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denebolablack · 7 months
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*Bucky and Steve relaxing in Tony's lab couch while they wait for him to come home*
Steve: Tony inherited his looks from Howard.
Bucky: Yup.
Steve: What do you think he inherited from his mom?
Bucky: *Shrugs and takes a long sip of soda*
Tony: *Out of nowhere* My mental disorders.
Steve: *Screams*
Bucky: *Spits out his drink*
Tony: *Chuckles* Oh, and also my love for playing the piano and cooking italian food.
Bucky: Doll, I love you, but next time you give me a heart attack like that I can't promise I won't shoot you.
Tony: *Smiles smugly* I really wanna see you try.
Steve: *Moaning* Boys, stop.
Tony: Sorry oh captain my captain *Kisses his Brooklyn's boys noses and walks away* If you both hurry, maybe you can join me on the shower.
Bucky: Move that America's ass punk! Our love has spoken.
Steve: Don't get all bossy, Bucks. That's Tony's work.
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Hey! I just saw your post on the mini prompt and a minute ago i was thinking of fics where peter surprises people when he speaks Italian or Spanish. could you write one with something like this? Also i really love your writing style (⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠)❤️❤️
Aw! Thank you so much @stardustinmyeyesstuff !! I had a lot of fun deciding where to take this prompt. But I seem to have landed somewhere between a 'Peter and Tony Speak Italian' and ' Peter Parker Calls Tony Stark Dad' trope. Haha. I hope that's okay and that you enjoy it!
Here it is, just barely under 1k, at 995 words.
Mumbled Italian
If there was one thing Peter had learned about Tony over the last year, it was that he liked to talk. He liked to talk about everything all the time, and Peter loved it. The constant chatter meant he got to have amazing conversations with the Tony Stark! And in time, it meant being able to engage in lots of playful banter too.
In tandem, he learned that if there was something Tony felt he shouldn’t say out loud, he would simply grumble it under his breath. In Italian.
Often it was complaints. Sometimes they were about Pepper forcing him to attend meetings. Other times they were about FRIDAY being a little too sassy or how Captain Rogers was a know-it-all. Peter never said anything about it. After all, he wasn’t supposed to be able to hear it. Let alone understand it. But he had enhanced senses and an Italian aunt, making it very easy for him to understand every single one of Tony’s lowly spoken words.
For a while, it was easy to ignore whispered criticism. All the way up until the day he overheard Tony mumbling about him.
He walked into the lab and dropped his backpack on the floor. Then he and Tony greeted each other as he removed his hoodie.
“How was school?” Tony asked.
“Good! I aced my math test,” Peter said, as he crossed the distance between them.
“I knew you would,” Tony smirked. “You’ve mastered that material. Why are you even in that class? You’d do so well in a college dual-enrollment progra-” he said, pausing mid-word to change the subject altogether. “What are you wearing?”
Peter looked down, unsure of what he’d put on that morning. When he saw it, he blushed three different shades of red. “Oh my God, Mr. Stark. I just threw something on this morning. I didn’t even realize what it was,” he attempted to explain.
“Okay. That’s fair,” Tony replied, his arms crossed tightly over his chest. “But it doesn’t explain why you own it.”
Peter opened and closed his mouth several times while still trying to obscure the blatant Oscorp logo. “It was from a field trip,” he pathetically stated.
“A field trip, huh,” Tony replied. “And you kept the shirt? Wasn’t that trip a little, I don’t know- traumatic for you?”
“It’s just a shirt,” Peter struggled. “And I was wearing a hoodie over it all day. The only reason I took it off is you don’t like me to have strings dangling over the machinery!”
“Well, yeah. That’s a safety concern,” Tony said, “This, however, is just plain insulting. You wore an Oscorp shirt to my Stark Industries workshop,” he said, then abruptly stood up. “Actually, I’ll be right back.”
Peter sat down at his workbench to await Tony’s return. It didn’t take long. Twenty minutes later, Tony was coming back into the lab with his arms full of bags from the Stark Industries gift shop.
“Foremost, here’s the shirt you’re going to change into,” Tony said, tossing a black SI t-shirt Peter’s way. “But got one of everything for you. Including pajama pants. Did you know we sold Stark Industries pajama pants? Because I didn’t. One of those is for me.”
