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Do you have any Headcanons for Winteriron?

Okay so I had this one sitting in my notes for a while now and I’m just going to show you what I have...

Tony sees James kissing some pretty redhead and experiences heart break for the first time. He doesn’t even say anything to James, just tucks the fancy watch he’d spent months saving for in his pocket and walks home. Doesn’t notice it started raining until he’s stand at his apartment door, hands shaking so hard he can’t get his key in the lock. His neighbor, happens to come out at that moment. He takes one look at Tony and wordlessly opens his door for Tony to come inside.

Scott gets him warm clothes, swaddles him in blankets on the couch, and turns on the Notebook. When tears start to fall ten minutes into the movie, Scott is kind enough to not ask questions. Instead he opens his arms and says, “It’s okay, I hate this movie too.”

Tony curls up in his neighbors arms and cries, turning his phone off when it vibrates one to many times. Scott lets him spend the night.

In the following weeks Tony avoids James like the plague. Ignoring texting and calls, putting in extra hours at work so he’s home less. Crashing at Scott’s when the man lets him or doesn’t have his daughter. Even with Cassie there he invites Tony over for dinner.

Things are better, Tony’s okay. James barely messages him now...only a text in the morning and one at night before bed. Tony likes to pretend it doesn’t make his heart hurt. The watch feels like lead in his coat pocket.

He runs into James three days later.

He’s exhausted, work was awful and all he wanted to do was crawl into his cold empty bed and fall asleep. So of course that’s when James drives by.

He’s so tired he doesn’t even notice the car screech to a halt next to him. Just keeps his eyes on his feet until he hears his name being called.

“Tony?”

He looks over, sees James, handsome James who broke his heart - sitting in a fancy car with the window rolled down. His body moves to step closer when he remember in a flash - James looking pissed off as he gripped the red headed woman and brought her close for a brutal kiss, completely ignorant of Tony standing a few yards away.

With the memory of James breaking his heart fresh in his mind, he turns and continues down the street, not saying a word to James. “Wait! Tony - baby, wait a second.” James scrambles our of the car after him. Tony keeps his eyes on the sidewalk even though it looks blurry though his tears.

It doesn’t take long for James to catch up to him and grab a hold of his arm, “Tony-“

“Let go.” He still has his back to James, he doesn’t want to see his face.

“What?” The hand on his arm tightens just a fraction, “Tony, talk to me-“

“I said let go!” Yanking his arm free he’s facing James now and the man can see the tears in his eyes. Tony looks back at him, looks him in the eyes and sees so much. Confusion is dominating his eyes but Tony can see the other things, like how his brows arch just enough to show he’s hurting too. The tension in his body shows his anger.

Whatever James is feeling, it’s not guilt, and that - that makes white hot rage flash through Tony. But it’s short lived and now he just feels bone tired. James must see it too, inching closer, “Tony, baby what’s wrong?”

He still has tears in his eyes, it hurts hearing James sounding so concerned. But he knows the truth now and that gives him enough strength to say it, “Just stop, okay? Stop calling, stop texting, just - leave me alone.” He’s practically hugging himself now, arms wrapped around himself and he’s sounds like he’s pleading with the man instead of telling him to go to hell.

...I just-I want to go home.

He looks at James one last time, the confusion hurts almost as bad as the kiss he witnessed. So he leaves, just turns around and walks home like James never stopped him in the middle of the street.

Little does he know James watches him, so many thoughts racing through his mind. Trying to figure out when things went so wrong? He’s ready to march down the street and demand Tony talk to him when Steve steps up beside him. “Buck...we got to go.”

James wants to curse, to scream, say fuck the meeting he’s on his way too...but he can’t.

“Fine. Let’s go.”

Steve’s smart enough to keep his mouth shut.

How They Meet

James just wanted some greasy food. Business was good and his other “business” was running as smoothly as it could but it wasn’t always like this. James did that, took what his father left him and cleaned house. Making sure all his ducks were in order and all that jazz. Now he had time for a breather and he wanted a fucking burger. Maybe he should have taken a nap instead...although if he had, he never would have met Tony.

Tony was waiting on him, he was charming and knew exactly when and when not to stop by James’ seat. At the time James didn’t take much notice.

But Tony certainly did. Especially when James dropped a bill on the table and said “Keep the change.”

He swore he put down enough for his food and a decent tip. He did not. His bill was 19.38...he left a twenty.

He was walking to his car, mind racing with stuff he needed to get done when he felt a tap on his shoulder.

He was surprised to turn around and see his waiter’s smiling face. The guy grabbed his hand, turned it face up and slapped his money down.

“Here you go, meal’s on the house, wouldn’t want you to go hungry if that’s all you can afford.” Tony, as his name tag stated, gave him an award winning smile then turned around and went back inside.

James was so surprised he left, just got in his fancy car and drove home. It wasn’t until he was sitting in the parking garage of his building that he realized his mistake.

James was smitten after that. Tony was fierce and beautiful and refused to take anyone’s shit, including and most importantly not James Barnes.

He had to work hard to get the brunette to give him a chance.

But it was worth it in the end because Tony was amazing.

He’s funny, smart, passionate and James loves him. That’s why he refuses to let Tony get away.

Truths Come to Light

“Head on home Tony, you work to hard.” Tony finished whipping down the table before glancing over at his boss.

“Thanks, Happy, I’ll just finish this and then grab my stuff.”

His boss, an ex boxer turned chef just grumbled about young kids and their energy before going back into the kitchen. Happy was probably the closest thing to family Tony had these days. Growing up in the foster system he never found his “forever home” which left him stuck at a orphanage until he turned 18. Of course at the time he only had two weeks left until he graduated high school so the orphanage was kind enough to let him stay. But as soon as he walked across that stage, he had to be out.

That’s when he stumbled into Happy’s Place. The cook saw him, looking down on his luck and gave him a chance. He gave Tony a job, taught him what he needed to know and even let him crash in his spare bedroom until Tony could afford his own place. If it wasn’t for Happy, Tony’s not sure what his life would be.

“Okay, I’m leaving. Goodnight, Happy!”

“Night, kid.”

It made Tony smile, he was almost 26 and Happy was still calling him kid.

So I never got to the “Truths” part so if anyone has recommendations I’m all ears. Also to clear things up, James is most likely a mobster/mafia boss. Tony grew up Poor. The Redhead is Natasha.

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Dog Park Dating

Clint x Tony 1,015 words.

Notes: This is a Dog Park/Modern Au, Clint has Lucky (Gold Retriever mix) and Tony has Jarvis (Weimaraner). Also this is prompted by my Rare Ship Writing Challenge. I’m not planning a sequel so don’t expect anything!

Available on Ao3 and Fanfiction.net

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Tony was sitting in the grass, watching Jarvis run after his favorite bright orange ball. It was a beautiful day at the dog park. The sun was shining high, a breeze kept him cool and all the dogs were having fun. They discovered this park a month ago and so far everything has been great. It’s surrounded by wooded area and walking paths and far enough from any high traffic areas for most dog owners to not worry.

 Jarvis had just taken off again when a dog plopped down in the grass next to him. Turning to his left he was surprised to see a one eyed golden mix sitting next to him.

“Well hello there. Who are you?” Of course the dog didn’t answer him but instead scooted closer, whining and tail waving crazily behind him. “Do you want me to pet you?” the dog’s whining increased and Tony chuckled to himself. He carefully presented his hand for a sniff before attempting to pet his new companion.

A startled laugh fell from his mouth when the dog immediately got comfortable. Dramatically falling into his lap and then rolling just enough for Tony to have full access to his belly. From his new vantage point he could see that the dog was a boy, “Trying to get lucky, young man? I must admit I am taken.” Well, his mouth said one thing while his hand went to work giving the dog a good belly rub.

Jarvis was back with his ball now and didn’t seem to mind the new dog. Giving him a quick sniff before nudging his ball closer to Tony to throw. Luckily this new dog was on his left side cause he still had his good arm free to throw the ball. Jarvis took off immediately, “So who is your owner, lucky boy?”

“That would be me.” Turning his head Tony was nearly blinded by the sunlight. But he was still able to make out a man. A very…handsome man. His hair looked golden like the dog’s in the sunlight but was cut short. His eyes looked intense even though he wasn’t really making eye contact with him. Too busy looking bashful, scratching the back of his head and rubbing his neck. And oh…wow, those arms looked nice and strong, like they could hold him down and-

“Tony.” He twisted to offer his hand in introduction.

“Clint. I see Lucky has already imprinted on you. Sorry ‘bout that.”

“It’s fine, he’s been keeping me good company since Jarvis’ one true love is chasing his ball.” He pointed to the Weimaraner taking his time coming back to their spot. His other hand never stopped petting Lucky.

“Mind if I join you?” He gestured to some open grass on the other side of Lucky. “I don’t think Lucky’s leaving your side anytime soon. At least not without my secret weapon. Tony nodded his head at the spot and when Clint was settled, he mouthed ‘secret weapon?’

It would seem Clint’s laugh is just as sexy as his arms. Very carefully Clint reached over to cover Lucky’s ears and whispered, “Pizza.”

Despite his best efforts, Lucky still heard him because he was up and in Clint’s face, happy whining and kisses galore. “Oh no, not now, Lucky. Later, okay? Later.”

Tony just laughed at the two, enjoying their silent debate. Jarvis joined them, content to rest before he went back to bugging Tony for more ball time. It took a second before Clint convinced Lucky that ‘no,’ he did not currently have pizza on him and ‘yes,’ they’ll get some later.

“I take it that this is a regular discussion between you two?”

“I don’t think anyone could understand how codependent we are on…” Clint paused to look at Lucky that was currently sniffing a relaxed Jarvis, “that food.”

Tony laughed again, “Well I think I’m starting to get an idea.”

Clint grinned at him, “So Tony, are you new to this area? Don’t think I’ve seen you around here before.”

“Relatively, I’ve lived in New York for a while now, but we’ve only been going to this park for a month or two.”

“Makes sense, I think Lucky and I have been coming here for two years now?”

“Regulars, huh? Any tips or cliques I should be aware of?” Lucky brushed against him and when he checked it seemed that Jarvis had taken to the golden mix. He wasn’t being aggressive whenever Lucky ventured too close to his ball and was even ignoring said ball so that he could paw at Lucky’s back feet. Seems like Jarvis was feeling playful.

He turned his attention back to Clint and the other man leaned in, “Okay so here’s the deal, pooddles run the park from 8 AM to 9. I can say with a clear conscience that they are sweet dogs but the owners make me feel like I’m witnessing a cult meeting. In the afternoon the rise of ankle-breakers starts around 2 and ends around 4. The occasional doggy birthday party has been known to be thrown on the occasional Saturday and there is no order to Sundays.”

Tony pondered while he tried to get his smile into something a little more manageable. “You really are a veteran to this place…”

Clint seemed to puff up in pride. “Sure am, come rain or snow not much will keep me and Lucky away.”

“It’s confirmed, you are the know all, see all of this fine dog park. Maybe you can tell me more? Like this Friday?” Tony’s stomach clenched and twisted.

Clint looked shocked before visibly pulling himself together, “Thursday is more doable…and then I’d get to see this cute brunette a lot sooner.”

Tony’s face flushed under the complement, “I can make Thursday work but only if I can see this really cute blonde.” Just to mess with Clint he reached out and rubbed Lucky.

Jarvis chose that moment to insert himself between them, looking to Clint for attention since Tony was giving his to Lucky. Clint ran his hand up and down Jarvis’ back, “It’s a date.” 

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Ohhh, Tony getting the fright of his life when Arthur, after noticing the cute short brunette swimming and being the little shit, grabs his ankle underwater and Tony's immediate though is 'shark' and panics and flails.

Okay so since I’ve received this prompt I’ve attempted to write it at least 4 times. Finally got something done. Sorry if it’s crap, I haven’t written in so long.

Tony stood in his Malibu mansion, looking around the curved architectureuntil his gaze locked on the ocean past his massive glass wall. His shoulderslost all tension the longer he watched the water move. He was home.

