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the disregarded

Peter Parker (now Peter Stark) meets Julia Cornwall, the daughter of his adoptive father's business associate, at a STEM summer program. This is their story.

warnings: angst, language, implied/referenced child neglect

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The car was quiet, as usual. Peter’s life since Doctor Strange wiped his memory off the face of the multiverse had been relatively quiet anyway. After losing May and his friends, Peter had gone to the only person he could imagine would be able to help him. That person was Mr. Stark.

To put it mildly, Tony was confused when the boy he couldn’t remember in his framed family photos suddenly showed up battered and blue after losing everyone he’d ever loved in the battle of his life. If it weren’t for the photos of Peter in his family home and all of Friday’s backup files on the kid, he would’ve had him taken away. Because of this, their relationship wasn’t like it used to be. Despite how close they’d become before the snap, Tony wasn’t all that thrilled to have Peter back.

Peter wasn’t like Tony’s son, which he legally was now. Legally, he was now Peter Anthony Stark and enrolled to begin studying at Columbia University in the fall. Just in the few months that he’d been with the Starks, Peter knew no one in the home could wait for the time that he left much longer. Pepper still acted like a stranger around him, and he could not fault her so he tried not to. Because of this, Tony often gave him the cold shoulder as well. No more lab time or hanging out watching movies, and definitely no more late-night heart-to-hearts. Given she was only seven, it made sense that Morgan treated Peter as entirely influenced by how her parents did. She adamantly refused to be left alone with him and hated being forced to interact or share her parents’ attention with him. It was almost as if Peter were invisible most days. If not for Friday’s monitoring and constant reminders, he’s not sure he’d even be fed or supervised regularly.

It was obvious that Peter wasn’t someone or something that occupied much, if any, of Tony and Pepper’s minds at any given moment. Pretty much all of their attention was dedicated to Morgan, their actual child. Peter almost couldn’t blame them. To them, he was just a random teenager who showed up at their door and begged to be let into their family. It was only fair that he felt separated from them, he supposed.

They ate meals together but Peter wasn’t encouraged to speak up and engage with the family. In fact, he was quite discouraged every day by their empty replies or all the times they just flat-out ignored him. Despite being a teenager, Peter needed a lot of maintenance when it came to his mental health and well-being. Tony used to be a big part of his everyday wellness, but now he’s a stranger. Pepper had passively offered to take him to a therapist one evening after dinner when he’d felt too anxious to eat after a long day riddled with panic attacks. He’d thought about accepting her offer, but he knew it was just to get him off her plate of responsibilities for the time being.

Like today, Tony was taking him to a STEM day program at Stark Industries held in the city. It was the summer between high school and college and instead of trying to bond with their newly adopted child, the Starks needed him occupied and out of the house as much as possible. Morgan was also home for the summer and required a lot of their time and attention, so they opted to send their more independent child away for the majority of the summer. Luckily, he’d be coming home every night and even got most weekends off. All he wanted to do these days was sleep, anyway.

Peter sighed and put away his phone and headphones once the Audi pulled to a stop. Tony had mentioned that a friend had a daughter who’d also been snapped and was Peter’s age. She apparently had been living with her mother since the snap’s reversal, but had to move in with her dad recently and would be at the program with him. It wasn’t like Peter had particularly cared about this girl or her life story, he was mildly annoyed that his supposed father cared more about her than him. His lip was curled in a scowl momentarily as Tony led him from the car to the building.

“Her name’s Jessica or something,” Tony said without looking at him, as usual, “She got into Columbia but chose NYU for whatever reason. Her dad isn’t a zillionaire or anything, but the kid’s gotta have a trust fund. Why pass up a spot at a private college?”

“Maybe NYU was better for another reason,” Peter shrugged, half-listening as he followed his adoptive father, “Maybe her extracurriculars had something to do with it.” “Whatever,” Tony scoffed, making Peter shrink onto his shoulders, “Her father is on the board, though. So we, as Starks, have to do right by them. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir,” Peter nodded, paying no mind to the way his father nearly flinched at his hollow reply considering the elder Stark just sniffed and looked away again.

He knew Tony used to worry about being like Howard around him, but now he had no attachment and thus, no care. Neither of them said anything as Tony escorted Peter into a conference room where two people sat silently. Peter’s eyes only flicked over them briefly before he started to focus on the pattern of the carpet beneath their feet. Tony immediately grabbed the attention of the two. One of them was an older male, probably Tony’s age. He was grossly pale and balding severely, his ill-fitting suit failing to hide his potbelly.

“Tony,” the man greeted as he stood, sticking a hand out, “Nice to see you again. How’s the family?” “Walter,” Tony smiled, shaking the man’s hand as the young girl accompanying him scrambled to her feet and straightened out her heather grey skirt, “The girls are great. Morgan’s growing like a weed and Pepper keeps me in check. They get more beautiful by the day.”

“Wonderful,” Walter chuckled loudly, “My son Jackson is about Morgan’s age, I reckon. He’s seven. That boy and his Ma are the best thing to ever happen to me.”

Peter’s eye caught the girl’s, and they instantly locked eyes in surprise. It was as if neither teenager expected their fathers to be so blatant about their preference for their youngest children and their dismissal of their eldest, especially not in front of them. After a moment of consolation knowing he wasn’t alone in feeling their comments were a little cold, he was floored by how cute this girl was. Her strawberry blonde hair fell over her shy wide eyes which were magnified by her thick-framed glasses and her pretty pink lips curled into a nervous grin. His own eyes widened at the sight of her and he held his hand out as his ears registered the sound of his adoptive father’s voice and felt a firm hand on his shoulder.

“This is Pete,” Tony said as he gestured to the teen, “Pete, this is the lovely Julia. She’s Mr. Cornwall’s daughter.”

“H-Hi, I-I-I’m Peter,” Peter stammered out as he took Julia’s soft hand in his calloused one, “It’s nice to meet you.”

“Julia,” the redhead nodded shortly before taking her hand back, her voice small, “You too.”

“Peter’s going to Columbia, Julia,” Walter said haughtily with his hands on his hips, “If you had chosen the better school, you would’ve already had a friend there.”

Peter wanted to say something when Julia shrunk back into herself, her lips now curled into a small frown. He’d known firsthand how it felt, not stacking up to your parent’s hopes and expectations for you. How disappointing that was.

“NYU’s a good school,” he blurted out, “And if you’re good enough for Columbia, then you’ll do great at NYU.”

The eye roll from Walter was worth the shy and grateful smile Julia sent his way, making his heart flutter. Peter wanted to be upset that he was attracted to this girl whom he was forced to befriend, he felt like he was betraying Michelle somehow. He had already gone back on his promise to her and had to continue to stay away from her for her safety… So maybe it didn’t matter.

“Something tells me you two will get along just fine,” Tony said with a forced smile, clearly aching to leave, “Pete’s a nice guy who can help Julie out of her shell.”

“My name is Julia,” Julia corrected under her breath, only loud enough for Peter to bother to acknowledge.

“C’mon, Julia,” Peter said with a nod toward the door, “We have a few minutes before we have to show up. We can walk up together.”

“O-Okay,” Julia nodded, tightening her grip on the black kitty cat-themed backpack on her shoulders before turning to the two older men, “Goodbye, Mr. Stark. It was a pleasure meeting you.”

“You as well, little red,” Tony replied with his signature press smile, “Try and keep this one out of trouble, will ya?”

“He better stay out of trouble around my daughter,” Walter piped up with a glare, “Your boy better be more reasonably behaved than you were at that age, Stark.”

“I can assure you, he is,” Tony returned with a dismissive wave, “Peter’s the most responsible and respectful teenage boy alive. Jules is in safe hands.”

“Those hands better be kept to themselves,” Walter reiterated, staring daggers at Peter who nodded with a nervous smile.

“You have my word, Mr. Cornwall,” he promised.

“Dad,” Julia groaned with a roll of her enchanting blue eyes, “Lay off, I’ll be fine. Peter seems cool.”

“Cool,” Walter scoffed, “Yeah, whatever.”

“Alright… Bye!” Peter called out suddenly with a wave, scampering out of the conference room with Julia following quickly behind.

The two snickered once the door slammed shut, leaving their dads behind.

“I hope I didn’t come off as weird in there,” Peter blurted out, rubbing his hands together nervously, “It was just kind of awkward…”

“You’re telling me,” Julia blew out a breath, brushing some warm honey hair out of her eyes, “I hardly talk to my dad, let alone his business associates. Plus, your dad is kind of intimidating.”

“I know what you mean,” he smiled sadly, “He’s kind of the most famous person in the universe, people worship him on some planets.”

“Really?” Julia asked, dumbfounded as she stopped in her tracks and pulled Peter to a stop.

He floundered for a second before nervously chuckling.

“I-I don’t know,” he shrugged, “I don’t know what I’m saying, I’m just being stupid.”

“Oh,” she frowned, looking away and continuing their walk toward the meeting room for the STEM program, “Sorry.”

“Don’t be,” Peter shook his head and rubbed his sweating palms against his shorts, “Uh, my- my dad said you just moved here?”

“Oh, yeah,” Julia nodded, her arms crossed over her chest, “I lived with my mom in California, but she, uh, she got sick so I’m staying with my dad and his family now.”

“His family?”

“Y-Yeah,” she continued, “They got divorced when I was little. He left for someone half his age and now they have a little boy together. He was born right after I got dusted.”

“Oh,” Peter looked on with bright eyes, “My little sister was born while I was dusted. Although, I wasn’t a Stark yet so… I’m not sure it’s the same.”

“Oh yeah?” Julia asked, turning to him, “What’s your story, then?”

“Adopted,” Peter shrugged, “I was an orphan when I met Mr. Stark and now I have no living family, so he took me in. Made me a Stark, changed my name and everything.”

“Who were you before?”

“What do you mean?” he paled, stopping in his tracks.

“Your name,” Julia giggled, making his heart race, “Before it was Stark… What was it?”

“Parker,” he exhaled with a smile, “I was the last living Parker.”

“You still are,” she pouted, poking his chest, “You’re still standing, dude. Blood in, blood out. You’re a Parker for life.”

“You make it sound like a gang,” Peter chuckled and she giggled again, “But, yeah. I suppose you’re right.”

“All the Parkers are alive through you,” Julia said with a smile, “Your parents and grandparents, aunts and uncles, if you had ‘em.”

“I did,” he nodded with a fond smile, “I grew up with my aunt and uncle, they were the best.”

“I can’t even imagine,” she exhaled, “I miss my mom so much it hurts and she’s still alive. I don’t even want to think about-”

“Then don’t,” Peter suggested with a kind smile despite the knot in his throat, “Just be happy you have her while you do.”

“I am,” she nodded with a small smile, “I keep a piece of her with me all the time, I just wish I could see her.”

“I know what you mean,” he replied.

“What’s having a little sister like?” Julia asked in an attempt to change the subject, which he was grateful for, “I’ve always wanted one.”

“Oh,” Peter looked at her for a moment before looking down at his brand new sneakers, he was still getting used to having access to Tony’s wealth, “She-She’s cool, I guess. She’s almost seven and definitely hates me so we don’t really interact much.”

“Hates you?” she frowned before her face morphed into a sad and understanding smile, “I think I know what you mean. Jax is seven and getting him to acknowledge I even exist is like pulling teeth.”

“Exactly,” Peter exhaled, feeling a wave of relief the more he learned about Julia, knowing someone felt the way he did, “She’s great, she just… doesn’t care that I’m her brother now. I’m like a stranger to her.”

“Don’t you hate that?” Julia mused with a half-scowl, “Being treated like a stranger in your own home.”

“You have no idea,” he chuckled.

The two teens continued to chat throughout the day, immediately being drawn to the feeling of belonging. Peter thought it was adorable how much Julia struggled to maintain eye contact despite how often he caught her looking at him, making them both look away blushing. He was pumped to have so much in common with such a cute girl, like their feeling of isolation at home, their lack of friends, and their love for science fiction. They were luckily allowed to talk amongst one another throughout the entirety of the day program, given Peter was the son of the owner of the building they were operating in. Julia was sweet, even once she was out of her shell a bit. She wasn’t brash or cutting, just soft and pleasant. Peter could tell there was more on her mind that she wanted to say at times, and he was excited to get to know her better.

It was at the end of the day program and the two waited for Tony to pick them up in front of the private entrance where they’d been dropped off. Peter watched on as Julia doodled away in a notebook she kept in her bag, only half-interested in the phone screen that he lazily scrolled through. Mr. Cornwall had organized for Mrs. Cornwall to pick Julia up from the day program, but the latter suddenly had a hair appointment that could not be missed. So, Tony offered to pick Julia up and take her home on his way back to the lake house. She lived in the city but it wasn’t out of the way by any means, so Mr. Cornwall took the offer immediately. Peter felt bad for Julia, he just couldn’t place why. What he knew for sure was that he was mesmerized by how the late afternoon sun illuminated her hair.

“Is your dad normally late?” Julia asked without looking up from where she was cross-hatching a sketch of a cat in her notes, “Or should you be worried?”

“No, it’s normal,” Peter sighed, putting his phone in his pocket, “Sorry, he probably got distracted. My sister takes up a lot of his attention.”

“Don’t sweat it,” Julia shrugged, still sketching, “My dad’s the same, I just like to worry.”

“You don’t have to be home by a certain time, do you?”

“Definitely not,” she scoffed, “I don’t even think they’d notice if I never came home.”

“I’m sure someone would,” Peter pacified, knocking his shoulder against hers, “They take you for granted now, but they’d miss you if anything happened.”

“How do you know?” she asked skeptically as she looked up at him, pushing her glasses in.

“I know I would,” he shrugged before looking up at the sound of a car pulling up. He didn’t notice Julia’s eyes lingering on him when his father rolled the window down.

“What the hell are you doing out here?” He barked out angrily, “I told you to wait inside, Peter. It’s not safe out here.”