Peter shook his head and quickly switched out shirts, tossing the green Oscorp one into the trash bin beside the desk. Then he sat down to start his homework. And that’s when he heard it. Tony was sitting across from him, manipulating a new design while muttering under his breath.
“That child will be the death of me,” Tony nearly silently mumbled. Followed by “No son of mine is going to be caught wearing something like that,” and “Why do children always defy their fathers?”
Every word of it was spoken in fluent Italian.
Peter looked up, his eyes growing wider as Tony continued to grumble. Then, before he could stop himself, he began laughing. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he breathlessly spouted. “It’s just that I can hear you, and I know what you’re saying and-”
“-You speak Italian?” Tony swiftly interjected. “How much of that did you understand?”
“All of it,” Peter cackled, “I understood every word, Dad.”
As Tony's cheeks began to pinken, Peter took a few deep breaths to stop the incessant giggling. He was sure that, outside of perhaps Pepper or Rhodey he was probably the only person to witness Tony Stark blushing in the last three decades. He suddenly felt a little guilty.
“I’m sorry,” he genuinely apologized.“I should have told you before that I could hear and understand you. But it was super easy to just- not listen? And after a while, I guess it just didn’t seem all that important?”
“Of course it was important!” Tony replied, but there was no hint of heat in his tone. “I can’t believe you speak Italian and didn’t tell me. Are you fluent? I thought you took Spanish in school. Wait. Do you know any other languages?”
“Aunt May’s Italian, So I learned it from her when I was little. I guess I’m fairly fluent. You’re right, I take Spanish in school and uh,” he said, pausing to mentally go through all of Tony’s many questions. “I know a little bit of Japanese just because I thought it would be fun?”
Tony blinked, then smiled widely and spread his arms. “That’s amazing.”
“You’re not mad?” Peter dubiously inquired.
“Nah,” Tony said with a small flourish of his hand. “Surprised, yes. But not mad. I probably would have said all those things anyway.”
“Did you mean it?” Peter asked. “You think of me as a son?”
“Kind of hard not to, kid. You’re a little mini-me,” Tony replied while ruffling Peter’s hair.
And all Peter could do was grin. Tony thought of him as a son and he couldn’t have been happier about it. “Thanks, Dad. You’re the best,” he said softly. But he made sure to say it in Italian.
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apollo11fangirl · 7 months
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We all know that Tony can't cook, but what if he can only cook Italian food. Like somehow Maria taught him how to cook her food really well. It's to the point that he can't stand any other Italian food that an't his own.
Rhody and Pepper know all about it, but the Avengers only learn when Steve tries to make some and Tony takes over the kitchen since Tony see him do it all wrong. The best team dinners when Tony cooks.
The same thing happens with British deserts thanks to Ana, Jarvis, and Peggy.
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julunibalism · 1 year
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Random Head cannon I came up with in school:
Okay so one of my favorite hc of Tony is that he speaks Italian, ok so imagine post Avengers 1, everyones living in the tower, and Tony gives all of them Italian nicknames at first the nicknames are pretty tame, but as he gets to know all of them they get more intimate, and everyone just thinks Tony is calling them weird names in Italian, but Tony's just waiting for one of them to realize he's been calling them sweet nicknames 🥰
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popcorn-plots · 23 days
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I am feeling better today, which is awesome, but I'm still under the weather (boo). I didn't sleep well last night and I have absolutely no appetite... I still need food, and I need to stay hydrated so I might make myself some mac n cheese for lunch then go binge watch Sherlock (my dad got be S1 from the library bc he knows that's my favorite show :3)
part 1 || part 2 || part 3
Stephen woke up again around lunch. The only reason he knew it was around lunchtime was because Tony had set up camp in Stephen's bed. He was sitting up on top of the covers, reading something on his stark pad while he combed his fingers through Stephen's hair.
Stephen, he soon realized, was practically curled up on Tony's lap, soaking in the other man's body heat. Because damn, Stephen was freezing.
"Hey, sleeping beauty." Tony murmured when Stephen moved to look up at him. "Wong said you weren't feeling well."
Stephen simply groaned in response. "wha's th' time?" He slurred, rubbing at his eye with a shaking hand.
"Nearly 1. I got here around noon. You slept all morning."
"hng."
"Yeah? You feeling any better?"
Stephen paused. His throat was still sore, and his body ached, but his headache was gone. At least he could think properly. "Little bit."
