stark.”  Owen complained.

“You can.  Soon.  Just…”  You stuttered.

“Let us catch up first, pal.  I’ll help you with your homework after.”  Tony said.

You followed him into the kitchen.  It felt like there was too much gravity.  That it was pulling you down into the ground.  Every step you took was a struggle.  You step into the kitchen and closed the door behind you.

Tony took the coffee pot off its burner and rinsed it out.  “So.  I was at this science fair.  It was last minute.  They were going to get Bill Nye but he got sick.  I was at the tower and my publicist called me.  It was my old school so I thought, why not?  Would be fun to see the little potato batteries.”

He filled the pot with water and then emptied it into the machine’s tank.  He started looking through your cupboards for filters.  “So I’m going down the aisle and this kid has made an exoskeleton glove that has biometric sensors.  He’s nine-years-old and doing college-level engineering.”

He finally found the filters and set up the coffee pot, going to your freezer and getting out the coffee, and adding in a few spoons.  When he turned the machine on he turned to you and leaned back against the bench.  “So I’m talking to this kid and he tells me he was raised by his mom.  He tells me her name.  And I’m like… I know someone by that name.  Shit.  I had a one night stand with someone by that name.  I have my AI look it up for me.  Low and behold, it’s not some coincidence.  It is you.  You have a son.  Owen.  No father listed on the birth certificate.  So at this point, I’m just trying to stay calm.  I mean, just because we had unprotected sex 10 years ago once, that doesn’t mean anything.  Maybe you did that a lot back then.  I mean, it wasn’t exactly hard to talk you into it.”

“Hypocrite,”  You hissed.

Tony laughed and ran his hand through his hair.  “No judgment.  I’m actually hoping that maybe you did sleep with a bunch of people, to be honest.”  He said, glancing at the kitchen door.  “He’s mine though isn’t he?”

You looked down at your feet and gave a small nod.  “Yes.”

“And what?  You were just never going to tell me?  Are you fucking kidding me right now?”  He kept his voice quiet, but you could tell he was furious.  Pure fury dripped from every single word.

You looked up at him.  He was still as handsome as you remembered him.  You had intentionally been trying to avoid all news about him.  Much to Owen’s annoyance.  He was a science kid and he loved the Avengers.  He wanted to go into the city and look at the monument for the battle of New York.  To have a tour of Avengers Tower.  To see if he could spot his favorite heroes.

His hair was lighter than you remembered and getting a little gray in it.  His eyes were more wrinkled at the corners.  But he still dressed the same and kept his beard as immaculately trimmed.  Cleaning himself up and becoming Iron Man had just made him be the guy he’d meant to be.  It hadn’t changed the core Tony Stark.

You swallowed hard.  “You’re telling me, that that guy back then.  The guy who was high and always drunk.  The guy who slept his way through all the Maxim cover models.  Who was well known for partying and sleeping around.  Who drove his car into someone’s pool.  That guy wouldn’t have just thrown a wad of cash at me and told me to get an abortion?”

He flinched like you’d slapped him in the face.  “What the fuck?  I know we were never really close, but I thought you’d have a little more faith in me than that.”

You shook your head.  “Hey, if I hadn’t gotten pregnant to some guy who was completely off his face.  Some guy who fucked me and left immediately.  I might have thought that too.  But I did.”

He drew himself up straight and strode over to you, leaning in close.  “You were off your face on drugs too, if I remember right.  You fucked me.  And then you left too.  Yet, here you are with a nine-year-old son and all your shit together.  You could have at least given me an option.”  He snarled.

“So what?  What would you have done, Tony?”  You snapped, trying to keep your voice down so that Owen couldn’t hear you.  “Think back to who you were then.  Tony Stark.  Billionaire, playboy.  Different girl every week.  Flying off to sell your weapons or go to parties.  In the paper for something or other, you’d been caught doing every other week.  You get some girl you knew as a kid pregnant in a drugged up one-night-stand.  She somehow gets in contact with you.  Goes to your publicist or something, who the fuck knows.  She says, ‘Hey man, you knocked me up.  I’m keeping it.’  What do you do?”

He leaned back against the bench again and took off his glasses, wiping the lenses on his t-shirt.  As he did he looked at the kitchen door to where your son is doing his homework.  His son.

“I wouldn’t have believed you.  I would have assumed you were like every other chick who has said I got her pregnant and was lying about it.  I would have demanded a DNA test.  When I knew for sure that kid was mine… I would have wanted to be a part of this.”  He growled the last part and for a moment you were actually terrified of him.  “How dare you take that decision away from me?”

You sighed and went to the door looking in at Owen.  He was sitting on the floor at the coffee table.  The TV was on playing some YouTuber he likes while he goes over his homework, filling out the worksheet like it’s the easiest thing in the world.

It had been hard.  Owen had asked who his dad was.  A lot.  You had never really known what to say.  You always just told him that he was a nice man who was not around because he couldn’t be.  He would hate you for lying to him this whole time.

You closed the door and turned back to Tony.  “I’m sorry.  I’m sorry, okay?”  You groaned.  “I was alone and scared.  I didn’t want him to grow up with that life you were living.  I didn’t want to give you the option to reject him either.  That would have been worse.  If I came to you and said, ‘here’s your son’ and you’d told me to fuck off and that you didn’t want anything to do with him.”

Tony put his glasses in his pocket and approached you.  He pushed a stray lock of hair from your face and you looked up into his eyes.  “You’ve done a really good job.  He’s a really smart kid.  And sweet.  His project was amazing and when he spoke about it he was so excited and friendly and funny.  You’ve done a really good job raising him.”

“Thank you.”  You said as tears pricked your eyes.

“So.  Now what?”  He asked.

You took a deep breath and exhaled it slowly.  This was the moment.  This was where all three of your lives could drastically change and the decision you made was going to be whether it was for the better or for the worse.

“Do you want me to introduce you?  I mean… as his dad?”  You asked.

Tony took his glasses back out of his pocket, unfolded them, went to put them back on.  Stopped.  Then folded them up again and put them in his pocket.  “Yes.  If that’s okay.  Shit.  This day took a turn I was not prepared for.”

You took his hand and gave it a squeeze.  “If you need more time.  I can always start preparing him.  I doubt he’s expecting to meet his dad today either.”

Tony looked at you, his eyes soft and a little scared.  “I think it’s been long enough.”  He linked his fingers with yours and you led him back into the living room.

// NEXT

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Going Home

Going home: An Iron Man Fanfic

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Warning:  Smut (vaginal sex),  Christmas celebrations

Word Count:  2834

Pairing:  Tony Stark x F!Reader

Summary:  When being a member of the Avengers becomes too much for you, you quit and return home with your tail between your legs.  Tony comes to convince you that’s not where your home really is.

Going Home

No one had told you how hard being an Avenger would be.  How hard it would be to always have to give 100% and even then, even when you had given everything you had and performed perfectly, innocent people still died and you had to carry the burden of them with you everywhere you went.

You hadn't expected it to be easy, but you hadn't expected that either, and as much as you liked the team, you felt like an outsider.  They were family and you were some ring in who could do a job but wasn’t part of them.  You felt alone in the trauma of the job and as the holiday season approached you became homesick to your very core.

You packed your things, handed in your resignation, and left.

Being back at home you felt a little bit like a failure.  You had been the elite of the elite.  That’s how you’d gotten the job in the first place.  Yet you couldn’t even handle it when the pressure was on.  You kept that you’d quit from your family and just tried to enjoy your place with the people who loved you.

It was two days before Christmas when you came downstairs in your pajamas and thick fluffy socks to find Tony sitting on the couch talking with your parents.  Your niece and nephew appearing to be using him as a climbing frame.

“There she is!”  Your mom said looking up at you.  “Had a bit of a sleep in did you?  Look who we found.”

You blinked a few times as Tony craned around to look at you.  “Tony?  What are you doing here?”

“I didn’t really have anyone to spend the holidays with, and you always talked about how big your family Christmases were.  I thought I’d just drop by.”  Tony said.

You furrowed your brow at him as he waggled his eyebrows.

“You’re more than welcome, Mister Stark.”  Your mom said.

“I’m pretty sure Tony would be more comfortable in a hotel, mom.  Wouldn’t you, Tony?”  You said, almost growling the last sentence.

“I’m fine on a couch.  I mean, assuming I’m not intruding.  I’d hate to intrude.”  Tony said turning back to your mom.

“Of course not.  We always have room for extras.  It’s no trouble at all.  You might need to sleep in with Derek.  It will be on bunk beds.  We are quite full up.”  Your mom said.

“That will be fine.  Thank you so much.  I know this was really out of the blue.”  Tony said.

“Of course.  No problem at all.  You’re more than welcome.”  Your mom said.  “Honey, can you show him up to the room.”

“Yeah.  Of course.”  You scowled.

Tony got up and skipped over to you.  “Lead the way.”

You began heading back up the stairs.  “What are you doing here?”  You whispered.

“Well, Cap got your resignation and came to me.  We were pretty shocked, to be honest.  Why didn’t you come and talk to us?”  He said as he followed you up.  “Nice pajamas by the way.  I like the… What are they?  Pigs?”

“Hippos.”  You said.

“Right.  Hippos.  Very cute.  Didn’t take you for the cute pajama type.”  He said.

You opened the door to your brother’s old bedroom and shoved him inside pushing him up against the wall.  “You don’t know anything about me.  Why are you here?  I quit?  Why can’t I quit?”

Tony lowered your hand from his chest.  “As hot as this is, I’m not sure we need this level of aggression.  We were worried about you.  That’s all.”

“I have a phone.”  You said.

“Would you have answered?”  Tony asked.

You huffed and turned away from him.

He shook himself off but kept his distance.  “Look, I get it.  This job.  It sucks and we can be a little cliquey.  I don’t think you really want to quit though.  So, I’ve come to spend time.  If you still want out after Christmas, then I’ll leave you be.”

You let out a breath.  “I just don’t think I’m meant for it.”

“We all feel that way sometimes,”  Tony said.  “Now come help me get stuff out of the car.  I got a lot of presents for everyone.”

You tilted your head and looked him over. “You did?  But how did you know who would be here?”

“I’m Tony Stark.”

Tony spent the day just doing his best to try and blend in with your family.  Well, blend in might not be the right word.  Tony Stark rarely blended in anywhere.  But he was accepted and the current flavor of the hour.  He was cornered to talk about tech, investments, Iron Man, past battles, models he’d slept with.  The kids were pretty much obsessed with the fact that Iron Man was at the grandparent’s house.

He had his armor on.  Not the Iron Man armor, obviously, but the protective shell of Tony Stark - Genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist.  It made him the sole focus of attention, and you wondered what it was that he was actually trying to achieve.

It was nice that he cared enough to come, but why he thought that just taking your family's attention away from you was going to work, you had no idea.

You had gone to bed early, feeling a little overwhelmed with how you felt with him being there.  You read for a while before trying to actually sleep.  You weren’t sure if you were already asleep or almost asleep when your bedroom door opened.

You opened your eyes, blinking in the gloom at the silhouette in the doorway.  “Tony?”  You said.

