When Tony starts going out with Bucky, Bucky gets a shovel talk from Pepper, Rhodey, Bruce, Natasha, Clint, Stephen, Fury and Loki, the last two swearing him to secrecy about it, while Tony only gets a halfhearted talk from Steve who knows Tony wouldn’t do anything to Bucky, but feels obligated to talk to him.
That is a good idea! However, I just want someone to show me some dang love and bring me the food. Its about the effort. I can go make myself a crappy sandwhich. Its just not the same.
Look. Someone better bring me some gosh danged food. Real quick. I will make it worth your while!
the much anticipated second part for the amnesia-related fic.
A wedding ring.
This doesn’t mean that he and Tony are married except that he hasn’t seen Tony with a wedding ring and he hasn’t mentioned a wife and he doesn’t sound like he has a wife and if Rhodey-if Jim had a wife, then wouldn’t he know about her? Wouldn’t they have met by now? He may not know Tony yet, but he doesn’t think that he would be that cruel.
“Friday, don’t,” Jim says, swatting at the air. “What-why did you hide that from me?”
“Sir believed it would be best,” Friday answers, tone almost quieter. “He…wasn’t sure that you would understand.”
“I don’t understand,” he says. “Why would I marry him of all people? He’s not exactly my type.”
“Since I am a learning program, I cannot say for sure. Humans do a lot of illogical things.”
He’s trying to wrap his head around it and avoid Tony at the same time.
Friday won’t let him see any wedding pictures, not until he remembers more.
Even though he’s been (mostly) successful at avoiding Tony for about a week and a half, the man is still so nice.
He’s still operating under the assumption that Jim has no idea that they’re married, and he does stuff like leave out a cup of coffee and offer breakfast up or ask if he wants pizza for dinner.
Jim reads too much into it.
And he doesn’t know why, because it’s not like anything has really changed, except for the fact that Tony won’t call him Rhodey.
Jim gave him permission to, saw how much it killed him with every correction and every reminder. Told him “you can call me Rhodey, if you want.”
And he doesn’t.
Tony never does.
He still almost says it, but Jim is quicker on the tongue, and he doesn’t make a move to try to push any memories at all.
(Even though he remembers how happy Tony was to hear that memory about grocery shopping and Dum-E’s code source.)
He does want to remember. He wants to remember why he apparently married Tony and was genuine about it, why Pepper and him are best friends and never were anything more, why he’s…why he’s so different from what he wanted.
It’s kinda sad to ask at this point but if anyone wants to rp Stony or Pepperony just please message me.
“You’re out of my mind!”
Tony doesn’t even grace that with a snort. “I’ve heard that one before. And you have probably, too.”
“I should’ve listened to them. You have to be out of your mind to ask this of me.”
“Relax, it’s no big deal.”
“You’re asking a nineteen-year-old to be in charge of one of the biggest companies in the world!”
The man shrugs, as if it’s not a big deal. “You’re the only both Pepper and I trust enough to do this.”
Tony and Pepper, the very newlyweds, are supposed to go on a secret honeymoon. Only for a couple of days, because if they vanish from the eye of the public for too long, people might get suspicious. They’re flying to some very small island (Tony said he bought it and Peter isn’t quite sure if the man is joking or not), completely cut-off from society and technology. Well, except for one phone for absolute emergencies like another alien invasion.
To Peter’s enormous surprise, he not only got that emergency phone number, but they also asked him to sit in Tony’s lab at SI (they first suggested Pepper’s office, but the idea freaked him out so much, they quickly decided to come up with a different plan) and the leader of one of the biggest companies in the world (!!!) by proxy.
“You don’t have to make any decisions,” Tony says, trying her best to calm Peter down. “We’ve talked everything through with Pepper’s assistant Ian and there are no major projects going on right now. Your only job is to sit there and decide if the emergency everyone claims to have is actually an emergency or just Sarah from PR just being overly dramatic.”
“Is Sarah from PR often overly dramatic?”
“You have no idea. Next to her, I’m the most down to earth guy you’ll ever meet.”
That’s hard to believe, but there are more pressing matters than Sarah’s dramatic streak. “But what if I make a mistake?”
“Buddy,” Tony says softly, walking over to the couch where Peter is currently having his crisis. Sitting down next to him, he throws his arm around his shoulders, giving him a squeeze. “If you’re worrying about ruining the company-”
“Please don’t say it out loud.”