"That's good. Think you can handle some soup?" Tony asked, setting his StarkPad down on the bed.
"'M not hungry."
"I know you're not, but you need to stay hydrated. It's homemade chicken noodle?" That got Stephen's attention. Tony was pretty much a disaster in the kitchen (the cooking was Wong's domain) but pasta was the one thing Tony physically couldn't mess up. It didn't even matter what it was -- from chicken noodle soup to ramen to chicken carbonara, it was all devine. Tony credited it to his Italian side and the pasta his mom taught him to make.
Stephen sighed and pushed himself up, pulling the sheets with him. When he was fully upright and leaning against the headboard, duvet wrapped around him like a burrito, Tony kissed his forehead. "You're cute."
"Not cute. Hungry." Stephen muttered.
"I thought you weren't hungry?" Tony countered, a smile playing of the edges of his lips.
Stephen huffed. "'M always hungry for your food."
"Well in that case..." Reaching down, Tony pulled out a Tupperware container of chicken noodle soup with a s'up spoon and a little dinosaur themed kids bowl because, "I know you like dinosaurs, Stephen." (Stephen did, indeed, like dinosaurs).
Tony poured the soup -- still steaming -- into the bowl, only filling it halfway and setting it in Stephen's lap.
Stephen took to spoon from Tony and tried some of the soup. He could barely taste it, but it was warm and soothing. Stephen didn't have much of an appetite, but he still managed to finish half the bowl.
"Good job." Tony praised him. Stephen offered a half-smile and laid back down. "Why don't we get you into a quick shower, then you can finish your soup?"
Stephen buried his face in the pillows, despite how difficult breathing already was. "Don't wanna."
He knew he was being difficult, but the bed was extremely comfortable and he was too sore to move. Tony frowned slightly. "What if I joined you?"
Stephen turned his head to look at his boyfriend.
"I'll join you in the shower and get you all nice and cleaned up, then we can cuddle on the couch until Wong gets home, yeah?"
"Okay."
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Stephen absolutely refused to admit that the steaming shower actually felt good. If it wasn't because Tony's hands gently massaging soap into his back and hair was the absolute best feeling in the world, then it was the way the steam helped unclog his sinuses. In all reality, it was likely both. It was always a show of how much Tony loved his boyfriends when he was willing to shower with them, pushing away his fear of the water. Stephen loved it. He also absolutely adored how gentle Tony was when he titled Stephen's head back and rinsed out his hair with a cup.
When they were finished, Tony helped Stephen into his favorite silk pajamas, toweled his hair dry, and led him to the couch. Stephen immediately burrowed into the blankets. Tony chuckled and sat down, letting out an 'oof' when Stephen flopped on top of him.
"Hey, bunny."
"I wanna watch Bluey." Stephen announced. Tony laughed.
"Alright, but I need you to finish your soup."
"Fine." Stephen muttered. He knew he was acting like a child, but he didn't care one bit. If eating soup was what permitted him to watch Bluey while he was sick, then so be it. He'd eat the damn soup.
He groaned when Tony had to stand up, but ate his soup without complaint. Tony sat back down and Stephen was quick to monopolize his lap, turning on the TV and letting his favorite show play.
Despite his best efforts, he fell asleep halfway through the second episode.
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guest-1-2-3 · 18 days
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so. never consumed any mcu content whatsoever. however i have recently stumbled upon peter parker/harley keener fanfics, went down a rabbit hole, and am now obsessed with their dynamic and i realized i have just fallen into the trap of another blond + southerner + sarcastic + calls-his-boyfriend-darlin’ + infinitely supportive + big fucking nerd x incredibly traumatized + sarcastic + italian + orphan + definitely-started-saving-the-world-too-young + big fucking nerd ship. i am nothing if not predictable
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idk-bruh-20 · 8 months
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Irondad fic ideas #152
Every year around the holidays, a "bug war" breaks out in the Parker-Stark households 
Not bugs as in creepy crawlies. Technology bugs. Surveillance.
Tony and Peter are both determined to figure out what the other wants for the holidays 
The two are on surprisingly even ground: Peter's spider-sense doesn't consider this a threat, and FRIDAY won't snitch. They both have to find any "bugs" the old fashioned way.
Bonus:
Soon enough the whole Ironfam is wrapped up in it. November and December become a time of yearly paranoia, everyone watching what they say and "checking for bugs." 