“Derek snores.”  He said.

“So?  I told you to get a hotel.”  You grumbled.

He came into your room and closed the door.  “Move over, I’ll share with you.”

You grumbled and shifted to the side letting him in beside you.  He lay down and pulled the covers up.  “So is this your childhood bedroom?”

“Yes.”  You said.

“Do you still have posters up from when you were a kid?”

“No.”

“Did you have posters up back then?”

“Yes.”

“Oh yeah?”  He teased.  “Who did you have up?”

“I don’t know.  Keanu Reeves?  Kittens.”  You said, feeling exasperated.  “Are you going to sleep or ask questions?”

Tony started laughing.  “Ask questions.”  He answered.  “You got your old stuffed animals here?”

“Yes.”

Tony sat up and looked around the gloom.  “Where are they?”

“I don’t know, Tony,”  You groaned.  “There’s a teddy bear beside you.”

Tony chuckled and picked the bear up and turned it over in his hands.  “Why’d you run?  Really?”

“I told you in the resignation.”  You said.  “I don’t think I’m meant for that world.  I don’t think I belong there.”

Tony lay back down and faced you.  “But why?”

You sighed.  “How can you see all those innocent people die and just… go on.”

Tony frowned.  “It’s tough.  I carry them with me wherever I go.”  He said quietly.  “Took me a long time to do it myself, but it helps if you see someone.  A therapist or something.  Even if you don’t come back I can tell you that really helps.”

“I’m not coming back.”  You said.

“I know, dear.”  He said.  “It helps if you think about all the people you saved.  Think about them, honey.  You are the best at what you do.  For every person that you couldn’t save, you probably saved 100 people.  More even.  Besides, it’s not like those deaths were your fault.  They were the fault of the people we were fighting.”

You started crying and Tony very hesitantly put his arms around you.  You moved into them and he held you and rubbed your back.  “I keep thinking about what I could have done differently.  It was my fault for not being good enough.”

“Of course you’re good enough.  You think we’re playing around over there?  We’re the Avengers, honey.”  Tony soothed as he rubbed your back.

“Then why do you work for them?”  You teased.

He stifled a laugh.  “I paid my way in,”  He joked.  “You little shit.”

You gave a half-hearted laugh and looked up at him.  “I just feel like I’m alone there.  You guys have each other and I don’t feel like I’m part of that.”

“I’m here now.  You think I just show up at anyone’s house at Christmas?”

“I don’t know.  Maybe?”  You said.

He shook his head.  “Nope.  Just you.”  He said.  “Look, we consider you one of us.  But we’re all as fucked up as you feel right now.  If you feel like we were keeping you out, I’m sorry.  We didn’t realize.”

You sighed and pressed your face against his chest.  You hated feeling as weak and vulnerable as you did right now, but there was something about the way he was holding you that felt reassuring.  That it was okay that you felt that way.

“I’m not going to force you to go back with me.  Take the time you need.  Be with your family.  If you really don’t want to come back, then we’ll get it.”  He said.  “Just know, the door is always open.”

You sniffled and looked up at him again.  “When did you get so sappy, Stark?”

“If you tell anyone, I’ll be forced to kill you.”  He teased.

You laughed and you pressed your cheek to his chest again, listening to his heartbeat.  He pressed his lips to the top of your head and rubbed your back in soothing circles.  It felt so good being in his arms.  It had been a while since someone had just held you like this.

You lifted your head again slowly and your eyes met his.  You could see the light that peeked through the cracks in your door reflected in his eyes.  He smiled at you and whether it was because of how vulnerable you felt, or how good it felt in his arms, you weren’t sure, but you leaned up and kissed him.

It was just a soft press of your lips on his, but you let it linger.  He moved his lips a little and pulled you tighter to him and you deepened the kiss more.  He matched you and then deepened it again until the two of you were kissing passionately, hungrily, in a desperate frenzy.  You wrapped yourself tightly around him and his arms ran up your back into your hair, pulling on it.

You moaned against his lips and he rolled over, pressing you down into your mattress and rolled his hips, grinding down against your cunt.  You could feel his cock start to harden against you and you pulled him down harder against you.

You were vaguely aware that maybe this wasn’t a great idea.  Tony wasn’t exactly your boss.  Technically that was Steve.  But he was definitely in a position of power above you.  You couldn’t even truthfully say you’d thought about him this way very often.  There was that general understanding he was hot and he had a reputation that maybe you were academically interested in seeing if he could live up to.  But you’d thought about all the Avengers that way in some shape or form.

Right now, you wanted this and him more than anything.

Tony pulled back and looked at you. You immediately started to kiss his neck and push your hands up under his t-shirt.  “You sure about this?  We’ve never really… and you...”  He was breathless and uncertain but his hips still ground down into you.

“Yes… Oh god.  Please, Tony.  I want you.”  You moaned.

“But your mom’s downstairs.”  He said.

“Don’t care.”

“You got protection?”  He asked.

You whined and shook your head.  You hadn’t exactly been expecting to get laid while you were in your parent’s house.  He was right though.  You’d both been around the block a few times, he likely hadn’t had any pregnancy scares for a reason.

“Okay.  Hang on.”  He said and got up and tucked his erection into the waistband of his pants to keep it flush against him.  He pulled his t-shirt down over it and went to the door.  “I’ll be back.”

You waited until the bedroom door closed and then hastily stripped off your pajamas and threw them across the room before climbing under the covers.  Tony reappeared not long after, sneaking back into the room.

“You look very cozy there.”  He said pulling his t-shirt off.

You smirked up at him and threw off your covers.  He grinned and his eyes traveled down your body, taking you all in, biting his bottom lip.  “Very nice.”  He said.

He pushed his pants down and crawled back up your body, putting the condom packet in his teeth.  When he positioned himself over you, you took the packet off him and he kissed you again.

It was slower this time, lacking the frenzied need of before, but no less deep or passionate.  He rolled his hips against you, running the head of his cock up and down your folds.  You moaned and broke the kiss, tearing the condom packet open with your teeth.  He kissed your neck ravenously, sucking on your skin as you reached down and rolled it on.  He groaned as you wrapped your fingers around his cock and pumped it a few times.  He gripped your hip and looked down at you, and with a sudden thrust, he was inside of you.

You mewled burying your face in his neck to muffle the sound.  He braced his hand on the head of the bed and fucked you hard.  You bit into his shoulder and dug your nails into his shoulders and just held on as he penetrated you.  You start to chant against his neck as you fell apart under him.  Just a torrent of random curse words mixed with his name.

You arched your back and with a loud moan against his neck you came, your whole body shuddering.  He kept thrusting, fucking you through your orgasm.  When you finally gained control of your muscles again, you pushed him, flipping him onto his back and straddling his waist.

You slowed things down, swirling your hips as you rode him like you were doing a seated belly dance on him.  He moaned softly and watched you, running his hands down from your neck to your breasts, squeezing them and teasing your nipples.  He caressed your sides and began to rub your clit.

A second orgasm started to build, pressing down on your core.  The closer you got, the faster you moved, until you were riding him hard, bouncing up and down on his cock.  “Fuck, that’s it,”  Tony grunted as he watched your tits bounce as you moved.

His fingers worked hard and fast on your clit.  Your orgasm broke, crashing through you, making your legs tremble.  While you still shook with it, Tony sat up and wrapped his arms around your waist, holding you by the lower back.  You leaned back and he began to thrust up into you.  You moved with him, rocking your hips as he fucked up into you.  A third orgasm hit.  Less intense this time and Tony rubbed your clit to draw it out, making your cunt squeeze and flutter around his cock.

He pulled out and flipped you over, entering you from behind.  He leaned right in over you and pounded hard into you, fucking you right into your mattress.  You bit into your quilt, crying out in it as it felt like you lost complete control over your body.  He pulled your hips up a little so each hard thrust into you, the head of his cock hit your g-spot.  You felt fuzzy on the edges, yet on fire all at once.  You came again and screamed into the blanket as you gushed onto Tony’s cock.

“Fuck,”  Tony grunted, and with a hard thrust into you, he came.  You could feel the pulse of his cock as he emptied inside you.

He collapsed down on top of you breathing heavily as you panted under him.  As you both came down from your orgasm highs he kissed your neck and rolled off you.  “Well, I didn’t expect that.”  He said, taking off the condom and throwing it in your wastebasket.

You chuckled.  “Nope.  And now I gotta change my sheets.”

Tony turned on your bedside lamp and smirked at you.  “I’m good right?”

You burst out laughing.  “Yeah, Tony.  You’re good.”

“You go clean up.  Shower if you want.  I’ll change your sheets.”

“Thanks.”  You said getting up and grabbing your robe.   “There’s fresh linen in the wardrobe.”

Tony got up and began stripping your bed.  “Hey,”  He said as you reached the door.  “If you come back we can do that a lot more if you want.”

You chuckled and shook your head.  “I’ll think about it.”  You said and headed into the hall.  Maybe starting something up with Tony might be worth going back for.

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That Kid You Knew - Chapter 5

That Kid You Knew: An Iron Man Fanfic

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Warning:  Smut (M|F vaginal fingering)

Word Count:  2673

Pairing:  Tony Stark x F!Reader

Summary:  You had grown up knowing Tony Stark but as you’d gotten older you’d lost track of him.  When you see him at a party you have a drug-fueled one-night-stand with him.

10 years later he finds you again and has to come to terms with the fact he’s been a father all the time.

Chapter 5

“So, did you have a good birthday, kid?”

The sound of Tony’s voice traveled down the hall as he spoke with Owen.  The party had gone a little later than expected and had been followed by dinner out with the Avengers and that landed right in the middle of the two Harry Potter and the Cursed Child show’s he’d gotten tickets too.

You’d come back to your apartment that was stacked high with moving boxes and were now trying to find space in them for the myriad of new gifts Owen had received.  The removalists were coming to take everything tomorrow morning, so you wanted to make sure it was ready to go.

“It was awesome!  I never did that many things before.  I thought we were done and then there was another thing.”  Owen replied, the excitement clear in his voice.  He continued talking but the words aren’t clear enough to hear what he is saying.

“Of course.  Owen.  I’m never going to miss another birthday.  I have to make up for all those ones I missed.  When you turn 50 I’ll be there.”  Tony said.

“Wouldn’t you be dead by then?”  Owen giggled.

“I’m never going to die.”  Tony joked.

There was a sudden fit of loud laughter from the room and you moved into the kitchen to unpack the dishwasher.

“I wish we weren’t moving.  I liked being close to you.”  Owen said.

“Yeah.  You’ll have a yard though.  Maybe you can talk to your mom about getting a dog.”  Tony said.

You chuckled and rolled your eyes as resigned yourself to having to go to a shelter with Owen.

“Will you come and visit a lot?”  Owen asked.

“As much as I can.  And you can come to stay here with me.”  Tony answered.  “It’s pretty late now though.  I think you had better sleep.”

“I’m all worked up though,”  Owen complained.

