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Birthday fic bash prompty thingy! Lol how about Disney Princess Tony Stark with a million animals always coming up to him on missions/during battles/team outings etc. And always bringing home just one more animal friend, much to his partner(s) exasperation and amusement lol

“Oh no. Oh no no no,” Bucky sighs as Tony walks up to him with a racoon in his arms. “Doll, we talked about this.”

The Iron Man helmet retracts so that Bucky can experience the full effect of Tony’s pout. It’s a dangerous thing, and Bucky can already feel his heart twisting as Tony’s eyes widen.

“No,” Bucky repeats, but not even his Winter Soldier face can hold up to the look on Tony’s face for long.

“But she’s injured,” Tony says as he cradles the racoon to his chest.

“Then she can go to the zoo who can help her,” Bucky argues half-heartedly, as he can’t resist taking a closer look at the raccoon laying docile in Tony’s arms. Bucky doesn’t reach for her, having learned his lesson after a squirrel bit his finger when Bucky had tried to touch.

Tony can hold whatever animal he finds - injured or otherwise - but no one else can manage to get close.

“She’ll need a place to recover,” Tony argues.

“That’s what zoos are for,” Bucky defends as he crosses his arms. He admits that he’s probably simply delaying the inevitable. Even if Bucky wasn’t particularly weak to Tony’s pout, it isn’t like Bucky wants to be the villain who denies help to an injured animal.

But Tony already has picked up so many, and sometimes Bucky wants to romance his boyfriend without a curious crow or a chattering chipmunk getting in his way. But maybe Bucky should be grateful that Central Park only has so many types of animals, because if they ended up in the south and Tony picked up a scorpion or something…Then Bucky would have to try to figure out how to say no to Tony bringing animals back to their home to recuperate. Raccoons aren’t the worst thing that Tony can manage to find post-battle.

Besides, Tony hires the best caretakers and does his research to make sure each animal gets what they need, and most of them can and do get released back into the wild. But Bucky had date plans and if Tony too busy, checking over the raccoon instead…

“Please, babe? You know she’ll get better, more individualized care back at the Tower,” Tony pleads.

Bucky sighs. “Alright, alright. She better appreciate it,” Bucky says, casting a weak glare at the raccoon nestled in Tony’s arms. Her paw does look kinked, and Bucky feels a sympathetic tug about the injured limb.

“She sure will,” Tony promises with a bright grin.

Bucky rolls his eyes as the raccoon hisses at him, nestling further into Tony’s arms.

#winteriron #tony stark #bucky barnes #megan writes things #bday fic bash #okay but disney prince Tony!! #such a cute idea!! XD #kaci1ynn

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kaci1ynn replied to your post: For the kiss thing... Stony 29? Only if you want!...

Beautiful

Thank you! I”m a sucker for wedding fics apparently.

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Fic Writing Question Thing

Tagged by @kaci1ynn but told to switch “fic” for drawing and art. So, uh, here goes. O_O

What is your total word count on AO3?

The stats say 6916 words, but not sure how much of that is from collaborative works with STARSdidathing (if it counts that) or my unfinished fic (a terrible habit since high school) or random blurbs I’ve attached to my fanart. 

Total of fanart works is 47. 

How often do you write?

I’ve been trying to draw daily now. 

Do you have a routine for writing?

Sort of? More like bad habit. 

Wake up, take meds, morning dose of caffeine, sit my ass down at the desk for hours doing art stuff until I’m in pain and realize I haven’t eaten yet, eat, debate exercise, ignore exercise, shower, some tv, and then more drawing xD

I’m a work in progress <_< Trying to do better self-care >_>   

What’s your favorite kinks/tropes/pairing?

Hm...only kink or trope (if it counts as such) would be everyone loving Tony. I’m all about the Tony Stark. I am Tony Stark trash. 

I like providing Tony with all the love interests! My primary go-to’s are Loki, Bucky, and Steve (if I’m having a good day with this one. Sometimes Civil War feelings pop up, then he gets no Tony from me. I’m still stuck on ambivalence with Cap).  

Do you have a favorite fic of yours?

A have a few favorite drawings of mine.

One, the art trade drawing I did for @beir which I plan to post this week :3 I’m excited to share it with them and you all! 

Two, the FrostIron punk drawing where Tony and Loki have colorful mohawks and are tatted up with the pride flag wrapped around them.

Three, the NSFTsums drawing of tsum!Tony enjoying a drink while surrounded by tsum!strippers xD

Your fic with the most kudos?

The work with the most kudos would have to be “It’s a Chibi World” because it has the most chapters of all my chibis. 

Anything you don’t like about your writing?

What I don’t like about my drawings is I struggle with different angles and perspective so they’re still stuck on “posey,” but I’ve been trying to experiment here and there with more dynamic looks.

Now something you do like?

Colors! I adored Lisa Frank as a child and it shows in my drawings to this day. Most, if not all, of my drawings look like an unicorn puked all over them and I think that’s fabulous xD 

tagging: Anyone and everyone!

#random facts #Random info about me #kaci1ynn #I blame you #with love

[imaginetonyandbucky]

Tony has a crazy pet (exotic, dangerous, mythical, from another planet/realm/au). Everyone's used to it, but Bucky comes in after WS and is like 'Why are you all acting normal, there's a fucking unicorn/giant snake/dinosaur/bilgesnipe/etc on his lap!!!' he really wants to spend time with Tony, but creature concerns him. Takes awhile to warm up to (maybe bond over saving Tony or something) but eventually Bucky becomes the creature's third favorite human (Nat gives the best skritches)

When happy, Cotton Candy glows

#winteriron #tony x bucky #tony stark #bucky barnes #art #eriot #kaci1ynn

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kaci1ynn replied to your photo “Remember all poc felties are on sale for an additional $1 off. Dm me...”

This is so cute!!!

aw, thank you! I love him, he is so grouchy looking!

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kaci1ynn replied to your post: Last time I had a rough day, you guys really came...