“We’re fine,” Peter shook his head, standing up from where they sat on the staircase, and held a hand out to Julia to help her, “C’mon, let’s go before he has a heart attack.”

Julia smiled and took his hand, allowing him to hoist her up, trying desperately to smother the feeling of electricity when they touched. Her smile only widened when he opened the back door for her and gestured for her to get in despite the stinging coolness that came from him dropping her hand. She knew he was being respectful, she just ached for his touch. It had been considered that maybe she just ached for touch in general, but only briefly.

Peter slid into the back seat after her, slamming the door and buckling up. Julia was grateful for the subtle thought of not leaving her alone in the back, her smile still wide. She set her backpack down by her feet and buckled her seat belt as well. Tony looked at the two in the rearview mirror before giving his adopted son a curious look. The younger Stark just glared despite the blush dusting his cheeks, to which Tony winked.

“How was the first day, kiddos?” Tony asked with a knowing smile.

“Fine,” The two murmured at the same time, eliciting a giggle out of Julia and making her hand cover her mouth.

”It was cool, Mr. Stark,” Peter shrugged, “They talked about some of the projects we’ll be doing this summer, it all sounded interesting.”

“That’s great,” Tony nodded as he pulled out of the parking lot, “And it seems the two of you have been getting along well?”

“Yeah, Julia’s pretty cool,” Peter said, looking out the window with his chin resting in his palm, “And she has a brother Morgan’s age, they should be friends.”

“Boys have cooties,” Tony glared a moment before looking back to the road, “But, maybe the Cornwalls would be interested in coming to the lake house sometime this summer? We’re fantastic hosts.”

“You guys have a lake house?” Julia asked with eyes wide with excitement, “Do you swim in it?”

“Yeah, the water is beautiful this time of year,” Tony boasted, “You think that’s something you can get your old man on board with?”

“I don’t know if I could,” Julia shrugged, suddenly self-conscious as she looked at her lap, “Jackson definitely could, though. He loves to swim.”

“Then we’ll have to talk to him,” Tony suggested simply, “We’d love to have you over, Julie.”

“Her name’s Julia, Mr. Stark,” Peter corrected, returning the small smile Julia sent him.

“Right,” Tony replied lamely, “Julia, of course.”

The ride to Julia’s apartment building was short and the two passed the time as Tony drove in silence by having a thumb war, stifling their giggles as Peter pretended to struggle to pin her thumb down. Something about Julia made him feel like a kid again, unabashedly content. Peter tried to not blush at the way her small delicate hand felt in his, he was officially smitten.

“No fair,” Julia whispered with a pout, making him snicker, “You have much bigger hands.”

“Not that much bigger,” he defended and held his open hand out to her to compare with.

Julia fought a grin as she held her hand flat against his, also fighting a blush at how his hand dwarfed hers in comparison. Peter’s goofy grin made her giggle and the two were too busy hiding their blushes from one another to notice Tony watching them in the rearview mirror. Luckily, they arrived before he felt the need to say anything.

“I can walk her up, Mr. Stark,” Peter offered, already unbuckling his seatbelt with a hand on his door handle.

“We’ll both go up, Pete,” Tony replied as he parked, “It’s the responsible thing to do.”

“Right,” Peter nodded with a tight smile before exiting the car and taking his head start advantage, given Julia was scrambling to put her sketchbook and pens back into her bag, to open her door for her.

Julia smiled and squeaked out a small thanks before exiting the car. Peter’s eyes caught his father’s and he cleared his throat nervously, shutting the door and following behind Julia. The two teens walked side-by-side, mindlessly chatting about some of the people they’d seen at the day program. They’d stuck to each other like glue the entire day, almost refusing to interact with anyone but the other. However, being the quiet ones that they were, the two made plenty of observations in their time there. Tony wasn’t listening, he was preoccupied with answering Pepper’s wall of text messages as he followed.

“You should ask your dad about coming over to the lake house,” Peter suggested after a lull in conversation with his hands in his pockets as they stepped into the elevator, “Morgan loves having company… and swimming.”

“I’ll see if I can get his attention,” Julia replied with a huff despite her small grin, “Like I said, we might have to get my brother on board first.”

“Well, maybe my dad can say something,” he shrugged before looking toward his adoptive father, “Right?”

“Sure, kid,” Tony replied without looking up from his phone, “I’m on it.”

“Right,” the younger male sighed, looking back at Julia with an apologetic grin, “Either way, it’d be cool to hang out. Other than at SI, at least.”

“Yeah,” Julia agreed with a nod, crossing her arms over her chest as she wrapped them around herself comfortingly, “M-Maybe.”

Peter watched her for a moment, trying to figure her out. There was something different about Julia… He just couldn’t place it. All he knew was that he was drawn to her like he’d never felt before. It was like a magnetic force enticing him to get closer and closer to his new friend. He at least hoped they were friends.

“If not,” Peter blew out a breath, “That’s fine too. I just thought we could be friends.”

“No,” Julia shook her head with wide eyes, suddenly tense, “No, I mean, yes. Yes, we can be friends. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that, I just-”

“I’m just messing with you,” he soothed with a hand on her elbow, cutting off her panic, “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable either. I was just kidding, I promise.”

“You don’t make me uncomfortable,” she promised with a deliberative face as her eyes met his, “Not at all.”

“Good,” Peter cleared his throat after a beat of silence, “I’m hap-happy to hear that.”

All Peter could do was curse under his breath at how lame he was being in front of such a cute girl just as the elevator rolled to a stop and dinged. The doors slid open and Julia led both Starks to her apartment, rummaging through her backpack for her keys. He really hoped Mr. Cornwall wasn’t home, he wasn’t sure he could handle him right now. Peter was already getting more and more discouraged and he really didn't want to strike out with Julia on the first day of what would be the longest summer of his life.

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invisibleicewands · 11 months

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Michael Sheen: ‘I find it very hard to accept actors playing Welsh characters when they aren’t Welsh’

Has he taken the concept of authentic casting to a whole new level? Ahead of his latest BBC drama Best Interests, the star explains all

Michael Sheen has had it with the Prince of Wales. Not the man, but the title. “I think it’s ridiculous,” he says. “It’s just silly. I see no reason why the title should continue. Certainly not with someone who’s not Welsh.”

“That’s not the majority view,” he adds, with resignation. “So, whatever the majority of people want, I’m sure will continue.”

The star of Frost/Nixon and proud son of Port Talbot is chatting via video from a bucolic spot close to his hometown (a deer has just wandered into view), but even at a distance, it’s not hard to see that Sheen is a man ofstrong convictions.

He has spoken in the past about the opportunity to retire the title after the death of Elizabeth II, as a gesture to “put some of the wrongs of the past right”. In 2020, he returned the OBE he was “honoured” to have received in 2009 when he felt it would make him a hypocrite to give a lecture about how the English king Edward I “put a stranglehold on Wales” at the turn of the 14th century.

When we chat, he’s about to begin shooting his TV directing debut The Way – co-created with playwright James Graham and documentary-maker Adam Curtis, about a family caught in a civil uprising, set in and around Port Talbot. The BBC project is the first from the production company that he set up with Sherlock producer Bethan Jones to focus on telling Welsh stories because, “You can shout about how bad it is, but if you want to see something be different then do it, you know?”

The 54-year-old is one of the actors of his generation, a stage star in his twenties (The Telegraph’s Charles Spencer called him “outrageously charismatic”) who went on to create unforgettable screen portraits of Tony Blair (The Queen, The Deal), Chris Tarrant (Quiz) and Brian Clough (The Damned United), alongside his David Frost in Peter Morgan’s play and film about the 1977 interviews that brought down the US president. Recently, Sheen has gained a whole new tranche of fans playing a very arch angel opposite David Tennant’s insouciant demon in Amazon’s Good Omens – not technically gay characters according to the Terry Pratchett-Neil Gaiman source novel, but seemingly in love.

Tennant and he have a natural chemistry on and off screen, Sheen says, adding that “he stops me being too grumpy”. He is a little on the grumpy side. In one exchange, in which I suggest he is a supporter of Welsh independence, he responds hotly: “Show me where it says that. I don’t believe I’ve ever said that.” Sam Mendes compared Sheen to fellow Welsh stars Anthony Hopkins and Richard Burton – “fiery, mercurial, unpredictable”.

But he shares a warm screen chemistry with Sharon Horgan in Jack Thorne’s moving new four-part drama Best Interests. They play the parents of a child with cerebral palsy, the adorable Marnie (played by Dublin actor Niamh Moriarty), who suffers a seizure that leaves her without brain function. The couple find themselves on opposite sides of an unbearable decision: whether or not to switch off their daughter’s life support. Very few will make it through the drama without tears, but the issues it raises will be familiar to all who have followed recent legal battles over 12-year-old Archie Battersbee and baby Alfie Evans.

Best Interests is “heartbreaking” at times, he admits, which makes the humour that he and Horgan bring to it all the more important. They hadn’t worked together before. “That relationship had to do a lot of heavy lifting. Sharon and I didn’t know each other very well … but straight from the off, we had a very similar sense of humour and made each other laugh.” Moriarty’s is a break-out performance – one scene involving make-up beautifully captures the parent-child relationship. She has cerebral palsy that affects her legs, a condition called spastic diplegia, but she’s not the only disabled actor in the piece.

Bafta-winner Lenny Rush, 14, who in real-life has a condition that affects his growth, is brilliant as George, who sets his cap at Marnie. Mat Fraser, who plays a legal advocate in Best Interests and portrayed Shakespeare’s Richard III in 2017, has a thalidomide impairment, which likely gave him an insight into Richard’s sense of “my deformity”.

Thorne, who experienced a chronic medical condition in his twenties, has said in the past that disabled people have been “utterly and totally” failed by the TV industry. In Best Interests, one parent of a child with a disability states baldly that people “hate” disabled people. “I think people can feel very uncomfortable around people with disabilities,” Sheen says. “A lot of the time it’s just to do with ignorance about, ‘Oh gosh, I don’t know, what should I do?’ It can make interaction quite awkward at times, and it can bring out people’s fears.”

The fact that there were several people with disabilities working on the project, he says, was striking because it brought home how rarely he had seen it before. It leads into a discussion of how far actors can credibly play identities they don’t personally inhabit. Sheen has thought about it: “You know, seeing people playing Welsh characters who are not Welsh, I find, it’s very hard for me to accept that. Not particularly on a point of principle, but just knowing that that’s not the case.

“That’s a very different end of the spectrum, but a part like Richard III is such a great character to play, it would be sad to think that that character, you know, is no longer available or appropriate for actors to play who don’t have disabilities, but that’s because I’m just not used to it yet, I suppose. Because I fully accept that I’m not going to be playing Othello any time soon.

“Again, it’s not particularly a point of principle, but personally, I haven’t seen many actors who have come from quite privileged backgrounds being particularly compelling as people from working-class backgrounds. If you haven’t experienced something, you know, the extreme example is, well, if you haven’t murdered someone, can you play a murderer?”

In 2021, it was reported that Sheen intended to be a “not-for-profit” actor, after selling his own properties to ensure the Homeless World Cup that he had organised in Cardiff in 2019 went ahead when funders withdrew. So, what is a not-for-profit actor?

“There’s no such thing,” he says. “In that interview, I talked about how the ideal I was aiming towards was working like a not-for-profit company. When I put the money into the Homeless World Cup, since then I only owe money, so in terms of profits, there are no profits. I put as much of the money I make as I possibly can into either funding and supporting what other people are doing that I believe in, or starting up projects myself.”

It’s a measure of Sheen’s confidence that he knows the parts will keep coming. He has become a father again in his 50s; he and his partner, 28-year-old Swedish actor Anna Lundberg, have two young daughters. “My knees creak a lot more,” he says. “It’s a lot harder to get up and down off the floor when you’re playing with the baby.”

Sheen also has a grown-up daughter, Lily Mo Sheen, 24, from an earlier relationship with British actress Kate Beckinsale. “When my eldest daughter was born, I was still trying to make my way in my career and having to make harder choices about whether to work away from home and how much time to be away and all that stuff,” he says. “This time around, that’s not as difficult as I’m more established as an actor. Physically, it’s hard. But the one thing that is always the same is, you know, poo doesn’t smell any better.”

#Michael Sheen #Interview #Best Interests #the joys of fatherhood #you can feel his enthusiasm #I'm not sure this interview will help him to promote his future projects

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yes-i-am-happyaspie · 2 years

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It's been a while since I've had a nice long fic rec list cross my dash so, as my good friend said to me earlier today, I'm going to be the change I want to see.

Anyway, here are some of the in-progress Irondad fics and series been enjoying recently! (in no particular order)

❤ A Secret Or Two by Winterturtle @winter-turtle

Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings || Rated T

A single gunshot was all it took to turn the Parker family's lives upside-down. It's been rough couple of months, but Peter and May were slowly starting to pick up the pieces of their lives. For a moment, it was starting to feel normal again.

That is, until a mysterious man barged into their apartment, leading to a secret or two being revealed about both of them.

Or a (former) Shield agent May Parker fic because I couldn't find this trope anywhere.

❤ 5 times Peter Parker falls asleep in an uncomfortable position by lemonlillybee @lemonlillybee

Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings || Rated T

And 1 time he falls asleep like a normal person

❤ 5 Times Tony Tried to Be a Good Dad by InfinitesimalDna

Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings || Rated M

+1 time he knew he was.

Or, Tony trying to navigate new waters he never thought he would have to with the kid. He hopes he can handle at least one of 'em right.

❤ Social Butterfly Spidey by Jenniboo311 @jenniboo311

No Archive Warnings Apply || Rated T

A series filled with Spider-Man's adventures in social media.

❤ A New Point of View by waitingondaisies @waitingondaisies

No Archive Warnings Apply || Rated T

Peter doesn't hesitate before ditching school to go help fight the weird, purple, goo energy type stuff that's coming out of a portal over Manhattan. Perhaps he should have, though, because when he and Tony breathe the stuff in, they end up swapping bodies. With Dr. Strange not answering his phone, Peter and Tony are stuck living each others' lives for the time being. Really, though, what could go wrong?