Even Peter's friends discover tiny bugs on them. When Ned first learns the itty bitty robot behind his coat button is from Tony Stark trying to find out what he wants for Christmas he faints on the spot
Bonus 2, Crack Taken Seriously Boogaloo:
For a bit of drama: it's all fun and games until one year Peter gets kidnapped. The situation is bad. They only find him in time thanks to one of the "holiday bugs" Tony recently snuck on
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Okay, listen!
Tony as a tailor
Stark Tailoring Inc.
Tony wears reading glasses when taking measurements. And Tony has to step on a small footstool when he fits a suit on Stephen because the Doc is so freakishly tall it’s unfair!
Stephen getting all flustered when Tony is suddenly as tall as him and also right up in his face.
Peter is Tony's intern. He takes notes and writes everything down while Tony is doing fittings and muttering numbers and notes nonstop. And Peter is the perfect assistant because he actually understands what Tony means with his gibberish.
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cassiecasyl · 11 months
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i love you berry much
Hi hi!! Did you miss me? Well, it’s Tony’s and my birthday so you know what that means!! I didn’t really feel all that fluffy today so have some hurt/comfort instead :3  read last years’: 2021 2022
The water lapped gently at the docks, driven by the soft spring night wind that was currently also playing with his hair. Peter let the constant rhythm lull him in, let it drown out the noise and laughter from the party behind him. The water slowly approached, running up just to crash against the wooden pillars in a splashing crescendo. Afterward, it always retreated, collecting itself for the next attempt. It was comforting like grass swaying, and familiar like words bouncing around his mouth, never sure when to leave. Like a hand gently tapping on his shoulder. 
A tiny tremor rippled through his body as he awoke. Peter turned and looked up to find Mr. Stark smiling at him. He was holding a brown basket of sorts. “Hey, kiddo, there you are! You were suddenly gone.” 
Peter blinked. The water seemed to have settled in his belly now, lapping at his skeleton. “You noticed?” 
His mentor’s eyebrows scrunched up slightly; maybe, there were rain clouds on the horizon. Peter swallowed and looked down. The rain would only hasten the erosion the lake had already begun. 
“Of course I noticed, Peter,” Mr. Stark said, his voice almost uncharacteristically soft. He settled down next to the boy and sat the basket down in front of them. It was filled with strawberries, Peter noted with confusion. The bright-red fruits shone with the promise of happiness that came with their sweet taste. 
“I will never not notice when my favorite Spiderling goes MIA,” he continued. 
I’m your only Spiderling, Peter wanted to say, but instead of taking the hook for deflection, he said: “I’m sorry.” This only deepened the clouds hanging over Tony’s features, and Peter damned the hail inside his soul. Though, before he could let it swallow him whole, there was a soft tap on his shoulder. Mr. Stark had opened his arms in question. Peter only hesitated a little before he leaned in. A content sigh escaped his lips as his weary body melted into the warm embrace. 
“What are you sorry for?” the man asked eventually. 
Peter hid his face against Mr. Stark’s chest. “For ruining your birthday,” he mumbled. 
“I’m sorry, kid, but you gotta speak up a little. I don’t have your super-hearing, unfortunately.” 
Peter huffed in frustration. His eyes down-trodden, he sat up a little, sucking in air. Mr. Stark rubbed over his shoulder blades in comfort. “I feel like I’m ruining your birthday,” he confessed. When he glanced up, Mr. Stark’s shocked and worried expression made the rain start falling. He was making everything worse. 
Instantly, Tony wrapped his arms around his kid again, rocking them slightly. Like grass swaying in the wind, Peter realized. The man’s heart drummed on in a beat faster than the water, but it was clear and sound. Safe. “No, no, no,” he whispered into Peter’s locks. “What gave you that idea? Did Nebula threaten you? Because I can assure you, she’s working on her violent tendencies.” 
Peter chuckled, and the clouds gave way for a single ray of sunshine. “No. It’s just— Everyone’s celebrating, and I’m just here being a downer and I don’t even know why. I mean, I didn’t even have a gift ready for you!” 
“Peter, listen to me. You being here, alive and in one piece, is the best gift you could ever give me. I don’t care if you gave me a thousand teddy bears or blew up the lab. I’m just glad you’re here.” 