Granted, he grew up on the East Coast, even built a giantskyscraper in the middle of Manhattan but ever since he moved west, Malibu hasbeen his home. This is where he was able to become Tony Stark, really build alife and name for himself. Leaving behind the shadow of Howard Stark’s son.

New York was nice and the team was cool, but Tony needed toget back under the sun. Away from the chaos of what New York is and be free. Heneeded to be in the ocean.

“Hey, JARVIS?”

“Yes, Sir?” His ever-faithful servant was quick toreply.

“I’m going for a swim.” That’s probably the best idea he’shad all week. “Don’t wait up for me.”

“I shall eagerly await your return, Sir.”

Tony huffed a laugh, whispering under his breath, “Smartass.”JARVIS didn’t respond but the genius is almost a hundred percent positive thecamera on the north wall just flashed at him.

Quickly changing into a pair of black swim trunks andgrabbing a towel, Tony quickly made his way down to his private beach. This wasanother reason he chose this spot. Not only was he able to build his dreamcliff-side mansion where they told him it was impossible but there was also adecent sized patch of sand about a hundred yards over.

The walk to was pleasant and the sand was cool under his barefeet. The rock wall with their built-in steps leaves a slight overhang thatprevents the sun from truly baking the small beach. Never one to waste daylightthe part-time superhero quick ran into the ocean before diving into an oncomingwave. The water’s cold but he didn’t care, he just wants to get further out.

Once he was a decent distance from land, he started swimminglaps. The slight burn he started to feel in his muscles was amazing and hequickly fell into rhythm. Swimming in one direction for a while before turningto swim the other way. After some time passed doing this, he started bodysurfing. Nothing felt greater than letting the ocean pick you up and carry youback to shore. It was fun and before he knew it an hour had passed.

Not quite ready to leave the water he decided to just wadethe water while watching the birds above. It was peaceful, everything was calm,and this was probably the most relaxed Tony has felt since Afghanistan.

So of course, something had to go and ruin that peace.

He was just getting ready to accept the fact that he neededto head back when he thought he kicked something. His thoughts came to a haltand he looked around. His sun was resting on the horizon, a few birds swayedwith the wind and the ocean was moving but calm for where he lived. It would behis luck if some sea animal made its way towards his little beach.

Honestly he’s not that bothered by the idea of sharing thisspace with some friendly fish, as long as it’s not a shark.

“Please, dear Thor, don’t let it be a fucking shark.” He wasjust starting to panic a little when something clamped down on his foot.

Tony will deny it ‘til this day but the highest shrillyscream tore through his chest as he kicked away from the shark. This is it,this is how I die, by fucking shark!

He was still frantically swimming backwards when somethingbroke through the surface. Something very human, attractive as sin, but stillhuman popped up next to him. Tony stared into very vibrant golden eyes thatcrinkled in the corners, the strangers face filled with mirth and a sexy ashell grin.

Something about those pearly white teeth made him rememberhis erratically beating heart and the near panic attack this man gave him. “W-Whatthe hell is wrong with you! You could have given me a heart attack! Ihave a fucking heart condition. I thought you were a shark or something. Wherethe hell did you come from?”

A deep rumbling chuckle was his answer and it made him wantto kick this strange man in his delicate pieces. “I’m Arthur.”

If they weren’t currently swimming in the ocean Tony sworethere’d be crickets sounds right about now. Also, somehow this felt like atrap, “Nope, nada. Not today. Goodbye crazy.” He came to Malibu to get awayfrom this shit, away from the crazy that came with superheroes and aliens. Yetsomehow this man that randomly appeared from the sea, with his glowing eyesscreamed of trouble. Not really something Tony was looking for. When he made itto land and heard someone behind him and spun around to see…a lot. The guy wasbuilt like Thor. Tall, muscular but with tattoos covering most of his skin.Tony briefly wondered how far down they went, seeing as the man had pants on.Which again, red flag. “What are you doing?”

“Following you.”

Oh, this is just perfect, Tony crossed his arms over his arcreactor and otherwise bare chest. “Okay, got that much, but why?”

“Why not?”

Tony couldn’t believe, how the fuck did he get himself intothese situations. “Why not? Why not? You, sir, are a stranger. A strangerthat came out of the fucking ocean like a god damn fairytale which is alreadycreepy enough and now said stranger is following me. What the actual fuck?”

“I already told you, I’m Arthur, so not a stranger. You werealso in the ocean when I meet you and if fucking is on the table I’m down.”

Tony couldn’t tell which was worse, the fact that this manwas not actually answering any of his questions or that his dick loved the ideaof being under this man. He gave the stranger – Arthur, another glance over,suspicious glare firmly in place. Arthur just stood there, content to wait himout.

“You answer my next ten questions, straight forward, nobullshit, and then I take you back to my place.” Tony stuck out a hand andwaited for Arthur to make his decision.

Arthur’s big hand took his and gave it a firm shake, “Deal.”

-

It turns out that sex with mythical creatures is just as goodas the fairytales would have you believe.

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For Prince Anthony

Prompt: Steve/Bucky/Tony, Prince!Tony helped out Steve or Bucky and that’s how it starts? Take it wherever you want to (with a happy ending tho).

Just to give you an idea, Tony is 19 and Steve and Bucky are 13. Also this is Part 1.

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Enjoy :)

He was just trying to get some fresh air when he stumbled onto the scene in the market. Guards of the Kingdom were gathered around, squabbling with some boys. There was a young, blonde boy being held back by some burly guards, fighting with all of his might, though he couldn’t have been more than 90 lbs. The cause of his distress had to be the long-haired, brunette boy. He was considerably bigger than the blonde, but had nothing on the bulk of the Kingdom guards. Three guards held down the struggling brunette while one guard, who looked suspiciously like Jenkins, was giving a speech to the large crowd.

“Let this boy be a lesson to all!” That was most certainly Jenkins. The man was known for abusing his power and Tony could barely tolerate him on a good day. Today was most definitely not a good one. By this point, Jenkins had pulled his sword out and was making a show of readying to chop off the hand of the brown-haired boy. The onlookers were shocked, but none made moves to help, that is except for his blonde friend that was fighting with everything he had and then some. To think he only wanted to take a peaceful walk today to escape his hellish life.

Stepping forward he dropped his cloak and stepped passed the surprised guards maintaining the crowd perimeter.

Jenkins’ arms were stretched above his head, completely prepared to dismember a poor, street rat, his helpless blonde friend screeching in horror just as Tony stepped forth. 

“Commander Jenkins, put down your sword!” His voice was steel, daring any to defy him. It startled Jenkins enough to scramble back a few steps and lower his sword.

“Pr-Prince Anthony, what are you doing here?” he said nervously. He and the empty-handed guards immediately fell into a parade rest.

Tony wanted to sigh, as he really didn’t have the energy to deal with this today, but he couldn’t stand back while his unruly guards harassed his subjects. So he straightened his back the slightest amount and glared down at the soldier. 

“I’d like to ask you the same thing, Commander. Harassing my subjects? I don’t think I like what I see.”

“B-But your highness, these boys were caught stealing from the market!”

“That’s all?” Jenkins spluttered to say more but Tony stopped him with a cold hard stare.

“As you said, these boys, who look to be nothing more than street rats, attempted to steal food. Haven’t they suffered enough? You want to punish him furthermore for being stuck in a situation he never asked for? By permanently removing his hand? How would he ever find honest work? Do you think your judgement is fair, Jenkins?” 

His commander looked outright humiliated, so Tony turned his attention towards the two boys still being gripped by the guards. 

“Release them.” 

The younger men scrambled back under his glare. Once the blonde was released, he rushed forward to clutch his friend who collapsed to the ground, trembling with relief.

Tony stood over the two boys for a moment as the guards and onlooking towns people idled around. That wouldn’t do. Turning around he pointed at the two guards that were the first to see him when he arrived.

“You two may stay with me. As for the rest of you, get back to work!”

The remaining guards went into salute. “Sir, yes sir!” chorused around him before the guards scrambled to disperse the crowd and return to their rounds. From the corner of his eyes he could see the commander lingering, “Jenkins.” Said man stepped forward. “Report to my office later this evening. Understood?”

Jenkins clearly wasn’t happy with this order but still bowed his head, “Yes, sir.”

“Good. Dismissed.”

Once the commander was gone, Tony turned to the two boys still huddled on the ground next to him. The brunette wasn’t really shaking anymore but his gaze was solely fixed on the ground, his left hand that he nearly lost cradled close to his chest. The blonde mostly just held his friend, looking at him with concern while sneaking glances up at Tony when he thought he wasn’t paying attention.

“What are your names?” Tony demanded.

The small blonde looked up at him with ocean blue eyes and answered with a strong voice, “Steve Rogers, sir. This is Bucky,”he said gesturing to his friend. The corner of his mouth ticked up the slightest bit, but otherwise remained neutral.

“’Bucky’ is not a name and I’m sure your friend can speak for himself.” Steve looked ready to argue this point, but a firm squeeze of his hand from his friend silenced him immediately.

“James…my name is James Barnes, sir.” By the time he announced his full name, young James had lifted his head to look him in the eye. Such striking blue eyes from two young boys. Steve had soft blue eyes like a summer sky, but had fight in them like a summer storm. James’ eyes, on the other hand, were like Winter, cold and silent but hiding secrets in every corner. How interesting.

“Very well, Steve, James.. Come with me.”

He didn’t watch as Steve staggered behind him. Instead, he turned to the two guards who stood just beyond his back. Silently, he gestured for them to follow with the boys, but made sure they were to do nothing more with a stern glare.

“Where are we going?” James quickly elbowed Steve for speaking out to him, but otherwise remained silent. How interesting indeed.

“You’ll see.”

-

Obediently, the little group followed the prince across town towards a smaller building away from the ports and residential housing. It was obvious the boys didn’t know where they were because they didn’t react the entire time they approached the lesser known jail. Upon arrival, Anthony greeted the supervisor, Edison, before turning back to his followers.

“Guards, please escort these boys to a cell.”

The guards jumped to action immediately. Steve, the spit fire that Tony quickly knew him to be didn’t disappoint. He wiggled in attempt to fight off the guard while throwing questions at Tony. “What’s going on? Why are we being put in jail? Didn’t you save us? We didn’t do anything wrong!” James on the other hand remained passive, seeming to come to terms with his fate.

One of Edison’s men escorted his guards and their chargers to a cell while Tony stayed behind to speak with the elder man. He dipped his head, “Edison.”

Charles Edison bowed before straightening into a parade rest, “Prince Anthony, always a pleasure to see you.” Charles was a fair man that Tony has always favored.

“Likewise, old timer. Could you make sure these boys get a decent meal tonight before lights out? I’ll be back for them in the morning.”

“Of course, your highness.” Edison’s smile couldn’t be missed, but Tony didn’t have time to get into a squabble with the other man. He still had to deal with Jenkins later…and his father.

Entering the jail, he walked right up to the cell holding the boys. They must have had words because Steve was towards the back, clearly pouting while James stood before him. He was shorter by just a few inches, Steve being a whole head shorter but they both tried so hard to stand tall before him.

“I don’t understand, your highness. Why are we being locked up?”

“You did attempt to steal from the market, did you not?” At this both boys seemed to slump in defeat because, yes, that is exactly what started this whole mess. “While Jenkins’ idea of a punishment is cruel and uncalled for, a crime is still a crime. Tonight, you will remain here, but tomorrow is a new day. Have a good night, boys.”

With that, Tony left, his two guards following closely behind. He waved to Edison on his way out and made his way back.

Once back at the castle, he made sure to slip passed his father’s view and the guards before making his way to his office. He had an appointment with a commander.

Jenkins was there waiting for him when he arrived outside the door. “Come inside, Commander.” The soldier followed him in without a word and sat down before his desk. Tony started immediately, “Tell me, Commander, why did I come across such extreme actions today?”

“Sir, those boys have been nothing but a menace! This is not the first time I’ve caught them stealing from the market and the merchants are growing quite frustrated. They need to be taught a lesson they’ll never forget.”

“So you cut away the hand that steals and make a show of it in the town center?”

“…Yes.” Jenkins did not look him in the eye, but his fists were clenched, still holding onto his conviction.