❤ one single thread of gold by tonystarktrash

No Archive Warnings Apply || Rated M

Tony's answer to the final question of whether he would ever allow contact to be made prior to his offspring’s 18th birthday had been instinctive. Tony had checked ‘no’ and had clicked the end of the pen, satisfied by a job well done. A quiet voice at the back of his mind, the voice of his mother, had caused him to scribble over ‘no’ until the bottom of the page was almost entirely consumed by ink. Then, his handwriting cramped but legible, Tony had written yes — in case of medical emergencies or death of legal guardian(s).

a drunken dare made six years ago leads to a phone call that changes tony stark's life.

❤ Catch Your Own Happiness by truelovetakesawhile

Archive Warnings Apply! || Rated M

When Tony finds a strange, spidery experiment locked underground in a Hydra facility, he takes it upon himself to try rehabilitating a teenager who knows nothing about the outside world.

❤ The ghost at the back of your closet by niniblack @niniblack

Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings || Rated M

The DODC makes good on their threat to charge May with child endangerment, sending Peter into foster care. But in a universe where Tony Stark is still alive, his actions have repercussions as well, and May Parker isn’t the only one fighting to get custody of her child back.

Meanwhile, Peter’s left completely alone and unable to contact any of his loved ones, trying to navigate a system he thought he’d left behind after his aunt and uncle picked him up a few weeks after his parents’ deaths. And he’s absolutely not going to let anything like what happened to him happen to Morgan, no matter what he has to do to make sure she’s safe.

❤ Tales from the Tower MedBay by Call_Me_Coley @call-me-coley

No Archive Warnings Apply || Rated G

Also known as “MedBay Adventures” with a specific focus on Irondad and Spiderson, and of course some Avengers and Ironfam will be stopping by!

A series of unrelated drabbles and oneshots that revolve around the Tower’s MedBay cuz if we’re being honest, you know those walls have got some stories to tell.

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I Think I Met You In My Dreams Once - Bucky Barnes - Fourteen

Summary: After receiving an honourable discharge from his military service that was caused by the loss of his arm, James Barnes begins to come to terms with several things. He also finds solace in youtube videos, memes and on social media, where he happens to find you.

Pairing: Ex-Military!Bucky Barnes x Fem! Plus Size!Reader (Modern AU)

Chapter Warnings: angst, swearing, hurt/comfort, smut (not as graphic), longing

Word Count: 6.5k || Dividers: @firefly-graphics

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Chapter Thirteen || Epilogue

Quick A.N: i mention a song in one section, highly recommend hearing it while reading that section.

“Bucky, have you told her yet?” Winnie’s voice pulls him back into reality. Always spacing out when the question was pondered upon.

Steve and Sam had been on his case, arguing that he should stay back, opt for an online appearance.

He, himself on the other hand, did not want to leave. However the legal counsel advised for an in-person appearance.

It had been five days, Peter was home and acclimating back into New York City. He kept sending Bucky messages and pictures with Morgan.

Bucky was on schedule four days a week for New York work time and the remaining three were spent with you on the local timezone. Something he was addicted to, something he didn’t think he could give up. Something he didn’t want to let go of just for a brief time he would come back again, Christmas was around the corner.

“I don’t know, Ma. I need to decide what I want to do before I tell her the options.” He sighs, running his hand through his hair.

“You need to tell her young man, when do you have to be on the flight? If you chose that.” She raises a brow and Alpine meows, then jumps into her lap.

Bucky coos at her, Alpine looks at him. Then turns away still pissed off.

“Oh come on now, Al.” He huffs, “I’m sorry.” That only prompts the feline to clamber up his mother’s arm and rest on her shoulder.

She stares at him as she snuggles into Winnie.

“Oh you know what you’re doing don’t you?” He narrows his eyes, Alpine was intuitive knowing this is how she always cuddled up with him.

Winnie chuckles, “She misses you. Yesterday she wouldn’t leave your room. Placed her bowls in there only then did she eat.”

“I miss her too, I just, now that I know what it is to have her? I don’t want to leave in five days as opposed to the five weeks I originally planned. The whole four day work week is working out but I know me not being there impacts my team and me now being here impacts my personal life.” He admits, “But I don’t want to disappoint on the work end, this case we need to put them behind bars, even if Beck gets to walk almost scot free. I, I can’t allow that not after the way he threatened my doll.” Bucky’s fist clenches, mouth setting into a grimace.

Winnies gaze softens, “I know it is difficult even entertaining the thought. I, I see how the light and life in back in your eyes, as if Y/N helped you reignite the spark. I’m grateful for her to chose to be in your life Bucky. I truly am and watching the two of you fall in love? Watching her accept you? I don’t have words for the joy I feel seeing my son truly happy again. I know you will figure it out and she is protected by the law as well.”

Bucky’s eyes tear up, he blinks trying not to cry at her words. He knows how much of a shell he had become, then how he started feeling as himself but it was never fully him. Never fully the man he was, you came along then, pushing him to work on himself. To be better for himself, before he could be better for you.

“I know one thing, whatever you chose to do, she is going to support you. You both have had the long distance thing figure out. I know three weeks of being together and then reverting will be difficult but I know you both can do it.” Winnie gives him a small smile.

Bucky looks to the polaroid of the two of you he placed in a frame on his desk, attempting to make the hotel room a little homely. he sighs, eyes shifting back to his mother.

“What if I don’t want to though?” He murmurs.

“Talk to her.” Winnie offers yet again. Bucky nods, his email notification lights up, “I have to get back to this thing from work, thank you.”

“You don’t have to thank me, my dear. It is what mums do, now get to work so you can then speak to her.” Winnie gives him a smile and makes Alpine wave at Bucky which draws a laugh from both as she looks at him with minor anger.

The call ends and before he gets back to work he texts on his group chat with Steve and Sam.

Bucky: i still have no idea what to do.

Steve: I think you should come back

Sam: I agree, honestly

Bucky’s brows furrow, what the fuck?

Bucky: what changed your very eager opinions in an hour?

Steve: well we thought about it and well… this is a whole ass legal thing

Sam: yeah what if you don’t come back for this case and then you’re forced to come back?

Steve: it’s better to make the choice now rather than be forced ya know?

Bucky: fuck man

Sam: look as much as we love you being there and not being Mr. Grumpy, we’re thinking long term consequences.

Steve: did you want to stay Buck? Because look they wouldn’t say come down here if it could be handled with you from there.

Bucky: i do want to stay here… i don’t think i can do long distance anymore, not after, not after knowing how it is to be with her, to come back home to her, to hold her hand, to have her warmth, to hear her laugh without it being cut off because of shitty wifi, to have my clothes not fade of her scent so easily

Steve: he’s in love

Sam: so that paragraph makes you think he’s in love but not all the other stuff? Steve my man…i have concerns

Bucky: there is a reason he doesn’t do well on observational games, lol, remember that time in high school when his crush was dropping the most obvious hints of reciprocal feelings?

Sam:😂😂😂😂 and our man here just furrowed his brows in confusion and realised it after years and years that ‘oh shit that was a crush liking him back’

Bucky: 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Steve: 🖕🖕🖕🖕to the both of you.

Bucky chuckles tucking his phone back, they aren’t wrong, in thinking long term. He would tell you today, it was his last work day for this week so he could speak to you with ease.

Bucky could also spend the remaining days without interruption with you.

The university day was droning on until your cohort of students were ushered into the auditorium. A few teachers and the Dean stood on the stage near the podium a projector screen set up.

The lights are shut off, and the presentation begins, you and Nat exchange a wary glance at the tense environment before turning to pay attention.

“So essentially we want to pick out 50% of you to try remote learning.” The dean finishes the presentation. The lights switch on and a murmur breaks out across the class.

“For how long will this be?” Natasha enquires above the volume, you both were in the third row so it was easier to be heard even with yelling.

“For about three months.” The answer is given by the ethics professor who looks bored beyond compare.

“What of the grades?” You murmur, “If those slip they aren’t going to care are they?”

Nat shakes her head, “What about our academic performances?”

The Dean sighs, “The board has decided that if your academics dwindle then you will be allowed three extra credit assignments to cover up your loss, if you however tank those we will not help you beyond that, we will however take into consideration past performance and could have the grade calculated.”

Another sound waves of panicked murmurs swirl across the classroom.

“We give you until tomorrow to give us an answer. If we get the half batch willingly recruited good otherwise we’ll have to draw names from a hat.” The professor announces.

You shake your head, looking over at Nat.

“Are you considering it?” She raises a brow, you shrug.

It would give you more time with Bucky. Also, you could stay to help your mum through the entire separation, meet her a little more often. The day could be more productive in matters of a more personal nature.

Their divorce was declared the day your father returned from his trip three days after the arrests. Natasha’s mom’s lawyer was recruited and to prevent public fall out they have decided to do an out of court settlement of assets and then sign the papers in court.

“Are you?” She looks at you, as though peering into your soul.

You blink several times, the intensity of her gaze makes you want to look away but also you hold her gaze. Her hand shoots up, your brain catches up to your best friend’s, your braincells finally in sync.

“Nat.” You try to pull her hand down realising she’s making an impromptu decision, now she raises both of your hands up with a grin.

“We’d like to sign up.” She announces.

“Wonderful, Natasha Romanoff and Y/N Y/L/N.” The professor notes it down in her book.

You glare at Natasha, she gives an innocent look.

“You and I both know you need this online thing more than anyone.” Her green eyes soften.

“It would help plus its only four hours a day… I mean with their separation and me choosing to move out instead of picking sides… and Bucky did say he was going to stay back for another three weeks or so…”

“See it’s a win win.” She grins, you shake your head.

“You just will get to nap more.” You chuckle.

“That is the ideal life. All I want is multiple naps while work occurs and I know I can be optimal with 17 hour sleep days.” She raises a finger as if to block out the incoming sarcastic quip from you.

“You’re a sloth.” You giggle, “You aren’t a spider you’re a sloth.”

She huffs then wraps her arms around you clinging onto you, “Sloth Natasha on Y/N.” She giggles too and you join her.

“So when’s the out of court settlement meeting?” She enquires, your lips press into a thin line,

“Three days later.” You say grimly, this was inevitable but part of you hoped your father would have picked your mother and you over his mistress.

“Have you told Bucky? I’m sure he’d attend with you.” She sighs as you shake your head.

“I’m not going either… mum and dad can get ugly and I have enough of their marriage trauma than to attend their divorce.” A shiver clambers up your spine at the thought.

“True, know what, I’m going to meet up with a few friends so Bucky and you can have the place to yourselves.” She offers, you narrow your eyes.

“Why—,”

She just gives you a pointed look and then your skin begins to heat.

“That is why.” You say understanding.

“Yes my little innocent flower.” She teases, offering her hand as you both make your way to the parking area.

You pause spying a familiar car, Nat follows your gaze her mouth set into a scowl.

“What does he want?” She mutters, you shrug. Walking towards the car as he steps out.

Natasha stands across, pretending to type away on her phone but actually recording.

Your father leans against the door, taking out his pack of cigarettes. Removing one,

“You cannot smoke on university premises.” You say to him, he huffs.

“Sir you cannot smoke here.” The security guard approaches,

“Is it lit?” You father questions, the security guard shakes his head

“You cannot carry these substances on premises. It is fined.” The guard explains your dad sets the pack away, the guard leaves.

“What brings you here?” You cross your arms, looking at him.

“Just wanted to ask you for a favour.” He shrugs, looking to the side then back at you, “I want you to warn your mother. She may take her properties but I’ll drive the tenants out, no source of income.”

“Why don’t you reserve these things for the meeting?” You raise a brow, someone shifts in the car. You scoff.

“Have you no respext left for me that you bring her here?” You look back at him.

“Respect? Sweetheart your little picking sides and not choosing your dad shows your disrespect, allowing your excuse of a man, boyfriend to hit your own father is disrespect.” He seethes.

“I haven’t picked sides. You forced this, with every goddamn hit, every goddamn verbal insult you drew a wedge between our family. I look at you and all i see is the turmoil, the pain. I look at you and all i remember is the drives, the secret ice creams. You did this, not mom, not me.” You jab a finger to his chest.

“You ungrateful—, you aren’t getting a penny apart from the next semester fees.” He declares.

You scoff, “Alright, I’d like my various competition prize money accumulated over the years deposited into my new account. I’ll email you the details. I think last we spoke that fixed deposit was now 200k?”

You unlock your phone and send him the details. His phone chimes causing his anger to flare.

“You’re as money hungry—,” he begins,

“As your whore?” You counter with a smile.

His hand raises and he steps towards you and then pauses, setting his hand down, forming a fist. You stare up at him defiantly not backing down.

“Have you still not learned? Maybe you won’t. I feel sorry for you that you’ve lost your family, in-fact I feel sorry for us, I feel sorry for the ten year old little girl whose life changed for the worst when you showed her how horrible a marriage can be. You don’t need to give me the money, I do not care for it, I’ll work hard to make my own. You’re the one who has to live with the consequences of his actions.” You turn away not wanting to say more.

Natasha unlocks the car, the drive to Bucky’s hotel is silent. She sent the video to her mother.

You take deep breaths while walking up the lobby steps.

When Bucky opens his door, the dam you built breaks. You lose all resolve and just wrap him in your arms and hideaway in his presence.

Bucky guides you inside, you both sink on the couch as you blubber out everything that happened.

His arms tighten around you, his pending decision over what would he do to your father is being set into place.

Bucky’s lips don’t leave your skin;

offering his assurance against your shoulders,

offering his love along the column of your neck.

offering himself as he pulls you closer.

You hold each other close, as your clothes fall to the floor.

Skin to skin, chest to chest.

His lips offer a safe haven, mirth, even blissful ruin in the best way as they swallow your sounds and etch his own need onto your own.

The two of you take each other apart, then piece each other back together.