“-don’t worry about it. I did so much shit in my days as CEO, the company should’ve gone bankrupt at least eleven times. I mean, please don’t see it as a challenge to actually do something that would ruin us, but I don’t have any doubts that everything will be fine.”
“I just… don’t think I’m good enough.”
“You are, Peter. I already told you, there’s no one better for this than you. So? What do you say?”
Peter glances at the man who went from idol to mentor and to something like a father-figure over the last few years. If he says no, Tony and Pepper would most likely cancel their honeymoon, and Peter knows how excited they are for that trip. He can’t be the reason they aren’t going.
“Well… if you’re sure you want me to do it, then… okay, I guess. I’ll do it.”
“Thank you, Peter,” Tony beams, pressing him against his side. “I knew I could count on Spider-Man.” Peter only gives him a shaky smile, already feeling like he’s ready for retirement.
Peter has to hide in Tony’s lab for five days in total. When he first got there, Pepper’s assistance Ian greeted him. They’ve seen each other a couple of times, and in Peter’s eyes, he’s a very competent man – you have to be, if you’re Pepper Stark’s assistance and are keeping up with her demanding schedule.
The first day, Peter doesn’t get interrupted, and he has enough time to work on all of the MIT work he took with him, knowing that there’s no better place to work on his project than Tony Stark’s lab. The second day, he gets interrupted by Ian a couple of times to nod of some documents (Pepper reassured him that he doesn’t have to make decisions, but as their official substitute, he has to give his final okay).
It happens on the third day. He’s elbow-deep in a hologram, working on an engine he has been designing, when Ian stops by once more. “Hey, can you approve this one real quick?”
“Yeah, uh,” Peter says, looking from the hologram to the man. “Can it wait, like, five seconds? It’s just-”
Ian smiles and shakes his head dismissively. “Yeah, no problem. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
Out of the corner of his eye, Peter sees him leave, and a minute later (once he got his hands out of that hologram), he walks over to the table to take a look at the document. Like all the other times, his eyes fly over the page, not really reading it, but he would feel bad to approve them without at least taking a glance at them.
However, when his eyes fly over the calculations, he notices an error. Going back to that line, he takes another look, making sure that he actually read it the right way – he did. The math is still wrong and if he would approve this the way it is right now, it would cost SI a small fortune.
Immediately, a knot forms in Peter’s stomach. Until now, he never told Ian no, but he can’t approve this. What is he supposed to do? Pepper and Tony didn’t prep him for a situation like this. Is this one time sensitive? Is he allowed to find out more about this project? The need to call Tony and ask is almost overwhelming, but he promised to only call in the case of an alien invasion or something similar.
When Ian returns a couple of minutes later to collect the document, Peter still doesn’t know what to do. “Good to go?” the man asks, smile still in place, already reaching for the papers.
Peter gulps. “Actually,” he answers, pulling the stack to himself, “I can’t approve that.”
For a second, Ian stares at him. “What do you mean?”
“There’s a mistake in here and-”
“There’s no mistake, I wrote it myself,” he interrupts Peter, the smile dropping from his face to be replaced by a scowl. “It’s perfectly fine.”
“No, it’s not. I think you might have a simple calculation mistake. If I could just look at the rest of the data-”
“No, you can’t, it’s classified,” he says in an icy voice. “You could sell out trade secrets.”
Peter kind of wants to point out that it would be very dump of Pepper and Tony to appoint him their substitute if they would think there’s even the tiniest chance of him selling out some classified information – and they aren’t dumb people.
However, he bites his tongue. “I’m sorry,” he says, voice firm and pulling the stack all the way to him, “but I can’t approve it. Not like this.”
Ian is very much not happy about it. According to Happy (who stops by to keep him company during his lunch break) he tells everyone who’s listening – and isn’t listening – that Peter obviously has no idea what he’s doing and that he’d only been appointed to this position because Tony has been blinded by his parental love for the boy.
It makes it even worse that Peter actually kinda agrees with him, but it still stings. He might have no clue about how to run a business, but he knows math. And there simply had to be a mistake somewhere in that calculation, and if he could just take a look at the original data, he could figure it out.
But he’s not allowed to. FRIDAY told him that either Pepper or Tony have to give him access (which they didn’t) – or he has to go through Ian. Which is a big no. So, all he does is hide in Tony’s lab, the document in question always at the edge of his field of vision, paranoid that someone (read: Ian) might sneak in to steal it.