You laughed a little and headed into your bedroom to take a shower.  You spend a while just standing under the showerhead, enjoying that perfect pressure and temperature that you’d only ever achieved while living in the Avengers Tower.  When you got out, Tony was sitting on the end of your bed.  You startled and held your towel closed at your chest.

“Do you want to have that talk?”  He asked.

“Can I get dressed first?” You asked.

“Yeah, sure.”  He laughed and stepped into the hall.  You changed quickly into your pajamas and went and got him.

He closed the door behind him and approached you, running his fingers down your arm.   “Did you get a little bit jealous?”

You nodded, feeling a little bit ashamed.  “I don’t want you to date anyone else.”  You said quietly.

Tony smiled.  “That’s okay.  I only want to date you anyway.”

You sighed and shook your head.  “Last time… when we kissed.  You made it seem like you only wanted me because I was Owen’s mom.”

Tony led you to your bed and you sit down side-by-side.  “I was an idiot. But we do have a history of being idiots when we’re around each other don’t we?”

“I guess so.”  You chuckled softly.

Tony took your hands in his and ran a calloused thumb over your palm.  “I got caught up in the moment.”  He shook his head like he was trying to clear it.  “Fuck.  I gotta come clean here.  I am not good with all this feelings stuff.”

You laughed a little and he lifted your hand to his face and kissed it. “Alright. So… I definitely … had feelings for you.  But I was just… this mess of shit.  I was angry at you.  So fucking angry.  I could see why you did it, but fuck… I couldn’t believe anyone would keep my kid from me like that.  But then… you were being so good about it.  Letting me see him when I wanted and just trying to make it so this went smoothly.  Plus… I really like hanging around with you.  I like seeing you with him being a mom.  And even though you kept him from me, you also gave him to me.  So when he called me dad that first time, I was just this massive ball of mixed emotions.  And as you can see…”  He gestured to himself.  “I am shit at that.  And I thought ‘Oh god, I’m his dad.  And you’re his mom.  And I like you.  We should be a family.’  It was maybe not the smartest thing I’ve done.  But to be fair, not the dumbest thing I’ve ever done either.”

You lay back on the bed and sighed.  Tony lay down beside you and the two of you rolled onto your sides and faced each other.  It was a close and intimate position to be in as you stared directly into the warm brown of his eyes.  “What changed then?”

“Well, like I said… I do like you.  I might… love… you.  But you didn’t hear that from me.”  He smirked and you snickered at his joke.  It made you feel both light and warm and a tight constricting pressure in your chest.  “Owen told me that if I thought I liked you, I shouldn’t ignore it.  That even if we did break up he’d still be my son.  That helped.  It made me decide that I needed to get my shit together.  I can’t be this emotionally broken asshole who just pushes people away.  I can’t be who my dad was.  So I’ve been sorting through how I feel.  I thought about whether I’d want you if there was no Owen.  And I would.  There’s a reason why we fucked.  And yes, drugs were a huge reason.   But I’m attracted to you.  I like being around you.  I think you’re amazing.  So, I’d like to try this.”

You reached over and ran your finger down his cheek and along the line of his jaw.  “You’re not afraid of something going wrong?”

He smiled and his eyes crinkled at the corners. “Of course I am.  I am terrible at this stuff.  But I’ve done the calculations.  It’s worth the risk.”

You leaned in and kissed him.  It lingered but you didn’t part your lips. It was just a soft warm press of your lips against his before pulling back.

He ran his hand down your arm.  “So, what are you thinking?”

“I’m thinking you should get more comfortable because you might be here for a long time.”

He tilted his head and scrunched his brow.  “That could be taken three ways.  Either you’re about to talk forever, you just asked to bang, or you just asked me to marry you.”

You laughed and gave him a shove.  “The first one.”

He got up and took his shoes and jacket off.  You climbed under the covers and when he saw you, he took off his pants too, before climbing into bed with you in just his boxers and t-shirt.  You resumed your positions, lying side-by-side and facing each other.  “I really like you too, Tony. I just… I don’t know how to be in a relationship at all.  Let alone one with a celebrity.  Let alone that person being a celebrity because they’re a genius, billionaire, Avenger, that happens to also be the father of my kid.”

Tony sighed.  “It’ll be tough.  I’m not going to lie.  But that’s already the case, isn’t it?”

You nodded.  His fans had not gone easy on you.  While they all adored seeing Tony with Owen (something that freaked you out, if you were being honest with yourself), you were getting so much shit slung in your direction.  You were the dumb, nasty, gold-digging, slut, who tricked Tony Stark and now just wanted him for his money and fame.  “It’s weird… I don’t worry about you.  I know you.  It’s me I don’t trust.  I don’t trust that I’m strong enough to be who you need me to be.”

Tony laughed and pressed his lips to your forehead. “I need you to be you.”  He said.  “Besides, what are you talking about not strong enough?  You raised a son alone.  Never once letting anyone know who his dad was.  You could have just used me for the money, you know?  You are the strongest most together person I’ve ever met.”

You both edged a little closer together and Tony placed his hand on your hip.  “I just… how do you be a girlfriend?”  You asked.

“You seriously didn’t date at all since we hooked up?”

You shook your head.  “No.  I just…”  You sighed.  “Getting pregnant to you the way I did was such a monumentally stupid thing I could ever dream of doing.  Like even if I hadn’t gotten pregnant.  Who doesn’t use a condom when they fuck someone they barely know and have no idea what their sexual history is like?  Or actually, worse, I did know.  And it wasn’t good, Tony.  What if I caught something? Of all the negative outcomes; unplanned pregnancy was one of the best ones.”  You shook your head again like you were trying to clear it. “So, I didn’t trust myself after that.  I didn’t trust that any judgment I made about another man would be a good one.  What if that guy gives me chlamydia?  What if that guy cheats on me?  What if that one hits me?  What if he’s a pedophile just using me to get to Owen?  I just decided, for Owen’s sake more than anything, that it was best if I just didn’t.”

“But you trust me?”  Tony asked.

You nodded.  “I had to let you in.  For Owen’s sake.  And you’ve proven that you’re trustworthy.  Also, I didn’t get chlamydia from you that time, so that’s a bonus.”

Tony burst out laughing and rolled onto his back grabbing his chest.  When he finally calmed down he rolled to face you again and wiped his eyes.  “That is a bonus.” He said and started laughing again.

When he finally stopped, you quirked your eyebrow at him.  “You done?”

“I think so.”  He said, giggling.  “So, you haven’t had an orgasm since me?”

This time you burst out laughing.  “Oh my god, Tony!”  You wheezed, shoving him.  You clutched at his t-shirt in hysterics.  “Okay… okay…”  You panted.  “A.  How presumptuous are you to assume you even gave me an orgasm?”

You rolled out of bed and padded over to your wardrobe.  “Oh, I gave you one,”  Tony smirked.

“B,”  You continued, pulling a cardboard box down from the cupboard, that was the size of a large shoebox.  “Even if I couldn’t get myself off using my own hand - which I can - they make these things to help you in that department.”  You dumped your collection of sex toys out on the bed.  There’s a pink silicone rabbit.  A small blue silicone g-spot vibrator with a curved shape.  A steel bullet. And a nobbly, rainbow-colored, Pyrex dildo.

Tony looked up at you and raised an eyebrow.  He picked up the rabbit and turned it over.  “I think this means we’re married now. Got a kid.  Haven’t had sex in over ten years.  Seen your entire collection of sex toys.  That’s being married right?”

“I hope the sex part isn’t true.  Fuck.  Given how long it’s been for me, I’d be fucking you every chance I got.”  You said.  You packed the toys away and put the box back where it came from.  Before you got back into bed you switched off the light.

This time you lay with your head in the crook of his arm and he wrapped his arms around you. “So then…”  He said.

“I think so.  I’m so scared.  But being scared isn’t enough to not try this.  And if I have to watch you date someone else, it’ll kill me.”  You admitted.  “But I want to do it properly.  No skipping ahead because we want to be family.  We date.  If that works, we move in.  Then… I don’t know… Maybe getting married.  Maybe just moving in.  But those things before the more kids bit.  Not just suddenly living together and making more babies.”

“Smart,”  Tony said.

You both just lay like that for a while.  You draped yourself over Tony and nuzzled at his neck.  “You should go. We should talk to Owen first. I don’t want him to just find us in bed together.”

Tony whined.  “Really?  You’re gonna make me go up to my penthouse?”

“I know, living in a penthouse sounds terrible.  Your bed looks so uncomfortable.”  You deadpanned.

Tony chuckled.  “How about… and just hear me out here… instead… we just make out for a little while?”

You laughed softly and ran your hand over Tony’s cheek.  “Yeah, okay.”

You both adjusted so you were lying face to face again.  You rest your head on his bicep and start to kiss.  Slowly at first.  Your lips caressing his.  You nipped at his bottom lip and his tongue pushed into your mouth.  He still tasted like sugar, frosting, and Scotch and it mixed with the minty toothpaste taste in your mouth.

As you kissed your hands wandered.  You slid them up under his t-shirt and ran your fingertips over his abs.  They gently rise and fall over his muscles, which ripple under your touch.

One of his hands cupped your breast.  He gently ran his thumb over your nipple and it hardened under his attention.  He pinched it and you gasped and rolled your hips against him.

Your lips barely parted for more than enough time it took to take a breath.  His beard tickled your nose and made your lips tingle.  You were starting to feel slightly light-headed when Tony’s hand slipped into your pajama pants.

“Tony,”  You gasped.  “We aren’t having sex.”

“I know.  I know.”  He whispered, his hand pressing against your thigh.  “I just want to get you off.  Can I?”

You nodded and his mouth was on yours again.  His fingers slipped between your folds.  You squirmed against him as he stroked up and down your labia in broad strokes.

Tony mored his mouth to your ear.  “Shh… just relax.”  He whispered and softly kissed under your ear at your pulse point.

You willed yourself to relax.  You rolled onto your back and spread your legs for him and took deep, steadying breaths.  He kissed down your neck and along your jaw.  As you started to relax, his fingers began to focus on your clit.

You moaned loudly and your body clenched up.  Tony’s lips pressed against yours, smothering the sound.  He pinched and rolled his fingers over your clit and you didn’t know if it’s just that he was particularly good at it, or if it was just that it had been so long since someone else had touched you like this, but you began to completely come apart.

You writhed under him, arching off the mattress.  Sweat beaded on your body and it felt like your blood had been replaced with magma.  It pumped through your veins and pooled in your abdomen.  Tony pushed two fingers inside of you and it was like he pushed on a trigger, opening a gate inside of you.  You came hard, crying out against his lips.

He slowly stroked you through your orgasm,  and when you finally relaxed, your breath slowly came back under control, he took his hand away and grinned at you.  “You’re loud.”

“Thanks, Captain Obvious,”  You said and leaned up and pecked his lips.

“Okay, I guess I better go.” He said and peppered your face and neck with little kisses.  “I’m a little excited.  Are you excited?”

You looked up at him and cupped his jaw. “I am.”

“We’ll tell Owen in the morning?”  He asked.

“Sounds like a plan.”  You said and kissed him softly.  “Night, Tones.”

“Night, honey.” 