Butterfingers is an active member of girl’s night in the tower. Nat always let’s her paint her nails and doesn’t mind when she messes up, Pep just gets out the nail polish remover :)

Aw, this is adorable. The bots really don’t interact enough with Nat, do they? I think once Nat understood that Tony looks at the bots as his children, she’d definitely appreciate that they deserve love and attention, and I bet Pepper would find it adorable.

#kaci1ynn #pepper potts #natasha romanov

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charlietheskonk reblogged your photoset and added:

I LOOOOOVE THEMMMMMM

Thank you~~<3 I gotta say, I be they could be good friends with some adorable snails xD kaci1ynn replied to your photoset “Tiny bitty octopus. *Pokes them.*”

So freaking cute! Want!

I will have some for sale! These will be for a bazaar I’m selling at but any stock I have left/new stock I’ll have up here. I’m going to try to get some of the bunbies out before the bazaar.

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Top Five Favorite Crossover Fics That Blew Your Mind

I could have filled twice this easily (and maybe I will soon), but to get five, I limited the definition of crossover to be the characters in another canon/universe where the original characters do/could still exist.  I tried to stay away from strictly fusion stories where the marvel crew take the place of the other characters.

#5 It's A Very Distinctive Family Resemblance by copperbadge Eliot Spencer comes from a long line of knife-wielding, long-haired troublemakers. Gen; 1.6k; Leverage/MCU.  I adore the headcanon that Eliot is related to Bucky, because it works so well. copperbadge nails it here. #4 Avenge the 'Verse by 27dragons Originally a prompt fill for the imaginetonyandbucky blog, for this prompt: Firefly au: Steve is captain, Nat is #2, Tony mechanic, Bruce doc, JARVIS runs ship, Clint pilot when evasive flying needed, Thor muscle, Loki Companion. Rescue injured Bucky from Reavers. Tony builds arm, flirt, fall in love and bunk together :) -kaci1ynn Winteriron; 5.5k; Firefly/MCU.  My favorite Firefly crossover.  Tony is fantastic in this as the ship's mechanic.  Hurt/comfort, a bit of identity porn, and the team as a crew. Shiny. #3 Through the Dark Tide of Memory by scifigrl47 As the Human/Kaiju war drags on, with no end in sight, the occupants of the Malibu Shatterdome have come to be known, worldwide, as the Avengers. No matter how many Jaegers fall, how many battles are lost around the Pacific rim, the Avengers will always come to the rescue. Stony; 60k; Pacific Rim/MCU.  This fic could easily have gone in the "Classics I still reread" list from last week, because it is and I do. Fantastic use of the larger Marvel universe cast of characters and a wonderful example of brilliant, stupid, self-sacrificing Tony #2 spending time with you (is like cheating on my diet) by isawet Tony is a White Court incubus vampire and Steve is a Knight of the Cross. Stony; 5k; Dresden Files/MCU.  I would recommend some knowledge of the Dresden Files for this one.  Fantastic use of the source material. It grabbed me right from the beginning and didn't let go even after I finished. #1 Straight on till Morning by Sineala Tony Stark resigned his commission in Starfleet five years ago, after a disastrous away mission, and he swore he'd never go back. He just wants to be left alone to build warp engines in peace. But the universe has more in store for him than that, as he discovers when Admiral Fury comes to him with an offer he could never have expected and cannot possibly refuse: first officer and chief engineer aboard the all-new USS Avenger, a starship of Tony's own design. What's more, the Avenger's captain is Steve Rogers, hero of the Earth-Romulan War. Believed dead for over a century, Steve is miraculously alive... and very, very attractive.

But nothing is ever easy for Tony. As he wrestles with his secret desire for his new captain and his not-so-dormant fears, another mission starts to go wrong, and Tony becomes aware that Steve has secrets of his own -- and the truth could change everything. Stony; 110k; Star Trek TOS/616.  Star Trek was my very first fandom before I even knew what fandom was, and this is a glorious crossover that keeps the feel of both sources and makes my nerd heart sing.  Plus identity porn, actual porn, PINING, self-sacrifice, and very sweet Steve/Tony.  Love.

#Top 5 Fanfic Saturday #fic recs #steve rogers/tony stark #winteriron #crossovers #fanfic

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Bound by honor - Seven_Oomen

Ironpanther arranged marriage AU

Based on the following prompt:

What if Diana and Steve Trevor had a child through magic/blessing by the gods. That child was Tony, Diana gave him up to Howard and Maria Stark with specific instructions and information. But Howard never gave it to Tony. Years later, thanks to Thor, Tony learns who he is.

“My mother wielded a shield better than you ever could, Rogers.”

By @thoughtfulbreadpolice

Based on the following story:

Not in front of the kids

Summary: Born from a blessing, destined for a great purpose. Tony has to navigate his way through arranged marriage, dealing with Obediah and coming to accept that he is married to a man that is nine years his junior.

Word count:  8,333 (Near the end I hope to hit 50,000 or so)

Rating: Explicit (NC-17)

Pairing: T’Challa/Tony Stark

Main Characters: T’Challa, Tony Stark, Shuri, Peter Parker, Sam Alexander, Riri Williams, Harley Keener, Diana Prince, Thor, Steve Rogers, James “Rhodey” Rhodes

Warnings: Arranged marriage au, mpreg, carrier Tony, Obediah is an asshole, Howard Stark’s A+ parenting, Diana is Tony’s biological mother, canon compliant character death, Ignores Infinity war, angst with a happy ending, graphic scenes of a sexual nature, graphic scenes of a violent nature, graphic birth scene.

Chapter one

Chapter two

Chapter three

Chapter four

Chapter five

Chapter six

Chapter seven

Chapter eight

Chapter nine

Chapter ten

Chapter eleven

Chapter twelve

Chapter thirteen

Chapter fourteen

Chapter fifteen

Chapter sixteen

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#ironpanther #arranged marriage #tony stark #t'challa #marvel fanfiction #marvel/dc crossover #mpreg #carrier verse #diana prince

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Dont Leave Me (Holmes/Watson --Ritchie-verse)

(So this isnt really anything, just a little scene I cant get out of my head. Ritchie-verse Holmes/Watson because I love RDJLaw)

(Takes place sometime between the first and second movie?? From Watsons POV because I love the old style of him narrating.)