“You find this a fair trade when you too came from the street and stole to survive?” 

At this remark, Jenkins’ head popped up to stare at his leader in shock. Obviously the man didn’t think the young prince would know his story. “Your parents were killed while you were young, leaving you with a younger sister to care for. For years, you stole food and whatever else you needed to in order to keep you and your sister alive. I understand years ago you too were put into a situation like today’s. Ten lashes on the back in the market to make an example.”

At this, Tony paused to gaze at the man before him. He didn’t act like it, but once upon a time, Jenkins was one of those boys. It seems like he tried to forget it, tried to bury a part of his past so that he could become the man he is today. Like many things in his life, Tony was going to make sure he broke that cycle. 

“But even after what you were put through, you joined the guard and made an honest living to take care of your sister.”

He could see the man’s composure cracking, “Jenkins, you are not a cruel man. I’d give anything to go back and prevent some of the things that happened to you in your youth. But I can’t. There’s only tomorrow.” 

He let Jenkins sit there and reflect for a moment. He knew how easy it was to play certain roles, but it didn’t mean we should. Thankfully, it looked like Jenkins was starting to see that too.

“I understand, sir. I’d like to apologize for my actions.”

“I don’t think I’m the one you should be apologizing too.”

Jenkins looked at him before bowing his head again, “You’re right. Thank you, your highness.”

Tony cracked a small smile, “Have a good night, Commander.”

The soldier rose from his seat and bowed, “You too, sir.”

As soon as the man was well and gone, Tony collapsed back into his seat. If only every issue could work itself out as easily as that one. Tony could only dream.

Moments later, a knock came at his door. Tony let his cold exterior come over him once more before calling whomever was at the door to come in. His most beloved royal helper, Edwin Jarvis, stepped in the room.

“Master Anthony, King Howard is asking for you.” He could hear the regret in his caretaker’s voice but there was little the elderly man could do. Howard is the king, after all.

“Very well. I’ll be with him shortly. Thank you, Jarvis.”

“Of course, master Anthony.” Jarvis quickly made himself scarce, he knew how much Tony hated him seeing the young prince like this. Tony sighed, briefly thinking back to when he did so earlier in the market. If he had more time to think about it, he’d realize it was becoming a new practice of his. Instead, he rose from his desk and left the office. It was going to be a long night.

-

The next morning, Tony ventured out to collect the boys from Edison’s with his preferred guards, Rhodes and Wilson.

When Tony reached the cell, Steve was still asleep on the cot while James stood in front of him. His body language was tense, as if he was anticipating a fight, but he was clearly confused to see Tony again.

“You’re back.” It was a little unclear whether James was saying it as a statement or asking a question, but Tony answered him anyway.

“I am. Wake Steven. We’re leaving.” He didn’t give James a chance to ask any questions, just left the room and made his way back outside to the horses they rode in on.

-

Bucky watched Prince Anthony walk away, a hundred questions running through his mind. It was the strangest thing. Prince Anthony was very intimidating for being so young, but Bucky didn’t feel threatened by the man. If anything, he felt safe when the prince was near. Ever since the prince saved him in the market yesterday, none of his usual instinctive warning bells has gone off. His gut was pretty good at keeping him and Stevie alive, and so far, nothing had put him off concerning the prince.

Steve, on the other hand, was still bull-headed. For as long as Bucky could remember, Steve was a “punch first, ask questions later” kind of guy. So when the prince threw them in jail, Steve could only see the prince as another enemy. Bucky couldn’t help but think his dear friend was very far off.

After waking his friend, two new guards escorted them outside where Prince Anthony was talking with Mr. Edison.

“They didn’t give you too much trouble, did they?”

“Not at all, some of the best prisoners I’ve ever had to house.” Prince Anthony smiled but it seemed off. In fact, now that Bucky was looking, the prince seemed very stiff, almost as if he was in pain. His back was tight with tension, and for such a warm summer day, he wore thick long sleeves. What would a prince be doing that would leave him in pain? Surely his trainers would go easy on him and if it was sparing, why would he hide his wounds?

At some point, the prince noticed him staring and moved closer. “Well boys, we’ve got some travelling ahead of us. Rhodes and Wilson here will help you onto their horses.”

Prince Anthony turned to his horse, stroking it’s white mane, while the two dark skinned guards showed them to their tanned horses. Steve, as always, had something to say, “Horses? Where are we going that requires horses?”

The prince smirked, “You ask a lot of questions, little Steven. I’m sure Wilson can answer some of them.” Obviously Steve didn’t like this answer but for once, he was smart enough not to push the subject. Instead, he turned to this Wilson guy and started questioning him.

“Where are we going?”

“His highness did not say.”

“You’re not going to be helpful at all, are you?”

Wilson chuckled, “Probably not.”

While Wilson worked on getting Steve on his horse, he approached the prince. The other guard, who he assumed was Rhodes, tried to grab his arm and drag him away, but Bucky stood still. Of course, prince Anthony noticed and put up a hand to have Rhodes wait. “What is it, James?”

“Can I ride with you?”

“Absolutely not.” Rhodes grabbed his arm again but was stopped once more.

“It’s fine, Rhodey, he can ride with me. Help him onto my horse, would you?” Rhodes clearly didn’t like this, but did as the prince asked, with a bit of grumbling. Once he was settled, the prince climbed on behind him.

It was strange, he’d never been on a horse before and now he was sitting on one with Prince Anthony sitting behind him. A surprisingly strong chest against his back and even stronger arms wrapped loosely around him, holding onto the reins. It wasn’t long before Bucky found himself getting comfortable and leaning into the slightly older man. The prince didn’t say or do anything when he did. If anything, he relaxed a bit himself.

“Your highness, sir?” He bounced on Prince Anthony’s chest when he chuckled under his breath.

“Yes, James?”

“Are you taking us to another jail?”

“No, James. I think you’ve been punished enough in life. Don’t you think?”

James was quick to grab his left wrist as he recalled yesterday’s traumatizing events. “Yeah…”

Prince Anthony didn’t say anything else, so James didn’t either. While he could, he enjoyed himself. Soaking up the warmth of the prince, listening with half an ear to Steve’s insistent questions to an amused Wilson, but mostly just the nature around them. If he had to go through a million more hardships to end up in this moment in time with the prince, he’d probably do so willingly.

Sadly, he was only able to hold that peace for another hour. When he opened his eyes, (wait, when did that happen?) it was to see a modest sized house surrounded by farmland. He’s not sure if the man was expecting them or heard them trotting up, but an average sized fellow came outside to greet them. He waited patiently as everyone dismounted the horses before greeting them.

“Your Highness, what brings you to my neck of the woods?”

“Happy,” the prince approached the man with a hand on James’ and Steve’s shoulders, “This is Steven and James. Starting today, they’ll be your new help on the farm.”

“What?!” Of course Steve was the loudest to react, while the rest of the adults merely raised an eyebrow in question. James could only stare up at the prince.

“These boys have been given a shorthand in life and are in need of something better. We’ll start simple, a place to stay and some honest work.” It seemed the adults were able to have a silent conversation above them while Steve stuttered through another round of questions. Prince Anthony’s hands fell from their shoulders as he reached for a sack from his guard, Rhodes, which he passed on to Happy. “Compensation for the boys until they are able to earn their keep.”

Happy didn’t even try to fight against the prince’s demands. He merely accepted the sack of coins with a grunt and a few mumbled words about having a soft spot for bratty princes. Prince Anthony laughed off the older man before turning his attention back to them. “Well boys, these don’t come often, but here’s your second chance. Use it wisely.”

#luvvswrittng #royal family au #prince tony #young steve #young bucky #foreshadowing abuse #prompt fill #submission #stuckony #stevetonybucky #winteriron #stony

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Can you do “I’m down to fuck the supernatural.” “I think you mean ‘with,’ ‘fuck with the supernatural.’” “I know what I said.” With werewolves and thunderiron?

The Avengers are wandering the woods looking for a werewolf cause now the “Supernatural” is a thing when they find him. Well, maybe he finds them, Tony’s not very sure at this point.

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The wolf man is growling at him but not getting any closer. Tony, the reckless genius idiot, steps out of his armor to put his arms up.

“Stark! What are you doing? Get back in the suit!” Steve hissed at him. The team was still 5 minutes out in the Quinjet. Tony had flown ahead to assess the threat.

“It’s okay, he’s a friendly, Cap. Poor pup is probably just scared. Ain’t that right Scooby-Doo?” Honestly speaking, Tony could be completely wrong with this sudden hunch and be brutally eaten alive. But today’s Tuesday and he’s feeling lucky.

The werewolf quarks it’s head sideways but stops growling. Tony can practically feel the team’s displeasure even though they are not physically close by. Only able to see what’s going on through the live cam in his helmet. So, he takes another chance and steps forward, arms out to his sides.

“Hey there big guy, can you understand me?” The creature doesn’t answer, instead crouching down and sniffing Tony’s mid-section without getting too close. “Do you have a name?”

It steps back, standing on its hind legs, “...I don’t remember.” 

Tony’s struck speechless, that was...not what he expected. I mean it’s one thing to be face to face with a friendly werewolf, but for said wolf man to speak, in his shifted animal form...well…it’s fucking sexy. That’s what it is.

Tony mentally took a second to question his sanity but after a brief thought decided to put a pin in it and save that for another time. He was currently talking to an amnesiac werewolf. 

“So, you don’t know your name...do you know if you can control your shift?”

It seems like a reasonable question. If this case were to follow the typical werewolf myths, this particular wolf boy should look human, the full moon isn’t for another week.

Suddenly the werewolf started shifting into a man. Bones popping under the skin that was starting to show as hair disappeared almost into thin air. What was left in the wake of the transformation was a very muscular, very naked man.

Somehow his hands came up to rest on his hips and the genius couldn’t help but say, “Welp, I never thought I’d say this but I’m down to fuck the supernatural.” 

There was a pause before his comm link crackled to life in his ear with Clint’s annoying voice, “I think you mean ‘with,’ ‘fuck with the supernatural.’” 

“I know what I said, Barton.”

x

Thor, who was the first one to close in on Stark’s location, paused. Anthony had watched the creature as it turned back into a man. Eyes taking in everything before landing on the naked man’s junk. A white-hot streak of jealousy coursed through his veins at the situation. Anthony should only be looking at him like that. It doesn’t matter if he hasn’t properly courted or claimed the genius, if Anthony’s going to admire anyone’s genitals, it’s going to be his!

He barely processed the banter in his ear between Barton and Anthony on the comms before he was stepping between the naked man and his teammate. 

“Thor? What are you-WHOA! Whatcha doing thunder thighs?” The god simply grabbed the smaller man around his middle before tossing him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. 

“He’s mine. Stay away or feel the full wrath of a thunder god.”

With one last menacing look, Thor turned and marched away with his Anthony. Ignoring the imploring looks of his teammates. He had a very important task at hand: Show Anthony he is more than the god of thunder. He is the god of fertility too.

#luvvswrittng #prompt fill #halloween prompt #3 for 3 halloween prompt #pre-thunderiron #thunderiron #werewolf can be bucky if you want #i was kind of picturing him as the werewolf while writing this #short one #hope you like it #thank you #jealous thor #still taking requests #crack fic

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Pool Day

Natasha wandered into the backyard, sunglasses perched on her nose and reading book tucked under her arm. Tony’s idea for a pool day had actually be perfect. The team had some down time and the weather was perfect for the occasion.

Her eyes scanned the pool, looking for a good reading spot and noting her teammates locations. Bruce was sound asleep on a lounge chair under a umbrella by the pool. Off to the side Tony was with Rhodes playing a game of badminton. Sam was on the opposite side of the pool from Bruce soaking up the sun like he needed a tan, Natasha snorted. Thor sat beside him, digging through a bag of snack, probably trying to find something to settle his munchies craving.

Which left Clint, Steve and Bucky in the pool. As she got closer she quirked an eyebrow in thought. Normal behavior would indicate they should be having some time of rough housing, splashing fights, dunking, the usual. Instead they were all wading the water and staring in the same direction.