A world between the two of you, as you both curl up together basking in the warm afterglow. Bucky traces over your skin softly, you do the same for the freckles over his chest.

Bucky swallows as his throat tries to form the words about the upcoming goodbye.

Your breath fans across his sternum, the way his body stiffens you know something is on his mind.

“What, what is on your mind?” You look up at him. Blue eyes widen and then he winces not knowing how to say the words. Your eyes close, shoulders sagging.

“When do you have to leave?” You look back at him cupping his face.

“H-how?” He murmurs, baffled.

“I had an inkling that the case may require an in person appearance from you.” You sigh, but kiss his cheek.

“I don’t want to go in five days.” He admits, closing his eyes, pain taking over his features.

“I don’t want you to go either, but you need to…”

“Doll…, I’m sorry to put this on you, with everything.” His lips find your forehead.

“We can do it, we can, we did it once and well, we can again.” You assure, internally your heart feels like breaking.

“Look, the trial will take ten days. I need another few to just catch up with things there and Christmas hits so I’ll be back.” Bucky assures, grasping your hand like a lifeline, hoping praying this doesn’t lead to something heartbreaking.

“I know, it’s just two weeks away from you.” You nod, grasping his hand with both of yours, “Bucky I love you, I love you across distances of oceans, I love you when you’re right next to me and even ten minutes away.”

Bucky’s eyes dampen, he says nothing choosing to place a searing kiss to your lips, drowning away the ticking clock. Only letting you be the beacon of light for him.

His hold on you is tight, as if he doesn’t want to let go. Your grip keeps him close, not wanting to let him leave.

Day One.

You look at the email from university about the orientation on Monday, tucking it away when Bucky walks in holding bags from the quaint coffee shop. Boxes litter the living room.

Packing up twenty seven years of your mother’s marriage and the memories you held in this house.

“I thought strawberry tarts should uplift the mood.” Bucky takes out a box and hands it to your mother who smiles at him.

“My favourites.” She smiles and tucks into the treat.

Bucky gazes at you, you look away, not sure how to tell him about shifting the plans to online. You bite your tongue.

“I’m going to do a final sweep of my room.” You announce, moving away.

Bucky lets out a sigh, things had not changed between the two of you. Though he could sense the sadness beginning to linger and latch onto the two of you and weaselling its way between the spaces where you held each other.

Bucky: I told her, it is fucking hard, she knew before I could even get to the topic.

Sam: I’m sorry, I hope you can get back to her soon

Steve: I do too. She loves you Buck, of course she can pick up on what you want to say wordlessly.

Bucky signs, smiling then for the sake of your mother. You both had told her but not your father. Bucky had insisted, deeply insisted not to let him know, he didn’t trust that man. He watches the door of your room as he guides the movers to start loading the boxes into the elevator

Your phone chimes again, your bank account balance multiplied. The transfer from your father. Your brows furrow, he sends a message as well.

Dad: this is what i have decided to give to you, it includes all those prize money winnings from your science projects and other ventures.

You: thank you.

Dad: use this money for yourself, not for other bullshit things, or for your mother.

You sigh, one minute it feels as though he may improve, the next he’s back to whatever category of monster he is awarded.

Dad: I’m sorry.

Dad: I’m sorry about everything I caused you to witness. I was not exactly father of the year for many years, I can see why you chose someone as James to be your partner. What he did that night was right, though disrespectful. I’m proud of you.

You screenshot before it gets deleted, which it does. Tucking away your phone Bucky knocks on the door. You open it and he looks solemn as his gaze moves around the empty room.

Dad: your mother, inform her that she should leave the keys with the security.

“I haven’t been here long but I miss it.” He steps by your side, hand intertwining with yours, your head rests on his shoulder.

“I’m glad we made memories here.” You smile, Bucky’s cheeks tinge pink.

“Oh we made a lot of them here.” He chuckles, admiring where the desk was, where you both made a blanket fort and stayed snuggled up.

You take a final glance, Bucky’s hand in yours as you all leave the apartment once and for all.

The remainder of the day the two of you set up your mom’s apartment, the one on her name without an active tenant. You share take out, set up her necessities, Bucky makes sure to have her wifi be top notch and calls in a friend he made at the wifi company he liked here.

Bucky drops you off to Nat’s, his hands and lips linger as do yours, one more touch, one more kiss, one more inhale, one more exhale.

Day Two.

Bucky runs a tired hand over his face, New York had an emergency for the code, apparently the app launch was crashing horribly. He looks at you surrounded by the books from the bookstore date he took you on earlier, grinning happily and even freaking out over him finding the annotation tabs you wanted. Bucky loved being peppered by the kisses from you.

The emergency was eating into the major portion of your day together. You didn’t complain but gave him space to do his thing peacefully. Being here near him was enough.

You’re catching up on the memes in the group chat with Nat, Bucky, Sam and Steve. When you’re notified for another text thread.

Steve: How are you holding up?

Me: I'm okayish…

Nat: objection, a lie is being spoken

Me: alrighty, I’m mis-fucking-erable.

Sam: man, i really wish i could do something to help you guys out

Steve: same, just wish there was something we could do

Me: do you have a hyper-realistic face mask of bucky and a wig of his hair?

Sam: you want us to do illegal shit

Steve: how will we replicate his deep baritone?

Nat: Say you have a cough?

Sam: Nat.

Steve: I could deck, Beck on his behalf?

Sam: same

Steve: i just wish you could come along with him some way

Your eyes widen, you can, you can do that, you sit up, grabbing your own laptop eagerly but not eager enough that Bucky tries to ask you.

You pull up the chat with your mother.

You: mom, mom, MOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMM!

You: MOTHER THIS IS URGENT, PICK UP YOUR TELEPHONIC DEVICE.

Mom: what????????? Are u okay? Did something happen?

You: yes i’m fine, did, did my passport ever come in last week? With the visa?

Mom: Wait, oh god, I forgot to tell you! With all of the events! You did, baby you can travel to the USA.

You hold the squeal back, going back to the group chat.

You: Can you send me Bucky’s ticket?

Sam: you don’t have it?

You: he didn’t give it to me…

Steve: <attached James Barnes E-ticket.pdf>

Steve: What happened?

Nat: Oh my god. Y/N, are you serious?!

Sam: Can someone explain?

Steve: yes please explain

You move to your laptop, opening the tab and finding the flight, its on the pricier side but there is a seat, its right next to Bucky’s 21A, you take it frantically typing in your details and card information. You book a refundable ticket as well for your return to not have issues at immigration.

You send the pdf of your ticket to your Mom, and the group chat careful to not let Bucky receive it.

You: do not utter a word to him. I’m going to surprise him on the plane.

Sam: I am sworn to secrecy only if you defeat him in UNO in front of my beautiful eyes as witness.

Steve: Oh my god, we’re finally going to meet!

Nat: <inserts happy tears gif>

You: I will Sam, I will. I’m excited to meet you too Steve!

Steve: This is going to be amazing, please record his reaction if possible.

You: I’ll try, why do i feel like crying?

Sam: cause you’re full of happiness

Steve: I fuckin love you for doing this for Bucky.

You: I love you too Steve

Nat: YOU NEED TO STEALTH PACK.

“Doll?” Bucky inquires, you shut the laptop lid and throw your phone to the side.

“Y-yeah?” You look up at his worried gaze.

“What?” His gaze shifts to the devices.

“Nat sent some x rated gif.” You panic blurt, internally groan.

“Oh, um, okay, I um, I’m done, you want to have food now?” He scratches the back of his neck.

“Yeah, sure, then after I can show you what was the gif about…” You trail off his eyes, move to your lips, then your eyes, his gaze darkening with lust.

“Oh yeah, it did involve my mouth and your–,” Your comment is cut off, Bucky kneels on the bed, leaning over you, cutting you off with a very, very greedy kiss.

Night Three.

Nat had kept you out with an impromptu shopping trip to distract you from the ongoing divorce meeting of your parents. You sighed, as you entered the quiet house, placing the bags in the living room.

“Oh shoot, I have to meet Yelena and Co. at the Prix Club.” Nat shakes her head, then has an apology in her eyes.

“It’s okay, Bucky asked me anyways to text him when we get back, he’ll be here in half an hour.” You sighed, the ten minute commute from his hotel was now a thirty minute one.

“Okay, tell him I say hi.” She rushes out, but pauses before grabbing one of the outfit bags she had purchased. You roll your shoulders opening your room door. The lights are off which is strange you remember leaving one on?

You hum before trying to find the light switch before the motion lights in the hallway turn off.

As they do, effectively leaving you in darkness. Your eyes move to the ceiling tiny glow in the dark moon and stars begin to appear. Then the room illuminates in a soft glow, a series of lights shine from the ceiling. Twinkling and then forming the Hogwarts Crest, then the Hufflepuff emblem, you look around your room, Bucky stands there at the head end of your bed.

“Bucky.” Your throat knots with emotion.

“Doll.” He gives you your special smile, the Hufflepuff emblem moves to above you, Bucky walks with tiny stars a few steps ahead of him.

“My stars brought me to you.” He says, arm encircling your waist, your hands rest on his chest, the lights twinkling above you.

“You designed the software that does this.” You murmur, in awe of him.

“Come on, I have something to show you.” He leads you to the bed.

Laying you down and joining you. He tweaks with his phone, then the lights switch off, you watch the glow in the dark stars appear again.

“You’ve always wanted to go stargazing.” He states, “I’m here to take you stargazing.”

As if on cue the song you share with him, Stargazing by The Neighbourhood begins to play from the speakers he set up. The lights begin to glow again, a flurry of constellations appearing with the beat as their guide.

You watch mesmerised, Bucky watches you. Your mirth illuminated by the stars, the way your eyes recognise some constellations and then when you look away from the lights to him with so much adoration.

You gaze at Bucky, so much love brimming in your heart. No words can do justice to describe what he has done, the way he set this up for you, you almost blabber your own surprise.

The song comes to an end, the lights dim then a soft glow begins again, enough to see Bucky clearly. You pull him into a kiss, hands tangling with his hair.

Bucky returns the kiss with equal fervour and love.

Moments later, breathlessly you both part, Bucky gives you a knowing grin.

“I believe you owe me a dance.” He reminds and you laugh, clambering off of the bed, you hold your hand out for him. Bucky grasps it as you lead him to the open space in your room.

He begins to play the same song, the lights now following the beat but no constellations form. The song begins not a traditional slow song but Bucky sways you around, then twirls you around a few times, you laugh as he begins singing and you join in.

As the tempo begins faster, he begins his dancing of jumping around and moving his hips to the beat. Your hand never leaves his. He never drops your hand.

You both giggle, moving close as the song slows in tempo, chests pressed as you can feel his heart beating with your own. Bucky makes you wrap your hands around his shoulders, taking your weight on his arm. He does a dip, then pulls you up to a kiss as the instrumental break comes in.

The two of you move closer, the song begins again, the kissing continues. You both stumble and laugh in the kiss finding your way to the bed without parting from each other.

Clothes begin to fall, you’re under him on the bed, hips wrapped around his waist. Bucky looks absolutely ethereal with a halo around him, the light illuminates him in the most beautiful way as he takes you apart underneath him.

Your lips only say his name, his lips pray your name.

You reach your brink, Bucky groans as you clench around him, eyes closed so lost in him.

When he turns you both so that you're on top, your hips move, needing him to mark you, needing to feel him.

Bucky’s moans and sharp inhales combined with your name have you know he’s close.

Bucky cups your cheek, an angel watching over him. The way the lights make your skin gleam, the way the warmth envelopes him from you. His hand moves from your cheek to your clit, you moan, Bucky wants you to cum with him.

“Go on doll, cum with me. Fuck so beautiful.” He praises, his hips meet yours, you shudder and your orgasm prompts his own, you lean forwards against his chest, as the aftershocks consume the two of you.

Bucky strokes your cheek, keeping you against him. Hoping that holding you for longer may allow him more time with you.

You place a soft kiss to his chest, shoulders and over the scars. He closes his eyes, committing all of this to memory.

Night Four

The divorce hearing went well, your mother got all of her dues, your father even apologised though then he made a condescending comment which your mother expected.

Dinner was an emotional affair as it was goodbye. Bucky’s flight left in five hours and you all had to leave in the next ten minutes to make it at the mark of check-in opening.

Natasha had your luggage which was very hard to pack with how often Bucky was over. You then resorted to the laundry loads being packed. It was in her car, you would share a taxi with Bucky then Nat would “be driving the two of you home”.

As the moment loomed your mom and Bucky exchanged goodbyes and then she pulled you into her room for a tearful goodbye as well. She informed you that your father knew of the online conversion and that you would be visiting Bucky, but not when.

The two of you part and Bucky keeps you close, all through the travel right up to the gates. It wasn’t hard to find tears, in a way he was leaving. You held onto him tightly.

Bucky taps your lower back, then pulls you up to hug him with your legs wrapped around him. You stay that way, clinging onto him, him not wanting to let you go. His eyes are red when he parts from you, you wipe his tears,

“It’s just a while, then I’ll be next to you again.” You assure with a smile.

“Can’t wait longer than a few minutes.” Bucky shakes his head, he pushes the luggage trolley, the security cross checks his details as he makes his way inside to the check in counter.

When your phone chimes with a message that he has checked in you turn to Natasha. Your bags are set on a trolley, your papers in an organised folder.

“You can give them my address, I am coming down in about ten days after you. Don’t worry about anything okay?” She explains again, you hug her tighter.

Midnight Bringing In Day Five.

Natasha and you part, you enter the airport past midnight making it day five, being checked in online the process is faster than usual they usher you off to security and immigration.

You’re placing your laptop and other items back into your bag.

Bucky sends you an image of holding his coffee and pouting.

Bucky🌻: cleared immigration, heading to get some coffee, I miss you already. How could they lie and say five days, I demand an extra twenty four hours with you.

Doll🌸: I miss you too, want to see your cute face next to me. I wish I could give you those.

Bucky🌻: I do too, did you get home?