(I just opened a text box and started writing so it doesnt have my usual editing, please ignore any weird grammar mistakes lol)

(PS– I sort of love this. Its sort of flowery and romantic and I dont usually write in this style, so you know… say nice things)

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“Dont leave me.” 

The words startle me, and I glance up from my reading to cast an eye at the man sprawled in haphazard fashion across his favorite chair. 

“Holmes.” I inquire, curious, for I had assumed the man to be asleep for quite some time now. “Are you speaking to me?” 

Surely he hadnt been speaking to me, such plaintive words muttered in such a sad tone. 

Dont leave me. 

I am aware of course, more than anyone, that behind the caustic words, the razor sharp wit, and general disdain for anything society deemed appropriate– the great detective Holmes is very nearly a broken man, slave to a mind that never slows, an intellect that hungers for more and a heart that loves either not at all, or in a manner that consumes his very soul. 

But with these words– Dont leave me– he sounds as if he is begging. Begging, and yet he sounds as if he has already seen the bleak future when all this begging is for naught, and whatever he had wanted has slipped through his fingers. 

“Are you sleeping?” I try again, to keep my own thoughts from traipsing inevitably down the path that only ever ends in despair- the forbidden ideas that accompany the place of Holmes in my mind and heart and in my darkest hours, I will admit they have taken root in my very soul. 

“Holmes!” My voice is admittedly sharper this time, too much for the situation, but I must attempt to keep myself from– from yearning. From wishing that perhaps this great man cares for me in the way I care for him…

“Don’t leave me.” there they are again, these words that are so distressing in their simplicity, and Holmes sounds exhausted, he sounds washed out and pale, the usual vigor coloring his voice completely lacking, leaving things fragile and thready and in this moment– frightening in their implications. 

“She is lovely.” Holmes continues, and now a hand lifts to pat at his unruly hair, the dark curls in worse disarray than usual, evidence of the depression that has seemed to grip him in its talons these last several weeks. 

“Mary.” he clarifies when I remain silent. “She is lovely, a perfect match for you in temperament, and she brings about a softness in you that I–” a hitching breath, nearly a sob and my fingers tighten on the arm rests to the point of pain as I wait for him to continue. 

“A softness that I– that I will miss in my own life.” a silence, an eternity before he speaks again– 

– “I suppose I should be saving these confessions for your wedding, so I might raise a glass in your honor and blather on about true love, about l'amour vrai, but I have found myself unable to put pen to paper for these sentiments and it is… vexing.” 

“I see.” I answer, all the while not seeing at all, for as always, Holmes is speaking in riddles, turns of phrase that obscure his true intent, and though I should be accustomed to this after so long as colleagues and friends, after his startlingly plain–Dont leave me– I find myself frustrated with his circumlocution, and wish he would speak plainly, as he does when he is deducing, when he is peeling back the layers of a mystery until all is laid bare. 

“My dear Watson.” there is a distinct fondness in his tone now, a warmth that is present only here in our rooms, away from the watchful eyes of society. Perhaps in private moments after he has solved yet another case, when adrenaline is coursing and we are still laughing as if we are quite mad over the brilliance of one Sherlock Holmes, and the inevitable stupidity of a criminal to believe he can escape consequences for whichever heinous crime has been committed. 

It is those moments when I find myself drawn impossibly closer to him, when my errant hands drift towards his body, when my lips purse with the thought to embrace– and he calls me dear Watson as if he would be agreeable to those things I dream about in the dark–

“Dear Watson.” Holmes says again. “As always, you see but you do not observe.” 

“Holmes–” I prepare to argue, as I tend to do, but he waves me off. 

“Tell me, Doctor.” he begins again. “I shall tell you my symptoms and you may diagnose me, hm?” 

“Very well.” I sigh and put my book down. In these interminable few moments since Holmes first spoke, I have not read a single word, though my mind has traveled miles as it dissects every nuance of the sentences we have shared this evening. “Your symptoms.” I prompt and wait with studied patience for him to begin. 

“I have no appetite.” he says shortly and I refrain from commenting, for even on a good day, convincing Holmes to slow down long enough to eat in nigh impossible. 

“I want to stay in the dark.” Quieter now, and I sit up straighter in concern. “To be outside with people, the sunlight– I cannot bring myself to stomach it. I prefer it here in my rooms, shutting the world away.” 

“Continue.” I make a vague motion with my hands, but he is not looking this way, so he does not notice. 

“I find myself lonely, even in the company of others, for I am never in the company of the one I want. Or at least not in the way I long to be. Not with– not with the one I want.” The last word is emphasized, even as it is whispered and naturally I pick up on it. 

“The one you want.” I repeat, and my heart– traitorous thing– beats faster within me. “I– er–.” 

“Mary is lovely.” Holmes sits up now, pins me with that all consuming gaze, staring into my heart and soul and searching–

“She is lovely.” he says yet again, as if repetition will resolve something within him that disagrees. “And yet I think I hate her, for she has come into your life and taken your affection from me. I am not trying to suggest that your for me affection is anything other than perfectly proprietary, Doctor, but I will admit to–” 

Now his eyes shutter, and fall away, he seems to shrink in upon himself, folding further into the chair. “I will admit to hoping, to thinking perhaps you might–” he falls silent, picking at a thread on his trousers.

Then, “Please.” he is begging again, and the word brings me off my own chair, crossing the sitting room until I can kneel before him. 

“Don’t leave me.” his eyes close entirely now, and I cannot keep myself from touching him, my palms on his knees, and it seems unnatural for an innocent touch to burn so hot, but at this moment, I swear it does. 