She followed their line of vision back to Tony and watched him for a moment. He was currently wearing nothing but a pair of red swim trunks and dark black sunglasses. The red looked good on him, complimenting his already naturally tan skin. He was also sweating a little, moving around under the sun to smack the birdie around with Rhodes. The only significant thing she could see was that his trunks were riding low on his hips and made his ass look phenomenal - oh.

She turned back to the three dogs in the pool, “...You’re drooling.”

Simultaneously three hands went to their mouths to check for drool. Natasha smiled as she walked away ignoring the glares thrown her way.   

#ITS SOMETHING #luvvswrittng #june prompt challenge #pool day #bucky steve and clint are thirsty #for a talk glass of stark #natasha is all seeing #avengers family #you can pick your pairing honestly #ironwidow #rhfe #stony #winteriron #ironhawk

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Heat

From the June Summer Prompt List

Real quick, a HUGE shout out to my best friend for typing this up for me. It’s a lot easier for me to write my stories on paper. But transferring from paper to document is a huge pain in the ass. @vebekah, who is not into fanfiction at all, has been amazing enough to type up my stuff and edit them.

....so for some reason I can’t put the little bar break line on this post???? But anyway.....

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“ARGHHH!” What the fuck??”

Steve sighed, “Clint, calm down.”

“No! I can’t Cap. We live in a state-of-the-art mansion with a billionaire genius. There is no reason it should be this fucking hot!” The archer was laying on the hardwood floors, trying to stay cool while throwing a tantrum like he wasn’t a grown ass man.

“Language, Clint.” Even though Cap was scolding the archer he couldn’t help but agree with him, at least in his head. He and Clint have been baking in the mansion, dressed down to shorts and nothing more.

Bruce, the only level-headed and also the most dressed (walking around in his usual brown pants and button up shirt, he probably built some kind of immunity to the heat from all his time on the run) spoke up.

“I’m sure there is a reasonable excuse as to why the air isn’t on, right JARVIS?”

“Indeed Dr. Banner. All current A/C units are under maintenance.”

Clint shot up from the floor which surprised the other two. The archer has hardly moved an inch for the past two hours, not wanting to give his body any reason to feel hotter than it already is.

“Why?! Why, in the middle of summer, did anyone think it was a good idea--”

“Sir has never had a problem with this. Even when he lived in his Malibu mansion,” retorted JARVIS.

Before Clint could work himself into another fit, Steve cut in.

“Where is Tony anyway?” he inquired.

“Sir has been in the backyard for the past hour and a half, Captain Rogers.”

“Really?” Bruce chimed in. He was surprised. He didn’t think his “science bro” was an outdoorsy type of guy.

With his interest peaked, he made his way through the house toward the large, wooden patio doors. Steve and Clint weren’t far behind him, the latter grumbling under his breath the whole way.

The backyard was beautiful, with greenery and various exotic plants thriving under the summer sun. To the left was a colorful garden, followed by a cozy sitting area. Directly in front of them was a wide open space that stretched a few acres out, perfect for running drills when needed. To their right, just under the shade of the trees was Tony Stark, lounging in a blue, plastic kiddie pool. His knees were hanging over the edge, his feet planted in the freshly-cut grass. He had on black swim trunks and a pair of designer shades, arc reactor shining proudly on full display. A cooler was within easy reach, fully stocked with ice cold beverages. Bruce and Steve were left speechless by the… bizarre sight. Clint was not.

“Tony!”

The genius’ head rolls to the side to watch the archer stomp over.

“Yo. What’s up birdbrain?”

“Don’t ‘what’s up’ me, Stark! What’s up with the A/C?!”

The fact that Tony was sitting there, cool as a cucumber, while he was sweating his ass off in a tank top and shorts was really pissing him off. Tony slowly brought his hand up to his perfectly tanned face to slide his sunglasses down just enough to peak over the top. He looked at Clint and then lazily looked at his other two teammates before pushing his glasses back up his nose.

“The obvious answer, nothing’s up with the A/C. In fact, it’s currently down. Now, the reason it’s down, well I’m sure JARVIS has already informed you. Why it’s being done, in July, is due to a long-standing deal between Pepper and I. To deal with it, I suggest you grab a kiddie pool from the garage, park it in the shade, and grab yourself a juice box.”

Tony gave him a devil-may-care smile and Clint wished with all his might that humans were actually capable of growling.

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Soon enough, the guys were found sitting in their own perspective kiddie pools under the trees beside Tony, when the rainbow bridge touched down in the open grass in front of them.

“I’m gonna have to start charging him for lawn care,” Tony said.

Bruce hummed beside the genius, “It’s only fair.”

Thor caught sight of them and beamed as he came closer. “My friends! I have returned!”

“Thunder Thighs!” Tony greeted, smiling broadly.

“Shut up! Thor, grab a pool and zip it. And someone pass me another juice box.” Clint stretched his hand out and Tony wordlessly handed one over to him.

Steve rose from his seat and guided Thor to the mansion. “Sorry about that, Thor. Clint’s still sore about this morning. I’ll show you where the pools are.”

#luvvswrittng #june prompt challenge #summer prompt #crack fic #clint is not happy #tony's too cool #boys day #it's late #but isn't everything at this point #??? #tony stark #clint barton #avengers

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Since you requested prompts: Cop partners Steve and Bucky unable to resist the charm of mob boss Tony and being Extremely Upset when a rival mob tries to kill him.

Say No

Just a quick side note: This is NOT at all what I had planned for this prompt. But uh, what can you do? Smut Below.

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Bucky threw a copy of the daily news on his desk, “He’staunting us!”

Steve briefly looked away from his paperwork to look at thepaper. Of course it was about Tony Stark and how he was getting ready to open anew club downtown. No wonder Bucky was pissed. To the media, Tony was ahandsome business owner, dabbling in many fields and swaying the hearts of themasses. To the locals and the police department, he was a clever mob boss theycouldn’t even pin a parking ticket on.

It frustrated Bucky (and Steve, but Buck was more inclinedto share his displeasure) to no end that this guy was living above the law.

And that he wasthe sexiest thing on the east coast and they wanted him.

Steve looked up to see Bucky was ranting and grumbling abovehim. Huh…must be Thursday.

“Do keep up boys!” Stark’s ass swayed a little in front ofthem as they walked down the street behind the mob boss. Surprisingly the manwas alone when normally he’d have a ‘guard’ or two with him.

“Maybe I just like the view from back here.” Steve’s handautomatically swung out the smack his best friend. It was one thing for them todesire the criminal, it was a whole other thing if they were to show it. Especiallyout in the open where it could make its way back to commander Fury. Steveshuddered at the thought and the chewing out they’d get for lusting after Fury’smost wanted.

Steve came back to the present when he jerked to a stop,trying not to plow over Stark who just spun around to face them in the middleof the street. Luckily it was a chilly cloudy day and not many people were outtoday.

Tony’s smirk was nothing but devious, “Oh? Is theresomething you’d like to share with the class, Detective Barnes?”

“No-” Steve was quick to step in before Bucky could really put his foot in his mouth, “Nothingat all. Right, Buck?”

Bucky glared with murder in his eyes, “Yeah.”

The next couple seconds were a blur.

Murder face in place, he turned to Steve, “Yeah.”

Something moved out of the corner of his vision and his eyesmoved to adjust. It only took milliseconds but Bucky’s brain moved faster thanthat. Cataloging everything, shifty looking character that’s lingered out ofsight for the past few blocks. Clothes baggy enough to conceal a weapon andface hidden from view. Gunman.

“GET DOWN!”

He dove for Tony just as bullets began flying over theirheads. Steve was quick to draw his weapon, tucking himself behind the car theywere next to and shooting at the fleeing gunman.

“Tony! Tony, are you okay? Are you hit?”

The shorter man seemed fine when he glanced at his facewhile he checked for blood.

“Yeah, I’m okay. Nothing hit.”

“Buck! Call it in, tell them I’m in pursuit and stay withTony.”

“Don’t get hurt, you hear me punk!” Bucky watched Steve’sback disappear around the corner. The bid blonde didn’t say anything but Buckyknows Steve heard him. Checking over Tony one more time he pulled out his radioto call in back up.

When he finished Tony spoke up, “I’m good…” Bucky stared, “soyou can go after him? Make sure Steve doesn’t get himself killed, you know?Like most partners would do.” Bucky vaguely realized he was still crouched overTony in the middle of the sidewalk. He moved to get up and held out a hand tohelp Stark up too.

“Stevie ain’t so easy to kill, sweet thang. Plus, someone’sgot to stick around make sure you’re safe.”

“Great! More babysitters, just what I wanted.” While Tonythrew his hands up in defeat, Bucky was receiving a text. He pulled out hisphone and quickly read over the message. What he read made him smile. “What thehell are you smiling about?”

Bucky glanced up from his phone, “Well sweet cheeks, itseems like me and Stevie are gettin’ paid over-time tonight because we just gotput on protective detail.”

It took a second before Tony’s eyes started to widen, “No, hell no-”

“Yes! Fuck yes – please!S-Steve…” The blonde pounded into the criminal from behind, large handsgripping his hips and pulling him back into each thrust. Tony was in heaven.

Yes he fantasized about getting the two detectives in hisbed but he didn’t think it actually become a reality. But here he was, on hishands and knees, Detective Steve Rogers fucking his ass like it was his missionto ruin Tony and James (Tony refused to call a grown man something soridiculous such as Bucky).

James was sitting in front of him, lazily stroking his dickas he watched the show. He looked good, his hair tied back in a lose bun thatwas falling apart, his rough hands stroking his fat cock. Tony wanted a taste.

His right hand reached for James and his left arm buckled,bringing him to eye level with James’ cock. But before he could even get hismouth on the thick muscle a hand lifted his chin up and away from his treat. “Notso fast doll face, I want to hear that pretty little mouth of yours.”

A shiver ran down his spin and then raced back through hisbody making him moan loud at all the sensations. These two would be the deathof him.

“That’s it doll, be loud, it only makes Stevie wilder.”

It was true, Steve’s hips were pumping faster now andreleasing these gruff grunting sounds. “Getting close, don’t cum Tony.” Tonywhined, why did he have to hold back? He was close too! “You can come once Buckgets a turn.”

Tony whined again but couldn’t do much about the handsqueezing the base of his cock. He never would have taken Steve as being thedevil of the two detectives.

It wasn’t much longer until Steve was emptying his loadinside of Tony, hips jerking, trying to get as much stimulation at the peak ofhis orgasm. Tony just took it.

“Beautiful Stevie, was he good?”

Steve took in a deep breath above him, “So good.”

Tony keened at their words. James chuckled, “Come ‘ere,doll.” With some help, they got Tony situated in James’ lap with Steve lyingbeside them. “Hi, doll.”

Tony blushed, deepening the red of his already flushedcheeks, “Hi, James.”

“Are you ready for me?”

“Yes.”

“Good,” with both hands holding his ass, James lowered himonto his length, “god, doll face, you’re a messinside.” If Tony wasn’t blushing before, his face was burning crimson now.

“James!”

Tony had no idea what he just gotten himself into. But asJames rocked his hips, fucking him leisurely, he couldn’t find it in himself toregret this.

#luvvswrittng #stuckony #prompt fill #mob au #cops au #bottom tony #attempted assassination #short one #i'm back??? #am i BACK #i dont know #lemons

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Shi-Toyu Called Me Out

since @shi-toyu came at me with this post I decided to steal a section and write it for them. Hope you like it Love, we’re too far down the rabbit hole now. Also I really hope you get to see the movie, you’re going to love them even more after you do.

“Sir! There’s an intruder!”

Tony nearly fell of his chair at JARVIS’s frantic voice. It’s been so quite lately…

“What do you–” Tony stood up and felt something move beside him. But that shouldn’t be possible, “–mean?

As if he was stuck in a dramatic movie scene, he turned to see this – this thing standing right next to him. It’s jet black, ink-like body stood at least a meter taller than him. The eyes were cloudy grey slits and held no expression. Rows of teeth, sharp and huge opened to reveal a slimy red tongue that twisted in front of him.

“hELlo ToNy.”