It was like he almost skipped out of the room.  You snuggled down into you bed feeling really hopeful about the future for the first time in a long time.

// NEXT

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Tempting

Tempting: A ScienceBros Fanfic

Buy me a ☕ Square:  @iron-man-bingo - Blowjobs, @brucebannerbingo - Face Fucking

Rating:  E

Warning:  Smut (MMF bisexual threesome, Oral sex, face fucking, throat bulging, vaginal sex, minor come play, facial)

Word Count:  1413

Pairing:  Bruce Banner x Tony Stark x F!Reader

Summary:  When Tony suggests that if you show up in a lab coat over lingerie to get her and Bruce to come home earlier, the next time they’re late for dinner, you do just that.

Tempting

It was getting late and you were starting to think that Tony and Bruce weren’t going to come up to the penthouse.  It happened from time to time.  You’d usually go and check on them, if the work was serious or they were just in the zone, you’d leave them be.  If they were just messing around you’d drag them back to the penthouse with you.

The last time you’d done it Tony had joked that showing up with just a lab coat over stockings and garter belt would get them out of there.  The suggestion had made Bruce turn such a dark shade of red that you thought the next time you needed to go down there you might just show up and fulfill that one little fantasy of theirs.

You got up and went into the bedroom to get ready.  Stripping off and showering and then doing your hair and make-up.  You put on the garter and a pair of black stockings and then finally grabbed one of Bruce’s lab coats and put it on, wrapping it tightly around you.

You went down to the lab and stood in the doorway, leaning on the jam just watching them work.  Tony had the music blaring, AC/DC’s ‘Back in Black’ filled the room and making you fairly certain there would be nothing you could do that would actually catch their attention.  He flitted about from one screen to another and then to his workbench where he’d stop for a moment and focus on whatever he was building, only then to flit from screen to screen again.

Bruce, in contrast, was sitting quietly at a series of screens, moving data around and flicking different buttons.  Occasionally, whatever he did made a machine he was sitting beside whirr loudly and a blue light emit from it.  He would scowl at it before going back to the screen.

“FRIDAY,”  You said.  “Can you nix the music?”

The room suddenly went silent and both men stopped what they were doing, looked around and then focused their attention on you.  Tony’s face lit up like a little boy at Christmas, while Bruce’s cheeks flushed red and he dropped his gaze.

Tony practically skipped over to you, a large smile on his face.  “You didn’t?”  He said as he reached you and put his hands on your hips.

You unbuttoned the lab coat and let it fall open, revealing your naked form and Tony quickly looked over to Bruce and back to you, his hands slid in under your lab coat and he pulled you flush against him.  “Brucie Bear, did you see what our girl did?”

“I can see, Tony,”  Bruce said, shifting where he stood.

“Why, Doctor Banner,” You said pulling away from Tony and sauntering over to Bruce.  “Are you blushing?”

He chuckled and raised his eyes, pushing his glasses up his nose.  “You know I am.”

You began to unbuckle his belt as you leaned in against him.  “I'm sure Tony and I can make you forget all about how shy you are.”  You purred.

Tony scurried over at the sound of his name and pressed himself against your back as he leaned over you and kissed Bruce hard.

Bruce startled for a moment before leaning into it, submitting to Tony's kiss, but also trying to match it.

You undid his fly and pushed his pants down to his ankles.  He was already semi-hard and as you began to sink to your knees in front of him, his cock jumped a little.

You flicked your tongue up the length of Bruce’s shaft and placed little kitten licks at his foreskin and along the slit.  He groaned and tangled his hand in your hair as his cock hardened fully.

Tony sunk to his knees beside you.  The two of you began to kiss over Bruce’s shaft, your tongues dancing together.  Bruce couldn’t keep his eyes off the two of you.  His pupils blew out in lust, hiding the muddy brown of his eyes.  All that was visible was a thin iridescent green ring to let you know that the Hulk was enjoying it too.

Tony pulled Bruce’s cock into his mouth and pushed it down his throat as deep as he could.  His lips pressed flush against Bruce’s skin as he held him there, deep throating him.  Bruce grunted and leaned back against the bench.  When Tony began to slowly bob his head on Bruce’s cock you ducked under and began to suck on his balls.

His head fell back and he gripped the bench.  You and Tony worked his cock together.  It jumped and twitched and his balls tightened as Bruce groaned and his knuckles turned white on the bench.

Tony pulled back and guided you with him and you both stood.  “More relaxed now, Brucie?”

“Mm-hmm.”  He hummed.

You hopped up onto the bench beside him and spread your legs.  “That’s good doctor Banner.  That was the plan.”

Bruce chuckled and moved around to the other side of the bench.  “It does mean you’re in trouble now though.”

You leaned back and kissed his jaw.  “Am I?”

He captured your lips and kissed you deeply, stroking his fingers down your throat.  You hummed softly into his lips as Tony ducked down between your spread legs.  Tony swirled his tongue around your folds and flicked it over your clit.  You moaned louder into the kiss reaching back and tugging on Bruce’s hair.

He groaned and broke the kiss, guiding you so you were lying back over the bench.  You arched your back and tilted you head back opening up your throat.  Tony ran his hand up and squeezed your breast.  Bruce teased the head of his cock over your lips, coaxing them apart and trailing precome over them.  You opened wide, and he pushed in slowly.

You relaxed for him as he tested your limits, pulling out and pushing in again and again.  Each time deeper than before, until he was up to the hilt, cutting off your airways.  The whole time Tony used his mouth on you.  He sucked your clit and pressed his lips down on it.  He pushed his fingers inside you and stroked them over your g-spot.  Your muffled moans filled the lab as small currents passed through you, making you writhe on the bench and your cunt drip down Tony’s hand.

Bruce ran his fingers down the slight bulge in your throat.  He groaned softly and began to thrust.  Tony stood and lined his cock up at your cunt, thrusting in, so that while Bruce fucked your mouth, Tony fucked your pussy.

You lay helpless between them falling apart as they thrust hard and deep into you.  You gagged and choked on Bruce’s cock, each breath you took in restricted.  The lack of oxygen added to the high you felt from the pleasure coursing through you as Tony fucked you.  They each ran their hands over your naked body.  Tony pinched and tugged on your nipples as Bruce rubbed your clit hard.

With a sudden gasp, pulling away from Bruce and arching violently on the bench you came.  Hard.  Your cunt clenching around Tony’s cock as you gushed on him.  “Fuck!”  You cried, your voice a little hoarse from the punishment doled out by Bruce.

Bruce kept rubbing your clit hard, dragging out our orgasm for longer, making you shudder on the bench between both men.  He stroked his cock as he did and leaned forward a little.  Tony squeezed your tits around his shaft, and with four thrusts between the pocket he’d made, Bruce came over your tits.

He moved around the table and sank to his knees next to Tony.  Tony pulled out of you and Bruce began to suck his cock.  You sat up and watched them feeling slightly dazed.  Bruce sucked Tony’s cock hungrily, making graphic slurping sounds as he looked up into Tony’s eyes.

Tony groaned and pulled back just a little as he came, hot ribbons of come filling Bruce’s mouth and spilling down his chin.

“You boys are so messy.”  You say, running your fingers through the mess on your chest as Bruce stood and wiped his mouth.

“Guess we better go upstairs and take a shower,”  Tony teased.  “You wanted us back upstairs, right?”

“You got me.”  You teased getting up and pulling the lab coat tight around you.  It definitely was a fun way to get their attention.

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That Kid You Knew - 3

That Kid You Knew: An Iron Man Fanfic

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Buy me a ☕ @iron-man-bingo​ Square:  "Does Tony have a son?"

Warning:  Angsty stuff, mentions of sex, drugs, and pregnancy

Word Count:  3201

Pairing:  Tony Stark x F!Reader

Summary:  You had grown up knowing Tony Stark but as you’d gotten older you’d lost track of him.  When you see him at a party you have a drug-fueled one-night-stand with him.

10 years later he finds you again and has to come to terms with the fact he’s been a father all the time.

Chapter 3

“I want to try and make up the time with him quickly.  I know he’s got school to worry about.  But I can maybe come and get him after school a couple of days this week.  I’d like to shuffle things around and take him out on weekends too.  You’ve had him 9 years, I’d like to start getting to know him properly.”

Tony had gotten back from taking Owen out for pizza late.  While he’d been gone you had a long phone conversation with your mother about what happened.  To say she was unhappy about your lying was an understatement.  After Owen was ready for bed, Tony had gone and sat with him, chatting about things, almost like he was just telling him stories based on his time as Iron Man, until Owen fell asleep.

His parenting instinct maybe wasn’t perfect, but it was strong.  You couldn’t believe you had kept Owen from him.

When Owen was asleep, he turned his attention on you.

“Tony, I want to make this right.  You can spend as much time as you want with him.  I just - I’m not sure…”  You trailed off not sure how to tell him that you didn’t really know him very well and you’re not sure if you can trust him to be completely alone with your son.  Even letting Tony take him out tonight, despite the fact he had security with him, had filled you with anxiety.  He was a multimillionaire.  He could have taken him anywhere or done anything.  Despite the fact you’d basically grown up together, you barely knew him anymore.

“Oh my god!”  Tony groaned.  “Are you seriously about to make some excuse as to why I can’t see my son now?”  He tapped his left arm and leaned forward, looking you in the eyes.  “I am really, really trying to keep myself together today.  I think I’ve done pretty well considering.  But so help me…”

The anger and frustration dripped from his words.  It might have helped you build a case against him being alone with Owen, except you knew where he was coming from.  If you were in his shoes, you would have lost it a long time ago.

You put your hand on his.  “Tony,”  You said, quietly.  “You’re right.  I had my reasons, but I was wrong.  There is no way I can make up for what I’ve done.  I want you to spend as much time as you can with him.  I just… I don’t know you.”

Tony balled his hands into fists.  “What exactly are you accusing me of here?”

You took a deep breath to steady yourself.  “I’m trying to say, I haven’t dated anyone in ten years because I have trouble trusting strangers with my son.  And it makes me anxious thinking of him being alone with someone I barely know.”

Tony opened his mouth to say something and then closed it again, his teeth clenched, and his jaw twitching.  He tapped out a pattern on the table as he seemed to try and steady his emotions.  “You do know me.”

“I haven’t seen you for 10 years and when I last saw you, you were high.”  You counter.

“I’m Iron Man.”  He said.  “I fight to protect people.  And I’m his dad.  What the hell do you think I’m going to do to him?”

“And no father has ever hurt their child?  Please try to see this from my point of view.  Or look at it from the point of view of his dad.  Do you want me to just let him spend time alone with strange men?”  You implored.  “I’m not saying I’ll never trust you.  I just… I need time to feel like he’s safe when he’s with you.  That’s all.”

There was silence for the longest time.  Tony just sat opposite you at the table playing with his glasses.  Gradually, he relaxed and looked up at you.  “I get it.  It doesn’t have to be alone, to begin with.  You can come with us.  Or… or we can find someone to chaperone you’re happy with.  I have security people, if you have a babysitter it can be them.  I don’t know.  I can get Captain America if you like.  Do you trust Captain America?”