“I wont leave you.” I wish I had lovely words in this moment, better words, flowery phrases to explain to this man, to this wondrous soul the intensity in which I want– no, need– him, but I only have these four, so I say them again. 

“I wont leave you.” 

I see just the beginnings of that beguiling smile, just a hint of what is surely a full fledged flush in that lovely skin, before his lips are on my own and we are tumbling backwards together, my head hitting the floor with a thump that is ignored in favor of bringing that tempting mouth to my own again and again. 

Holmes is lying entirely against me now, his hands in my hair and the tug and pull at the strands is the most wonderful thing I have ever felt, the novel feel of a mans strength and angles completely different than the feel of a womans curves, and I find that I enjoy it more, now that it is this man in my arms. 

“I need to bathe.” Holmes pulls away to chuckle, and I smile at the mussed hair and joy in his eyes. “But then we should continue–” he leaves the sentence unfinished and leans down to kiss me again, sliding his tongue between my lips in way that is no small hint as to what he wishes to do. 

When he presses against me hesitantly, and I feel the line of his arousal against my thigh, it is the most natural thing in the world to lift myself into him as well, and the gasp that leaves that kiss reddened mouth has me tightening my fingers on his waist, urging him down to me yet again. 

“We have time later.” he whispers, and it is nearly a question, so I nod as best I can to assure him that I want this as badly as he does, if not more so, for I am feeling rather like a man who was not aware he has been starving and now has been handed a feast.

“I wont leave you.” I promise. “Sherlock–” his breath catches when I use his given name. “Sherlock.” I say it once more if only to see him smile again. “I will be here always.” 

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#johnlock #sherlock holmes/john watson #ritchie-verse #rdjude

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One of those tag things

Rules: answer the questions, then tag 20 followers you’d like to get to know...

I was tagged by @thunder-the-wolf who is a super-patient and kind individual who I’m lucky to know!

Nickname: Maiya

Gender: female

Star sign: I think I’m a Capricorn?

Height: 5’3. I think...?

Sexuality: still figuring that out. But i might be leaning towards liking girls?? Not completely sure yet.

Hogwarts house: Hufflepuff. Which I feel like is wrong? But idk

Favorite animals: cats

Favorite color: hmmm.... maybe like a deep red/purple? I forgot what it’s called

Current favorite song: ‘Miracles’ by Coldplay

Favorite idea to get creative with: I mean. I’m not really that creative? So.... moving on

What do you like to do when you’re alone: sleep, browse this hell site, or read fanfiction. Also, sing/play music really loudly

What do you think of your friends: I mean. Irl or online? Cause I love my online friends and could talk to them for hours. Rl ones: can only do that with a select few

Average hours spent sleeping: not enough

Dogs or cats: I mean...Cats?

Number of blankets I sleep with: 1 to 2, but it depends on how cold my room is

Dream job: No Idea

Dream Trip: somewhere that’s sunny and warm and has a beach I can swim in

When I made this account: I have no earthly idea. Time is a construct that doesn’t really exist.

Why I made this account: ummm.... to stalk my favorite authors.

Number of followers: hmm... 48?

I tag @larissaloki, @tsuki-chibi @musingofapoeticsoul @nerdystace @superbatfrostiron @greymantledlady @kaci1ynn @starkstruckus @lunarlooroo @anarchx-kestrel @stuckony-stank @duke-earl-of-kashmir @veronicasummersfelton @firstofmae @alexandra-scribbles @novarain01 @not-close-to-straight @lionheartwithnoking @ashes0909 @sopherfly

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kaci1ynn replied to your post “I finished my Iron Man headband design! It’s huge, really, but I love...”

OMG I'm so impressed!!! Let me know when you learn how to make a hat, I might try to commission you ;) :D That looks so cool! Congrats!!

I’m just saying... knitting!! Very fun!! Hahaha I will let you know. Hats are supposed to be ‘easy.’ You want an IM themed one?? I shall keep it in mind, just saying... 

ayapandagirl replied to your post “I finished my Iron Man headband design! It’s huge, really, but I love...”

Wow! That looks great!

Thank you!! I’m so pleased with it that I’m wearing it around the house right now XD 

#kaci1ynn #ayapandagirl

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kaci1ynn replied to your post: Number 22 - Tony Stark and Bruce Wayne

Love this :)

Thank you!

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Operation: Rescue Playmate (Part 1/2)

Kaci1ynn prompted:  Tony is an alien who crash landed/got lost/was left (by Obi?) on Earth. Tony tries to hide among humans using his advanced tech and abilities. Bucky as WS is sent after alien Tony because Hydra wants his tech. Tony uses his tech to give Bucky back his mind. Fall in love, defeat Hydra (maybe pick up Avengers along the way), the end :) Does Tony decide to stay on earth or does he build a new space ship so he, Bucky, and the Avengers can be space cowboys?

(Special thanks to @summerpipedream, who beta read this fic. You’re amazing and a lifesaver!)

Tony spun down the streetlight onto the crosswalk light. He balanced on the balls of his feet and looked at the hotdog cart below. He licked his lips and swayed his tail as he watched the woman manning the cart hand out the delicious Earthen delicacy in exchange for one of the many forms of Earthen money.

He waited for the moment when the woman was distracted, then looped his tail around the crosswalk light and swung down next to the woman. He inwardly laughed with glee as the woman remained oblivious to his presence.

It wasn’t the daily exhaustion that wore on so many humans, nor was it the monotony of routine that blinded her to Tony’s presence. A titanium-gold device that was simple in design and reminiscent to an Earth wristwatch wrapped around his wrist and performed many tasks for him. The device on his home planet was pronounced “Dummy”, and Tony took great joy in knowing that one of the human languages had a similar sounding word, even if their meaning was vastly different.

One of the many things Dummy could do was make Tony “invisible.” Tony found that ability very useful on Earth. With his purple and blue skin that was covered in a thin sheen of mucus comparable to Earth frogs, Tony stood out like a thinthak among batticore, and that was just his flesh. He had marsupial-like legs that allowed him to leap and climb with ease, and a tail that he used for balance and to grab things.