As soon as the creature spoke his name his hands moved to call his suit using his bracelets.

…His wrist are bare. Panicked he looked down to see his greatest fear. His iron man bracelets weren’t there.

Right now he was alone with an alien creature and no protection.

He couldn’t breathe.

“helLO?”

It reached for him, giant claw like hands moving to grab him.

It’s almost funny how well gravity and panic worked together because as soon as it touched him he was falling back and scrambling away.

Everything was moving too fast and not moving at all. His body moved on its own yet he couldn’t get his breath back.

His back connected with something and he turned, were there more aliens? Did they come back?

He killed them! With the nuke, he hit the mother ship and stopped the army.

You know there’s more out there.

But he did it, they won. Steve said so.

Just because you ‘won’ the battle doesn’t mean you won the war.

No.

They’ll come back.

No – NO!

“–ony! Listen to–”

You’ll lose.

NO!

They’ll die. All of them.

NO! PLEASE!

“–breathe, come on! Ton–”

You let them die.

“NOOOOOOOOO–”

“TONY!”

Familiar hands grabbed his shoulders, snapping him out of his panicked state.

“Tony breathe!” Right that’s a thing humans do. Tony choked and coughed as his body tried to remember how to function properly. Eyes watering and fumbling to hold on to the person in front of him. It took him a moment to calm down and even then he was still shaking.

“God Tony, I’m so sorry. I knew something like this would happen! Fuck, this is all my fault.”

Tony should be excused for not getting it right away but then again…he is a genius.

“Wait a minute, are you trying to tell me you’re that – that…” He couldn’t even give a name to what he saw.

But Eddie, his boyfriend – are they even still together? – just hung his head guiltily.

“Yeah.”

Quite honestly Tony didn’t know what to think but he needed answers now before he end up having another panic attack.

“Explain.”

It’s complicated. Eddie Brock was Eddie fucking Brock and found himself as a permanent hose to this alien symbiote – thing.

“I can’t believe this happened to you…”

“You can’t blame me, I mean I am dating Iron Man.” Tony couldn’t help the feeling of relief at hearing Eddie say they’re still a couple. But it was short lived and instead he decided to glare down his reckless reporter boyfriend. “Too soon for jokes?”

Tony agreed, nodding his head, “Too soon.”

The air filled with silent awkward tension and Eddie tentatively asked, “…Should I leave?

Tony looked past Eddie at the far wall behind him, “I wish you wouldn’t.” He hated doing this, being weak. But he already had a full panic attack so he might as well go for broke. Looking down at his hands and seeing little indentations from squeezing his hands into fists, he tried again. “I…” God why was this so hard to say? His throat closed up and made it hard to speak past the sudden lump there, “missed you…and I thought – I thought you didn’t want me anymore. That maybe you moved on and didn’t know how to let me down.”

“Tony…”

“Please don’t leave.”

Eddie didn’t leave.

And neither did Venom.

“You’ve been eating a lot.”

“Venom has high metabolism so I’m hungry almost all the time.”

Tony watched Eddie ravage the kitchen for food. “…Does he have a preference?”

“Tater tots.” Tony blinked in surprised as Brock paused in his search to tell him how serious Venom’s addiction to tater tots is. “Oh yes! Peaches!”

The following week the kitchen had a large supply of tater tots and canned peaches. Eddie felt Venom buzz with happiness under his skin.

“WhAT iS this?”

“He’s trying.”

Tony sat in his lab looking over his notes over the past few months. With the help of JARVIS, the genius had been – gathering information on Venom.

From what he could tell of Eddie explaining things, Venom had a twisted innocence about him. Of course there is nothing innocent about wanting to eat people but when your alien to a human’s moral code…it changes things.

So far, from what Tony could tell, Venom is nothing like what he faced in the Battle of New York.

He didn’t destroy stuff. Surprisingly the few times Eddie let him out Venom was careful not to destroy his home (the rest of the city, not so much) With the guidance of Eddie and JARVIS – those videos were still a surprise to watch, Venom was good about only eating hurting ‘bad’ people. For the most part, it seemed that the symbiote was content with learning and being ‘let out to play’ every other night.

Tony’s still not sure of what to make of his boyfriend new addition.

“Why don’t you try talking to him Sir?”

“Don’t rush me I’m getting there.”

He pulled up a picture of Venom and really looked at him. The symbiote in his full form, all tall and encompassing Eddie body and turning them into this giant being. Then he turned and looked at the little snake head that formed out of Eddie’s back so that the symbiote could physically as well as verbally tease his boyfriend. The scene they made reminded him of Johnny Knoxville in the Men in Black movie and made him laugh. He checked his hands, no shaking.

“Power down for me?”

“As you wish Sir.”

Taking a calming breath Tony pulled away from his desk and went to find his boyfriend.

Eddie was passed out on the couch…perfect.

Sitting down on the couch beside the sleeping man Tony took a chance, “Venom…can we talk?”

Almost as soon as he finished speaking Venom’s black inky matter started to form over Eddie’s chest. “hi toNY.”

“H-Hi.” It was surreal sitting here talking to the symbiote. Since their first “meeting” and Eddie’s explanation they never talked about the alien. “Is Eddie hearing this?”

Venom’s snake head turned briefly to look at the slumbering man, “No hE Is slEepiNG.”

“Okay, um good.” He had no idea what to say.

“toNy?” He looked at the mini Venom, “Are yoU aFRaID of ME?”

“No I – I don’t think so…” Tony swallowed around the lump in his throat and tried again, “I was but I don’t think I am anymore.” His hands are still steady in his lap so he pushes on, “Venom you’re not hurting Eddie right? You’ll protect him?”

“i NEEd hIM, goOd HOsT. hE’s…nICE And I PRoTecT mY huMAn.”

“Good, he needs it.” Tony smiled fondly looking past Venom at Eddie.

“…TOny My hUmAN?”

Tony was shocked and surprisingly not terrified by the alien trying to claim him. “Oh – I mean yeah, sure, if you need an endless supply of tater tots – I’m your guy.”

Venom’s snake head form stretched further up to nuzzle against his cheek, “MiNE.”

#luvvswrittng #for shi-toyu #shi's headcanon #i'm just stealing a scene #StarSymBrock #venom teddy #ironvenom #Tony x Eddie x Venom #Tony Stark x Eddie Brock #new ship #rare pairing #rare ship #tony has a panic attack #venom wants to be friends

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Okay I got two for yah cause I can't help myself mostly cause this one is hysterical and I had to: Tony going "Eat. My. Furry. Ass." cause he maybe a werewolf, but hes trying not to be scared (scary movie, hauted house you choose) here and Bucky also a werewolf (horny alpha to tonys omega mayhaps?) pops out of no where with an enthusiastic "Sure I'd love to, name the time and place." Tony squeaks/screams cause he's startled and turns bright red. Part 1

I’m actually holding onto Part 2 for now, but here’s the first request. Hope you like it.

Tony shifted and took off into the woods. If he wasn’t soangry he’d probably be enjoying the wind in his fur. He’d normally be runningfor fun, to stretch his legs in a way humans will never experience.

Not this time. This time…he was running away, in anger, infrustration…in hurt. He was arguing with Howard again. His father was – isdisappointed with him. Twenty years old, living in his omega prime and livingwithout a mate.

Most werewolves were sniffing around in their teens, matingoff at the young age of eighteen…but not Tony.

It’s not that he hasn’t tried. Rhodey, Pepper…Steve, but none worked out. His fatherwas freaking out. Talk had started in the village, word that the pack leader’somega son would grow without a mate. Whowould take care of the pack without an alpha successor? Omega Anthony is quitebeautiful yet no one has mated him. He’ll be too old to find a proper matesoon. What’s wrong with AlphaHoward’s son?

With all the gossip floating in the air, right into Howard’skeen ears, his father began questioning him.

‘You need to tryharder son’ turned into negotiationswith the Wayne pack and how they were willingto set up a meeting. Their young alpha was coming of age and was not mated yet.Howard spoke of how this could be a good “trade” which set Tony off. Angry andembarrassed Tony jumped from his seat. Attempting to defend himself…it wasn’tlong before they were in a heated argument, shouting at one another until theygrowled. Tony had caught the distress look on his mother’s face when Howardturned away from him. It filled him with guilt, splashed water on the burningflame of his temper. He hated when they upset her. He was ready to back down,submit for the sake of peace…but then Howard spun on him.

“God Anthony, why can’t you just be normal like everyoneelse!”

The silence that fell over the home could have rivaled thedead. The three Stark’s stood in stunned silence.

Howard scrambled to fix his mistake, “Anthony – Tony Ididn’t mean –” Tony didn’t stick around to hear the rest. He rushed out theback door, shifting as soon as he was outside. His father called to him but itfell on deaf ears.

Instead, it rangin his ears, on repeat like the moon’s cycle…normal.

He knew – he’salways known that he was different from the rest. Omega males, possible andhave happened before but the rarest among werewolves. An abnormal occurrence among werewolf packs. He was a late bloomer ineverything but brains. Yes he could read fast or understand things otherscouldn’t but that didn’t matter. Most pups shifted for the first time duringtheir tenth year, got their tails and grew their first coat. Shortly aftertheir sixteenth year they’ll present their second gender.

Tony was thirteen when both happened to him.

It seemed like Tony was always different. He was smaller andweaker than the other pups his age. He was often excluded from games or groups.No one wanted to hang out with the Head Alpha’s son, the runt of the pack.

It was a miracle he ever met Rhodey and Pepper, the only twothat ever gave him a chance. He was lucky that they even tried to hold courtship him. But when neither worked out he’d losthope.

He was just shy of eighteen, most teens his age alreadypaired off when Steve arrived.

Steve was different from the other’s, he wasn’t from theirpack. Tony hoped…Steve was supposed to be the one.

Steve wasn’t the one. They didn’t match where it mattered.

It wasn’t fair! It’snot fair – why? Why did he have tobe different?

“Tony! Wait!” The omega’s ears twitched. That sounded likeSteve. Great.

The dark brown wolf looked at his surroundings. He ran far,past the territory boarder into unfamiliar woods. There’s a waterfall, smallbut flowing into a sizeable creek. Large rocks at the base of the fall. Itseems like a great place to hide away at. Too bad he was about to get someunwanted company.

Tony’s head turned, his eyes sharper now as he took in everylittle detail of the surrounding forest.

The trees and shrub flourished here, probably no packsaround to ruin it. The fall was doing amazing things for the vegetation here.

Tony looked down his snout at his reflection in the ripplingwater. His eyes were still to rounded, the brown in the glint a rich gold andhighlighting another one of his differences. It made him growl.

“Tony!” The omega turned just in time to see his alphafriend break through the rough shrub. Steve’s coast is an off white color.Looking like the lightest shade of yellow in the right sunlight. His paws largeand his fangs longer, he made for an intimidating wolf. With his huge staturehe’s probably the biggest wolf of the pack…an eye-catching Alpha with andwithout the fur.

He turned away, “What Steve?”

“You can’t just take off like that, especially so far fromthe territory. What if something happened to you?”

Tony barely held in a snarl, “I’m sure it’d be a blessing indisguise.”

“Tony! Don’t say stuff like that!” Steve whined, “Especiallyabout yourself.” The alpha moved closer, whimpering. Tony took a step back tomatch every step Steve took. It only made Steve whine louder, taking on a highpitch that hurt Tony’s ears. At least he stopped trying to get close. Tony wasglad, he ran out of room and his tail was brushing against a bush. “Tonyplease, this isn’t safe. Let’s head back.”

“…no.”

“Tony–”

“No.” He took another step back and could feel leaves andlittle branches poking his backside.

“Come on, smarty pup. Stop being stubborn, I’m sure Howarddidn’t mean–”

“Fuck you Rogers.” He growled.

“Tony don’t be rude.”

“Eat. My. Furry. Ass.”

They were at a standoff, staring each other down, neitherwilling to back down. In the moonlight blue eyes glared down his shimmeringgold, unmoving in the face of the stubborn omega, Tony unyielding…

Until something nipped his rear end.