Day four gets worse. Ian tries to make Peter approve the paper a couple of times, reminding him that he’s nothing but a place holder until the Starks return and that Ian himself has worked for Pepper for years and never made a mistake. Peter, unable to hold it in, only shrugged and said that there’s always a first time for everything.
After that, Ian actually synched other people on him, like the head of the R&D lab (who wasn’t that interested in getting the paper and spent an hour talking about Peter’s project), someone from HR, and the infamous Sarah who is at the very least just as dramatic as Tony.
But Peter stays strong. Even when Sarah swears this will be the downfall of the US (Peter didn’t quite follow how she came to that conclusion, but she didn’t left any room for questioning her logic) if he doesn’t hand over those papers.
On day five, he decides to channel his inner Tony – lock the door of the lab, turn up the volume of his music, and tells FRIDAY to open the door only in case of emergencies. He’s pretty sure this isn’t really what Tony or Pepper had in mind, but what is that saying? If you’re bad enough at a job, you will never have to do it again? And Peter never wants to be the substitute CEO again.
“What’s going on here?” a voice cuts off his music, and Peter whirls around. He has to blink a couple of times to make sure that Pepper and Tony are actually standing in the lab (both of them wearing hideous Hawaii shirts, which had probably been Tony’s idea). A quick glance to the clock tells him that he’s been in the lab way longer than he noticed. “Is this some kind of parent trick? Are you trying to show me how annoying it is when I’ll do this?”
“If only it would be this easy,” Pepper mumbles, but Peter sees the smile hiding in the corner of her mouth.
“Uh, no,” Peter says, knowing he has to say what’s been going on. “I hid from Ian. And basically everyone else.”
Both Starks pull their eyebrows together. “Ian?” Pepper asks. “Why?”
“Because I didn’t approve this paper. There’s a calculation error, but he didn’t believe me and didn’t let me look at the original numbers to fix it.” He holds out the document to them, and Pepper grabs them, flipping over a few pages until they find part in questions.
Tony cocks his head to the side. “Well, you’re right. Those numbers don’t add up. It would’ve costed SI quite a bit.” Suddenly, a smile breaks out on his face and he stares at Pepper with a look Peter can only describe as love-sick. “Aw, honey, this reminds me of how we met! You threatened to pepper spray Happy! So romantic.”
Peter’s question gets ignored.
Pepper gives her husband a smirk and a kiss against his cheek (Peter can’t wait for this weird honeymoon-phase to wear off and for them to go back to their normal flirty banter, it makes him a lot less nauseous), before flipping the pages back. “I’ll talk to Ian in the morning,” she declares. “That behavior isn’t acceptable.”
“Please don’t fire him or anything,” Peter throws in, suddenly feeling guilty. Yeah, he didn’t really like how the man treated him these past couple of days, but that doesn’t mean he deserves to lose his job.
Before Pepper can answer, Tony only shrugs. “We’ll see. People who act like this when someone points out their mistakes aren’t really that fit for a position like his – or any position, to be honest. Now, how about pizza?”
How do you Solve a Problem like Bucky Barnes: 13
You’re sure this is a dream. You’re going to wake up and still be at the Abby.
“I’m going to kiss you Grace, unless you stop me.” The Ambassador says softly and a moment later he’s true to his word and presses his mouth to yours.
You’re not sure how it happens but suddenly your arms are wrapped tightly around his neck and your body is flush against his. You can feel his heart pounding, or maybe it’s your heart, or maybe it’s both, at this point you don’t know and honestly you don’t care. His lips are soft but demanding, they seem to set you on fire in the best way possible.
“You know when I first started loving you?” He mumbles, pulling away just enough to rest his forehead against yours.
“When you blew the whistle and asked me what my signal was.” You look at him in surprise and he laughs.
“Really.” He confirms with a wide smile before pressing a kiss to your forehead.
“It was when you came home for me. The first time that you heard the children sing.”
“Even after I’d yelled at you?”
“Yes, because you thought you were doing the right thing. You wanted your children raised in a certain way and I completely ignored that.”
“Thank you for that by the way,” he says tightening his hold on you slightly, “I was wrong and if you hadn’t told me so my children would still be miserable.”
“I am sorry I yelled at you.”