Tony touched the tongs the woman had put aside as she squirted mustard onto the hotdog for the young man waiting for his food purchase. Once Tony knew that he’d touched the tongs long enough for Dummy to make the tongs invisible to human eyes, he picked them up and used them to pluck two hotdogs from the cart and place them in buns.

The woman’s customer blinked and squinted at the appearance out of two hotdogs suddenly cushioned into two buns. The customer mumbled to himself then looked away.

Happiness and a sense of victory tickled Tony’s insides. He snatched up the two hot dogs then swung himself back onto the crosswalk light. He gobbled them up with voracity—just one hotdog short of what he thought humans would consider “gorging.” He licked his fingers and hummed in delight. His pointed ears wiggled as he sucked the crumbs and juices from his fingertips.

Dummy flashed a yellow light.

Tony and his tail perked up, just as Dummy displayed a human-thumb-sized image a man on a rooftop with the coordinates.

Tony yelped and leaped onto a passing truck just as a bullet zoomed past where he had been standing. Giddiness tickled his belly as he spun around and grinned at the rooftop where the bullet had come from.

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A man dressed in armor and black cattle hide pivoted on the rooftop then ran to its edge. With inhuman strength and speed, he jumped from the rooftop to the next. ��He reached for the goggles on his face as he ran. Tony could only assume that he was adjusting them.

Tony hadn’t gotten his hands on this particular human’s tech yet, but he’d been chased by this human enough to know that his goggles were what gave him the ability to see Tony even when Dummy had invisibility mode activated.

Tony chuckled and swished his tail as he watched the man jump from roof to roof.

The truck slowed as the vehicle approached a red light.

Tony tensed and got ready to leap as the the man adjusted his path—he was going to jump from the roof onto the truck.

Tony waited until the moment the man leaped then threw him on top of a bus and then onto a car turning right at the intersection.

Tony hissed with glee as the human landed and cursed. The human raised his gun to shoot, but Tony and the car had already rounded the corner.

When the human had hunted Tony for the first time an Earth month ago, Tony had been terrified. He had no idea why the human was chasing him, and he did not know the damage capable of the human. In fact, he wasn’t even sure if the man was human. His strength and speed were unnatural, and he could take more damage than the average human. Tony had been terrified that a bounty hunter from another planet had found him and was just disguising itself as human.

Tony knew better now, after getting a blood sample from the man (the human was not at all cautious and constantly injured himself during chases. It had been easy to find a piece of broken glass with the man’s blood after Tony had lost his pursuer). The man was human, but with a serum injected into his DNA that increased his physical prowess.

Once Tony had learned that the man chasing him was from Earth—and Tony had taken a couple a bullet wounds and found the bullets to be a painful nuisance, but nothing truly terrible—he’d taken to liking his little chases with the human. He loved Earth, but it was quite isolating. His only companion was his ship’s AI JARVIS.

JARVIS was great when it came to conversations, and was helpful when Tony was in the mood to engineer something, but when it came to actual play, Tony was by himself. He needed someone to fool around with. Admittedly, the man fascinated with wearing cattle hide was on the dangerous side, but Tony had grown fond of him and liked their game of “cat and mouse,” as humans called it.

Tony launched himself from the car onto the fire escape of a human domicile. He panicked as he almost kicked a woman, who was smoking and reading on one of the escape’s landings, as he swung himself onto the edge of the landing. Once Tony found his balance on the edge of the landing, he took a moment to make sure he hadn’t hit the woman. He was pleased to see she was undisturbed by him.

With glee tickling his insides, Tony jumped to the next landing on the fire escape and faced the street.

It wouldn’t be long before-

The man in cattle hide rolled off the roof of a car that turned down the street. He barely had time to get his proper footing before Tony leaped off of the fire escape and tackled the man.

Tony laughed as the man let out a cry of surprise and hit the ground hard. Tony wiggled and rubbed himself up against the human as his tail snatched up the human’s gun and a knife the human kept sheathed on his hip.

The human shouted something and threw his arms around Tony in a half-flesh/half-metal hug (the human had a prosthetic arm).

Tony had already been fooled by this maneuver once. His friend wasn’t bestowing upon him wondrous affection. His friend was trying to capture him.

Thank goodness for mucus.

Tony chuckled and slipped out of the human’s hold. He sprang off down an ally and jumped over the fence there. Once over the barrier, Tony took a moment to have Dummy scan the gun and knife he’d stolen from his friend.

Tony pouted at the results Dummy’s scan brought up. The gun was not the same quality his friend had before. It was a gun made from a decade ago, and did not have any of the advance tech that some of his playmate’s previous guns had. The knife was well made, but it wasn’t anything special.

Tony huffed. He held the gun in his tail and smashed it against the brick wall of the alley. The gun shattered to pieces. Tony held the knife in his palms and flipped it over as he grumbled to himself.

Something sharp pierced Tony’s neck.

Tony reached for the offending object and pulled out a dart.

Tranquilizer.

It wasn’t the first time his playmate had managed to dart him, and so far the dosage hadn’t been high enough to take him out, but Tony always felt sick afterwards.

His playmate leaped over the fence and tackled him.

Tony flipped onto his back and kicked his playmate into the fence.

His playmate grunted as he hit the fence.

Tony sprang up onto his feet and bolted for freedom. He didn’t know if his playmate had figured out the right dosage needed to knock him out, but Tony wasn’t going to wait and find out. He also didn’t want to be running around the city. The tranquilizer was in his system, and running around would make it spread faster.

Tony picked up his pace. He wanted to go back to his spaceship, but he had it hidden far away. He also didn’t want to risk his playmate finding it, so Tony activated Dummy’s navigational mode. He plotted a course for somewhere secluded but nearby. Someplace where he could wait out the effects of the injection.

Where he ended up was a factory by the docks. Cars drove by the buildings nearby at a peaceful pace, and dockhands shouted instructions as well as casual conversation as they docked ships and unloaded shipments.