You check the timing and Natasha’s message comes through just as you step in the immigration line tucking your phone away. It takes thirty minutes and then you find a good hiding spot near the boarding gate, you put your hood up.

Bucky🌻: Doll?

Doll🌸: sorry Nat and I stopped for ice cream… Did boarding start yet?

Bucky🌻: not yet, heading to the gate, sitting right under this one cool looking light.

You do a quick sweep and realise he’s far enough from you.

Doll🌸: that is one cool light, though i have the coolest lights in my room.

Bucky had made sure that he had given you the app to use the lights as you pleased, the name of the app always made you smile. ‘Stargazing with Doll🌸’

Bucky🌻: the coolest. When are you going to sleep?

Doll🌸: When boarding commences and you get on the plane.

Bucky🌻: Doll…

Doll🌸: Bucky…

You stand carefully going to get your own coffee, the plane had food so you could hold out but the cheesecake on display was tempting.

Bucky🌻: Want to play UNO online to kill time?

Doll🌸: Bring it on.

Much to your disdain he wins all the rounds as you eat and play in the sitting area of the food court. The overhead flight alert chimes and the boarding commences for your flight.

Bucky🌻: boarding call…

Doll🌸: I love you, I’m going to miss you. We can do this, we’ll formulate a schedule based on your day two activities okay? I love you.

Bucky🌻: I am going to come home to you. Sooner than later, I’m going to not let us only dream anymore. I love you, we can do this again.

I’m settling into the plane now, sleep well my Doll.

You keep your phone inside, getting into line and it turns out you will be the last one to board, based on the entry path he should spot you as you walk into the section.

When you enter the door, you request the stewardess in the quickest of summaries to record the reaction, she agrees and you hand her your phone with the camera rolling.

Bucky sighs as he glances at the city which harbours his home. His palm on the window.

You bite your lip, people are still lingering in the aisles so you know you aren’t delaying the plane.

You place your bag in the overhead bin, keeping your headphones with yourself, Bucky still looks outside the window, lost in thought. You settle in next to him, your knee bumps against his and he still doesn’t look away.

The Stewardess gives you a thumbs up when you look at her with slight panic.

“Sorry about bumping your knee, I’m just nervous to see my boyfriend.” You explain, Bucky just waves his hand.

“His name is James, haven’t seen him in a few hours, the whole long distance thing just sucks. You know?” You hold back your giggle as his head whips to face you, blue eyes wide.

You wave at him.

“Doll?” Bucky parts his lips, heart hammering, he looks around then outside then at his phone then you again.

“Bucky.” You keep grinning but the tears are forming, Bucky’s eyes begin to brim with tears as well.

“I love you.” He says, pulling you into a kiss as the Stewardess cheers along with a few other members of staff watching the scene unfold.

When you pull away from the kiss, “I love you.” The Stewardess hands you your phone.

“I, how?” He wonders, hand in yours, his smile not leaving his face.

“I have sixteen hours to tell you. We got day five.” You grin, kissing the back of his hand.

“I, gosh, I love you.” He repeats still not able to believe his luck, you smile at him.

“I love you.” You say, “I couldn’t bear to be apart, so soon.”

“I almost contemplated running off the plane.” Bucky laughs, you shake your head bemused,

“Well good thing I boarded the plane didn’t I?”

He nods, the world moves on around the two of you. Safety checks, pushing back from the gate, preparing for taxi, and then finally the plane takes off.

You rest your head on Bucky’s shoulder, his hand holds yours, never to let go, his lips press to your forehead.

“I told you, I’m the luckiest man alive,” he whispers, you chuckle.

The city lights twinkle underneath, as you begin your journey to a familiar city, but you both are going to be there with each other’s home.

“I think i met you in my dreams once, I think it was happenstance, then I fell in love with you, then you built a home within me and I built one within you.” Bucky speaks as you look up at him,

“I think I met you in my dreams once, I think it was happenstance, then I fell in love with you, then you took away the aches from within me, and I took away the aches from within you.” you find his azure gaze full of mirth.

“You did, you absolutely did.” He affirms.

Bucky’s lips meet yours once again.

A.N: so this brings an end to the chapters, an epilogue is coming and i'm in tears over this fic coming to an end, just a massive massive thank you to you all for reading and interacting and giving so much love, a forehead kiss to all of you.

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ao3feed-irondadspiderson · 7 months

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"This is going to be hell isn't it?"

https://archiveofourown.org/works/50214667 by GreyIsAWeirdo Peter Anthony Stark or Peter Benjamin Parker as he is more commonly known. See the thing is; he is Tony and Pepper's biological son but due to the fact that both of them are in the limelight, they gave him a fake identity until he is of legal age to decide what he wants to do. So Peter B Parker is an orphan who lives with his Aunt May. Peter A Stark however lives with his dysfunctional family of Avengers and Starks. Peter B Parker is a nerd who is shy and doesn't know how to stand up for himself. Peter A Stark is still a nerd but he's snarky and oh yeah he's Spiderman. His Academic Decathlon team are going on a field trip to Stark Industries aka Avengers Tower and considering that's where he lives Peter can't really keep up the shy, defenceless act, so the eldest Stark kid persona is coming out to play. Words: 2674, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Series: Part 1 of I like making Peter suffer :] Fandoms: The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M, M/M Characters: Harley Keener, Peter Parker, Pepper Potts, Tony Stark, Morgan Stark (Marvel Cinematic Universe), Shuri (Marvel), Yelena Belova, Kate Bishop, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Pietro Maximoff, Loki (Marvel), Avengers Team Members (Marvel), Guardians of the Galaxy Team Members (Marvel) Relationships: Harley Keener/Peter Parker, Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, Peter Parker & Pepper Potts & Morgan Stark (Marvel Cinematic Universe) & Tony Stark, Peter Parker & Natasha Romanov, Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Bruce Banner & Peter Parker, Peter Parker & Everyone, Yelena Belova & Natasha Romanov, Clint Barton & Kate Bishop, Clint Barton & Yelena Belova & Natasha Romanov Additional Tags: Gay Harley Keener, Bisexual Peter Parker, Established Relationship, Peter Parker's Field Trip to Stark Industries, Peter Parker Calls Tony Stark "Dad", Peter Parker is a Little Shit, Sassy Peter Parker, Nicknames, BAMF Pepper Potts, BAMF Loki (Marvel), Genderfluid Loki (Marvel), Peter Parker & Morgan Stark are Siblings (Marvel Cinematic Universe), Sarcastic Peter Parker, Loki & Peter Parker Friendship, Peter Parker & Shuri Friendship, gen z humor, Humor, Vines, Texting, BAMF Friday (Marvel), Cliche af, Harley is the Tour Guide, the avengers are embarrassing af, Author Is Sleep Deprived, peter parker is sleep deprived, Coffee Addict Tony Stark, coffee addict peter parker, endgame inifinty war and civil war can all fuck right off, Not Canon Compliant, Domestic Avengers, Swearing, Flash Thompson Being A Jerk, flash is a knob, Peter Parker is Tony Stark's Biological Child, Peter Parker is Pepper Potts's Biological Child, Crack Treated Seriously, sorry - Freeform, im so fucking sorry for whatever poor soul has come across this., Neurodivergent Peter Parker, im fucking projecting bc ik im neurospicy but idk how so peter can fucking suffer, kidding i love him sm, there might be a bit of angst bc im an angst writer and i rlly cant help it, autocorrect is my bestie rn, any trope i can fit in, may isnt actually his aunt sorry, mr harrington is a legend, He/Him and They/Them Pronouns for Peter Parker, mr harrington doesnt get paid enough for this., mr morita and mr harrington placed bets read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/50214667

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #iron dad and spider son #spider son #iron dad #peter parker #tony stark

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uncuentofriki · 10 months

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Thinking that despite Miguel's theory (and Gwen's thoughts about it during the scene on the skyscrapper) about the deaths on every spiderman's lore, and it's not about who lives, who dies... but more the emotional toll that they have on every spiderman and the growth that comes from that and it gave me some thoughts about No way home.

So, Peter 19999 has lost already his uncle Ben when Tony recruits him. Tony dying in front of Peter in Endgame makes him this Peter's Captain Stacy, as not only Tony died trying to save a child (Peter himself -well, two if we count Morgan but because of the way he accepted to help with the time heist, as not to lose her-), but also Tony's oficial title after Civil war is Captain of the "legal" avengers.

Aunt May's death is not this Peter's *on screen* Uncle Ben's death, but she's his Gwen, as her passing is not only because of the Green Gobling, but also makes Peter get desperate and fall into darkness (after all, Andrew's Peter admits that Gwen's death make him stop controlling his punches and fall into despair).

It's not as much as who has to die, but what every spiderman learns from this three "big loses". Uncle Ben (or Uncle Aaron or whoever takes that spot) is to teach them to use their powers for good. Captain Stacy (or whoever is the captain) the thing that shows them that you can't save everyone and Gwen (or whoever fills that spot) for learning that after loses you can't let despair and darkness eat who you are, the light inside of you. All three remember every Spiderman that although you cna't save everyone -as Spider-ham said-, you musn't stop trying, you mustn't give up.

And Miguel is robbing that from Miles, as he tries to stop him from trying to save his father.

#Into the spiderverse #Siderman no way home #MCU #Marvel #Miles morales #peter parker

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imyoursavinggrace · 1 year

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Summary: “Tell me I’m still dreaming.”

“We got a puppy!” Morgan exclaimed excitedly.

“Peter, tell me you didn’t bring the stray home with you.”

“Um… I didn’t bring the stray home with me?”

Tony smacked the palm of his hand against his forehead and took some deep breaths before turning back to Peter. He couldn’t decide if he looked disappointed. “You seriously brought it back. Into our house. In your bed.”

Peter ducked his head, chewing his lip. "I... I'm sorry, Mister Stark."

or: Peter is determined nobody needs him now he's back after five years and discovering May was gone. Then he finds a stray dog on patrol and decides to help him. Tony, now his legal guardian, isn't impressed.

#fanfic #tony stark #peter parker #mcu #iron man #spiderman #ao3fic #marvel #iron dad and spider son #ao3feed #spider son #iron dad #irondad and spiderson #ao3

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dontmeantobepoliticalbut · 1 year

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Opinion | No one needs an AR-15 or any gun tailor-made for mass shootings

By the Editorial Board

The Post’s investigative series on the AR-15’s dominant place in the United States’ marketplace and psyche sat atop the Post website on Monday, the day of its release — until, hours later, breaking news replaced it. Three adults and three children had been killed in a Nashville school shooting by a 28-year-old assailant with three guns, including at least one AR-15-style rifle.

These attacks are always heart-wrenching. But they’re not surprising anymore — neither the massacres themselves nor the weapons used to carry them out. 10 of the 17 deadliest mass killings in the United States since 2012 involved AR-15s. The names of the towns and cities where these tragedies took place have become familiar: Newtown, San Bernardino, Las Vegas, Parkland, Uvalde and beyond. The Post chronicles the journey this now-iconic rifle took from military-issued firearm to off-the-shelf bestseller, and underscores the danger in the public’s embrace of a weapon the Defense Department once lauded for its “phenomenal lethality.”

“I don’t know why anyone needs an AR-15,” President Donald Trump reportedly told aides in August 2019 after back-to-back mass shootings in Dayton, Ohio, and El Paso. There’s no good answer. The AR-15 was designed for soldiers, yet its associations with warfare eventually became a selling point for everyday buyers. “Use what they use,” exhorted one ad displaying professionals wielding tactical rifles. Now, about 1 in 20 U.S. adults own at least one AR-15. That’s roughly 16 million people, storing roughly 20 million guns designed to mow down enemies on the battlefield with brutal efficiency. Two-thirds of these were crafted in the past decade — and when more people die, popularity doesn’t fall. Instead, it rises.

The AR-15, The Post explains, is materially different from traditional handguns. The rifle fires very small bullets at very fast speeds. The projectiles don’t move straight and smooth through human targets like those from a traditional handgun. Their velocity turns them unstable upon penetration, so that they tumble through flesh and vital organs. This so-called blast effect literally tears people apart. A trauma surgeon notes, “you don’t see the muscle … just bone and skin and missing parts.” Another mentions tissue that “crumbled into your hands.”

A Texas Ranger speaks of bullets that “disintegrated” a toddler’s skull.

This explains the lead poisoning that plagues survivors of the shooting in Sutherland Springs, Tex.; David Colbath, 61, can scarcely stand or use his hands without pain, and 25-year-old Morgan Workman probably can’t have a baby. It explains the evisceration of small bodies such as that of Noah Pozner, 6, murdered at Sandy Hook Elementary, and Peter Wang, 15, killed at Marjory Stoneman Douglas High. The Post examined the way bullets broke inside of them — obliterating Noah’s jaw and Peter’s skull, filling their chests with blood and leaving behind gaping exit wounds.

Even thinking about these injuries is horrifying, so much so that crime scene photos are often kept confidential. But the gruesome reality of what an AR-15 can wreak poses an argument in itself: There is no excuse for the widespread availability of these weapons of war.

No single action will stop mass shootings, much less gun violence more generally. The Post’s reporting is only more evidence of the need for a ban on assault rifles. It’s evidence, too, of the need for a ban on high-capacity magazines. Rules restricting how many rounds a gun can fire before a shooter has to reload are more difficult to skirt than flat-out assault rifle bans, which sometimes prompt manufacturers to make cosmetic changes that will reclassify their products. A number is a number. These prohibitions might face legal challenges, but lawmakers in four states have recently added caps. More should follow.

Think of Sutherland Springs, where the shooter, armed with a Ruger AR-556, got off 450 military-grade bullets within minutes, killing 25 people including a pregnant woman. Think of Dayton, where the gunman needed only 32 seconds to hit more than two dozen people with 41 bullets. That’s because he was equipped with a 100-round drum magazine. Even a 30-round magazine — the industry standard these days — would have forced him to reload at least once. A 15-round magazine would have forced him to reload twice. The Post’s analysis of the time this would have taken reveals the lives it could have saved: potentially six of the nine who were killed, in the case of a 15-round magazine.