You let yourself relax a little and let out a soft breath.  The start of laughter but not actually laughter.  You reached over and took his hands in yours.  “Thank you for being so understanding.  I know this must be hard for you.  Honestly, you’re taking it better than my mom did.”

Tony let out a laugh and stifled it quickly as he pulled his hands away and ran them through his hair.  “I just - I can’t believe this is happening.  I don’t even know how I’m supposed to feel about all of this.  Should I be excited?  Scared?  Angry?  I feel like I’m in emotional overload and normally when that happens I shut people out but I know if I do that, I lose him before I even got him in the first place.”

You leaned back and nodded.  “I know what you mean.  I don’t know what I was expecting either.  I had always just assumed you’d tell me that it had nothing to do with you.”

Tony shook his head.  “He’s my son.”  He said.  “Which brings me to another thing.  You can’t live here.  He’s my son.  I’m going to give you back pay for child support.  We can work out the number later.  But you need to use it to move somewhere more secure.  When this gets out, this is not going to be safe for him.”

You blinked at him a few times.  “You don’t need to give me any money.”

“He’s my son,”  Tony repeated.  There was a pain in the words this time.  Like he didn’t think he was going to be enough for him.

You took his hand and nodded again.  “I know.”

Over the course of the next two months Tony seemed to devote all this time to creating a relationship with Owen and proving to you he could be trusted.  Certainly, for a man who ran a billion-dollar company and acted as a superhero, he wasn’t spending much time doing either.  He was picking him up from school three days a week and taking him out.  He was coming by both on Saturdays and Sundays and either just hanging out at your place or taking him on outings.  They did museums and zoos and movies and bands.  A couple of times he even went with you to look at houses.  Sometimes you went with them.  Sometimes it was an agreed-upon chaperone.  If they went out it was always a team of at least two security.

He and Owen just clicked too.  Owen was in so many ways, so much like his father.  He was smart and sarcastic and curious.  Tony seemed to take to the whole parenting thing pretty naturally too.  He was overcompensating for the missing time and he second-guessed himself a lot, but in those moments when they both just relaxed and talked tech or science or one of what seemed to be becoming a long list of things they were both passionate about, it was like he had always been Owen’s dad.  Tony would listen to Owen like everything he had to say was the most interesting thing in the world.

In those moments when you saw them like that you would start going over what might have been different if you had just told him.  He was so different back then.  Railing against his own father who had died before he’d ever been accepted by him.  He definitely wouldn’t have believed you.  He might even have accused you of getting pregnant on purpose for the money.  Maybe it might have been okay in the end.  Maybe you could have moved to LA and he could have been part of Owen’s life.  Maybe you could have shared custody.  He could have had him overnight and every second weekend.  You wouldn’t have had to do this alone.  You might have actually had time to have your own life and maybe even date.  Owen would have had someone else he knew would be there for him.  Tony would have had that exciting moment when he’d been called ‘dada’.

Not that everything was going smoothly and stress-free.  Dealing with lawyers even at this early stage and with neither of you particularly arguing anything wasn’t exactly easy.  You hated to think what it would be like if Tony she’d you for custody.  You hoped it wouldn’t come to that.

His friends seemed to have a mixed reaction to you.  From what Owen had said they’d all gone out of their way to make sure he felt at home there.  From what Tony had said there had been bets made about whether or not he had some secret kid he didn’t know about.  Most of them were at least polite if they ever saw you.  Rhodey had come and told you that while he wasn’t sure you should have kept the secret, he got it and maybe Tony finding out now was better.  He was ready now.  Back then he as a mess.  Clint Barton was openly hostile.  Tony said it was because he had kids.  You supposed you understood that.

That wasn’t the worst bit though.  The worst bit was the press.

It was only one outing there was speculation on the internet.  “Does Tony Stark have a son?”  They couldn’t get any actual confirmation that it was true though. Thankfully, the people who knew were smart enough to not talk to the press and Tony wasn’t actually listed on the birth certificate.  Even still they decided after two weeks of spotting the two of them together that he must be his son.   After that, it was everywhere.  Paparazzi began stalking him, yelling out to him in the street to get him to admit it.  They camped outside your house and would approach Owen.  Tony put security at your place too, but you could tell the fact you still lived there was causing him a great deal of anxiety.

At the two month mark, Tony had organized a trip for the two of you to the Natural History Museum after it had closed.  Owen was extremely excited to get what he was calling the ‘A Night at the museum tour’.  He ran through the halls of taxidermied animals, his feet echoing through the place as you and Tony strolled along behind him.

None of this stuff was particularly Tony’s expertise but you could see him sharing in the excitement whenever Owen called him over to look at something.

“We need to work out what we’re going to do from here, don’t you think?”  Tony asked as you trailed along after Owen.  “I really want him to start doing sleepovers.  I mean… I think it’s time, don’t you?  But there’s the Avengers stuff.  I keep thinking that the first time I have him over something big will happen and I’ll get called out and then what?”

You went to answer but Owen excitedly called you over to look at the family of elephants.  “Are these African or Asian?”  Tony asked.

“African.  You can tell by the ears.”  Owen answered.

He took off again and you chuckled and followed after at the slow pace you had been walking before.  “That’s a good idea.  I - the stuff before - about the chaperone.  I trust you.”

“Good. That’s good.”  He said.  “I don’t want to go through the courts for custody.  I want to just work it out with you.  This is hard enough as it is.”

“I’m not against you, Tony.  I know you don’t trust me.  You don’t have any reason to trust me.  But I promise I want to give you guys what I can.”

“I thought to begin with he could come and visit every second weekend,”  Tony said, thrusting his hands in his pockets.  “But… Okay so hear me out.  I think until you find a new place you should move into the tower.  The press are assholes.  It’ll be safer for you both there.”

“Tony, I don’t know…”  You said.

“Look, I know it’s gonna be weird us living in the same building.  But it’s not like we’d be living in the same apartment.  You’d have your own place.  There are actual apartments there.  I can have a car take you to and from work and one to take Owen to and from school.”  He said.  “Plus it would give you a chance to see what it’s like for me day-to-day.  And I’ll be able to see him a little more regularly.”

You took a deep breath and watch as Owen stopped to look at the Bison.  “Alright.  I want to keep him safe and you’re right.  But it’s not forever, Tony.  Just until I find something more suitable.”

He smiled and seemed to relax.  “Great.  Fantastic.  This will be great.”

The move into the Avengers Tower happened really quickly.  Within a week your apartment was empty and things were on their way to being unpacked in the new place.  It wasn’t as big a place as your old one but the idea was it would be temporary.  You and Owen were looking for a house, and with the money from Tony, it was going to be a lot nicer than either place.

Living in the tower brought with it a lot of benefits though.  The buildings AI was amazing.  She ordered in your regular groceries as you ran out of them.  She would turn lights on and off as you need them.  Lock and unlock doors.  She knew where Tony was all the time.  You started to wonder if you could go back to not having her around.

The building had a gym and a pool.  There was a thing called the party deck where the Avengers’ would hang out and they’d invite you and Owen up.  The longer you were there the more they settled into having you around and the resentment any of them felt for hurting their friend seemed to dissipate.  Especially as Tony slipped deeper and deeper in his role of father.

You started getting along better with Tony too.  Eventually, it got to the point that it had felt like there had been no missing time between the two of you.  He’d show up at the apartment and you’d all eat together and he’d help Owen with his homework, or they’d do some other little project together.  Then he’d tell him watered down Iron Man stories to him at bedtime.  It wasn’t every night, but it was most nights.

There was the whole ‘Avenging’ thing that would get in the way, and it was nerve-wracking.  Being this close to it you hadn’t considered out stressful it would be to have someone you were so connected to out risking their life.  You could see it was affecting Owen too.  He was always so relieved and almost clung to Tony when he got back.

Finding a place was difficult though.  Or maybe you lacked the motivation.  Whatever the case you ended up being there for months building a comfortable routine with Tony.

“What are you guys feeling for dinner?”  He asked one Friday afternoon as Owen let him in.  “You want to order in?  Or are you cooking?”

“Ordering in sounds good.  Work was a killer.”  You said, coming out of the kitchen to greet him.

“Can we get burgers?”  Owen asked.

Tony ruffled his hair and handed him his phone.  “You know the drill.”  He said before collapsing on the couch.

“You two and burgers.”  You said sitting down beside Tony.  “How much do you have them when I’m not around?”

Tony put his finger to his lips.  “Shh…”

Owen cracked up laughing.  “Hardly any, mom.”  He joked as he tapped around on Tony’s phone.  “Alright.  Ordered something for everyone, dad.”

Tony and your heads snapped up.  You looked at each other and then at him.  Tony’s jaw dropped open in shock.

Owen looked down at his shoes and furrowed his brow.  “Should I not have called you that?  I can call you Tony.  Sorry.”

Tony almost tripped he jumped up so quickly.  He pulled Owen into a tight hug.  “No.  No, no, no.”  He soothed.  “I was just surprised.  But… good.  It’s a good surprise.  You’ve never called me that before.”  He crouched down and looked Owen in the eye.  “I am your dad and I’d love if you called me that.”

Owen nodded his head.  “Okay.  ‘Cause that’s what I want to call you.”

That night after Owen was in bed, Tony came down and sat down next to you, holding a tumbler of Scotch a little too tightly.

You smiled at him and patted his leg.  “You’re a dad now.”

He returned the smile almost hesitantly at first until he was beaming at you.  “I know.”  He said, with a slight shake in his voice.  “I hoped that one day he might call me that.  I wasn’t getting my hopes too high because of how long I’ve not been part of his life.  But I hoped.  I had no idea it would feel so good and so scary when he did it though.”

You tried to hold it together as he spoke, but once again it hit you, how much you stole from them.

You burst into tears and Tony put his drink down and wrapped you in his arms.  “Hey, now.  I’m not planning on taking him from you.”  He said.

You shook your head, wiping your tears on his t-shirt.  “It’s not that.  I’m so sorry.  I’m so sorry I kept him from you.”

“We can’t keep going over that,”  Tony said.  “It happened.  You can’t keep beating yourself up over it.”

“You should have been a daddy though.  You should have got to hear him say dada when he was learning to talk.”  You sobbed.

He tilted your face up to his.  “I know.  It sucks.  It sucks that I missed that.  But he just called me dad.  This is a good day.”

You nodded a little pathetically and he wiped the tears from your cheeks with his thumbs as he cradled you jaw.  You looked up into the brown of his eyes and you saw it.  His eyes flicked to your lips.  You felt your breath hitch and your eyes flicked to his.  They were parted just a little, almost inviting you in.  You looked back into his eyes and he ran his thumb over your bottom lip.

“Have you really not been with anyone since me?”  He asked, his voice almost a soft growl.

You shook your head, not sure what exactly was happening right now.  Not sure if anything should happen right now.  It did though.  It felt like time stopped.  Your heart was beating in your ears and you couldn’t stop looking at his lips as they came closer and closer.  His breath tickled your skin and you closed your eyes.