Tony eyed the workers with longing as he bounded over to the window of the factory Dummy had selected for him to take shelter in. He wanted to play with the humans at the docks. It was always fun to pick up tools or misplace important objects when humans were working. Some had no reaction to Tony’s games, but the ones that did were always vastly amusing. The number of times Tony had been called a ghost was so high he had stopped keeping track.

With a disappointed heart, Tony climbed through the window. He sneezed when the dust on the floor of the abandon building floated up and filled his nostrils. He wiped his nose with his tail and peered around the building. There were conveyor belts and boxes left on the bottom floor of the factory. As Tony explored the bottom floor, he found a roll of plastic wrap and kicked it around until he grew bored.

He ventured up the stairs to the second floor, where he skidded across the floorboards. He chuckled to himself as he left streaks across the filthy floors. When he grew bored of the second floor he bounced up to the third and looked out the windows. He watched the dock workers and grumbled petulantly.

He should be safe now. The tranquilizer would have affected him by now if it was going to at all. Nonetheless, if he was wrong, or if the dart had contained something other than a tranquilizer, the only person who would be able to help him was himself. He had to be extra cautious.

Depressed to see so many humans whom he could tease, but couldn’t, Tony moved away from the window facing the docks and went to another.

The view wasn’t very impressive. Behind the factory were more factories, some which were still operational, and others which were not. Tony let his gaze drift toward the ground. Surprise smacked into Tony when he spotted tucked away between the factories three black vans and four armed humans guarding them.

Tony cocked his head.

The way the humans were dressed was similar to his playmate.

He wondered why humans were so obsessed with cattle hide.

The humans shifted and their attention went to something ahead of them.

Excitement rushed through Tony. He sprang over to the next window so he could get a better view of what the humans were seeing.

His heart twisted and tore at the sight over his playmate with his head bowed and his hands cuffed as he was escorted by another set of four humans.

Two of the humans guarding the vehicles rushed to the back doors of one of the vans and held them open.

The human closest to Tony’s playmate lifted his rifle and slammed the butt of it into the playmate’s skull.

Tony’s playmate jerked, but held his ground for a second. Slowly, he lifted his foot and marched into the van.

Agitation sent Tony’s tail swishing.

Blood dripped from his playmate’s nose as he lumbered into the open van.

His playmate was tough and he liked to play rough, but this did not look like a game to Tony. Tony knew what captives looked like, and his playmate matched the appearance perfectly.

A creak from the staircase alerted Tony to the presence of someone in the factory with him. Tony snapped his head toward the staircase, but didn’t see anyone. He wasn’t an idiot though.

Tony glanced up to confirm that there were rafters above.

Tony ran a few paces then leaped into the rafters.

Men covered in black and toting weapons similar to Tony’s playmate tiptoed in from the staircase. The floorboards creaked under their boots. One of the men elbowed another. He used hand signals to communicate to his partners.

Tony lay low on the rafters. He watched the men intently as they swept the area. He also kept an eye on the windows. He was glad he had when he witnessed three more men scale the building from the outside.

Tony waited until the humans outside, as well as the ones inside, headed toward the roof.

With caution and care, Tony snuck his way through the rafters and down the stairs to the second floor. There were two humans guarding the staircases, but they were easy to knock out without alerting other humans to his presence. Tony snuck down to the first floor and repeated the process of knocking out the two guards there.

Tony used Dummy to scan the area and pick out the safest path for him to take in his escape.

Tony just made one alteration to Dummy’s escape plan.

Outside, Tony snuck between buildings and took a roundabout route toward the three vans. He dared not get too close to the vehicles, but close enough that he could use one Dummy’s tracking features. Tony ducked behind a dumpster in the alley that gave him a perfect shot at one of the van’s tires.

Tony aimed Dummy at the tire. Tony brought up the projection of Dummy’s keypad and inputted a command. A tracker smaller than a human’s pinkie shot out from Dummy and latched onto the tire.

Success and pride filled Tony. With a silent cheer, Tony dashed out of the alley, only to freeze when he heard the sound of approaching footsteps yet again.

Something was wrong. The humans should not be finding him so easily. It was as if-

Tony inwardly grumbled as he launched himself at the fire escape of another factory then proceeded to jump from building to building until he was confident he’d gained enough distance to do what needed to be done.

Tony pulled up Dummy’s keypad again and had Dummy scan him for tracking devices. Just as he thought, micro trackers had gotten into his system.

Scowling, Tony had Dummy deactivate the trackers as he fled from the docks and the precocious humans.

He was furious at himself for not considering sooner what his playmate had injected him with until then. At the same time, he was relieved and grateful to the part of himself that had had the forethought not to return to his ship right away. He had no idea what he would have done if the humans hunting him had found his ship.

He was scared of what he might have had to do if that had happened. He couldn’t let the humans have his ship. He’d have to fight for it, and he might not be able to knock the humans unconscious if it were a fight for his home.

With that thought in mind, Tony did not return to his ship that night. He found a motel, and when the human at the front desk wasn’t looking, he blocked out a room for himself and created a card key for the room. Throughout the night he had Dummy scan him for more trackers. When morning came and the humans hadn’t come for him again and Dummy continued to not find any trackers, Tony journeyed back to his ship.

His ship sat on the edge of a field connected to a park in the suburbs. The ship was cloaked to avoid drawing unwanted attention. Human children and their parents played on the slides and swings nearby and occasionally ventured close to the ship. Thanks to a low frequency that humans picked up on, but could not consciously hear, humans stayed away from his ship. Every now and then, a dog would come to the park and bark at the ship from afar, but once they realized that their bark would not stop the sound, the dogs would ignore it.

Tony wished he could feed and play with the dogs like humans do, but he had learned after the first and only dog that he had done that with that it encouraged the dog to approach his home. That in it of itself wasn’t bad; however, when it led to the dog’s humans approaching the ship too, Tony realized he couldn’t take the risk.