Think, in contrast, of Poway, Calif., where a gunman killed one person at a synagogue and injured three others with a 10-round magazine before running out of bullets. Members of the congregation moved to confront him as he fumbled with another magazine, and he fled. Children who survived Sandy Hook told their parents they ran away while the assailant was “playing with his gun.” What they’d seen was plain enough. The shooter had stopped to reload.

The AR-15 has become a cultural symbol. But what kind of culture tolerates death after death after 10 murders — or after 27, or 49, or 60? Respect for the Second Amendment doesn’t require standing by while 6-year-olds are torn to shreds. The nation needs to act on guns. The AR-15 and weapons like it are a good place to start.

#us politics #news #op eds #the washington post #gun rights #gun control #gun violence #mass shootings #mass shooters #school shootings #ar-15 #assault weapon ban #national assault weapons ban #high capacity magazine ban #high capacity magazines #graphs #statistics

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shrinkthisviolet · 11 months

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OC Masterlist

(Will be updated if I come up with more OCs and/or as needed for lore purposes…though no major spoilers for my AUs are included in these blurbs!)

I make edits for them here (just Morgan and Lucy at the moment, mainly Morgan)

[Main OCs]

Name: Lucy (Skywalker) Kenobi

Fandom: Star Wars

FC: Claudia Jesse

AO3 Link

Tumblr tags = oc: lucy kenobi, lucy kenobi au

Born as the third Skywalker triplet, Lucy is raised by Obi-Wan on Tatooine, and thus, pre-ANH, she's shielded heavily on the Force due to her proximity to Luke Skywalker. Despite Obi-Wan’s misgivings, she befriends Luke and they become like siblings to each other…and thus, in the Rebellion, they always have each other. She also befriends Leia when they briefly meet as children, and Lucy considers Leia her first friend in the Rebellion.

Name: Morgan Wells (birth/legal name: Jessica "Jesse" Morgan Wells)

Fandom: The Flash

FC: Violett Beane

AO3 Link

Tumblr tags = oc: morgan wells, morgan wells au

Born to Harrison Wells and Tess Morgan, Jesse Morgan Wells is "adopted" by Eobard Thawne after he kills her parents and takes on her father’s identity (which is when she starts going by Morgan), with Tina McGee as her godmother who coparents her (and, arguably, has a bigger role in her upbringing than Eowells does). When she's 15, she's struck by the particle accelerator and gets forcefield powers, and at the urging of her then-boyfriend, James, she becomes Central City's first superhero (and later, after the formation of Team Flash, she joins the team). Later in season 1, she realizes she's aroace, though it takes her some time to come to terms with it.

Name: Amelia Rose Parker (later: Amelia Parker Octavius)

Fandom: MCU

FC: Millie Bobby Brown

Tumblr tags: oc: amelia parker

Born 5 years after Peter Parker, Amelia is his beloved little sister for many years, kept intentionally in the dark by Peter, and then also by May, Ned, and MJ. Amelia survives the Snap and bounces around in the foster care system for a while before ending up with Otto and Rosalie Octavius, who foster and later adopt her. After the second Snap brings back her aunt and brother, long believed to be dead, they all struggle to readjust…especially after Amelia finds out that Peter is Spider-Man. Reconciliation, for them, comes too late—moments before a spell that erases Peter from everyone’s memory indefinitely.

Name: Reyna “Rey” Cynthia Ramon

Fandom: The Flash

FC: Nicole Muñoz

Love Interest: Nora West-Allen

Tumblr tags: oc: reyna ramon

The daughter of Cisco Ramon and Cynthia “Charmer” Reynolds, Reyna’s life was anything but normal from the moment she was born, though she was no less loved throughout it. Even after Crisis took the Flash from them and kickstarted rampant anti-meta prejudice, her parents (including her now-stepmother, Kamilla Hwang) were committed to protecting Reyna however they could…which meant training her and giving her Caitlin’s old necklace to wear in case she lost control. Meeting Nora helped, though—only a year younger, Nora was a welcome addition to her life, and the two quickly became inseparable. And of course, neither of them expected to fall in love either 💞

[Side OCs]

Name: Astra Kadar

Fandom: Star Wars (Lucy Kenobi AU)

FC: Emily Carey

Tumblr tags = oc: astra kadar

A skilled Rebel pilot, and Lucy's second friend in the Rebellion. Astra fosters Lucy’s love for flying and matches her wit easily, much to their mutual delight. Having never known her birth parents, Astra grew up with a guardian who cared more for her usefulness than her emotional wellbeing, and who didn’t truly love her. Thus, Lucy’s kindness is a surprise to Astra, especially when directed at people who, in Astra’s view, haven’t earned it.

Name: James Bennet-Evans

Fandom: The Flash (Morgan Wells AU)

FC: Xolo Maridueña

Tumblr tags = oc: james bennet evans

Morgan’s boyfriend during s1, and then her close friend after their reunion in s2. James has a big family full of love (two parents, an aunt and two uncles biologically, 5 cousins). He also befriends Wally West during season 2 when they're roommates at CCU, which is how he's brought back into Morgan's life.

Name: Aminah Hasan

Fandom: The Flash (Morgan Wells AU)

FC: Iman Vellani

Tumblr tags = oc: aminah hasan

Jesse's friend from childhood, who gets roped into the Team Flash stuff after Jesse is kidnapped by Zoom. She later helps form Jesse's superhero team post-s2, after Jesse becomes a speedster (the Flash on E2, Jesse Quick on other Earths). *Aminah hasn’t been introduced in the series yet, but we’ll get there!

Name: Eleanor “Ella” McGee

Fandom: The Flash (Morgan Wells AU, tho undecided if she’ll ever appear)

FC: Gillian Anderson

Tumblr tags: oc: eleanor mcgee

The younger sister of Tina McGee, Ella was often the golden child in their family, a role she resented. She loved Tina incredibly and stood up for her against their parents numerous times…but after her sister left for America and fell out of touch with her not long after, Ella began to resent her more and more for it. At times, she even believed their parents’ words about Tina being the one to drive the division between them—though she was never more than cordial with her parents, in any case. Years later, she’s made a name for herself as a novelist, under the pseudonym Ella Watson.

#lavi’s ocs #lucy kenobi au #morgan wells au #oc: lucy kenobi #oc: morgan wells #oc: amelia parker #oc: reyna ramon #oc: astra kadar #oc: james bennet evans #oc: aminah hasan #oc: eleanor mcgee

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capsicleunderoostank · 2 years

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Fury: How many kids do you have?

Tony: Biologically, emotionally, or legally?

Morgan: I’m biological.

Bucky, Sam, Steve, Natasha, Clint, Shuri, Yelena, and more: We’re emotional.

Peter: Mr. Stark adopted me!

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dolce-elegy · 1 year

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Introducing: Renzo Barnes aka REVENANT

"Oh honey you shouldn't have~..."

The current unwilling avatar of the conveniently slumbering grandmama of all eldritch abominations and the abstract personification of discord itself: KHAOS. Renzo is the resident ultra dramatic, full-tilt diva of the Avengers (well, co-full-tilt divas with Stark) who loves more than anything to mess with people, beat the shit out of nazis (along with so-called “realists” who are nothing more than nazis in a trenchcoat with an anatomically-incorrect symbol), and be the most well-dressed bitch on the team~✨. With both a lust for life and a lust for blood, Renzo is the one you call upon when you need a bit more fire power to take of particularly stubborn enemies; supernatural or otherwise. Now the thing to know about them is that they usually like to “play with their food” and tend to not take things so seriously. However, if you manage to actually piss them off you better pick a God and pray that they finish you off quick instead of taking their sweet time with it. There are worse things than death after all…Normally when they’re not doing the odd superhero work around New York, you can find them either hanging out and having overdrawn fan discussions about the Star Wars prequels with one Peter Parker at their apartment near Empire State University or arguing with Eddie Brock and whining about the listicles they have to write as a Daily Globe intern for their day job. That or practicing for the current semester play their drama department is putting on. Also they tend to help out their “Grandpa” Alexei with some totally “legal” missions much to their mother and father’s chagrin along with teaching Morgan new and exciting swear words in both English, Spanish and Voidspeak to mess with Stark~✌️✨

Full Bio Below 🔽

Full Name: Renzo Yelena Barnes-Romanoff

Alias(es): Revenant (main alias)/Night Spinner (only used during the 5 years post snap as a way to honor Peter)

Nicknames: Ren, "Little Shit," Hot Topic, Life on the Murder Scene, Depeche Mode, Ren Ren (used only by Kobik), Kid (used by Bucky), Little Blackbird or “Маленький дрозд/Malen'kiy drozd” (used by Alexei and Melina), “Femme-Presenting Patrick Bateman,” “Netflix Adaption of Yuno Gasai,” and "RENZO NO"

Age: 23 (in 2027)

Birthday: May 27, 2004 (Gemini)

Face Claim: Indya Moore

Gender: AMAB femme-presenting non-binary

Pronouns: They/Them

Family:

James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes (Adoptive Father)

Natasha Barnes-Romanoff (Adoptive Mother)

Richard James “RJ” Barnes-Romanoff (Adoptive little brother)

Kobik Rebecca Barnes-Romanoff (Adoptive little sister)

Melina Vostokoff (Adoptive Grandmother)

Alexei Alanovich Shostakov (Adoptive Grandfather who is absolutely proud of Renzo’s pre-teen kill count much to Natasha’s annoyance and Bucky’s horror)

Yelena Belova (Adoptive Aunt)

Anthony Stark (biological uncle because Howard Stark had a bit too much “fun” in Mexico during the 70s)

Virginia Potts-Stark (aunt by marriage)

Morgan Stark (Biological half-cousin)

Steven Grant Rogers (honorary uncle/Godfather)

Samuel Thomas Wilson (honorary uncle/Godfather)

Clint Barton (honorary uncle/Godfather)

Laura Barton (honorary aunt/Godmother)

Appearance: (please note that since one of Renzo’s main abilities is shapeshifting they can technically have any kind of appearance they want. They following is what they “lovingly” call their “default skin”)

Skin color: brown skin with a reddish, summer undertone

Hair: black, full-bodied, spiky and wavy, mid-length hair with 3 distinct cowlicks

Eyes: blood red eyes with a permanent “smoky eye” and eye bags that also do “fun” things like glow, leak out black smoke and/or a black, ink-like substance along with their scleras turning pitch black as well.

Powers: Mediumship, Retrocognition, Empath Abilities, Umbrakinesis, Pyrokinesis, Shapeshifting, Flight/Levitation, Chaos Magic, Teleportation, Enhanced Speed/Strength/Healing Factor

Likes: Iced Coffee, High Fashion, sunglasses (especially if they’re heart-shaped), cheesy 80s movies, old musicals, watching old musicals and movies with Barnes, vintage fashion, charcoal (when you’re the KHAOS proxy you get “interesting” cravings…), hamburgers, french fries, salty foods in general, pocky, bad horror movies, anime, manga, broadway musicals, drama, drama (again but this time it’s theater-related), performing, singing, hot vampires, trying to hook up with vampires and get the big titty goth gf vamp gf of their dreams, gossiping, beating the shit out of and killing nazis/hydra agents/fascists, ABBA, disco in general (is pissed off that they were never around for the 70s and 80s), citypop, messing with Flash Thompson, messing with Mary-Beth Asger (ex-member of a “Christian” cult/proxy to KHAOS’ equally “slumbering” counterpart of Order, who honestly hasn’t completely stopped believing everything that she was taught even though admittedly she’s gotten better and is still your stereotypical, pompous, “nice white girl”), flirting, knives, messing with General Ross, getting to “let loose” (AKA letting their murderous impulses run wild on nazis), messing with “Tio Tony,” constantly shoving in “Tio Tony’s” face that they’d totally be “Team Cap” if they were around for the Airport Fight, honestly just messing with people in general.

Dislikes: egg creams (no matter how hard Barnes tries to make them like it, they refuse to drink it and they think that it’s nasty), ghosts, being able to see ghosts, their “Seer” powers overall, nazis/hydra/fascists, cults, other eldritch abominations in the AMARANTHINE (court of eldritch abominations that KHAOS is technically the head of), KHAOS because they have to clean up their (KHAOS’) messes, Christian cults (i.e. Evangelicals, Fundamentalists), terfs, boring people, boring movies, when people try to pick on Peter and Ned, having to write “listicles” for the Daily Globe, Blade constantly dashing their big titty goth vamp gf dreams

Personality: Theatrical, petty, vengeful, crafty, mischievous, sarcastic, but surprisingly compassionate, and empathetic (whether they like it or not). When not acting like they're trying to go for a Tony award in a notable revival of a classic production, they can be pretty out-there with a little bit of the uncanny valley mixed in. Not to mention, they can be also pretty laid-back and nonchalant; especially when dealing with villains trying for the umpteenth time to take over New York. Additionally, and not surprisingly, due to their background, they can be rather cynical and distrusting; however over the years they have been slowly but surely trying to look more at the bright side of things and give people the benefit of the doubt. However, God forbid you actually piss them off though, because that's when their sadistic side comes out. When that happens, you better pick a God and pray that they decide to kill you at all, let alone kill you quick...

Love Interest: Peter Parker

Bio: Renzo has never had the best time growing up. Born a "Seer" or otherwise known as a medium, they've always been able to see ghosts to their utter displeasure. However, they were the only one in their bio family that could see ghosts and thus was written off as an "insane" problem child by said family. Heavily medicated and then eventually abandoned after the death of their bio parents, Renzo was forced into the foster system at the age of 9. However that didn't last long, as Renzo eventually ran away and the then impressionable 10 year old fell into the clutches of Dr. Darius Titus Solomon and the Esoteric Cult of the Maverick. After being love-bombed to heck and back by Solomon due to their Seer "gifts," Renzo soon became enthralled with him and would literally do whatever Solomon wanted: including becoming an assassin for him.