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That Kid You Knew - Chapter 4

That Kid You Knew: An Iron Man Fanfic

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Warning:  Some foreplay

Word Count:  2368

Pairing:  Tony Stark x F!Reader

Summary:  You had grown up knowing Tony Stark but as you’d gotten older you’d lost track of him.  When you see him at a party you have a drug-fueled one-night-stand with him.

10 years later he finds you again and has to come to terms with the fact he’s been a father all the time.

Chapter 4

Tony’s lips pressed against yours.  Gently at first, just testing the waters.  They were so soft and the feather touch he used made your skin prickle. Your hands ran up to the back of his head and you tugged at his hair.  He moaned and deepened the kiss.  You parted your lips and right away there was the press of his tongue, hot and wet, touching on yours.

It had been so long since you had been with anyone, that you had completely forgotten that the last person you were with was this one.  Your body responded on autopilot, craving his touch, wanting more and more.

He started guiding you back on the couch and you spread your legs, letting him move between them.  His cock hardened and the press of it through his trousers and your own pants created heat and friction that sent currents of pleasure surging through you.

His hand traveled up under your shirt and finally, reason kicked in.  “Stop.  Stop, Tony.”  You murmured, almost unintelligible.

“It’s okay.  I have protection.”  He whispered against your neck.

Your body seemed to want to betray you because you tilted your head back giving him more access to you even as your mind screamed how bad of an idea this is.  “No.  Tony.  It’s not that.  Please stop.”

He sat up and looked at you with both confusion and frustration written on his features.  “What’s wrong?”

You sat back up and drew your knees up against your body.  Your panties were soaked through and were making you slightly more uncomfortable than you already felt.  “This is a bad idea.”

“I promise, we’ll be careful.  I have condoms.”  He said. “No more siblings for Owen until we are ready for them.”

You flinched.  How long had he been thinking about this that he’d already planned you both having more kids?   “Tony… listen to yourself.  You have a son in there who only just called you dad.”

“I know that.  And you’re his mom.  We should be together.  We don’t have to get married unless you want to but we should be living in the same place.  Not just friendly acquaintances that live in different boroughs.”  He said.  The frustration was clear in his voice as he pleaded for you to see it from his point of view.

You sighed as that heartbroken feeling of ruining everything that you used to be burdened with suddenly came back full force.  Not that you would have wanted to live with him back then either.  It just so much worse now that you aren’t sure about it because now those things do sound nice.  But the reasoning is wrong.  “Do you really want to add the complication of dating me to the new thing you have just got going with Owen?  What if we don’t work out?  The custody stuff is hard enough to deal with while we’re getting along.”

Tony ran his hands down his face and got up and started pacing.  When he spoke he was obviously worked up.  “I want to try.  I hate this.  I hate that I barely know him.  I hate I only get to see him when you say that it’s okay to and up until recently someone had to be supervising us.  I wasn’t sure if I ever wanted kids, but I met him and I know I do now.  But this wasn’t how I wanted to do it.”

You stood up and put your hands on your hips.  “So is that who I am?  You’re own personal broodmare?  We move into your house so you can be with Owen full-time and when you feel like it, you get to knock me up again and then be a dad the way you feel is the right way to be one?”  You hissed, keeping your voice at just above a whisper for fear that Owen will wake up and hear you fighting.  “Do you even like me like that?”

Tony stopped and stared at you, putting his glasses back on.  “I like you… we could… Fuck!”  He groans loudly.  “Fuck!”

“Tony!  Keep your voice down!”  You spat.  “You need to think about him and not your fucking preconceived notions about what being a dad should look like.  If you actually want this -”  You said indicating between the two of you.  “To be something more, we can’t just jump into it because you’re horny or you have some image of how things are supposed to be!”

You stormed off to your room. You thought maybe you heard Tony whisper your name but you’re too upset to care.

The next day when Tony came to pick Owen up, things were tense between the two of you.  Owen picked up on it immediately and seemed to go into some kind of repair mode.  It made you feel guilty as hell.

“Dad, why don’t we take mom to the zoo?”  He suggested, looking from one of you to the other.  “Or… or we could go see a show on broadway.  Me and mom have been talking about seeing that Harry Potter one forever now.”

Tony sighed and put his hand on Owen’s shoulder.  “I was hoping we could do something, just you and me today, bud.”

“I know… but…”  He said, looking at you.

“It’s okay.  You see me all the time.  Go spend time with your dad.”  You said.

“Maybe, can we have dinner together tonight?”  He said hopefully.

You looked at Tony and he gave a slight nod.  “Sure.  I’ll cook something for the three of us.”

Owen looked between the two of you and frowned slightly.  “Okay.”

Tony had ended up taking Owen to the Intrepid Sea, Air and Space Museum figuring there would likely be some Iron Man and War Machine things to show off to him.  Owen kept looking back at him as they walked around.  Each time Tony tried to get Owen to engage in one of the activities, the boy barely participated.

They sat down in the cafeteria at lunch and Tony looked him over as he ate his slice of pizza.  “You don’t have to worry about me and your mom.”

“What’s going on with you guys?”  Owen asked.  “Yesterday you were happy and getting along and today you won’t even look at each other.  Is it because I called you dad?  I can not do that.”

Tony felt a pain in his chest.  He reached over and put his hand on Owen’s shoulder and looked him in the eye.  “It has nothing to do with anything you did.  I love you so much, bud.  That’s never going to change.  I made a mistake last night.  I really like your mom, but now she’s upset with me because I’m an idiot.”

“What did you do?”  Owen asked.

Tony shook his head and pinched the bridge of his nose.  “That’s not really the point.  She was right.  I need to worry about you and me first.  Okay?”

“Please?  What did you do?”  Owen begged.

Tony let out a breath and ran his hand through his hair.  “I kissed her.”

Owen’s whole face lit up.  “But that’s not bad.  Maybe you can go on a date.  Mom never goes on dates with anyone.”

Tony shook his head.  “I’d like to.  But she’s right.  What if we end up breaking up?  You’re the most important thing.  I don’t want to make things harder than they need to be.”

“You’re my dad,”  Owen said simply.  “No matter what happens.”

Tony looked up and smiled at him.  “You’re a smart kid, you know?”

Owen laughed.  “Yeah, I know.”

Over the next couple of months, things changed a lot.  You decided that moving out was a priority and you ended up finding a Brownstone near his school with decent security, a small yard and a private entrance via an underground garage that would mean going in and out of the front door would be unnecessary.

Tony had decided the best course of action was to back off while you both just get used to each other as parents of Owen and while you dealt with the awkwardness of the kiss and your reaction to it.

Outside the news of Tony’s illegitimate son just became public knowledge so you both just agreed that he should release a statement and ask that the press respect his and your privacy.  Not that they ever did.

Ever so slowly you moved on from the kiss and back into the functionally working family unit of two people raising a kid together.  It was better that way.

You did still like him though.  Not just like.  What had started as a crush and a daydream of the three of you as a family, started to become real love.  You loved him.  He was Owen’s dad.  He was the kid you grew up with.  But he was more than that.  You clicked.  He was Tony.  Your Tony.  You just worried that when you rejected him before you shut the door on the idea.  That maybe you’d ruined any chance of you ever being more.

You planned to move just after Owen’s birthday.  Tony was excited to hold a party at the tower and had gone completely overboard decorating the party deck and buying gifts.  He’d even invited all his friends as well as Owen’s.  The Avengers all ended up being mobbed by children.  None of them seemed to care at all.

“I seriously can’t believe you kept having a kid with Iron Man a secret.”  One of the parents said eyeing Tony as he helped one of the kids reload their Nerf Gun.  Her name was Melissa and you kind of hated her.  That was the problem with other parents.  You had to socialize with them whether you want to or not.  “I’d be advertising that everywhere.”  She continued.  “God, the things I would do with that man.”

You took the cake out of its box and put it on a tray.  It was large and elaborate and you weren’t quite sure why you hadn’t just let one of the staff deal with it.  Perhaps it was the force of habit.  “Well, he wasn’t Iron Man back then, so…”  You shrugged and went searching for the candles behind the bar.

“Was it good?  I bet he’s a huge dom.  Did he hold you down and just fuck the shit out of you?  Were there toys?”   She asked.

Your eyes went wide and you felt your face get hot and you weren’t sure if it was from embarrassment or fury.

“He totally did, didn’t he?  I might try and see if he’d like to go a round or two with me.”  She continued before getting up and approaching Tony.  Your hands clenched and released as the anger seemed to build in you.  You watched as she approached him and sat down.  Her hand went to his knee and he laughed.  Whatever it was she just said, Tony thought it was hilarious and he laughed at it.

You dropped the candles on the counter and fled from the room, hiding in one of the maintenance closets as you breathed heavily and clutched at your chest.  You had thought you had your feelings for Tony in check again.  Was this jealousy or were you just disgusted by Melissa?  You paced the small space not sure what to do.

Tony knocked on the door and poked his head in.  “What are you doing in here, weirdo?  I thought we were going to do the cake.”

“Sorry.”  You said, shaking your head.  “Sorry.  I just… needed some space.”

Tony closed the door behind him and stepped cautiously towards you.  “Well you’re not going to get any in here, are you?  What happened?”

You shook your head again.  “That… that woman… and you… she…”  You babbled, trying to pull away from him.

He put his hands on your arms and looked into your eyes through the red lenses of his glasses.  “I’m not interested in anyone else here.”

You couldn’t even bring yourself to look up at him.  “She told me I should be boasting about having sex with you.”

He took off his glasses and cupped your jaw, stroking his thumb over your cheek.  “You should be,”  He teased.  “Look at me.”

You laughed, relaxing a little and raising your head to meet his eyes.  “She said she was going to try and pick you up.  She wanted to go a few rounds with you.”

Tony chuckled.  “Who doesn’t?”  He teased.  “But there is no one else I’m interested in.”  The emphasis he put on the world else caught your attention.  You tilted your head, leaning into his hand.

“Else?”

He nodded.  “You’re the only one I’m interested in.  I’ll wait as long as you need me to.”

“You will?”  You asked.

“Yes.”

“You?  Wait?”

He chuckled.  “Yes.  Me.”

“But you’re Tony Stark.”

He laughed a little harder.  “I am aware of that, dear.”

“Tony?”  You breathed.  The sound of the party seemed far off and unimportant now.  “What about Owen?”

“Owen is my son.  I love him.  That’s not going to change.”  He said.  “I want you.  I want to try this.  Not because you're his mother.  Not because I think I should only have kids with one person.  I just want you.  You are beautiful and brave and smart.  I like being with you.  I want to try being an us.  I’ll wait until you see it too.  But I’m not fucking any other moms at this party in the meantime.  Okay?”

Your breath caught.  You weren’t even sure what to say.  You swallowed and nodded and he dropped his hand.  “You gonna come back to the party?”  He asked.

You took his hand in yours.  “Just as second.”  You said softly.

He looked at you and raised his eyebrow.  “You okay?”

You nodded and leaned up.  He closed the distance, pressing his lips to yours.  It’s brief and tender and something about it centers you.

“Later okay?”  He said, putting his glasses back on.  “Party first.”

You nodded.  “Okay.”