Tony yipped and leaped about a foot in the air towardsSteve. The alpha was confused by the sudden scare and tensed in anticipation.

As soon as Tony’s paw touched the ground he spun around tosee a snout peeking out of the edge of the bush line. Everything else hidden bythe green shrub.

“What the hell!?” Tony and Steve shrieked in unison.

The barely visible snout grinned in a way that revealed mostof the wolves’ sharp teeth.

Slowly a dark grey wolf, bigger than Steve came out of thebushes. I’d love to, just name the time and place my dear sweet omega.”

“Who the hell are you–”

“Bucky?”

“Who the hell is Bucky? Steve you know this wolf?”

“He does…” the strange alpha – Bucky – spoke, steppingcloser and sniffing him. Or at least trying to, Tony was keeping some distancebetween them. “But I’d much rather get to know you Omega.”

“My name is Tony.”

Bucky moved fast, getting in his face that Tony ended up onhis butt backed into a bolder. “HelloTony.”

“H-Hi.”

“Buck what the hell are you doing here?” Oh look, it wouldseem Captain Alpha decided to come back from his little trip to the moon inserthimself in their conversation.

Tony’s eyes didn’t leave the grey-blue ones of the new alphastill in his face. But when a pink tongue came out and licked his snout, hewent a little crossed-eyed.

“Finding a mate.”

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Tony stealing everyone's clothes because they're comfy and you can't tell him what to do. (STOP LAUGHING STEEBE I AM NOT A DWARF YOIR JUST A FUCKING TITAN)

Your Clothes Are My Clothes

Summary: Tony’s tendency to steal clothes sparks two very different reactions from the resident super soldiers.

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Bucky stared at Tony, who is wearing his favorite hoodie. It’sthe red one he bought when he first moved in, the one that’s soft, warm andjust light enough that it doesn’t make him feel like he’s overheating. It’s bigtoo, fits perfectly over his metal arm…and it’s currently on Tony. The genius isstanding at the stove, cooking something while Bucky stares at him.

Iron Man looks like a small child wearing his hoodie. The redreaches all the way down to his thighs and the sleeves either slide down hisarm or cover his hands. Tony turned to grab something and spotted Bucky out ofthe corner of his eye.

“Hi Buck-a-boo!” Bucky stared at him before bursting intotears. “BUCKY!” Horrified by the super soldiers sudden tears Tony twisted theknob on the stove, not wanting to burn down his kitchen…again. “What’s wro–”

Big strong arms wrapped around him and pulled him close.Tucking him under Bucky’s chin as the man sobbed into his hair.

“JARVIS!”

“Yes, Mr. Barnes?”

“WHY IS HE SO PRECIOUS!?” Tears streamed down Bucky’s cheeksas he rubbed his face into Tony’s soft hair. He hugged him close and tucked thesmaller man into his body, trying to shield him from the evils of the world.

Tony Stark was beyond confused but maybe a side effect ofseventy years being brainwashed made a man unreasonably emotional. Tony didn’thave a clue. But he did know that Bucky’s break down wasn’t going to endanytime soon so he buckled down, accepted his fate, and rubbed the big man’sback.

That’s how Natasha found them a few minutes later. “What’sgoing on boys?” She could only see Tony’s socked feet and it made her smile. Of course Tony Stark couldn’t even wearmatching socks. Bucky had his back to her but she could tell the man was smotheringthe smaller one.

Bucky turned, pushing Tony forward to display him toNatasha, “Look Natalia, he’s so small and it’s–” He grabbed the edges of hishoodie on Tony, “it’s so big on him. I can’t Natalia, they’ll hurt him like thedirty bastards they are.” He tears were silent now as they streamed down hisface. He quickly pulled Tony back into the safe haven that was his arms. Tonyheld on to Bucky’s forearms, he wasn’t sure why Bucky was quite literallyfreaking out on him.

The genius looked to Natasha for answers, cocking his headand begging with his eyes for her to explain this to him. She just lookedsympathetic, “Yasha he’s a big boy, in fact, he’s Iron Man. Aren’t you Antonio?”

Tony felt like he was more confused than when this littleepisode happened, “…I am.”

“See, stop your fretting Yasha. If you must, go cuddle onthe couch and keep him protected from all those bastards, I’ll bring somethingto drink.”

Bucky sniffled before picking Tony up and marching him intothe living room. Once they were far enough from the kitchen that they wouldn’thear her Natasha laughed.

“Miss Romanov?”

“Yes JARVIS?”

“What was that?”

Natasha looked to one of JARVIS’s security cameras, “ThatJARVIS, was Tony Stark awakening every protective big brother bone in JamesBarnes body.”

After that incident Bucky had taken on the role of bigbrother to Tony very seriously. Glaring down any man or woman that looked athim with greed in their eyes, scaring them away like a father with his shotgun. He teased the genius, ruffling his styled hair until he squawked at himfor messing it up. He’d drag him out for fresh air when he became a hermit crabfor too long. Bucky generally became an all-around mother hen to Tony and thegenius was thriving with the attention. Growing up and only child to businesstycoon Howard Stark and socialite Maria Stark, he was very lonely. So to havesomeone suddenly become his big brother, mom, and dad all at once was overwhelming but awesome.

And then Steve’s shirt happened.

Tony had gotten into the other’s clothes again, taking whathe wanted as he pleased when he saw Steve’s blue checkered shirt in the pile ofclean clothes. The blonde occasionally wore it sometimes but not enough that he’dnotice it missing. Even if he did notice, Tony didn’t care. He wanted it.

He was wearing it a few days later after a very longworkshop binge when Steve caught him.

Steve had actually been making his way downstairs in searchof the wayward genius. So he was completely caught off guard when he turned thecorner to see Tony stumbling towards him in his shirt. It was the blue one he’dbeen looking for. It was so big on Tony and deargod it covered his hands!

Tony rubbed at his tired eyes, hands covered in blue. Hedidn’t notice how lifting his arm raised the shirt so more of his thighs wereon display. Steve’s eyes immediately focused in on the creamy skin beingrevealed along with a pair of black booty shorts. All of the blood in the supersoldier went south, bring his little (not little at all) soldier to attention.

Steve moved, boxing Tony against the wall and crowdingclose.

“Steve?”

“God Tony, look at you. My shirt – it makes you look so – sosmall.”

“Fuck you Rogers! Not all of us can be jacked like a fuckinglumberjack, you–”

“Can I kiss you?”

Tony almost bit his tongue his mouth slammed shut soquickly. “Wha…umm…”

“Can. I. Kiss. You?” Steve was staring at him, blue eyes shiningwith so much intensity. Tony’s wanted him for so long…who knew? All I had to do was wear the man’s clothes…“Can I?”

“Y-yes, please.” Steve lips were right there, so close allTony had to do was tilt his head up the slightest bit–

“STEVEN GRANT ROGERS STEP AWAY FROM THE SMALL MAN OR SO HELPME–!”

Tony nearly jumped out of his skin. He and Steve both turnedto see Bucky at the end of the hall looking pissed off and dangerous. He didn’tsee it but Steve grinned very evil like at Bucky. “No.” If this was a cartoonTony is positive steam would be blowing out of Bucky’s ears. But this wasn’t acartoon. It was a deadly standoff between two highly advanced super soldiers.Tony’s eyes bounced back and forth, watching to see who would make the firstmove…Steve did. Throwing Tony over his soldier like a sack of potatoes he tookoff running. “HE’S MINE!”

“GET BACK HERE YOU LITTLE SHIT! I’LL BREAK EVERY SINGLE ONEOF YOUR DIRTY LITTLE FINGERS!!!!”

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Kidnapping, ironpanther

“Mr. Stark, please come with us.” Tony turned to glare atthe man that was ushering him onto a big, metal, foreign looking plane…thing.

“You say “please” as if I’m getting some sort of choice inthe matter!” His hands were tied together for fucks sake! This whole thing wasbecoming a nuisance. He’s Tony fucking Stark and he was getting kidnappedagain. He’d been minding his own business too, walking the streets and daydreaming about a sexy Wakandan King when he was latched onto and dragged into avan that took off the second his feet left the side walk.

It’s a shame, he really like this outfit.

His guard had gotten quiet but spoke up when Tony had gottenall sad looking. “Mr. Stark. Let’s speed this along?”

“Fine, whatever, I’m going.” He made his way up the steps,keeping his bitching to under his breath. He didn’t really want to get punched inthe face or anything. Once he got up into the jet, he was guided to a plushseat and buckled in with his ‘guard’ sitting beside him.

With him and his kidnappers secured in their seats the plane– jet – thing took off into the skies. “Do I get an itinerary or…?”

His guard turned to him and smiled pleasantly, “Don’t worryMr. Stark, we’ll only be in the air for a short time before we arrive.”

Tony scuffed and rolled his eyes, he’s quite sure theirdefinitions of “short time” didn’t match with his. Annoyed, bored, and trappedTony decided he didn’t care, he was taking a nap.

Sometime later he was woken up by his guard and guided offthe jet thingy into another van. Still drowsy from his nap, head restingagainst his guards shoulder, Tony mentally reflected on this kidnapping. Sofar, if he had to rank all his kidnappings this one would be at the top formost ‘pleasant’ under the circumstances. Of course he didn’t like random peoplegrabbing him and taking him to undisclosed locations without his permission orconsent but compared to how other times…this was the best. Far from a bombgoing off in his face or chloroform over his mouth. But none the less, akidnapping is still a bad and very illegal thing.

During his slight trip down memory lane, they arrived at whereverthey’d been planning to keep him.

Tony looked up and took in the large mansion he was beingescorted into, it’s a shame I’m going toblow this place up. From the quick glance he got, the mansion was big andbeautiful. Modern style with wide expansive windows. But he didn’t have time toenjoy the interior as he was lead inside.

Down the hall and up the stairs he was lead into a poshlooking office. The chair behind the desk was turned to the windows so therewas a fifty-fifty chance someone was sitting in it.

He was ‘guided’ by his guard to stand before the desk at arespectable distance and then…they left. His guard and the other two lackeysthat tagged along just put him in place and then walked out the door withoutanother thought. Weirdest. Kidnapping. Ever.Normally someone would stand in the room or stand by the ‘boss’ while he wastold why he was here.

His back was turned to the desk, half turned to look at thedoor while he gaged if there were guards outsidethe door when movement and a very familiar voice spoke behind him. “HelloAnthony.”

Tony almost lost his balance we he spun around to starestunned at the sexy chocolate man that been occupying his thoughts right beforethis whole kidnapping business went down.

“T’Challa!”

The King just smirked at him from his seat in the big fancychair behind the desk. Hands resting comfortably in his lap.

“What the hell! You got someone to kidnap me? Did you losemy number or suddenly forget how to work all that fancy tech back home!? Arethose people even bad guys? What if I’d hurt them? T’Challa I was planning toblow this place up! Oh my god is this even your mansion?”

His royal highness didn’t even blink, “You said to ‘spicethings up’ if I recall correctly…”

Tony stared at the other man in complete astonishment, ziptied hands still clasped in front of him. “So you kidnapped me!?”

“Ah yes, I did come across this thing called ‘role play?’ Itseemed like a fun idea.”

They both fell quiet, T’Challa waiting out the other manwhile Tony questioned why he was in a relationship with this man. When thesilence stretched into awkward and tense areas T’Challa attempted to check onhis boyfriend, perhaps he’d gone too far… “Anth–”

“I’m going to smack you.”

“What?”

“We are going to finish this scene, I’m going to experiencethe best orgasm ever and then I’m going to smack you.”

It took a moment, T’Challa looked at Tony, Tony blinkedback. But then T’Challa laughed, rising from his chair to circle the desk andlean against the front. His laughter died out as he dragged his lover closer, “Verywell Mr. Stark, we have a deal.”

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Thor’s Got This

Something @ash339273-blog pitched to me yesterday. Sorry for the delay sweetie. Hope you like it!

Tony would like to put it on the record, it was not a fight…it was an argument. He and Steve had gone to buy something for Thor. It was a secret and the fucking paparazzi just had to follow them and ruin everything.