“Please don’t be Grace.” He murmurs, “I needed it, my children needed it, and were all better off for it.” You hum softly, “Grace?”
“Is there anyone that I’d need to ask to date you?”
“I think the children should be told but maybe not immediately. You’ll need to tell them about the Baroness and I don’t want to set a bad example for Hope or Scott.”
“You’re right.” He says moving away from you and taking your hand, Bucky leads you into the gazebo and sits down. You join him on the bench, “so maybe we keep this quiet for a month before we tell the children?” He asks and you nod as Bucky’s arm wraps around your back.
“I think that’s a good idea.” You agree leaning your head onto his shoulder. You and Bucky sit quietly, you enjoy being this close to him and his warmth. “I don’t want to act like I’m not in love with you.” You freeze against him, did he just tell you that he loved you?
“I don’t want to pretend either, it’s why I came back after all.”
“Yea, The Mother Superior told me that I needed to come back and face my problems. That the Abby wasn’t a place for me to hide away from my problems.”
“What problem is that?”
“The fact that I was falling in love with a man who was dating someone else.”
“That’s why you ran?”
“The baroness told me I was in love with you and you thought you were with me and it freaked me out. I was here to watch your children, to prepare them for her to be their mother and so I told her I should leave and she agreed-“
“Wait a second.” Bucky says cutting you off, “Natasha knew you were leaving? And why?”
“That liar!” He snarls and for a second you’re afraid you’ve done something wrong, “she acted like she had no idea!”
“But she did the right thing in the end,” you say, you’re not entirely sure why you’re defending her but you feel like someone needs to. “I hold no ill will toward her and I hope you won’t either.”
“You’re so good Grace, so sweet. How can you forgive her for lying and trying to keep us apart?”
“Because it’s what we’re supposed to do. Besides, God has forgiven me for my sins, the least I can do is forgive her for hers.”
“For a long time I prayed for my parents killers to suffer.”
“What?” He looks shocked and it’s only in that moment you realize you’ve never told him about your family.
“My parents were murdered by Hydra when I was a child. They were missionaries and were in the wrong place at the wrong time. Didn’t you think it was odd that I lived in the Abby since I was 12?”
“I’m so sorry Grace. Are you doing alright with their resurgence?”
“I’m not going to lie, it makes me nervous but so far I’m okay.”
“The President and I have been in talks about sending the children back to the States. When they go I’d like you to go with them.”
“I don’t have a passport.”
“I’ll get to work on any documentation that’s needed, will you go with them?”
“I don’t want you here alone, if it’s not safe for me or the children then it’s not safe for you either.”
“It’s my job.”
“Your job isn’t to give your life to a group of terrorists.” You argue, you’re not budging on this, “if we go you go.”
“No James.” You cut him off firmly, “I’ve already lost two people I love to Hydra. I am not willing to lose any more.”
“You love me huh?” He says turning to face you.
“You said it first. And this won’t distract me from the conversation. I’m not leaving without you.” You take a bold step then and cup his face in your hands and look into those startlingly blue eyes of his, “I am not leaving without you.” He covers one of your hands with one of his and presses a soft kiss to your palm.
“Okay, if it comes to it we all go.” He agrees softly before pressing his lips to yours. You’re starting to realize that Bucky is a tactile person, something that you don’t mind in the slightest.
You and Bucky sit quietly together on the bench, the breeze is a little cold but not bad sitting so close together. You talk about your childhood, before your parents died, and after. Bucky tells you about his decision to join the military and how he got into politics. You even talk about his wife, Dottie, you know she’s always going to have a part of his heart but you’ll gladly take what’s left.
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Hello friends! I recently started working at Bath and Body Works/ White Barn since this summer. I’ve spent all this time sniffing candles and really getting into what all goes into them to make their smells. And by reading the title of this post, you probably know where this is going…
I made a tik tok giving each marvel character that I could a smell/ specific candle to match the person. Then I realized, some of the best people to share that with is you sweet people!! I mean who doesn’t want their home/ room smelling like Steve Rogers or Bucky Barnes?!
Anyway, I’ll get right to it and share with the combinations I’ve come up with so far! If I think of more, I’ll update this post as I go:)
Enjoy and ask me any questions if you think of a character or want to know more about the candles:)
(Also, if you get any of these and burn them for this reason, lmk what you think!! I want to know if you think it matches!!)