However that all came to an end when Renzo found out that they were nothing more than a sacrifice and after inadvertently getting their revenge and unwanted new powers, they ran away to New York and became a part of the Parker Family. From there, they went to space, survived the snap, grieved their loss and ended up unexpectedly bonding with James "Bucky" Barnes and Natasha Romanoff. So much so, that a couple of years later after the Snap, Barnes and Romanoff (who ended up getting married themselves) adopted them, and then later on adopted RJ and then Kobik. Now years later, after helping to kick Thanos' ass, losing their memory of Peter and then regaining it; they're currently just trying to survive college and their internship at the Daily Globe, along with dealing with some "interesting" feelings concerning their best friend...

“Fun” Facts:

When they were formally adopted by Barnes and Romanoff, they decided to offer their new parents a chance to give them a middle name to help them better get a clean slate. Romanoff ended up deciding to use “Yelena” to honor her (still dusted at the time) sister, and thus Renzo officially became Renzo Yelena Barnes-Romanoff.

They are the absolute epitome of a theater kid and helped to run the drama club at Midtown High with an iron fist.

They were also surprisingly part of the Midtown High cheer squad and tended to do most of the acrobatic stunts when on the team.

They absolutely detest their mediumship and empath abilities due to making their early life a literal, living hell. It’s not fun when ghosts that only you can see have forgotten the meaning of “no” and try to turn you into their own personal “errand boy” after all. Especially when your own family thinks you’re insane and need to be institutionalized. Not to mention in terms of their empath abilities, it took a long, long time for them to finally get a hold of them. Before they would heavily get overwhelmed by other people’s emotions to the point that it would even influence their own. Though nowadays, if they’re not careful they can still get overwhelmed; especially in a crowd.

Going hand-in-hand with the previously mentioned empath powers: When Thanos first enacted the Snap, they could feel the devastating, vast loss of life in the same way Mantis could...

When they first escaped the Esoteric Order of the Maverick, they lived on the streets for a while trying to avoid any remaining members by constantly traveling. They were 12 when they came to Queens and ran into a sympathetic May Parker who after realizing that they had trauma-related to the foster system, made it her mission to coax Renzo into a stable home environment. It took her over 5 months but she and Peter were finally able to coax them into living with them.

For the longest time before the “Blip” they were basically known as “Parker’s weird, little ‘brother’.”

Has a petty feud with Peter over who’s taller. Back when they were 12, obviously Peter was taller, but then after the Blip, Renzo was the new reigning champ of height. However, during college Peter got a growth spurt and managed to get a couple of inches on them. To which, Renzo immediately used their shapeshifting powers to make them exactly 1 inch taller than Peter.

One of their most precious possessions is an old, black hoodie that Peter gave to them when they first met, after seeing the shivering, pre-teen, ex-assassin in the rain in an alley behind his and May’s apartment. It’s pretty much has become a comfort object for them and they even still wear it around their apartment sometimes to Peter’s surpise no matter how ratty it’s gotten. Even when they lost their memory of Peter, they still kept it and couldn’t bear to get rid of it, even if they couldn’t remember why exactly it was so important to them...

Another valuable possession of theirs was an old burner, flip phone that they had from their days in the cult that during the 2 years they lived with Peter and May became filled with pictures of them, Ned, and MJ. For the longest time it was a symbol of them overcoming their past as a killer and healing from it, and then during the 5 years after the “Blip,” it became a symbol of mourning for them. They ended up using it however on Vormir as a loophole since it was “something” they loved, by throwing it over the edge in order to prevent their mom from sacrificing herself.

Speaking of their time during the “Blip,” they ended up inadvertently going on a “revenge roadtrip” across the western United States with Barnes, Romanoff, Logan, Wade, W’Kabi, and a teenaged Dora Milaje in training called Thandiwe. Basically when they were 16, they found out to their horror, the Order was starting to gain power again, so they were trying to stomp out all of their hideouts during their summer break. At one of said hideouts they ran into Barnes and Romanoff who were trying to wipe out any Hydra remnants, W’Kabi (who was sent out as a War Dog as penance for his betrayal of T’Challa) and Thandiwe (who was also there to keep an eye on him) who were tracking down illegally trafficked vibranium, and Logan and a teenaged Wade, who were trying to get revenge on people in involved in the “Weapon X” program. There all of them found out that they were basically dealing with a “quadfecta” of evil, where the cult and hydra were working together with illegal vibranium and experimenting on mutants to create human weapons. From there they all decided to work together so they can all make sure that all factions of that network were taken down.

During this time, this was also where they, Barnes, and Romanoff first met Kobik, when they came across a mysterious town called “Pleasant Hill”...

For the 5 years after the “Blip” they also became “Night Spinner” as a way to honor Peter, where they even used Peter’s old, original, homemade Spider-Man hoodie. They felt that New York needed a Spider-Man and while they felt they were a poor replacement, they still felt that it was necessary. Stark even hooked up a version of Karen with their outfit too.

A 14 year old Renzo also was given Peter Quil’s zune by Rocket during the “Blip” years due to them reminding Rocket and Kraglin of Quil. During the time they were stranded in space waiting for a rescue with Stark and Nebula, Renzo found the zune and started using it a lot to distract themself. After recovering a bit when they got back to Earth, they tried giving it back to Rocket and Kraglin, who ended up telling them to keep it. For the next 5 years Renzo took care of it and was almost never seen without it Obviously when everyone came back after the final defeat of Thanos, Renzo gave the zune back to Quil; albeit with some extra future funk additions~

To their horror (well more like embarrassment and annoyance), they found out that they were the illegitimate nephew/niece (nephice? niecephew? we really need to come up with something gender neutral that’s not nibling) of Tony Stark when they were 20 during a routine medical checkup at the Avengers complex. Apparently Howard Stark had a bit too much fun in Mexico during the late 70s which ended up producing Renzo’s biological mother. Nobody in their bio family knew about it; not even their egg donor and their bio maternal grandmother took that secret with her to her grave.

Is basically (one-sided) sitcom nemeses with Blade due to the fact that Blade keeps killing all of the hot vampires that they kept trying to hook up with.

Currently has undiagnosed BPD [Borderline Personality Disorder]

Still has “Girls Nights” with Wade and a reluctant Peter.

Constantly gets harassed by KHAOS’ cult and their [KHAOS'] “children” who think that they’re “literally” KHAOS who’s just “playing one of their silly little games with them...”

Can be “bound” via very specific casting sigils/circles which are normally used to essentially put them in a “time out” where they can’t leave until the spell burns out.

Was unfortunately used by Peter to prevent a rage-filled Renzo from murdering Norman Osbourne after Peter spared him, and later prevent a despondent Renzo from stopping him having Strange erase everyone’s memory of him...

When they first went to Empire State University (at age 20 after taking a gap year or two) and still couldn’t remember Peter, they ironically got paired up with him (who after getting his GED and applying like crazy for student aid, scholarships, FAFSA, etc. was able to qualify for student housing) in the dorms. They didn’t understand why they had an immediate camaraderie with him, why Parker always seem to know what they liked, and why they liked spending time with him so much (nor why Parker always looked like he was in pain and about to cry whenever they were spending time together...)

Regained their memory of Peter when a second Spider-Verse event occurred and due to their stint as “Night Spinner” they technically counted as a “Spider-Person.” Peter had been kidnapped by the “Inheritors” and while spending time with Peter 2 and 3 who were confused as to why Renzo didn’t remember them and Peter 1, something in their mind snapped when they tried to think about certain things that didn’t make sense about their “roommate.” That was when after having the absolute worst headache of their life, they finally remembered who Peter was and was absolutely pissed that he went through with erasing their and everyone else’s memory of him. Basically after one-shoting of the Inheritors who were holding their Peter hostage, they initiated a fight with him out of feeling betrayed and the fact that it made them feel like Peter didn’t trust them enough. They did eventually make up though; though Peter had to deal with everyone else remembering who he was since Renzo brute-forcing through Strange’s spell helped MJ, Ned, Happy, and all of his other loved ones remember him. Well at least no one else remembered that he was Spider-man at least...)

While Peter, Ned and MJ went on the school trip to Europe, “lucky” Renzo and Mary-Beth got trapped within Westview and got to be “special guests” on Wandavision due to being in the wrong place and the wrong time (aka Renzo went with Mary-Beth to look at colleges in the Jersey area against their will and only intended to stop in Westview to get something to eat when Wanda had her mental breakdown). Strangely though, while both of them were still forced to follow Wanda’s unconscious machinations, they still retained more of their free will than other Wandavision “cast members”...

Obviously the universe that they occupy has a lot of things go differently than the main MCU universe. For example, instead of Bucky, Sam, and Shuri being one of the people dusted, Steve and Sarah Wilson get dusted instead and Shuri has to try and run Wakanda by herself without her brother nor her mother. Also Alexei doesn’t get dusted either and has to deal without having Melina and Yelena with him.

And since his sister got dusted while leaving her sons alone, Sam had to step up and move down to Louisiana to take care of his nephews (with Bucky and Nat becoming an honorary uncle and aunt).

Also Bucky and Tony managed to begrudgingly come to an understanding and while they’re not “friends” per say Tony doesn’t want to kill him anymore and doesn’t blame him for his parents deaths. He still wants to slap Rogers though...

Of course Bucky and Nat become closer and end up dating and eventually married.

Nat and Tony don’t die. Renzo uses a loophole on Voromir to prevent their mom from sacrificing herself and since Tony “shares’ the load of the Infinity Stones with Nebula (who was the one actually wearing the glove) and with a powered-up Renzo and Mary-Beth (basically another Seer who was a proxy to a slumbering eldritch creature: this time KHAOS’ counterpart: KOSMOS, who was the personification of order/ frenemy of Renzo). Tony still ended up in a coma for a couple of years, and Nebula almost died and was out of commission for a couple of months. Same with Renzo and Mary-Beth.

Also Sam and Steve get married as well when the Blip is reversed and Steve doesn’t go back in time to be with Peggy. Sam still becomes the new Captain America though, and Steve becomes the nephews' cool but dorky, Uncle Steve. Steve also basically becomes a “trophy husband” as he likes to joke and has full on retired but will still be an ornery, stubborn, bastard that tries to unionize everything and protest against injustice.

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I Need a Divorce Pt. 4

Summary: Tony knows he needs to change; but can he?

Warnings: mentions of suicide attempt, brutal divorce, mean characters, unhealthy relationships, unhealthy coping mechanisms, POV switches. Also: this is absolutely inaccurate medical and legal stuff. Please look past it 😂

Notes: so it’s literally been over a year since I updated this my b 🥺 but when my old blog was deleted, this is one of the fics I had a pretty long draft for, and now it’s gone forever. But anyway, I can’t stay bitter forever—here’s the next part!

Peter doesn’t look up when the door opens. Nurses come in all the time to check on him and his vitals, on how his heeling is going.

It’s been a little over a month since his attempt, and he’s mostly better. Physically, anyway. And mentally; he’s been moved to a better room. There’s still no sharp objects or any strings, and there’s a camera in his room, and the nurses come in once an hour…but he isn’t chained to the bed anymore. He can move around and use the bathroom when he wants, and he’s allowed books without supervision.

That’s what he was doing when the door opened. He was reading, trying his hardest to ignore the real world and immerse himself in this fictional one.

“Peter?”

Peter freezes at the name, not even daring to breathe. This is it, he’s officially lost his mind. He’s officially crazy. He’s hearing things, imagining things. He’s lost it.

Peter slowly turns his head, knowing his soul will be crushed when his ex-husband isn’t there. But then-

Peter feels his breath hitch, and suddenly he’s nauseous. Because Tony really is there, standing in the doorway and looking at Peter with a shocked expression. “Tony?”

The older man seems to come back to himself, clearing his throat and straightening up. “I um…I paid the nurses to let me in.”

Peter tightens his grip on his book in fear. “Here to finish the job? Because I’m sorry, but it won’t be my fault if you go to jail after.” His voice only breaks a little, and he’s proud of himself for that.

Tony winces at his words, looking down at his shoes. “No, of course not. I’m here to take you home.”

Peter scoffs at that, hands shaking and in turn making the book shake. “Funny. What do you want? Did you come to gloat that I can’t even kill myself right? Just another thing you asked me to do I failed at, right?”

Tony’s shoulders slump, and Peter doesn’t know if it’s guilt or if he’s holding himself back. “I’m serious. I’m taking you home.”

“You can’t,” Peter says, finally closing his book. “What would your girlfriend say, first of all? I bet she-“

“She wasn’t real,” Tony interrupts. “I paid her to hold my hand to make you jealous, there is no girl.”

Peter blinks, taking that in for a moment. “Wow. You’re even more cruel than I thought before.”

Tony looks up, anger in his eyes now. “I’m trying here, okay?! Cut me some slack, you’re so ungrateful!”

Peter winces, shrinking back into his chair. “I don’t owe you a god damn thing,” Peter spits, trying to get his courage back. “You ruined me.”

Tony works his jaw, the fire still in his eyes. But he sighs, rubbing a hand over his face before looking at Peter again. “Please, baby, I’m really trying here. Morgan misses you, you’re making her sad.”

Peter’s eyes widen at the shock of the sheer audacity Tony’s showing. “And who’s fault is that?” He hisses. “You’re the one with full custody, you control who sees her.”

Tony narrows his eyes ever so slightly, before forcing his face into something sort of resembling pleading. “I’m going to change,” he promises. He looks over his shoulder at the sound of clicking heels speeding towards them. “I’m working on myself, baby. I promised Morgan. I’m going to change.”

Peter knows he shouldn’t believe Tony. He knows it. But- “You are?”

Tony nods, ignoring the whispered arguing outside. “I swear, baby. No more working so hard and so long. No more being mean, no more putting myself first. I miss you; I need you, Peter. You’re my everything; you and Morgan. You’re everything. I was just…” he sighs, looking down and Peter thinks he sees a tear fall. “I was just so scared of losing you, that I pushed you away. I tried to make it so you couldn’t leave me, instead of making you want to stay. And I—I’m so sorry, Peter. I was…I was wr…wrong. I was wrong. I’m sorry. Can’t you forgive me, Angel?” He looks back up, eyes red and wet. “Please?”