Tony and Steve were walking down the street, trying to figure out what they were going to buy when Steve opened his big ass mouth. “It’s not our fault you’re so damn small.”

Tony spun on Steve so fast the big blonde jerked back so he wouldn’t run into the genius. “Fuck you just say to me Rogers?” Now this is where people would assume Steve “goody to shoes” Rogers would flush in embarrassment and attempt to stutter out an apology. But they didn’t know the real Steve.

Instead of doing what everyone expected of Captain America, the fucking shit grinned and leaned down to talk to Tony on ‘his level.’

“I think you heard me just fine short stack.” Tony glared at Steve.

“Fight me bitch.” Of course, Rogers who never backs down from a fight squared up. Putting his hands up both men circled each other in the street, faking smacks and egging each other on with slight insults.

When Steve faked a snatch for his arm Tony quickly smacked his hand away. Not one to be one upped Steve dove in for a tap on his arm and hip. Tony went for his chest, getting him dead center with a light punch between his pecs.

Steve dipped low and slapped his thigh. “Ow! Fuck Steve!”

“What? You hit my chest.”

“Your big ass hand fucking hurt and I barely hit your damn man boobs.” Irritated and thigh stinging Tony turned around and marched away. Not caring if Steve followed behind or not.

Two hours later the media was in a frenzy about their “fight” and people were already picking sides for the “inevitable” break-up. A majority of people were hoping ‘Stony’ survived and that it wasn’t as serious as the media painted it. Cap fans were already spitting all over Tony’s good names with Iron Man friends defending him left and right. It was a shit show.

But most of all it left the god of thunder very confused. And that’s how Clint found him.

“Hey Hasselhoff, what’s wrong?” Thor decided to ignore the nickname and instead focused on the TV and tablet in front of him.

“They say that Anthony and Steven are fighting but I know this is incorrect.” Clint hummed to show he was listening but was actually diving deep into the twitter war that was raging right now. “Indeed, I just caught Steven feeling Anthony up in the hall 10 minutes ago. The only tension between them right now is sexual.”

“Too much info dude.” Clint briefly glared at his team mate before checking what TMZ had to say about this.

“I must take to social media to correct this misunderstanding.”

Clint couldn’t help it, he laughed. “Ha! Good luck with that.”

“Thank you Clinton, farewell!”

Thor took to social media with his lovers approval.

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Don’t Assume You Know

Prompt: I finally watched Wonder Woman today and am over the moon about the thought of her and Tony either romantically or even just as a friendship. I’d like to prompt you with someone being rude/mean to Tony and Diana losing her SHIT.

P.S. You’re super lovely and I always enjoy seeing your posts!

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Surprisingly, they met at a photoshoot. Diana was there to do a cover on the Smithsonian. They asked her to come in and do a preview of the article and to ask if they could include her in the piece. Even though she had already politely declined.

“Please Miss Prince, you’d make a lovely addition to the article.” Mr. Roberts attempted to plead with her one more time. He was a nice gentleman in his forties, his hair graying at the edges. But his eyes gleamed with a vision for her behind his round wire framed glances.

Diana held back a sigh, “Thank you Mr. Roberts, I’m truly flattered. But again, I must decline.” She could tell he wanted to push the issue further but just barely held his tongue. He would be fine. Once the next pretty face walked past him he’d forget all about her.

“Such a shame, if you ever decide to change careers, please,” he grabbed a business card from his desk and held it out to her, “call me.”

Reluctantly she took the card, “I’ll keep that in mind.” Smiling politely she rose from her seat and made her exit out the editor’s office.

She knew the only reason they asked her out here was because they wanted to convince her to model for them. But Diana wasn’t the model type, she preferred her seclusion. Staying tucked away in museum away from the eyes of the public. It’s where she belonged.

Diana made to leave the magazine’s office building when a small commotion caught her attention. She stopped and wondered down an adjacent hall. At the end of the hall there’s an open room, the doors wide open and a group of girls swarming a man. A beautiful man.

He was on the smaller side, standing probably an inch or two smaller than him. Brown fluffy hair and mess since one of the girls kept running her fingers through it. His skin has a natural tan color that made his brown eyes shine and sparkle. Although it was hard to see because another girl kept brushing blush or concealer over his cheek bone. Blocking Diana’s view or causing the man to shut his eyes against the assault.

When the makeup artist finally moved aside Diana was able to see the rest of the man. His face held an interesting mustache and beard combination. Framing his full pink lips perfectly in (if she remembered correctly) a van dyke style.

He wore a black long sleeve shirt that was one size to big. Hanging loose around his collarbones and covering the palms of his hands. He was sitting on a wooden stool but she could see his pants were baggy and black as well. On his feet he had plain white sneakers. Over all, he was adorable.

“Mr. Stark, look here for me.”

Her eyes widen, she could see it now. That was Tony Stark.

Mr. Stark turned on the stool looking at the photographer. Legs slightly spread with one bent and the other stretched down to the floor. His hands held onto the edge of the stool between his legs. The photographer practically cooed at him, praising him and directing him to make subtle moves and faces as the camera flashed. A few times Stark laughed at the photographers antics, making his face light up in a beautiful smile. Diana was memorized.

Then their eyes locked. Tony looked up and past the photographer, right at Diana. He froze momentarily, looking at her as she stood there. She watched him take her in, from her hair which she wore loose. Long, brown, and wavy hair framed her face and stretched past her shoulders. Eyes followed the length of her green dress that stopped right below her knees and then finished at her white heels.

When his eyes bounced back up to her face and saw her smiling at him, he blushed and looked away. The photographer went crazy and the girls squealed on the sidelines. Diana couldn’t help basking in the feeling of making one of the world’s sexiest bachelors (as multiple magazines claimed) blush.

“Disgusting.” The quiet sneer beside her shocked the feeling right out of her.

“Pardon?”

A little louder this time, the blonde lady beside him gestured at Stark, “It’s disgusting, the way Stark plays women left and right.” She was glaring at Mr. Stark and Diana turned back to him just in time to see hurt flash across his face. The photographer was taking a break from snapping pictures, briefly glancing through the ones he’d already taken and Stark had stood from his seat. Coming closer to where Diana stood with the blonde lady which is why he probably heard what they woman said. “Trust me girl, you don’t want to go near someone like that. He’s just like the rest of these trash fuck boys.”

Diana was astounding by this woman. The nerve of people these days, it filled her with anger on Stark’s behalf. “Who are you to say such things?”

Now it was the lady’s turn to be surprised, “What?”

“Has Mr. Stark personally wronged you?

“No, but he has a reputation–”

“And?” Diana was furious, this woman was just walking around slandering a man she knew nothing about. “Just because one person says something doesn’t make it true. If you personally don’t know Mr. Stark who are you to decide who he is and walk around slandering his name and personality. If anything I’d say you were disgusting for walking around talking about someone like that. It’s rude. Consider using your time more wisely in the future and fix your own personality.”

Leaving the woman shocked speechless she turned and walked away. Nothing bothered her more than how people were so quick to judge and execute negative opinions on one another. Why did everyone hold so much hate in their hearts? That thought briefly made her think of Ares but she shock off the thoughts of him.

She was almost at the exit when she heard someone call for her.

“Wait! Miss–” She stopped and turned to see Stark trying to catch up to her.

“Mr. Stark?” He stopped in front of her and she vaguely realized the in her heels she was much taller than him.

“Thank you!”

“What for?”

“I – I saw was you did back there. Defending me against that lady…you didn’t have to do that. So thanks.” Stark was awkwardly avoiding her eyes, preferring instead to stare at his feet. His hands were clasped in front of his self, fingers fiddling with his sleeves nervously. That woman was wrong to judge him and realistically Stark didn’t have to chase her down and thank her, but he did.

Stepping forward to close the space between them Diana brought her hands up. Gently she cradled his head, holding him in place as she leaned forward to place a kiss on his forehead. “You are very welcome Mr. Stark.” When she leaned back she could see the blush had returned. It looked even better up close. Faintly she heard him say something but couldn’t quite make out what it was, “Hmm?”

He looked up at her, hands still cupped around his ears, “T-Tony. Please, call me Tony.”

“You’re welcome, Tony.”

His smile was bright and beautiful. “Can I take you to dinner?”

Normally she would decline, keeping herself as unattached as possible. But something about him was addicting and she couldn’t find it anywhere in her soul to say no, “I’d love dinner.” She pulled out her phone and let him enter his number. “I look forward to speaking with you later Tony.”

“I – uh, same.” Smiling she turned to leave but his hand shot out and grabbed hers, “Wait! I don’t…I don’t know your name.”

“Diana. Diana Prince.”

“Diana…I like it. Bye Diana.”

“Goodbye Tony.”

Walking up to the restaurant she could see Tony standing outside wait for her but he was facing the other direction so all she could see was his back. They had agreed to meet up at a small family own Italian place that wasn’t too far from Diana’s house.

She checked her watch, she was a few minutes early. It made her wonder how long Tony had been waiting for her. He was wearing black jeans that fit him perfectly, a complete change from when she’d first seen him. And from what she could tell, his shirt was a maroon button up with matching sneakers.

She’s glad her outfit wasn’t overdone. Her white blouse, dark blue jeans and brown heel boots were comfortable and causal enough for their date. Today she wore her hair up in a ponytail since it was too hot to let it rest on her neck. “Hi Tony.” Hearing her voice he spun around and she was surprised to see him holding a white rose. “What’s that?”

“I got it for you. I just – wanted to get you something. It meant a lot to me for you to come out with me tonight and I wanted to get you something. I think it compliments your natural beauty.” He held out the rose, gaze looking right past her and blush faint on his face.

“Thank you Tony, it’s lovely.” She took the flower, bringing it close to hide her smile behind and smell. Tony finally looked eyes with her and beamed at her. She reached for his hand, “Come on, I’m getting hungry.”

Dinner was just as good. The food was tasteful and well made. They decided to forego any alcohol, Tony expressing he’d hope they could stroll through the park afterwards and so they stuck to water. Conversation was easy, picking up and dropping topics as they ate. When the bill came Tony paid. Diana attempted to pay her portion but he insisted that he would pay since he had asked for the date. If she wanted to pay she would have to ask him out.

Afterwards, they left the restaurant hand in hand. Diana’s rose held in her free hand. Arriving at the park they walked the path, asking each other questions to get to know one another. When they got to an opening with a  pond and benches Tony lead her over to an empty spot.

“Wait here.” Making sure Diana was sitting on the bench and not going to go anywhere Tony jogged away out of sight.

Diana was pleasantly surprised. She’d never really been on a date before but she was enjoying her time with Tony. He was cute, going from smooth and charming to fumbling and nervous in a heartbeat. He was sweet, asking her about her interest and then pitching in what he knew of the topic. When it came up how many languages she knew he tested her. Bouncing between languages and when she spoke in a few he didn’t recognize he was amazed. Asking her where they came from and asking her to teach him a few words. Then when she mentioned the Smithsonian he mentioned a few pieces of art he held a love for.

It was refreshing, learning about Tony Stark and learning that he was nothing like the world thought of him. It made her think about how wrong that woman had been in her assumptions.

Twirling the rose she thought about asking Tony on a date when she saw the man returning. “Where’d you go?”

He stood in front of her, panting a little bit but smiling happily. “They have duck food dispensers and I’ve always wanted to do this.” He took her free hand, dropping little pebbled food in her hand. “Hold these, I’m going to see if I can lure some over here.” He went over to the pond where a few ducks and swans were swimming and laying about. “Here duckies!” Dropping so pebbles he slowly backed up until he had a few trialing after him.

Once he was by the bench again he sat down next to her and together they fed the ducks. It was peaceful, “You know…” Diana turned to look at Tony who’s gaze stayed on the ducks, “my aunt used to call me Ducky when I was little.”

Diana couldn’t help it this time, she squealed in delight.

After that day, Tony’s name was permanently changed to Ducky in her phone.

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Female Tony Stark and Winteriron

I totally stole this from Instagram. Here you go Love

Toni was leaning against James while they watched a movie.Honestly she couldn’t tell you what they were watching, James had been flippingthrough channels when she came up and got comfortable on him. On top of that,she was barely paying attention, tired from a long day and little sleep shewasn’t even watching the screen. She just wanted to be with her boyfriend andrelax. So she did, hands messing with his bigger ones and letting her mindwander when she thought of something.