“I’m glad you’re here too,” Peter said. Unconsciously, he had shifted so his ear was lying right over Mr. Stark’s heart. It had slowed a little now, but it was still beating steadily. On and on. No terrible silence in sight. Mr. Stark held him and the world became a little warmer. 
“A thousand teddy bears, huh?” the boy inquired after a while, his voice lighter than it had been in a while. 
“Oh no, don’t get any ideas,” Mr. Stark admonished lightly. “You know, I once gifted Pepper a giant teddy bear. Didn’t go over well…” 
Peter laughed. “You did what?” 
“I gave Pepper a giant teddy bear. It was like 10 feet tall or something. Pep was not amused, to say the least. To be fair, I was not doing great at the time,” he explained. 
“I bet Morgan would love it,” Peter pondered and burst out laughing at Mr. Stark’s pained expression. The man scooped up the bowl of strawberries and placed it into Peter’s hands. 
“Now, no more teddy bear shenanigans. Eat some. I know you haven’t eaten near enough at dinner and spiders gotta eat.” Peter blinked and took a strawberry. 
“Why do you even have these?” — he asked while munching — “I mean, is it even safe? Pepper’s allergic, and you always say Morgan comes after her.” 
“Because you like them,” Mr. Stark said as if it was the simplest thing. “And don’t worry, Morgan’s not allergic, she just prefers different fruits. I did get Pepper’s permission for once, too.” 
“Oh, wow, I’m proud!” Peter half-joked. “Also, Morgan is wrong because strawberries are clearly the best. My condolences to Mrs. Potts-Stark.” Tony chuckled and took one himself, quickly evading Peter’s wavy hands. 
“Thank you,” Peter said. 
Tony smiled and ruffled the boy’s hair. “Anytime, kid.” 
They sat in comfortable silence for a while, with Peter munching on his strawberries. The water continued to dance with the pillars, keeping up their rhythm. When most of the strawberries were gone, Peter considered the last ones carefully. He took one out, the biggest that was left, and presented it to the man beside him. 
“Mr. Stark? I love you berry much.” 
To Tony’s credit, he did not only roll his eyes at the pun, but also snorted. He took the strawberry with a thanking nod and bit into it. After it was gone, he pulled the kid close again and kissed the top of his head. “I love you strawberry much too, il mio bambino.” 
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beta-ita · 1 year
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girlcavalcanti · 10 months
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how does every single dubbing in Italian suck so much
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okay but italian tony stark and german stephen strange. they both moved to the US and met at some event. they kind of bonded over being both european, and kind of lost in the american ways of doing things.
they speak english together, and the more they meet up and speak over the phone, the more they start to like one another. their accents also become less prominent over time.
cut to a few years later where tony and stephen move in together and eventually get married. they both want to adopt a little, but it becomes a tough process considering they have not been living in the US for long. however, the two of them get a little boy finally and can call themselves daddies.
peter parker is as american as can be. he thinks tony and stephen speak a bit funny at first, but he quickly falls in love with tony’s italian singing and stephen’s german reading. he starts to learn both languages, and he picks up on it very quickly.
the family of three still mostly speak english, since that is their shared language. but, when peter is alone with either stephen or tony, he speaks their languages. peter makes sure to speak extra loudly when one of his daddies comes to pick him up at daycare, showing off to everyone how well he speaks german and italian.
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xovera-toz · 10 months
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Peter: Tony has been trying to make heads and tails of my Italian school certificate
Peter: He swore he wouldn't use a translator because he's "got this"
Peter: It's been fifteen minutes of him staring at it
Peter: Funniest fifteen minutes of my life
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theginkosakata · 2 years
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Dia 4: "Tú corazón esta latiendo rápido" / Mafia!AU
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cowboyhorsegirl · 2 years
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tony stark hungarian and italian heritage speaker mayhaps??
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Got any good dish you'd recommend for a beginner like myself?
Have you considered attempting some sausage and beef meatballs? Some quality meats, some freshly grated Parmigiano Reggiano, and a touch of white wine? Fabulous. A great addition to a nice, Spaghetti all'Arrabbiata.
As far as specific recipes go, I suggest doing some digging. Read through several iterations, take notes on the technique and preparation, then make your own. No one knows your tastes better than you. Experiment. Go nuts with ingredients. Find the perfect balance. Once you find it, be sure to write it down for the generations to come.
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