With a wistful and tired sigh, Tony bounded over to the round ship and waited for JARVIS to scan him. With a hiss, the door to Tony’s ship open and he hopped inside.

“Good afternoon, Sir. I hope you are well. Another twenty-four hours and I would have gone into Lost Child mode.”

Tony waddled over to the cockpit despite his bed calling for him. Tony plopped into the oval and plush chair and curled into a ball. He wrapped his tail around his body and closed his eyes. “I Should change the name of that.” He breathed deep then opened his eyes. “JARVIS, I planted a tracker on a vehicle yesterday. What do you have on it?”

“One moment, Sir.” The dashboard of the cockpit lit up as JARVIS went to work. Dummy lit up on Tony’s wrist, and Tony knew JARVIS was accessing information on the tracking device from Dummy. “By the way, Sir, might I recommend charging Dummy before you go out again?”

“Will do, JARVIS.”

Projected images popped up above the dashboard. There was an image of a map, and beside it images of different locations where the vehicle had stopped. Tony had JARVIS create a timeline with them. He was intrigued to see that the van had taken a rather circuitous route. “Have any video, JARVIS?”

“I do, although I believe you will find most of it boring. Unless you find humans relieving themselves or eating of interest.”

“Depends on the day of the week. You’d be fascinated to see the things humans eat, and the way they go about eating, I’m sure.”

“If you say so, Sir,” exasperation filled JARVIS’ tone.

Tony hissed gleefully. “So what kind of video do you have of interest for me?”

“Their current destination, Sir.” JARVIS’ projections shrank and rose above Tony’s head, while a video of outside a building that was tall enough it stretched beyond the camera played. Passersby moved about in a rush as the vans drove past.

JARVIS cut the scene to a clip of the vans parked at what had to be the back of the skyscraper.

The drivers of the vans one by one stepped out from the vehicles and went around to the back of one of the vans. One of the drivers rapped his knuckles against the van’s back doors, then opened them. Two men with guns cautiously exited the vehicle. Once they checked the perimeter, they turned the guns on the people inside.

Tony’s playmate lumbered out of the back, sans parts of his gear, with another set of guards aiming guns at his head.

At first, it appeared he was being escorted to the back door, but he walked a few steps passed it and stood in front of the wall. One of the drivers ran their fingers over the wall until a door slid open. Tony’s playmate and the guards entered through the secret door.

The feed cut off.

Tony sat up straight and knocked his tail through the air. “That’s it?”

“I’m not done breaking the facilities’ encryption, Sir. It’s quite advanced. I’d almost say I’m dealing with another AI. As soon as I decrypt one of the firewalls, the previous one re-encrypts itself.”

Tony frowned. “Can you crack their systems then?”

“Sir. I’m insulted you would ask. As we speak, I am almost—correction: I am done.”

A new video appeared, seemingly taking place right after Tony’s playmate and the guards had stepped into the facility. Tony’s playmate stood in the center of the elevator with the guards ringed around him and aiming their weapons. The elevator doors opened and Tony’s playmate and the guards marched out.

Tony cocked his head. His playmate was being taken through a dark hall filled with pipes. Thin pipes covered the ceiling, and large ones that Tony could squeeze himself into created the walls for the narrow hallway. The camera angle shifted, and the hallway became an equally dark room with crates and a few people sifting through the crate’s contents.

The footage kept changing as JARVIS took Tony from one camera view to the next. In one scene, his playmate was walked past a vicious match between two humans who were bleeding profusely. One of whom had lost her hand.

Tony cringed.

His playmate was taken to a room full of lab equipment. At the center of the room was a chair unlike one Tony had seen on Earth before. It had the wear of age and was hooked up to several devices that looked ominous. In particular was the looming vise above the chair that waited to grab its victims’ heads and crush them.

Tony suspected the vise did more than crush the victims’ heads. The monitors surrounding the chair suggested that whoever was put in it was a test subject.

It was subtle, but Tony’s playmate tensed at the sight of the chair.

Tony’s stomach churned as he waited to see what would happen.

There were a few men and women in lab coats. Two of whom were going over monitor readings. Their faces were concealed by face masks and, for one of them, a pair of goggles. The one who went without eye protection wore in its place glasses. The man with glasses nodded and said something to the other scientist. He then stepped away from his companion.

He approached Tony’s playmate, and as he did so, he removed his face mask to reveal a toothy grin. The man’s face was lined with age and his hair was a bright hue with white ends peeking out along the edges of his hair. He was dressed in what Tony understood to be human business attire, and he even looked friendly from what he had learned about humans.

He spoke as he circled Tony’s playmate.

A gun appeared in the man’s hand, Tony only had a moment to wonder if JARVIS had edited the footage before he watched as his playmate took a bullet to the chest.

His playmate staggered and the man with glasses smashed the butt of his gun into the playmate’s head.

The guards surrounding Tony’s playmate seized Tony’s playmate by the hair and shoved him into the chair.

What followed was horrifying. The vise clamped onto the playmate’s head as scientists rushed forward to strap the playmate in. Once their task was complete, the scientists and the guards backed away.

Tony’s playmate convulsed as electricity plowed through his being. His jaw clenched, and even though Tony had no audio, he felt his playmate’s screams in his core. His playmate’s fingers curled into the arm of the chair as volts surged through his his body.

“Shut it off!” Tony swiped his tail through the projection as JARVIS made it disappear.

Tony curled into a ball and covered his head.

He shouldn’t get involved in human affairs. Especially when the humans he’d be getting involved with had been hunting him down for months now.

His playmate though…

Except his playmate wasn’t really his friend. They’d never spoken to each other, unless one counted the taunts Tony threw at his playmate. Nonetheless, he had grown to care for the human, and even if he had not, he knew what the moral thing to do was.

He was already such a coward for hiding on Earth. Must he make himself even more cowardly by leaving someone to be tortured?

Tony knew his answer.