“My mom would have loved you.”

She didn’t really mean to say it. She’d been thinking it andthen did the thing where she voices her thoughts. So she completely missed thesad look that overcame her boyfriend. She also missed how he gazed down at her,thoughts racing in his head faster than she was falling asleep.

The following weekend the weather was beautiful for earlyfall. It hadn’t rained in two days and they weren’t expecting any for anotherthree. The sun peaked through clouds and the breeze was comfortable. Buckyscared the shit out of her when he did his freaky assassin thing.

Standing on the balcony, enjoying some sun on her face whileshe sipped at her second cup of coffee…Bucky appeared.

“Hey doll.”

Toni jumped and cursed under her breath. After a year of livingtogether and a little after six months of dating, James ‘Winter Soldier’ Barnesstill scared her every time! Luckily she managed not to spill any coffee onherself, “Honey, I love you, I do. But if you keep sneaking up on me like this…”She turned and glared up at him, stupidtall people, “…I will throw youoff the top of this building.”

James chuckled at his fiery little bundle of genius that ishis girlfriend. “Come on Toni, we have a date.”

Anger completely forgotten Toni scuttled closer, “We do?”

Smiling Bucky turned back to the balcony door and went toopen it for his girl. “Yes, we do and we don’t want to be late so hurry up.”

Curious and excited to find out what James had planned shehurried inside to get ready to leave. James a couple steps behind her.

James was driving and Toni was struggling not to ask amillion questions. Of course she wanted to ask, where are we going? What’s in the bag? Why did you tell me about thissooner? But she knew James wouldn’t tell her anything so she decided topout until the surprise was revealed.

Looking out the car window she recognized the area and couldeven guess a few places they could be going…but then James would miss the turnor keep driving past the spot. Her mind kept whirling with possibilities andshe could almost feel a question form on her lips when the car stopped.

Surprised she looked at James, who in turn looked at herafter turning the car off, “We’re here.”

“Wait–” She looked outside the car and…this can’t be right.When the soldier moved out of the car she scrambled to get her seat belt undoneand follow him out. “This can’t be the right place. James–”

“Nope, this is the place and we are right on time.” Bucky had grabbed a blanket and the bag fromearlier out of the car and then locked it up. Surprised, she said nothing as herounded the car and grabbed her hand, leading her away. “Come on, this way.”

“Bu – But James, this is a cemetery.”

“I know.”

“Then why are we here?” This was probably the weirdest ideaof date she’d ever been introduced too. Standing in the grass betweenheadstones she silently asked her boyfriend for an explanation. Bucky tried topull her along but Toni wasn’t having it, she needed an answer now.

When Bucky realized she stubbornly refused to move her turnedto her in a silent challenge, “Really?”

“Yes really, what’s going on?”

Bucky was silent for a moment, indulgent smile never waveringwhen he finally broke down and told her. “…We’re here to see your mom.”

“…”

Shocked speechless Toni stared at James, mind lost. Then hereyes traveled over the grounds. It was all so familiar now, the dirt path tothe left, the grand headstone for stood for old man Richardson in the middle ofthe field, and the all too familiar path that led to her parent’s grave. Sheopened her mouth but nothing came out, for once her mind to race to fill itwith a million things.

The smooth metal of her boyfriend’s hand in hers snapped herfocus back to him. He gently squeezed her hand before letting go, he didn’t sayanything and she didn’t either. When he walked away she didn’t follow.

She…she would. She just – needed a second to get her brainback online.

After a moment she was finally able to take a step forwardand finish the small trek to her parents. When she finally made it there Jameshad already laid down a blanket and placed flowers at her mother’s headstone.

Tears gathered in her eyes as she lowered herself down infront of the stone. “Hi Mama.” Being back here…after so long, Toni was gettingchoked up.

James took her hand again, “Toni,” she looked at him, “aregoing to introduce me?”

She coughed on her next breath and had to hold her breath tokeep from sobbing. With her free hand she shakily whipped at her face, a fewtears have escaped down her cheeks.

It took a couple tries but finally she was able to look ather mother’s name, hand clenching Bucky’s flesh one. “Mama, this is James…he’s–”Her eyes looked to him again…and she saw him. His hair was clean, freshly washedand pulled back in a stylish bun that she normally teased him about. His facewas clean, shaved and bare of the normal stubble he didn’t bother to cutregularly. His eyes looked beautiful, a richer blue than the cloudy sky theysat under. She barely realized she was whispering was she said, “He’s the loveof my life.”

The kiss he placed on her temple felt better than theirfirst. And then, with all the love she could ever hold for another human being,she watched him with watery eyes.

“Hello Mrs. Maria, I’m so glad to finally meet you.”

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Clint’s a sore loser and he takes it out on Tony’s ass. This is something I prompted myself I while ago.

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Clint and Tony were enjoying a couple’s long weekend at Tony’s Malibu mansion. They arrived two days ago on Wednesday and spent almost all of that time in the water. If they weren’t surfing down on the private stretch of beach then they were playing in Tony’s pool. At some point yesterday they even had a water balloon fight.

But today neither of them felt like getting wet.

Which is why they were currently hanging out in the kitchen, sitting quietly, bored out of their minds.

Clint was sitting at the island’s counter top. Head resting on his folded arms and empty coffee cup pushed aside. Tony was lounging on the counter by the coffee machine. Back resting on the wall, legs stretched out in front of him, ankles crossed, and coffee pot easily within reach.

“We could go somewhere?” Tony wondered aloud.

Out the corner of his eyes he could see Clint shrug his shoulders. “No.”

“Okay…” Tony’s fingers fiddle with his Stark Industries mug while he stared into the brown liquid. “We could cook something?”

Again Clint shrugged his shoulders, “Eh. Not really hungry.”

Tony wasn’t either. Too used to skipping actual breakfast food in favor of more coffee and lab time. “Video games?”

Clint was already shaking his head no but then he thought about what his boyfriend said. His head popped up in interest. “I’m listening.”

Tony turned and looked at Clint. When his eyes focused in on his lover’s face he immediately had to bite down on his cheek to keep from smiling. Clint had a giant red mark on his forehead from leaning on his arm. It was far too early in the morning for the archer to look that ridiculous. He could feel the skin pulling on his cheeks, wanting to grin but he wasn’t going to. Instead he rolled his lips and sucked his cheeks in trying to stop himself. “Hmm?”

Clint ignored his obvious merriment, “Video games.”

Tony was only faintly smiling now, “Right.” He paused to clear his throat, “I have a theater room here. There’s a bunch of gaming consoles and games in there…”

His sandy blonde boyfriend looked incredulous and slightly irritated with him, “Why am I just now finding out about this!?”

“I don’t know–”

“Well fuck babe, let’s stop wasting time!” With that said he pushed away from the island and took off running down a hall.

Tony had to sigh as he placed his cup down and jumped down from the counter. “JARVIS can you make sure he doesn’t get lost.”

“Would you like me to direct him to the entertainment room?”

He smirked evilly in view of one of JARVIS’ cameras. “Nah, let him figure it out on his own.”

“THIS IS IN YOUR HOUSE?”

“Yes Clinton, honestly there’s no need to shout. I’m literally standing right next to you–”

“IS THAT AN ICEE MACHINE?”

Tony glared at him and crossed his arms over his chest, “Movies are better with a cherry icee…”

“HOW MANY SYSTEMS DO YOU HAV–”

“CLINT.”

“Sorry.” Barton had to physically calm himself down before continuing, “How many gaming consoles do you have?”

Tony looked over at the wall with its multiple screens and system boxes surrounding them. “Almost all of them, new and old.”

“…I think I just popped a boner.”

Tony shoved him aside. “Gross Clint.”

Laughing at his ridiculous boyfriend he walked around the recliners and couches to the TVs. He really did have a lot…Nintendo 64, GameCube, a few Play Stations and Xboxes with an abundance of games to go with them. “So what do you want to play?”

Clint was quick to join him after that and browse the options. He studied them entirely until he stopped on one of the Wii games. “Yes son, we’re about to dance our asses off.” He held up the Michael Jackson Experience.

Tony chuckled at his choice, “Okay. Just don’t get upset when I get all the high scores.”

“Oh whatever twinkle toes, let’s dance!”

Everything, no matter what they played, it seemed like Tony was always winning.

Of course Tony wasn’t kidding about keeping highest score on Michael Jackson. He’s not sure how much experience Tony had playing the game but he moved like he had every step memorized. Thank god Clint had played the game before otherwise he would have looked like a complete fool trying to follow along to the steps. But even songs he was confident he could beat Tony at, like Smooth Criminal or Black and White, he still lost.

At least all the movement got them hungry enough to stop and move onto something else. After ordering in some pizzas they grabbed the GameCube and put in Mario Party 5. But after coming in second to everything they played, Clint in a not so subtle way (he threw the remote down and marched up to the TV to change the game) switched games over to Mortal Kombat. There was no way he’d lose to Tony in this.

Clint watched in a slight daze, hands slack on his controller as Tony’s character, Sub-Zero tore apart his Scorpion avatar.

His brutal defeat was the final straw.

Tony puffed out his chest with pride, “Ah yes, another victory to add to the books. It’s okay dear Clinton, maybe one day you’ll be as good as I–” Clint moved fast, grabbing the abandoned control from the GameCube and tackled Tony to the floor over the pillows they had gathered. With fast efficiency built over years as a spy Clint tied Tony’s hands together with the cord of the controller.

“You little shit! That’s it.”

Tony laughed even as Clint worked his pants over his hips and off his legs, “What are you doing?”

Clint pulled a bottle of lube out of his pocket and slicked his fingers. “You want to be so damn smug…” quickly slicking his finger he pushed one inside of Tony who squeaked at the intrusion, “High score this, first place that. Well I’m ‘bout to turn your ass into a fatality! With my dick!” Even though Clint was clearly pissed off and being a complete sore loser about the whole thing, he took his time prepping Tony. The archer gave him just enough time to adjust before shoving another finger inside of him. It wasn’t really painful but it was definitely rushed and rough.

Tony was very turned on.

Clint must have sensed how much he was enjoying this rough treatment because he cursed at him. “Fuck! Fuck you Tony.” Pulling his fingers out he made quick work of freeing his own erection and positioned it at Tony’s entrance. “Take that!” Without further ado, he shoved home, making Tony’s back bend off the ground and toes curl.

“CLINT!”

He started thrusting almost immediately after he slammed home. Fast and punishing like the game they had been playing. Tony loved it.

“How’s that Tony? How do you like my lethal dick combo?” He rammed his hips forward while tugging his hips closer. Clint adjusted his angle just the slightest so that it pounded into Tony’s prostate on every other thrust.

The genius couldn’t even comment, too caught up on riding the sensations that Clint’s cock was delivering. It wasn’t often that they indulged in something so primal.

If the smirk on his face was anything to go by, Tony’s inability to talk was greatly appreciated by his boyfriend.

Finally, he was on top and he was in charge, Clint thought as he inspected Tony’s debauched self. Head thrown back, moans spilling out of his mouth uncontrollably. Clint bent his head down and bit at Tony’s neck. Marking the clean skin there and worrying the tender flesh until he could work a good hickey into place.

Tony’s tied hands scrambled to find purchase on the back of Clint’s shirt. Desperate to hold on to something as he enjoyed the ride for however long it was about to last. His orgasm was building fast and he could tell the archer was getting close too.

“Clint, Clint, Clint!”

“Yes Tony, that’s it. Come on my cock, come for me.”

He did. Body clenching down around Clint as he shot off like some prepubescent teenager that’s never had sex before. Thankfully Clint wasn’t far behind him, thrusting a few more times before emptying a load inside of him.

They laid there panting and exhausted. Clint on top of him, slowing going soft inside of him as he caught his breath and Tony laid out below him, still tied up.

Once he gathered enough of himself, Tony cracked an eye open and glanced at Clint who had his head turned away.

He smirked, just as planned.

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