He kissed your forehead and headed back into the noise, you counted to three and followed after him.

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That Kid You Knew - 2

That Kid You Knew: An Iron Man Fanfic

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Warning:  Angsty stuff, mentions of sex, drugs, and pregnancy

Word Count:  2197

Pairing:  Tony Stark x F!Reader

Summary:  You had grown up knowing Tony Stark but as you’d gotten older you’d lost track of him.  When you see him at a party you have a drug-fueled one-night-stand with him.

10 years later he finds you again and has to come to terms with the fact he’s been a father all the time.

Chapter 2

You stepped through the door, your hand linked with Tony’s.  Each step that took you closer to your son, your hand tightened in Tony’s.  You were acutely aware of the pain forming in your chest.  Owen looked up at you and smiled, completely unaware that his life was about to change forever.

You’d spent the last ten years lying to everyone.  Your family, Owen, yourself.  You had told everyone that Owen’s father wasn’t interested in being a parent.  That you could do this alone.  You never once admitted to anyone that you got drugged out of your mind and fucked your childhood friend with no protection.  That the childhood friend was Tony Stark.  That you never even had the courage to tell him in case he didn’t want to be part of his son’s life.  Or worse, he did and ended up dragging his son down into the self-destructive drain that Tony had been circling back then.

Now all the things you had done thinking you were protecting Owen were about to blow up in your face.

“Owen?”  You said, your voice shaking a little.

Owen tapped his pen on the homework he was working on.  An expression of confusion crossed his face as he looked at you and Tony holding hands.  “Are we gonna work on my homework now, Mister Stark?”

You let go of Tony’s hand and went and sat down in front of Owen.  Tony stayed at the door, leaning against the frame as he watched the two of you.  You couldn’t read him at all.  His face just seems completely neutral.  “Bud,”  You said, putting your hands on Owen’s.  “We need to talk.”

“What is it, mom?”  Owen said looking up at you.  His attention switched to Tony and he frowned.  “Do you have to go, Mister Stark?”

“No.  I can stay for a while.”  Tony said.

“Oh, that’s great,”  Owen said.  “I have heaps of things I want to show you.”

“Bud,”  You said.  “This is important.”

Owen looked back at you again with his brow furrowed.  “Sorry, mom.  I’m listening.”

You took a deep breath and looked down at your hands.  “I don’t really know how to say this.”  You said.  “You know how I said I knew Tony… uh… Mister Stark?”

“Yeah, that’s really cool,”  Owen said.  “Will you be coming by more?  You think I could come and visit the Avengers Tower?”

Tony smiled and nodded.  “That would be great.  Anytime you want.”  Tony said.  The way his voice came out, deep, but soft and filled with longing, hurt a little.  Keeping him from Owen had been a mistake.  You’d always thought you had been doing the right thing, but you’d been selfish.  You should have given him the choice.

You looked back at Owen who was smiling up at Tony.  It looked like he was buzzing in his seat.  You could imagine his mind was full of all the things he was going to get to see at the Avengers Tower.  Along with all the boasting he was going to do at school.  His mom was friends with Iron Man and now he was going to get to meet the other Avengers too.

“Owen,”  You whispered.  “Tony is your dad.”

A whole slew of emotions passed over Owen’s face.  Shock.  Excitement.  Anger.  It settled on confusion.  He looked up at Tony confused and in obvious pain.  “You’re my dad?”

Tony nodded and opened his mouth to say something, but Owen interrupted him.  “Why didn’t you want me?”

Your breath hitched and you started to cry.  Silent tears slipped down your cheeks as you looked at you son trying to process this bomb you just dropped on him.

Tony straightened up and moved forward hesitantly.  “Hey, hey.  It wasn’t like that.  We… your mom and I… We weren’t together.  We weren’t even really friends back then.  I was in LA.  She was here.”  He babbled and then stopped suddenly putting his glasses back on.  “She never told me about you.”

Owen looked back at you, the confusion gone and replaced with anger.  “You said he couldn’t be my dad.  You never even told him?”

You shook your head.  “Back then he was different.  I - I thought I was doing what was best.”

“You made it so I didn’t have a dad!”  He yelled, shoving you away from him.  He got up and rushed to his room, pushing past Tony as he left.

You got up to follow after him but Tony took your hand.  “Let me,”  He said.  “I’ll explain how it was.  You won’t be the bad guy.”

“I should be the bad guy,”  You sobbed.  “I fucked this all up.  You both missed out on everything because of me.”

Tony hugged you.  Somehow that made it worse.  You’re the one that did this and it’s still Tony comforting you for your shitty decision making.  “You fucked up.  You’re still his mom.  I’ll talk to him.”

You nodded and he let you go, following Owen down to his room.

Tony made his way down to Owen’s room, checking each door for the one.  There had been a lot to process, to say the least.  He woke up fairly excited for the day.  He had no pressing Avengers work.  He got to go visit his old school and hang out with kids who he knew would be excited to see him.  He had planned to go out drinking with Rhodey tonight.

He did not, at any point, expect to find out that he had a son.  All things considered, he was holding together pretty well.  Sure he felt queasy and his pulse was racing, but he hadn’t yelled at anyone, so he was going to take that as a good thing.

He found Owen sitting at his desk in his room, working on a circuit board, a scowl on his face.  He could already see so much of himself in that boy.  He understood why you did what you did, but he was so angry about it.  It wasn’t fair that he’d missed out on being a parent.  On being up all night because Owen had colic.  The first steps.  First words.  His first day of school.  You’d stolen that from him.  From both of them.  It was hard not to be angry about it.

He took a deep breath to steady himself and counted down from ten in his head.  Right now he had to be a dad.  His son was upset.  Tony needed to reassure him.

He sat down on the bed and looked at Owen.   “Hey.  I know you’re mad.  I’m mad too.  But she thought she was protecting you.”

Owen spun in his chair and looked at Tony.  His eyes were shimmering with tears.  “I used to always wonder where my dad was.  People made fun of me for not having one.  Even kids whose parents were divorced knew who their dad was.  I’d ask because I knew I had to have one.  I know to make a baby you need sperm and an egg.  Even if you have two moms or two dads, you need a man and a woman to make the baby.  But mom would always say ‘he’s a good man, but he couldn’t be your dad’.  She lied to me.”

The stress seemed to overwhelm the young boy and he flopped down on his bed and just started openly weeping.  Tony started to rub his back in large slow circles.  He paused to think of what he could actually say.  He didn’t know this boy at all.  He didn’t know what Owen know about sex, drugs, or anything really.  He didn’t know what he could say that would make this kid understand when Tony barely understood why you didn’t at least approach him for the money.  “You know about sex right?”  He said lamely.

“Yeah.  I mean, more than most of my friends.  Mom answers questions when I have them.”  He said not looking up.

Tony let out a breath.  “The big secret adults never tell you is the reason why they do it is because it was fun.  Back the night we made you… your mom and I hadn’t seen each other for a long time.  I wasn’t really the best person.  I was kinda selfish and just wanted to have fun.  I was doing lots of stupid things and making lots of bad choices.  I saw your mom when we were both feeling a bit weak and we decided to have some fun.  When she found out about you she decided that I would be a really bad dad.  She decided that no dad is better than a bad dad.”  Tony explained, feeling quite stupid.  “She was right about that.  Trust me.  No dad is better than a bad dad.”

Owen sat up and pulled his knees up, looking into Tony’s eyes.  They were brown too.  Just like Tony’s.  “Would you have been a bad dad?”

Tony sighed and took his glasses back off.  “I don’t know.  I don’t know that I would have been as bad as she thought.  She thought I’d tell you I didn’t love you.  That’s not true.  I know I would have loved you.  But I was stupid back then.  I wouldn’t have made the time for you that you needed.  I wouldn’t have been around much at all.”  He said.  “I want to make time for you now though.  Can I be your dad, Owen?”

Owen gave a small shrug.  “I don’t even know you.  I want to have a dad but you’re just some guy.”

Tony felt a stabbing pain in his heart and numbness crawl up his left arm.  He rubbed it and pumped his fist.  “I know.  I don’t want to just be some guy.  You’re part of me.”

There was a long pause where Owen thought.  While Owen thought, Tony overthought.  Maybe you had been right to do this.  Maybe he would still fuck up Owen’s life.  Maybe he should have just offered you a big cash payment so he could have a nice house and go to a good school and let the kid grow up without the curse of being a Stark.

Before his thought process got too out of hand Owen looked up.  “What would I call you?”

“You can call me whatever you want.  Tony is fine.  I don’t mind if you want to call me dad either.  Just… go with your gut, kid.”  Tony said.

“How would we do this if you’re an Avenger?”  Owen asked.

“I’ll do my best.  We’ll work something out with your mom.  You can come spend weekends at the tower.  Or even whole weeks.  It’s a drive to your school, but that would be okay.  I might have things come up, but we can make this work.”  Tony said.  “It’s never going to be the same as having a dad who’s always around.  Maybe one day your mom will meet someone and they’ll get married and that man will be more your dad than I ever can be.  But we can still be something.  I can be there for you.”

Owen started to cry again and threw his arms around Tony, sobbing against his chest.  Tony hesitated at first before closing his arms around Owen.  “We’ll work on it, okay, bud?”  I promise.  Try not to be too mad at your mom.  She loves you.”  He said though he felt quite mad at you himself.

You had gone and poured yourself a coffee while you waited for Tony to come out of the bedroom.  You felt like the absolute worst person ever.  You couldn’t believe how much pain you’d caused everyone.  You knew it was going to get worse too.  You were going to have to figure out custody.  You were going to have to tell your family and admit you’d been lying all this time.  The press was likely going to find out.  Tony had enemies.  Big ones.  Now you had to worry about that too.  You wouldn’t be surprised if Owen didn’t spend the rest of his life resenting you for this.

When you finally decided to sit down, Tony came down from Owen’s room.  You jumped up and looked at him anxiously.

“You and I have a lot of talking to do.  There’s a bunch of stuff we have to organize.  Do you have a lawyer?”  Tony asked.

You shook your head.  “I can get one.”

“I’m going to take him out to get some pizza.  I have a lot of time to catch up on.”  He said.  “My security team will be there if you’re worried.”

“It’s fine.  Of course.”  You said.  “I’m so sorry, Tony.”

Tony took his glasses out of his pocket and put them back on as Owen came down from the bedroom dressed to go outside.  “When we get back we’ll talk about some of the stuff unofficially.  You can’t keep him from me anymore.”

You nodded and Tony put his arm around Owen’s shoulders and led him out.  As soon as the door closed you began to go through all the ways you could possibly make up for how monumentally you had fucked up.

// NEXT

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Patience

Patience: An IronHawk Fanfic

Buy me a ☕ Square:  @iron-man-bingo - Post Battle Sex

Rating:  E  

Warning:  Smut (Bi MMF Threesome, light d/s, edging, vibrator use, oral sex, tit fucking, double penetration - vaginal and anal)

Word Count:  2318

Pairing:  Clint Barton x Tony Stark x F!Reader

Summary:  While Tony and Clint debrief after a battle, you get yourself nice and ready for them.