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Cling - Chapter 2

My teeth are rotting oh my god. More clingy baby Peter with good dad Tony featuring Papa Steve! I tagged everyone it would let me, sorry if I missed anybody! (Ps. I’ve seen this happen to parents and it’s hilarious.)

Chapter 1

Steve was standing at the sink rinsing the dishes from breakfast, Peter happily humming away in his high chair eating chopped up bananas and strawberries.

He was just putting the last of the plates onto the drying rack when he heard someone walk into the kitchen.

"Hi, Daddy!" Peter's cheery voice rang out.

Steve turned around in time to see Tony smile and wander over to Peter in his high chair.

"Hi, Petey-Pie!"

Steve and Peter hadn't gotten to see Tony yet today as he had to get up earlier for a morning meeting with the board. He had apparently gotten back awhile ago and had taken the time to change out of his usual three-piece Tom Ford and into an old pair of jeans and a faded t-shirt.

Peter smiled up at Tony from his chair, waving around a handful of mashed fruit.

"Daddy, look! Nanna!"

"You got a banana with your breakfast?" Tony sat down in the chair next to Peter's, smiling his thanks at Steve when he set a cup of coffee down next to him. "Looks like you got some strawberries too."

Peter nodded, squeezing the fruit in his hands and mashing it even more. He moved to put it in his mouth before he stopped, glanced at Tony - who was watching him with a small smile - and offered his hand to him.

"Wanna nanna?"

"No baby, you eat your banana," Tony said, leaning forward to brush Peter's hair back from his forehead. Peter leaned into the touch before going back to eating the mess in his hands.

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"We're gonna need to get his hair cut soon," Tony murmured.

"Yeah, we can take him somewhere," Steve said, wiping down the kitchen table. "Actually, Tasha would probably do it if you asked."

"Probably." Tony turned to Steve. "How was your morning?"

"Good," Steve said with a smile. "Went to the gym to train with Bucky for a bit before Peter woke up. Then we came up here and made breakfast for everybody. You just missed them; Clint and Natasha had to go to SHIELD for a mission defending, Bucky went to do something with Sam, and Bruce had to go back to his lab."

"Thor still in Asgard?"

"Until Tuesday, at least." Steve sighed, looking around the kitchen. "You eat yet? I can make you something."

"No, they had some food at the meeting, I'm ok." Tony smiled up at his husband.

"Papa, I done," Peter said suddenly, messy hands raised towards Steve. Tony had to hold back a laugh.

It seemed Peter had gotten more banana on his face than actually in his mouth, along with some strawberry juice on top of it and on his hands.

"You are a mess," Steve laughed, grabbing a washcloth and wiping down Peter's hands and face. Peter made a face and tried to pull away, but Steve just grabbed his chin to keep him straight.

Steve lifted the dirty tray from the chair to go put it in the sink and wipe it down. Peter turned towards Tony with his arms raised.

"Up?"

Tony smiled, putting down his empty coffee cup to get up and pull Peter out of his chair. Once he had him in his arms, Peter put his head down on Tony's shoulder, his hand clenching the front of his shirt. Tony kissed his forehead.

"What are you going to do today?"

"I have some work I gotta do in the shop," Tony said, bouncing Peter a little.

"Ok," Steve said, grabbing a towel to dry off the high chair tray. "I don't have anything today so I guess me and Peter will keep busy until you're done."

After Steve had dried the chair's tray and reattached it, he walked over to Tony and leaned forward to finally give Tony a good morning kiss. His face was just inches from Tony's when he felt a small, slightly sticky hand push back on his face.

"No!"

Steve pulled back, grimacing as he wiped the stickiness off of his face. He looked back over at Peter, who had both arms wrapped tightly around Tony's neck, face pressed against Tony's cheek, glaring – as much as a two-year-old could glare – at Steve.

"Petey-Pie, what are you doing?" Tony's face held confusion but his voice sounded amused.

"My daddy," Peter said firmly, arms wrapping tighter around Tony's neck.

"Am I not allowed to kiss daddy?" Steve asked, an amused smile spreading across his face.

"No," Peter said again, his voice coming out in a bit of a whine now. He stuck his lower lip out in a pout, but his grip on Tony had loosened a bit. "My daddy. No kiss."

"Well, if I can't kiss Daddy," Steve said, "can I kiss you?"

Peter seemed to think about it quite seriously for a moment before nodding, sticking his cheek out in Steve's direction for a kiss.

"Oh, you are so spoiled," Tony said with a chuckle.

Steve planted a loud, wet kiss on Peter's cheek, blowing a raspberry that made the little boy squirm and giggle in Tony's arms.

While Peter was distracted, Steve moved quickly to the left, trying one more time to sneak past Peter to kiss Tony.

"NO!"

Peter tucking his arms back around Tony's neck, lightly hitting Steve on the nose and squeezing so tightly Tony made a slight choking noise.

"Ok, ok, no kisses." Peter's voice had sounded more distressed that time and Steve figured it was better to let it go and stop teasing before Peter headed to a meltdown.

"What has gotten into you, kiddo?" Tony looked at Peter concerned, rubbing a hand up and down Peters back. Peter didn't say anything, just buried his face in Tony's neck instead.

Tony threw a confused look at Steve but Steve just shrugged.

"Ok baby, you're gonna have to go with Papa now because I have to go get some work done in the lab, ok?"

"Wanna stay you," Peter's disappointed voiced murmured into Tony's neck. He didn't even pick up his head.

Steve felt his heart twinge at how sad his baby looked.

"You can stay with me," Tony said, resigned. At this point, he knew saying no could very well lead to a crying spell from the boy. "Do you want to play with Dum-E?"

Peter nodded, arms still around Tony, head still buried in Tony's neck.

Tony shot Steve a "what the hell just happened" look as he turned and walked out of the room, hand still rubbing soothing circles into Peter's back.

Steve stood bemused for a moment before shrugging and turning back to finish cleaning the kitchen.

After living with the Avengers for nearly eight years he was used to strange mood swings.

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