The door suddenly slams open, and a murderous looking Natasha storms in. “You have some fucking nerve, Stark.”

Tony turns his back on Peter, and the younger man feels like he can finally breathe again. All those pretty words… “they weren’t supposed to let you past.”

Nat scoffs. “As if they could stop me. You have no right to be here.”

“He’s still my husband, for now.”

“Oh, so that’s what this is about!” Natasha laughs, eyes still fire. “I’m about to take away everything you’ve ever had, and now you’re out of options? You’re trying to bully Peter back into submission? Pathetic.”

Peter winces. Oh, yes. Of course. That’s why Tony’s back. Stupid boy, getting hope.

“No!” Tony says back, huffing in annoyance. “I’m being honest. I want Peter back, and I went about it all wrong.”

“You did. And now you’re going to lose everything because of it. You don’t deserve Peter. You deserve nothing.”

Tony’s fists clench, and Peter is suddenly nervous for Natasha. “What would I have to do to prove that I really do just want Peter back? This entire thing was to get him back, I just—I just did it wrong!”

“You’re a god damn narcissist, Tony,” Natasha spits, eyes red. “You only think about yourself, and what you want. What’s good for Tony, not what’s good for Tony and Peter. You are a monster, incapable of putting others first or doing anything that doesn’t lead to a direct reward to you!” She crosses her arms, breath coming quicker in her anger.

“Oh, I’m a narcissist?” He asks coolly, and Peter can practically see the eye narrowing that follows a verbal berating. Tony is, if nothing, consistent. “You’re the one that’s so desperate to make a career for yourself that you checked your client into a looney bin so you can take everything from me, against his wishes!”

Natasha laughs at that, smirk sharp. “You think I need this case? Honey, I made a career for myself long before Peter needed me. I’m not even doing this for the money, I’m doing it pro-bono. Don’t look so shocked, you think he could afford me if I was charging? You kicked him out and left him with nothing. He was living in a god damn studio and surviving off of canned soup; you know, the ones that say “10 cans for $10”? Not to mention you had Potts fire him, so he didn’t have a job anymore. He had nothing but college debt to his name, and you even asked for more from him in the divorce.”

Tony doesn’t say anything, but his shoulders are heaving, likely with the power of his breathing.

“Only a monster would do that, Tony. You deserve nothing. Especially not a second chance. Oh, sorry, more like millionth chance.”

Tony storms past her, knocking shoulders and stomping his way out of the building.

And the spell breaks.

Peter really thought that Tony was willing to change. That he would do his best to be what Peter needed, because he loves Peter.

But no, someone willing to change wouldn’t have left just like that. If he’s being honest with himself, someone wanting to change wouldn’t pay out the nurses to get access to someone they aren’t allowed to see. He should have known better.

“Are you okay, Pete?” Natasha asks, fixing her hair and brushing off her suit.

Peter nods, shakily grabbing his book again. “Yeah. I’m just…I really wanted to go with him. I thought…” Peter chokes on tears. “I thought he meant it, Nat. I thought he would change for me. That he thought I was worth it. That was dumb…”

Natasha hugs Peter, kissing the top of his head. “Not stupid, baby. Hopeful.”

“That god damn bitch!”

Bruce looks up, fighting the urge to roll his eyes. He puts his tumbler down as Tony walks in, and crosses his arms over his desk. “Excuse me?”

“Romanoff!” He screams, slamming the door shut and then kicking it in anger. Bruce raises a brow, unimpressed. “She’s a fucking bitch.”

“Watch it,” Bruce warns, looking back down at his paper work. “What were you doing talking to her in the first place?”

“I went to visit Peter at the hospital he’s staying in-“

Bruce’s head snaps up, and he crinkles the papers he’s holding. “You did not,” he whispers, horrified.

“What?!” Tony asks, defensive. He sits aggressively in the chair in front of Bruce’s desk.

Bruce groans and puts his head in his hands. “You’re a fucking idiot. What is the one fucking thing I told you not to do?!”

Tony is silent until Bruce looks up. At least he has the decency to look smaller. “You told me never to talk to Peter again, after the call Morgan made to him. But this was different, you told me to change-“

“You can’t change!” Bruce yells, standing up so he’s towering over his client. “I’ve been your friend for twenty fucking years, and you don’t change. You don’t change!” He slams a fist on the desk in frustration.

“I-I could if I wanted to! If I had the right reason, Bruce, and I have the right-“

“She was leaving you,” Bruce interrupts. He watches as Tony’s jaw snaps shut. “When she got in the crash. She was taking Morgan and running, because she was scared that you would treat Morgan as badly as you treated her.”

“You’re lying,” Tony whispers, holding onto the armrests tightly. “You’re lying, she wasn’t-“

Bruce sits back down, pulling open a drawer. He’s satisfied that it makes Tony stop. He only needs to search for a moment, before he finds it. “‘Dear Bruce, I regret to inform you that I am leaving Tony and taking Morgan with me. I know you would never-‘ don’t say a god damn word Tony, listen to this. ‘I know you would never represent me over Tony, so I won’t ask you to. The only thing I ask is that you stall Tony until I can find a lawyer myself. I’m going back to California, I won’t tell you where in case he asks, so you won’t have to lie. Hopefully he won’t notice we are gone until it’s too late.’” He tosses the letter at Tony aggressively, watching it hit him in the face before settling in his lap.

Tony stares at it, refusing to touch it though. “No. No, she was going to the store. She told me she was going to the store, and then-“

“Of course she did, she didn’t want you looking for her.” He stands again, going over to a bookshelf and browsing just so he won’t have to look at Tony. “You’ve always been this way. Always been a narcissist, always-“

“That!” Tony yells, standing up and pushing the chair behind him with a scrape. The noise irritates Bruce. “That word. She called me that, Natasha.”

“Because you are one,” Bruce scoffs, and then he freezes. “You are one…” his voice tilts as the realization dawns on him. He turns on his heel, eyes wide. “You are one!”

“Okay, I get it, stop-“

“No, you are one.” Bruce laughs, running a hand through his hair. “It’s not just an insult Tony, it’s a personality disorder. You can get diagnosed and treated for it.”

Tony shakes his head, hands up in a confused gesture. “What are you-“

“Tony, don’t you see?” He goes back to his desk, opening another drawer and fingering through the files. “If you can get treated, you can change. It’ll take years, countless therapy sessions, and more work from you than I’ve seen you put into anything in the twenty years I’ve known you—but if I can prove that you—a hah!” He pulls out a file and throws it on the desk, opening it quickly. “I had a client that successfully postponed a divorce because he could prove he had undiagnosed bipolar disorder, which when treated, stopped the symptoms that made his wife want to leave him. She didn’t want the divorce anymore after he was treated, so-“

“Bruce, this is different…” Tony sits back down. “I’m an asshole, but I’m not-“

“I think you are.” Bruce says, looking through the file until he finds the phone number. “I’m calling a psychologist, she can diagnose you. If we can get this diagnosis, we can force the judge to postpone the court date, which means he’ll still legally be your husband. That means you can let Peter adopt Morgan, which is the biggest thing he wants. If you do that, he’s sure to at least try and wait it out, see if you can get any better.” He punches the number into his phone, and holds the phone to his ear.

Tony shakes his head. “I’m not a god damn narcissist! And I don’t want Peter to-“

“Hey Betty, this is Bruce Banner. The very one! Yep, I have another client that needs to see Dr. Pennington. I would like for her to screen for narcissistic personality disorder, but I’ll also take any diagnosis she sees fit. Yup. Wow, really? She’s be willing to do that? Aw, shucks Betty, you’re gonna make me blush. Perfect. I’ll tell him. Yes, the upmost discretion. Perfect. See you then. Bye.” He hangs up, looking at Tony with a smile. “She was on vacation, but she’d be willing to cut it short to spend a few days with you.”

“Days?!” He hisses, standing up again. “No, this is a waste of-“

“Do you want Peter back, or not?” Bruce asks.

Tony stutters, clenching his hands into fists. “What will the press say if I’m diagnosed with personality disorders? I’ll be ruined!”

Bruce rolls his eyes. “Really? That’s what you care about right now? Your image? Tony, you could get everything you ever wanted. Peter back, Morgan happy, no divorce and no losses. The only thing you’ll have to do is actually try to be a good person for once.” He snatches up the letter Tony’s late wife left Bruce, putting it with the other letters she sent him. He isn’t ready to see those.

Tony huffs again, and then throws his hands in the air. “Fine. Whatever. And burn that letter, don’t keep it! What’s wrong with you, what if someone had found it?”

“Found a letter I keep locked in a drawer that’s in an office I’m either in or is locked in a building that you have to have a key card and you have to get past my receptionist to get into? To find a letter nobody knows exists?” He quirks a brow. “The amount of confidential information in this building is enough to put the pentagon to shame, Tony. Anyone found in here without my explicit permission would be in jail for a minimum of 6 months, not to mention black listed from the journal industry for life. No one will get it.”

Tony stands, working his jaw. “Just send a car to my house when it’s time, I’ll pay him.”

Bruce sits, locking the drawers and turning his computer on. “Of course.”

Natasha sighs heavily, putting the rest of Peter’s file away and locking the drawer. It’s been a long day; she’s finally finished putting together enough evidence that Tony was abusive in their marriage to entitle Peter to most of Tony’s things, and put Morgan’s custody up for question.

She groans in annoyance as her phone rings, and picks it up without looking who’s calling. “Romanov.”

“Tasha,” the man starts, and Nat freezes. “Is this a good time?”

“Is it legal related?” She asks carefully.

“Yes. It’s about the Stark case.”

“Then no, it isn’t.” She’s pulling the phone away from her face when she hears Bruce yelling. “What, what do you want?”

“I wanted to let you know, before the judge does, that the court case is postponed.”

Natasha feels ice crawling up her back. “What?”

“Last week, I had Tony see a psychiatrist, along with a few other doctors. You remember the Wilson case I had a few years ago?”

Natasha purses her lips, but doesn’t say anything.

“Well, I did basically the same thing. Signed him up to get diagnosed. I can’t disclose what he has without the judge’s permission, but she’ll tell you Monday anyway. The point is, the case is postponed and so if you want Mr. Stark to lose legal rights to Mr. Parker, I would file for a temporary separation order.”

Natasha doesn’t say anything for a long time. Long enough that she hears Bruce shift to check she hasn’t hung up. Finally, after several minutes, she says “I have this case in the bag, Banner. There’s no disorder you can diagnose Mr. Stark with that will change that.”

Bruce hums, and it’s his turn to be quiet for a moment. Then, “Meet at your place, or mine?”

Natasha clicks her briefcase shut, turning off her computer and making sure everything is locked. “Mine, I need my tools.”

She can practically hear Bruce wince as he thinks of the night he has ahead of himself. “Need me to bring anything?”

Nat walks out of her office, locking it before waving at her receptionist goodnight. She waits to answer until she’s out of the building, and the busy noise of New York will drown her words out to anyone but him. “Coffee. You’re in for a long night, Banner, I have a lot of frustration to take out on you.”

Bruce hums, and she hears a car door shut in the background. “Promise?”

Peter looks up, and then does a double take. “Mr. Banner? What are you-“

Bruce looks over his shoulder, closing the door softly with a click. He limps over to the window, standing in front of Peter but at a distance. “I came because I wanted to talk to you. As a friend, not as a lawyer.”

Peter gestures for Bruce to have a seat, but he puts a hand up in a ‘no thanks’ gesture. He thinks it’s a bit odd, but doesn’t comment. “I didn’t know we were still friends.”

Bruce looks a bit sad at that, but nods slowly. “It’s difficult, with me being a lawyer in your case. There’s not a lot we can talk about that won’t get me in trouble. Which reminds me—do you mind if I record, so I can prove I didn’t talk about the case?”

Peter nods, and watches Bruce take out his phone to record. He blinks. “If you didn’t want to talk about the case, then why are you…here?”

Bruce sighs sadly, putting his phone on the window sill. “I really was your friend, Peter. Before…all of this. I’ve been Tony’s friend a lot longer, but I like you.”

Peter has a hard time trusting that. “Okay…I…I thought we were friends as well. I thought, when you stopped talking to me, that meant it was one sided…”

Bruce looks guilty. “I know. That’s why I…I wanted to come today. I wanted to let you know that I still think we’re friends, or at least I would like to be. Look, I even brought a peace offering.” He holds out the box he had been carrying, and Peter takes it.

Peter opens it carefully, and then gasps. “This is my-“

“Shhh,” Bruce looks over his shoulder at the door again. “You aren’t supposed to have it, technically. But I thought as long as I supervise…”

Peter stands, putting the box in the chair and hugging Bruce tightly. “Thank you, Bruce. Thank you so much. You have no idea—no idea how much this means to me.”

Bruce smiles, hugging Peter back before pulling away and pointing at it. “Well, I have a couple hours until I need to go. Go ahead and get as much as you can done, and then I’ll come back tomorrow.”

Peter beams, sitting down and pulling out his laptop. It had been kept at Tony’s place, since it was bought in his name. But his books were at his apartment, so he must have made two stops at least. “I was only a few months from finishing my thesis. I bet I could set up a board soon, and defend it, and I’ll have my doctorate by the time the divorce is over!”

Bruce beams at Peter, but there’s something in his eye Peter doesn’t like. “I’m glad you’re thinking like that, Pete. We can get you out of here in no time with plans for the future like that.”

Peter blushes a bit, but starts to work on his thesis some more.

As if Natasha would clear me as in my right mind before the case was finished…

#starker #bruce banner #tony stark #peter parker #natasha romanoff #my writing #fanfic #tw: angst #tw: abuse #tw: past character death #tw: mentions of suicide #tw: mental illness

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