Patience

You stood almost buzzing in the hanger as you waited for the Quin’s cargo door to open.  You’d hadn’t seen Tony or Clint for over a week until today when they showed up on live news coverage of a battle in Washington with some weird giant dog-like aliens.

You were a huge swirling mess of excitement and anxiety and as the ramp finally came down and the Avengers started to file out looking exhausted and battered, you rushed forward without any thought other than the need to reconnect.

Tony was the first of your two that came down the ramp.  He was in better shape than a lot of the others.  The Iron Man suit protected him from a lot of damage and it meant he could keep out of harm's way while still actively fighting.

You launched yourself at him and he caught you, wrapping your legs around his waist and carrying you as you peppered kisses all over his face.  “Oh. My. God. I. Missed. You. So. Much.”  You said.  Each word punctuated with a kiss.

Clint trotted past and slapped your ass.  “You missed something alright.”  He looked the worst of the bunch.  He always came back from these things looking like he’d been put into a blender with a handful of rocks.

Tony laughed.  “It’s fine.  We’re fine.  We missed you too.”

You brought your lips to his and kissed him deeply.  He kept walking with you until you were safely inside, but didn’t break the hungry kiss once.  Steve cleared his throat, and you pulled back reluctantly.  “Sorry to break it up, but we need to debrief and Clint is definitely going to need to see a medic.”

“Speak for yourself,”  Clint said coming over to you and Tony.  You slipped down off Tony and Clint pulled you up against him, hugging you tightly and teasing his lips over yours.

“You’ve broken a rib, Clint.”  Steve scolded.

“Yeah, one.  I still have 23.”  He said before kissing you.  You wrapped your arms around his neck and hummed into his lips.

Tony leaned in against your ear and ran his hand down your spine.  “Go put that lingerie I like on.  You know.  The red ones.  We’ll be up soon enough.”

You pulled back and let Clint go.  “Alright.  See you soon.”

“Come on, Legolas,”  Tony said and grabbed Clint’s elbow and dragged him away.

You went up to the penthouse and changed into the lingerie Tony liked.  It was a blood-red corset with black lace trim.  You paired it with black stockings.  You knew it was going to be a while before they returned and you thought you might prepare for when they got here.  You grabbed your vibrator, applied lube to it and switched it on.

You slowly slid it between your folds, running it up and down from your clit to your entrance, letting the buzz send a tingle through you and your arousal grow.  You pressed the toy against your clit and held it there, intensifying the buzz and making you want to pull away from it.  As your breathing became shallow, you pushed the toy inside yourself.  You pumped it slowly in and out, clenching your core muscles and arching up into your hand.  As you got closer to the edge and began to lose some of your control, you pushed it hard against your g-spot and held it there.  Your orgasm peaked and you pulled the device way.  You lay there panting and shivering on the bed, letting yourself come back down again.  When you did, you turned the vibrator on again and repeated the process.

It took Tony and Clint about two hours to get back up to the penthouse.  In that time you brought yourself to the edge of orgasm again and again.  You couldn’t help but think of their reaction to finding you like that.  The dark, lustful look on Tony’s face and the needy eager one on Clint.  That image alone made you need to pull the vibrator out before you were sent over and ruined your own game.

Finally, they entered the room.  The way their faces changed as they looked at you would have made you burst out laughing if you weren’t so focused on stopping yourself from orgasming.  Tony went from tired but pleased to be home, to shocked, to turned on, to a little dark and dominating.  While Clint went from excited to be home, to shocked, to extremely turned on, to excited again.  Their expressions changed so quickly that it was comical.

“What are you doing there, dear?”  Tony said as he closed the door.

You smiled up at him and panted through your words.  “Don’t worry.  I’ve - I’ve been - edging.  Since I got up here.”

A smile slowly crept over his face and he took a few steps forward.  Clint followed after him, his erection already starting to push against his pants.  “You’ve been edging for two hours?”  Tony asked.

You pulled the vibrator from you again and sat panting with your knees pulled up against you.  “Yes.”  You said, as your body began to settle.  “I wanted you both to see how much I missed you.”

“How many times?”  Tony said with a faint growl to his voice, his hand running along the bulge that was forming in his own pants.

“Fourteen.”

Clint whistled.  “Holy shit.”

“Such a good girl.  Why don’t you do one more for us.”  Tony cooed.

You took a deep breath and turned the vibe on again.  They watched as you inserted it deep into your aching cunt and slowly began to fuck yourself with it.  You put on a show, bucking up into the toy and arching your back.  You panted and moaned and chanted their names.  They began to take some of their clothes off.  Tony pulled off his undershirt, revealing his toned body and the arc reactor embedded in the middle of his chest.  He had a few bruises, but nothing too bad.  Clint took off his leather armor.  His body was muscular and firm.  He was covered in gashes that had been patched with gauze and a large bruise had formed on his left side over his ribcage.

Seeing them start to undress affected you strongly and you nearly came then and there.  You pulled the vibe from you and threw it across the room.

Tony stalked over to the bed and climbed up over me, while Clint followed on like an excited puppy.  “We missed you too, honey.”  Tony hummed.  “Didn’t we, bird?”

“Mm-hmm… you were all I thought about.”  Clint said.

Tony brought his lips to yours and you kissed.  You wrapped yourself around him and reached over to Clint, tugging on his hair as he kissed your neck.  You kissed Tony until your lips tingled and you became breathless and when he finally pulled back, Clint took over.  The kiss changed from one man to the next.  First slow and tender, just dipping your tongues into each other’s mouths.  Then aggressive and desperate, biting and nipping at each other.  When you finally broke apart from them completely you just lay there, pressed between them as you composed yourselves.

“Would you like to come now, dear?”  Tony asked, running his nose up your neck, nudging your chin back.

“Yes, please.”  You breathed.  You still hadn’t let either of them go and you ran your hands over their hills and valleys of their body.

“Undress us,”  Tony said.

You moved your hands to Tony’s waist and pushed the skintight pants he wore under the Iron Man suit off.  You moved to Clint and fumbled with the buckles on his leather pants.  He took longer but when they were both naked and hard in front of me Tony pushed me onto my back.

You trembled as you lay there exposed.  All you wanted, all you could think of was them inside you and coming around their cocks again and again.  But they were drawing it out and making you wait for it.  Tony kissed my neck and ran his hands over my corset as Clint bit and sucked at your nipples through the lace.  Tony pulled back and tore the corset open.  You gasped and arched your back and he tossed the ruined fabric across the room.  Clint immediately began to suck and bite on your exposed nipples.

You became a whimpering and trembling mess, arching and writhing under them.  “Please, Tony.  Please.”  You pleaded.

“Patience, dear.  We’ll get there.”  Tony cooed.

“I’ve been patient for the past two weeks.”  You whined and tugged on Clint’s hair.  “Please, Clint.”

Tony slapped your thigh and you jerked up.  Not from pain.  You were just so highly wound that the sudden strike seemed to assault every nerve.  It made your cunt clench and increased that need for relief.

Clint pulled back and chuckled.  “You must be desperate if you’ve resorted to begging me.”

“Why don’t you go down on her, little bird.  Get her to come on your face.”  Tony said.

Clint smiled and bit his bottom lip before leaning over and kissing Tony deeply.  Tony hummed and caressed the back of his neck for a moment.  When Clint pulled away, he crawled down so his head was between your legs.  Tony sat back and watched, slowly stroking his cock.

Clint’s tongue dipped between your folds and gently slid over your clit.  It was barely a touch and yet it sent shockwaves crashing through you.  Your legs kicked out and you jerked away from him.

“Jesus, babe.”  Clint laughed and he pulled you back towards him, tearing your stocking as he did.

“Poor, baby.  You really need this, huh?”  Tony teased.

You whimpered in response, thrusting your hips up towards Clint.  Clint plunged his face into your cunt, lapping, sucking and biting at you.  You cried out and arched your back, coming immediately on his face you had been sitting that close.  Clint hummed and drank you up.

“Mmm… you taste so good.”  Clint hummed as he continued to languidly lap at your cunt.

You closed your eyes and let yourself come down from your orgasm high, relaxing on the mattress.  He sat up and ran his finger along your cunt one last time before looking over at Tony expectantly.

“Clint,”  You breathed.  “Could you kiss me?”

He smirked and looked at Tony like he was asking his permission.  Tony cocked an eyebrow and looked down at you.  “Want to taste yourself, honey?”

You grinned at them both and bit your tongue.

“How can I deny that look, you dirty girl?”  Tony teased.  “Go on then.”

Clint leaned in and his lips met yours.  He gave into you as you aggressively kissed him, sucking and licking your fluids from his lips.  When he pulled away, you chased after him, but Tony pushed you back down on the bed and straddled your chest.  You jerked under him and made an impatient squeaking sound.

He pushed his cock down between the valley of your breasts and squeezed your breasts around his shaft.  He began to rock against you, thrusting into the little pocket he’d created with your tits.

You dipped your head forward and licked a drop of precome that had formed on the head of his cock.

“I was thinking I might fuck that beautiful ass of yours, while Clint fucks your pussy.  What do you think of that?”  He asked.

You moaned and nodded your head.

“Our dirty girl likes the sound of that,”  Tony said climbing off you.  “Lie back for her.”

Clint lay down eagerly while Tony went and grabbed the lube.  You straddled Clint’s waist and began to rock against his cock, looking down at him and running your hands over his chest.  “Does it hurt?”

“I’ve had worse.”  He said and pulled you down into a kiss.  You rocked against his cock and then sunk down on it, letting him fill your swollen and aching cunt.

Tony came up behind you and squeezed the lube on your ass.  He used his fingers to tease your asshole open, stretching you out to take him.  By the time the head of his cock was pressed against your asshole, you had come and Clint was panting against your neck.

Tony slowly sunk into your ass.  You were stretched and filled and both their cocks worked against each other as they thrust into you.  As Tony began to pick up his speed you moaned loudly and clutched at Clint.  “Harder!”  You cried.  “Really fuck me!”

Both men complied, ramming into you.  You clenched and cried out as your orgasm broke, your body spasming and arching between them.  As you came they picked up their pace even more, slamming into you again and again.

Your senses were in overload and you came again before the last orgasm had even ended.  You clenched and twisted between them.  Tony grabbed your hips and held me in place and with a sudden hard thrust into you, he came deep into your ass.  That seemed to bring Clint over too and he groaned and gripped at the sheets as he spilled into your cunt.

You collapsed down into a little pile and they both began to trail their fingers over you and placed gentle kisses over your neck, back, and shoulders.

You snuggled between them and hummed happily.  “Hey.  I’m glad you’re home.”

“It’s good to be home.”  Tony said, softly.

“And if that’s the greeting we’re going to get, we’ll have to go away more often.”  Clint laughed.

“Do you want to go and have a shower before dinner?”  Tony asked.  “I can take you both out if you like.”

“Soon.  I just want cuddles now.  I haven’t had cuddles for so long.  I missed them.”  You said, nuzzling into Clint’s chest.

They both pulled themselves tightly against you, wrapping you completely between them.  “That I think we can handle,”  Clint said.

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